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Last Updated: 07/13/25

Characters Currently Being Written For:

Bucky Barnes

Ari Levinson / Chris Evans

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Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

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Jacerys Velaryon

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fragile facade - part one

Pairing | Ex Fiancé!Baby Daddy!Bucky - Mom!Reader

Summary | You stand up for the father of your children at a party and, in doing so, you take the first step back home.

Word Count | 2504 words

Content | Angst and Fluff - Family Dynamics - Cursing - Cutie Kids - Relationship Hardships and Working Through Them - Gossiping - Rumors - Mentions of Infidelity (not Bucky or Reader)

Authors Note | this is dedicated to my bby @bckyslover you inspire so many of my stories with your writing and storytelling!

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The early afternoon sun was a relentless spotlight, shining directly on the fragile facade you and Bucky had meticulously constructed around you two.

Today, that facade was titled "Sarah’s Annual Backyard Birthday Bash," and it felt about as sturdy as a house of cards in a hurricane.

You adjusted the strap of the mickey mouse printed diaper bag slung over your shoulder, trying to look casual as Bucky wrestled Jamie, the three-year-old embodiment of pure, unadulterated energy, out of the backseat. Jamie was already shouting instructions about which color sidewalk chalk he intended to use first.

“I’ve got the heavy lifting,” Bucky murmured, his hand brushing the small of your back—a touch that was now purely logistical, no longer intimate. “Ellie’s still asleep?”

“Miraculously. Don’t wake the princess,” you replied, nodding toward the car seat where your one-year-old daughter, Eleanor, was nestled, her tiny chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Bucky flashed you a practiced, public grin—a perfect symmetry of strong jaw and crinkled blue eyes. Then expertly unbuckled the sleeping baby, lifting her gently and settling her against his chest in one practiced motion.

 He was, undeniably, good at this. He was good at all of this, which was half the problem; the logistics of your life together were seamless, but the emotional core had become fractured and complicated, heavy with unspoken expectations and missed connections.

“You look nice,” he added, the compliment slipping out effortlessly, catching you off guard.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, suddenly self-conscious of the sundress you’d debated over for twenty minutes. “Go survive the bouncy house. I’ll make the rounds and find something cold to drink.”

“Yes ma’am”

The yard was a chaos of primary colors and shrieking joy. 

You watched Bucky navigate the crowd. With Jamie clutching his hand and Eleanor resting peacefully on his shoulder—a tableau of idealized fatherhood.

 He looked less like your now distant—temporarily-separated fiancé and more like the anchor you had always needed.

As you mingled, the play felt exhausting. The well-meaning, side-glances were worse than the open questions thrown at you. 

Are you guys okay? You seem… fine. Is Bucky doing alright?

You perfected the “non-answer—answer”: "We're prioritizing the kids right now," delivered with a smile that masked the relentless ache in your chest. The truth was, you were focused on co-parenting because that was the only safe option left. Jamie and Eleanor needed stability, and their parents were determined to provide it, even if it meant Bucky spent his nights on the couch at his sister’s house in the next town over.

You found Sarah by the grill, juggling metal tongs and a plastic cup filled with rose beaming when you walked over to her. "You brave soul, bringing both of them," Sarah laughed, giving you a quick hug, nodding to your kids. "Bucky looks like he’s in his element. He really is so good with them."

"He is," you agreed, the simple statement holding more truth than Sarah could ever know. Bucky wasn’t just a decent dad; he was a partner in the most critical and beautiful part of your lives. He didn’t "babysit"—he parented, fully and completely. Even now, separated, his commitment to the kids, to you, hadn't wavered.

You stayed outside until the heat started to feel oppressive, the sun baking onto your shoulders. You needed a moment of genuine stillness, away from the watchful eyes and the happy loud noise.

“I’m going to grab a bottle of water and check on how low Eleanor’s snacks are getting,” you called out to a passing friend.

The transition from the blazing patio into the cool, shadowed interior of the house was a relief. The kitchen was mercifully empty, save for two women huddled near the pantry door, balancing plates of potato chips and onion dip.

One of them was Chloe, a new chipper woman from school drop-off, recognizable by her impossibly expensive sunglasses perched atop her head. The other was an unidentified blonde, dressed in crisp white linen. They were clearly deep in conversation, and your entrance, though quiet, made them freeze momentarily hearing the door creak and slam again.

You moved towards your diaper bag slung across the island barstool when your ears perked.

Chloe leaned closer to the blonde, her voice dropping, but not quite low enough. “Honestly, I don’t know how she does it. I mean, he’s fine to look at, sure, but I heard from Lisa…who heard from Jen…that the separation is definitely about the fact that Bucky is just… miserable.”

The blondes eyebrows rose as she leaned in adding—“Miserable? Or just checked out? I think the second baby just absolutely broke him. Some guys are fine with one, but lord… two under three? Especially when the mom is always so… frantic and desperate… I wonder if she baby trapped him?”

You stiffened, the cold air from the fridge not reaching the sudden, hot flush crawling up your neck. Frantic. Desperate. Trap. Was that what they saw? The stressed mother constantly managing a three-ring circus?

Chloe sighed dramatically. “Well, whatever it is, it's messy. People say he’s already spending more time at the gym and less time bringing Jamie to T-ball. Seems like he’s just using the separation as an excuse to bail on the hard stuff.”

The blonde nodded sagely. “Classic baby daddy flight. He’ll come back once she hires a nanny and drops all that baby weight, but for now, he’s probably reveling in the freedom. You know, guys like that, the ones who seem too perfect, they always crack the hardest. I may just have to get my own hands on him.”

The women didn't know the first damn thing about your life, about the sleepless nights you’d spent arguing over finances and future plans, about the core disagreement over where the family should settle, or the painful, mutual decision to step back and breathe. 

Your separation was about stress, growing pains, and a desperate attempt to save the marriage before the partnership was destroyed. 

It certainly wasn't because Bucky had checked out.

A raw, protective anger sparked in your chest. It wasn't the anger of a woman scorned; it was the fury of a mother and partner defending her family. These women were tearing down the walls you and Bucky were working frantically to fight for and hold up.

You slammed the diaper bag down, the sound echoing unnervingly in the quiet kitchen. Chloe and the blonde officially stopped talking, eyes wide as saucers, belatedly realizing they were in fact not alone.

You took a slow, deliberate step toward them, planting your hands on your hips. The polite smile was gone, replaced by a cold, hard glare.

“Are you finished?” you deadpanned, your voice deceptively quiet.

Chloe, the quicker of the two to recover, tried to stammer out an apology. “Oh! Um, hi! We didn’t—we didn’t realize you were in here. We were just—”

“Gossiping about me?” you supplied, cutting her off. “No, I know what you were doing. And since you seem so concerned with the state of my family, allow me to clarify something for your little rumour mill to spread.”

You took another step, closer, forcing them to look past their own discomfort and into your burning eyes.

“Bucky is not ‘miserable.’ He is a man who is exhausted from working seventy plus hours a week to provide for his family, and who, also, yes, agreed with me that we needed a temporary separation to address our issues before they began to grow and poisoned our home.”

Your voice rose, firm and uncompromising. The pain of the separation fueled the conviction in your defense.

"And as for him bailing on the 'hard stuff'?” You paused, letting your gaze sweep over Chloe, who was now clutching her plate of dip like a shield. “While I was inside putting out the dumpster fire that is your poorly judged conversation, Bucky is outside wrangling a hyperactive three-year-old and holding a sleeping baby through the entire bouncy house maze, ensuring both of them were happy, safe, and hydrated.”

You leaned in with finality.

“That is the father of my children and a pretty damn good one, considering your husband just slept with nanny…what was it?…number three.”

The silence that followed your hiss was thick and suffocating. Chloe’s face went pale white. The blonde gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. The reference was clearly specific enough to land squarely on the intended target.

You didn't wait for the inevitable, pathetic justification or the backpedaling apology. 

Your intention was complete: the line had been drawn. 

This was your man, the father of your children, and no amount of temporary pain or miscommunication between the two of you would ever allow someone else to disparage his character without consequence.

Spinning around, you left the quiet, shamed kitchen and burst back into the bright, noisy backyard feeling shaky but strangely light. 

Your heart pounded, fueled by adrenaline and the residual heat of the sun.

You scanned the green lawn, looking for Bucky’s familiar broad shoulders or mop of hair. Before you could spot him, a small, delightful squeal broke through the commotion.

“Mama! Up!”

Little Eleanor, surprisingly awake and mobile, had spotted you. She pushed off Bucky's leg and toddled toward you on unsteady, adorable cherub legs, her face alight with recognition. She reached you and grabbed onto your knees, pulling herself up.

You scooped her up immediately, burying your face in the soft crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of grass and baby powder. The anger immediately dissipated, replaced by the warm, palpable love only your children could evoke.

"Hey, sweet girl," you whispered, holding her tight.

Bucky arrived in your gaze moments later, looking concerned. He had Jamie balanced on his hip, who was now clutching a slightly deflated blue balloon.

"Is everything okay?" Bucky asked, his brow furrowed. He hadn't seen the confrontation, but he had certainly seen the change in your demeanor—the sudden, sharp energy that radiated from you. "I saw you coming out of the house like you were fleeing a fire."

"Someone’s, maybe, not mine.” you managed, forcing a small smile.

He stepped closer, concern overriding his usual public reserve. He didn't ask what happened; he simply registered that something had happened and that you were upset. He reached out, not to touch you, but to gently brush Eleanor’s hair off her forehead.

"Are you tired? Is the heat too much?" he asked softly,  voice low enough that only you could hear it over the bass of the party.

Looking at him—the leaves clinging to his dark hair, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin, the careful, loving way he held Jamie—you were hit by a wave of unexpected tenderness. 

You were separated, yes, no secret, but this safe man, this devoted father, was still your haven. You had just defended him because, deep down, he was still and always will be yours.

You reached out to him, fingers finding the familiar warmth of his large rough hands, intertwining with his strong, calloused ones. It was the first unscripted, non-logistical physical connection you had shared in weeks.

You leaned close to him, whispering the question that felt less like a request and more like a desperate need for his peace. “James...Can we go home?”

The question hovered in the air—not just to his sister’s apartment, or to your house, but home, the place where you were a unit, a family, safe from judgment and prying eyes.

He didn't hesitate. Not for a second. The look in his eyes clarified everything: the gossip, the rocky separation, the pain—none of it was more important than the four of you in this moment.

“Of course,” he said immediately, squeezing your hand, his gaze intensely focused on yours. “We’ll pack up. It’s been a long day, huh buddy?” he directed toward Jamie, who was perfectly happy to be going anywhere, as long as the blue balloon came too.

“Say goodbye to Sarah, okay? I’ll grab the bag and kids,” Bucky smiled, already pivoting into action. He gently shifted Jamie onto his shoulder, scooping your girl up with minimal fuss. He was a master of efficiency when the kids were involved. “Alright sweethearts let’s go.” 

As you walked past the patio, you saw Chloe and the blonde staring at you from the corner of the yard. They didn't try to look away this time; they just watched. You met their gaze briefly, offering a final, smile—the kind that showed you were completely secure in the loyalty of the man walking beside you.

Bucky quickly gathered the remaining gear, strapping Eleanor into her car seat and securing Jamie, who was already drifting into a post-party sugar-crash sleep.

The drive was quiet, the only sounds audible the soft hum of the air conditioning and the rhythmic breathing of your sleeping babies. You sat in the passenger seat, your muscles finally relaxing. You glanced over at Bucky. His profile was sharp against the cotton Candy setting sun. He was concentrated on the road, but his exhaustion was visible along the lines of his pursed mouth.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

He spared you a brief glance then right back to the street. “For what? For leaving a hectic party? I was ready to go an hour ago. The bouncy castle nearly killed my lower back.” He laughed.

