summary: you bough magnets for bucky's arm, forgetting that vibranium is not magnetic
warnings: fluff, no use of y/n, gn!reader, drunk!reader, alcohol consumption, tears, bucky in love™ (if i missed any pls lmk!)
word count: 0.8k
A/N: i saw this post by @redwolf1123 and i couldn't help myself! this is my first ever bucky fic! i hope i did him justice :) English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammar/ spelling mistakes. feedback is appreciated!
The living room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the floor lamp casting a warm ambiance. Bucky Barnes sat on the olive-colored couch, resting his head on the taupe throw pillows you'd fawned over at the flea market, obsessing over the embroidered leaves on the pillows, exclaiming how well they'd match with the couch you'd bought when you first moved in the apartment. That was a memory he was fond of. It was after your first year together- when you moved in together, deciding to look for apartments in Brooklyn.
His legs were propped up comfortably on the other end of the couch. A copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray you gifted him sat in his hands, his eyes flitting over each word, totally engrossed in the worn-out book with deckle edges and a spine that can barely hold up itself he'd read many times.
He looked up from his reading as muffled giggles and the clinking of keys sounded from outside, along with a few curse words as you tried to fit the keys into the lock. After a minute or so, the front door creaked open, and in you came, a stumbling, drunken mess. Bucky's heart skipped a beat at the sight of you, his heart constricting at the bright look on your face as your eyes zeroed in on him.
"Hi, baby!" You called out, your voice slightly slurred with the telltale signs of a fun night out with your friends.
Bucky closed his book, placed it on the coffee table, and waited for you to reach the couch, a smile spreading across his face. He loved these moments- when you returned home all giddy and carefree. You were a ray of sunshine, lighting up his dark, lonely world.
"Hey, doll," Bucky replied, his voice filled with affection, and adoration, as he watched you walk towards him. His eyes were twinkling with love as you finally reached him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, guiding you into his lap, and you immediately snuggled up, like it was second nature for you- which it was. "You had a good time tonight?"
You nodded enthusiastically, your head all but bopped up and down and swayed from side to side, your face flushed. "The best time! We danced, and- and we... oh! I have something for you!" You reached into your purse, retrieving a small package wrapped in colorful paper.
Bucky's curiosity was piqued as he took the package from you, carefully unwrapping it, and revealing a set of magnets. His eyes widened in surprise. "Magnets?"
You nodded again, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "For your arm!" Your words slurred slightly as you laughed, your intoxication making the idea seem absolutely brilliant.
You took out a heart-shaped magnet, trying to stick it on Bucky's arm, to no avail. It kept falling; you huffed, annoyed, and took out another magnet from the set, this time, one shaped like a rocket ship. Aggravation was quick to take the place of your excitement when it kept falling as well.
Bucky chuckled softly, his heart melting at your drunken enthusiasm. He glanced down at his vibranium arm, knowing that the magnets wouldn't stick, he felt kind of guilty having to break the news to you. "Doll, vibranium isn't magnetic."
Your smile faltered, and your brows furrowed in disappointment. Your intoxicated glee quickly transformed into genuine heartbreak, as tears welled up in your eyes. "I... I didn't think about that," you murmured, voice laced with sadness and disappointment.
Bucky's heart ached at the sight of your distress. He gently cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear that had escaped. "Hey, hey, it's alright," he whispered soothingly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You didn't know. It's the thought that counts."
You sniffled, lower lip trembling. "But I wanted to your arm to look even cooler. Imagine how cool it would look with magnets, Buck."
Bucky's heart swelled with love and adoration. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing at your antics. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you sighed at the feathery touch of his lips, seemingly content for the time being.
"I love you, Bucky," you whispered, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips, your eyes shimmering with affection.
"I love you more than words can express," Bucky confessed, his voice filled with sincerity.
At that moment, everything else faded away. Sat in Bucky's lap, wrapped in his arms, your love for one another radiating throughout the room.
"C'mon," Bucky ushered, "let's get you to bed, honey." His voice was gentle.
"Next time, I'm getting stickers," you mumbled to yourself, a very serious look on your face.
Bucky smiled blissfully, a blush adorning his face. As he held you, he knew that his love for you was unbreakable, even in the face of small disappointments. Your bond was stronger than any magnet could ever be.
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Summary: You finally tell your friends and crew what your ring is for.
The wind blew in the sails, carrying the Volkvolny across the open seas. Almost the whole crew were up on deck, a few squallers minding the sails but mostly letting the natural wind do the work. Tamar and Tolya had gathered a small group of people and settled down for a few rounds of cards. Nikolai had sat down on the floor up on quarterdeck, a map laid out in front of him. You were out on request of the king so Nikolai hadn’t bothered to tailor himself. You kept close to Ravkan shores anyway and it was his waters so neither of you were especially worried. You stood behind him, watching over his shoulder as he studied it. Usually he would keep all of his maps down in the captain’s cabin but the sun was out and the soft breeze was refreshing. And you were out here on deck. That was always a plus.
After a while Nikolai rolled up the map and stood to leave it in his cabin. You just gave him a nod and a smile before Tamar shouted for you to join them. They had sat down on the main deck at a bench and used a crate as a table. You smiled in thanks when Tolya handed you a set of cards. Your ring flashed in the sun when you took them from him and you saw his gaze flickering down to it for just a second. When you’d played for a while, Tolya brought it up.
“What’s that ring for? You always wear it and you’ve been wearing it since I met you,” he placed down his card in the pile and looked up at you. You smirked and placed down your card as well, leaving you victorious, “you know I won't tell you.” He shrugged, “worth a shot.” Tamar looked at you with raised eyebrows, “your heart rate picked up,” she stated with a smirk and placed a card in the pile. A faint blush covered your cheeks and you looked away from her for a second, and that was your mistake.
“You’re in love with someone!” she exclaimed and turned to face you fully. You let out a surprised huff and laughed softly, “what?”
“Who’s in love?” Nikolai’s deep voice cut you off and you all turned towards him. The sun made his hair look golden. His hazel eyes looked like they had pieces of gold flowing in them and the blue of his jacket complimented his looks very well. It blew softly in the wind and tugged at the ends. Your Y/H/C hair was up but a few strands got caught in the wind and Nikolai had to tear his gaze away from you, his breath caught in his throat for a second. Tamar smirked and turned to you again.
“Dear Y/N here. Her ring is a ring from a lover.”
“Well that’s no news,” Nikolai smiled and sat down beside Tolya and you all returned to the game but continued talking. Tolya seemed a bit upset at his statement, “what do you mean ‘no news?’ You knew?” He turned to Nikolai who just shrugged and smirked at him. Tamar let out a huff, “you bastard,” she mumbled and both you and Nikolai burst out laughing.
“But I’m right, then? You are in love?” Tamar pressed. They’d finished playing and Tolya had lost. Now the cards just laid in a pile in the crate and all the attention was directed towards you. You searched for Nikolai’s gaze and he gave you a quick, almost unnoticeable nod.
“Yeah, you are. I'm in love.” Tamar smirked at that and gave you a nod to continue.
“What? What do you want me to say?” you laughed and started gathering together the cards again in a proper pile.
“Well, is it a promise ring? Or how far along are we talking?” Tolya said and encouraged you to tell them all of it. Nikolai just shook his head in amusement. That it could be so interesting to know about your love life, but he stayed anyway. He wanted to see their reactions if you decided to tell them the truth.
“It’s… It’s a wedding ring, actually,” you confessed and twisted the ring on your finger. The gemstones glittered in the sun and the gold shined. You had decided to just wear the wedding ring on your finger and hung the promise ring and the engagement ring on a chain around your neck, hiding away the Lantsov emerald from plain sight. Tolya gaped at your statement and then he turned to Nikolai.
