#synths5kfollowerchallenge

[boxofbonesfic]

I'm gonna be rude in this ask for the challenge.

Bucky Barnes.

He swipes the parking space you were waiting for.

Bonus points if you make it into A/B/O but either way I am here for it.

okay but this provided me with the perfect meet cute, so i’m not even mad though—

Title: Break lights

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Rating: Explicit

A/N: here goes my second entry into @syntheticavenger’s 5k challenge, located here! this prompt SENT me, because… what am i, if not a corny, horny pile of bones?? please enjoy, and also, i have one entry left, so if anyone wants to send another prompt, my inbox is open, lmao!!! thank you synth for hosting this bomb challenge, and for giving me the best prompts 🥺

MINORS, DNI!

How it started:

You’re a cautious driver—okay, maybe over cautious, but it was a dangerous world, and you had to be. You worked hard at your job at the coffee shop to be able to afford it, budgeting and scrimping and saving—you couldn’t afford major repairs.

Which was why parking on the street in front of work was such a hassle. People zipped by on the busy street, often only just avoiding hitting you as you slowly, carefully backed into whichever spot you’d found. Or worse, they waited impatiently behind you, honking and yelling as your nervousness made it even harder to line up correctly.

Those are things you’re used to.

What you’re not used to, is some asshole driving up into your spot just as you’d begun to reverse. You weren’t used to sitting there in shock as people drove into the other lane to pass you, watching as he got out, looking rather pleased with the great spot he’d managed to secure. He’s big—brawny, with dark chestnut hair. You can’t see his face, not really, but the smug smile is easy to read.

“Asshole.” You growl, your hands tightening on the steering wheel. You should get out and give him a piece of your mind, you should let him know he’s an entitled little—

“Hey lady! Move your ass!”

You should find another place to park.

Shamefully, you put the car into gear and look for a spot of your own. You find one eventually—three avenue blocks away—and trudge back to work. Priscilla is in the back when you arrive, and she throws an apron at you.

“Where’ve you been? It’s a shit-show out there,” she whines. “I told Maurice you were back here but he’s not going to buy that for long.”

“Thanks, Priss.” You reply, shrugging out of your denim jacket and fiddling with the apron ties. The front is slammed, just like she’d said it was, and you slide over to the register, punching your code in. “Hi, can I help you?” you ask, giving a cursory glance to the man in front.

“Americano. Black, please.”

You look up again, and your eyes narrow. The sun glasses are pushed up over his head now, but you recognize the parking spot thief from earlier easily now. Is it just me or is he… bigger? He seems even larger now, towering over you as he smiles politely. You sniff dryly, punching his order in. Alpha. Fucking typical.

“Anything else?” You keep your tone clipped and short, practically snatching his card from him when he offers it.

“Yeah, I’ll take one of those pastries too, the blueberry one.” You grab one, tossing it carelessly into a paper bag before swiping his card. You drop it to the counter and spin on your heel. “Uh, don’t you need my name—”

“No, when I yell ‘parking spot thief,’ you’ll know your order’s ready.” You snap at him, unable to keep quiet a moment longer. A look of disbelief crosses his face, followed by amusement. “Sir, please step aside, there are other people waiting behind you.” You gesture to the growing line of disgruntled people murmuring what you could only assume were disrespectful things.

He does, a little smile on his irritatingly handsome face.

Stupid Alpha. Alphas were always like that, pushing people around just because they could. You’d sworn you’d never settle down, and if you did, it certainly wouldn’t be with some entitled Alpha who never wanted you to do anything but pop out kids and cook his meals.

“Can I help you?” The next person steps up.

“You know, in all fairness, I didn’t know you were waiting for that spot,” he interjects, speaking over the middle aged woman as she tries to order.

“Sir, please. I’m trying to work. Also, who just sits in the middle of the street with their blinker on if they’re not trying to park?” You snap, glaring at him. “I’m sorry ma’am, what did you say?” You can hear Priscilla giggling behind you, like it’s funny.

“I’d like one of those iced ginger teas, and a vanilla—”

“You’d been sitting there like five minutes! I thought you were having car trouble or something.”

“Vanilla?” you repeat back to the woman, ignoring him.

“A vanilla latte, please.” She turns to the big Alpha, leveling him with a glare of her own, and he smiles sheepishly.

“I’ll have that right out for you. And you. If you’re done justifying sniping my spot, could you…?” You make a shooing motion with your hands, and he laughs out loud.

“Okay, okay, toots. I can take a hint, I’m sorry.” He holds his hands up apologetically. “Really. It’s all a misunderstanding.” Priscilla hands you his cup, and you hand it to him, your face heating when you see that she’s written Parking Spot Thief on it in large letters.

“It’s… fine. Have a good day sir.”

“No, no, let me make it up to you. You get a lunch break, right?” You feel your whole body go hot.

“I do but, I don’t think—”

“She’d love to go.” Priscilla chimes in from behind you. “Seriously, I’m not going to watch you eat five day old muffins and get sick again.” You grimace at her. Why would you bring that up?

“How about pizza?” he asks, grinning. “Better than day old muffins, right?”

How it’s going:

“Feel me in your belly, right, sweetheart?” Bucky croons at you, lifting your hips only to let you bounce back down onto his dick. He presses his vibranium hand to your tummy and grins. “Oh yeah. There I am.” It’s pleasurable torture as he splits you open, your slick leaking down onto his thighs and the leather seats of his car underneath.

You’re babbling, half formed words and pleas leaving your trembling mouth as he fucks you stupid in the passenger seat. Tears are leaking down your cheeks as your pussy clenches desperately around the length of his thick cock, and your hands are fisted in his open dress shirt.

“God, ah, oh fuck, please, please, please—”

“Need me to make you cum, sweetheart? Show you how sorry I really am?” Bucky grunts, his hips snapping up into yours as he forces his cock as deep inside you as it’ll go. You don’t know how long is left on your lunch break, and quite frankly, you don’t care—Priss’ll cover, right? You think fleetingly, your hand burying itself in his hair as you keen. “Fucking shit, toots, do that again,” he growls, his lust dark eyes locking in on yours.

You do, threading your fingers through the silky strands of his hair and pulling. He hisses and leans forward, scraping his teeth against your throat. The feel of them rasping over the gland at the base of your neck makes your pussy constrict violently around his cock, and he curses.

“Mother fuck, you are tight.” He licks a stripe from your collar bone to your throat. “Toots, this is—ugh, fuck—gonna have to keep you, you know that, don’t you?” He’s rolling his hips into yours, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he mumbles all the things he’s going to do to you, all the ways he’s going to make sure you remember the feel of his cock.

“Oh fucking God,” You wail, sobbing as you throw your head back. You’re cumming so hard you can’t think, can’t see—staring blindly up at the roof of the car as you feel the base of his cock thicken and swell. Bucky presses his face between your breasts, his curses muffled by your skin as he sheathes himself tightly into your cunt, holding you in place as he cums. You can feel the hot, hard jets of his spend against the abused walls of your pussy, feel it leaking out around the base of his knot.

He leans you back against the dash, staring admiringly down the plane of your body to where your pussy is stuck fast on his cock.

“Is this how you always apologize?” You ask after a moment, gulping air down into your bereft lungs.

“No,” he admits, laughing as he smooths hair out of his face. “But I dunno, I could make a habit of it.” You smile dopily back at him, feeling your hindbrain release it’s death-grip on your consciousness. Oh fuck.

“Shit, what time is it?” You sit up, wincing as his knot pulls at your cunt while you search for your phone. You hope you’re not late—Priscilla having to fend off Maurice twice in one day was not the fate you were hoping to leave your best friend to.

“1:45,” he answers, pointing behind you to the dash. You sigh with relief—fifteen minutes till you’ve got to be back at work. “Late for something?”

“Yeah, I’ve got to be back at 2.”

“Hmm.” You feel him roll his hips into yours experimentally, and you moan, biting your lip.

“What are you doing?”

“I think I’ve got time to apologize again, don’t you?” He puts his hands on your hips, the metal one cool against your heated flesh. Bucky grins at you lopsidedly, licking his lips. “And if you’re free for dinner later, I can apologize again then too.”

[wakingbeauty]

Summary: Your wedding day should be the happiest day of your life, but you never expected it to turn out like this.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Female Reader, Charles Blackwood x Female Reader

Word Count: 2407

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Cheating, Age Gap, Oral Sex (female receiving), Intercourse

Author’s Note: Many thanks to my incredible beta and cheerleader @river-soul and to @syntheticavenger for hosting this challenge. You totally deserve all 5k and counting followers and I’m so happy to be able to write this for you. I’m a couple of weeks late and a bit over the word limit 😅, but here it is!

How It Started

No one expected you to leave your small town for college in Chicago, but you were determined to experience the world outside Meade. Chicago was a culture shock, you’d never seen so many people in your life, but you loved it. Here no one knew you and you could be someone new. You were ready to put your past behind you, especially your drunken confession to your neighbor Lee the night before you left for college.

Having finished your degree the spring before, you only began living your life when you met Charles. Instantly he swept you off your feet, not that it had been hard. No matter how much you tried to let go of your girlish dreams you still yearned for an epic romance - for your Prince Charming. You couldn’t believe you had found it in Charles. So enamored in him, you forgave any little mishaps he made or the comments he said about you. After all, he was just trying to improve you. He was so worldly and knew so much. You could only hope to one day be as refined as him.

When he proposed, you accepted instantly. He slid the pretty ring on your finger and promised you the world. The next few months were a whirlwind of planning and prepping for your dream wedding. Charles had graciously agreed to have your wedding back home in Meade even if he did think it was a little backwater for his future wife. Introducing him to your family and friends had been a little awkward. Charles was of course charming and wonderful, but privately he shared his feeling with you later. You never noticed how uncouth some of them were until he pointed it out. He had plenty to say about the Sheriff. You couldn’t understand his complaints, Lee had been your neighbor since you were sixteen. He was only ever wonderful to you, overlooking your embarrassing drunken confession and pretending it never happened. He’d welcomed Charles to town with his usual gruffness, but that was just who Lee was. Looking at yourself in the mirror you couldn’t believe that this was real, that you were really about to marry your Prince Charming. Your wedding gown was the latest fashion, a big skirt and fitted bodice made of the finest satin you could buy. Slipping your wedding gloves on, you left to find your fiance. You wouldn’t let him see you, of course. You weren’t about to jinx yourself, but you could talk to him through the door before walking down the aisle.

Stopping outside the room where he was getting dressed, you were about to knock when you heard him laughing. Smiling softly you decided to listen in. It sounded like he was talking to someone on the phone. 

“Yeah, yeah I know. Look, this has been the easiest few months of my life. She’s a cute girl, I’ll give her that, and more than eager enough in the bed for me.” You thought maybe he was bragging about you, but his tone wasn’t right for that. It became more clear as he continued. “She’ll be a great first wife or hell maybe I’ll keep her, she’d be a great mother you know. She’s just so blinded by me she’d never realize I have a mistress.” “I just gotta make a pit stop before the honeymoon at the bank to collect my inheritance. Can’t believe all I had to do was get married and my uncle would just give me his fortune. Old bastard doesn’t have any children so it’s all going to me.” Horrified at his words you backed away, tears pricking your eyes as you ran back to your dressing room. Locking yourself inside you ignored your mother’s light knocking until she tried the doorknob. 

“I just need a minute to myself.” Thankfully she took the hint and left to socialize more. You’d sent her away earlier to greet your guests as you’d wanted to see Charles. Now though, you couldn’t believe you’d been so stupid. Hearing his voice in the hall as he went by to go stand at the altar, you leapt up before you knew what you were doing.

How it’s Going

Swiping Charles’ car keys from his dressing room you slipped out of the church, seething in anger and wiping away hot tears. You should have known he was too good to be true. Picking up the big white skirt of your wedding gown, you ran to his car and started the engine, pulling away with a squeal from the building. Driving down the country lanes your foot was heavy on the pedal. You sniffled as you drove past the fields and the farmhouses set back from the highway. The fields were packed with low-growing rhubarb and greens that blurred into a haze of bright green. Taking a sharp right into the development of Brewer Heights, you pulled up to your parent’s house where just hours earlier everything had seemed so bright. It was impossible to miss the black and white of the Sheriff’s car parked in the driveway beside yours. Lee should have been back at the church with everyone. How did he beat you here?

Needing to see and hear him, you threw the damn gloves off and walked up to his door and knocked loudly on it. While you waited, you glared at the diamond ring on your finger. When he opened the door you didn’t give him a chance to say anything, bursting past him to his living room. Turning to him, you noticed for the first time he wasn’t dressed for church and was nursing a glass of whiskey. 

Looking over his unkempt form you pressed him with questions. “Why aren’t you dressed? Why weren’t you at the church?”

Lee frowned at you countering with, “Why're ya here? You should be walking down the aisle ‘bout now.” “I asked first,” you shot back. “Why didn’t you come to my wedding?”

Shaking his head, he sighed heavily. “No sweetheart, you need to tell me why ya here in my living room in that big ole' white gown with tears streaming down your face.”

You hadn’t even realized you were still crying, you thought you’d gotten it all out on the ride over. Lee stopped you from reaching for your face, taking out his handkerchief to wipe them away. Looking up, you blinked at him through the tears that wouldn’t stop. His blue eyes stared back at you with something you’d never thought you’d see from him. Love.

Wiping your face gently he pleaded, “Don’t cry pretty girl, my heart can’t take it.”

Breaking down you fell into his arms. “Charles never loved me. He was only marrying me for his inheritance.”

Swearing, Lee pulled away. “Uppity piece of shit! I’ll kill him.” Sniffling, you shook your head and grabbed his arm. “He’s not worth it. I don’t want to cry over him anymore.” Taking a deep breath, you leaned forward and captured Lee’s lips with your own.

After a heartbeat, he pulled away, shaking his head. “Ya don’t want to do this. You’re upset at him an’ this is...this is somethin’ you should save for your husband.” 