“Nooo,” you insisted, drawing the word out. “For not asking. For just saying yes.”

He reached across the console, and this time, he took your hand fully, resting it on the gear shift where both of your hands could remain tethered. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, a warm, reassuring movement.

“You,” he stated simply, voice rough with sincerity, “and the kids. That’s always the priority. Whatever else is going on, whatever we’re fighting about, or disagreeing on or even in the middle of a hot makeout…”

That made you laugh.

“..that fact never changes, okay?”

You squeezed his hand. The fight for your future was still ahead of you—all the hard, agonizing conversations needed to bridge the gap between where you were and where you needed to be. But for this moment, driving toward the house that was still ‘home’ for all of you, surrounded by the physical proof of your partnership, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace.

He pulled into the driveway but didn't immediately turn off the ignition. He looked at you instead, in the dim light, taking a deep breath. “You want me to take the kids inside, or…?”

“Let’s do it together,” you decided, nodding. “Jamie first. Then Eleanor.”

You unbuckled your seatbelt, spinning around looking at your kids. Drooling, heads lolled to the side. But before Bucky could slip out to get them you caught his wrist. 

“Babe?” 

He looked down at your hold on him then your eyes, searching. “Hmm?”

“Can…can we talk tonight…after they go down for the night?”

He blinked then slipped his hand from your grasp. “I—, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” 

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Off the Record

Ice Hockey!Bucky x Reporter!Reader

Summary: Captain Barnes hates talking to the media, unless he is talking to you.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.9k

“Huge win tonight for the Commandos, Bucky,” you say with a smile, looking at him. He bends down to hear you over the roar of the crowd. “Would you like to comment on how important this win was, not just for your standings, but the morale of the team?”

James Buchanan Barnes was the captain of the pro-hockey team, the Commandos. After an incredibly rough stretch of play, the Commandos had just secured a big win against an in-conference opponent. 

Captain Barnes, who hated talking to the media. Oftentimes, paying the fine for not showing up for press events. Reporters begged for time with him after games, and struggled to pull anything out of him if they did get an interview. But for a reason no one could explain, he always gave you the time of day. 

When his teammates asked him about it, he responded with nothing more than a grunt. Professional peers you made in the industry always questioned you about it, some even trying to start rumors that you slept with him to get interviews. Despite his perfectly chiseled jaw, vibrant blue eyes, that was a professional line you didn’t plan on crossing. 

“Like you said, as important as this was for our placement, it was big for the guys, too. This win was a big step in the confidence department, after not playing our best the past couple weeks. Excited to keep this momentum going for the remainder of the season,” he finishes. You had learned his tone by now to understand when he was done talking. 

“Awesome to hear. Thank you again, Bucky, as always, I appreciate your time,” you state, and he nods courtly at you. 

“Of course. Go Commandos,” he replies, before disappearing down the tunnel towards the locker room. You look back at the camera, a bright smile on your face, and your well-practiced reporter voice, 

“You heard it here, folks. The Commandos will look to extend their winning streak tomorrow night at home, in the second game of this three-game set. Good night, America,” you state matter-of-factly, smiling until the crew indicates you are off air. 

You take a sigh of relief and thank the crew for all their hard work as always. You get help taking your mic off and giving your set back to the sound crew. Wanda, your assistant, comes over with a bottle of water. You thank her before taking a big sip. 

“They are having a post-game party tonight. Of course, I managed to get us on the guest list because I am the best. So, we need to get you home, dressed, and to that party. Maybe we get a scoop while we are there,” she says, walking ahead of you. Her unspoken way of getting you to follow her. 

“Wanda, I’m exhausted, I don’t wanna go to a party,” you say as she leads you out of the building. 

“Well then, don’t think of it as a party. Think of it as a professional mixer. It won’t just be Commandos there, reporters, other athletes. You need to show face. And maybe even get an exclusive interview with Barnes. Everyone knows he has a soft spot for you,” she teases, wiggling her eyebrows at you. 

“Oh shut up,” you say, rolling your eyes and taking another swig of your water. “I will go, but like you said, it will be good for me to show face. Now, let’s play the quiet game until we get to the car.”

~

The party was no different than any other mixer of its caliber. Nice venue, flowing drinks, athletes, reporters, girls. 

When you told Wanda you were exhausted, you weren’t lying. You loved the work you did and the places it brought you. But having to plaster on a fake smile and the stupid reporter voice all night was draining you of energy you didn’t have. 

“Hey, Wanda, I need some air. Be back,” you whisper in her ear. She nods at you and resumes her conversation. You grab a flute of champagne before walking away. 

Your heels click along the marble floors as you explore deeper into the venue. Tall hallways with Renaissance-esque paintings and elaborate designs on the walls. The further you get, you come across a glass door overlooking a dimly lit balcony. The perfect place to relax and reset. You smile to yourself at your discovery, and look over your shoulder to make sure the hallway was empty. You grab and turn the handle, slipping yourself through the opening. You click it shut behind you and close your eyes as you breathe in the fresh air. 

“Nice, isn’t it?” a smooth voice asks you. You jump and look around quickly to find the source of the voice. You turn your head to side and see Bucky sitting in a chair, a short glasses filled with amber liquid. Bucky laugh softly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was out here. I’ll leave you alone,” you reply, forcing a smile. Your perfect escape suddenly ruined. Bucky shakes and his head before he shrugs. 

“If you want to stay, I don’t mind. I know how stuffy these things can get,” he says. You look around, weighing your options. You doubt this would be a good look for either of you if someone caught you like this. It would surely make its rounds in your world. But the thought of going back into that party made you tired all over again. You take one more look behind you into the hallway not seeing a soul. You sigh and look back at Bucky. 

“Fine. Thank you,” you say and sit in the metal chair next to Bucky. You sip on your flute and cross your legs. The silence between you isn’t awkward, but the reporter in you yearns to fill the void. “I’m shocked to find you here at all. This doesn’t seem like your kind of event, seeing as you don’t even like talking to the media,” you say, attemptingto make small talk. Bucky takes a sip out of his glass and looks over at the beautiful view in front of you. 

An elaborate garden rested below the building. Soft, golden, hanging light illuminated the garden in various patches. Amongst the greenery you noticed a cutout for a small pond with a bench, and a gazebo located at the other end. The glow from the garden left a dull shine against the pitch black of the night. 

“The guys wanted to celebrate. Big win, you know how it goes. I care about them, so I came out. I wasn’t there long before I found this place. Quiet, and it is a beautiful night outside,” he states all very matter-of-factly. You lean back in your chair, trying to get comfortable as you nod your head. You continue to sip on your champagne and analyze your surroundings. 

“It is nice to hear you talk without that reporter voice,” he says making you a smile, a teasing lit to his voice. 

“Yeah well I don’t have the energy for that right now. You aren’t the only one who gets sick of socializing you know,” you reply and turn your head to look at him. You gonna put that in your next story?” he asks a teasing lit to his voice. You roll your eyes with a smile and finally look at him. “What is your deal with the press anyway? I know plenty of celebrities hate talking to the media, especially athletes, but I’ve never seen someone as bad as yout. What is it? Terrible ex? Someone catch you doing the walk of shame?” you ask curiously. 

You watch the way Bucky’s chest rises and falls. The way his eyebrows furrow and he sips from the glass. Clearly weighing how much is willing to tell you. 

“Off the record?”

“Unless I mange to pull a pen and pad out of my ass, yes,” you replyu. And for the first time ever, you hear Bucky laugh. It is a beautiful sound, so beautiful in fact you can’t but smile yourself. Bucky gets himself together and looks longingly out into the distance. 

“Terrible ex isn’t far off. There was a girl I met in college, thought she was the one you know? Saw our life together and everything. Kids, marriage, the whole nine yards.

Well it was a couple of months before the draft when my rankings came out. People started speculating about when I would go, where I would end up at, and what my rookie contract would look like. She was my person, so of course I confided in her. Well she basically leaked all those conversations to the press. I’m sure you remind the headlines it made. Twisted my words, made it seem like weighing my options was trash talking other teams and players. ” When Bucky was done he closed his eyes, as if the memories were flooding his mind all over again. 

“Yeah, I remember that. I was still an intern at the time, but I remember being in a meeting when the first story broke. It was on every sports channel for weeks. A lot of people said your draft stock would tumble after that happened,” you say, recalling the time.

“Yeah, and it did. Thankfully, my agent is one of the best people I know. She nothing short of saved my career, but after that I became paranoid. Thought every reporter wanted to paint me as this terrible guy and catch their next big story. So, I avoided the press every chance I got, still do,” he finishes, turning his head to look at you. 

When the two of you make eye contact, you feel like you are truly seeing Bucky for the first time. Not a star athlete in a uniform, but a man who carried a lot of hurt on his heart. You aren’t sure exactly what causes you to reach for him, but you do. Placing your hand on top of Bucky’s. His eyes cloud with confusion before they soften. You give his hand a squeeze and smile softly. 

“I’m sorry that happened to you James. It was unfair and you didn’t deserve it. All things considered you seem like a very nice guys. But now I feel like I have to ask, why do you make time to talk to me?” you ask curiously. You remove your hand from Bucky’s and sit up a little straighter.

When your touch leaves him, Bucky feels a chill wrap around his spine. He shakes it off before shrugging casually. 

“You seem… different. Obviously, I don’t know you. But something about you seems like you are in this business for the right reasons. Passionate about sports, care about the players, reporting the real news, the real stories. You could, of course, go report this whole thing after we are done and betray my trust forever, but I feel like you won’t. I know last time I trusted someone like this, I got burned, but I guess I’m willing to take that gamble,” he answers, giving you a tight-lipped smile. Like he was trying to convince you not to prove him right. 

“Well, you’re right. I’ve always been passionate about sports and the players. I’m glad you can see that.” After you say that, you raise your glass towards Bucky. He raises an eyebrow at you suspiciously, but raises his own glass towards you. “I’m glad you are willing to gamble on me. You won’t regret. So, here is to the beginning of a new, trustworthy, relationship,” you smile. Bucky can’t help himself but smile back at you. He had no idea what he was getting himself into, but there was no going back now. 

“Cheers,”

[afictionalwhor3]

Morning After

Beefy!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Girls night took an unfortunate turn

Warnings: allusions to binge drinking

Word Count: drabble (i'm using these to hopefully get bigger inspiration + motivation to write)

“Holy shit,” you groan, sitting up slowly. You slid a hand over your face and looked around the room slowly. The overcast outside illuminates the room without being glaring. A rush of nausea and dizziness hits you at once, causing you to shut your eyes. When you open them again you see Bucky walking in the room, a smile on his face when he notices you’re awake. Dressed in only a pair of workout shorts, he switches directions and heads over to you.

“Good morning sweet girl. Was not expecting you to be up so early. How do you feel?” he asks, pulling you into him and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You rest your head on his shoulder and groan again. 

“I feel like I got hit by a bus,” you reply, groaning again. He smiles giving you another kiss and then rubbing your back. “I can’t even remember the end of last night. I honestly don’t remember the last two bars we ended up at,” you say, laughing at the lack of memory. 

What was supposed to be your typical and weekly girl’s night, somehow hit the fan before you knew it. Somewhere between the tequila shots, margaritas, and whatever Nat had you drinking out of the bottle. 

“You weren’t too bad. I got you to bed pretty easy. After I took your makeup off, I took off your dress to put your pajamas on. The whole time you thought I was about to have sex with you, and when I didn’t you started crying because you thought I didn’t love you anymore,” Bucky says laughing at the end as you hide your face in shoulder. “Oh don’t worry sweet girl it was funny,” he reassures. 

