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I Really Love Being Your Friend Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size Reader, Foggy Nelson x Reader

Features: Mutual pining, idiots in love, angst, body insecurity, misunderstandings. 

Summary: When Bucky finally makes his move, you can’t believe that someone like him would ever really want you. A misunderstanding creates a rift in your friendship and, when a new suitor show up, will Bucky be willing to compete for your affections?

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Part 4

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Part 7

Part 8

Epilogue

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Lost in the Dark (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Dark content! Somnophilia, Non/DubCon, and other dark elements. This fic contains dark themes and may include potentially triggering topics. You are solely responsible for your media consumption.

Summary: Bucky comes home after a mission and can’t wait to be with you.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader @whisperlullaby

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression. You had been through each of these stages of grief multiple times in varying orders. Facing away from Bucky on the edge of the bed, you went over the last few months in your head. Nothing you did fazed him. He remained steadfast, calm, and loving. There was only one stage left, acceptance. Your last resort was to accept your fate and try to gain his trust. Maybe you could escape before Stockholm Syndrome took hold. If you could convince him to trust you maybe there would come a moment when you could slip away.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, you turn over in the bed and cuddle up to his side. His arm instantly went around you. Laying your head on his shoulder, your hand resting on his chest, you forced yourself to relax.

"Are you cold?" Bucky whispers. You can feel the tension in him at your unexpected touch.

"No, I'm just..." you were about to say you just wanted to be near him but it was a lie and he'd know. So, you told him the truth, at least in part, "I'm trying, Bucky. This is hard. It's not what I thought my life would be."

"I know, doll. I just can't lose you. I need to know you're here and safe," Bucky says as he kisses the top of your head.

"I understand," you whisper. You didn't, you didn't at all. You had been his from the first time he'd asked you out. You were head over heels for him, then. That life, that world seemed like a distant dream. The longer you were with him, the more you felt disconnected. You supposed that's what wore people in your situation down, what made them succumb to acceptance of this reality. Tears leaked from your eyes despite fighting to hold them in. You just wanted to go home.

"It's okay, doll. Don't cry. I'm gonna keep you safe," Bucky says as he gently wipes away a tear.

"Was I not safe before?" Your voice is strained.

"No one around me is safe. I'm sorry I put you in danger but I love you. I had to be with you and so now I have to protect you. I'm sorry I was so selfish. I need you. I love you so much, doll. I'll make you happy, I will. You just have to trust me. Can you try? Just try for me, doll?" Bucky says earnestly.

You pause for a moment, thinking through your next move, "I'll try if you'll make me one promise. I need you to promise not to drug me again. I don't like it. It scares me."

Bucky thinks for a moment before tipping your chin up to look him in the eyes, "I promise.”

“Really?” You look into his eyes searchingly.

“I promise, doll,” he whispers earnestly.

As you look at him, you remember the man you had fallen for before all of this. His beautiful blue eyes seem to beg for you to believe him. Slowly, you inch your face closer to his. He holds his breath as he studies you, hope blooming in his chest. He fought the urge to pull you to him, letting you take the lead was important in this moment. Not daring to move a muscle, he watches enraptured as you bring you close the distance. Your eyes glance down at his mouth and then your lips press to his. You give him one small kiss before pulling back to look in his eyes again.

Bucky stares back at you, lips slightly parted, eyes full of awe, hoping, praying you’d kiss him again. It had been so long since you had kissed him back, since you’d even looked him in the eyes. He was desperate for your touch.

You were just desperate. So you kissed him again, this time twining your tongue with his. He still gave you the lead, his participation passive, and so you rolled on top of him. Bucky’s hands flexed, wanting to reach out for you, but he gripped the sheets under him to stop himself. His heart was beating hard and he felt light-headed. His cock was incredibly hard just from being gifted your touch. He wanted to roll you under him and bury it in your sweet heat but he stayed still, allowing you to be in control.

When he felt your feather-light touch on his cock, he shuddered. He couldn’t believe this was real. Had you finally come back to him? Did you finally understand that he was just trying to keep you safe? His mind didn’t have long to consider these questions as you straddled him. Positioning his cock at your entrance, you slowly sink down on him. It was the first time in months that you had felt some modicum of enjoyment during sex, that you were choosing it of your own free will. You feel him trembling beneath you and you break your kiss to ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, please don’t stop.” His voice sounds almost panicked.

“Don’t stop this?” You tease, sitting up and flexing your hips.

“Don’t, don’t stop,” he whimpers with his head thrown back.

Bucky is in absolute ecstasy. His cock twitches inside of you with each movement you make. His metal arm whirs as he clenches and unclenches his fists, nearly ripping the sheets. You realize what he’s doing. He’s giving you the power in this. It tugs at your heart a little. He really does care for you. Haltingly, you whisper, “B-Bucky, you can touch me.”

You expected him to grab you, to take over and do with you as he pleased as he had always done. Instead, he looks up at you with love and a hint of apprehension. Slowly, he sits up, staring into your eyes and gently puts his arms around your waist. He presses your bodies together softly and buries his face in your neck. You wrap your arms around him in response and make slow circles with your hips. You stay like that for a long time, just holding each other and enjoying the gentle movement of your bodies. You begin to tremble and clench around his cock as you come, milking him of his orgasm. Still, you stayed wrapped in each other.

“I thought I’d never feel you like this again, doll,” Bucky whispers against your skin. “I love you so much. I’ll never let you go, I promise. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you murmur in his ear. You stare at the chain that still connects you to the bed. The next step was convincing him to let you off your leash. To do that, you’d tell him anything, even that you love him.