“You knew she's married?” he asked, stunned that you’d told Nikolai and not them. You were all very close friends and Tolya thought that you’d tell them all if you were to tell anyone. But so the case didn’t seem to be because Nikolai knew. Your husband chuckled, “fortunately enough, I do.” Tolya turned to Tamar, feeling a bit betrayed but in a joking manner, of course. Tamar, intrigued, turned to Nikolai too, deciding it probably would be easier to get him to spill what he knew than to try to ask you.
“Do you know who he is?” She lifted an eyebrow at him and leaned forward and rested her head in her hand. Nikolai’s gaze flicked to yours, amusement swirling in his eyes and a smirk resting on his lips.
“Would be weird if I didn’t.”
“Well, tell us,” The twins demanded. Nikolai just smirked and with a laugh he lifted his own left hand where a golden wedding band rested on his ring finger.
“Him? You’re married to him?” Tamar turned back to you, surprised but when she thought about it, it made sense. You always hung around Nikolai, often touching him, whether it was a hand on his shoulder, a hand threading through his hair or your elbows or knees touching. And if you weren’t with him your gaze always traveled the area as if taking in the scenery, but in reality, you were just looking for him. She’d never thought about it before but those days when something went bad or when he was hurt, or maybe just having a tough day and he disappeared into his captain’s cabin, you disappeared too. You watched as the puzzle pieces started to fit together in her head and you just nodded.
“How long?” Tolya wondered out loud. Nikolai smiled, “a few years.” You nodded along with a smile “how long have you seen me wear this ring?”
Tamar smiled, she knew you were telling the truth, but still, it was fun to tease you both, “prove it,” she demanded with a laugh.
“Prove it?” Nikolai wondered, “what do you mean prove it? Isn’t the rings pretty big proof, or how do they marry in Shu Han?” Tamar smirked, “I demand to see a kiss.” Nikolai turned to you and you just shrugged. They were your closest friends, it didn’t matter if they saw you kiss one time. You took the hand Nikolai reached out to you and he pulled you to your feet. With one arm around your waist and one cupping your face, he pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you, burying your hands in his golden locks. You heard them cheer you on and Nikolai smiled into the kiss. When the two of you pulled away, Nikolai held you close to him anyway, looking into your eyes and smiling like an idiot, happy that you finally could show your relationship among your friends.
Laughing at the idea of a pizza guy showing up to Mafia!Bucky’s house unexpected and security thinking it’s some sort of a trap.
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader (and their daughter, nicknamed Bumblebee.)
AN: Unbetad drabble. Written on my phone without my contacts in so excuse any errors.
Part of the Bumblebee Series
You have the worlds best security protecting your home. No one gets past them. Including the pizza delivery guy.
You and Bee watch from the front door, exasperated. She's on your hip, clutching the money in one hand, pointing at the end of the driveway with the other. "I'm hungwy. Mommy, tell them we needs our pizza."
You're trying.
The guards are too busy interrogating the poor delivery driver to answer the phone. You are not about to run out barefoot in this weather, it's cold enough just standing here.
Switching tactics, you call Bucky's office line, he's finishing up a few things before dinner. He picks up on the first ring, you speak over his greeting. "The guys aren't letting the delivery driver in. I keep trying and —"
"We needs our pizza Mr. Nino. Pwease let him go, I has his monies." Bee yells out the door, waving her hand at the guard staring down at the lanky driver. "Mommy tell Papa to help us."
Her woleful little plea make Bucky laugh, he imagines how you both must look huddled in the doorway, you glaring at the men while his baby bargains with them.
You and Bumblebee fall silent, looking in unison at your phone. He cuts himself off, cringing under the weight of the affronted quiet air seeping through the line, wrapping around the mobster. Bucky is an astute man and he realizes where he messed up without saying a word—no joking when his girls are hungry.
Clearing his throat, he grabs his cell off his desk, firing off a series of rapid texts. "Your food will be there in less than a minute Malyshka."
You hum non-committally while Bee huffs.
It gets there in less than 30 seconds.
The ruffled, only slightly bruised, delivery driver is apprehensive until Bee hands him the very generous tip that she picked out by herself. Apparently the stack of bills is more than enough to make up for being roughed up judging by the way he's thanking your daughter. Your jaw goes slack when he promises to not say a word and the next time you order to please ask for him personally. The man practically skips back to his car, waving as he drives away.
Bee waves back, yelling out a happy 'tank you for my pizzas.'
At least you're not banned from Antonio's.
Closing the door, you balance the boxes and your wiggling baby, making your way to the warm, dim living room. Everything is ready. Her movies are queued up, blankets piled on the couch. Daisy sleeping on a cushion next to Mr. Tato.
You get about five steps in when the boxes are lifted from your hand and a soft kiss is pressed into the side of your neck. "Smells good. What are we watching?"
"Who said you could join us Mr. Barnes?" You tease, brow raising as you glance at your husband.
Bee chimes in. "Me. I did mommy."
Her cheerful answer has you giggling. Bucky grins at her, mouthing Thank you Bee. She continues, beaming at her Papa before turning her gaze to you. "I loves when Papa watches movies with us. And—and we has to make sure he isn't hungwy cause if he is Papa'll eat all my froot woops Mommy."
His grin slips off his bearded face. A smirk slides across your lips. An unperturbed, unaware Bee scoots down your leg. Balancing on her tiptoes, she takes his hand.
"It's okay Papa, you can have 'em too but we needs to share," she offers, hopping into the living room. "You has one woop and then I has two woops. Mommy says that's how we 'pose to share with you."
It does.
That's not exactly what you said. Close enough. Bucky follows his bouncing toddler, his eyes narrowing in your direction. That giggle building in your chest turns into a full blown laugh at his faux offended look. "Sounds fair."
Bee pulls him over to the couch. "You can sit with me and Mr. Tato"
Bucky continues staring at you over his shoulder, his dark gaze brimming with unspoken promises of revenge and a tinge of yearning as they drop to your stomach, every mention of the froot loop incident is a stark reminder of your little secret.
He can wait until you're ready to tell him.
Until then he's going to enjoy movie night with his favorite girls. And Mr. Tato.
summary: Pouty Y/n gets jealous when her grump of a man is approached by a certain woman; she can't help but stomp her foot and whine, showing everyone that he's hers and vice versa (Dom!Henry)
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
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“Come on bun, let’s go get that dress you wanted” Henry smirked keeping a hand on his wife’s ass, a small squeak leaving her rosy lips as he gave her cheeks a tight squeeze. Giving him a kiss wet enough to leave others drooling, she giggled interlacing their hands together. The both of them taking an afternoon stroll into town for some summer shopping, Y/n happily spending her burly man’s money.
“Oh Henry! Hey!!” A high shrilly voice said from behind them, Y/n’s face immediately furrowing seeing Patricia, the bar owner of the town calling after her man. A pang of jealousy immediately hitting her chest. Henry seemed to have noticed this, a smirk on his face, he walked forward and gave the woman a hug.
“Oh Patricia, it’s lovely to see you, still lookin’ as beautiful as ever” Henry smirked, his eyes still on Y/n who could be heard scoffing as she looked to the side, her eyes finding her shoes the most interesting thing in the world. Fisting the bottom of Henry’s shirt, a pout on her face as she stomped her foot slightly. Henry looked at her from the side of his eye, finding her jealous reaction the most adorable thing ever, she looked like a baby bunny. His baby bunny.
“Please, you flatter me too much, you never come round anymore been missin’ you round the bar” Patricia pouted crossing her arms over to prop up her breasts, ‘don’t be so obvious’ Y/n thought to herself. “Swear you have gotten more handsome, we should have dinner sometime, maybe we can catch up some more?” Patricia beamed happily, she had clearly been ignoring Y/n’s presence this entire time, because when Y/n tried to say something next she was rudely interrupted.
