đđđđđđđ: Pregnancy, usually a positive outcome of love between two partners that love each other deeply. But Pregnancy resulting from someone using you for their own pleasure is far from a positive outcome
đđđđđđ: heavy angst
đđđđđđđ: Gojo Satoru x female reader
đ.đ: bully Gojo Satoru x female reader , pregnancy , sexual assault & harassment , mentions of abortion , mature themes/MDNI , bullying.
â If youâre not comfortable with these warnings please donât read this series.
It had become a running joke among the crew. Harry Hook, notorious for his boldness and sharp wit, would turn into an entirely different person whenever you were around. On any other day, he was loud, brash, and confidentâswaggering about with his hook slung over his shoulder, a cocky grin always plastered on his face. But the second you walked onto the docks? All bets were off.
The first time it happened, Uma and Gil just stared, dumbfounded. You were helping carry supplies down to the ship, not expecting to catch anyoneâs attention, but the moment Harry caught sight of you, he froze mid-sentence, his expression shifting from his usual smirk to something much softer. Uma smirked knowingly, elbowing Gil, and they both watched as Harry fumbled with the ropes heâd been tying, his usual swagger completely gone.
âHey, Y/N,â he greeted, scratching the back of his neck in a way that was almostâŚshy. Shy, and Harry Hook didnât go together, and yet, here he was, trying and failing to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks.
You smiled and gave him a casual wave, âHey, Harry.â
Uma couldnât help but chuckle as Harryâs entire face lit up like youâd handed him buried treasure. He started rambling, tripping over his words in a way that was borderline embarrassing. âY-yâknow, if you need any help carryinâ those supplies orâŚor anything else, really, justâjust say the word, alright?â
Gil snickered, nudging Uma. âLook at him, heâs completely lost it.â
Harry shot him a glare, snapping back to his usual self for half a second, but the moment you looked back at him, his entire demeanor softened again. He straightened up, trying to look cool and composed, but you could see the nervous way he fiddled with his hook, a little grin tugging at his lips every time you looked his way.
âThanks, Harry,â you replied, trying not to laugh at his change in behavior. âI think I can manage, but⌠Iâll let you know if I need a hand.â
At that, Harryâs grin widened, practically glowing. He tried to play it off with a casual shrug, but his friends werenât buying it. The moment you walked past, Gil and Uma burst out laughing, and Harryâs face went red.
âYouâre pathetic,â Uma teased, folding her arms and shaking her head. âItâs painfully obvious, you know.â
Harry glared at her, though the blush on his cheeks said it all. âShut it, both of ye,â he muttered, but his gaze drifted back to you, completely unable to hide the dopey grin on his face.
Gojo drags you into the world of Jujutsu Sorcery after a curse attack reveals something strange inside of you. How will you navigate this new life in this Choose Your Own Adventure?
Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader
Choose Your Own Adventure
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đŽinteractive fanfic "The Curse That Remembered You" by DebabrataKashyap
đ Episode 1 of ?
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M GONNA CRASHOUT DAMN ITTT like... This is pissing me off cause it hurts and I wanna cry but I won't and fuckkkkkk.
Okay, so basically I met this guy... Well, not really. We went to the same school until he graduated Senior year batch 2025-2026 and yeah... It all started at a school play, he was a tech, I was one of the narrators, and we talked A LOT before our turn to present in front of the hundreds of other students from other school. That's where it began. But it came to a halt for a while because we never really talked to each other. He was in g12 I was at g11. So we never really have time to talk to each other again, until the day I joined a pageant competition again. So I had to send him a friend request to send my talent portion audio and BOOM. Another beginning. But thennnn, we still didn't talk. Until May 1st. It was already summer vacation and we didn't have much going on, he approached first with messaging me so that's where it all begin. At first I wasn't necessarily interested, I'm not very fond of guys actually, so my replies were blant and dry AT FIRST. Until it became continuous, our conversation never stopped anymore. I talked about my writing progress, he talked about his old story in wattpad, I talked about my poison fixation, he talked about the song he wrote and gave me samples of them HE SENT ME THE AUDIO RECORDING AND BRO EUGHHHH. We're not done there. So basically there was this 5 days concert near where I liveâ which btw, HE LIVE NEAR TOO. We talked about the whole event and how the singers we're really good and which one is our favorite song, that continued for like another 5 days, until I said "you should treat me some food at the carnival" as a joke cause he's 18, and employed, and he was like "sure hahahaha, if I see you" and I was like WHY DID THAT SOUND... DIFFERENT?!? Okay, so the day came. Yk he said he was gonna treat his friends too and not just me, so I was like okay. MIND YOU HE PROBABLY SPENT MORE MONEY ON ME THAN HE DID WITH HIS FRIENDSSS EUGHHHHH. That's not all. After that certain night, he asked me if I enjoyed it, he looked at ME and waited patiently for my answer and I said "yeah, it was fun and nice" I MEAN... WHO SAYS THAT?! THAT'S SO DRY?!? and then we part ways after that cause he was gonna go to his guy friends which I'm not close with, and I went with my cousins and talked about stuff. After that, the whole ass event couldn't leave my mind... That's when I realize, I have a crush on him. In a span of 1 month. A bit disappointing, I fell so easily. Anyways.
After that, we continued talking. We talked about stuff I'm not gonna go details into until... He mentioned he has a crush, like currently. And I was like... 'oh'... And I was like "ayyyieeeeeee, you is inloveeee" in a chat, but on the inside I'm like "FUCK I WISH IT WAS ME" and he was like "yeah, but we hadn't talk in 3 weeks already. I don't know how to approach her." So you know what I did????? I told him "Well, you should send her a cute video of her favorite animals and say 'cutie (animal name). It's not an awkward approach, it's subtle and not weird. It'll reconnect your conversation with her." EUGHHHHHHHHHH I ALMOST CRIED MUFUCKERS EUGHHHHH.
So yeah... That was just or chat convo earlier... Anyways yeah... That's my rant, thanks for whoever read this and give me adviceđ¤
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Rating/Warnings: M for canon-typical violence, period accurate misogany, swearing, mental health issues, and suggestive content.
Tags: Bucky Barnes/Female Reader, 40s!Bucky, no y/n or description for reader, canon divergence, angst, fluff.
Mini-Series Summary: In the early 1930s, your path crosses with a young, bright eyed boy who doesn't seem to know the pain of the world. You ask him to wait. He does with a smile. Through time and war, you love him with the burn of all your heart. Across oceans and between worlds, he loves you so much he swears he could never forget.