Part 4?

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Sunday Nights in Heaven

Pairing: Stucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff, angst with a happy ending, implied smut

A/N: This is a long overdue story requested by @caffeinefueledfangirl . I'm so sorry it took me so long and I hope you enjoy it! Thank you to my lovely beta reader @mjolnir-steve .

They were your neighbors. The two gorgeous super soldiers lived next door to you in your apartment in Brooklyn and you ran into them fairly often. They were an extremely kind and cute couple and you enjoyed each exchange you had with them. You were happy to have such considerate neighbors. 

It was one Friday evening as you walked up the stairs to your apartment that your bag full of groceries broke and went everywhere. It was the last straw of the day and you just sat down on the stairs crying. Nothing had gone right that day, or that week for that matter, and that bag breaking was just the end of the line for you. You cried until you heard the softly spoken words, “Doll, are you okay?”

You looked up to see Bucky and Steve staring at you with concern written all over their faces. You stuttered, “Oh, I'm, I'm fine. I just... the bag broke and it's been a wretched week, so I just decided it was the perfect time to sit on the steps and have a pity party.” You gave them a half-hearted smile and began gathering up your groceries.

“Let us do that,” Steve grabbed a jar of spaghetti sauce that had rolled to the landing.

“Really, it's okay. You don't have to do that,” you protested.

“Of course, we do. That's what neighbors do. We help each other out,” Steve insisted.

“Really? First neighbors I've ever had that help me and don't hide every time I walk past them,” you laughed.

They helped you gather everything. In fact, they didn't allow you to carry anything except your purse. Arms full of groceries,  they followed you into your apartment. Carefully setting everything down on your kitchen table, they asked if they could help you put things away. You smiled and told them not to worry about it

“I'd love to thank you both. Would you like to come over for dinner Sunday night?” you asked.

“Sure. Our show comes on at 8:00, though,” Bucky said after a quick glance at Steve. 

“Wait, what show?”

When Steve blushingly said the name of your favorite Sunday night guilty pleasure you squealed, “I love that show! No one else I know watches it. Would you want to have dinner and we could watch it together?” you asked hopefully. 

The two glanced at each other and then Bucky turned with a smile, “We'd love that, doll.”

That’s how you ended up with a Sunday night tradition of dinner and your favorite show with your two neighbors. Your neighborly acquaintance with the two quickly grew into a friendship and, eventually, you considered them to be your best friends. They were the most wonderful men you had ever met. They were always there for you - boosting your confidence, helping you when you were sad, and making you laugh more than you ever thought possible.

Then one day, your relationship changed again. Steve had gotten up to go to the bathroom and you had slid closer to Bucky to show him something on your phone. As you were talking, you looked up at Bucky and suddenly he kissed you.

Shocked, you pushed away from him, “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry. I should have asked,” Bucky said. 

“What’s the matter?” Steve asked as he walked back in. 

“Nothing! Bucky just, um, we, uh-”

“Lemme guess. He did something like this,” Steve says as he leaned over you and brought his lips within millimeters of yours. He paused, giving you a moment to pull away. When you didn’t, his lips connected with yours and Bucky’s were on your neck. He kissed you dizzy and pulled away long enough to whisper against your lips, “Do you want us to stop?”

You took a shuddering breath as you looked into his eyes before whispering, “No.”

Against your better judgment, you ended up in bed with the two. Laying in between them, gloriously naked as they took turns fucking you, encouraging each other on, until the three of you were thoroughly sated. As soon as you caught your breath, you got dressed and quickly returned to your apartment. 

You were terrified you had just ruined your relationship with your two best friends and possibly hurt their relationship. Guilt and regret gnawed at you. 

You went through your week scared of running into the two, going as far as to hide from them one day as they came up the stairs. When Sunday rolled around, you were surprised when they showed up at your door with a pizza and beer. They acted as if nothing happened and you soon relaxed, guessing that they had just shrugged the episode off as a one time thing. 

When your show ended, you switched off the tv and chatted with them for a while. They left a little later and you sighed in relief that your friendship hadn’t been ruined. As you threw away the last remnants of dinner, your anxiety got the better of you. You needed reassurance. You needed them to say they didn’t think less of you. You needed to know that you hadn’t killed the greatest friendship you’d ever had. 

The knock on their door is answered within seconds, and Bucky grinned at you as he pulled you inside, “Oh, thank God.” His lips were on yours instantly. You felt Steve’s hands on you from behind and all of your questions and resolve melted away. Again, you ended up in bed with the two, having the best sex of your life and returning to your apartment immediately afterward. 

This was how it went on for months. Every Sunday and occasionally in between, the three of you tangled together in the sheets with you leaving as soon as it was done. You enjoyed every second you were with them. They were more than generous, adventurous, gentle, and made every moment in bed absolute bliss. 

When you weren’t together, you were in absolute hell. Were you just easy entertainment for them? When would they grow bored with you? What would you do? Your social life revolved around them. You hadn’t dated anyone since this began. You were setting yourself up for heartbreak, but the thought of giving them up was paralyzing. You had let yourself fall for them and you felt so stupid. You were angry with yourself and, in some ways, angry at them for putting you in this position. What the hell were you going to do?

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“We have to, Bucky,” Steve said, running his hand through his hair. You’d be arriving any minute for Sunday dinner and Steve had browbeat Bucky into the decision. 

Bucky groaned, “I know but-” 

“No buts! This is the end. We can’t keep doing this.”