“Great it’s a date!” Patricia replied without even hearing Henry’s reply, wrapping her arms around his torso like a mad woman, how desperate Y/n thought. Deciding not to let herself third wheel her husband and some sloppy woman, Y/n turned straight on her heels and walked towards the dress boutique she was there for in the first place; her eyes set on the periwinkle backless dress settled on the mannequin. Her mood immediately lifting as she saw the glitter sleeves and the length seemed just perfect.
“Oh my, is that the Y/n L/n?” A guy around Y/n’s age shouted from the other side of the boutique, a shining smile on his face, a clearly well kept man of his time. “J-Jeremy?” Y/n said confused, she hadn’t seen her friend in years, truthfully she had forgotten he even existed. “What are you doing here?” She asked confused, seeing him holding a tape measure and pieces of fabric.
“Moved back from LA, took a job here as a fitter and designer, wanted to feel more at home. You get it?” He smiled setting down his things and folding his arms over his chest, “Y-yeah I get it” Y/n stuttered back feeling a bit anxious under his gaze, lowkey wishing for Henry to walk in now any second.
“So can I help you? Are you wanting that new periwinkle dress? I can help you get fitted with my tape measure, make sure it fits perfectly” He smiled honestly, holding up his tape measure; within seconds he had thrown it around the smaller woman’s waist.
“O-Oh no it’s okay, i’m just waiting on my husb-“
“Sugar? So this is where ya ran off to?” Hearing that same low voice she loved, she smiled shyly knowing he wouldn’t be happy with her being in such close proximity with another guy. Specifically one that she had dated mildly back when she was 14, even though it meant nothing, Henry still seemed pissy. “It’s okay my wife doesn’t need help, Jeremy” Henry grumbled standing up to his full height, then bending down and reading the shorter man’s name tag, leaving him slightly shaken merely by the size of the older man.
“A-are you sure? I can help with-“
“Listen, Jeremy, I told you we don’t need help. Do we sugar?” Henry asked deeply, his eyes travelling to Y/n who shook her head rapidly, her hands immediately wrapping around her man’s hairy forearm, her nails mindlessly raking through the arm hair. Jeremy simply nodded and scurried off to help the other elderly woman in the shop, leaving the married couple to their own devices.
“Leave ya alone for two seconds n you’re already givin’ away my pussy for a dress” Henry grumbled scoffing grabbing her hand tightly, pulling her out of the shop like a kid who was being scolded, pushing her into the back of his truck that was parked on the sidewalk. Her head landing on the soft pink seat covers she said she would die without, and Henry of course gave in without a second thought.
“W-wasn’t givin it away!” Y/n pouted crossing her arms as Henry hovered above her, pushing the seats down to almost make a bed like surface. “Sure you weren’t” Henry grumbled, his hands holding on tightly to her hips, his cock slightly hardening at the sight of her breasts now pushed against her thanks to gravity.
“B-but you were about to go say yes to dinner with Patricia, n-n that’s no fair. I-i’m your wife n’ that’s mine!” Y/n whisper shouted, tears slightly collecting in her eyes from frustration motioning to the tent in his trousers, so she turned her head to the side not wanting to look at Henry right now. “Oh baby sugar, did ya not hear me when I said no afterwards, or were ya too busy suckin’ off Jeremy”
Henry’s heart ached seeing her so riled up and upset, but he couldn’t help but notice how wet she got from him simply teasing her. “W-was not! You’re mean, I don’t wanna talk to you right now. Go back to Patricia or whatever her name is” Y/n grumbled, whining when Henry tilted her head back to look at him, a softer smile on his face as he kissed her tears away.
“M’sorry honey, jus wanted to tease ya but I promise I won’t do it no more, i’m all yours, n’ I definitely don’t want to see you around that Jeremy fucker ever again. You understand?”
“Yeah whatever, can we jus go home now please” Y/n pouted still feeling down in the dumps. “I love you sugar, my precious wife” Henry cooed nuzzling his nose against her slightly reddened one, her eyes as big as buttons as she looked up at him.
“L-love you too” She whispered back leaning forward and pecking his lips softly, wiping away her face with the back of her hand. “Aw i’m sorry honey, your Henry’s sorry, didn’t mean ta upset you so much” Henry whispered now feeling a bit guilty, making a mental note to never play this sorts gag on her ever again, he couldn’t bare to see his baby bun so upset. It broke his heart.
Nudging his head against hers he kissed both her cheeks, cupping her face, wiping her stray tears with his thumbs. “Come on, smile for me baby” He whispered kissing down her neck, over the pearl necklace he had bought her for no reason whatsoever, other than he had seen her stare at it for more than two seconds.
Seeing her lips crack up a smile, he himself also smiled as he kissed her lips passionately, his tongue coaxing open her lips; letting his tongue mingle with hers as he felt her arms wrap around his neck. “Gonna take you right here okay bun?” He kissed her full cheeks one more time before sitting up and unbuttoning his jeans, his cock already springing out without help.
Nodding ,Y/n shyly widened her legs and wrapped them around his waist, flipping her dress up to reveal the purple lace covering her centre. “Baby you spoil me too much” He chuckled pushing her underwear to the side, teasing the tip of his cock up and down her slit before resting it against her snug hole.
“J-just put it in already bear” Y/n whined wiggling her hips in hopes of him just slipping in, a sharp breath kicking her throat as he suddenly just filled her to the brim. “This what you wanted, your husband’s cock all up your wet pussy?” He said through gritted teeth, hid hands sliding up to cup her face, his forehead against hers as he basically lay on top of her.
“Come on, tell me what ya want or you aren’t going to get it butterfly, what do you want?”
“I-I want my husband’s-husband’s cock in my pussy alla time, j-jus for me and no one else” Y/n gasped feeling his thumb reach down and start toying with her clit, massaging it in all directions giving her a sense of overstimulation. With her mouth gaped open, Henry saw this as another opportunity to get his woman dirty, collecting spit onto his tongue before letting it dribble onto hers.
An excited whimper leaving her as she cupped his face and smashed their tongues together in an open-mouthed kiss, letting him swallow all her gasps and moans while he thrusted mercilessly. The sounds of hip and lip smacking filled the car, with it evidently becoming extremely steamed up giving them another cover from the public.
“Your little pussy is gonna make your husband cum baby, fuck, we were made for each other” He moaned breaking from the kiss, “W-what if you grow bored o-of me?” Y/n asked mid whimper, those insecure thoughts filling her head again, only for them to be interrupted with a pleasurable spank to her breast.
“Don’t speak that way about my wife”
“W-woah feel all fuzzy now” Y/n smiled lazily, her body jerking with each thrust, her arms again draping around Henry’s shoulders as best they could, “Oh do you honey? Fuckin’ brilliant” He swore picking up the pace to a heavenly rate, “go on baby bun, show em all who we belong to” He growled picking up her hand and dragging it down the steamed window, leaving a very erotic looking handprint amidst the mist, anyone walking by could guess what was going on; as if the car rocking wasn’t enough.
“H-Henry cumming” She said using his full name, which sent Henry into a frenzy, his rhythm falling as he felt his cock grow that bit more sensitive. “Love, i’m going to cum i-inside you okay? Wan’ fill you up and show everyone all of you is mine, show them all what they can’t have when you’re all round full of me” He rambled almost out of breath, her hands cupping his face and staring into his eyes hazily.
Both of them lost in each other ad Y/n clenched her hole around his thick cock, milking it for all its worth as he spurted rope after rope inside of her. Once they both calmed down, a small voice said “B-bear did ya really say no to P-patricia?” She mumbled looking into his icy blues, her fingers playing with the chain around his neck which had a pendant with her fingerprint.