“I got breakfast going. Your water bottle is full and there’s advil next to it,” he says pointing to your nightstand. “I’ll give you time to get yourself together. Meet me in the kitchen when you are ready.”

“You are too good to me,” you say with a sigh. Bucky smiles down at you and presses a kiss to your lips.

“Too good is not good enough,” he answers, giving you one more kiss. “Now drink some water and get ready. Flush any tequila left in your system.”

[afictionalwhor3]

You Couldn't Make Me a Poor Man

Mob!Bucky x Arranged!Wife Reader

Summary: You threaten to spend all of Bucky's Money

Warnings: none

“Are you done?” Bucky asks with the most shit eating grin. 

You already yelled in his face, threw two vases at his head (that you could not begin to guess the price of), and kicked a hole in the wall. He was completely unfazed by all of it. At some point, you forgot what you were even mad about in the first place– instead determined to get a reaction from him. You huffed in frustration, looking around the office for anything of value that would make him crack. 

“If you want, the case of cigars back there has some of the rarest in the world. I care for them very deeply,” he says smoothly, that stupid grin still on his face. You glared at him from where you stood. His stupid grin, and stupid handsome face, and stupid suit that was tailored to his body perfectly. It all ignited a fire in you that desperately needed somewhere to go. You saw the sleek reflection on his desk and smirked as you walked over. You swiped the black card into your hand and held it up between your fingers.  

“I am going to take this and go out and spend it. I’m gonna spend it until I can’t anymore. You are going to be the poorest man on the East Coast when I am done,” you state firmly, thinking this would do it. Before you can finish, Bucky is laughing. Full belly laughing. His relaxed posture folds over as he attempts to catch his breath. In the time you’ve known him, you don’t think you have ever seen him laugh this hard.

When he is done, he sits up slowly, and evidence of his giggles remains in the red hue on his cheeks. 

“Baby, you couldn’t make me the poorest man in this hemisphere if you tried.”

[afictionalwhor3]

Don't Take My Girl

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky broke up. But you were still the love of his life.

Warnings: Violence. Blood, death. angst.

Word Count: 667

Divider by @cafekitsune

It wasn’t supposed to be you. He had his back turned. He never does that. He knows better than that. He didn’t hear the crunch of boots in the snow. Or the slice of a blade moving in the air. Not until it was too late. 

Bucky turned around just as the blade plunged through your stomach. You grunted at the force and your eyes shot open in pain. Just as quickly as the blade was pulled out of you, the Hydra soldier in front of you was down on the ground. Two gunshots through his forehead. None of that mattered as you fell to the ground, clutching at your abdomen. 

Bucky fell to his knees immediately next to you. He stripped himself of his tactical vest and took his top layer off to press against the wound in your stomach. It was too big and you were losing too much blood too fast. Way too fast. You stared at Bucky with wide eyes.  Hands quickly covered in your blood, Bucky looked back at you. 

“Why would you do that sweet girl? Why?” he asked desperately, quietly. 

Along the way, the team had taken care of the rest of the Hydra soldiers. The final base was secured, and when they came together for a quick celebration, they were immediately halted. They stood a few feet away giving the two of you space. None of them were strangers to battle. They knew what was happening. 

“What is wrong with you?! Get over here and help her! Stark! Do something!” Bucky shouts, looking at them over his shoulder. Steve takes a step forward, but stops when Natasha grabs his hand. She shakes her head softly and Steve can’t stop the tears that burn his eyes. 

You give Bucky’s hand a squeeze which makes him look at you. With a shakiness, you did your bed to smile at him. 

“Hey you,” you say, with a crack in your voice. “Need you to look at me Buck,” you add, and he quickly shakes his head. He goes back to applying pressure to your wound which makes you groan. 

“Uh uh. Not today y/n. You are not gonna die on me. Not like this. Gonna get you on the jet and Banner can fix this. Banner!” Bucky screams this time but tears run down his face. Using whatever you have left you lift your hand to cup Bucky’s face. The blood stains his skin, but he rubs it in your palm anyway. “You can’t leave me y/n. I need you,” he pleads, desperate.

Deep blue eyes shake with the weight of tears and guilt. The cold has tinged his cheeks a shade of pink. You smile once again, 

“Not your fault Buck. I love you. Always gonna be my Buck,” you grit out. Everything hurt. You didn’t know how you knew, but you could tell you were running out of time. Tremors begin to rack your back and you gently squeezed Bucky’s cheek. 

“No, no, no. I need you to stay y/n. Need you to stay with me, baby. Please don’t go,” Bucky pleads, but this time not at you. Whatever god could be listening, he pleaded for them. Begged them not to take the love of his life. You two were supposed to have forever together. He knows you would’ve figured things out. 

“I love you,” was the last thing you managed. Your eyes left Bucky’s to look at the sky one more time. A sky that began to release snow from the heavens. It was a beautiful scene. The way your weak breaths created small puffs of air in front of your eyes. The scarlet color of your blood that stained the pure white snow. With one last weak squeeze, you were gone. Your shaking stopped. One last puff of air. 

The scream that pierced the silence shook the bones of everyone around. The sound would haunt the team forever.

[afictionalwhor3]

Possessive

Mob!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Some guy tries to take what's his, and Ari doesn't like to share.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected p in v. Some guy being a creep towards the reader. Mentions of alcohol. Allusions to violence (not against reader)

Divider by @cafekitsune

You loved to tease Ari about his possessive tendencies when it came to you. During playful arguments, he would always rebut with the fact that he was just not good at sharing. And when you are one of the leaders of the biggest mob on the East Coast, you didn’t have to share. He hated sharing you most of all, but he loved showing you off. 

You were rarely one to go out, but Ari had convinced you to make an appearance with him tonight. It was the two-year anniversary of the boys’ first club, “Serum”, and he wanted you to be there with him. Ari aided his argument by saying he needed you there, to quote, “show everyone what a power couple you were.” Which is how you ended up in one of the most beautiful red dresses you had ever seen. The material was soft against your skin, accentuating the curves of your body perfectly. It fit too well to have come off the rack, which is how you felt about everything Ari bought you. Despite never giving him your measurements, he knew them exactly. Everything was always perfect and made you look absolutely stunning. Before you could admire yourself any longer, you heard a long and low whistle behind you. You turn around and smile as you catch Ari with a hand over his heart. 

“You are tryna kill me babygirl. I’m convinced,” he says, walking over to you and placing his hands on your hips, “or maybe you really don’t want us to go at all,” he whispers seductively. Ari leans in to try to kiss you, but you stop him with a finger to his lips. His brows furrow together as he looks at you, confused. 

“You are not messing up my lip combo, Ari Levinson. You bought me this amazing dress, I look sexy as hell, we will be going,” you state, sternly. Ari starts grumbling incoherently, and you raise an eyebrow, quickly silencing him. One of the most feared men on the eastern seaboard just shut up because you raised your eyebrow. You wouldn’t lie about the power trip this sent you on. 

“Fine. But at least one kiss,” he grumbles, obviously still mad, while also trying to give you his best puppy dog eyes. You smile, giving in quickly.

“Fine. Just one,” you giggle, pulling him in. 

A few hours later, you found yourself sitting in Ari’s lap at their VIP booth, which overlooked the whole club. It was the best seat in the house. Theo and Jesse, his partners, sat up there with the two of you, looking over one of their best ideas. You sipped casually on your drink until you felt Ari’s warm lips on your neck. “Hey, sweet girl, can you go get me another drink? And grab whatever you want for yourself,” he tells you, nipping at your ear. You giggle when he does until you notice the men walking over. That meant that they had business to do, and this was Ari’s way of getting you to disappear for a little bit. 

At your request, Ari had begun to involve you more in the business. It is what paid your bills and allowed you to live the lifestyle you did. You didn’t want to be the girlfriend who sat in the background and simply enjoyed the wealth. You had plenty of talents and strengths that you knew could be an asset to the business. After some negotiations, Ari agreed to slowly let you in on the business. Part of the deal was that you would not be involved in anything he deemed dangerous or could get you in trouble. Who knew where this fell on the spectrum, but you trusted Ari’s judgement. You nodded in understanding, starting to stand up and walk away. Ari continued to hold your hand and kiss your knuckles until he couldn’t anymore. 

Downstairs, the bar was one of the focal points of the club. Circular in shape, it was placed in the center of the room. The shape allowed the bartenders to serve people from all angles, and it was one of the boys' favorite parts of the club. They were able to serve more people and quicker than anywhere else, which means they had some of the shortest wait times in the city. That, combined with the A-list lineup of DJ’s, made Serum one of the hottest clubs in the city. There was concern at first about whether they could find bartenders willing to deal with the seemingly overwhelming task. But the boys had a well above-average base pay, and the bartenders made so much in tips in a night, they never had a shortage of people willing to work for them. 

You did your best to move your way through the crowded dance floor, trying to spot somewhere that looked less busy than the rest. Serum was packed even more than usual tonight for the anniversary celebration. There were celebrities throughout the VIP sections, and it was hard to find a piece of flooring that wasn’t being danced on. You didn’t mind the occasional sweaty body rubbing against you. You weren’t in a rush, knowing the boys would need their time to get business down. Plus, you knew the second someone locked eyes on you, they would drop everything to come serve you. Everyone on staff knew you were Ari’s girl, which meant you were akin to royalty, and the service you received was nothing less than exceptional. Whether that was out of fear of Ari or respect for you, you didn’t know. It could be both, but you never minded either way. 

When you finally got to the front of the bar, you leaned on the laminated wood surface and looked for the closest bartender. You locked eyes with Natalie almost immediately and felt the grin overtake your face. Nat was Theo’s girl. She was one of the first bartenders hired, which is how the two of them met. A year later, she and Theo were serious and living together, so she mostly only came in if they needed an extra hand. It kept her busy, and everyone loved it because she didn’t take tips. Theo took well enough care of her that she didn’t want to take from the staff. She texted you earlier about a couple of people calling out, and she was helping for a few hours. You were more than ecstatic when Theo finally introduced her as his girl. The two of you hit it off immediately, both of you finding solace in the only other woman who could understand the situations you were in. Within a few weeks, she became one of your closest friends. 

Once she was done with the customer in front of her, she rushed over to you, “Hey y/n, which boss man wants a refill?" she asked. Nat leans into you to prevent either of you from having to yell to be heard. 

“Mine. And my usual, please,” you request, with a smile, and she nods her head in understanding. She turns her back to get started on you and Ari’s typical drinks, while you stand there and wait. You strum your nails across the bar and rock side to side, a small dance for the song playing. A few moments later, you feel a hand rest on your waist. You had no reason to assume it wasn’t Ari. It didn’t occur to you in the moment that another man would even attempt to touch you in that way. With this mentality you went back to dancing, that is, until the hand squeezed your waist too hard. Ari was always intentional about the way he touched you and would never do something like that, even if it were an accident. You quickly looked over your shoulder and jumped as you found a strange man behind you. He smiles at you, but it has the opposite effect of what he intends. It sends a cold shiver down your spine as you move his hand away. He doesn’t get the hint and puts his hand right back and pulls you close so he can whisper in your ear, 

“You look too good to be here alone, gorgeous.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, you feel nauseous. The man wasn’t unattractive, but you could tell immediately that something about him was off. When Ari whispered something in your ear, it was a thrill. A secret promise that only the two of you knew about. Bubbling anticipation always found its way to your stomach as you tried to predict what would come next. This man’s breath reeked of alcohol and was eerily hot against the shell of your ear. You use all of your power to push him off you, which does wonders in his inebriated state. People grumble as he stumbles into them, returning the favor and pushing him as well.