Laughing ruefully, you rolled your eyes. “A little too late for that. I already gave my supposed fiance everything.” Looking away, unable to bear the disgust in his eyes you knew would be there. 

He stepped forward then pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around your body, enclosing you in his embrace. “Lee, I’ve always loved you. From the moment you moved in next door I fell in love with you. I know what I want and it’s you.” 

“Don’t say that, ya don’t mean it. You’re just upset.” “No, I’m not, I should never have let it go this far. I thought I loved him, that I could forget about you, but I can’t. If you don’t want me, say so now before I embarrass myself even more than I already have.”

The silence was deafening, it said all he couldn’t, wouldn’t say. Biting down on your lip your teeth almost broke the skin with how hard you were holding back tears. Nodding, you stepped out of grasp to leave. Suddenly, he grabbed you, pulling you against him, his lips crashing down on yours. Pulling away he spoke against your lips, “Pretty girl, this is the only chance I’m givin' ya. You can walk away now and I’ll somehow try an' forget all of this, but if ya stay you’re mine.”

“Lee Bodecker, I love you,” you told him, shaking your head and giggling. "I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. I only want you.”

Sweeping you off your feet, he carried you into his living room, cradling you in his arms like the bride you were supposed to have been. You wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling his throat, and taking in the scent of his aftershave. You almost couldn’t believe this was really happening, but when he sat you down on the sofa and stared at you like you were something precious you knew it was true.

“I don’t know how you can love a sad sack of a fool like me, but I promise I’ll show I’m worthy of your love.”

Kneeling down in front of you, his hands slid up your stockings, groaning at the feel of the silk against his hands. “I’m going to start right now.” 

He pushed up your big skirt and dove under, his hot breath warm against your thighs as you trembled under his gaze. His hands pulled your lingerie down, ones you specifically chose for this day. Your future husband was supposed to be the only one who saw you in it. Your underwear dangled at your feet as he pulled it over the garters, leaving them and your stockings on.

Your face warmed as he made no further move. Whining for him you begged, "Lee, please."

His deep chuckle was your only warning before his mouth was on you. Lee didn't tease, he went at you wholeheartedly, putting everything into it. His broad tongue swiped up your folds, licking the little dampness that was there before attacking your clit. Your hands gripped the sofa in surprise, you knew it was coming but it was still a shock. No one had ever touched you like this before. Charles would never put his mouth on you, even though you’d given him dozens of blow jobs.

You never knew it could feel so good. Each lap and twist of Lee’s tongue made your body sing. You barely noticed the way his hand dragged up your thigh until his intentions were more than clear. One more long lick and he slipped a rough finger inside your damp opening. You were so slick and squeezed against his sudden but welcomed intrusion. The combination of his tongue and mouth felt was almost too much. His finger stroked you from within. Your back arched, and your breath caught. He didn't stop giving you what your body craved, licking your swollen bud and thrusting inside of you. It's like he knew just how to make your body cry out for him in ways you’d never imagined.

Climbing out from under your skirts, Lee grinned wolfishly at you and stood. “Move aside, lemme sit," he instructed. You nodded, catching your breath, giving him room to sit down.  He grabbed your waist and pulled you on top of him. His soft belly pressed into you as you arranged your skirts around his lap. He brushed your cheek, kissing you softly. You could taste yourself on him, a strange sensation, but you didn’t mind.

Breaking the kiss he leaned away and you felt him adjust himself under your skirts, pulling down his zipper. “Baby, I’ve gotta have ya. Tell me ya want this too.”

“Please, Lee. I want this, I want you.”

The broad tip of his head brushed against your core before he pulled you down onto him. Gasping you threw your arms around his neck, clenching around him. He groaned against your neck and lifted you up and down. He was so much thicker than Charles was, you weren’t sure how you were taking him, but you knew you didn’t want him to stop. “Come’on pretty girl, ride me. Lift yourself up, ya can do it.”

It was awkward at first, Charles always had you on your back whenever you were together, but you soon started to get the hang of it. The first time he slipped out your cheeks warmed. Biting down on your lip, you tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let you. 

He held your face and leaned in for a delicate kiss, “Hey now don’t be embarrassed. I got you, alright.” Gripping your thighs he slipped back inside, guiding you onto him. You never imagined sex could be so sweet and intimate. Lee showed you how to ride him and soon you were moving on your own. He touched you so deep it felt as if you two had become one. You never wanted this to stop. Your skirts hid everything from view, you wished you could see the two of you connected together. There was time for that later you told yourself, you weren’t ever going to let Lee go now. Moaning in time with each thrust, your insides tightened, the pressure growing until you were hanging on the precipice of coming.  His fingers sought out your clit, rubbing small circles over it, and pressing down until you were coming around him. “Lee oh my god. I-I,” gulping for air, you tried to tell him how you felt but he shushed you with his mouth as he took over. He held you down against his hips, thrusting up into you as he came. Warmth flooded your insides and he pulled away from your lips. 

Holding you against him as you both recovered, you traded slow intimate kisses. “What'd ya say we go to that fancy wedding of yours? No need to let it all go to waste.” “What?” you ask, taken by surprise.

Kissing you once more Lee declared, “I’m sayin’ I’m going to marry you today while you’re in this big ole' gown and I’m drippin’ down your legs.”

“Alright then.” You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face then even if you wanted to.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Shovin’ Into Overdrive

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x cop!fem Reader

Summary: You’re real sick of the fucking Avengers and their lackadaisical approach to highway safety.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, semi public sex, slightly subby Bucky), Bucky’s a bit of an asshole and then grumpy with no good justification, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: This is my second entry for @syntheticavenger ‘s How it Started/How it’s Going 5k challenge, and my prompt was “Bucky Barnes and giving him a speeding ticket”. These are all giving me sassy reader vibes, so prepare yourselves for another frustrated super soldier!

I’m no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!!!

How it Started:

You leaned back on your bike as you chatted idly over the radio with Ida in dispatch, looking for something to break up the monotony of getting stuck on speed trap duty.

“Any plans for the weekend, sweetie?” Being the only two women on your podunk little police force in upstate New York meant you had almost not choice but to grow close, even if the woman was almost 20 years your senior.

“Nothing. Maybe I’ll head to the Kettle in town for some drinks, but probably just end up reading the Hobbit again.” You shrugged at your lack of a social life. “You seeing the grandkids again?”

“Yeah, they’re taking the train up from the city…”

You didn’t hear the rest of what she was saying when a motorcycle suddenly roared past you at a breakneck speed, causing you to jolt up with a curse and turn on your siren.

“Shit! Ida, I’ve got some asshole with a deathwish I gotta deal with.”

“Ok! Be safe!”

You peeled out to pursue the speedster, frowning to yourself as you waited for them to slow down for you. When you had moved to this town you had been hoping to get away from reckless idiocy.

The bike slowed down and moved to the side of the road, and you sighed when you spotted the couple that was straddling the bike. You did not feel like dealing with some horny moron who was trying to impress a girl to get in her pants.

“Do you know how fast you were going?”

He pulled his helmet off and you groaned.

The other reason you had left the city was you were sick of dealing with all the extra paperwork that came with being in the same city as most of the Avengers. Of course, the town you moved to had to be the same one their new compound was being built in, because you were the unluckiest bitch on the planet.

And here you were, staring at super soldier Bucky Barnes grinning at you like an idiot while you were about to write him a ticket. You hated your life.

“Oh, lady cop.” Nope, you were already over this. “Hey there doll. Sorry, was I going a little fast?”

You frowned at the cocky grin he was giving you, turning your disapproving stare to the woman on the back of the bike, who you recognized as one of the bartenders from the Kettle, the only bar in your crappy small town. This shit was so not what you wanted to deal with today.

“License and registration.”

“I mean, do you really need to see my ID, sweetheart?” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and winked at you.

“Yeah, he’s an Avenger, Y/N.” The bartender was giving you a look like she was begging you to not fuck this up for her, even though this douchebag was flirting with you right in front of her.

“And that’s super impressive Sandy. But I’m gonna need to see a license.”

“Babe, gimme a little leeway here.” He was giving you this puppy dog look that probably worked for him most of the time, but just made you roll your eyes at him. “I left my wallet back at the compound. You can stop by tomorrow and I’ll show you whatever you want to see.”

Jesus, was this dick asking you on a date while his current date was sitting right behind him? You pulled off your sunglasses and gave him an unnerving smile as you reached for your shoulder radio.

“Hey Ida? I’m gonna need a tow truck.”

The way that cocky grin immediately disappeared was all the validation you needed, drinking in his scorn like water as you leaned back on your heels and wrote his ticket while he got off the bike and strode towards you in a fury.

“What the fuck? You’re towing my bike?” He had completely forgotten about Shari or Sam or whatever the fuck her name was as he tried to keep from screaming at you. “Honey, I was just speeding.”

“Without a license, apparently.” You ignored his incredulous scoff and handed him the ticket. “And it’s officer Y/L/N. Now, do you need a ride back to town, or can Iron Man come give you a lift?”

How it’s Going:

“Baby, fuck.” Bucky’s back arched him towards your mouth when you swallowed around him. “God, that feels so good.”

“Calm down, Barnes.” You pulled him out of your mouth so you could scold him, running your fist over his cock and giving him a wicked grin. “I don’t want to explain to impound how the window bars got ripped off, again.”

“Well, maybe quit having us fuck in the back of your cruiser, doll.” He groaned when you suckled at his tip again, before taking him fully in your mouth and starting to fuck your face on his dick. “Shit!”

He never thought he would have ended up here, with you. He’d never been more pissed than when Steve and Sam had to drive him down to the precinct the day after you took his bike, those two assholes giving him a constant stream of grief for thinking with his dick and finally having it blow up in his face.

What made it even worse was when you were hanging out at the impound desk, looking all kinds of hot in your fucking uniform and boots while you chatted with the officer who was working. Then Steve and Sam managed to figure out who you were, and started flirting with you like a couple of morons while he had to do paperwork. And you flirted back with them, not like when he tried and you just rolled your eyes at him.

After that he seemed to run into you everywhere. If he went to the park, there you were on patrol. If he went into town for a coffee, you were chatting up the barista he’d slept with a few months ago. Even running to the grocery store, he had to watch you take a report from the owner about some teenage shoplifter.

He finally got pushed over the edge when the team went to the Kettle for some bonding one night and he spotted some pretty thing in a teasing red dress, but when he went to flirt with her and ask her for a dance, it was you! You still danced with him though, rolling your eyes in the way you did every time he talked to you before pressing the front of your body to his and swaying to the music.

He wasn’t entirely sure what happened, but the next thing he knew he was eating you out from the back in a bathroom stall while you made some truly breathtaking noises. And when he buried his cock in that tight little pussy? He knew he was done for.

You knew his reputation, almost every single girl in your small town had fallen victim to his philandering, and you were fine with a one night stand to get him out of your system. But then he showed up the next day at the precinct with flowers and as much as you wanted to put him off, he was acting all sweet and sheepish and damn if that didn’t warm your heart just the tiniest bit. Plus, you’d been running into each other everywhere anyway so you might as well do it on purpose a few times.

So now the two of you were basically fucking every opportunity you had. You may have been able to put him off, but the man was surprisingly sweet and thoughtful on your dates and it just made you want to put out. It was a good thing you didn’t care about what other people thought of you, because pretty much every other woman in town gave you the murder glare whenever you two were out together. Even if you had cared, the man gave it to you so good that it wouldn’t have mattered either way.

Back to the present, the man was wrapping his hands in your hair and thrusting into your throat desperately before shooting his cum into your mouth with a low moan. You swallowed everything he gave you before releasing him with a wet pop, grinning as you crawled up his body and nuzzled into his neck while he panted underneath you.

“What d’ya think, Sarge?” You purred as you started mouthing at his throat, winding your limbs through his and grinning. “Ready for round two?”

“Just, gimme a minute.” He ran his metal hand over his face as he worked to reset, the way your tongue flicked over the curve of his jaw doing a lot to help him get hard again. “Alright, officer, pull up your skirt.”

You tossed back your head and laughed, the melodious sound of your mirth making his chest ache as you sat up over him and moved to straddle his lap. His hands skimmed over your thighs before curling around your hips as he gazed up at you, his breath leaving him in a deep sigh when you sank down on him.

Bucky groaned when you started to ride him, the feel of your warm, wet pussy throbbing around him making him crazy. He rolled his hips to meet yours, winding his arms around your waist so he could meet your lips with his as he sat up. Your hands wound through his hair while you writhed against him, tugging at his lips with yours until his chest rumbled with a deep growl.

His cock hit you deep and you gasped, your thighs squeezing his hips as he started driving up into you even harder. Bucky drank each of your soft wanton sounds like oxygen, those beautiful mewls like a balm that made him feel all warm in his chest.

“Fuck, Bucky, right there.” Your whole body was starting to tighten around him, a warm coil of pleasure gathering in your core as he started grinding against your clit.

“Yeah? C’mon baby.” He flicked his tongue against yours when you gave him a soft whimper. “Wanna feel you soak me.”

“Wow, what a romantic.” You tried to tease him but fuck, he was good at this.

He just grinned at you when he angled his thrusts so he could keep hitting the same spot over and over, biting his lip when your head rolled on your shoulders as you whined for him. One more push at that perfect angle and you were sagging into him with a sob, panting into his neck as you fluttered around him and your release soaked his cock so he could fuck into you even harder. It barely took anything before he was filling you up with a soft murmur of your name, his hands smoothing over your spine while the two of you came down and he considered how exactly to say what he wanted to you.

“Hey, Y/N?” He pressed his lips to your hair once his breathing had regulated.

“Yeah?”

“You… um… you wanna take the bikes up to the Catskills next weekend?” Goddamn it, what a coward.

You snorted at his question, sitting up so you could look him in the eyes.

“Fine. But bring your license this time.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips and he smiled. “And I love you too, you idiot.”