“Course I did honey, ya kiddin me? There’s no other woman on this Earth I’d willingly spend my time with other than you baby bun. N’ that better be the same for you”
“Mhm mhm It is!” Y/n chirped now happily and more hyper despite the raging sex they had which now seemed to smell around the car, ignoring the fact that the mixture of those their orgasms were now leaking onto the cushioned seats.
“you’re going to stay here n look pretty while I go into that boutique” Henry smirked flipping her skirt down and buttoning himself back up, wiping the spit and drool of her face using his red plaid button up. “W-what?”
“Need to get ya that pretty dress you deserve, n’ show that Jimmy bastard who’s boss around here” He smiled leaning down and kissing her pussy passionately over the thin fabric of her dress before exiting the car, Y/n would have stopped him about the cum stains on his jeans, but she didn’t really see the big deal now that he was inside the boutique.
Syverson is a Captain from the north. Your villages will unite by him marrying you the daughter of the leader of your tribe. TW: arranged marriage, nudity, smut, fluff, bit of angst
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (final part), Oneshot
The Lost Pearl (on-going)
A war has devastated the world. Now it needs to be rebuilt. You, the Princess of The Pearl struggle to fit into the aftermath of the war. Finally being sent off on a mission in the North. There you are confronted by the Captain of The Woodland people Syverson
Chapters 1&2 Re-Write more in-depth
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 , Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15 , Part 16 , Part 17 (NEW), Part 18, Part 19 (New)
King of Clans: The Protector (on hold but practically finished)
Syverson is sent out to get you. A woman with information that could help win the war. The only problem you were on the enemies side.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, part 4, Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10 , Part 11
I really like your story which Lee fell in love with mute reader and i don’t know if you can reup it. If not is okay, i just want to say that i loveee your writing and your acc is the reason why i enjoy staying on Tumblr ☺️
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“Honey, you gotta slow down, I can’t read your hands that fast,” he sighed, his eyes always attempting to look at her hands and her face. He always missed words when he did that, but he couldn’t help it.
Lee didn’t plan on hiring a mute secretary and he never imagined himself learning sign language. And he certainly didn’t plan on falling in love with this mute, either.
Y/N sighed and dropped her arms to her sides in irritation before covering her face with her hands. She was frustrated. The receptionists were being bullies again and she knew Lee wouldn’t tolerate their behavior. But when she was frustrated or excited, or even angry, she signed faster than Lee could keep up with. This often made her have to repeat herself many times, only becoming more frustrated.
He motioned her over to him, “Come here.”
She sighed again and stomped over to the other side of his desk, standing before him. He pulled her down onto his lap and began to leave kisses over her cheek.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, slowly signing with his hands, “I’ll fix it.”
Y/N let out a breath, a small smile teasing her lips. “I want to do it,” she signed.
“Do what?”
“Fire them.”
Lee threw his head back and laughed, “Oh, is that how I fix it, huh?” He attempted to sign the words, messing up a couple, but Y/N didn’t care.
A silent laugh escaped her lips and she signed back, “But I want to do it. With you behind me. They will be humiliated,” she emphasized with a smile.
“What was that last part?” His brows furrowed.
She spelled out ‘humiliated’, and he chuckled.
“Yes, they will. Come on, then. Let’s go fix it, then, shall we?”
Her eyes widened as he helped her to her feet, “Right now?”
“Yes,” he smirked, “What, change your mind?”
She pouted and shook her head. “No,” she signed firmly, “I fix it tomorrow. You fix it today.”
“How do I fix it today?” He placed his hands on his hips.
Her smile grew and signed, “Like this.” And she tugged at his tie. Stepping on her tippy toes, she pulled him towards her and kissed him deeply. She felt him smile against her lips as he hummed.
“I can fix it like that,” he growled with a mischievous smirk and suddenly picked up her, setting her on the desk, “I’m gonna fix everything like that.”
Summary : You thought your house had a burglary. You're scared but turned out he's Henry. He turned back home earlier to make up for his fault. Would you ignore him or you let him kiss and make up?
Warning : fluff, angst, swearing words
A/N : This is my birthday present to @joyfulstar81 - my beloved and supportive sister. Hope you enjoy it. Love you
MASTERLIST
Gif not mine
Y/n just came home after 8 hours shift, so tired and all you wanted was to lie down in your comfy bed. You opened the house door and moved slowly toward the bedroom. Suddenly you heard some noises from the kitchen
"Wtf. Who is that? A burglar. I'm broke af. What is he doing here?"
You were terrified but at the same time, you grabbed the baseball bat from the corner of your house, next to the shoe cabinets, and tip-toe to the kitchen. You mumbled "1,2,3" and turned on the light on your way to the kitchen. You needed to see the face of this b*tch.
As soon as you reached the kitchen, you screamed as loud as you could. "Who the fuck are you ?" ( You always swear when you're scary)
Then, that guy startled and turned around "Jesus, y/n. You freaked me out."
"YOU are. You scared me to death. Oh, Henry, why didn't you turn on the lights? You left all the house in dark except for this room."
He walked closer to you, kissed your right cheek
" Because... ( kissed left cheek )... I want to surprise you."
"Oh, you definitely did that." You rolled your eyes.
"C'mon, y/n. Don't be mad at me. I made you some favorite dishes." He said and pointed to the table "We have steak, linguine carbonara, soup and ..."
You cut him off "Hmm. Delicious. But you can pack all these things and go back to your home. Enjoy it."
"Y/n. I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. I was so busy when you called me. I didn't mean to cancel our voyage. I know you have always wanted to go to Greece. Let's make that happen. I already booked another cruise for us. "
He tried to hug you but you pushed him away.
"That's it? That all you can say. How can you take that so easy? It was supposed to be our perfect trip after 3 months didn't see each other."
"How's about you? How could you say break up that easy? Huh. Through a phone call, you have to kiddin' me." He pissed off that easily.
"Yeah. I'm a total bitch. How can you be the person who feels mad? That suppose to be me. All I can do is wait for you, waiting for the famous guy, all-time favorite man, Superman."
"Stop it, y/n. You know I'm not that man when I'm around you. It's just me, your Henry."
"It's over, Henry. I'm sicked of waiting for u - the one always put his career above me."
The silence spread all the room. You broke into species but tried so hard to hold back your tears.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I made out with Chris after you turned me off."
"Wtf. What Chris ?"
"The guy from Marvel. My Captain America."
You didn't know why you said that. Maybe it's because you just wanted to tease him, to make him hurt the way you have been hurt. You ignored the tear that just ran down from his eyes.
You continued "Guess what. He's clearly a muscle and charming guy anddd... a good kisser. The way he led the game we played.."
He didn't let you finish. He grabbed you instantly and kissed you hungrily, passionately.
He made those puppy eyes and it is obvious you fell for that.
"Not again. Not that cutie eyes."
He embraced you in his arm, kissed your forehead.
"Don't ever say it again. It's hurt."
"Oh my goddd. People come here, come here. Superman cried because I joked about being with another guy."
"You're mine, y/n."
You looked deeply into his eyes and said "I'm yours." You kissed him back, this time you are the one in control. You kissed him slowly, enjoyed every second of this moment.
"Why am I so easy to forgive you? I let you kiss and make up. C'mon, not again. It's not fair." You asked yourself.
"I swear, honey. I never make that mistake again. I will be on time, listen to your phone calls instantly, if I am busy, I will ask my manager to answer you, so you will not be worried." He hesitated and continued "You said that you were easy to forgive me. It means you're not mad at me, you accepted my apology, right ?"