“I’m not alone. Trust me.” You speak, courtly, glaring at him and turning around. Natalie is looking at you, confused about what just happened, but you just roll your eyes, ready to be done with it. Natalie looks like she is about to tell you something, but the words get lost on her tongue when you feel a hand wrap harshly around the back of your neck. You gasp in both shock and slight pain as you feel his lip by your ear again. 

“Hey! Get the fuck away from her!” Natalie yells, causing the people nearby to look over, trying to catch a glimpse of what is going on.  

“Bitch this doesn’t concern you,” he spits out, taking both of you by surprise. In your temporary daze he turns his attention back onto you, “Whatever sorry fucking scrub brought you here is shit out of luck tonight. You’re fucking leaving with me,” he says, smiling to himself at the thought while letting his hand find your ass. Before you can react to the gross intrusion, he is gone. You turn around, confused, and you find Ari holding him in the air by the collar. Theo and Jesse stand only a step behind him. When Theo’s eyes land on Nat, he runs over to the bar to check on her. You watched as the creep physically recoiled into himself while he hung pathetically in the air. The people closest to the altercation took a step back, having enough sense to distance themselves from whatever was going on. As if Ari were a human radiator, except instead of heat, there was anger rolling off of him in waves. 

Despite all the love and softness he showed you, you knew Ari’s reputation preceded him. Getting on the bad side of Ari Levinson was almost always a ticket to the hospital, or worse. No one had ever been stupid enough to put their hands on you, even those outside of your organization knew what you meant to Ari. Only a man with a death wish would touch you, let alone talk to you the way this man just did. You watch as Ari growls something incoherent before dropping the man. He scurries his way through the crowd, beelining for the exit. You watch the subtle nod Ari gives to Jesse before he disappears as well. Ari takes a deep breath as his ocean blue eyes immediately begin to look for you. Once he does, you can tell all the anger from moments ago has vanished. It was instead replaced by concern for you as he closed the short distance between you in one stride. Even though he needed you to go, Ari always kept tabs on his girl. As soon as he noticed the commotion below, and you in the middle of it, he was up in an instant. He didn’t care who he disrespected by cutting the meeting short or who would be mad. You were the most important thing in his life. And he would be damned if anyone hurt what was his. 

“Are you okay baby girl? He didn’t hurt you, did he? Fuck I should’ve never sent you away,” Ari says, in quick succession. He uses his large hands to cup your face and look for any signs of distress or injury. Despite how unsettled you feel, you want nothing more than to reassure Ari. So, you smile and turn your head to kiss his palm.  

“I’m okay, Ari. He just creeped me out. That’s it, I promise.” He sees right through you and pulls you into his chest for a hug. Ari looks at Theo, “Free round of shots. On the house. We will be back,” he states matter-of-factly. Theo nods and relays the information to Natalie, who stands on top of the bar. 

“Free round of shots. On the house!” She yells as people erupt into cheers. You didn’t notice the music stopped, but it starts again now. It is like everyone forgot the scene that unfolded only moments ago. Meanwhile, Ari held your hand tightly and led you through the crowd of people towards the offices in the back.

Ari ushers you into his office, his hand on the small of your back. You turn around when you hear the door click, and before you can say anything his lips are on yours. You immediately melt into his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. With practiced ease, he lifts you up and carries you over to the desk. Resting you on top of it, he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours. You both are still for a moment, your breaths intermingling with the proximity. Ari is the first one to break the silence,

“Now that it is just us, I need you to tell me how you are feeling. You don’t have to lie, I want to know everything,” he says. You look at him and in those beautiful pools of blue, vulnerability clouds his irises. Concern that you weren’t okay, and guilt that it was all his fault. The man that gave you the life of your dreams, that has made you feel safer than you ever, feels guilty because one pervert made you uncomfortable. 

“Ari I am fine,” you voice honestly, running your fingers through his hair. “I need you to believe that. I’m shaken up, yes, the guy was a creep. But he didn’t hurt me physically. I will be okay, I promise.” You can tell Ari is not entirely convinced and you place a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, which causes the crease in between his brows to dissolve, “This is not your fault Ari. I know you won’t believe it no matter how much I tell you, but it isn’t. No one blames you, and I definitely don’t blame you,” you tell him. He presses a sweet kiss to your lips and brings his hands up to your face. His thumb gently strokes over the apple of your cheek, 

“Is there anything I can do? Any way I can help right now?” he asks, searching your eyes for the answer. You smirk when you once again turn your head to the side to kiss his palm. 

“I mean I have a few ideas. I definitely knows some ways you could help me relax and probably get rid of some stress,” you voice, and now it is Ari’s turn to smirk. Finally, you watch his body relax as his hands begin to travel slowly down your body.

“Oh yeah baby? And what is that?” he questions, pretending to be oblivious.

“I think you know,” you reply, with a smile as you stare at Ari. He gives you one last look before leaning in to press another searing kiss to your lips. The kiss quickly becomes messy and passionate, all teeth and tongue. Your lips finding each others like magnets.

“Fuck baby. You’re fucking mine,” Ari says gruffly. He pulls away to begin his assault on your neck. Leaving kisses and bites wherever his lips could reach. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist, meanwhile your hands were restless. They were in his hair, down his back, in his beard, squeezing his biceps. When Ari pulls away to get a look at you, your focus has shifted to getting Ari’s pants off.  

“Need you,” is all you mumble, not paying attention to his as you get his bely undone. You wiggle his dress pants down just enough to reach his cock. You moan when you pull it out. “So pretty,” you mumble again, starting to stroke it in your hand. His tip was an angry red color and leaking as you teased it with his thumb. You smirked when you felt Ari shudder, and finally looked up at him. You began to stroke your way up and down his length, watching the way Ari tried to keep himself together. The quiet pants that left his perfectly pink lips, there were a little swollen from the kiss. The way his hands squeezed at your hips, desperate not to hurt you, but also needing an anchor. Before long he is pushing you onto your back, and hiking your dress up. 

“Any longer and I would’ve came in your hand,” he whispers when he leans down to kiss your face. “And you’re lucky I have to go back to this damn party. Cause I’d rip this damn dress in half,” he growls at the end. You laugh softly and pull him in for another passionate kiss. Ari moves his hand between your legs, finger teasing your slit. 

“Slutty girl. No fucking panties on. You were waiting for me, huh?” he asks, and you nod desperately. Ari slips a finger inside of you, slowly dragging it in and out of you. Your heels dig gently into his back while you close your eyes. Before long, Ari slips another finger inside of you and is curling it against your walls. You gasp and squeeze his arms, your hips begining to grind against his hand. As soon as you find your rhythm, Ari is removing his fingers from you and bringing them to his lips. You glare at him and he is smirking back. 

“Can’t wait to taste you properly later,” he says, connecting your lips yet again and slipping his tongue into your mouth. You put your hands in his hair, gripping at the long blonde strands when you feel him slip into you. The deeper Ari gets, the more your whimper and Ari lets out a shaky moan. Once he is fully inside of you, you both take a second to look at each other, and you are thankful for the chance to stretch around his girth. Once you gave him the small nod of approval, he began moving in and out of you.

“So big baby. Always stretching me,” you whine, trying to claw at Ari’s muscles through his button-up shirt. His pace started to speed up, both of you chasing a quick high.

“So fucking beautiful. I love you, baby girl,” he moans confidently now as he fucks you. The desk scrapes against the floor from the harshness of his thrusts, but your noises are well drowned out by the sounds of the party. Ari spreads your legs wider, and grips your thighs for leverage. The pleasure crescendos, and you feel yourself getting close to your peak. 

“Love you too baby. Don’t stop please, ‘m so close,” you beg, and the two of you lock eyes. As if that was enough to send you over the edge, you feel a jolt go up your spine and the pleasure spike. A few strokes later, Ari finds your g-spot and pounds relentless at it. Your heels dig harder in his back, and your hands are desperately gripping his hair strands. Your back arches up, and your eyes roll back. 

“Fuck I’m cumming. Ari!” you moan loudly, as you fall off the edge. You can feel Ari reach between the two of you to play with your clit. Your pussy has him in a vice grip, and he knows he isn’t far behind you. With a squeeze of your hips, and few more pumps, he is moaning while filling you up. Ari leans onto his forearms, both caging you in and so he doesn’t crush you. He presses kisses to your temple before slowly pulling out of you. He watches the way his loads spills out of you while you come down from your high. He stands up and walks behind his desk where he keeps wipes, specifically for moments like this. 

“You know if you had panties on, it wouldn’t leak?” he states matter of factly. You sit up on your forearms and flip him off. He laughs and walks back over to clean you up. When he is done, he takes your hand to help you stand up. Ari steadies you with a hand on your waist, and straightens out your dress for you. He grumbles when you wipe the makeup off his face, and try to fix his hair. He leans down to give you one more kiss, obsessed with the taste of you. 

“You really look gorgeous tonight baby girl,” he says. You smile and take his hand so you can walk out in front of him. 

“Lets go before you find a reason for round two,” you reply, and Ari answers with a slap to your ass that makes you laugh.

The two of you return to the VIP booth, hopefully not looking as fucked out as you felt. Theo has his arm around Natalie who is laughing with Jesse. The three of them perk up when they see you and Ari walking over.

“And where did you love birds go?” Natalie asks curiously, and you both smirk. You wait for Ari to sit down first so you can sit in his lap once again. Theo tries to subtly tell him to wipe his face, you are confused until you look at Ari see you missed a spot. On his nose and the top of his lip, some of your makeup remains. Everyone around busts out laughing, even you giggle with the group as you wipe it was. Ari shrugs, never taking his eyes off you.

[afictionalwhor3]

Worth the Wait

Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

Summary: Your kids enjoying cockblocking you and Bucky

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected p in V. Oral (f!receiving). Rough sex, Daddy mentioned once, breeding kink, overstimulation, choking, dirty talk, a sprinkle of degradation and a little slap. Written on my phone and not proofread

Word Count: 2.9k

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You and Bucky adored your children. They were truly the light our your lives. But that is not to say they often acted as an extreme cock block. This week was especially bad.

Wednesday:

Bucky’s kisses on your neck woke you before the alarm did. “Morning” he mumbles against your skin as you smile lazily. His voice was rough and scratchy the way it typically was in the morning and the way that made your panties absolutely drenched. Bucky gets on top of you, his lips finding home in your neck while you let your hands softly scratch down his exposed back. Bucky leaves your neck for only a moment to press a loving kiss to your lips.

“Morning my love” You whisper as his hands trace down your body. First, they squeeze your breasts, then your waist, and finally your thighs. His hands leave warm pools everywhere they touch. Bucky takes one of his fingers, tracing it up and down the inside of your thigh, teasing you. When suddenly one of his fingers slides into you, making your breath hitch.

“I wanna make sweet love to my wife this morning,” Bucky whispers, kissing along your jaw before adding a second finger, making you moan airily. Right before you can reply, the sounds of little footsteps flood both of your ears. Bucky acts quickly, removing his fingers from you and covering both of your bodies with the blanket.

“Daddy!” Your two little boys yell, jumping on the bed. You smile softly as you both look at them. “Daddy, get off of mommy. You said we could make pancakes before school,” Grant says, looking at Bucky expectantly.

“Yeah daddy you said they could make pancakes before school,” You say with a smirk looking at him as he glares at you. “You two need to get dressed and then you can go downstairs and start getting everything out. Me and daddy will meet you down there,” You say as they both nod and run out of the room, hopefully to get dressed for school.