âŚAuthor's Note: This is dedicated to my husband at war @brtodd. Thanks for not being annoyed by me crashing out. 40s Bucky.âŚ
âŚChapter ListâŚ
Chapter 1 - Wait For It
Chapter 2 - Mad About A Boy
Chapter 3 - Secret Languages
Chapter 4 - Good Girls
Chapter 5 - The Same Sky
Chapter 6 - Letters and Pages
Chapter 7 - Winter
Chapter 8 - Then The Sunrise
Chapter 9 - Don't Say It
Chapter 10 - Promises
Chapter 11 - Angels
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You are not a saint. You are not a hero. Youâre barely even a living person, because living people have lives that extended beyond work and their apartment. But youâre not quite nobody, either. Youâre too much, and not enough, and just in the shadows with a prayer to be saved that isn't genuine and secrets that mean nothing.
They shouldâve meant nothing.
Yet here you are. In more danger than usual, being threatened by Hydra without knowing why, and being assigned a security detail you donât want by Captain America.
Bucky Barnes is good at his job. Youâre not going to die.
But you might end up strangling him before Hydra gets to either of you.
Every Devil - Mini-Series đđŠľđđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽ
There are a few things that simply aren't understandable in the universe. Things that push the boundaries of what we know, and understand.
Things like how, even through the Winter Soldier programming, Bucky was still able to find you.
Think like how, no matter how hard the world tried, they were never to keep you apart.
Blind Collision - Mini-Series đŠľđđ§Ą
Soulmates are the rarest thing in the world. To even know a pair is almost unheard of, let alone to meet your own.
Some people hold out hope. You know better.
Or you thought you did. Until you met Bucky, and realized the odds you never wanted were leaning in your favor.
Blue Moon - Mini-SeriesđŠśđđ§Ą
In the early 1930s, your path crosses with a young, bright eyed boy who doesn't seem to know the pain of the world. You ask him to wait. He does with a smile. Through time and war, you love him with the burn of all your heart. Across oceans and between worlds, he loves you so much he swears he could never forget.
One-Shots
âŚIt's Been Calling Me â¤ď¸âđĽđđđ𧥠- You've had these⌠dreams. Strange, realistic, detailed dreams of the same man, almost your whole life. But they're just dreams. You've been so sure, for so long, that they're just dreams. So sure, until you're not.
âŚLouder Than Fear đŠľâ¤ď¸âđĽđ§Ą - Missions involving Hydra often go very wrong. This is different. This is worse. This is a strange bioweapon, nobody telling you exactly what's wrong, and staring at the ceiling as Bucky roars you name. It's echoing in your brain. And you love him. So you have to fix this.
âŚAnd You Were Brighter Than The Light Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 đŠľđđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽ - There are a lot of Avenger's at the compound. And you never leave your room. It's a good thing you did, though. Just once. Otherwise you never would've met Bucky
âŚWritten In Skin đŠľđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽ - Bucky's been gone on a mission for about a week, and you love him, so you wait. And when he returns, he has a question that might finally let you say those three words aloud.
âŚLook Behind You đđđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽ - You've made a mistake. You've been reckless and fallen in love with Bucky. There's only one way to deal with this. Make a list.
âŚA Long, Long Time đđđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽ - The truth doesn't hurt. It's not freeing, either. It just sits in your chest, until it's pried out, and you're looking it the eyes with nowhere to run, and Bucky knows you love him. But he's not running either.
âŚFly Back Here, And Keep Warm đŠľđđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽ - Bucky hates you. He doesn't talk to you, or look at you, or linger in your presence for too long. But he's still saving you from the river. From the cold. And maybe, if you're not losing your mind, he doesn't really hate you at all.
âŚNot A Scar I'd Want To Fade đŠľđđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽ - Bucky can't remember anything, but he's not the Soldier. He simply can't remember. If you tell him something, he forgets everything again. But he always remembers you first
âŚAll I've Wanted Was You - Request! đŠľđđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽ - You have an arrangement with Bucky. You sleep together, and nothing more. Every time is supposed to be the last time. You love him too much keep this up and pretend it's not killing you. But it might be killing him too.
âŚAlong the Line đđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽ - After you get hit with a chemical on a mission, Bucky has to take care of you. But he won't do the one thing that will fix it, no matter how much you want him to. And he wants it too. Maybe more. And, at some point, something has to break.
âŚIn Uniform - Request! â¤ď¸âđĽđđ - Bucky brings you a surprise, and fulfills a fantasy.
âŚFeelin' Good â¤ď¸âđĽđđ - It's been a long, rough day, and it's easy to sink a little lower into worse feelings. Luckily, Bucky is always there to pick you back up.
âŚAll The Right Places đŠľđđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽ - Four times you broke the friends with benefits rules, and the one time you didn't.
âŚThese Nights đđâ¤ď¸âđĽ - Bucky gets home late, and you take care of each other.
âŚI Must Have Missed it in the Rain đđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽđ - You're, somehow, the best person for this undercover mission. The one where you have to pretend to be Bucky's girlfriend. You don't know why he agreed to it when he can't stand you. But you love him. So you'll get through it, if only to play pretend for one night.
âŚDon't You Know (You're Something Good) - Request! đŠľđđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽ - It's impossible to think that you could be worthy of him. That Bucky could ever want you back. But he's patient, and you're far more wrong than you think.
âŚLay Me Down đđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽđ - All you wanted in a roommate was someone not insane, who didn't shift anything in your life who didn't drive you out of your mind. You didn't get either of those things. You got Bucky Barnes
âŚI've Been Waiting (And So Have You) - Request đ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽđ - You've been in love with Bucky Barnes since you first saw him. You've waited for him, even when you knew it was pointless. Then, when you finally decide to move on, you ask him for help. But he doesn't seem to be putting his all into helping you find a relationship. And you can't seem to give yours to getting over him, at all.
âŚDon't Stop Haunting Meâ¤ď¸âđĽđđ - You and Bucky have a (sort of) quiet arrangement. He takes care of you, and you return the favor. And you've gotten pretty good at pretending you don't want more, but after the Halloween party, it's suddenly a lot harder to pretend. Good thing Bucky is feeling the exact same way.
âŚHow to Let Go - Request đ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽđ - After you meet Bucky at a gallery, he slowly, but certainly becomes a part of your life. An important one. One that could mean something. And you don't know how to do that. How to just be loved. But Bucky doesn't just walk away. And together, you learn.