“Wh-” Bucky was interrupted by your knock on the door and all his arguments faded away as you walked in smiling with a cake you had made for them. The evening went the same as all of the others - dinner, dessert, your show, and then the bedroom. The explosive chemistry shared by the three of you bordered on desperation that night. 

You were nearly in tears as you sat up and began to move to the edge of the bed. You gasped as an arm encircled your waist, pulling you back. 

“No,” Steve said, matter-of-factly.

“Wh-what?” you asked, trembling. 

“We don’t want you to leave,” Steve said. 

“You, um, you want more?” Confusion marred your expression. 

“Yes, doll. We do,” Bucky smiled at you. 

“Why do you always leave right afterwards?” Steve asked. 

You looked at him for a moment before explaining, “I just assumed we were done and I should go. Be kind of awkward for me to stay, wouldn’t it?”

“No,” Bucky said. 

“Y- you want me to stay the night?” 

“No, pretty girl,” Steve said. 

“We want you to stay forever,” Bucky said, looking at you sweetly. 

“What?” 

“We want you to be with us.” Steve ran his hand through his hair in frustration, “We’re saying this all wrong.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand,” you bit your lip as you looked between the two. 

“We’re in love with you, doll, and we want the three of us to be together. We can’t keep having only part of you. Sunday nights are the best part of our week because we get to be with you. I love you, and I want to be with you and Steve.”

You stared open-mouthed at Bucky until you felt Steve gently turn your head to look at him, “I love you, too, and I want to be with you and Bucky.” 

You stared in disbelief at the two, your heart racing, and your mouth agape, “You love me?”

“We do, doll. Do you think you could-”

“I love you, too,” you interrupted. “I fell in love with you both but I didn’t think-”

“We should have told you sooner. I’m sorry, pretty girl, we should have told you sooner. We didn’t want to scare you off,” Steve said. 

“So, you’ll stay?” Bucky smiled. 

“Yeah, yes, I’ll stay,” you agreed, kissing them both in turn. 

“You’ll be our girlfriend?” Steve asked. 

“On one condition,” you smirked. 

“Anything,” they said, nearly in unison. 

“Tell me again,” you grinned.

“We love you.”

“Love you so much.”

“Now, show me,” you whispered as they enveloped you. 

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Lost in the Dark (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Dark content! Somnophilia, Non/DubCon, and other dark elements. This fic contains dark themes and may include potentially triggering topics. You are solely responsible for your media consumption.

Summary: Bucky comes home after a mission and can’t wait to be with you.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader @whisperlullaby

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression. You had been through each of these stages of grief multiple times in varying orders. Facing away from Bucky on the edge of the bed, you went over the last few months in your head. Nothing you did fazed him. He remained steadfast, calm, and loving. There was only one stage left, acceptance. Your last resort was to accept your fate and try to gain his trust. Maybe you could escape before Stockholm Syndrome took hold. If you could convince him to trust you maybe there would come a moment when you could slip away.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, you turn over in the bed and cuddle up to his side. His arm instantly went around you. Laying your head on his shoulder, your hand resting on his chest, you forced yourself to relax.

"Are you cold?" Bucky whispers. You can feel the tension in him at your unexpected touch.

"No, I'm just..." you were about to say you just wanted to be near him but it was a lie and he'd know. So, you told him the truth, at least in part, "I'm trying, Bucky. This is hard. It's not what I thought my life would be."

"I know, doll. I just can't lose you. I need to know you're here and safe," Bucky says as he kisses the top of your head.

"I understand," you whisper. You didn't, you didn't at all. You had been his from the first time he'd asked you out. You were head over heels for him, then. That life, that world seemed like a distant dream. The longer you were with him, the more you felt disconnected. You supposed that's what wore people in your situation down, what made them succumb to acceptance of this reality. Tears leaked from your eyes despite fighting to hold them in. You just wanted to go home.

"It's okay, doll. Don't cry. I'm gonna keep you safe," Bucky says as he gently wipes away a tear.

"Was I not safe before?" Your voice is strained.

"No one around me is safe. I'm sorry I put you in danger but I love you. I had to be with you and so now I have to protect you. I'm sorry I was so selfish. I need you. I love you so much, doll. I'll make you happy, I will. You just have to trust me. Can you try? Just try for me, doll?" Bucky says earnestly.

You pause for a moment, thinking through your next move, "I'll try if you'll make me one promise. I need you to promise not to drug me again. I don't like it. It scares me."

Bucky thinks for a moment before tipping your chin up to look him in the eyes, "I promise.”

“Really?” You look into his eyes searchingly.

“I promise, doll,” he whispers earnestly.

As you look at him, you remember the man you had fallen for before all of this. His beautiful blue eyes seem to beg for you to believe him. Slowly, you inch your face closer to his. He holds his breath as he studies you, hope blooming in his chest. He fought the urge to pull you to him, letting you take the lead was important in this moment. Not daring to move a muscle, he watches enraptured as you bring you close the distance. Your eyes glance down at his mouth and then your lips press to his. You give him one small kiss before pulling back to look in his eyes again.

Bucky stares back at you, lips slightly parted, eyes full of awe, hoping, praying you’d kiss him again. It had been so long since you had kissed him back, since you’d even looked him in the eyes. He was desperate for your touch.