"It depends. Depends on how good your food is." You raised your eyebrows.
"Definitely delicious, and you will love me back again. Love you, my sweet girl."
"Love you, my big boy." You kissed him quickly and ran to the table, to taste all the dishes he cooked for u.
"Y/n"
"Yes, I'm here."
"Tomorrow we will go to Greece. As I said, I already booked a special cruise to go to the beautiful beach you love. And we will go to Greece by my plane. You have 1 week in the city and 1 week beside the lovely beach."
"Oh my god...How's about...about my job?"
"I already asked your boss for permission. She said it's totally fine."
"Haha. It's because you're Henry."
"No, I'm your man. Now eat your food, sweetheart."
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | 6’6” Steve, feral behaviour/feral!steve, nomad!steve, fluff, scientist!reader, gentle giant!steve, soft!steve, size difference, SMUT - minors DNI (but not until part 2), size kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, sort of animal-like behaviour, mentions of dead parents, specific warnings in each part.
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that.
𝗪/𝗖 | 7.1K
𝗔/𝗡 | well hello everyone! This is based on my short drabble about Tarzan!Steve, but changed a bit for storyline purposes. In this verse, Sam has always been Captain America and best friends with Bucky. Also, since I felt weird with consent from Steve’s side, there won’t be smut until part 2 where he’ll fully understand what sex is. BUT, there will be an alternative dark!Steve version that’s sort of just pure filth because why not. Gifs do not belong to me. [*=smut]
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“The advantage of going into season two is that I actually wanted to make sure that that book Geralt shined through a bit more, especially now that we have him in a personal environment. He’s with Cirilla, who becomes his ward and ultimately a daughter-like figure to him. And then we’re with his Witcher kin and his father-like figure, Vesemir. And so, at that stage, he doesn’t have to have the walls up. He doesn’t have to be so closed off. And I wanted to really reach into it, and just make sure that he had a more expanded vocabulary, that he sounded more intelligent, that he came across as someone who had the wisdom of between 70 and 90 years.”
Henry Cavill Breaks Down His Most Iconic Characters for GQ
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | 6’6” Steve, feral behaviour/feral!steve, nomad!steve, fluff, scientist!reader, size difference, manhandling, soft!steve but also possessive!steve, gentle giant!steve, he doesn’t have the best grammar but he’s trying, disney vibes but no talking animals or musical numbers.
𝗪/𝗖 | 7.1K
𝗔/𝗡 | and I present to you, soft!tarzan!Steve. not fully proofread, all mistakes are my own.
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Checking under your bed once more, you hope for a miracle, but it looks the same, clean and tidy. Standing up on your feet, you prop your hands on your hips, observing the tent again.
You were one of the lucky ones who didn’t have to share a pod, but your ‘room’ was on the smaller side. Only enough space for a small foldable rack for your clothes, a single cot and a desk with a chair.
Over your stay, you tried to make it homier. Hanging small dried flowers from the jungle, and polaroids of you and your team, but it still felt so temporary. You suppose that’s the point. This expedition was only for four weeks.
It was an honour to be offered a spot on the first research mission, you rushed to pack since you only had two days to gather your belongings for the one month on a freshly discovered island that was untouched by civilization, science, everything. Covered with trees as tall as skyscrapers, thick vines hanging from the branches and the ground sprouting plants you’ve never seen before. New species of flora and fauna and other organisms.
You wonder who would even think to steal your little scarf. The fabric was probably reeking of your smell, after all, you’ve tied it around your head to keep your sweat from dripping down your face and, to be honest, the pattern wasn’t the prettiest. Mixed with stubborn dirt and grime from your stay on the island, it was more of a rag than a scarf.
But you loved it dearly, and now it was missing.
Perhaps Tony or Dr. Banner would know where to look, they stayed in camp yesterday while you went into the jungle with a team. Walking to the canopy, you try to block the late afternoon sun. It was brutal, the hot temperature and humid air, there was never a time you weren’t sweating. And you enjoyed it.
For science and your career, it was worth it. The cherry on top is able to experience nature at its purest form, unscathed by humanity.
The noises of the surrounding tropical forest welcome you. The leaves brushing against each other, the faraway wildlife, the distant sound of the ocean, all of which you bask in. It was a fresh change from the bustling city of Manhattan.
“Where’s Dr. Banner?”
Tony’s eyes are locked on the projector screen, his fingers swiping as he sips from a smoothie. “Hm?”
“Have you seen Dr. Banner?” You question.
His desk, similar to the one back in the tower, is littered with documents and various Stark technology. Tony couldn’t focus on one thing at once. He claimed he had a system, no one else knew it, but he did and that was all that mattered. So you let him be.
“No. He’s probably still sleeping, he didn’t get back until two in the morning.” He answers absentmindedly.
That was unlike Dr. Banner. “Why was he out so late?”
Tony’s eyes bulge, fingers faltering before he clears his throat. He closes the projection, spinning around to face you. “You know, doc, I think Peter needs your help with the new results from the river sample. Something about the PH levels being all over the place—he’s on the south side of camp. Just take one of those jeeps and you’ll be there in a jiffy.”
Did he think you were stupid? By the way that he was studying you, he must’ve thought you were dim.
You slowly nod, stepping backward. “Uh, sure, I’ll go meet him now.”
“Great! Tell the kid he deserves a break afterward too. At this rate, his brain will be fried by the time we go back home.”
As you walk toward the jeeps, you take one of the keys. Glancing over your shoulder, Tony is still staring at you. He waves with an exaggerated smile, one that you return. You can’t help but suspect the worst as you drive to the south end.
What was he hiding so terribly? Were you even doing research here? You must be, there were a lot of you and everyone was divided into teams to ensure efficient work during the stay. Tony hasn’t hid things from you before. Over the endless nights spent in labs together, running over theories and experimenting, the two of you were quite close.
Well, maybe he did hide things from you, but he didn’t hide them well. And you were going to find out why.
You take a turn and go down one of the dirt roads, waving to security as you pass by. The camp gets further away as you drive down the narrow and the ride is bumpy as you traverse the uneven terrain.
The longer you drive, the more you feel guilty. Maybe there was nothing and you were overthinking. It wouldn’t be the first time Tony has acted strangely since you got here, maybe it was the isolation, he didn’t have all of his gadgets here, in particular, his drone that delivered his lattes or maybe he missed Pepper. You missed your home, hell, you missed your neighbour who played the electric guitar until the early morning hours.
It was all a hunch. Simple as that.
Fine, I’ll go back, you decide. As you drive over a rough bump, you spot the faint beige of another jeep through the trees. There wasn’t anyone in or near it, nor could you hear anything. You park your jeep to the side and approach the vehicle.
Hanging from the rearview mirror is Dr. Banner’s laminated badge, his ID attached to the lanyard.
A sinking feeling appears in your stomach, there’s no doubt in your mind that Tony was hiding something now.
Curiosity tends to get the better of everyone, including you.
The sounds of nature offer comfort, as does the shade of the tall trees from the burning rays, but it’s futile against your wandering thoughts. Instead of calling out for him, you set off to track him down. If there was something you weren’t supposed to know about, you’d rather sneakily find out than give him a chance to hide or run away.
Following the footprints in the moist dirt, you maneuver through the overgrown roots and vines. Bugs fly into your face, birds sing and little frogs hop about. On the tall branches above your head, there are a few cute chimpanzees, they make soft hoot noises as you pass.
As the minutes draw out, you don’t even know how long you’ve been walking. The boot prints were becoming tougher to track and the sun was getting lower, taking the warmth and light with it.
At least you could get back easily, just follow your footsteps the other way, but you couldn’t see anything without a light. And, you’d hate to be lost in the jungle at night. Who knows what predators lurk in the darkness.