âŚCan You Feel It (through you) đđâ¤ď¸âđĽ - After you meet Bucky at a gallery, he slowly, but certainly becomes a part of your life. An important one. One that could mean something. And you don't know how to do that. How to just be loved. But Bucky doesn't just walk away. And together, you learn.
âŚCold Eyes, Warm Hands đđđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽ - You know Bucky hates you. He's not secret about it. He hates you so much, he can't seem to stand you even getting along with an agent on a mission, and can't help but rush to your side when you need him. That's what hate is, right?
âŚHis Favorite Gift đâ¤ď¸âđĽ - On Christmas, the only thing Bucky needs is you.
âŚTipping Pointđ§Ąâ¤ď¸âđĽđ - You agree to friends with benefits, knowing Bucky already has your heart. Knowing that he's so blissfully unaware of it, that there's never any hope to be anything more. Which makes it strange, how possessive he's getting after you're flirted with at a party.
âŚThe Strawberries - request!đđ - Bucky keeps you secret from his team, but your effect on his life might not be something he can hide.Â
âŚIf You Care đđ§Ąđđ - Affection and relationships are the ruin of many a good woman. You're very careful, not to fall into that trap. Unfortunatly, Bucky might be the only one who can make you... stumble a bit.
âŚOur Ruins đđđ - you and bucky have an arragment, and Bucky breaks an unspoken rule.
âŚGoddamn, Manchild đđ§Ąđ - you and Bucky have been at odds since you first met. he can't stand you. you pretend you can't stand him. and if Bucky ever knew how you really felt, you think you might die. not when there's no chance he'd ever feel the same way. right?
âŚchoose me đđ§Ąđ - bucky isn't your boss, but he's still off limits. and even if he wasn't, there's no way he'd ever go for someone like you. weird that he matched with you on a dating app then, isn't it?
âŚneeded me đđ§Ąđ - you can't stand bucky barnes. despite all your attempts to get rid of him, he's always somewhere in your orbit. you say you hate it. hate him. but you're also a very good liar.
Mini Drabbles
âŚWhen He Gets Back From a Missionâ¤ď¸âđĽđđ
âŚHis Handsâ¤ď¸âđĽđ
âŚThe Caring of Bucky Barnes' Hairâ¤ď¸âđĽđđ
âŚSit Down, Doll - Requestâ¤ď¸âđĽđ
âŚBite Your Lip - Requestâ¤ď¸âđĽđđ
âŚTemptationâ¤ď¸âđĽđ
âŚWreckâ¤ď¸âđĽđ
âŚKeep Still â¤ď¸âđĽđ
âŚMine - Requestâ¤ď¸âđĽ
âŚCoolâ¤ď¸âđĽ
âŚBe Quietâ¤ď¸âđĽ
âŚpeaceful mornings - requestâ¤ď¸âđĽđ
âŚtight - requestâ¤ď¸âđĽđ
âŚrun around - requestâ¤ď¸âđĽđ
summary. most girls dream under the covers when the house goes quiet. youâre waiting for the soft scrape of boots on the fire escape, because the boy youâve loved forever is climbing through your window, and this time he isnât leaving before dawn.
word count. 6.5k
warnings. soft smut, 18+, MDNI, virginity loss (both reader and bucky), tit play, oral (f receiving), unprotected pnv, usage of nicknames (doll, sweetheart), no usage of y/n.
notes. kinda got stuck on the last part of babydoll, so please have this in the meanwhile. the images in moodboard do not depict the reader. there are no descriptions of the reader in this fic. both reader and bucky are above 18, but reader is portrayed as kind of innocent owing to the lack of sex education in that time period.
the window creaks just a little when bucky hauls himself through it. one boot catches on the sill so he has to hop awkwardly to keep himself from face-planting onto your rug.
moonlight stripes the room in silver and shadow, catching on the faded flower wallpaper your mama picked out when you were ten.
straightening up, he brushes dust off his jacket, and grins that crooked grin that always makes your stomach flip.
âthought your old man was gonna spot me climbinâ,â he whispers, voice going low in a way it gets when heâs trying not to laugh. ânearly took a header into the rose bushes.â
youâre already tucked under the covers, heart going a mile a minute.
your parents left for bridge night an hour ago. they just said theyâd be back late. and the house feels huge and quiet without them.
you pat the mattress beside you. âma and pa left an hour ago. get in here before someone calls the cops on you.â
he shrugs out of his jacket, and slides in next to you like heâs done it a hundred times, even though this is only the third time heâs managed to sneak over.
the bedâs narrow. it's your childhood bed with the iron headboard that squeaks if you move too fast. and he has to curl around you so you both fit comfortably. well, comfort might be a bigger word.
he smells like the cold night air and the gel he uses to keep his hair slicked back, and something thatâs just him.
his hairâs all messed up from the climb, cheeks pink from the cold.
âhi, doll,â he whispers, voice soft so the floorboards donât give him away, and then heâs right there in front of you, hands finding your waist like they belong there.
youâre in your nightgown, the off-white one with the tiny roses your ma sewed on last summer, with the covers pulled up to your chin like some nervous kid. which you kind of are, tonight.
when you tip your face up, he meets you halfway.
youâve kissed plenty. behind the bleachers after ball games, in the dark of the movie theater when the newsreels were on, pressed against the alley wall behind the diner when he walked you home from your shift the day before.
but tonight thereâs no curfew ticking in the back of your head and no worry about headlights sweeping the street.
tonight the house is yours. and so is he. his mouth moves slowly, lazily almost, like heâs got all the time in the world to taste you.
you fall back onto the pillows together, the mattress springs groaning just enough to make you both freeze and listen for footsteps that definitely arenât coming.
when it stays quiet, bucky huffs a laugh against your mouth. âthink weâre safe now, sweetheart.â
âyou always say that,â you whisper back, âand then mrs. gallagherâs dog starts barking.â
âmrs. gallagherâs dog can go jump in the east river.â
his mouth opens against yours again, tongue sliding in carefully like heâs asking permission even though youâve done this countless number of times. you make that little sound you always make when he does it right, and his hands tighten on your waist.
sliding up your side, his thumb brushes the edge of your breast through the thin cotton, and you make a small surprised sound against his lips.
he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark in the dim light. âthat okay?â his voice is hushed.
you nod. âyeah. just⌠tickles a little.â
he smiles. a small one, a shy one. and kisses you again, much deeper this time.
his fingers keep exploring, tracing the neckline of your gown, slipping under the fabric to find skin. your breath catches when his palm cups your breast.
you can feel that heâs trembling a little and that makes you feel less alone in how your own hands are shaking.