You were just desperate. So you kissed him again, this time twining your tongue with his. He still gave you the lead, his participation passive, and so you rolled on top of him. Bucky’s hands flexed, wanting to reach out for you, but he gripped the sheets under him to stop himself. His heart was beating hard and he felt light-headed. His cock was incredibly hard just from being gifted your touch. He wanted to roll you under him and bury it in your sweet heat but he stayed still, allowing you to be in control.

When he felt your feather-light touch on his cock, he shuddered. He couldn’t believe this was real. Had you finally come back to him? Did you finally understand that he was just trying to keep you safe? His mind didn’t have long to consider these questions as you straddled him. Positioning his cock at your entrance, you slowly sink down on him. It was the first time in months that you had felt some modicum of enjoyment during sex, that you were choosing it of your own free will. You feel him trembling beneath you and you break your kiss to ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, please don’t stop.” His voice sounds almost panicked.

“Don’t stop this?” You tease, sitting up and flexing your hips.

“Don’t, don’t stop,” he whimpers with his head thrown back.

Bucky is in absolute ecstasy. His cock twitches inside of you with each movement you make. His metal arm whirs as he clenches and unclenches his fists, nearly ripping the sheets. You realize what he’s doing. He’s giving you the power in this. It tugs at your heart a little. He really does care for you. Haltingly, you whisper, “B-Bucky, you can touch me.”

You expected him to grab you, to take over and do with you as he pleased as he had always done. Instead, he looks up at you with love and a hint of apprehension. Slowly, he sits up, staring into your eyes and gently puts his arms around your waist. He presses your bodies together softly and buries his face in your neck. You wrap your arms around him in response and make slow circles with your hips. You stay like that for a long time, just holding each other and enjoying the gentle movement of your bodies. You begin to tremble and clench around his cock as you come, milking him of his orgasm. Still, you stayed wrapped in each other.

“I thought I’d never feel you like this again, doll,” Bucky whispers against your skin. “I love you so much. I’ll never let you go, I promise. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you murmur in his ear. You stare at the chain that still connects you to the bed. The next step was convincing him to let you off your leash. To do that, you’d tell him anything, even that you love him.

Part 4?

Updates and taglist: Due to the unreliable nature of tags, I no longer keep a taglist. Updates for series will be made on Sundays Central Time Zone. Please follow my sideblog @tuiccimfanfiction  and turn on notifications for updates. All series and new stories will be reblogged to it. You will only receive notifications when a new part or story is out! Nothing else will be blogged to the page. I can’t thank you enough for your support!

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Solace (Alternate Ending)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1279

Warnings: Angst. Language. Fluff.

Summary: Because I want both of our boys to have a happy ending…

Solace (Angst)/ Part 2 / Part 3 

Solace Complete Series Masterlist

This picks up at the end of the original Part 3 and goes with an alternative timeline where Bucky actually opens the damn door. Hope you enjoy it!

“Seven minutes starts now. Work fast, big guy.” Clint laughs. 

“Bucky…” Is all you manage to get out before his mouth overtakes yours. His kiss is desperate, hungry. You respond with everything you feel. Winding your arms around his neck, you press into him as he holds you. Your tongues explore each others’ mouths, your lips move in sync, and your breathing becomes ragged. After what feels like both an eternity and mere seconds, the knock signaling the seven minutes is up comes. Bucky breaks the kiss as quickly as he had initiated it and walks out without a backwards glance. He goes straight to the elevator and leaves. 

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Solace (Part 14 Final)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1279

Warnings: Angst. Language. Fluff. 

Summary: A decision made. 

Solace Complete Series Masterlist

You wake the next morning in Bucky’s bed alone, a note left on Bucky’s pillow.

Hey Doll, Went for a run with Steve. XOXO Bucky.

You feel deflated and pull yourself out of bed to go back to your room and change for training. Melancholy settles heavily over you.

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Solace (Part 13)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2098

Warnings: Angst. Language.

Summary: You are Bucky’s source of comfort and he’s your source of heartbreak.

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Arriving back in New York, you pick your luggage up and head to find a taxi when you hear your name. You turn to see a grinning Bucky. 

“Welcome back, Doll.” Bucky says as he envelopes you in his arms and lifts you off the ground in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

“Thanks, Bucky.” You smile at him and peck his lips as he slides you back down to the floor. “I didn’t expect anyone to pick me up.”

“I couldn’t let my best girl come home without being here.” Bucky takes your suitcase and wraps an arm around you to guide you to his car. “How was the rest of your trip?”

“It was great. How have things been here?” You ask.

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Sunday Nights in Heaven

Pairing: Stucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff, angst with a happy ending, implied smut

A/N: This is a long overdue story requested by @caffeinefueledfangirl . I'm so sorry it took me so long and I hope you enjoy it! Thank you to my lovely beta reader @mjolnir-steve .

They were your neighbors. The two gorgeous super soldiers lived next door to you in your apartment in Brooklyn and you ran into them fairly often. They were an extremely kind and cute couple and you enjoyed each exchange you had with them. You were happy to have such considerate neighbors. 

It was one Friday evening as you walked up the stairs to your apartment that your bag full of groceries broke and went everywhere. It was the last straw of the day and you just sat down on the stairs crying. Nothing had gone right that day, or that week for that matter, and that bag breaking was just the end of the line for you. You cried until you heard the softly spoken words, “Doll, are you okay?”

You looked up to see Bucky and Steve staring at you with concern written all over their faces. You stuttered, “Oh, I'm, I'm fine. I just... the bag broke and it's been a wretched week, so I just decided it was the perfect time to sit on the steps and have a pity party.” You gave them a half-hearted smile and began gathering up your groceries.