[peachyteabuck]

intentional destabilization // natasha romanoff x reader

↪ summary: natasha loves you, it’s just a shame you don’t know she exists yet. 

↪ pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

↪ words: 753

↪ trigger warnings: stalking, fingering, masterbation, thrusting machine, definitely yandere. 

↪ notes/other: this is for @syntheticavenger​‘s 5k writing challenge. congrats!! my prompt was “Natasha Romanoff - maybe yandere. Situation is perhaps she has a crush on the Reader.”

She met you at the club.

More accurately, she met you while you were working at the club; while you were pouring drinks and arguing with servers and customers with equal zest. You were a little spit fire, picking fights with anyone and everyone with the guts to challenge you. You wore the same thing to the bar each time: black skinny jeans, non-slip sneakers, a simple necklace with your first initial, and a shirt donning the bar’s cheesy logo. Certainly it wasn’t the most flattering thing you’d ever worn, but Natasha still thought you were the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen.

Plus, you take absolutely no shit from anyone. You refused to be pushed or bossed around by a single soul – including the older woman who signs your paychecks and the even older man who tip you the most. This is especially true on the night in question, where she watched you threaten to break the fingers of an uppity business school graduate who assumed your smile was an invitation to flirt.

She decided then that she needed to have you all for herself.

Unfortunately, you’re a lot smarter than Bucky and Steve described their targets, and even you getting off shift in the wee hours of the morning couldn’t overcome your brutal survival instincts. Over a few weeks of following you home, you never took the same path twice. You didn’t listen to music when you got off shift, you always carried pepper spray and a noisemaker; not to mention the sharp objects on your keychain, or the self defense classes you took on your days off. Once Natasha stepped on a twig and you immediately moved under a streetlamp and called a friend who came to pick you up and drive you home. She’d known from previous research that you kept your windows locked and your door propped closed with some safety device. You also kept your blinds closed and lights off, a factor that disgruntled her in the beginning.

The difference between then and now, though, is the difference in any good love story: several expertly hidden government-quality spy cams she swiped from Stark’s weaponry stash.

Slightly dissatisfied but without drive to break into your apartment while you’re home, Natasha calls it a night and drives back to her own secret apartment located less than a block away.

It’s the same layout as your place – same leasing company, too, who built several buildings around the city about a decade ago. She’d done her best to decorate it just like you did yours as well; the only differences being where you had pictures of you and friends, Natasha had blank spaces she planned on filling with images of the two of you (and a mid-century end table you picked up from the street that Natasha couldn’t find anywhere no matter how hard she looked, but she’s choosing not to consider that).

Sighing in defeat, Natasha climbs into bed, and reaches under her pillow to grab one of her most prizes possessions.

It’s the large black vibrator she purchased after seeing it on your nightstand, holding it in her hands for a moment and imaging your own wrapped around them, holding it to your own dripping pussy as she holds you in her lap.

She imagines fat pleasure tears staining your cheeks lips trembling and brow furrowed as she held you.

“You’re so pretty,” she’d murmur in your ear as your legs jerk. You’re not tied down, yet, because she loves to feel you under her. She loves you trapped by her, for her and her only. “Such a pretty little girl for me.”

You’d cry out as the dildo – attaching to a thruster – continues to fuck into your sensitive pussy.

“S-so much,” you’d moan out, eyes glassed over and unfocussed.

And Natasha would just smile, and press the vibrator harder to your swollen clit.

And when you’re done – when you’re babbling and exhausted and breathing so hard you’d think you just ran a marathon - she imagines holding you close to her afterwards, cooing and comforting you as you wept and fell into sub drop. She leaves you for just a moment to grab your favorite snack and water, bringing both things to your lips even as they shake.

“I love you,” she’ll murmur as she presses kisses into your temple. “I love you so, so much.”

Natasha comes with a scream, whole body twitching as her heart pounds against her ribs and blood thumps in her ears.

[thatdarkfanficstuff]

Next to Perfect - Dark!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Neighbor!Reader

Warnings: Stalking, murder, possessive behavior. This fic features a dark version of Steve Rogers. Do not read if that will bother you. I would consider this soft dark, but that's just me.

A/N: This is for syntheticavenger's How it Started, How it's going 5k challenge. My prompt was Steve or Bucky/you are their next door neighbor. Part of Celebration Summer.

This is my first attempt at dark steve. Let me know how I did.

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How it Started:

The sound of your laughter caught his attention first. That’s what he’d tell people later when they asked.

You were moving into the apartment next door. A box too large for you to see over was wrapped in your arms and you bounced off the doorframe instead of seamlessly entering your new home as you wished. Instead of getting angry, you laughed. Like it was the funniest thing that had ever happened.

Steve’s lips twitched in response. Finally, he gave in and released a chuckle of his own as he stepped over and pulled the box from your arms. Your eyes widened in surprise as you looked up at him. Now that the box was out of the way, Steve could get a proper look at you. And look he did. As he ran his gaze over you, he shifted on his feet. It was as if someone had plucked the image of a perfect woman from his head and created you. He licked his lips.

You’d taken the opportunity to look him over as well and Steve smirked when he caught you. Instead of turning all shy, you simply cocked an eyebrow and put a hand on your hip. “You were looking, too,” you sassed but there was no venom in the words. Yeah, you were pretty much perfect.

“Steve Rogers,” he finally found his voice to say. “I’m your neighbor.” He gestured to his apartment door. “You looked like you could use a hand.”

You introduced yourself and gestured toward your open door. “It’s just bedding. You can put it anywhere.”

You smiled wide when he turned back to you after setting the box down in the living room with a stack of others. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem. Really.”

His gaze narrowed as a twig of a man stepped up behind you and placed a hand on your waist. He let the bag he was carrying drop to the floor. “Who’s this, babe?” the intruder asked.

Steve kept the smile on his face despite his rising anger at the hand on your waist.

“This is Steve Rogers. He’s my neighbor,” you introduced. “Steve, this is my boyfriend David.”

Oh no. This just wouldn’t do at all.

How it’s going:

Steve headed into his building and took the stairs two at a time. As he reached his floor, he slipped the phone in his hand back into his pocket. You were stepping out of your door just as he reached his apartment. His gaze ran over the tight jeans and sleeveless top you’d picked for your date. You were stunning as always.

You pulled out your phone and read something before you just deflated. Steve furrowed his brow. “Everything okay, sweetheart?”

You spun to face him and he spotted the sheen of tears in yours eyes. His scowl deepened. He didn’t want you to cry. You weren’t supposed to cry. “Hey, it’s okay,” he assured you. “Talk to me.”

“You want to come in for a coffee?” you asked with a sigh.

“Weren’t you heading out?”

You lifted your phone to show him. “Canceled.” With that you stepped back into your apartment, leaving your door open for him to follow. So, he did.

He sat at the table as he had many times before and followed you with his gaze as you shuffled around your kitchen and made his coffee just the way he liked it. You placed the mug in front of him before sliding into the seat beside him with your own. He studied you as he sipped his coffee.

After a moment you sighed. “Is something wrong with me?”

His brows shot up and he nearly choked in surprise. “Of course not. Why would you even think that?”

You thumped your mug down on the table before gesturing in irritation. “What else am I supposed to think, Steve? Every guy I date ends up being a complete asshole, ghosts me completely or breaks up with me, usually via text. I am the common denominator in all those relationships.”

Steve leaned back in his seat and shook his head. “The only thing that proves is you’ve got shit taste in men, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Steve.” Your voice was laced with laughter and a trace of irritation.

“I’m serious. You’re always way out of their league, anyway.”

You ducked your head in that shy way you had when he’d said something that embarrassed you. It made him smile.

“Take that guy you were dating when you moved in here,” he prompted.

“David?” you questioned with a furrowed brow.

Steve waved his hand through the air in dismissal. The interloper’s name was unimportant. “He was smaller than you. There’s no way he could protect you if the situation called for it. That’s goes for most of them actually.”

“That’s not exactly one of the items on my checklist of things I look for in a guy.”

He scoffed. “It should be, sweetheart. You need someone that can take care of you. Provide for you.” He clenched his teeth and felt the muscles in along his jaw twitch. He needed to calm down before he snapped at you. It wasn’t your fault you undervalued yourself. You’d been trained by others for years that you were just like everyone else and that couldn’t be further from the truth. You were special. Perfect. And you should be treated as such.

You were silent for a long time and Steve didn’t push for conversation. He wanted you to think about what he’d said to you. To realize that he was right and that he was just the man to do that for you. His eyes were glued to the coffee cup he turned back and forth between his palms. Every now and then, he’d dart a glance at you from the corner of his eye.

“So,” you started, breaking the silence, “you think I should date someone like you.”

His gaze jerked in your direction but you kept yours pinned to the table. Finally, he cleared his throat. “No. I don’t think you should date someone like me. I think you should date me.”

Your eyes widened as your brows lifted. Surely it wasn’t that much of a surprise to hear him admit he likes you.

“But…” Your voice dropped to little more than a whisper before you continued. “You can’t mean that. You could have anyone. Why would you want me?”

God, you were so fucking clueless sometimes. “Why would I want anyone else when I have you?” He picked up one of your hands and pressed his lips to palm. And then you were ducking that head again. “Go out with me tomorrow. Dinner. Drinks.”

You seemed to be debating something with yourself before you nodded once and gave him a wide grin. “Yes. I’d love to go out with you.”

He grinned and hopped to his feet. “Fantastic. As much as I’d love to stay here with you all night, I have some things to do this evening. But I’ll see you tomorrow at six.”

You stood to walk to the door with him. “It’s a date, Mr. Rogers.”

He pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Perfect.”

Steve waited until he heard the locks engage on your door before heading back to his own place. His steps felt light knowing that all his hard work had paid off. He locked himself in his apartment and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He popped the top from the bottle and took a long swallow as he stepped into the living room. His eyes trailed over the wall of screens. One played the news, the rest each displayed a room your apartment. All live feeds from the cameras he’d strategically placed in the month after you moved in.

At the moment you were in your kitchen, bent over while you examined the contents of your fridge. Your ass wiggled as you danced. Curious, he walked over and pressed a button to turn on the sound. He grinned as your favorite song flooded his apartment. You were so fucking perfect.

He voiced his thoughts as he continued to keep watch over you. “She doubted herself. Like she was to blame for any of you assholes being so far beneath her. Still, I feel as if I should punish you for your part in her feeling that way.” Steve pulled his gaze from your image to glance at the far corner of the room. Your would-be date for the evening was slumped in the shadows, his head hanging at an awkward angle. Eyes wide open. Skin cold and pale. “Oh. That’s right. I did.”

He smirked and pulled a cell phone from his pocket as he walked over to the corpse. Steve tossed the phone onto the dead man’s lap so he could dispose of them both at the same time. “Thanks for the loan. Wouldn’t want her waiting all night for you to show up.”

[maxburnett]

Summer Heat, Steve Rogers Part 2 Here

- (fem!reader x Steve Rogers)

Summary: It's a hot summer day and when you stop for a popsicle and are eating it in front of Steve he can't control his Language anymore. For @syntheticavenger's 5K Follower Challenge

Warnings: Contains Smut! 18+ only minors do not interact! Includes Oral (69), Face Riding, Slight Praise Kink (?), cockwarming if you squint, Steve has a dirty mouth, WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE CAP, Ending you won't see coming (?)

Word Count: 2,734 (I Went Over Jail For Me)

How It Started

It was so hot outside, the blistering sun had been shining for the past few days, and you felt like you were going to melt. You were sitting in the shadow of a tree as Steve ran up, flopping down beside you, rubbing a hand up his face as sweat dripped down his forehead.

"It's too damn hot," he sighed, leaning his head back against the tree and tilted his head sideways to look at you.

"Language, Rogers," you said with a smirk as you looked up at him with soft eyes. "I swear to God I feel like I'm going to melt," you laughed. You pull at your shirt as if trying to fan your body with it, and he turns his head as he watches a bead of sweat run from your neck down into your cleavage. Luckily, you didn't notice. He turns his head back as you smile up at him, his blue eyes studying your face.

"What'cha thinkin' 'bout, Stevie?" You playfully punch his arm with a laugh.

"Nothing," he said and averted his gaze as he stood up. "C'mon, we should head back to the compound," he said, watching as you stretched; he gulped, feeling an erection forming in his mesh shorts. You hum in response and walk behind him, holding your water bottle, not noticing how he had to adjust himself as he reached the car and opened the door for you.

"Can we stop at that one place that makes those popsicles out of juice?" You ask as you reach forward and turn the air conditioner on full blast.

"Whatever you want is fine with me," he says as he pulls onto the road and stops by the place.

"So, do you want one?" You ask, looking over at him as he rests his head against the headrest. He turns his head towards you, tilting his head to study you as he shakes his head no.

"No, I'm good," he says, enjoying the cool air coming from the car's air conditioning. He watches you nod and reaches over for the car handle for you so you can get out of the car.

He leans his head back and watches as you walk in, your shorts leaving nothing to the imagination as he watches your ass move perfectly with each stride you take. He'd been watching you for months, and he was sure you were oblivious to the stares or the way he'd lick his lips watching you.

You definitely didn't know that he'd lay in bed with his hand around his dick, imagining it was your face he was fucking. He had his eyes closed, a groan escaping his lips as he felt his dick twitch at the images in his head. He opened his eyes, hearing the door open again, and looked over at you holding a Red, White, and Blue Popsicle.

"Look, they had one in your colors," you tease. "Do you want the first lick?"

"Umm, no, I'm good," he stammers.

You giggle and hold it up to your lips as you wrap your mouth around it, savoring the cold frozen ice that tasted like cherry, coconut, and blueberry. You moan at the coolness going down your dry throat and open your eyes as a groan escapes Steve's lips.

You can see him now, his eyes locked on your lips. You pull the popsicle from your lips as you can feel your cheeks burning. You look over at him and notice that he has an enormous erection formed in his shorts.