âyouâre so soft,â he murmurs against your mouth, like heâs surprised by it every time. his thumb brushes over your nipple and it stiffens instantly, sending a spark straight down between your legs. you arch without meaning to, and press closer to him.
youâve never let him touch you like this before. youâve thought about itâ lord, have you thought about it. lying in this same bed you've had your hand pressed between your thighs, not knowing why you like it, but wondering what his hands would feel like.
but thinking and doing are entirely two different things, and now that itâs happening you feel heat crawling up your neck.
âjamie,â you whisper, not sure if itâs fast or too slow to your liking.
searching your face, he asks,âtoo much?â
you shake your head quickly. âno. just⌠feels funny⌠good funny.â
his grin comes back softer. âgood funnyâs the best kind.â he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then the spot under your ear that makes your toes curl.
his hand keeps moving, gentle circles that make your nipple ache in a way youâve never felt before. you didnât know it could feel like this. like every touch is lighting little fires under your skin.
the buttons down the front of your gown are small and fiddly, and he fumbles with them, muttering âdarn thingsâ under his breath when the third one sticks.
a giggle slips past you as you reach down to help. together you get them open, and cool air hits your chest. he pushes the fabric aside slowly, like heâs unwrapping something precious, and when he sees you bare his breath stutters.
âyouâre shaking,â you tease, even though your own hands arenât much better.
âyeah, well, youâre beautiful,â he mutters, like that explains everything. his eyes are wide like heâs trying to memorize you. âjesus, doll.â
âdonât take the lordâs name in vain in my bedroom, james buchanan barnes,â you whisper, prim as sister mary margaret, and he snorts.
âsorry, sister.â but his hands are gentle when he pushes the gown off your shoulders, down your arms, until itâs bunched at your waist. youâre bare from the waist up now, and the shyness hits you.
âjeez. youâre⌠youâre so pretty.â
you want to hide, instinct making you cross your arms, but he catches your wrists and presses them to the pillow beside your head. âdonât. please. lemme look.â
there's a vulnerability in his voice even though you're the one who's undressed now. so you let him.
his gaze feels like a touch all its own. he lowers his head and kisses the slope of one breast, then the other. open-mouthed and soft kisses decorate your skin.
when his lips close around your nipple you gasp loud enough youâre glad the neighborsâ houses are far apart.
a tentative lick is what he starts with, then he gets bolder when you clutch at his hair. your nipple tightens under his touch, and he pulls back just enough to look.
âthey do that,â he says, wonder in his voice, like heâs discovering something brand new. âin the magazines, the girlsâ well, they get 'em hard like this.â
âyou and your dirty magazines,â you mumble, but youâre arching into his hand without meaning to.
âtheyâre educational,â he grins, but the grin fades when he lowers his head again and takes your nipple into his mouth again.
wet heat, gentle suction, and you make a sound you didnât know you could make. his tongue flicks experimentally, and you feel it everywhere. your fingers thread through his hair, holding him there because stopping feels impossible.
he switches to the other breast, hand kneading the one his mouth just left, rolling the wet nipple between his fingers carefully like heâs afraid heâll hurt you.
it doesnât hurt. it feels like the fourth of july in your chest, sparks running down your spine. youâre squirming under him now, thighs pressing together, trying to ease the ache thatâs building.
âjamie,â you breathe, not sure what youâre asking for.
he lifts his head, and his lips are shiny. âyeah? you okay?â
you nod fast. âmore than okay. justâdonât stop.â
he groans like youâve said something filthy and kisses down your stomach, pushing the nightgown lower as he goes. you lift your hips to help, and suddenly youâre naked except for your panties. those simple white cotton one with a little lace trim your ma bought you for your eighteenth birthday.
bucky sits back on his heels, just looking, taking you all in, and you want to die of embarrassment and also never want him to stop looking.
your hips shift restlessly against the mattress. thereâs a throb starting low in your belly, an emptiness you donât have words for. youâve felt something like it before, alone in the dark with your own fingers. but never this sharp. and never this urgent.
buckyâs breathing hard now. his forehead ispressed to your sternum, âtell me if i do somethinâ wrong,â his voice stays muffled. âi only know what i read in those magazines.â
you should tell him to stop bringing up the magazines every single sentence because you cannot fathom him looking at other girls who aren't you, even in paper. but you're way too breathless for that.
âit's mostly just ladies in their undies. but sometimes thereâs⌠diagrams.â his ears go pink. âfellas doinâ things with their mouths.â
your eyes widen. âtheir mouths?â
he nods, but there's a look on his face that tells you even he's a little unsure. âyeah. down⌠down there.â he gestures vaguely toward your lap and then looks like he wants the bed to swallow him. âi thought maybe⌠if you wanted⌠i could try.â
you stare at him. the idea is so shocking your brain stalls out for a second. âyou wanna put your mouth on my⌠myâŚâ
âprivates,â he supplies helpfully, then winces. âgeez, that sounds awful. your pussy, i mean.â he says the word like heâs testing it, and you can clearly see his cheeks flaming.
youâve never heard him say that before. youâve barely heard anyone say it. heat floods your face and other places. âjamie, thatâs⌠thatâs scandalous.â
âi know,â he says quickly. âwe donât have to. i just thoughtâ the magazines say ladies like it a whole lot. and i wanna make you feel good. more than just kissinâ and touchinâ up here.â he cups your breast again gently. âbut only if you want.â
you bite your lip. part of youâ the part raised on sunday school âwants to say no, thatâs too much. but the bigger part, the part that loves bucky barnes so fierce it hurts, wants to know what it feels like.
because youâre scandalized and curious in equal measure and nobody has ever told you about anything like this. your maâs big talk was âkeep your knees together till your wedding nightâ and that was that.
but this is jamie. your jamie, whoâs been walking you home since fifth grade, who punched tommy hanagan for stealing your lunch in seventh, who held your hand the night your granddad died.
you trust him with everything else. why not this?
âokay,â you whisper finally. âbut iâm⌠iâm nervous.â
âme too,â he admits, like he's relieved you said it first. âi never done this either. weâll figure it out together, yeah?â
when you nod, he kisses you again. this one's sweeter, like heâs thanking you.
then heâs moving down the bed, pushing the covers aside. the white cotton stares back at him, but he looks at them like theyâre silk.
his fingers hook in the waistband. âcan i?â
you lift your hips in answer, and he slides them down your legs carefully, like heâs afraid youâll change your mind any second. cool air kisses the curls between your thighs and you squeeze your eyes shut, mortified at him seeing a part of you, even you haven't properly seen before.
you kick your panties off when they get tangled at your ankles, and then youâre completely bare under him.
you squeeze your thighs together on instinct.