“Let us do that,” Steve grabbed a jar of spaghetti sauce that had rolled to the landing.

“Really, it's okay. You don't have to do that,” you protested.

“Of course, we do. That's what neighbors do. We help each other out,” Steve insisted.

“Really? First neighbors I've ever had that help me and don't hide every time I walk past them,” you laughed.

They helped you gather everything. In fact, they didn't allow you to carry anything except your purse. Arms full of groceries,  they followed you into your apartment. Carefully setting everything down on your kitchen table, they asked if they could help you put things away. You smiled and told them not to worry about it

“I'd love to thank you both. Would you like to come over for dinner Sunday night?” you asked.

“Sure. Our show comes on at 8:00, though,” Bucky said after a quick glance at Steve. 

“Wait, what show?”

When Steve blushingly said the name of your favorite Sunday night guilty pleasure you squealed, “I love that show! No one else I know watches it. Would you want to have dinner and we could watch it together?” you asked hopefully. 

The two glanced at each other and then Bucky turned with a smile, “We'd love that, doll.”

That’s how you ended up with a Sunday night tradition of dinner and your favorite show with your two neighbors. Your neighborly acquaintance with the two quickly grew into a friendship and, eventually, you considered them to be your best friends. They were the most wonderful men you had ever met. They were always there for you - boosting your confidence, helping you when you were sad, and making you laugh more than you ever thought possible.

Then one day, your relationship changed again. Steve had gotten up to go to the bathroom and you had slid closer to Bucky to show him something on your phone. As you were talking, you looked up at Bucky and suddenly he kissed you.

Shocked, you pushed away from him, “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry. I should have asked,” Bucky said. 

“What’s the matter?” Steve asked as he walked back in. 

“Nothing! Bucky just, um, we, uh-”

“Lemme guess. He did something like this,” Steve says as he leaned over you and brought his lips within millimeters of yours. He paused, giving you a moment to pull away. When you didn’t, his lips connected with yours and Bucky’s were on your neck. He kissed you dizzy and pulled away long enough to whisper against your lips, “Do you want us to stop?”

You took a shuddering breath as you looked into his eyes before whispering, “No.”

Against your better judgment, you ended up in bed with the two. Laying in between them, gloriously naked as they took turns fucking you, encouraging each other on, until the three of you were thoroughly sated. As soon as you caught your breath, you got dressed and quickly returned to your apartment. 

You were terrified you had just ruined your relationship with your two best friends and possibly hurt their relationship. Guilt and regret gnawed at you. 

You went through your week scared of running into the two, going as far as to hide from them one day as they came up the stairs. When Sunday rolled around, you were surprised when they showed up at your door with a pizza and beer. They acted as if nothing happened and you soon relaxed, guessing that they had just shrugged the episode off as a one time thing. 

When your show ended, you switched off the tv and chatted with them for a while. They left a little later and you sighed in relief that your friendship hadn’t been ruined. As you threw away the last remnants of dinner, your anxiety got the better of you. You needed reassurance. You needed them to say they didn’t think less of you. You needed to know that you hadn’t killed the greatest friendship you’d ever had. 

The knock on their door is answered within seconds, and Bucky grinned at you as he pulled you inside, “Oh, thank God.” His lips were on yours instantly. You felt Steve’s hands on you from behind and all of your questions and resolve melted away. Again, you ended up in bed with the two, having the best sex of your life and returning to your apartment immediately afterward. 

This was how it went on for months. Every Sunday and occasionally in between, the three of you tangled together in the sheets with you leaving as soon as it was done. You enjoyed every second you were with them. They were more than generous, adventurous, gentle, and made every moment in bed absolute bliss. 

When you weren’t together, you were in absolute hell. Were you just easy entertainment for them? When would they grow bored with you? What would you do? Your social life revolved around them. You hadn’t dated anyone since this began. You were setting yourself up for heartbreak, but the thought of giving them up was paralyzing. You had let yourself fall for them and you felt so stupid. You were angry with yourself and, in some ways, angry at them for putting you in this position. What the hell were you going to do?

–

“We have to, Bucky,” Steve said, running his hand through his hair. You’d be arriving any minute for Sunday dinner and Steve had browbeat Bucky into the decision. 

Bucky groaned, “I know but-” 

“No buts! This is the end. We can’t keep doing this.”

“Wh-” Bucky was interrupted by your knock on the door and all his arguments faded away as you walked in smiling with a cake you had made for them. The evening went the same as all of the others - dinner, dessert, your show, and then the bedroom. The explosive chemistry shared by the three of you bordered on desperation that night. 

You were nearly in tears as you sat up and began to move to the edge of the bed. You gasped as an arm encircled your waist, pulling you back. 

“No,” Steve said, matter-of-factly.

“Wh-what?” you asked, trembling. 

“We don’t want you to leave,” Steve said. 

“You, um, you want more?” Confusion marred your expression. 

“Yes, doll. We do,” Bucky smiled at you. 

“Why do you always leave right afterwards?” Steve asked. 

You looked at him for a moment before explaining, “I just assumed we were done and I should go. Be kind of awkward for me to stay, wouldn’t it?”

“No,” Bucky said. 

“Y- you want me to stay the night?” 

“No, pretty girl,” Steve said. 

“We want you to stay forever,” Bucky said, looking at you sweetly. 

“What?” 

“We want you to be with us.” Steve ran his hand through his hair in frustration, “We’re saying this all wrong.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand,” you bit your lip as you looked between the two. 