"Steve?"

"Don't stop on my account," he hums, his own cheeks turning a bright red. That you swear was as red as the cherry tip of the popsicle. "But don't argue with me when I get you home and my dick replaces that fucking popsicle," he said, gripping the wheel tightly. "I've wanted to have your mouth around my dick ever since I laid eyes on you. I just know you'll look good between my legs as I fuck that pretty little mouth," he says, and you feel the wetness in your panties begin to leak from your cunt.

If the others could just hear Steve's choice of words.

You honestly didn't think he had it in him.

You lock eyes with him as you bring the popsicle up to your lips. You slowly push it in all the way and suck it, making the sexiest noises you can muster. When you finish, you remove the popsicle stick, and he leans forward, bringing you into his lap, and he kisses you. Taking your lips roughly with his so he can taste the mixture of the artificially flavored popsicle.

"Just wait till we get home gonna fill you up," he says into your mouth. "Hope I don't stretch your pretty little mouth or cunt with my dick too much, Sweets," he hums, and you ache against him as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you shove your tongue in. You pull away a few moments later and grind your shorts against his erection. He moans and dips his fingers into your sides before you hop off of him and look at him innocently and bat your lashes as he curses under his breath and pulls out of the parking spot. It's impressive that he didn't get pulled over on the way back to the compound; any cop would have taken one look into the car and noticed just why Captain America was speeding through New York City Traffic. But for once, for once in his life, he could care less about breaking the law.

When you got back to the compound, Steve quickly opened your door and simply pulled you up into his arms. His lips crashed down onto yours in a bruising kiss. You wondered what the others would think if they saw him walking you into the compound with your legs wrapped around his waist.

Luckily, nobody else was at the compound that day, he carried you into his room and roughly pushed your back into the wall by the door, and the two of you quickly undressed each other ad then he tossed you onto his bed, where he finally pulled your panties off and his boxers. After your underwear was removed, everything else seemed to be happening in slow motion. Steve held your body close to his and laid back on the bed. He turned you, so you were facing his dick. He watched in awe as you moved back and descended your cunt onto his mouth. The tip of your clit had emerged from the hood and glistened. You began to grind the soft flesh down against his lips. He around your clit and up inside your wet folds.

You began to hump his mouth so vigorously that he couldn't help but moan against your cunt. Your juices spilled down his flushed cheeks and dripped off of his chin, and coated his beard. His hands moved up your sides and squeezed your tits, and he smirked against you as you cursed his name.

You finally reached and took his dick and licked the tip tasting his precum. You smirked against it as you began to lick and suck it like she had the popsicle earlier. Delightful obscenities streamed from your mouth between licks.

"Steve," you hummed. "You taste so sweet," you said before taking all of him in, and you began to bob your head up and down as you wrapped your hand around his dick and moved it in unison with your mouth. He was thick, but you fit him all the way in.

"Y/N," Steve groaned, pushing his hips up against your mouth. "Wanna be in you," he said in a rough voice. You pull your mouth away, and Steve moves to lay you onto your back, his hands on both of your sides as he looks deep into your eyes and slides effortlessly inside you.

"Fuck," he says as he rubs a thumb over your clit. "S'Tight," he says as he pushes in, filling you to the hilt. You run your hand through his blond locks, pulling on it slightly as you pull his lips down to yours. He feels so good inside you. You can't even say anything at first; a string of curses leaves before you can muster the strength to say his name.

"Steve," you moan. "You're so good," you finally can say, pulling him closer with your legs. He smirks and kisses you and begins to fuck you faster and harder as you pull on his hair. Something about hearing you praising him opens something up inside Steve, and he smirks as he pulls your head, so you were looking right into his eyes. He presses his thumb to your clit as he pounds inside your pussy, and you moan his name over and over.

"Relax, sweets, just relax," he says, moving his finger up to your mouth.

He runs it along your lips, and you lean your head and take his finger, sucking your juices from it.

"That's it, sweets. Keep being good for me," he says as a smile spreads to his lips.

"Such a precious little slut you are," he says against your ear. That's one thing he can't look you in the eyes and say, and he feels you pulling him tighter and closer, your moans and curses getting louder as you pull his head back to face you. You kiss him, and he rests his forehead against yours and moans into your lips.

"Keep being good for me. Yeah, sweet thing, just relax," he said, his lips brushing softly against yours.

"Are you ready?" He murmurs. "You're doing such a good job. I can't wait to fill you up," he says, holding your hips close as he takes a few more long and hard thrusts before you come undone and your feet dig into his calves.

"You feel incredible," he groans and looks deep into your eyes. "You want me to cum inside you, don't you? Of course, you do," he says, running his fingers back over your lips and groaning as you take them back into your mouth.

"Stevie," you murmur. "Fill me up," you say, sucking his fingers, and he groans as he quickens his hips and fills you with his cum.

He lays there for a few minutes, placing sweet little kisses along your shoulders and to your neck. When he pulls out of you, you feel an emptiness inside you and smile as he smiles down at you, resting his elbow onto the mattress and his head onto his hand. He gives you the cutest little smile. His face softens, and he looks down at you with those boyish blue eyes.

"Hope I was good," he hums and kisses you as you giggle and run your fingers gently through his hair as he lays his head on your chest.

"Very good," you hum and smile as you kiss his lips. "Such a good boy," you hum.

How It's Going/Ended

You pace in your apartment as you look up at the clock on the wall. You jump slightly as there's a knock on the door. You walk over towards the door and look out of the peephole and see Bucky running his vibranium fingers through his now shorter hair, the hair that you had cut the night before.

He was holding the bag from the store that he had picked up, an order that you had made online, so he wouldn't know what it was. You opened the door and took the bag from him, and hugged him tightly as you let out a long sigh that you were holding in.

"Now, are you going to tell me what's up, doll?" He asked, stepping in. He and you had become close once Steve had chosen to go back to be with Peggy. He spent more time at your apartment than his own, finding your couch much more comfortable than his floor.

"I'm late, Bucky," you whisper, looking down at the floor. "You know it's late," you say, looking up into his blue eyes. You can feel the tears coming to the corner of your eyes. You sit down beside him, and his eyes look right at yours.

What you and Bucky had, it just happened. Naturally, a few kisses here and there, you both vented about Steve leaving to be with a woman he had only kissed once. Steve had told you that he loved you, that you made him happy, and then he left not only you but his best friend to go back in time to be with Peggy Carter.

Bucky had wanted to tell Steve that he was free, that his mind was now under his control, but he had cornered him before he had the chance and told him he was going to be with Peggy. He didn't even tell you goodbye. Bucky had to do that. He had to tell you that your boyfriend had chosen to leave you behind to be in another time with another woman. He took your hands in his, pulled you into his lap, and gently took your face with his fingers.

What you and Bucky had now, it happened naturally. Little stares here and there, he asked if he could hold your hand. The first kiss happened while watching The Wizard of Oz. While you and Bucky had sex, you had been extra careful, so you knew that the baby belonged to Steve if you were pregnant.

"Whatever that test says," he whispers with his blue eyes locked on your face. "I'm going to be right here," he says, and you lose all control, and the tears began to fall as you lean into his hand that was on your cheek. You nod, and he leans, kissing down each of your cheeks, then your lips as he wraps an arm around you.

"I don't deserve you, Buck," you say as he wipes your tears.

"Doll, if there's anyone that doesn't deserve anyone it's me," he smiles up at you as your hands move to his face. Bucky had learned that most hands were built to crush or destroy. Most had handled his body like a minefield. But yours, yours felt like the gentle flow of spring; kind on his skin and delicate. "I love you, Doll," he said, leaning his forehead against yours. "And I'll love this baby and raise it like it's mine if it's what you want to do," he says and smiles as you close the space between you and him and softly kiss his lips.

"I love you too, Buck," you whisper and smile against his lips. "I love you so much," you say against his lips.

It was then that you realize just how easy it came off of each of your lips. It wasn't like that with Steve, and Bucky was sitting there so in love with you that he was willing to raise a child that was his best friend and not his to show you just how much he meant it.

"I'm going to go take it," you whisper, and you feel his lips on yours once more before finally you pull away and walk towards the bathroom. You read the test a few times before peeing on the stick and waiting for the results to show up. It was one of those that just said "pregnant" or "not pregnant" you bit at your lip and heard Bucky walking behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist. You look up at him as the timer on your phone went off, and you lay your head on his black tee.

"Want me to look at it, doll?" He whispers, and you look up at him, slowly nodding your head. He lifts the test and reads the word "Pregnant" off to you.

Earlier, you thought you were going to cry if you read that word. But when you see the love-filled eyes of Bucky Barnes looking at you before he leans down and kisses your stomach, and you play with his hair with a giggle, nothing but happiness and pride exist inside you.

It is at that moment that you realize that while you had been given Steve's heart, it wasn't the heart that's meant to love you. That heart belonged to James Buchannan Barnes.

Tagging:

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[mjolnir-steve]

To My Heart, He Carries the Key(s)

Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Word count: 2135 (oop)

Warnings: light drinking (no bad decisions), toothache-inducing fluff, implied smut for .02 seconds

Prompt: Steve / Giving him a lift back to his office after he forgets his keys after a post-mission bar hop - from @syntheticavenger

A/N: Hi, y’all! Here’s my entry for @syntheticavenger’s How It Started - How It’s Going 5K Challenge! This is my first time sharing a fic in seven years, so I’m a little nervous. If I missed any warnings, please let me know! I tried to make the reader as neutral as possible in characteristics, but I do identify as female, so I wanted to be safe and classify this as a female reader. (I also made no mention of height except that Steve is taller than Reader hehe, so I hope taller folks can picture themselves, too.) This was not beta’d because I’m entering at the last minute (typical), so if there’s anything incorrect or that doesn’t make sense, please reach out. :) I hope you enjoy!!!!!

How it started…

Shit.

Your coworker at the local pub called out sick. He was supposed to relieve you at 7:30, leaving you time to freshen up before your date picked you up at 8 PM. It was now 7:55 PM. Your manager wasn’t answering your calls, a sure sign that you should text your date and apologize profusely for canceling at the last minute.

Y/N: Hey, Johnny. So sorry, but I can’t make it tonight. :( My coworker is out sick and no one else can cover. Can we reschedule? 🔥: I was about to text and say I’m running late. All good.

Y/N: Are you busy tomorrow?

When Johnny hadn’t answered you by 9 PM, you weren’t sure how to feel. Your phone lit up with a notification: humantorch81 has added to their story. The little voice in your head told you not to click it, but click it you did. A selfie-style video played, and you watched Johnny take one shot, then a second, then a third… The fourth clip showed him stuffing $100 bills in someone’s cleavage. Douchebag.

Thunderous laughter and applause in the doorway had you closing the app and putting your phone in your back pocket. A group of men came into view. Maybe working tonight wouldn’t be so bad. You recognized one of the men as James (he told you to call him Bucky) Barnes, the former Winter Soldier. He was a regular at the pub, located only a ten-minute drive from the Avengers Compound. Bucky, Sam Wilson, and sometimes Thor frequented the pub, regaling you with tales of both past battles and present gossip. Lucky for you, they also tipped well. You could make out a few more familiar faces, including Tony Stark’s. Okay, they were probably tipping very well tonight.

The door opened once again and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped. In walked Captain America, your childhood crush. Your admiration for him never really subsided. If anything, it was renewed when he was recovered from the ice during your junior year of high school. When you were small, you often would talk about how you were in love with Captain Rogers, making him the subject of your art projects and writing assignments. As you grew up, you saw how silly you’d been and merely appreciated how beautiful and gentlemanly he seemed. Your sanity was well and truly tested, though, the first time you met him, and it turned out he was even more wonderful than you dreamed he’d be. You barely could stand to speak to him, let alone look at him, out of shyness.

Tonight was no different. Seeing Steve standing in front of you with flushed cheeks and tousled hair, you thought your heart might burst or you might start drooling - you weren’t sure which would happen first. Mr. Tall, Blond, and Handsome started making his way towards you, eyes downcast as if he were nervous. Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous to order a drink? From you, of all people?

He finally looked up at you, only to stumble over his own two feet. The blush that had just disappeared returned quickly, tinging his freckled nose and perfect cheeks with the most flattering shade of pink that complemented his sparkling blue eyes. The first time you’d met, he had a full beard. He was clean-shaven now, and although you loved the facial hair on him, his boyish face made him look like a Disney prince. It took everything in you not to swoon.

“Hey, Y/N. Long time, no see.” He let out a short, bashful laugh that made the butterflies in your tummy flutter. He scratched the back of his neck, not quite able to meet your gaze.

“Hi, Captain Rogers!” You judged yourself for sounding so eager to see him. “It’s good to see you. Been a while,” you smiled at him, reaching for a fresh gravity pint glass. “What can I get you? Your usual?” Steve typically started his visits with a pint of Guinness, and then depending on the occasion, he’d order either more of the same or some whiskey.

He began to pull his credit card out of his wallet. “You’re too good to me, doll. And please, can you call me Steve?” He passed his card to you and you put it next to the register. “This may be a long shot, but do you know how to make a Singapore Sling? We’re celebrating after completing a two-month mission tonight, and I’m craving something sweet.” Either you were crazy or Captain Rog- Steve, you corrected yourself - was looking at your lips when he said that.

“Well, Steve,” you said pointedly, “I actually do know how to make one. That’s one of my favorites.”

“No kidding! I hardly order them, but when I do, no one’s even heard of them. I guess my age is showing.” He sat down then, watching you grab the pineapple juice from the refrigerator.

“You don’t look a day over 103, Cap,” you giggled, winking at him. Since when do I giggle?, you thought. Who do I think I am? You managed not to smack your own forehead, though you were sure you’d berate yourself later. “But yeah, my grandmother introduced me to them a few years ago. They were her favorite, and they quickly became mine.” You passed the glass to him, peeking at him from under your lashes as you awaited his reaction.