“Cmon Daddy, you have pancakes to make,” You giggle kissing Bucky’s cheek as he continues to glare at you while rolling to the side. “And make sure you get off of Mommy,”.

Thursday:

Tonight was Bucky’s turn to put the boys to bed while you cleaned up from dinner. You hummed softly until you felt two strong arms around your middle,

“Hello James,” You say with a smile as you clean the last of the dishes

“Hi doll…the boys are tucked away in bed,” He says pressing a couple kisses to your neck.

“Uh huh,” You say with a smile already knowing where this is going.

“And I was thinking we could have some much deserved mommy and daddy time,” Bucky says making you laugh. You put the last of the dishes in the drying rack before drying your hands off with the towel on the counter. Then you turn around to look at Bucky.

“You were thinking of mommy and daddy time huh?” You ask wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck, pulling him in close. Bucky smirks letting his hands fall to your hips and squeezing them.

“I’m always thinking of mommy and daddy time doll,” He says, making you smile before pressing his lips against yours. You allow yourself to relax in his arms, your hands getting lost in his hair as you deepen the kiss. Bucky picks you up with ease, resting you on the counter next to the sink. You wrap your legs around his waist, and right before you can slip your tongue between his lips, a little voice stops you.

“Mommy. My tummy hurts,” Drew says his voice small. He juts his bottle lip out as his big eyes look at you expectantly. You take a deep breath closing your eyes and tilting your head back

“Sleep in bed huh? Tucked away huh?” You ask Bucky with a raised brow. You are only teasing but he looks at you apologetically. You hop off the counter and pick Drew up “Let’s go help that tummy and you get to bed baby,”

Saturday:

It was a beautiful day out, so you and Bucky decided to take the boys to the park. While you were out, the two of you decided to treat the boys to pizza and ice cream. When you eventually got home, the boys were juiced up, running around, wanting to play, and outright refusing to settle down.

Much later than you liked, you finally got the boys settled and to bed. Stealthily, you slipped back into your bedroom with a smile, “Buck, the boys are actually down now and I was thinking of that mommy and daddy time you were talking about-” You started excited at the prospect of spending some much-needed quality time with Buck. But when you finally focused, you noticed Bucky was dead asleep on top of the bed, his mouth open. You sighed, shaking your head at him as you walked over, kissing the top of his head and proceeding to get ready for bed.

Monday:

Mondays after school, Bucky usually picked them to get them home and ready for practice. Tonight they had a soccer game, so right after work, you rushed to the fields to make it in time for the start. Afterwards, you desperately needed to go grocery shopping, having pushed it back long enough. Anytime you had to bring the boys to the grocery store, it became a hassle within itself. Before you could process it, dinner had come and gone, homework was done, the boys were bathed and in bed. You were completely spent, as you sat on the couch enjoying the rare peace and quiet. You took the time to close your eyes and tilt your head back, finally taking a minute to yourself.

“I think this will help,” Bucky’s voice cuts through the peaceful silence. You open your eyes slowly and see him walking towards you with a glass of wine.

“Oh wow, I could kiss you,” You muse, taking the glass from Bucky. He stays close to you expectantly, which makes you smile all while pressing a kiss to his lips. You take a big sip of wine while Bucky lies on the couch putting his head in your lap. Instinctively, you begin to play in his hair.

“I’m not even going to say the m word and d word and the t word” Bucky says grumpily making you laugh.

“Yeah, let’s maybe enjoy this time without uttering those words. They haven’t brought us any success,” You say as Bucky grumbles under you and you take one more sip of wine before putting it on the table. “My grumpy, grumpy super soldier,” You say teasingly as he looks up at you.

“Just wanted to spend some time with my lady, is all,” Bucky says, pressing a few kisses to your exposed skin and looking up at you.

“Uh, I got you! You said the t word,” You tease. “Perhaps, without jinxing it, I could find the energy to make up for the last couple of days… That is if my grumpy super soldier is feeling up to it,” You smirk as Bucky suddenly perks up.

“Are you being serious?” He asks, and you nod. “I’m not wasting one second of this!” Bucky states excitedly sitting up quickly to begin taking your clothes off. You giggle putting your hands on his chest to stop him.

“Buck, take me to the bedroom at least,” You whisper and in one swift motion you are in Bucky’s arms, his strides impossibly long trying to get to your room as quickly as possible. You smile crashing your lips against his not pulling away until he is laying you down on the bed. Hastily, he pulls his own shirt off and slides out of his pants. You can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm as you take your own shirt off. Before you can go any further Bucky is pushing you back down.

“I got the rest. Need you to relax for me baby” He says huskily into your neck, making your pussy throb. You whine at his words closing your eyes, and allowing yourself to get fully lost in the moment. Bucky kisses his way down your neck and to your breasts. With a practiced ease, he takes your bra off and throws it over his shoulder. After a couple minutes massaging your breasts, he is kissing down your tummy. He makes quick work of your pants and panties, placing your legs over his shoulders as he lays before your pussy. He takes a deep breath of you closing his eyes and moaning. You watch as his hips already begin to eagerly thrust against the bed, desperate for some sort of friction. The vulgar ness of the action, and the week of pent of frustration, has you a whimpering mess before him. He wraps his hands around your thighs giving them a squeeze before he is kissing your mound. “Going to show you how much I missed this pussy,” He says, looking at you, before diving in.

You feel yourself lurch forward as his tongue makes contact with your clit. “Holy shit Buck,” You moan your eyes rolling back. You dig your hands into his scalp as you eventually fall down onto your back again. You can feel Bucky smirking into your pussy, and he wastes no time, wrapping his pink lips against your clit. “So fucking good Buck” You moan your eyes closing. You begin to grind down onto his face, getting lost in the pleasure. Just when you think it could not get any better, you feel him slip a finger into you. Your back arches at the intrusion letting out a shaky moan.

“So fucking wet. I can tell how much your pussy missed me. She’s fucking squeezing my finger already. How you gonna take my cock if your pussy can’t even handle one of my fingers?” He asks rhetorically mocking you. You lock eyes with him as he slips another finger into you.

“Buck,” is all you manage to squeak out. You reach down for his wrist, not sure if you want him to stop, or keep going. Bucky reattaches his lips to your clit, using your tongue to paint figures against your clit. You begin to shake, your body desperately craving a reprieve. You attempt to move away from him, but it is futile, as Bucky pulls you back to him tighter and eats you even more passionately. He opens his blue eyes to meet yours and glare at you, curling his fingers in a way that drives you insane. Just brushing your g-spot and causing you to see stars. You gasp as your hands grip his strands so hard you are scared of hurting him, but you can’t stop.

“Bucky I’m so close. Please Buck,” You beg him, losing all sense of inhibition as you grind carelessly against his face. You can feel him smirk once again, if it was possible, he makes his tongue work faster against your clit. Sliding his fingers in and out of you with ease, he begins to suckle on your clit. That is your final straw as you collapse around Bucky. “Buck-,” is all you can manage before falling off the ledge. Your voice gets lost along the way as you cum hard on Bucky’s tongue, your vision blurring, and your breath catching in your throat.

Bucky works you through your high, as you finally come down and catch your breath. You barely register Bucky kissing his way back up your body, your senses almost fried after how hard you just came. He finally reaches your lips, crashing his against yours passionately. You completely melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulls away to kiss up your jaw “How you doing mama?” He asks as you nod your head slowly.

“I feel good… really good” You say with a smile. He gently bites at your earlobe

“That’s good,” He says before he is quickly flipping you over. You gasp confused as he lifts your hips up, presenting you to him. He pulls his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out, red and angry, before sliding into you. Giving you no time to adjust, he begins to move in and out of you. You moan in pleasure as your pussy quickly adjusts to the size of him. He handles your body roughly, completely flipped from the Bucky moments ago. He lifts you up so his chest is pressing against your back. He has his large hand wrapped around your throat and the other playing with your clit. Your feel tears burn your eyes, your body overwhelmed by all the pleasure.

“Oh are you gonna cry?” Bucky mocks smirking at you. “Go ahead and cry princess. You tried to take my sweet pussy from me? No running now. Gonna take everything Daddy gives you aren’t you?” Bucky says watching as your eyes roll back and he moves his hand around your throat to gently slap your face. “Uh uh. Gonna look me in the eyes when you fall apart on my cock baby. Got it baby?” He asks. You nod your head quickly as your eyes fly open, scared he’s gonna stop. And god, it feels so damn good. One of your hand grabs your boob to play with your nipple, as the other rests over Bucky’s hand playing with clit.

“Buck I’m gonna cum. All over your cock,” You moan. Still cognizant your boys are sleep only a couple rooms over, you do your best to keep your voice down without whispering.

“I got you baby, go ahead. Cream all over my cock,” He commands never taking his eyes off you. You stare into his blue eyes as you fall apart all over his cock. Your clit is buzzing as your pussy clenched hard around Bucky’s cock. For a minute you are riding the cloud of bliss, then you realize Bucky’s hips are still pistoning in and out of you. You feel the tears that had been built of spill out of your eyes, you look at Bucky desperately as you shake your head.

“I can’t Buck- it’s too… too much. I can’t take it,” You whimper and he smiles at you. He smiles at you as his hold on your throat gets slightly tighter.

“You’re telling me one thing… but the way your pussy is squeezing me, I know she has one more. Come on, be a good girl and give me one more. Need to breed you again mama. Need to see you big and round with my cum spilling out of you. Come on sweet girl,” Buck urges. As if the moment couldn’t get any more erotic, his words have your eyes rolling back. You moan loudly as you feel yourself about to cum again.

“Fuck Buck. I’m gonna cum. Need you to breed me. Fuck me full of your cum,” you moan as Bucky tightens your grip on your throat again. Bucky couldn’t paint a more beautiful picture if he tried, as he watches you fall apart all for him. He chases his high desperately, a few thrusts later filling your womb to brim with his seed.

As soon as he cums, he is releasing his hold of your throat and keeping your body from collapsing onto the bed. Properly used and tired your eyes closed and for the time being, you pass out. During this period, Bucky lays you down gently. Making sure to take extra care as he slides out of you slowly. He goes to the bathroom to get a wash cloth and comes back ready to clean you up. He smirks as he watches his seed attempt to spill out of you. “So pretty,” He mumbles to himself as he pushes it back into you, before cleaning you up with the warm rag. Putting the rag with the rest of the laundry, he puts a fresh set of panties on you and one of his henleys. Expecting you to be sleep for the night he wraps his arms around you and presses a good night kiss to your neck.

“Buck,” You whisper in a haze. You open your eyes slowly and see Bucky laying next to you. He moves your hair out of your face.

“I’m right here babygirl,” He whispers and you sigh cuddling yourself closer to him. He happily allows you to bury your head in his chest, his hands gently stroking up and down your back.

“Were you serious about getting me pregnant again?” You ask out of curiosity. You can feel sleep calling you back as Bucky’s hand relax you. He smiles and kisses the top of your head,

“Of course I was. I would have you knocked up all the time if I could, you look beautiful when you’re pregnant. But of course that’s up to you. You don’t have to give me an answer now, we can figure out the rest later,” He reassured by giving your waist a gentle squeeze. You sigh as you close your eyes once again,

“We will probably have to do that a few more times… just to make sure you know?” You say and Bucky smirks laughing softly.

“You will be the death of me,”

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All I Ask

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Inspired by the song All I Ask by Adele.

Word Count: 2.1k

Divider by @cafekitsune

I won't say a word

They've all been said before, you know

“Bucky I don’t understand how you can’t see where I’m coming from with this?!” you yell, as you watch Bucky pace the living room floor.

“I can’t see it because you are being ridiculous y/n! As per fucking usual with you!” he yells back, causing you to take a step away from him.