“We’re in love with you, doll, and we want the three of us to be together. We can’t keep having only part of you. Sunday nights are the best part of our week because we get to be with you. I love you, and I want to be with you and Steve.”

You stared open-mouthed at Bucky until you felt Steve gently turn your head to look at him, “I love you, too, and I want to be with you and Bucky.” 

You stared in disbelief at the two, your heart racing, and your mouth agape, “You love me?”

“We do, doll. Do you think you could-”

“I love you, too,” you interrupted. “I fell in love with you both but I didn’t think-”

“We should have told you sooner. I’m sorry, pretty girl, we should have told you sooner. We didn’t want to scare you off,” Steve said. 

“So, you’ll stay?” Bucky smiled. 

“Yeah, yes, I’ll stay,” you agreed, kissing them both in turn. 

“You’ll be our girlfriend?” Steve asked. 

“On one condition,” you smirked. 

“Anything,” they said, nearly in unison. 

“Tell me again,” you grinned.

“We love you.”

“Love you so much.”

“Now, show me,” you whispered as they enveloped you. 

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The Geneva Convention Bed and Breakfast Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader x Frank Castle x Billy Russo

Features: Smut, NSFW 18+ Only! Multiple partners, Knife kink, rough sex, dom/sub, cumplay, aftercare, gangbang, bondage, oral sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, anal sex, vaginal sex, etc. 

Summary: When both your favorite duos show up to lay low for a night, you have to calm a tense situation. What better way to do that than on your knees?

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Part 1: A Night to Remember

Part 2: The Morning After

Part 3: An Afternoon Delight

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Yeah, many of us 30+ folks have decided not to give up on the things we love and be miserable. Instead, we are embracing the things we love and not saying, well, I have spouse/kids/job/etc so I can't have things I love anymore. Yeah, no. I'm gonna be on here having all the feels for anyone and anything I want.

Especially...

Fandom is a community. Kindness costs nothing and means everything. Stop the hate.

I realise that ageism in fandom is, in the grand scheme of things, the least concerning thing about the fandom experience but I need to say this: all you baby adults on here need to calm down and let the real grown adults have their fun too without you hopping in their ask box’s calling them names. You’re going to get old too, okay? The years pass, you will hit thirty and beyond at some point and that’s a good thing! And when you do, you’ll still want to look at pictures of your blorbos and talk to strangers about who you want them to fuck and how they should do it. Life is hard enough right now, getting old and having a job/family/kids/responsibilities won’t change your love of fiction. I just hope that when you do hit those milestones, you will be allowed to do so in peace without being shamed for it by some terrified idiot hiding behind the anon feature.

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Solace (Part 12)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2434

Warnings: Angst. Language. A little smut (NSFW 18+)

Summary: You are Bucky’s source of comfort and he’s your source of heartbreak.

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The next few days go by following a routine. You ride in the morning, preferring to take out Briseis now, spend time with Jackie and Brian, train, read, and mostly try to relax. Brian spends time with you but also gives you space. 

You are in your room reading after a hearty lunch when a knock sounds at your door. 

“Come in.”

“Forgive me for disturbing you, miss.” Mrs. Wells, the housekeeper, enters your room with a concerned expression. 

“Of course, Mrs. Wells. Is everything alright?” You ask.

“I strive to keep to myself as much as possible, but I care deeply for this family.” Mrs. Wells hedges.

“You’ve been with the family for many years. I trust your discretion and loyalty.” You reassure her.

“Thank you. Lady Jacqueline is out or I wouldn’t disturb you. Lady Marlow Crawley is here in the drawing room with Lord Falsworth. I…” Mrs. Wells wrings her hands and gives you a desperate look. Obviously, she is trying to watch out for Brian without speaking ill of the person he’s with. 

Fully understanding her predicament you respond. “You were right to come to me. Thank you.” You head directly to the drawing room being sure to stay silent as you approach. 

Marlow’s voice can be heard easily through the door, “I came here to talk. I need you to understand.”

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Lost in the Dark (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Dark content! Somnophilia, Non/DubCon, and other dark elements. This fic contains dark themes and may include potentially triggering topics. You are solely responsible for your media consumption.

Summary: Bucky comes home after a mission and can’t wait to be with you.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader @whisperlullaby

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression. You had been through each of these stages of grief multiple times in varying orders. Facing away from Bucky on the edge of the bed, you went over the last few months in your head. Nothing you did fazed him. He remained steadfast, calm, and loving. There was only one stage left, acceptance. Your last resort was to accept your fate and try to gain his trust. Maybe you could escape before Stockholm Syndrome took hold. If you could convince him to trust you maybe there would come a moment when you could slip away.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, you turn over in the bed and cuddle up to his side. His arm instantly went around you. Laying your head on his shoulder, your hand resting on his chest, you forced yourself to relax.

"Are you cold?" Bucky whispers. You can feel the tension in him at your unexpected touch.

"No, I'm just..." you were about to say you just wanted to be near him but it was a lie and he'd know. So, you told him the truth, at least in part, "I'm trying, Bucky. This is hard. It's not what I thought my life would be."

"I know, doll. I just can't lose you. I need to know you're here and safe," Bucky says as he kisses the top of your head.

"I understand," you whisper. You didn't, you didn't at all. You had been his from the first time he'd asked you out. You were head over heels for him, then. That life, that world seemed like a distant dream. The longer you were with him, the more you felt disconnected. You supposed that's what wore people in your situation down, what made them succumb to acceptance of this reality. Tears leaked from your eyes despite fighting to hold them in. You just wanted to go home.