Steve picked up the glass and raised it to you first before taking a sip. It wasn’t lost on you that his lips apparently were that pink before the bright red liquid ever touched them. “Gosh, this is perfect,” he nearly moaned. For what felt like the millionth time in ten minutes, you felt your face heat up once again. “Thank you so much, Y/N. It’s just like I remember.”

“It’s no trouble at all. I’m glad you like it.” He smiled at you softly, looking like he wanted to say something more. “Go celebrate, Steve. Let me know if you’d like anything else, okay?” You squeezed his hand where it rested on top of the bar. The action felt so natural for some reason, but before he could react, you pulled away, busying yourself with drying glasses.

A few hours and more than a few shots of Asgardian mead later, Steve found himself at the bar with you. He told the others he’d stay behind while you closed up so you wouldn’t be alone. You exchanged stories about your friends and families. You learned that his favorite meal was shepherd’s pie, and that his mom would make it for his birthday every year, even though the tiny apartment would be sweltering hot with the oven on in July. Funnily enough, that was your favorite meal too, both to cook and to eat. You told him you’d love to make it for him sometime, and he said he’d like that very much.

After closing out the register, you turned around to find Steve resting his chin in both of his hands, staring at you with what you only could classify as puppy dog eyes. You’d never noticed how long and dark his lashes were before. You exited from behind the bar, his eyes following you until you stopped beside him. “Ready to go, Cap?”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He grabbed your hand and stood up, wobbling a bit. “I’ll drive you home.”

“Oh, nooo, you won’t. You’re in no condition to drive.” He still held onto your hand and started to lead you to the door. “Besides, I only live ten minutes away from the Compound. It’s practically on my way home. I’d be happy to drive you back.” He hummed in agreement and squeezed your hand, a muted show of thanks as he clearly was growing more tired by the minute.

You walked outside and he continued to hold your hand as you locked up, carrying your purse on his opposite shoulder. Even though you were driving, he insisted on opening your car door for you.

The drive was quiet, but pleasantly so. You found yourself relaxed in his presence, something you never would have believed a few hours ago. As nervous as you felt around him, you couldn’t help but think he felt nervous around you, too, and as you got to know each other tonight, those nerves began to dissipate, allowing you to start falling for Steve, for real this time.

“Y/N?” You glanced over at Steve who you thought had been asleep. In fact, he’d been watching you, memorizing your profile and trying to gather the courage to say what was on his mind.

“Steve?”

“You’re so pretty,” he cooed, reaching to brush your cheek with his thumb. “I mean, you’re more than that. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re- dammit.”

You put the car in park since Steve decided to begin his confession just as you were pulling up to his apartment building. He clearly was having a difficult time, undoubtedly worsened by the otherworldly alcohol in his system. You turned to look at him, reaching for his hand, encouraging him to continue.

He took a deep breath, covering your hand with both of his. “What I’m trying to say is, I think you’re lovely and I’ve liked you for quite some time. Would you maybe wanna go out to dinner sometime?” The way his eyes twinkled as they searched your face told you he’d lasso the moon and pull it down for you if you asked him to.

You leaned forward, cupping his cheek with your other hand, to kiss his forehead. “I’d love that, Steve.” The smile on his face could have melted the very ice that once entrapped him. He gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, and you stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the feel of each other so close.

You exchanged numbers, Steve asking you to text him when you arrived home and you promising you would do just that. He reached into his pocket, but to his surprise, his keys were nowhere to be found. He leaned forward, lightly smacking his head on the dashboard. “I hate to ruin this moment, sweetheart, but I must have left my keys in the office building on the other side of campus. I’ll just walk over, okay? Text me when you’re home?” He moved to open his door.

“Steve, don’t be ridiculous,” you chided with a laugh. “It’ll take 30 seconds to drive you over there.” You grabbed his hand, urging him to stay seated.

The drive was quick, and Steve ran in and out of the office even quicker, keys to his apartment in hand. You drove him back to the apartment building again. “I don’t think I forgot anything else now,” he laughed more to himself than to you. “Thank you so much for everything. Good night, Y/N.” He exited the car and before you lost your nerve, so did you.

“Wait!” You followed after him, and he stopped in his tracks. “I forgot something this time.” You stood on your tiptoes and reached for his face, planting your lips on his. Steve’s eyebrows raised in surprise, but he instantly relaxed into you, putting one hand on the side of your neck and the other on your waist.

How it’s going...

You heard your phone ringing in the kitchen, having left it out there to time when the shepherd’s pie would be done baking. You answered immediately after reading the caller ID. “Hey, honey. Everything okay?”

“Hi, sweetheart. Everything’s all right. I can’t wait to see you. Listen, are you home already?”

“Yeah, I took off today, actually. I made you dinner. Are you calling because you forgot your keys?”

“Yes, actually,” he sighed with relief. “I’m glad to know I didn’t lose them. Tony would have been annoyed with me… again.”

Whenever you saw an opportunity to tease Steve, you took it. “It seems you’re becoming forgetful in your advanced age, Old Man Rogers.”

He hummed, the tone of his voice a shade lower than a moment ago. “That’s real funny, sweetheart. I don’t think you were calling me old last night or even this morning, as a matter of fact. I had no trouble keeping up with you then.”

“Steven Grant! Why, I never,” you replied with your best Southern belle impression. Your face suddenly felt warm to the touch, and it wasn’t because the oven was on.

He barked out a laugh. “Maybe I’ll have to remind you how old I’m not when I get home. I’ll see you in an hour, Mrs. Rogers.”

Any reminder that you were married to this man made your heart sing. “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you more.”

[spookiekewchie]

caffeine kisses ☕️

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Sam Wilson x woc!reader

Summary: The one where you meet Captain America in a coffee shop

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: it’s fluff, language, me finding a way to work in Sam being called Daddy (but it’s cute though and not in a kinky way), talk of the reader being pregnant

A/N: So this is my submission for  @syntheticavenger​​‘s How it Started/How it’s Going Challenge. I love the prompt I got, and I hope you enjoy it. 

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

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Sam Wilson // paying it forward with a coffee

☕️How it started…

“Shit—sorry, I think I left my wallet at home.” The man muttered at the counter, sighing heavily as he pulled his phone out to seemingly text someone, and stepped out of line. You watched him go as you stepped up to the counter, he looked stressed. Like he’d had a long night, and was about to have an even longer day. It likely wasn’t your business but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something familiar about him. 

“Put his coffee on my card.” You said, catching his eye before he made it out the door. He looked as if he were about to protest, but you simply turned back to the young man behind the register and rattled off your order. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” The man said when you moved out of the line to wait for your name to be called. “Thank you.” He added, shoving his hands into his pockets as he regarded your features carefully. You simply nodded, eyes narrowed slightly when you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had seen him before. It wasn’t until he offered up a smile that it clicked in your mind and your eyes went a little wide. You’d seen him on your television just last week publicly shaming a group of politicians after the whole Flagsmashers fiasco. It was just your luck that you’d run into the new Captain America while you were dressed down in your workout clothes and he was apparently trying to be incognito. 

“Just pay it forward the next time you get coffee.” You shrugged it off, debating whether or not you should say something more. What could it hurt? You think before opening your mouth again to speak. “Besides, it’s not every day a girl gets to save Captain America.” You whispered just low enough for him to hear. He laughed loud enough to draw a few stares, sobering up just a little when he noticed the stares. “The baseball hat and sunglasses combo was a good try through.” 

He laughed again, quieter this time with a little chuckle that made his shoulders shake. “What gave me away?” He questioned, and suddenly you felt your face heating up at the thought of telling him how you’d recognized him. You heard your name being called as your drink and his were set on the counter. Taking a step towards it he followed, looking at you expectantly as he waited for your answer almost as if he were hoping you’d keep talking to him. 

“It was your smile. I recognized it.” You admitted, making it a point to focus your attention on the steaming cup of coffee in your hands. Not looking at him meant missing the soft smile that your answer had drawn onto his lips. 

“I’m glad you did.” 

☕️How it’s going…

The bed was empty when you woke up, something that made you pout until the smell of coffee wafted into the room. You sighed, sitting up in bed and looking to the window where a bright stream of sunlight was shining into the room. The ring on your finger glittered in it, and you felt what you hoped was an excited swoop in your belly at remembering the night before and how Sam had proposed in the middle of dinner with his family. 

You remembered Sarah hugging you so tight that you thought you might pop. You remembered Sam teasing Bucky about being next when he caught the super soldier staring longingly at Sarah while she gushed over the ring. Both of you shot Sam a look that clearly told him to mind his business, and let Sarah and Bucky take things at their own pace. Then there were the two boys who had already taken to calling you their Aunt months before the engagement. 

It had been Cass, the younger of the two, that had blurted out that he couldn’t wait to have a new cousin. 

You pressed a hand to your stomach at the memory, little did Cass know that you were already pregnant and had yet to tell Sam. You’d been nervous at first, despite knowing that you and he had already talked about what you’d like your shared future to be. But you hadn’t planned for it to happen so soon, but a few days of missed birth control pills had been all that it took for your plans to change drastically. 

You sighed at the thought, pushing yourself out of bed to brush your teeth and grab a quick shower. By the time you came back into your shared bedroom Sam was back, and from what you could tell he’d brought coffee with him. 

“What’s this?” You questioned with a fond smile, padding your way over to him and pressing a kiss to his lips. Carefully he pulled you into the bed beside him, that warm smile of his that you loved so much fixed firmly in place. 

“I figured I’d surprise you with your favorite drink.” He replied playfully, stealing another kiss from your lips as he pressed a cup of coffee into your hands before grabbing the other for himself. You took a sip, watching him with a dopey little smile on your lips as you made the decision to tell Sam the good news. Setting your cup of coffee on the nightstand before straddling the man’s lap. “What’s that look for?” He questioned, lifting his cup to his lips to take a long drink from it before he set it aside next to yours. Big warm hands settled against your ass, squeezing lightly as you just chuckled and let your own fall against Sam’s broad chest.  

You took a breath, chewing on your bottom lip for a moment as you tried to think of the best way to put it into words. “So you know how we talked about kids one day?” You began, and Sam nodded silently. “One day came a little faster than expected.” Again he said nothing, but you could see the cogs of his mind turning as you processed what you were trying to tell him. When it finally clicked the grin on his lips was instant as he surged forward to kiss you happily. You leaned into him, the taste of coffee still on his lips. 

“You serious?” He questioned, pulling back to look up at you in wonder.

You nodded, his happiness making any worry that you might have had evaporate in an instant. “You’re gonna be a daddy.” 

That only seemed to add to his joy, and before you knew it Sam had you pressed into the sheets of your shared bed as his kisses peppered your body. “How far along are you?” He questioned, lips brushing against your stomach. 

“Just a couple weeks.” You wiggled against the bed, a laugh bubbling out of you as his lips tickled against your skin. “Are you happy?” 

Sam sighed, the sound content and utterly pleased with both himself and you. 

“First you say yes to marrying me, now you tell me we’re having a kid? Darlin’ I’m so fucking happy.” 

[boxofbonesfic]

For the challenge…

Alpha Mechanic Steve / Broken Down Car

Title: Spark Plugs

Pairing: Alpha!Mechanic Steve x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: FLUFF, Anxious Steeb, A/B/O dynamics, Brief non-descriptive smut but smut nonetheless

A/N: This is my entry for the wonderful @syntheticavenger‘s 5k follower challenge! (Congrats again, by the way❤️) I love, love, love this prompt, so thank you! I hope I get another one because this was so fun. get ready for tooth-rotting-fluff. 

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How it started: 

 Sunflowers. The scent blooms around him and Steve lifts his head so fast he bangs it on the undercarriage. He’s slid all the way underneath old man Fury’s buick, and all he can see are your ankles. 

They’re the prettiest goddamn ankles he’s ever seen.  

Another deep breath, and all he can smell are Omega and sunflowers and suddenly he’s dizzy, dropping the wrench loudly to the floor as he scrambles out from underneath the clunker he’s convinced not even he can fix. And then there you are—at first he can’t see you, silhouetted by the bright sun shining through the open garage door behind you, your curly hair set aflame by its rays. 

 He wipes the back of his hand through the sweat on his forehead. “Can I help you?” 

 “H-hi.” Your voice is so small he almost doesn’t hear you. “I, um, my car…” You step forward a little, and the first thing Steve thinks—when he can think—is by God, I’m gonna marry that girl. He sits up too fast again, and bangs his forehead on the open door. It’s while you’re dabbing up the blood with a damp cloth, your tongue poked out between your lips as you concentrate, that Steve decides he’s going to call up Bucky’s mother and ask her for the ring his own mother gave her for safekeeping. 

 He’s leaned against the tool bench, watching as you dip the cloth into the bowl of warm water, wringing it out before bringing it back to the gash on his forehead. “I’m sorry. You came here for me to fix your car, and you end up fixing me instead.” 

 You laugh, and it’s like bells. Beautiful and soft and light. “Do I get a discount, now?” You joke shyly, that little pink tongue darting out to wet your lips.

 Steve chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. “That depends.”

 “On what?”

 “Whether you’ll go to dinner with me or not.” 

How it’s going:

 “It’s okay, man, you’ve got this.” Sam claps him on the back, and Steve swallows nervously, looking up at his friend. “Seriously man, it’s beautiful.” 

 Steve turns the ring over in his fingers. “What if she doesn’t like it? What if she says no?” The only thing he wants to see more than this ring on her finger is his mark on her throat, and suddenly he’s not sure if she wants either. Bucky scoffs at his uncertainty. 

 “Stop stalling, I think Natasha’s starting to get a cramp.” He jerks his chin up at the other Alpha, who is currently waving urgently for Steve to come up while the moment was right. You were sufficiently distracted by the sun setting over the majestic mountains, and Steve had slipped away to prepare. If he waited much longer, though, the perfect moment he’d been waiting for would pass, and the trip would be wasted. 