As you come up to a clearing, a shiver ghosts over your heated skin and you freeze. Heart hammering in your chest, beating against your ribs, sending the vibrations straight to your head. You’re crossed between feeling confusion or alarm.
Dr. Banner is sitting on a log, glasses perched on the tip of his nose and intently watching something. His notepad and pen are abandoned next to him as he speaks so quietly you can’t hear him.
There is another man with him. A head full of blond hair, long enough that it curls at the base of his neck and blocks his face from your view. He’s fumbling with something in his hands, crotched to the ground with his neck craned low.
A moment later, the beast of a man stands to his full height and your jaw drops. His Herculean physique yanks the oxygen from your throat as the powerful muscles shift under the smooth skin of his back, rippling with every move. Oh, his body, buff arms that could probably punch straight through a tree trunk, broad and vast shoulders that tapered into his narrow waist, leading down to his thick thighs. He stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, the old, tattered brown loincloth shielding his groin—it was hanging by a thread.
In his big hands, he holds the object to the light. A colourful cube of six solid colours, it’s dwarfed by his huge palms, but more importantly, it’s solved.
Dr. Banner smiles the widest you’ve ever seen, the laugh that escapes him is full of wonder and disbelief. He holds up his hand, and the blond man looks at it, then tilts his head. Dr. Banner says something, then takes the other man’s free hand and slaps their palms together in a high-five.
Then, the unknown man does the most adorable thing, he drops the Rubix cube, smiles and claps.
In an instant, you’re as captivated as Dr. Banner. Eyes wide in fascination, interest blooming deep within you, but it quickly transforms into fear.
The giant goes rigid, his nose pointing high in the air before his head snaps directly to you.
His features are just as chiselled as his body, although he’s sporting a thick beard and moustache, you can see his prominent cheekbones and his strong clenched jaw. His eye colour is unknown, but his glare is dark and threatening. Eyebrows furrowed aggressively as he scowls, shiny teeth showing between his pink lips.
Dr. Banner’s face goes pale, eyes as wide as the moon. He calls out to you and reaches out, taking one step.
But the blond stranger stands in front of him, veiny arm pushing the doctor behind him protectively. His face screwed menacingly as he growls loudly. Either it rumbled the ground or your legs were trembling.
You spin around and break into a full-blown sprint, arms pumping by your sides as leaves and branches scratch you, undoubtedly tearing your skin. You can hear the blood rushing through your ears, muffing the heavy footsteps that are right on your tail.
An ear-splitting scream escapes you when you’re tackled to the ground, crashing with a thump and whacking your wrist on a rock. Immediately, you start screeching, desperately crawling away but you’re abruptly flipped over and pinned, a warm hand over your mouth. You feebly shove at the man’s chest as he straddles you. His weight flattens you to the ground until your legs are as useless as your arms that he restrains above your head.
Thoughts running a mile a minute, you forget about Dr. Banner. You’re not only physically immobilized by the giant man, but his sparkling blue eyes imprison you. The rich cerulean framed by thick eyelashes, surveying raptly.
Then, he draws closer and his breath fans over your face. You can count every freckle on his face, the faded scars too. He licks his lips, breathing in sharply.
Your emotions are all over the place, traces of terror and awe mixed with that familiar tingle you haven’t felt in a long time. A heat blossoms between your thighs and it’s all because of this giant above you.
The man drops completely on you, your squeal silenced by his hand. His face nuzzles yours, nose burying into your hair as he smells you. His hips press down harder, oh, and you can feel that he has absolutely nothing under that loincloth. Grunting, he softly rubs his skin on yours, appreciative rumbles vibrating his naked chest as he switches to the other side of your head and repeats the action.
That tingle flourishes into dampness in your panties. Squeezing your eyes shut tightly in shame, you half pray someone comes to save you or just leave you here to be affectionately smothered to death by this god.
A shout of your name has you flung back to reality, you wildly buck your hips and scream again. The giant is still unmoving above you, nothing but a grunt and his hands tighten, his hips forcing yours to the ground.
“Steven! Get off her!”
The man-beast stiffens and growls, this time it was more intense than his previous. His head lifts from your neck, and he blinks at you like a puppy, before licking from your jaw to your cheek.
Your squeaks are muffled as his tongue trails down your neck and he begins nuzzling there, pressing open-mouthed kisses. You squirm, managing to free one of your wrists before pushing his chest with all your might. Okay, maybe you should hit the gym because the stranger only moves one inch, but even that was stretching it.
“Steven, let her go. She’s friendly,” Dr. Banner’s voice is clearer now, calm but cautious. “Friend.” He emphasizes.
Steven was his name. Steven was the mostly naked man mounted above you, assaulting your neck like an animal.
“Smells good.” Steven’s voice sends heat shooting through your body. A deep rasp and a heavy, almost commanding tone. “So good.”
He takes his hand from your mouth, only to rub your noses together softly. An enthusiastic hum comes from his throat, he pulls away and actually smiles. The setting sunshine framing his head like a halo, oh, this man is an angel.
The night sky must be empty because the stars were twinkling in his eyes.
“Steven, off. Now.”
Slowly, Steven releases you. His hands brush over your clothes curiously as he stands to his full height. When Dr. Banner steps closer with his arm outstretched, Steven grunts. His fists clenched as his arms flex and this time, his terrifying glare isn’t set on you, it’s set on Dr. Banner.
“No.” The giant snaps, shoving the other man back. Firm enough that Dr. Banner staggers into a vine, he holds onto it for support. “Don’t touch.”
Dr. Banner gulps, reaching for the walkie-talkie on his belt. His wary eyes land on you before he coaxes the giant. “She’s hurt, look at her arm.”
Steven’s frown deepens when he sees your swollen wrist cradled to your chest. Your startled eyes meet his, and he crouches next to you. He’s still so big like this but the softness in his eyes wraps around you like a heavy weighted blanket.
“Hurt?”
“Oh… uh, sprained, I think.” He doesn’t reply, only gives you another clueless quirk of his eyebrows. You rush to correct yourself in simpler terms. “Yes, yes. I’m hurt… Ouch.” You add but regret it instantly.
“Help?” Steven questions.
Dr. Banner sighs in relief, smiling at you. “Yes, I’ll call some help right now.” He speaks into the walkie quietly, looking away.
“I will help. No other help.” Steven declares, rough hands quickly lifting you from the ground with ease.
“Oh!” You sway from the abruptness, thankful to be back on your feet. But that’s snatched away when you’re swept off the ground and hauled into his muscular arms.
“Only my help,” Steven vows, adjusting his grip on you. He looks down at you and tilts his head, “Good?”
Your arms wrap around his neck, his intoxicating musk filling your lungs and you press your lips together tightly, just barely stopping the whimper that escapes you. It felt like a dream, being mauled by a handsome rugged man, who rubbed, licked and kissed all over your face and neck.
If it was a dream, you hoped you didn’t wake up anytime soon.
“You good?” He repeats. “Ready?”
“Yes, I’m good. But ready for—” You yelp as Steven takes off running.
You’re like a ragdoll in his arms, limbs flailing and head bobbing harshly. His speed leaves Dr. Banner in the dust, the man freaking out as Steven carries you deeper into the jungle.
“Steven!” You exclaim, trying to see over his shoulder, only catching a glimpse of Dr. Banner’s distressed face before it disappears behind a thick bush. “Stop!”
“I will help.” The giant shushes, and weaves through trees and vines, jumping over rocks effortlessly. His breathing remains controlled, fingers digging into your flesh.
The wind wisps against your cheeks as you bury your face in Steven’s chest, clinging to him, dearly hoping he won’t trip and tumble with you in his arms. Your nails are probably piercing into his skin, but he doesn’t say anything, only slowing to a light jog.