"It's okay, doll. Don't cry. I'm gonna keep you safe," Bucky says as he gently wipes away a tear.

"Was I not safe before?" Your voice is strained.

"No one around me is safe. I'm sorry I put you in danger but I love you. I had to be with you and so now I have to protect you. I'm sorry I was so selfish. I need you. I love you so much, doll. I'll make you happy, I will. You just have to trust me. Can you try? Just try for me, doll?" Bucky says earnestly.

You pause for a moment, thinking through your next move, "I'll try if you'll make me one promise. I need you to promise not to drug me again. I don't like it. It scares me."

Bucky thinks for a moment before tipping your chin up to look him in the eyes, "I promise.”

“Really?” You look into his eyes searchingly.

“I promise, doll,” he whispers earnestly.

As you look at him, you remember the man you had fallen for before all of this. His beautiful blue eyes seem to beg for you to believe him. Slowly, you inch your face closer to his. He holds his breath as he studies you, hope blooming in his chest. He fought the urge to pull you to him, letting you take the lead was important in this moment. Not daring to move a muscle, he watches enraptured as you bring you close the distance. Your eyes glance down at his mouth and then your lips press to his. You give him one small kiss before pulling back to look in his eyes again.

Bucky stares back at you, lips slightly parted, eyes full of awe, hoping, praying you’d kiss him again. It had been so long since you had kissed him back, since you’d even looked him in the eyes. He was desperate for your touch.

You were just desperate. So you kissed him again, this time twining your tongue with his. He still gave you the lead, his participation passive, and so you rolled on top of him. Bucky’s hands flexed, wanting to reach out for you, but he gripped the sheets under him to stop himself. His heart was beating hard and he felt light-headed. His cock was incredibly hard just from being gifted your touch. He wanted to roll you under him and bury it in your sweet heat but he stayed still, allowing you to be in control.

When he felt your feather-light touch on his cock, he shuddered. He couldn’t believe this was real. Had you finally come back to him? Did you finally understand that he was just trying to keep you safe? His mind didn’t have long to consider these questions as you straddled him. Positioning his cock at your entrance, you slowly sink down on him. It was the first time in months that you had felt some modicum of enjoyment during sex, that you were choosing it of your own free will. You feel him trembling beneath you and you break your kiss to ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, please don’t stop.” His voice sounds almost panicked.

“Don’t stop this?” You tease, sitting up and flexing your hips.

“Don’t, don’t stop,” he whimpers with his head thrown back.

Bucky is in absolute ecstasy. His cock twitches inside of you with each movement you make. His metal arm whirs as he clenches and unclenches his fists, nearly ripping the sheets. You realize what he’s doing. He’s giving you the power in this. It tugs at your heart a little. He really does care for you. Haltingly, you whisper, “B-Bucky, you can touch me.”

You expected him to grab you, to take over and do with you as he pleased as he had always done. Instead, he looks up at you with love and a hint of apprehension. Slowly, he sits up, staring into your eyes and gently puts his arms around your waist. He presses your bodies together softly and buries his face in your neck. You wrap your arms around him in response and make slow circles with your hips. You stay like that for a long time, just holding each other and enjoying the gentle movement of your bodies. You begin to tremble and clench around his cock as you come, milking him of his orgasm. Still, you stayed wrapped in each other.

“I thought I’d never feel you like this again, doll,” Bucky whispers against your skin. “I love you so much. I’ll never let you go, I promise. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you murmur in his ear. You stare at the chain that still connects you to the bed. The next step was convincing him to let you off your leash. To do that, you’d tell him anything, even that you love him.

Part 4?

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Wrecked Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader

Features: A/B/O Dynamics, angst, smut, flirt, love triangle

Trigger Warnings: Darkish themes, manipulation, infertility, love triangle

Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?

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Part 1 - 2/8/24

Part 2 - 3/7/24

Part 3 - 4/4/24

Part 4 - 4/18/24

Part 5

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Solace (Part 11)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2125

Warnings: Angst. Language.

Summary: You are Bucky’s source of comfort and he’s your source of heartbreak.

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The next morning you manage to drag yourself out of bed. You are thankfully not too hungover. Some headache medicine, a glass of water, and a hot shower, once you manage to crowbar yourself out of that dress, clear the cobwebs from your head. As you complete getting ready for the day, a knock sounds on your door. 

“Come in.” You call. 

Brian enters with a smile, “Good morning, Love. I see you managed to get yourself out of that dress.”

“Almost had to cut it off of me.” You laugh. 

“How’s your head?” 

“Not bad. How are you this morning?”

“I’m good. Breakfast is ready. Your pancakes as requested. Hopefully, that will clear away any remaining hangover.” Brian holds a hand out to you. 

“Pancakes? Oh, I did ask for those after you put me to bed.” You chuckle remembering your drunken request. 

“And I made it my mission to deliver.” Brian grins at you. 

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Lost in the Dark (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Dark content! Somnophilia, Non/DubCon, and other dark elements. This fic contains dark themes and may include potentially triggering topics. You are solely responsible for your media consumption.

Summary: Bucky comes home after a mission and can’t wait to be with you.

A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader @whisperlullaby

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression. You had been through each of these stages of grief multiple times in varying orders. Facing away from Bucky on the edge of the bed, you went over the last few months in your head. Nothing you did fazed him. He remained steadfast, calm, and loving. There was only one stage left, acceptance. Your last resort was to accept your fate and try to gain his trust. Maybe you could escape before Stockholm Syndrome took hold. If you could convince him to trust you maybe there would come a moment when you could slip away.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, you turn over in the bed and cuddle up to his side. His arm instantly went around you. Laying your head on his shoulder, your hand resting on his chest, you forced yourself to relax.