 He hurries over to the steps to join you on the observation deck. You’re always so aware of him—like you could find him in a crowd of a million people with a blindfold on, he just knows it. You turn and see him instantly, and Steve thanks whatever forces are watching that he’s stowed the ring safely in his pocket. 

 “There you are. I was wondering when you were going to come look at this with me,” You say softly, gesturing at the magnificent view. Steve tries to calm his racing heart.

 “I’m sorry. I was, uh, busy.” Your eyebrow quirks. 

 “Busy?” You frowned a little. “But you asked to come here.” 

 “I had to help Sam with something.” This is not going well. “But it’s all taken care of now.” 

 “Oh. Well, you’re here now. Do you want to take some pictures?” You ask, brandishing the camera on the strap around your neck as you beam up at him. “It’s the golden hour.” You joke, snapping a picture of Steve’s carefully composed casual expression. He backs up against the railing, his sweaty palms almost slipping on the metal. You’re so beautiful in your little white sundress, and of course you’re wearing the locket he gave you, the one with the goofy picture the two of you took at the mall. 

 “Do you love me?” He asks suddenly, and you stop in the middle of taking another picture. 

 “What? Steve, of course.” 

 “And you want to be with me, right?” 

 “Of course! Steve what’s going on? You’ve been acting weird all night.” You lower the camera, your gaze concerned. Steve catches sight of Natasha, standing innocuously in the crowd, her cellphone raised as she records. She gives Steve a thumbs up, which only serves to make him more nervous. 

 “I, um.” He clears his throat and drops down to one wobbly knee. “Goddammit, I want you to marry me, doll.” He gropes for the ring in his pocket, and for a panicked second he doesn’t feel it, until his fingers brush cool metal. He pulls it out with trembling fingers, almost dropping it. He licks his dry lips as he looks up into your shocked face. “Sugar?”

 And then you tackle him. 

 It almost sends both of you and the ring flying over the edge of the observation deck and into the trees below, but Steve catches you breathlessly. It takes his brain a moment to sort through the adrenaline of the moment, and then he can finally make out what you’re saying—

 “Of course I’ll marry you—love you so much—thought you’d never ask—” All between peppering his face with soft kisses, your own cheeks wet with happy tears. 

 You barely make it back to the room before he’s tearing at your clothes, his mouth hot on your throat as he feverishly slips the sundress from your body. When his hand dips between the soft flesh of your breasts after kissing you breathless, he finds you wet already. 

 He lowers your mewling form to the bed, and when he slides inside you, he whispers that he loves you. How much he’s always loved you, right from the beginning. “Dammit, knew you were made for me, sugar.” 

 You’re a sloppy, panting mess on his knot by the end of it, blissed out and yet still reaching for him as he pulls you flush against his chest. His teeth rasp over your skin, and there’s no hesitation when you tip your head submissively to the side, and let them slide into your flesh. You whine and clench around him again—he’s lost count of how many times he’s made you fall apart tonight—and he spills into you again, his knot throbbing inside you. 

 The two of you are panting in the dark and Steve treasures the sight of your face, illuminated by the moon. “Do you like your ring?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

 “I love it.” 

 “Good. I can tell Sam to return the others,” He breaths, his chest unknotting. 

 “Others?” You pull away to stare at him. “Steve, how many rings did you buy?” 

 “…Four?” 

 Fin

[dollslayer]

For the drabble challenge: Bucky Barnes / He took the last treadmill

Gains

Bucky Barnes x Reader, No Powers AU Summary: Bucky Barnes has stolen the last treadmill and with it, the last shred of your patience. W/C: 2k Warnings: Smut, swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex A/N: I wrote this for @syntheticavenger's 5k How it started/How it's going celebration/challenge!! I know it's been a minute since I've written anything but if you liked this please comment/reblog! Main Masterlist

How it started -

You heaved a heavy sigh as you finally got into your car. Looking at the clock on your dashboard you noticed it was nearly 11pm. You were fresh off of a late night at the office that ended with you being chewed out in the boardroom for someone else’s mistakes and desperately needed to release all your pent up rage. You can’t run away from your problems but you can damn well try at the gym.

You reached for the door but before you could reach it a large hand was pulling the handle and holding the door for you. The hand lead to a thick forearm with veins trailing up to perfectly sculpted biceps. You peered up at the owner of the sculpted arm and found it belonged to maybe the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. He has crystal blue eyes and pillowy lips curved slightly into a grin. Strands of shoulder length hair are falling out of the small bun he’s tied it into and into his face.

You didn’t realize you’d stopped midstep, leaving him waiting on you to walk through the entryway. Quickly looking away with a huff of small embarrassment you muster a small thank you and pick up the pace towards the locker rooms. You were suddenly feeling nervous at the realization that you’d have to work out in front of him but the thought of him in less clothing was appealing enough to distract you.

You’d figured given the hour that the gym wouldn’t be so busy but looking around it was teeming with activity. As if your day couldn’t be any more annoying, one lone treadmill stood open so you hustled to the locker rooms to change so you could claim it.

Just as you were about to put your phone in your locker and head out you were bombarded by a slew of work emails, making you furious all over again. Anger refueled, you set off with new determination for the treadmill. Just as you were about to enter the main gym area the same guy that held the door open for you was headed in the same direction. Smiling, you held the door open for him this time with a small laugh, which he thanked you for before bounding off.

His huge stride was heading in a direction that was giving you a bad feeling. You tried to fastwalk past him, hoping that you could beat him there but before you could touch the rails he was stepping onto the last fucking treadmill. You came to a stop with a look of disbelief and he looked over his shoulder and smirked at you.

“Somethin’ wrong, doll?”

“No,” you scoffed before walking away towards the ellipticals.

With the state of your temper right now you didn’t trust yourself not to blow up on him. You tell yourself that the gym asks people to only use equipment for a certain amount of time, someone’s bound to get off soon. You were breaking a sweat but it wasn’t really releasing all the built up tension you had like running would. Glancing over you spy one open treadmill, but of fucking course the only one open is next to him.

Heaving a sigh you turn up your music and step up to the treadmill intent on ignoring him. His head turns slightly towards you and out of the corner of your eye you spy a smirk. You roll your eyes and up the pace, hoping to block out the rest of the world for a bit.

You let yourself get lost in the workout and finally felt some of your frustrations melt away. When you’d reached your limit and got off you looked around and realized that the man was gone, so was most everyone else. Checking the time you noted it was nearly 2 AM and you figured you’d better call it a night if you were ever going to deal with the shit show that awaited you tomorrow morning at the office.

Walking back to the locker rooms the man from earlier was passing you on his way out and gave you a mischievous grin.

“I steal your treadmill back there, doll?” He asks playfully.

“Don’t let it happen again” You say jokingly with a small smile, still slightly annoyed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” He chuckles, “Have a good night.”

You wish him a good night as he walks on past you, notes of his body wash hitting your senses. As annoyed as you’d been you definitely wouldn’t mind running into him again.

Another week or so had gone by and another fiasco at work had erupted. You weren’t sure how much more of it you could take but you’d made a habit of running at the gym whenever shit went down at work. You’d yet to run into the handsome stranger again but he’d probably just distract you anyway so it was for the better.

You’d opted for lifting light weights and in doing so, you’d completely missed Man Bun just across the room. You’d forgotten that you wanted to run. You got up and turned towards the treadmills. You had stepped forward just in time for Man Bun to take the last. Fucking. Treadmill. Again. Your jaw actually dropped a little and didn’t try to conceal your scoff.

“Come on!” you even stamped your foot a little. After the time you’ve been having at work all you’d wanted was to let off some steam but here he was again with his cocky attitude treating it like a joke.

He actually stopped the treadmill and turned around, a toothy grin proudly on display.

“I did it again, didn’t I? Don’t worry I’m sure someone else will be off soon”

How it’s going -

Your back met the cold tiles of the shower as he pushed you back with a harsh kiss. His lips caught yours, stealing your moans as his large calloused hands ran their way down your curves. You focused your efforts on pushing down his sweats, his cock springing free from its confines.

“No underwear? How presumptuous” You ask against his lips with a smile.

“What can I say? I was feeling lucky”

He hooked his fingers in your leggings and pulled them down. You hastily stepped out of them and worked to remove your top, leaving you in only a sports bra and your panties. He paused for a second before taking your panties in his fist and snapping them in one go. You gasped, slightly shocked but it just turned you on further.

He was to the point in what he wanted, his fingers finding your core and sinking right in. Your moan turned into a whimper as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting you right in your G-spot. You were feeling small under him, his perfectly toned chest proudly on display and his biceps bulging as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

The pleasure you were feeling in this moment had you in disbelief that you’d ever been hesitant of him when he cornered you earlier.

By the time you’d finally gotten done with your run you’d realized everyone had petered out, even Man Bun. You reckoned it was time for you to head out too. It was kind of eerie being alone in the gym so you wanted to shower and get out as quickly as possible.

As you were about to push the door open a familiar, large hand covered yours. You could feel his body heat and smell whatever soap he’d used, that’s how close he was. You turned around and he kept his arm outstretched past you, you were practically in his arms.

Your eyes met his and you let out a shaky breath, you weren’t really sure what to make of the expression on his face. You raised your eyebrows in waiting.

“Just wanted to apologize, for takin’ your treadmill and all. Seems to be a habit of mine, huh?”

“I’m starting to think you meant to.”

“I gotta admit, I saw you gunnin’ for that treadmill and I wanted to beat you there. What do you say I make it up to you?”

He was definitely making it up to you now. He was a man on a mission, pressing his palm firmly against your clit and working against your spot, trying desperately to get you to cum. You couldn’t do anything but cling desperately to his shoulders. Your cries were getting louder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. You finally snapped and came with a shout before nearly slumping against him. His arms caught you and he laughed a little to himself.

“So fuckin’ good for me, you’re gonna take me so well.” He pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple as you tried to get your bearings. You reached down to grab his cock in your hands, he was rock hard and you wanted nothing more than to run your tongue along them.

You shakily began to sink down to your knees but a strong hand grasped you by the shoulders and pulled you up before you could.

“Just wanna feel you” He breathed out before pressing a kiss to your lips.

It was your turn to smirk at him, slowly standing up to your full height. He kissed you again as his large hands grabbed your breasts one at a time, toying with your nipples and making you whimper just slightly. You could feel his cock hard against your thigh and decided you needed him now.

You lifted your thigh up over his hip, which he was all too eager to hold while you grabbed him and positioned him at your entrance. His other hand grasped your hip and he thrusted into you with determination, causing you to let out an obscene moan. He was hitting you so deeply and when he began moving you swore you couldn’t take him.

He hooked one arm under your leg as he pistoned in and out of you at a pace you weren’t quite ready for but you’d reveled in the feeling of. He was hitting you deeper than you’d ever thought possible by anyone else you’d had before.

“Shit,” He huffed, “Gonna fuck you stupid?”

You could only whimper in response as he did just that. He wasn’t holding anything back as he thrust into you over and over. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed but in the best way possible. You couldn’t help the noises that came out of you, couldn’t help the begging for him to continue.

As he pistoned in and out of you while keeping a vice grip on your leg you let out the most wanton little mewls, only spurring him on further. He was dragging every inch of him out of you and then slamming it back in, all the while his thumb toying with your clit. You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold out and you couldn’t tell what was more exciting, the thought of him ruining you or the realization that anyone could walk in and see you two. Right now you didn’t care so long as he kept at it.

You tugged at his tresses, pulling them loose from the low bun they hung in, eliciting grunts and groans from him. You latched your mouth onto his neck and found his sweet spot, sucking a deep bruise into it.

“Fuck, babydoll, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out”

“Then don’t”

That was all the motivation it took for him to slam into you at full force, his fingers working double time to help you reach your high once more. You thought you couldn’t take anymore as he slammed into you harder than he had and bit harshly into your neck as he spilled himself inside of you with one final thrust.

You cried out as you came around him, feeling your pussy pulse in waves as you registered the aftershocks. You leaned your head back against the tiles while you tried to catch your breath, vaguely hearing his own sighs. Finally feeling up to sorts, you looked up at him only to find his hazy blue eyes boring into yours. A part of you can’t believe you’d done such a thing in public with a man who was practically a stranger but the other part was just as turned on by the fact.

“Think I’ve given enough penance for you, doll?”

“Not even close.”

[dolcezzasfantasy]

how the turn tables

this is for @syntheticavenger's how it started - how it's going writing challenge for 5k! congrats!

request | Hello! For the challenge: Any Marvel character / they are locked out of their apartment and need to use your phone - syntheticavenger

pairing | bucky barnes x reader, modern!au

word count | 990

warnings | none! except maybe fluff.

notes | ok so i'm pretty new at writing fanfics, and thus i just word vomited a little bit. i'm sorry!

// how it started //

bucky shouldn't have stepped out of his apartment in the first place. he still couldn't believe steve had gotten him to go to his third cousin's step-son's bar mitzvah. it was unbelievable. he had stood at the corner of the party, near the table filled with drinks the whole night. in retrospect, he realised he probably came off as sketchy. a tall man, with long hair tucked inside a baseball hat, with a leather jacket on and a cold stare. he didn't mean to come off as standoffish - well, maybe a harmless amount - he just simply didn't know what to do in most social situations.

and here he was, the taste of bad champagne lingering in his mouth, standing outside his front door with his shoulders hunched. he had forgotten his key. of course he had forgotten his key. the perfect ending to a perfect day, he thought scornfully. he had rummaged around - nearly torn apart - his jacket and jeans in search of his keys, to no avail. there were few options left now - drive to steve's apartment all the way in brooklyn, look for a telephone booth, or approach his neighbour. the first two were plain ridiculous. it was 11:34pm and he sure as hell couldn't drive all the way to brooklyn. besides, his car had run out of gas, and it had been nothing short of a miracle that he'd made it to his building in time. the mere idea of looking for a telephone booth in the middle of new york city was laughable. that meant he would have to approach his neighbour, y/n. his impossibly beautiful neighbour, y/n, that made him go weak at his knees.

he hadn't seen much of you, but every little glimpse he caught of you led him to dream about you that following night. dreams he would never tell anyone about.

pull yourself together, barnes. you're better than this. the game plan was simple. knock on your door, explain his plight, ask if he could use your phone to call sam for help, and exit. simple enough.

he patted down the front of his grey t-shirt, and stepped forward to knock at you door which was right opposite his.

you answered a minute later. you looked rather disoriented, half asleep and still registering that someone was at your door. your hair was messy, there were imprints of a pillow on your cheeks and your eyes were half shut and you were clearly having trouble keeping them open.