âhey,â his hands are on your knees. âopen up for me, doll? just a little?â
âjamieââ your voice comes out squeaky.
âhey,â he says softly. âlook at me.â
you open your eyes. heâs settled between your legs, propped on his elbows, gazing up at you with so much tenderness it makes your chest ache.
âyouâre perfect,â he says. âevery inch.â
then he lowers his head and presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh. another higher up. your legs want to close but he nudges them apart gently.
heâs staring again, closer now, and you feel yourself getting wetter under his gaze which is again â mortifying.
âitâsâpretty,â he says, awed. âall swollen andâgod, look at you.â his thumbs part you, spreading you open, and you almost hide your face in the pillow.
âjamie!â
âsorry, sorryâjust never seen one up close.â he sounds like a kid who just got a new bike for christmas. âthis part hereââ his thumb brushes something that makes your hips jerkââthatâs the part that feels best, right?â
âi donât know!â you squeak. ânobody tells girls anything!â
âwell iâm tellinâ you now,â he says. âgonna figure it out together.â
he leans in and you feel his breath first, warm against sensitive skin. then the flat of his tongue, one long slow lick from bottom to top, and your whole body lights up.
âoh my god.â
âtastes good,â he mumbles like he's embarrassed and proud all at once. âsweet.â
youâd laugh if you had breath. instead you just clutch the sheets, hips rocking without your permission.
pleased with himself, he does it again. and again. learning by the way you twitch, the sounds you make. when he circles that little bud at the top you nearly levitate off the bed.
âthere,â you gasp. ârightâright there, jamieââ
he focuses there, licking soft at first then firmer, figuring out the rhythm that makes your thighs shake. his hands slide under your hips, lifting you closer to his mouth like he canât get enough.
heâs messy about it, truly inexperienced, getting your taste all over his chin, but the enthusiasm more than makes up for technique.
it feels⌠indescribable. like every nerve in your body just woke up and decided to sing at once. youâre wet. you can feel it. and he must too because he groans quietly, the vibration making you twitch.
you feel the pressure building, unfamiliar and scary-good. your legs try to close around his head and he holds them open gently but also somehow firm.
âyeah?â he pulls off just long enough to talk, voice muffled against you. âthatâs it, doll. let it happen. wanna feel you cum on my mouth.â
you have no idea what that means exactly but your body does. long nights with your hands between your thighs never felt this good, never hit this high.
the wave crests suddenly, pleasure crashing over you so hard you cry out his name into the pillow to muffle it. your hips rock against his face, riding it out while he keeps licking soft through the aftershocks until youâre boneless and whimpering from overstimulation.
he crawls back up your body slowly, kissing your hip, your belly, between your breasts, until heâs hovering over you again. his mouth is shiny with you and his eyes are wild.
âwas that okay?â he asks, doubt laced questions. âdid i do it right?â
you pull him down into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, and wrap your arms around his neck.
âyou did more than okay,â you mumble. âi didnât know it could feel like that.â
he wraps his arms around you, pressing kisses to your hair. âme neither. magazines didnât say anything about how pretty you sound when you cum.â
you swat his chest weakly. âjamie!â but he pulls you closer, pressing soft kisses to your temple, then your jaw.
youâre still catching your breath, chest rising and falling quick over the rumpled sheets, when the curiosity hits you like a sudden itch.
you shift a little, legs still tangled with his, and poke him in the side like you used to when you were kids fighting over the last eclairs.
âhey,â you whisper, voice scratchy from all the noises you just made. âyou said you saw pictures of girls doing⌠that. have you seen pictures of boys too? like, all of âem?â
bucky lifts his head and blinks slowly as if he's processing it, and then starts laughing. it's quiet at first, then louder until he has to bury his face in the pillow so he doesnât wake the whole block.
you feel his ribs moving against yours and you start giggling too, because itâs such a dumb question but also not. definitely not tonight.
âdoll, i got the equipment,â his voice is so fond. âi see it every day when i take a shower. ainât exactly a mystery to me.â
you swat his chest, but youâre laughing harder now, the kind of laugh that hurts your stomach in the best way. âshut up, barnes. you know what i mean. like⌠close up. like you just did to me.â
he turns his head on the pillow, looking at you with that half-smile thatâs been getting you in trouble since sophomore year. âyeah, i seen some. not as many. the fellas pass around the ones with dames mostly. but yeah, thereâs pictures.â
you bite your lip, feeling bold and shy at the same time, the way you felt when you asked him to the sophomore dance even though everybody said girls werenât supposed to ask boys.
âwell,â you tryto sound casual and fail, âi ainât seen any. and you just got an eyeful of me, so⌠fairâs fair, jamie.â
his eyebrows shoot up. he wasnât expecting that. you can tell because his mouth opens and closes once like a fish, and his ears go pink. âyou wanna see me?â he asks, like it's unbelievable what just came out your mouth.
âyeah,â you nod quickly before you lose your nerve. âi mean, iâve only ever felt you through your slacks when you got hard like some kinda pervert when i kissed you. i wanna see what all the fuss is about.â
he laughs again. âpervert, huh? thatâs rich coming from the girl who just came on my tongue.â
âjames buchanan!â you hiss, but youâre grinning so wide your cheeks hurt.
he shrugs out of his shirt first, fingers fumbling the buttons because heâs watching your face instead of what heâs doing.
the shirt lands on the floor next to your nightgown, and you get your first real look at his chest without a undershirt in the way and between four walls.
thereâs a faint line of hair running down the middle, and his shoulders are broader than you remember from swimming at the beach last summer.
you reach out without thinking to trace the scar on his ribs from when he fell off his bike delivering papers in eighth grade.
âstill there,â you murmur, thumb brushing it gently.
âyep. you kissed it better back then, remember? told me i was gonna have a cool story.â
âyou cried,â you remind him.
âi did not cry. i had something in my eye.â
âboth eyes?â
he tackles you back onto the pillows, kissing you quietly, and youâre both laughing into each otherâs mouths again.
when he pulls back his eyes are serious even though his mouthâs still smiling. âyou sure?â he asks. âi ainât exactly clark gable.â
âyouâre better,â you say, and mean it. âyouâre mine.â
you see in the way his throat moves, that it gets him.
standing up, his buckle clinks loud in the quiet room. and you sit up too, pulling the sheet to your chest even though heâs already seen everything.
he shoves his slacks down, steps out of them awkwardly when one foot gets caught, and then heâs just in his boxers. it's the white cotton gone a little gray at the waistband from too many washes.
thereâs a bulge there thatâs been pressing against your thigh all night, and now you can see the shape of him clearly. your mouth nearly goes dry.