“As per usual? As per usual?! Are you fucking kidding me?! I ask you for the bare minimum. Bucky, I asked you to show up for me for one night. One four-hour night of your attention! This was supposed to be one of the highlights of my career, and you couldn’t even be bothered to show up on time for my speech. You knew how much this night meant to me, and you don’t even care! And I’m the one that’s fucking ridiculous?!” you yell before storming off 

So why don't we just play pretend, Like we're not scared of what is coming next

Or scared of having nothing left

“I don’t know what else you want me to say y/n. I don’t know what else you want me to do. I’m done yelling, I’m done fighting. The therapy didn’t work, nothing is working. And if we are being honest nothing has worked for a while,” Bucky sighs clearly exasperated. He leans back in his chair folding his arms across his chest. He looks at you, awaiting whatever retort you had this time.

It was hard to pinpoint when your marriage started to go downhill. And over the last several months you had tried, really hard. Everytime you reflected on your relationship with Bucky, it was as if things were good until they weren’t. You were madly in love one day, destined to spend the rest of your days together. And then you couldn’t be in the same room together without screaming at each other. It could have been the words left unsaid after petty disputes. The apologies left on the tip of the tongue, and the forgiveness that acted as a band-aid. Or your shared inability to show up for the other when they needed it. Or even in the way your bodies stopped searching for each other. Two heat signatures that constantly needed the other to stay lit, had suddenly fanned out.

You sat across the table from Bucky nervously biting at your cuticles. It was him that got you to nick this habit once and for all. As things between you two crescendoed, this terrible habit creeped its way back. Your knees were pulled to your chest and your cheek was resting on your knee looking away from him. You didn’t notice the way your body rocked in on itself in an effort to self soothe, but Bucky did. 

“Y/n. I need you to say something,” Bucky says, his tone turning soft as he looks at you. You finally turn your head to look at him with glassy eyes and shrug your shoulders, 

“I don’t know what you want from me Bucky. Like you said… we haven’t worked in a while,”

I don't need your honesty, It's already in your eyes

And I'm sure my eyes, they speak for me

The walk to the bedroom was silent. Bucky allowed you to go before him. Both of you refusing to look at each other. You brushed your teeth side by side in silence. A place where you would once recap both of your days with laughs and smiles, while trying not to get toothpaste everywhere. You washed your face alone, Bucky leaving you to go lay in bed. Where once he would wrap his arms around your waist and rest his cheek against your spine. He claimed it was because of how warm you always were and he refused to get into a cold bed without you. You put on pajama pants where at once you would have put one of his sweaters on. Playful arguments from him about having to go shopping because his clothes were disappearing. Teasing from you that you would eventually give it back with no plans of doing it. His sweaters now lied in his drawers neatly, untouched, and all accounted for.

No one knows me like you do, and since you're the only one that matters

Tell me who do I run to?

You wipe sweat from your forehead sighing. Of course the day you had decided to start renovations was one of the hottest days of the year. The electric company got the dates wrong, so there was currently no electrical in the house, which meant no air conditioning. Bucky ran out to grab pizza roughly twenty minutes ago. You stayed behind, determined to make some leeway with painting the master bedroom. You fall right onto your butt when you finally finish the wall you were working on. You slowly lay down and starfish your limbs out. The plastic sheet you and Bucky put down to protect the floor, stuck uncomfortably to your skin. You were far too hot to care as you looked around at the two walls still needding paint.

“Guess what I got!” Bucky yells walking in and turning his head in confusion as he looks at you

“I hope it is electric and an ac unit” You say not moving from your position. He laughs softly setting the box of pizza down a little ways away from you and sitting with his legs crossed. 

“I do consider myself a master of tricks, but I definitely do not have that up my sleeve,”

“Why did we decide to one, buy a house. And two, renovate it in the summer” You ask. Bucky opens the box and puts a slice on a plate for you, and another for him. He slides it over to you, so all you have to do is roll over. 

“Because we are madly in love and love makes people a little dumb?” he asks rhetorically and it makes you laugh. You sit up, slowly grabbing your slice of pizza. Bucky smiles as he stares at you,  “You have paint all over you."

“Yeah I’m trying out a new look. Serving modern day Picasso you think?” you tease with a smile, giving him a pose. Taking a bite of your pizza, you accompany it with a groan, “God, I needed this. What would I do without you?” you ask seriously, taking another bite. 

“Be pizzaless and probably less sweaty,” he responds, making you laugh once again and look at him. 

“Yeah. Definitely less sweaty.” 

“I love you,” Bucky says suddenly. His sudden seriousness takes you by surprise, but you are quick in your response.

“Forever and always,”

Let this be our lesson in love

Let this be the way we remember us

You get into bed next to Bucky. The first room you renovated in your home was the bedroom. Now painted, furnished and cool. That coldness had found itself not just in your sheets but between you and Bucky as well. You both laid on your backs looking at the ceiling. Despite the yelling and the endless fights, there was so much left unsaid. Empty promises that felt pointless to bring up now, and fresh feelings that were scared of being seen in the light. The silent night ticked on, as a sinking feeling settled itself at the pit of both of your stomach’s. There wasn’t a enough time to say everything. To relive the dreams you two once shared in this bed, in this room. The talks of a future, of a family. Maybe a smaller house one day with a big yard for grandkids and a porch swing for the two of you. Maybe it was the slippery feeling of time running away, or the acceptance that this would be your last time together that guided Bucky’s hand on top of yours. Playing with the bands on your ring finger, that had at one point brought you two together. The physical reminder of your love and commitment to each other. Now, it had become a vice that got tighter everyday. Threatening to choke both of you if you didn’t get out fast enough. You allowed Bucky’s fingers to make their way between yours and give your hand a squeeze. 

I don't wanna be cruel or vicious, And I ain't asking for forgiveness

All I ask is

You turn your head and find Bucky’s bright blue eyes already looking at yours. His dark eyelashes blink slowly. “No fighting. Not tonight. Let’s not even say anything. I just… Wanna hold you. If that is alright with you,” 

If this is my last night with you

Hold me like I'm more than just a friend

Without saying another word, you moved closer to Bucky. You rolled onto your side so you could properly wrap your arms around his neck. You draped your leg across his hip, which he easily adjusted and began to stroke your thigh. These actions were muscle memory to your bones, at one point behaving more like instinct. Whenever you were near Bucky, your body yearned to touch his. Now the movements felt clumsy, slow, almost forced. Bucky sighed, and for once it was in appreciation. If only one last time you two would be connected like you used to. He too rolls on his side so he could get a proper view of you. While his metal hand rubbed your leg, his flesh one drew tiny circles on your lower back. You rested your head near Bucky’s neck, letting your warm breath fan over the sensitive skin there. 

Give me a memory I can use

Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do

You can feel yourself fighting the sleep that threatens to close your lids. You couldn’t fall asleep, not now. Because when you woke up it would be morning, a new day. But you knew this would be the last night of you and Bucky. The last time your bodies would behave like  two pieces of a puzzle hoping to become one. He wouldn’t be your Bucky and you wouldn’t be his. Even though neither you had been for a long time.

It was impossible to know what time it was, but you knew the moon still hung itself high in the sky. Offering the purveyors of the night, a light to guide them. It was in this moonlight you felt yourself whisper, 

“I’m scared James. I don’t want to go to sleep." You could feel the way Bucky tensed up, and his hand on your thigh stopped suddenly.  Your own body stiffened in return, petrified that you had ruined this final moment. He asked you not to speak, but choking down words had led you two to this moment. With nothing left to lose, you didn’t want to hold back anymore. You didn’t relax again until you felt Bucky’s cool metal fingers traveling up your body. They didn’t stop until they reached your neck, using his thumb to usher your head back just enough to look at him. You studied his blue eyes. They were almost pure, but specks of green and grays threatened their purity. You studied his eyes as if you were studying a test, trying to burn them into your memory. You moved your hands from his neck in order to cup his jaw. The stubble scratched at your palm, but you didn’t mind. You rubbed the apples of his cheeks with your thumbs, enjoying the texture of his skin beneath the pads of your fingers. Without asking, Bucky leans in for a kiss. 

It was an embarrassing confession, but you neither of you could remember the last time you kissed each other. In the beginnings of your relationship, every kiss was filled with passion. The promise of more that sent a shock up and down your spine. The chemistry between the two of you would cause Bucky to get dizzy and breathless after kissing you. This kiss was filled with finality. With longing and apologies unsaid. Mournful yearning and understanding of the future. You pulled away to look at each other again. Bucky wasn’t breathless, there were no shocks racing through your body. Just a stray tear that ran down your cheek. Bucky swiped it away with his thumb,

“I love you,”

“Forever and always,”

It matters how this ends

Cause what if I never love again?

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Update

Hi :)

For those of you that noticed I have updated my masterlist/theme. I decided to go for something more neutral this time around, so I don't have to change it everytime I change fandoms. I tried to make it very summery to fit the vibes.

I have had a sudden stroke of both inspiration and motivation to write so I plan to write as much as I can while I have all these ideas floating around in my head.

As always a big and huge thank you to everyone that supports my work. You all make it worthwhile. Always send asks, talk to me, ask for stories, whatever you in the mood for. Talk to all of you soon

J <3

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Afictionalwhor3's Ari Levinson Masterlist

Key: Smut- ⋆˙⟡ Fluff- ♡ Angst- ☆

To the Point of Invention ♡

Possessive ⋆˙⟡♡

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Afictionalwhor3's Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Key: Smut- ⋆˙⟡ Fluff- ♡ Angst- ☆

Crack An Egg ♡

All Grown Up ♡

All I Ask ☆

Worth the Wait ⋆˙⟡ ♡

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All Grown Up

Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

Summary: Bucky's little girl is growing up and he doesn't know how to handle it

Word Count: 2.1k

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Mom! Can you come help me please?!” You hear your daughter Grace yell. You slowly untangle all your limbs from Bucky’s who groaned at all the movement. The two of you were cuddled on the couch, spending your Friday night watching a movie. He glared as you finally got yourself free and you pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“Be right back,” You smile before heading up to her room.

Tonight, Grace had a date planned with a boy she was friends with. You and Bucky had always been on the more lenient side when it came to letting her hangout with people. You both agreed that it wasn’t up to you to decide the people she called friends, trusting she would make the right decisions. And when she turned seventeen a couple of months ago, and got her license, the two of you gave her even more leeway. As far as you knew, this would be her first time ever going on a date. And when she brought it up last week at dinner it didn’t go so well. 

~

“Anything planned for the weekend Gracie?” Bucky asked. The three of you had just finished up dinner and were still sitting at the dining room table.

“Nothing set in stone. I might hang out with Taylor and Jess if they aren’t working,” She says, but you can tell she has that nervous look in her eye. The way her eyes bounce between you and Bucky uncertainly, and how she tries to subtly wipe her hands on her pants. 

“Anything you’d like to share?” You ask raising an eyebrow at her

“Actually yes,” She says sitting up taller and taking a deep breath “Next Friday I wanted to know if you guys would be okay with me going on a date?” She asks. You watch Bucky choke unsubtly on his drink, coughing as he puts it down. You wouldn’t lie you were a little shocked by this. But you didn’t see any reason why she couldn’t 

“Yea sure. Who is with?” You ask curiously looking at her. Despite Bucky’s earlier blubbers she beams at you. 

“Oh this boy at school. He’s new and he’s in one of my study groups. He asked me a couple days ago, but I wanted to talk to you guys first,” She says and the more she talks you watch her smile get bigger. You can’t help but to mirror her expression, her infectious energy getting to you as well. Before you could ask anything else, Bucky cuts in. 