'hi, sorry for disturbing at a time like this,' bucky said, awkwardly.

you rubbed at your eyes. 'right, it's no problem. what's up?'

he reluctantly pulled his eyes off of your face. 'uh, I was wondering if I could use your phone? I locked myself out of my flat like the klutz I am, and my phone's dead and car's out of gas and I need to call my friend and-'

you started chuckling. 'that sounds like an eventful day.'

'you have no idea,' he smiled.

'come in.'

'what?'

'you need the phone, don't you? I'll make you a cup of tea while you're at it.'

'oh, I don't wanna inconvenience you-'

'nonsense, come on in.'

he bit down on his lip to stop the smile from spreading wide across his face, but he was sure the effort was pointless. thank goodness your back was turned to him as you led him inside your flat.

your place had a very homely feeling. the floors were wooden and there were fluffy carpets all around. there were a lot of posters everywhere and bucky thought he spotted a record player stashed away behind a table in the kitchen area. there was a shelf full of books and the couch was occupied mostly by crocheted blankets and large pillows.

'here ya go,' you said, holding out your mint green phone to him. he noticed the cover had winnie the pooh on it. that made him smile.

'thank you so much.'

as he dialled sam's number into it - which, fortunately, he had memorised for emergencies just like this - he saw you out of the corner of his eye making tea. he shook his head playfully. you were too kind to someone you barely knew.

'yeah, just bring it over,' he said to sam on the phone. by the time he hung up, you had brought him a cup of green tea.

'you're too kind,' he said, repeating his thoughts.

'oh, it's no problem,' you said as you blowed on your own cup. 'I need that little kick anyway. might as well stay awake now instead of trying to go to sleep,' you smiled.

'again, I'm so sorry. you were my last resort.'

'I'm honoured I was your last resort,' you smirked. 'don't worry, we'll find a way for you to make it up to me.'

'I can buy you another green tea this Saturday if you want,' he offered.

'you mean, like, a date?'

'well, depends on how you look at it,' he hesitated.

'no, no. I won't have it any other way,' you laughed.

// how it's going //

the phone had been ringing for 2 whole minutes when bucky grudgingly picked it up.

'what?' he grunted.

'dude, i need you to bring my spare apartment keys to me,' sam's voice came. 'i've locked myself out.'

bucky groaned. he had barely awaken, and he wanted to spend the sunday with his fiancee.

'mm, who is it?' you said, sleepily.

'sam. go back to sleep, i'll be back in an hour tops.'

'bring back waffles.'

he laughed. over the course of your relationship, you had made it clear you had an affinity for waffles.

'of course,' he said, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

you smiled in your sleep.

strange case of déjà vu, bucky thought to himself, as he exited the apartment he shared with the love of his life.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

A Bad Break

My first entry for @syntheticavenger​‘s 5k follower “how it started/how it’s going” challenge!

Prompt: Steve Rogers/Injury

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, f receiving oral sex, semi public sex, mentions of choking), kinda explicit descriptions of injuries, Tony being kind of an ass, Steve is a little bit of a pouty dick when he’s injured, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Took me a minute but I finally got the inspiration to get this one done! Got a little lost in all the drabble requests but I’m very excited about this one. Love me some Steve! Congrats on the milestone @syntheticavenger​!! You deserve everything!!

How it started:

You couldn’t believe you’d managed to land this job. Working as an on site doctor for Stark Industries was already amazing, the benefits alone were enough to ensure you were going to be able to retire a good 20 years earlier than you had originally thought. But then Tony had tapped you to move to the Avengers compound as their head medic; something to do with your extensive field experience, and possibly the fact that you were one of the only team members who could put up with Tony’s extensive bull shit without wanting to kill him (and also drink him under the table, but that couldn’t have had any bearing on his decision).

So now it was your first day, and apparently also the day a huge swarm of aliens, or robots, or something bad, descended on Washington DC. You honestly hadn’t been paying too close of attention to the details of the attack, more intent on the injuries the team has sustained so you could triage. Fortunately, nothing sounded too bad, just some scrapes and bad bruises. Except...

“Y/N!” Tony busted through the doors of the med bay looking only a little disheveled, but was followed by a singed Thor dragging a haggard Captain America. “Happy first day, babe! So good to see you, we’ve got a tiny problem, though.”

“Alright, lemme see it.” You pulled on some gloves while Thor tossed Rogers on the exam table a little rougher than you would have preferred, but you forgot about that quickly when you got a look at what you were dealing with. “Well, fuck.”

“Yeah, uh, it’s not supposed to look like that, right?” Tony was trying to keep things light as you examined Steve’s arm, the unnatural angle it was bent at making you scowl.

“Nope.” You chewed on your lip as you considered things. “I’m assuming it broke like this, then his whole sped up healing thing made the bone knit back together at this freaky angle?”

“Knew bringing you in here was a good idea!” Tony ignored the way you were shaking your head at him, turning his wide grin to Thor. “Isn’t she something, Point Break? Can’t believe we almost wasted all this talent in corporate medicine.”

“Yes, Stark, very impressive. You can fix him then, love?” Well, if that wasn’t just a little adorable, as much as you typically hated cutesie little pet names.

“Yeah, I can fix him.”

“Could you maybe talk to me about what’s going on?” Steve looked annoyed at having to listen to you three discuss his condition like he wasn’t even there. “I’m still awake, y’know.”

“Sorry, Rogers.” You tried to give him a warm smile, knowing he wasn’t gonna be thrilled about what you had to do. “You’re probably not gonna be awake for very long though. I need to rebreak this arm.”

“I can handle it.” He was practically pouting, a stubborn set to his jaw as he glared at you. “Don’t think a pretty little thing like you could actually hurt me.”

“Oof, Steve, the misogyny is no good.” Tony winced and made a throat cutting motion to try to get the man to shut up.

“Sorry, just,” He tried to give you a placating look, but his mouth was making a mess of things. “It took a 3 ton block of concrete to break it the first time, how are you gonna do it?”

You just cocked your head and smirked at him, the grip you had on his wrist light and almost teasing in a way that had him swallowing thickly.

“Thor, could you hold the patient still for me, honey?” The god looked slightly amused as he pressed his hands against Steve’s shoulders and pinned him to the bed. “Tony, I know you can get a little queasy about bone stuff so if you need to leave I would do it now.”

“Nah, I kinda want to watch you prove Capsicle here all kinds of wrong.” Tony propped himself on the counter with a mischievous grin.

“I’m gonna be fine.” Steve was glaring between Thor and Tony, who both looked far too tickled for his tastes. “It barely even hurt the first time it broke.”

“You had the benefit of adrenaline that time, Rogers.” You pulled his arm tight and settled one foot on the edge of the bed. “I’m gonna pull on three.”

“I really don’t think...”

“One.”

You lied, you pulled on one. A sharp crack filled the exam room when you yanked Steve’s arm back into a normal position, Thor putting all of his weight on the man when he tried to jerk out of your grasp.

“Son of a motherfucking cocksucking bitch!” Ok, the adrenaline had definitely been helpful with the pain of the first break. Steve was fighting the urge to pass out as you kept his arm pulled taut while you worked on wrapping a minor splint around it.

“Whoa, who taught you that language, Cap?” Tony was extremely happy he had decided to stay and watch, beaming at the stream of obscenities that was falling from Steve’s lips.

“Fuck you, Tony!” His breath was a thin hiss when he shoved Thor off him, staring daggers at the god before turning his wrath to you once you had finished wrapping his arm. 

“You’re welcome.” You didn’t give him a chance to lay into you. “Judging by how quick the first break healed, you should be good to remove the splint in 3 hours. Here’s a sticker for being an ok patient.” He stared at you incredulously when you stuck the giant ‘You’re purrfect’ kitten sticker on his chest, spluttering with suppressed fury. “Next time, if you’re not such a baby, maybe I’ll give you a lollipop. I heard Romanoff got a pretty bad abrasion I’d like to take a look at.”

Steve felt his mouth opening and closing like a fish while he watched you walk out of the room, doing his best to ignore the muffled chuckling that was coming from Stark and Thor. 

“What’s her damn problem?” He didn’t think anyone had ever gotten him so frustrated so fast in his entire life.

“You mean you don’t like her, Rogers?” He could’ve killed Tony for that smug look alone. “Could’ve fooled me.”

How it’s going:

“Oh god, Steve!” You pressed your heated cheek to the cool metal wall of the quinjet, panting breathlessly. “I’ve gotta make sure Sam isn’t running around like an idiot and ruining all my hard work, hurry the fuck up.”

“God, always so fucking greedy.” He growled into your cunt, taking a firm bite out of your left ass cheek before diving back in and dragging his tongue over your sex until you were mewling softly. “The whole reason I got Tony to start bringing you with us was so we could do this on the regular. Hate having to wait to lose myself in this sweet pussy.”

“I still have to do my job, you dick.” You reached back and gripped his hair painfully to keep him in place when he wrapped his lips around your clit. “Not my fault your coworkers are a bunch of idiots with no sense of self preservation.”

Ever since you’d broken his arm like it was nothing, he’d been finding excuse after excuse to come visit the medbay and glare at you. Everyone just thought he was being the extra sweet and supportive Cap whenever he carried a hurt team member towards the medical wing, no matter how inconsequential the injury. At least until he had gone almost a week without seeing you and gotten a little too intense in a sparring session with Sam, leaving the poor man with a bruised diaphragm and clueing the rest of the Avengers into the fact that Captain America was infatuated with everyone’s favorite spunky doctor.

It was almost embarrassing how long it had taken for the man to make his move, the only thing that finally pushed him over the edge was having to watch Thor flirt with you at the compound game night over a very tipsy game of Twister (thank you Tony for that particular stroke of genius). Of course, that had also led to the two of you borderline hate fucking in the commissary, scarring poor Rhodey for life when he had the misfortune of walking in on you with your hand wrapped around Steve’s throat while you rode him like a fucking bronco. 

And now, you were a staple on missions, patching up whatever injuries the team sustained before you and Steve snuck away to the back of the quinjet and fucked each other’s brains out, forcing everyone else to pretend like they couldn’t hear you screaming. Tony had already installed a new speaker system in the fleet, but that only seemed to make you two even louder. Maybe he should think about soundproofing the hold.

“Ah, yes! Steve, fuck!” You yanked harshly on his hair when you came violently, his hands on your thighs keeping you from collapsing while your release soaked his chin.

The asshole just grinned before he started kissing his way up your back and undoing the straps on his stealth suit so he could wrench it down his shoulders and pull out his weeping cock. You purred when he bent your head back so he could press his mouth to yours, opening up when his slid his tongue between your lips and slid his steely length inside you.

“Shit, always so tight and wet for me, baby.” He wrapped an arm around your waist as he started fucking you in slow strokes, groaning when you started sucking on his tongue when he tried to pull it out of your mouth. “Fuck, it’s like this body of yours was made for me.”

“Maybe you were made for me, Rogers.” You ground your hips against his at the end of each push, winding your arm back and over his shoulder so you could wind it around his neck. “That perfect cock of yours that fills me up so good. C’mon, Stevie, make me come again.”

He sucked a bruise below your ear before moving a hand to brace against the wall so he could start slamming into you, his other hand moving down to tease over your clit as he panted heavily into your neck. You were already starting to clench around him, arching yourself into him and moaning as you wordlessly begged him for more.

His cock was dragging over that perfect spot with each thrust, copious amounts of slick leaking down your thighs as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. It only took a few more shoves of his hips before you were coming with a strangled cry, Steve growling as he pinned you against the wall while your body rolled against him and your release squirted all over his thighs. You sighed when you felt his hips stutter and then you were flooded with warmth as he filled with hot white ropes of his cum, fucking it back into you until it was leaking out of you and down the insides of your thighs. 

The two of you sagged against each other while Steve pulled you to the floor, tucking your body into his and holding you in his lap as he started pressing soft kisses over the curve of your shoulder.

“You know if you moved into the compound with me we could do this even more often.” Steve turned you in his lap until you were facing him, nuzzling into your throat and doing his best to ignore your exasperated sigh.

“Fuck’s sake, Steve, can we enjoy the post coital haze just once without you bringing this shit up?” You shoved him off you and scowled at his manipulative pout. “Why don’t you move into my apartment if you want to be around me all the damn time?”

“I need to be at the compound for when a call comes in.” He was getting real sick of having this same fight over and over. “And it would be good for you to be there, too. Aren’t you sick of your neighbors complaining about having the fucking chopper pick you up?”

“I need my own space, Steve!” You were just on the verge of screaming. “I can’t be around you assholes all the time or I’d go fucking crazy!”

“Well, that’s just fine, because you’re driving me crazy already!” He was shouting at you now, a flush creeping up his neck as you stared each other down. “Why are you so goddamn stubborn?!”

Tony started softly banging his head against the console when the two of you began screaming at each other, trying to ignore the exhausted glares he was getting from Nat and Clint.

“Either soundproof the holds, or get the two of them to move in together, Tony.” Nat grumbled under her breath. “If I hear this fight one more time, I’m going to blow my brains out.”

[sage-writing]

Hello! Hope you are well.

For the challenge, how about Ransom / minor car accident (Ransom’s fault) and you have to swap insurance information.