You feel fingers prodding at your face, “Open.”
With uncertainty, you slowly unburrow yourself from his hard chest, peeking one eye open.
For the third time today, you almost get a heart attack. A huge trunk is before your face, it curls up and touches Steven’s head before moving away. The owner of the trunk is a graceful creature, quiet and its big eyes meet yours.
An elephant, an adult elephant—it was so quiet. Such a huge animal exists in utter silence.
As the animal starts walking away, Steven sets you down and follows.
You stand there dumbly for a moment, watching them step into the wide-open clearing, into the sunshine. Tentatively, you trail after them, pushing aside vines and branches, the dirt squishing beneath your boots.
The clearing is picturesque. Shades of green and beige grass over gentle hills, a few trees of different sizes scattered around, their shadows dancing on the earth.
“Come, she is friendly.” Steven beckons, his hand petting the massive elephant with gentle strokes. “Friend.”
Timidly, you obey, fingertips barely brushing the rough skin. An audible gasp escapes you as the animal nudges your hand, leaning into it. You can’t help but laugh, the bubbly feeling stripping away your hesitation, replacing it with that familiar childlike amazement.
“She has a baby. Over there.” Steven beams, pointing to the rest of the herd. Amongst the elephants were a few calves, playing and tumbling over their trunks.
You giggle. “They’re so cute.”
Steven blinks, “Cute?”
Right. He wouldn’t know that word, he probably doesn’t know a lot of words. It’s obvious he’s spent a great amount of time in the jungle, judging by his stature, clothing and behaviour, he’s been here most, if not all of his life.
“It’s when something is endearing, pretty, or delightful,” You try to put it in simple terms, “It makes you feel pleased, good… in a soft way.”
“Cute.” He tests.
“Yes, cute.”
Steven points to your chest, licking his lips. “You, cute.”
You’re about to thank him, but you look down. The buttons of your shirt have popped off, undoubtedly from being attacked to the ground. Since you didn’t wear a bra because laundry day wasn’t until tomorrow, your breasts were completely exposed. Jesus, they’re in his face! Embarrassment floods as you think how long you’ve been like this. Oh no, did Dr. Banner see?
You quickly cover yourself, humiliated, holding your shirt closed to the collar. “Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
“No, don’t—” You quickly cut yourself off. Steven was old enough to swear, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, but should he curse if he doesn’t know what the words mean?
“What is fuck?”
You take a slow breath, desperately wishing the world would offer a break. You’d take anything to get out of this situation. “It’s a curse word. People say it when they’re angry, frustrated or upset, or when something goes wrong.”
“You’re angry.”
“I’m frustrated. Do you have clothes?” Your mouth snaps shut as you scan over his very lovely body, almost getting distracted again. It’s unlikely he has much more than what he’s wearing. “Nevermind.”
“Clothes are at home.”
You almost jump up in victory, “Oh, thank goodness! Where’s home?”
Steven points behind him into the vast jungle, the tall trees and dangling vines blurring in the distance. The faint roar of a creature causes that familiar fear to arise again. Just beyond that treeline were animals who could hurt you, or even worse, kill you and haul your corpse somewhere to never be seen again.
This was a deep wilderness, further than your team ever explored. These animals have never seen another human other than Steven, who knows what they’d do to you. You didn’t even have anything to defend yourself.
Like nature had eyes of its own, it felt like it was judging you. Plotting your demise, or maybe the sun was making you lose your mind.
Steven steps in front of you, blocking you from the mass of trees and faceless predators. “I’ll protect you. Keep cute lady safe.” The determination in his face almost makes your legs weak. Command in his commitment as he stands with squared shoulders, eyebrows knitted tight. “Okay?”
With a single nod, Steven hauls you into his arms again. Again, your protests fall on deaf ears as he carries you across the clearing.
“I can walk, Steven.”
His steps halt as he glances down at you and his hair falls over his eyes. “I know…”
“So, let me walk.” Wiggling until he sets you on the ground, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “I appreciate the chivalry but you don’t need to treat me like a damsel in distress.” He definitely has no clue what that phrase means.
Steven proves you right and makes a confused noise.
You sigh, cradling your sprained wrist. “Which way?”
The giant points forward and you tell him to lead the way—at least he understands that phrase.
You walk closely behind him. It comforted you that if anything were to happen, he was in arms reach.
You cave and ogle at his body. The muscles of his defined back, narrow waist and plump backside. This man had the build of a superhero and the face of an angel. How could he be real? Ugh, even his walk was attractive. And he had no shoes.
You want him to maul you all over again. Nearly starving for it. Also, you were actually starving, given that you missed breakfast too.
Spotting a vibrant fruit hanging from a low branch, as if it was waiting for you, you walk towards it and pluck it off. After giving the orange a quick once over, you start to peel it.
That was until Steven smacked your hand, the fruit falling to the ground.
“Hey!” You snap. He’s lucky it was your good hand.
“Not good.” He cringes.
Then, Steven jumps up and grips a thick branch, lifting himself up. His arms flex as he easily climbs higher on the tree. The wind flutters his loincloth and you quickly look away, but it’s too late, you’ve already seen the generous gift between his thighs. With a warmth blooming from your chest, you berate yourself for accidentally upskirting the poor man. How could you sleep knowing that Steven, the rugged, feral fella of anyone’s dream was so very blessed?
There’s a loud crack, then a branch of oranges lands on the ground a few feet from you. Following right after is Steven’s feet, his knees bent to secure his landing. He picks up the branch and begins picking the bright fruits, examining them closely and smelling them. He separates them into two different piles, each of them placed gently on the dirt.
Once the branch only has leaves, he grins up at you. “These are good, safe. Will not make you sick.” He pats a spot next to him.
You sit slowly. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” Do you, really? A little voice asks. “But, we should go back to Dr. Banner.” Helplessly looking in the direction you last saw the man, or at least where you think. The thing about the jungle, everything looked the same.
“You are hurt.”
“Yes, and Dr. Banner was going to call help.”
“Only my help.” Steven frowns and taps your head. “Do you remember? You will get my help.”
The gesture catches you off guard, how would this man know anything about the human brain?
Your theories stump when Steven holds a freshly peeled orange to your mouth, pushing it against your lips. “Open.”
He stuffs it into your mouth, chirping in victory. “I feed you?”
You swallow before speaking, giving him a gentle smile. “I’ll feed myself.”
Grabbing the fruit, you wipe the juices from your chin. It was perfectly ripe and looked delicious. Eagerly, you separate the slices and eat them one by one, a bright contrast to Steven who bit into the peeled fruit like an apple.
In seconds, his orange is gone and he reaches for another. You reach for your second when he’s on his third or fourth, and as you grab the fruit, Steven snatches it from your hand.
“Will make you sick.”
You frown, “You said it wouldn’t.”
“This,” He points to the right pile, then the left. “Not this.”
“You’re eating those ones though.” You counter and attempt to peel an orange from the safe stack, it was hard with your wrist injured.
“Don’t get sick,” Steven replies, voice gruff as he takes the fruit and peels it for you. Handing it back with a jut of his chin, “Never get sick.”
“How do you know that?”
Steven thinks for a moment, eyes darting around the surroundings. “Uh—Oh, Experience! That’s the word. Know from experience. And, Bruce too, says I will never get sick.”
“How long have you known Dr. Banner?”
The blond eats another orange messily, pieces of fruit and the juices dripping down his beard. “Metal Bruce or soft Bruce?”
Metal?
“Metal Bruce, known for long while. Met soft Bruce when bunch of people came. Huge flying things, so many people inside…”
“Did metal Bruce have this?” You point to the Stark Industries patch on your shoulder, right under your name.