âgo on,â you say, voice barely above a whisper. âall of it.â
bucky hooks his thumbs in the waistband and hesitates. âyouâre starinâ like iâm about to do a striptease at the club.â
âmaybe i want a private show,â you tease, but your hands are twisting the sheets.
he pushes the boxers down slowly, and his cock springs free, curving up towards his stomach.
youâve felt it before, grinding against you in the back of movie theaters, but seeing it is different.
itâs thicker than you pictured, flushed dark, with a bead of wet at the tip. the hair at the base is darker than on his head, and to be honest, a bit curly.
bucky kicks the boxers away and stands there, hands on his sides like he doesnât know what to do with them. âwell?â he tries for cocky and misses by a mile. âthis what you were expectinâ?â
you shake your head. it's not exactly no, but not an yes either. you're just overwhelmed. âitâs⌠bigger than i thought.â
he groans. âjesus, doll, you tryinâ to kill me?â
âno!â you say quickly. âitâs good bigger. i think. i donât know, iâve neverââ you gesture helplessly. âcan i touch it?â
he just nods. âyeah. please. i meanâif you want.â
you scoot to the edge of the bed, sheet still clutched to your chest with one hand, and reach out with the other. your fingers brush the length of him, and he jerks like you shocked him.
the skinâs hot, softer than you expected. when you wrap your hand around him, he makes a low sound.
âlike this?â you ask, stroking him the way youâve imagined when youâre alone in this same bed thinking about him.
âyeahâgod, yeahâjust like that.â his hands hover at his sides, then settle on your shoulders. âlittle tighter if you want. or not. whatever feelsâahâfeels right.â
you experiment, thumb swiping over the head to spread the wetness there. âthat partâs real sensitive,â he hisses. âlike yourâuhâthe little button i found earlier.â
you keep stroking, watching his face, the way his eyes flutter half-closed. itâs power and love all mixed up, knowing youâre doing this to him. knowing he trusts you this much.
âdoes it always stick up like this?â you ask.
âonly when iâm thinkinâ about you,â he says, and then winces. âthat sounded cheesier out loud than in my head.â
you laugh and lean in to kiss his stomach just above where your handâs working. âi liked it.â
he threads fingers through your hair. âyou canâexplore all you want, doll. i ainât goinâ nowhere.â
you trace the vein along the underside, and feel the weight of his balls when you cup them. he jolts and mutters your name.
you lean closer, nose brushing the hair there to breath him in. he smells like soap and sweat and something sharper, and you want to memorize it.
âtastes salty,â you say after one brave lick at the tip.
buckyâs knees almost buckle. âchrist, give a guy some warning.â
âsorry,â you say, not sorry at all, and do it again just to hear that exact sound he makes.
he pulls you upafter a minute, hands under your arms like you weigh nothing, and kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue probably.
âyour turn to lie down,â he says against your mouth. âi wanna look at you some more while you touch me. fairâs fair, remember?â
you let the sheet fall, nerves buzzing again because now youâre both completely naked in the lamplight. there's no more hiding.
pulling you close so your frontâs pressed to his side, one of his legs slides between yours. his cockâs trapped between your bellies, hot and twitching every time you move.
bolder now, you reach down again, and he mirrors you, hand sliding between your thighs to pet you, still slick from earlier. youâre both shaking a little, breathing the same air.
âweâre really doinâ this,â you whisper, like saying it louder might jinx it.
âyeah,â he whispers back. âbeen waitinâ forever for you.â
âme too,â you kiss him while your hand keeps moving on him, learning every inch, every sound he makes when you do something he likes. his fingers circle that spot again, and you rock into his touch because it still feels like magic.
you realise he's not touching you to get you off, but just touching because he cannot seem to stop.
you shift your hips a little bit, feeling him against your thigh, and the question thatâs been bouncing around your head since he climbed through the window finally tumbles out. âjamie,â your voice is small in the quiet, âis this⌠is this what people do on their wedding night? all the touching and theâthe mouth stuff?â
hair falls in his eyes as he lifts his head, and gives you that look heâs had since you were kids. like you just asked if the skyâs really blue. âthis is part of it,â his fingers still moving, touching you there. âbut thereâs more. the big part.â
you blink up at him, brain fuzzy from everything heâs already done. âmore? like what?â
embarrassed and turned on all at once, his cheeks go red again. âyou know. when the guy⌠puts it in.â
your eyes go wide. you knew that much. well, sort of. whispers from older girls at school, your maâs tight-lipped warnings about âmarital dutiesâ
but nobody ever said how or what it felt like or anything useful. âoh,â you breathe. âthat.â
âyeah, that.â he kisses your forehead, then your nose, like heâs trying to gentle the idea into you. âthe magazines show it. and the fellas talk. but i ainât neverâobviously.â
âme neither,â you chime in quickly, like he mightâve forgotten. âso how do we evenâŚ?â
his shoulder bumps yours teasingly. âi guess we figure it out. like everything else tonight.â his hand leaves you to trail up your belly, and he rolls half on top of you again.
his cock nudges your thigh, leaving a wet streak, and you feel that ache start up again in your stomach. like your body already knows what it wants even if your headâs still catching up.
âyou want to?â he is serious now. âwe donât have to. we could just keep doing what we been doin'. i liked that plenty.â
you think about it for a second because this feels big, bigger than sneaking out or stealing kisses behind the gym.
but again it's james, who told you he loved you first under the stars at coney island on the fourth of july.
âi want to,â you say, and it comes out steadier than you feel. âwith you. tonight.â
his whole face softens when he kisses you, you understand it's just thank you without words. when he pulls back his eyes are shiny. âokay. but you tell me if it hurts or if you wanna stop, alright? i ainât gonna be mad.â
âsame goes for you,â you tease, poking his chest. âif iâm too much for you, james barnes, you just say the word.â
âdoll, youâve been too much for me since we were twelve. ainât stoppinâ now.â
you both laugh and he reaches down between you, hand wrapping around himself to line up.
you feel the blunt head nudge against you, sliding through the wet heat, and you suck in a breath. itâs hotter than you expected, and bigger feeling than looking.