“Let’s just wait a minute here,” He says finally having composed himself. “We don’t know this boy, we have never met him, and we are going to let her go on a date with him?” Bucky asks looking at you. You give him a confused look

“Yeah why not?”

“Do you hear yourself y/n? We are talking about our newly seventeen year old daughter spending her Friday night with a boy we don’t even know doing god knows what?” He says. As if someone popped her like a balloon, you watch Grace’s energy deflate. Her back arches as she slowly sinks into herself.

“It was just mini golf and dinner,” She says but her voice is small. The confidence she had a couple of minutes ago quickly fleeting. 

“Yeah Buck it’s just mini golf and dinner. Why are you acting this way?” You ask looking at him as he scoffs pushing himself back in his chair 

“I can’t believe you aren’t acting this way?! You are acting like this is a conversation about the weather. Mini golf and a movie? You really buy that?!” He asks starting to raise his voice. Before you can butt in Grace stands abruptly. 

“It’s not a big deal. I just wanted to ask before I said yes. There’s no need to start an argument over it. It’s not a big deal, I’m just gonna say no. I’m going to my room,” She says, but you don’t miss the way her voice cracks, and the way her brown eyes gloss over. She quickly turns from you guys running upstairs to her room. Your heartbreaks as you watch her leave. You turn your head to glare at Bucky and you don’t miss the pained expression on his face. But right now you couldn’t see pass your anger. 

“Since when don’t we trust our kids James?! I cannot believe you right now! Seriously I cannot believe you just acted like this. I’m gonna go talk to our daughter and make sure she’s okay,” You say venom in your voice. You push your hair back loudly and before Bucky can say anything you are gone upstairs after your daughter. He places his head in his hands sighing at how he messed up. 

Later that night

You stood in the adjoined bathroom doing your skincare routine while your husband laid in bed.  It didn’t take a super soldier to know you were still upset with him. You hadn’t said a word to him since you came in the bedroom. You seemingly weren’t in a rush to join him either. 

When you did eventually finish, you turned the bathroom light off and closed the door behind you. You made your way over to the bed, easily slipping under the covers with your back to Bucky. He sighed as he looked at you and then sat up, 

“Please y/n. I can’t handle you being mad at me too. Please talk to me,” He pleaded with you. You rolled over onto your back so you could look at him.

“I still cannot believe you Bucky. We always promised we would trust our kids, unless they gave us a reason otherwise. Grace has never given us a reason to doubt her. Ever! And she’s seventeen now Bucky! I’m glad she feels like she can be honest enough with us to ask straight to our faces instead of sneaking around,” You say doing your best to get Bucky to see where she’s coming from. 

“Yes I know you’re right. But you have to understand how hard it was-” Bucky starts before cutting him off. 

“Please do not tell me how hard it was for you James,” You say laughing dryly “She is my daughter too. She is my youngest too Bucky. You don’t think it’s been hard for me too? To watch three, now four kids grow up faster than I could keep track of? But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop them from pursuing things because I’m the one scared. Do you know how hard it probably was for her? To know how protective you are of her, and still find the courage to ask us about this. Did you ever consider these things Bucky?” You ask and once again you watch him deflate and hang his head. 

“No. I- I hadn’t thought about it that way,” He whispers. You sigh pinching the bridge of your nose. You took a deep breath before you opened your arms. Bucky looked at you before placing his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. You played with the dark brown hair that was beginning to gray “How was she?” He asks you softly. As if he was scared of the answer. 

“She was upset. I told her she could go on the date. She said she didn’t wanna make you upset. I said I’d talk to you,” You say as Bucky looks up at you. His blue eyes filled with regret

“I messed up really bad didn’t I?” He asks biting his lip

“She’s gonna forgive you. She’s your little girl, your only daughter. I can tell how sorry you are, but you need to make sure she knows it. She’s only ever wanted to make us proud and she does it everyday. She needs that reassurance from you. And she needs your permission to go on the date. She needs to know that you aren’t angry or upset with her. That all your feelings are coming from a place of love and fear. But not because of anything she did,” You state looking at Bucky. He nods his head in silent understanding as you press a kiss to his forehead. 

~

Now, a week later, you stood in Grace’s door watching her play nervously with her hair. She sees you in the reflection and turns around,

“Does this look okay? He said dress casually, but I don’t know how much is too little and I still wanna look good… Why are you looking at me like that?” She question as you walk closer. You wipe away at a stray tear that escapes your eye. “C’mon mom. Don’t get all mushy on me right now,” She says and you laugh. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just my little girl all grown up,” You say. She rolls her eyes but still allows you to pull her in for a hug. It was true. You weren’t just looking at the seventeen year old before you, but the ten year old who wanted to be a movie star, and the four year old who only wanted princess band-aids for her boo boos, and the little baby that came early but with so much fight. You squeeze her as tight as you can before you pull away. You look at her, moving a stray piece of curly hair that threatened to slip in front of her eyes “You look beautiful Gracie girl,” You smile before taking a step back. “Now c’mon. You said you need to leave by six,” You say making her smile and grab her purse. Before the two of you can walk out, she grabs your hand. “How is Dad?” She asks and it is impossible for her to hide the nervous look on her face. 

“He is fine Grace. We were watching a movie when you called me and he hadn’t mentioned a thing about it,” You say and she nods, but you can tell she was not fully satisfied with that answer. After your talk that night, Bucky had a conversation with her when she got home from school. But for the last couple of days, it felt like the two were still walking on eggshells around each other. You squeeze her hand before ushering her down the stairs ahead of you. 

“Is it normal to be this nervous?” She asks you and you nod your head laughing softly. 

“Yeah first dates never get any easier. I was ten minutes late to my first date with your dad because I thought I was gonna throw up. But I think I turned out okay?” You say looking at her and she smiles back. When you get to the bottom of the stairs you see Bucky standing by the door looking at the two of you. You stand a couple steps behind Grace, watching the silent face-off between the two of them. Bucky makes the first move, walking to her and wrapping his arms around her tightly. She wastes now time closing her eyes and returning the hug. They spend a minute like that before Bucky pulls away to look at her, 

“All I want is for you to be happy. That’s all I ever wanted for you and your brothers. You know that, right?” He asks as she nods her head. Bucky presses a kiss to the top of her head before letting go “I will be waiting with your mom to hear all about it when you get home. That is, whatever you want to tell us,” He says looking down at her. You walk over to the table by the door to grab her keys,

“I don’t want you to be late like me. This boy may not be as forgiving as your dad was,” You say handing her the keys which makes her laugh. “Be safe and have fun. I love you,” You say. She hugs you

“Bye Mom, bye Dad. Love you and I’ll be home soon,” She says. Before she walks out the door, she runs back to give Bucky a kiss on the cheek. He smiles while watching her run back out the front door, closing it behind her. 

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To the Point of Invention

Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: He loved her to the point of invention

Word Count: 2.1k

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Hey Babe, how much longer do you- woah babe. It looks like a bomb went off in here,” Ari says as you turn your head. You are currently holding your eyelid open, an eyeliner pencil in hand. You let it go and laugh softly at Ari’s bewildered expression. 

“Sorry,” You apologize before looking back into the mirror to take a look at your progress. “I’ll make sure to clean up when I’m done,” you say, grabbing your favorite mascara as you lean over the sink to get a good look at your lashes to apply it. 

Ari was right. It did look like a bomb went off in your bathroom. You had recently moved in with Ari, and tonight you guys were going on a date to celebrate. Just about every makeup item in your collection was sprawled across the small sink space. That included powder residue and remnants from other makeup. Ari’s place wasn’t small, but it was also apparent that it was designed by a man. Starting with the small sink space and tiny mirror, you were breaking your back to look into. 

“When you’re done, we can just go and I’ll help you clean it when we get back… All your stuff is here, I feel like there has to be a better way to do this,” he says, still in disbelief as he leans against the doorframe. 

“Well, I had a mirror, but remember that crack we heard when you hit that speed bump? Yeah, that was the mirror. So, now I just have this. A back ache and a hot mess,” You say putting the mascara down and looking for the right lip gloss to finish the look. Ari feels a sudden pang of guilt as he gets closer to you. 

“Well, what about a vanity?” Ari questions as you find the lip gloss in question, apply it, and then put it in the purse you had resting on top of the toilet. “We can go to the store one day and grab one. I will build it and everything,” Ari says. You grab your purse, put it on your shoulder and take Ari’s hand.

“They are like stupid expensive. Like stupidly. So for now breaking my back in the bathroom will do,” You say, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Now c’mon, I’m ready to kick your ass in mini golf,” You smile guiding him out the door.

~

You are about to leave work and head home when you get a text from Ari, 

“Don’t come through the garage when you get home. I’m working on a project and there is wood flying everywhere,”

This wasn’t a particularly odd text from Ari. Whenever he got started on something he liked to keep you out of the garage. It was loud, the tools he used were dangerous, and he didn’t want either of you getting hurt.

When you got home, you followed the noise to the garage to check up on Ari. You opened the door and watched briefly as Ari sawed through pieces of wood. He could feel your eyes on him, looking up and giving you a wave. He didn’t mean to be dismissive, but you took that as a sign he was in the zone. You waved back and decided to leave him alone. 

When dinner came around, you could still hear tools in the garage. You kept it simple for dinner, making chicken and pasta. You made Ari a plate and brought it to him in the garage. When you walked in, Ari looked up, smiling when he saw you. He took his safety glasses off, as well as the headphones he had on. Ari looked up, taking his safety glasses off, “Hey baby, what’s up?” He asks, turning the drill off. You took a glance at the mess of pieces that decorated the garage floor. You learned early on not to try to guess what he was building until it was done.

“Dinner. I could tell you were in the zone earlier, so I didn’t want to bother you. I also didn’t want you to forget to eat, so I brought you a plate,” You say, placing he plate on top of his toolbox. You wrap your arms around his neck and press a quick kiss to his lips. Ari allows his hands to drop to your hips and gives them a squeeze.

“You are the best, you know that?” Ari says, making you smile.

“Yeah, I know, but I could definitely hear it again,” You say, making him smile now as he kisses you again. “I will leave you to it. Any clues as to what you are up to?” You question, looking around again. 

“Nuh uh, it’s a surprise,” He tells you, making you roll your eyes. 

“Whatever. Don’t stay up too late, I’ll be waiting for you,” You say, kissing him one more time before going back into the house. 

A couple of days later, you receive another text from Ari before you leave work,

“When you get home, don’t come inside. Text me when you're at the front door.” 

You laugh softly while you read it. Your mind could not even guess what your man could possibly be up to. Nonetheless, you entertain him, and when you get home you stop at the front door to text him. The door opens quickly, taking you by surprise. “I’m gonna put a blindfold on you,” Ari says, revealing the silk cloth he held in his hand. You raise your eyebrow and look at him skpetically which causes him to roll his eyes. “Just trust me y/n,” He urges stepping out to wrap the blindfold around your eyes. He takes one of your hands and places his own on the small of your back as he guides you in the house. Closing the door along the way, Ari leads you through the house.  

“I hope this isn’t your idea of some new foreplay. I’m more nervous than turned on,” You say, making Ari laugh as he helps you up the stairs. 

“Trust me baby, if I wanted you turned on, you would be. That is saved for tonight’s plans,” He replys, and it is your turn to laugh. You hear Ari open what you presume is your bedroom door, ushering you in. “Okay, I’m gonna take the blind fold off,” Ari tells you, untying and taking the material off. You blink a couple times, adjusting your eyes to the light as you take in your room. Everything looks the same until your eyes land on a vanity towards the window. 

“No fucking way. Ari. You bought this for me?” You ask, turning to look at him, a huge smile overtaking your face. 