"Are you cold?" Bucky whispers. You can feel the tension in him at your unexpected touch.

"No, I'm just..." you were about to say you just wanted to be near him but it was a lie and he'd know. So, you told him the truth, at least in part, "I'm trying, Bucky. This is hard. It's not what I thought my life would be."

"I know, doll. I just can't lose you. I need to know you're here and safe," Bucky says as he kisses the top of your head.

"I understand," you whisper. You didn't, you didn't at all. You had been his from the first time he'd asked you out. You were head over heels for him, then. That life, that world seemed like a distant dream. The longer you were with him, the more you felt disconnected. You supposed that's what wore people in your situation down, what made them succumb to acceptance of this reality. Tears leaked from your eyes despite fighting to hold them in. You just wanted to go home.

"It's okay, doll. Don't cry. I'm gonna keep you safe," Bucky says as he gently wipes away a tear.

"Was I not safe before?" Your voice is strained.

"No one around me is safe. I'm sorry I put you in danger but I love you. I had to be with you and so now I have to protect you. I'm sorry I was so selfish. I need you. I love you so much, doll. I'll make you happy, I will. You just have to trust me. Can you try? Just try for me, doll?" Bucky says earnestly.

You pause for a moment, thinking through your next move, "I'll try if you'll make me one promise. I need you to promise not to drug me again. I don't like it. It scares me."

Bucky thinks for a moment before tipping your chin up to look him in the eyes, "I promise.”

“Really?” You look into his eyes searchingly.

“I promise, doll,” he whispers earnestly.

As you look at him, you remember the man you had fallen for before all of this. His beautiful blue eyes seem to beg for you to believe him. Slowly, you inch your face closer to his. He holds his breath as he studies you, hope blooming in his chest. He fought the urge to pull you to him, letting you take the lead was important in this moment. Not daring to move a muscle, he watches enraptured as you bring you close the distance. Your eyes glance down at his mouth and then your lips press to his. You give him one small kiss before pulling back to look in his eyes again.

Bucky stares back at you, lips slightly parted, eyes full of awe, hoping, praying you’d kiss him again. It had been so long since you had kissed him back, since you’d even looked him in the eyes. He was desperate for your touch.

You were just desperate. So you kissed him again, this time twining your tongue with his. He still gave you the lead, his participation passive, and so you rolled on top of him. Bucky’s hands flexed, wanting to reach out for you, but he gripped the sheets under him to stop himself. His heart was beating hard and he felt light-headed. His cock was incredibly hard just from being gifted your touch. He wanted to roll you under him and bury it in your sweet heat but he stayed still, allowing you to be in control.

When he felt your feather-light touch on his cock, he shuddered. He couldn’t believe this was real. Had you finally come back to him? Did you finally understand that he was just trying to keep you safe? His mind didn’t have long to consider these questions as you straddled him. Positioning his cock at your entrance, you slowly sink down on him. It was the first time in months that you had felt some modicum of enjoyment during sex, that you were choosing it of your own free will. You feel him trembling beneath you and you break your kiss to ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, please don’t stop.” His voice sounds almost panicked.

“Don’t stop this?” You tease, sitting up and flexing your hips.

“Don’t, don’t stop,” he whimpers with his head thrown back.

Bucky is in absolute ecstasy. His cock twitches inside of you with each movement you make. His metal arm whirs as he clenches and unclenches his fists, nearly ripping the sheets. You realize what he’s doing. He’s giving you the power in this. It tugs at your heart a little. He really does care for you. Haltingly, you whisper, “B-Bucky, you can touch me.”

You expected him to grab you, to take over and do with you as he pleased as he had always done. Instead, he looks up at you with love and a hint of apprehension. Slowly, he sits up, staring into your eyes and gently puts his arms around your waist. He presses your bodies together softly and buries his face in your neck. You wrap your arms around him in response and make slow circles with your hips. You stay like that for a long time, just holding each other and enjoying the gentle movement of your bodies. You begin to tremble and clench around his cock as you come, milking him of his orgasm. Still, you stayed wrapped in each other.

“I thought I’d never feel you like this again, doll,” Bucky whispers against your skin. “I love you so much. I’ll never let you go, I promise. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you murmur in his ear. You stare at the chain that still connects you to the bed. The next step was convincing him to let you off your leash. To do that, you’d tell him anything, even that you love him.

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Solace (Part 10)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 4583 

Warnings: Angst. Drinking. Language.

Summary: You are Bucky’s source of comfort and he’s your source of heartbreak.

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In the morning everyone goes riding. You chose a couple of the gentler mares for Steve and Bucky who hadn’t ridden much in the past. They both seem to be doing fine as you follow the bridle path that loops around the property. You were on your preferred mount, a chestnut thoroughbred name Helios. The high-spirited animal was an excellent hunter and responded to the gentlest of commands. 

“How’s it feel? Little different than the motorcycle?” You ask Steve and Bucky once they’d had some time to adjust. 

“Yeah, a little.” Steve chuckles. 

“You’re both doing very well.” Jackie says. She herself wasn’t the most enthusiastic rider. She didn’t mind the gentle ride you were on now, but she hated hunting and racing. Although, she had a deep love of the horses. 

“Are you usually this tame in your rides?” Bucky asks you. 

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