âlittle bit at a time,â he mutters, mostly to himself.
just the tip breaches you when he pushes forward slowly, and you both freeze at the stretch.
âoh,â you gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders.
it doesnât hurt exactly. it just feels full.
âyou okay?â his voice is tight, like heâs holding back hard.
âyeah. just⌠a lot.â
âtell me about it,â he mutters and his laugh is breathy. âyouâre soâtight. jesus.â
when you wiggle a little to try and adjust to him, he groans out loud. âdonât do that yet, doll, or thisâll be over before it starts.â
âsorry,â you whisper, but youâre smiling because he looks wrecked already, with his eyes squeezed shut.
he rocks forward another inch and you feel yourself open around him, the burn starting now. your legs spread wider on instinct, knees hitching up to go right around around his hips.
âmore?â his voice cracks.
âyeah. keep going.â
he slowly slides forward, pulling back a tiny bit each time to ease the way, until heâs halfway in and youâre both sweating. you can feel every throb of him inside you, the way he twitches when you clench without meaning to.
âgod, you feelââ he starts, then stops, shaking his head like his words are failing him.
âyou too,â you manage. âlikeâlike you belong there.â
surging forward, he buries the rest of him in one smooth push, and you both moan at the same time. heâs all the way in now, hips flush to yours, and you feel so full you could cry.
he stills, while panting against your neck. âtell me when,â he whispers. âi ainât movinâ till you say.â
you take a minute to just breath deep, letting your body get used to him. you can feel the burn fading, turning into something else. it's a sort of pressure that feels good when you shift your hips experimentally.
âokay,â you say finally. âmove. please.â
he pulls out damn slowly, almost all the way, then slides back in to the hilt. the drag feels incredible in every way, making you arch up into him.
âlike that?â he asks, like he's seeking reassurance.
âyeahâagain.â
he finds a rhythm, shallow at first, rocking more than thrusting, watching your face like itâs the only thing in the world. your heels dig into his back, urging him deeper.
âharder?â he asks after a few minutes, when your moans get louder.
you nod fast and whisper. âyeah. i wonât break, jamie.â
kissing you deep like he never wants to leave, he snaps his hips sharper. the bed creaks under you both, headboard tapping the wall, and you hope the neighbors are heavy sleepers.
youâre climbing again, that same feeling from his mouth but deeper now, wound tight around where heâs moving inside you.
your hands roam his back, nails scratching whatever slope of muscle you can find, earning a shudder from him.
âi love you,â he mutters against your lips, over and over like he canât stop. âlove you so damn much.â
âi love you too,â you gasp into his mouth, letting him eat your words right off your tongue. âalwaysâalways have.â
shifting his angle a little, he grinds against that spot inside you that makes you see stars. your whole body tightens around him, clenching so tight you don't know where you end and he begins.
âthereâright thereâdonât stopââ
he hammers that spot relentlessly, one hand snaking between you to rub messy circles over your clit. the pleasure coils brutal, tighter and tighter until youâre sobbing his name into his mouth.
âbuckyâiâmââ
âyeah,â he pants. âme tooâgod, youâre squeezinâ meââ
you come hard, clenching around him in waves, crying out into his shoulder to muffle it. he follows right after you, burying deep and spilling hot inside you with a broken groan of your name.
you think maybe this is what all the songs are about, the ones on the radio that make your ma sigh and your pa roll his eyes. this shaky, perfect thing between you and your jamie, built on years of shared candy and secrets and now this. your bodies learning each other in your childhood bedroom.
he collapses half on top of you, careful not to crush you even as he comes down from his high. both of you are breathing like you ran from brooklyn to queens.
and that's when you feel him pulse, still inside you where he belongs..
when he's finally caught his breath, he lifts his head with hair plastered to his forehead. a goofy grin greets you. âso thatâs the more, huh?â
swatting his arm yet agaun, âyeah. think i like the more.â
it was nothing like the first time he kissed you, but also everything like that at the same time.
he kisses you again lazily, tasting salt and you, and stays inside, softening slow, neither of you willing to break the join just yet.
the steady thump of his heart against yours lulls you, but you fight the pull of sleep because you donât want this night to end, not ever. and right then, with him still buried deep and your legs tangled tight, the world outside the window feels a million miles away.
âso,â you say after a bit, staring at the ceiling where the streetlight paints stripes through the blinds. âthat was⌠the real thing. not just fooling around in steveâs car with the windows fogged up.â
âyeah,â he breathes, fingers drawing lazy circles on your hip. âthe real thing.â he pauses wondering whether to say or not, then adds, âbetter than any magazine ever made it look.â
you feel your face heat up again, even after everything. âyouâre comparing me to those girls?â
he props himself up on an elbow. his eyes are wide and serious, like he's deciding whether to defend himself or apologise. âno! god, no. those girls ainât got nothing on you. theyâre justâ paper. they're posed and fake. thisââ he gestures between you, hand waving vague at your naked bodies under the sheetsââthis was us. it's us being messy, loud and perfect.â
you smile at that, reaching up to wipe the sweat off his forehead. âyou werenât so quiet yourself, jamie. thought for sure you were gonna wake the whole neighborhood when youââ
âshut up,â he groans, flopping back down and hiding his face against your neck. but heâs laughing too, you can tell by the way his shoulders are shaking. âi couldnâ help it. you were squeezinâ me likeâchrist, i donât even know.â
âlike a lemon?â you tease.
"sweetheart, there's so many things you coulda said and you went with lemon?" he snorts.
heat crawls up to your neck, the way he's teasing you back, reminding you of how much you love him and want him. "oh no, jamie! now i wan' the lemonade they sell in coney island."
blue eyes stare back at you in earnest, "i'll get it first thing tomorrow morning, what do ya say?"
"yes," you let the enthusiasm get to you as you pepper kisses over his jaw.
he mimics your antics, then finds your lips like that's what he was destined for and pulls you in for a slower, hungrier, deeper kiss.
you tilt your head up, nose brushing his jaw. ânow now, what's that for, barnes?â
he huffs this soft laugh that shakes his chest. âtryinâ to figure out how i got this lucky,â he says. âand also wonderinâ if i hurt you more than youâre lettinâ on.â
"you didnât,â you quickly say, pressing your palm over his heart to feel it thump steadily under your hand. âi mean, it stung at first, yeah, but then it was⌠i donât even have words, james. it was you inside me. thatâs all i could think. not pain. just you.â
his eyes go soft, that blue youâve known since you were six and he shared his popsicle with you on the stoop even though it was cherry and he loved cherry.
he leans down and kisses presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. âkept thinkinâ i was gonna wake up,â he admits quiet. âlike this was one of those dreams i have where weâre older and married and i wake up reachinâ for you and you ainât there yet.â
your throat gets tight. you hate those dreams for him. hate that heâs had them since he was sixteen and his pa started talking about the war like it was coming whether they wanted it or not.