“Bought no. I made it. This is what I was working on,” He says, making you gasp.

“You are the best!” You yell jumping into his arms out of excitement. It takes Ari by surprise but he catches you easily laughing. 

“Alright, alright. Let’s go look at it. See if you like it first before you go jumping on me,” He says, making you giggle. You kiss his cheek and jump out of his arms to go check out your new vanity. 

You sit down in the upholstered chair. The backing went up right below your shoulder blades which was perfect. “I know you are good with the wood but when did you get into upholstery?” You ask, looking at Ari as he walks over. 

“I bough it and just attached it to the pieces I created. And I bought the bottom as well because I wanted it to be metal so it was as sturdy as possible,” He explains. You nod  your head as your hand runs across the wood. It has a clear coat which allows you to appreciate the naturally light color of the wood, as well as the intricate wood work that Ari did. You notice your initials are written in cursive at the corner which makes you smile. 

There is a large mirror in the middle and you notice the button towards the bottom. You hit it and flinch just slightly at how bright it is which makes Ari smile. 

“As you see it has three different settings for the light modes. I also know you love natural light, so that’s why I put it next to the window. So, it could always be an option for you,” He says. “Oh and I added these,” Ari says reaching behind the mirror to flip over a smaller mirror. You notice quickly how magnified it is because you count just about every one of your eyelashes. “So when you do your eyes, you don’t have to lean over and hurt your back. Or poke yourself. I kept messing this up because, at first I set it up with myself sitting in the chair instead of you,” He smiles while expanding it to you. A never-ending smile has taken over your face as your heart swells with how much thought and consideration Ari put into this. 

You continue to look explore your new gift. When you notice the drawers, you move your seat back so you can see how big they were. For the second time that night your jaw drops. Ari has already organized your makeup and placed it all in the drawers. They are in various containers depending on their shape, and organized by what looks like where they go on your face. Eyes and lips are in drawer, your face products are in another, he even took the time to put your skincare and makeup remover in its own drawer.  As you explore, you notice there are new products in your collection.

“I went to the store with some of the stuff I see you use a lot and asked them for help getting you some new stuff. Then I figured it only made sense I put all of your makeup in here for you. You can’t give someone a wallet with no money in it right? I’m sure you noticed, but they are organized by where they go on your face. Some of of them I did have to Google,” He says scratching the back of his neck. Your sudden silence has him questioning if somewhere along the way he made a mistake. “But all the containers are removable, so if you wanna change where something is you totally can. I just did what made sense in my head,” Ari adds on biting his lip as he attempts to read your face, trying to gauge how you are feeling. You did a spin in the chair before turning to look at him. 

“Ari, even the chair is comfortable. I cannot believe you did all of this. For me nonetheless,” You say, laughing in pure disbelief.

“So you like it?” He asks, his palms suddenly clammy.

“Like it? I fucking love it!” You yell popping up like a rocket and once again jumping in Ari’s arms. He laughs, and it serves to release all the nervous energy he had suddenly built up. He places his hands on your butt to support you, while you wrapped your arms around his neck. “This is so much better than anything I would have bought in the store. You customized it to me, and poured your heart into this. Ari it is perfect. It is thee most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given to me,” You confess. Before he can respond, you crash your lips against his in a passionate kiss.

“I’m glad you like it babygirl. And if any of the stuff I bought isn’t good or you don’t like it, I kept the receipt so-” you shut him up with another kiss, 

“I love it Ari. Everything is perfect,” You say, starting to play with the hair at the base of his neck. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes before you decide to break the silence by whispering in his ear, “But I’m sure I could show you my appreciation, much better than could I tell you,”.

“Oh yea?” Ari asks as his eyebrows shoot up, and he begins to walk backwards toward the bed. 

“Oh yea. And it’ll probably take all night,” You say, looking at him and he’s smirking now. 

“I expected nothing less,” He adds. Once he gets to the bed he falls down, keeping you on top of him, straddling his lap. “And I’m really, really appreciative,” you whisper one more time before crashing your lips against his.

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This may be too incredibly niche but are there any fans of the Lorien Legacies or Lorien Legacies Reborn series out there? AND that want fics if I wrote them? Or even just someone to talk to about. I never go back and re read books, but I re read that series like once a year. I feel like the fandom is so small but I love it and wanted to see if there was anyone else out there like me

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Guys... my heart is so full at the responses and people I've had reaching out to me about this. I swear I thought I was posting into the abyss and that would be that. But it was the opposite! This doesn't happen often and such a big thank you to the people who reached out <3

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Bake Shop

CEO!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky presents you with a crazy idea. And you just might be crazy enough to buy into it.

Word Count: 1.6k

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Hey Hun I’m just about to head out. What are you doing?” Bucky asks on his way out. You knew he had to be in office for a couple of hours today because of some meetings. 

“Oh perfect! Buck, come here real quick. Taste this,” You say, holding a spoonful of frosting up for Bucky to take from. He takes it from you and tastes it. “You know the girls are coming over tomorrow night and I wanted to try this new cupcake recipe,” You say, gauging his reaction. 

“Well, it doesn’t taste nearly as good you,” Bucky starts making you roll your eyes and smile, “But this is delicious. I didn’t think you could possibly upgrade an already perfect recipe,” He says licking whatever is left off the plastic spoon. 

“Thank you, baby. I’m glad you like it. I’ll make sure to save one for you,” You say, going back to the batter before you start pouring it into the cupcake containers. 

“Thank you babe,” Bucky says, kissing your temple. “These are so damn good you could make a business out of this for sure. Have you ever thought about that?” Bucky questions as you shake your head no and laugh softly.

“Oh god no. Just a hobby, something to keep my hands busy,” You say and he smiles

“Well, I gotta run baby. I will see you later, love you,” He says giving you one more kiss

~

It’s been a month since that conversation with Bucky, but you could not stop thinking about it. There was the possibility that you could make a business out of this. You had been baking for as long as you could remember, but it had always been a hobby. A neat party trick or something to do to make the time pass. You were passionate about it, but passion wasn’t always enough to make a successful enterprise. You also knew you were a good baker, but what if you were only a good home baker. And your skills wouldn’t transfer in the business sense. Your boyfriend, friends, and family always complimented you, but what if they were just blowing smoke up your ass? Running a business was a beast of its own, let alone making it a successful one. You knew Bucky would make it happen regardless of how talented you were, but you didn’t want a handout for this. You wanted to put some elbow grease in of your own, do your own research, and see if you were really up for this. 

You spent the last month baking obsessively. Trying new desserts and recipes all the time. “Babe, if you don’t stop, you are going to have to roll me to get me around,” Bucky liked to tell you. And while you appreciated it, you knew you needed a non-biased opinion. 

So, you picked a day you knew Bucky would be in the office from sun up to sun down. You bought a one-day booth at the flea market they had in downtown. You didn’t have an elaborate set up. Some cupcakes, a few loafs of bread, and a couple cakes. This is where your idea would either sink or swim and you could not begin to describe how nervous you were. You thought you were going to burst into tears every minute that went by without a customer. Every person you watched walk by your booth without so much as a second glance. Then, an hour in you got your first customer. From there it was smooth sailing. You were sold out by the end of lunch. You left the flea market with enough confidence to finally pitch your idea to Bucky. 

A couple of days later Bucky was working from home. You took a deep breath before knocking on his office doors. 

“Come in Doll. I’m just about done in here,” Bucky says. You open the door, walking in, and can’t help but nervously gnaw at your bottom lip. Bucky picks up on your nervous tell immediately. As well as the folder you have held impossibly close to your chest. Bucky raises an eyebrow as he looks at you, “What’s up Doll? Everything alright?” He asks, leaning back in his chair and opening his legs-a silent invitation to sit on his lap. You abide by his request, sitting on his thigh as you put the folder down before him. 

“This idea might be as crazy as it is dumb or stupid, but I do go out and test it which went quite well. And listen, I know this whole business world is entirely your forte, and I am so out of my depth. Like so out of my depth-” Before you could spiral any further out of control, Bucky placed a comforting hand on your back. Using his thumb to massage small circles along your spine, which began to calm you down.

“Oh, sweet girl, nothing that happens in that beautiful mind is crazy, dumb, or stupid. Take a deep breath and tell me what you got,” He reassures you. You look into his beautiful blue eyes, which have an easy way of bringing you comfort. You take another deep breath before continuing again,

“Well, I don’t know if you remember but a month ago when I was making those cupcakes for girls' night. And you said I could make a business out of it. I laughed it off, but it really got me thinking,” You say as Bucky opens the folder and begins to look through your carefully organized papers. “As you can see, I’ve done a lot of research about this. Yesterday I actually went to the flea market downtown. I bought a booth for the day, and I sold really well. Like really well, Buck, I sold out,” You say, smiling at the thought. When Bucky looks at you again, he can’t help the smile that overtakes his face. He’s never seen you as passionate and excited about something the way you are right now. “The research is cause I wanted to make sure this wasn’t a completely unprofitable business venture for you. I knew you were gonna say yes regardless, but I didn’t want this just because you could give it to me. I wanted to earn it if that makes sense,” You say, wringing your hands together nervously as Bucky stays silent. You try to read his expression and get a hint of what he is thinking, but he keeps his face stoic. 

“Done,” Bucky says, closing the folder containing your neatly stapled papers “What?” You question. You watch as Bucky pulls out his phone.

“It’s done. I have a guy in commercial real estate. I’m gonna have him get some properties together for us to look at, and I’m going to clear my calendar tomorrow so we can make it happen.” He says, “And if we can’t find anything, I can have something built from the ground up. A custom building just for you,” Bucky says nonchalantly as he fires off a quick text. You are stunned. You knew Bucky loved you in ways that he could never put into words, and that he would have found a way to make this happen for you. But this was his business, his livelihood. If this went bad in any way, who knew how it could harm Bucky’s professional career. 

“Wow, Buck- I… are you sure about this? I know I did a lot of research, but you didn’t even look through the whole folder.” You say still in disbelief.

“Trust me, I will baby. I cannot express how proud of you I am. From what I saw your research is extensive. I wish clients came to me with this much thought,” He tells you, making you smile. “And don’t think I’m saying this just cause you’re my girl. You could have come to me with just a thinkpiece, and yea I would have made it happen for you sweet girl. However, I can tell you did your due diligence and put a lot of work into this idea. It is a good idea, as a first-hand consumer of your product, I can personally attest to how good it is. And I’ve never seen you this excited about something. That right there is enough for me,” He says. You feel hot tears run down your face. The emotions of the moment, and the past month, start to hit you all at once. As a result of the tears, you begin to sniffle, using your hands to wipe your face quickly. 

“These are happy tears Buck. I just cannot believe it. Everything is hitting me at once and I am in shock. Happy isn’t even the right word, but what if it fails?” You ask. Bucky aids in wiping the tears from your face, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek,

“It won’t. Because there will be an intelligent, beautiful woman calling the shots the entire time while her lowly boyfriend ensures she has everything she needs,” He explains, making you smile. “In business, you gotta be willing to take risks. For you, baby, I’d be willing to risk it all,” Bucky professes, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. You pull away slightly to look at him. Once again, you can’t help the smile that takes over your face. 

“You know you are ridiculous, right?” You tell Bucky, and he doesn’t stop grinning at you

“Absolutely.”

“And just the slightest bit corny,” You add

“But of course,” He retorts, making you roll your eyes playfully and kiss him again. Your hand makes its way to the back of his head to hold him close. Before it can get any further, you two are interrupted by the sound of his phone. He pulls away from you breathlessly to take a look, 

“And would you look at that. Our first walkthrough is at 11 am tomorrow.”