Accidentally in Love // Ransom Drysdale

(soft!)Ransom Drysdale x fem! reader

Summary: Ransom hit your car with his beamer. He insists on paying the damage and taking care of you.

Word count: ~1.5k

Warning: minor car accident, rest should be pure fluff

A/N: This is my contribution to @syntheticavenger "How it Started - How it's going 5k challenge" Congratulations on your new milestone😘 You are an AMAZING writer and I love your work so much❤

Ugh, I started this story on real paper because I was affected by the severe floodings in Germany. No electricity, no running water vor 5 days and I was in DIRE need of a fluffy fic [sorry, not sorry]. Now I finally managed to finish this. After my last Ransom story was rather dark, it was time to go full on soft. as always I am not an English native speaker so there will be probably some errors. Feedback is always appreciated ❤ Now enjoy!

How it started...

It was pouring with rain and the windshield wipers were struggling to provide a clear view.

The drops were hitting your car so hard that you could hardly hear the music on the radio. The long hard day at work had taken its toll on you and all you wanted to do was get back to your cozy home and enjoy some hot cocoa.

The traffic light in front of you turned red and you came to a stop.

Suddenly, a jolt went through your car. Not so strong that your seatbelt jammed, but still strong enough to scare you quite a bit. After a few seconds you realized what had happened. Someone had hit the back of your car.

Shit. This was exactly what you didn't need right now. You pulled over to the side of the road, activated your hazard lights, pulled your thin jacket tighter around you and got out.

The wind drove the rain right against your face and you struggled to keep your eyes open. Oh great. The car that had crashed into you was probably a vintage BMW. One like that wasn't exactly an run-of-the-mill model, so the damage was sure to be costly.

Besides, you knew exactly what kind of people drove cars like that. Rich assholes, guaranteed to deny that the accident was their fault.

Panic rose in you. If the other driver denied being at fault and your insurance company didn't pay, you'd be stuck with the costs, and there was no way you could afford that.

You examined the deformed metal on the rear bumper. No severe damage, the car would definitely be able to go on, but still, it would be really expensive.

At that moment your opponent entered the scene. He was quite tall, his dark hair was slicked back, he wore a cognac-colored coat and scarf with paisley pattern. He approached you with large, menacing-looking strides. This made you all the more surprised with what gentle voice he spoke to you.

"Jesus, are you okay?" he asked, putting his hands gently on your upper arms. " Are you hurt?" His blue eyes scrutinized you, checking for possible injuries. "Um, uh, no. I'm okay, I think." You stuttered.

His tense features relaxed and he exhaled in relief. "I'm so sorry, I was inattentive and didn't react fast enough." His gaze shifted to the two cars. "Shit, that's really annoying, but I'll pay for the damage, of course."

He rummaged in his coat pocket, pulled out two small cards and handed them to you. "Here's my contact details and the information of my insurance agent. Contact him and he will take care of the reparation and the bill."

You were surprised at how competently and cooperatively he resolved the situation while you barely said anything. You accepted the business cards and glanced at them. "Hugh Ransom Drysdale." you repeated.

The corners of his mouth moved up and formed a wide grin. "So you've already heard of me." "Not easy to avoid that in this town." The Thrombey/ Drysdale family had a bit of a reputation, and he was no exception. You also handed him a card with your contact information. He read your name out loud "Sweet name," he added.

"Well Mr. Drysdale, thank you for your help. I'll be in touch." The rain was still pelting down from the sky and by now you were pretty soaked. "Please call me Ransom...and sweetie, are you sure you're okay? You seem a little shaky."

You really were a little unsteady on your feet. "Yeah, I'm fine, I just want to go home. It's been a long day and I did just get kind of scared," you explained briefly.

Ransom brushed back a strand that had fallen into his face. "Do you mind if I drive you home? It's my fault that the accident happened, and I don't feel comfortable letting you drive alone right now. We can park your car here and I'll send someone to take it to the mechanic later."

Your breath caught and you had to sort out your thoughts for a moment. "That's really generous, but I really don't want to be any trouble, Mr. Drysdale."

"It's Ransom," he corrected you, "and I'm afraid I have to insist. Come on, it's cold and wet out here." You agreed, too tired and exhausted to protest further.

After locking your car, Ransom put his coat around your shoulders and opened his passenger door for you. He then jogged around the car and got behind the wheel. "Are you ready?" You nodded.

How it's going...

The intense smell of coffee woke you up. You stretched out in bed and felt for his body next to you.

He wasn't there. It wasn't his style to get up so early, especially not on the weekend.

The need to stay in bed was strong. The weather outside was horrible and you had no plans for the day anyway.

The wooden stairs in the hallway creaked and a moment later a gentle knock sounded at the door. Ransom entered the room grinning, a tray of breakfast in his hand.

He set it down on the nightstand and gave you a kiss on the temple. "Good morning, sleepyhead. How are you?" "A little cold, but otherwise I'm fine," you mumbled sleepily.

Ransom laughed softly, got you one of his sweaters, and carefully put it on you. "Better?" You nodded and pushed the way-too-long sleeves up a bit. The fabric was soft and it smelled of his outrageously expensive perfume.

Much to Ransom's chagrin, you had a weakness for "borrowing" his sweaters or shirts. Sometimes, however, he liked to see you in his clothes, especially because you seemed relatively small in them; it aroused his protective instinct.

He slipped under the covers on the other side of the bed and pulled you close to him. Your head rested against his chest and he caressed your cheek with his fingers.

Suspiciously, you glanced at the breakfast tray. It was no one's birthday, your anniversary wasn't for another few months, and there was nothing else to celebrate.

"Hugh, what have you done now?" His brow furrowed. "Since when do I need a reason to make you breakfast?" That didn't convince you. Something was up.

Despite the relaxed environment, the tenderness, and the closeness, Ransom was somehow tense. You decided to let it go for now and continued to snuggle up to him, sliding your hand under his shirt and around his waist.

Ransom handed you a cup of coffee and placed the tray next to you. It looked and smelled fantastic. Buns, scrambled eggs, yogurt, fresh strawberries, and orange juice.

"Do you need anything else?" he asked. You leaned over to him and kissed his cheek. "It's perfect, just the way it is.“

After the breakfast, you snuggled back against Ransom's muscular body while he held you tightly against him. You could feel his heartbeat. Unusually fast.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on now?" His brow furrowed and he groaned in annoyance. "All right, you little pain in the ass." He sat up and took both your hands in his.

"You know what day it is, don't you?" You didn't really know what he was getting at. "Um, it's Saturday? Is your mom expecting us? Are Biscoff cookies on sale? I don't know."

His gaze was gently on you and he couldn't suppress a smile. "Three years ago today, I hit you in the back of the car. And man, if I had known what a wonderful, lovely person had come into my life, I would have definitely made that accident on purpose. You bring out the best in me. You know my dysfunctional family and because of that I never thought I could honestly and truly love someone, but I do. I love you."

You wanted to say something back, but you were so moved by his words that you didn't even know what to say.

"I love you so so much," his grip tightened, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you and only you. And that's why I want to ask you," reaching behind him into the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a small red box covered in velvet, "if you would like to be my wife?"

The sight of the engagement ring took your breath away. The band was silver and thin, but the diamond set in it was all the larger and sparklier for it.

Your lower lip began to tremble. The proposal took you completely by surprise.

You never thought that Ransom would be ready to commit to you through marriage. Inevitably, you imagined your future together. A wedding. A house. Children. Growing old together.

Yes, that was what you wanted and no one else but Ransom should be by your side.

A squeeze of your hand brought you out of your thoughts. Ransom stared at you with an almost panicked look.

Did he really think you would say no? You jumped into his arms and clung to him. "Yes, yes, yes I do, you little moron." Tears made their way from your eyes down your cheeks and you heard Ransom's relieved exhale.

Who would have thought that a car accident could be the beginning of a love story?

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Can't Run, Can't Hide

Congrats @syntheticavenger to 5k followers! 🌸💕

Thank you for that bomb ass prompt!

Word Count: ~1,2 k

Pairing: stalker!Bucky x Reader

Content Warnings: consumption of alcohol, mentions of cigarettes, mentions of obsessive behaviour, MDI (18+!)

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A/N: So it's Sunday morning and not even 7 am. I'm a tad bit hungover so I blame all writing errors on that. Anyway, this has been so much fun that I'm sitting here, saying: Let me play again ❣

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How it started:

Saturday night. Your Saturday night. The time you had been looking forward to all week finally came around and you felt the music, laced with a heavy bass drop, rushing through your muscles as you effortlessly moved your body to the beat. Tiny droplets of sweat ran down your neck and soaked the outlines of your tank top but that didn't matter much to you. You came to the club to dance and a little sweating wouldn't stop you from doing so. Through closed eyes, with your hands up in the air, pumping along with a rhythm that massaged every corner of your soul, you still recognized the flashing bright

lights around you. They painted your imagination in vivid colours as you felt your hair swaying from side to side along your jawline. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as you waited for the next drop to hit you, the buildup already coming on strong. As a new wave of deep vibrations finally burst through the speakers you opened your eyes, a wide grin spreading on your face while you soaked up the scenery surrounding you. Not only you, but everyone around went wild. People jumping and dancing like it was their last night on earth, losing themselves in a thoughtless trance and just living for the beat hammering through the thick and heavy air. Yes, that was exactly the kind of night you had been longing for.

For a couple more songs you danced along until you decided that it was time for a little break and a refreshing drink. For the latter you squeezed your way towards the bar, your second favourite place in this venue aside from the dance floor. You threw a warm hearted smile towards the bar keeper. The both of you knew each other from your countless party nights prior and the man reciprocated your smile with a soft wave of his hand and a nod towards the cocktail shaker. You answered with a thumbs up as you still were occupied with gently shoving sweaty bodies out of your way, mumbling not even barely audible apologies. By the time you arrived at the counter James had already prepared your favourite drink and arranged it in an unnecessarily fancy glass topped with a peel of orange zest.

"Thanks!" You almost shouted for your voice to be heard over the music

as you were about to pull your wallet from the back pocket of your

jeans.

James in front of you just shrugged his shoulders at that and signed you to put it rightback to where it came from. Instead of accepting any cash from you he drew a pack of smokes from underneath the counter and gestured towards the back door. You smiled again, because some time ago this established to be your thing: Sneaking out the back door to accompany James on his break. Although smoking wasn't necessarily your thing you enjoyed the chill night air, taking a few good breaths before you went right back onto the dancefloor.

After you grabbed your drink you followed him behind the counter, through a backdoor that was originally only meant for staff and out behind the club that was buzzing as ever. Before James had lit his cigarette and exhaled the first cloud of smoke into the night air you pointed at your drink and spilled: "C'mon...you can't just give me another one for free." James right next to you chuckled a little, his sapphire blue eyes beaming at you.

"You're here quite frequently. Just see it as a discount for

regulars." He winked an eye at you, the flame from his lighter illuminating his face in a warm orange for a split second.

"Stop spoiling me like this!", you giggled, taking a sip from the beverage "You'll never get rid of me pampering me so much."

"Who said that I'd want to?" He mumbled in return, pulling the cigarette from his mouth as a barely even there hint of red flushed his cheeks.You found yourself a little taken aback by that, but to play over it, you took another sip from the cocktail glass.

"Well...", you stated jokingly "Since I didn't even pay half of my drinks tonight you should start thinking 'bout your salary, huh?"

James only let out a soft, half-hearted chuckle at that before silence engulfed the two of you. It wasn't an outright awkward silence, but not really comfortable either. Although this wasn't your first drink tonight you could sense that something was lingering in the atmosphere, something creeping at the tip of his tongue, made visible by the way he bit his lower lip and stared off into the night.

"You good?" You muttered in between another sip, gently nudging his side with your elbow.

"Sure... I just...", James hesitated and sighed, taking a drag from his cigarette "Uhm... I don't wanna come off strange and all but...uh...maybe I'd like to see you outside the club sometimes. Maybe a cinema or a restaurant..."

For a moment you just blatantly stared at him, yet again not really knowing what to say. You did not want to hurt him, nonetheless, you had your stand on dating or matters the like. For a good moment you pondered, choosing your words wisely.

"I really appreciate it, James.", You started "But for now I'm not really looking to date...sorry."

Your words hung heavy in the air and you felt bad for them as soon as they had dropped from your mouth. You liked James. He was good company and for sure a good looking man, but since your last, rather recent breakup, dating actually wasn't something on your priority list.

"That's... it's okay." He reciprocated, throwing the cigarette bud onto the pavement.

"Really?" You poked, looking for upright reassurance.

"Yeah.", he turned to you, throwing you a gentle smile "That's totally fine."

How it’s going:

You crouched down behind your living room blinds, sinking down to the floor, burying your face into the palm of your hands. His voice reverberated in your head: “That’s totally fine.”

Yeah, nothing had been fine since that evening….

At first you didn’t take much notice of it, you thought that your imagination was playing tricks on you. Spotting James in big crowds smiling at you, running into him while grocery shopping, meeting him at your favourite coffee shop. Funny little icedents, huh? No.

It didn’t stop there.

You did not know how, but somehow he got a hold on your phone number. At first everything was cool. He asked you how you are doing, sounding upright. Some evenings you were a little too talkative after one or two glasses of wine, just being happy that someone listened. Your last breakup had been a sloppy mess and you literally plastered James with that, thinking that he’d be there for you. Well, he was...for a limited amount of time. Up to the moment where he sent you rather strange messages along the lines of “He’s been a dick..I could do way better than that!”. At first you thought of it being encouraging, telling you that you certainly deserved better, but not long after things turned south. Love letters in your mailbox, flower bouquets delivered to your doorstep and your amazon wishlist arriving at your flat. It took you some time to figure out who’s behind that, but at the time it finally dawned on you it was too late.

“I’ll get you and you can’t do anything about that!”

The latest notification on your phone read before you tossed it as far away from you as you could.