âiâm here now,â you whisper. ânot goinâ anywhere.â
he nods against your hair, but you feel the worry still clinging to him. buckyâs always carried tomorrow on his back. you figure tonight just added a few more. what if you get pregnant? what if he ships out? what if this was the only time you get?
you push the thoughts awaybecause theyâre yours too and you donât want them ruining this.
instead you think about how safe you felt even when it hurt a little, how his arms shook but he held himself so carefully over you. you think about the way he looked at you when he came inside. like you gave him something huge and sacred and he knows it.
âyouâre thinkinâ loud,â he murmurs, lips against your temple.
âam not.â
âare too. i can hear the gears turninâ.â he pulls back enough to see your face, thumb brushing your cheek. âtell me.â
you hesitate, then let it out in a rush. âi keep thinkinâ about how much i love you it hurts sometimes. like right now my chest feels too small for it. and iâm scared thatâs gonna make me cry and then youâll think you did somethinâ wrong.â
his face does this thing. it goes soft and fierce at once. âcry if you want,â his voice goes rough. âi love you so much it hurts me too. been hurtinâ since we were kids and i didnât know what to do with it except walk you home every day and carry your books.â
you feel the tears prick and blink fast to wish them away, but one slips out anyway. he catches it with his thumb, kisses the wet trail.
âhappy tears?â he asks, like he's uncertain.
âthe happiest,â you mean it when you say.
he settles back down, tucking you closer, and you listen to his heartbeat.
your own thoughts drift softer now. how his shoulders felt under your hands, the little sounds he made when he was close, the way he kept checking your face like your pleasure mattered more than his. you think about how clumsy you both were and how perfect it still felt.
you think maybe love isnât just the big moments like this. maybe itâs the quiet after, when heâs tracing your spine and youâre counting his freckles and neither of you needs to say anything because you already know.
âjamie?â you whisper after a while.
âhm?â
âwhen we get married someday⌠can our bed be bigger than this one? my hipâs kinda hanginâ off the edge.â
he laughs, this big rumbling sound that shakes you both, and rolls so youâre on top of him instead. his hands settle on your back.
âdeal,â he says. âbiggest bed in brooklyn. and no creaky springs.â
âand no mrs. gallagherâs dog barking,â he adds.
you smile into his neck, listening to him make plans like tomorrowâs promised, and for tonight you let yourself believe it is.
after all, you will always have the perfect night with the love of your life. and nothing's more perfect than all your firsts belonging to him.
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extras. i just googled âattractive actor of the 1940sâ and got clark gableâs name, so i have no idea who he is đ also, in my head, the war never comes and these two babies live forever. 40s bucky is such a sweetheart, i love writing him sm đĽš
"only 90s kids remember-" wrong, if you're poor and/or rural enough, old tech and fashion doesn't just disappear when it stops being trendy. We had dial-up until 2012
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âyouâre really gonna make me leave baby?â heâs frowning. frowning like a child while he stands by your apartment door as youâre actively trying to shove him out. âi brought flowers.â he looks over to them on your table, sitting in a vase he brought with a sappy note attached to it. he looks back at you with puppy eyes to try and convince you further.
âyes, i am.â you just keep on pushing him trying to hurry him out your door but making next to no progress. you know youâll win eventually though. you guess in about 5 minutes youâll compromise and say he can actually kiss you next time if he leaves. âiâm not looking for a relationship right now, gojo. i donât need you all fawny over me. now leave.â
his lips quiver like theyâre about to cry. his hands even grip harder on the change of clothes he brought incase youâd let him sleepover this time and the fabric scrunches beneath his touch.
âso youâre just using me for my body?â he knows damn well you are. for gods sakes you met him at a bar and had told him you just wanted rebound dick from your last breakup. his other hand pushes on the door frame, steadying him and rendering him completely still. you stop pushing at this point. heâll leave eventually.
âyouâre a great person ,â you feel like youâve said this before, and by his hurt face it looks like he has too, unfortunately now seeing it from the other side. âbut i canât deal with all this mopey shit. i have work, billsââ
âi can pay them!â he suggests, perking up like thatâs the only word he heard. âor you could move in with me!â heâs back to that prince charming smile you can just tell he abused back in college.
âthatâs not it, gojoââ
âi love you,â he grabs your wrists, dropping his clothes he was holding, that were by your side and brings them up to his face, forcing you to cup his jaw. you stare up at him. âi can wait, sweetheart! i canâi really can!â heâs like a child trying to convince their mother they wonât act too crazy on sugar.
he stays going off on a tangent now, gripping your wrists even tighter unconsciously.
âi-i can buy you anything. my friends would love youâespecially utahime, you hate me like her i guess. i already give you good dick, i mean you were just moaning not to long agoââ you start to drown him out.
ââjust one date. if you really do hate me you can slap me after it, just let me try. please? donât be so cold hearted, baby.â
âgojo,â he looks disappointed already, like heâs anticipating a terrible answer. âcome here.â you gesture with your hands for him to lean closer. you plop a delicate, just barely there, chaste kiss on his cheek. âgo home.â you deadpan.
and best believe heâs showing up at your door the next evening awaiting another one.
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Hey guyssss! So I'd like to introduce my work to all of you, it's a Y/n reader fanfic, an inserted character in the MCU, starting story at The Winter Soldier to show her hardships and her story. This is the epilogue of my fanfic story called "Nocturna Series book 1: The Winter and Cyrevra by S.D. Requiem, and I really wish for you guys to give it a shot and support me through this because I've put my heart and love into this fanfic so I really wish that you guys give this a shotđ¤§
The story is about a girlâ (you the reader), was kidnapped by hydra and had Bucky as your friend during Hydra era.
The story is ongoing, I've only released 5 chapters, because the others are undergoing editing because there's tons of grammatical errors. Also it's in the title as well, Series. This won't be the only book, I plan to make the age of ultron, avengers, and civil war series where the romance will start. Yes there will be a romance. Because after that... Homecoming will soon happened⨠Where the reader's love interest is Peter Parker.
Other than that... I hope you guys enjoy the story, and support it. Read my ongoing story!
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