“On the chest.” Steven nods, unaware of the absolute confusion clouding your head.
It, being ‘metal Bruce,’ was a bot, or whatever Tony created in that technology lab of his. Whatever it was, it met Steven long before your team arrived.
Although you were bitter and utterly bewildered by everything that’s happened from the moment you stepped out of that jeep, you weren’t angry. In this case with Steven, a man who at first glance, looks intimidatingly feral but clearly shows some signs of correct development, curiosity weighed heavy on the scale. Steven was giant in size, wild yet tamed, a mystery before you.
You almost forgot he called your boobs cute.
Once the both of you have had your fill of fresh fruit, Steven avidly eating from both piles, you set off to his home. Thankfully, you don’t come across anything too frightening. Only a few frogs you hop over and snakes dangling from branches.
When Steven comes to a stop, he unties a bunch of weaved vines from a branch. Following the vines up, there’s a structure sitting high in the tree, shrouded by thick leaves. Handmade from what you could tell, scraps and logs secured together with vines.
“Carry?”
“Up there?” You squeak.
The blond laughs. “How else do we get up?”
As his hands grip your waist, you gently push him away. “I’ll climb, it’s safer that way.”
“But, you’re still hurt.” Steven makes a face, “I don’t want cute lady to get hurt more.”
Could he get any more adorable?
“Get on. Seen mothers do this with babies.”
He spins around and kneels as you stand there. An inner debate going on in your mind, on one side he was right, climbing by yourself would be complicated with your wrist but was this any safer. Eyes bouncing between the structure and Steven, you can’t decide.
He waves, “Hurry, before tiger comes, she won’t be happy with visitor…”
In a flash, you’re wrapped around the man like a koala, Steven letting out a grunt of surprise. Hanging off him like a backpack, legs and arms firm around his neck, cautious of your wrist. Your face tucked in his neck, hiding from the ground as it gets further away, you breathe in his scent. It’s not terrible, far from it. Half expecting him to reek, he actually smells clean and natural, thickly musky.
As Steven reaches the top, he yanks the rest of the vine and sets it aside. Patting your head, “Here.”
Untangling yourself from the man, you’re immediately picked up and plopped on a plush surface. It’s a mattress, just flat on the floor and definitely not from the jungle if the pillow and bedsheets had anything to do with it.
Steven simpers, “Soft? Metal bruce gifted it long ago, along with—where is it?” He fumbles around the room, searching in makeshift cabinets and shelves.
The treehouse is quite impressive. Made of wooden slabs and logs, it was sturdy and clean. Of the four walls, one was a doorway into another room and three had windows that were draped with a fabric similar to Steven’s loincloth. The entrance was an actual door, hinges and all, that was wide open with a small landing like a porch.
What was the most surprising was the full bookshelf by the bed. Stacked with books, ranging from dictionaries to colouring books and beginner novels, even math and science. A cup of pencils and pencil crayons, a modern CD player next to a much older rusted radio.
You stand, reaching for the player but Steven pops out from a corner.
“Found! Clean.” Steven holds up a big t-shirt, “Not dirty. It’s okay?”
Relieved, you nod, “It’s perfect.”
Steven’s eyes brighten, “Perfect is… better than okay.” Then his eyes land on your hand still cradled to your chest. “First, I need a bandage for cute lady.” Then he disappears out the doorway again. But just as fast as he went, he appeared again, holding a white kit.
He sits next to you and takes your arm, delicately running his fingers over your skin, careful of your swollen wrist. Eyebrows knitted tight, he looks down at you. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you. Was—I couldn't control myself.” Blue eyes swimming with remorse, he leans closer and nuzzles your head, “Was caught off guard, and have never seen you before.”
Butterflies flutter in your stomach and your heart gushes about the man next to you. The man was straight from a steamy fictional romance novel, except he was real, as real as the clouds in the sky and the grass on the ground.
Steven makes a small grunt, nose trailing down to your face. His breath fans across your skin, “I’m sorry, please speak?”
The rumble of his words have the butterflies in your stomach transforming into hummingbirds, gentle flutters growing in speed and rattling against your ribs. “I—It’s okay.” Your heart thumps heavily, “I forgive you.”
“You do?” He pulls back, gleefully stunned. “Thank you, cute lady. Don’t want to lose a new friend so soon.”
This time, you lean into him. Pressing your cheek to his arm, his hot temperature is enough to rival that of the jungle. You blink up at him, “Will you help me now, Steven?”
It’s adorable how the giant nods enthusiastically, quickly unclasping the box and fishing out a wad of bandage. Under his breath, you hear him mutter “I have a new friend.”
“Your name is Steven,” You hesitate, tasting it on your tongue, “Do you want to be called Steven?”
He’s quiet for a moment, “Don’t know.”
“What do you want to be called? Some friends have nicknames for each other.” You inquire, earning a shrug in reply. Pondering, you watch as he carefully but efficiently wraps your wrist in the fabric. Finishing off with a knot. “Do you have a nickname or something?”
The man perks up, face lighting up like a diamond in the sky. Lunging forward, he grips your shoulders, “Yes! Steve!”
You squeak, head bouncing as he shakes you. This man was truly oblivious to his strength, you were certain he could rip you in little pieces if he desired. “Ah! O-Okay, I’ll c-call you Steve.”
“Steve!” He bubbles, lifting you off the ground and into his arms. Holding you like before with his arms hooked under your knees and around your back. He beams down at you, jerking you up to rub his cheek on yours. “I’m Steve. Who are you?”
You tell him your name, unable to contain your giggles as he scrapes his beard on your face. It was so strange, Steve was so strange and you’ve never been caught off guard so charmingly.
He pulls away and whispers your name, then repeats it louder with confidence. “That’s you?”
“Yes.” You chirp, a little breathy from being snuggled by the man-beast.
“I’m Steve, you’re Y/N.” His gruff voice lifted by the innocence on his face, amazement twinkling in his eyes. “Y/N is cute.”
Oh, was this man trying to claim your heart? Because he was doing a flawless job at it, and you were utterly powerless.
“You’re telling me, you lost a woman on an island? In a jungle that’s still widely uncharted and potentially full of species we’ve never seen or heard of.”
“First of all, we highly doubt there are undiscovered animals here, maybe a man-eating plant, but that’s it.” Tony crosses his arms, stating matter of factly. “In Bruce’s defence, she was snatched away by the six-foot-six enhanced beast. You think he could fight a man who’s spent his entire life in the wilderness?”
Director Fury’s glare, although from one eye, was still menacing, even through a projection. “His green friend could.”
“Yes, but as stated in the contract, Dr. Banner is to be excluded from all stressful situations, or instances he could be agitated.” Tony defends, “And, would you want the Hulk to destroy this island, this beautiful piece of mystery?”
A long sigh follows, Fury pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just rescue Dr. L/N and secure Rogers. And, I’ve decided to cut your mission short. Rendezvous time has been changed to tomorrow at noon.”
“But we haven’t even tracked them down.”
“Why is that?”
Bruce scratches his head nervously, “well, Steven hasn’t let me near his home, not even before. And he’s broken every drone that gets a certain distance away from camp.”
“He breaks drones like balloons at a carnival.”
“Dr. Banner, what have you been doing all this time? You confirmed Rogers wasn’t a threat months ago, and now you’re telling me this superhuman has tantrums?”
“It isn’t his anger—he is actually a very gentle giant. He’s protective and that includes his privacy or the invasion of that.”
“Well, Dr. L/N must be distracting him somehow. He won’t notice if you send out a few more to track him down.” Fury argued, “Seriously, he’s a man who’s never touched a woman—do you think he’d be staring up at the sky for a flying robot?”
The projection closes swiftly and takes the bright blue light with it. The two scientists stand opposite of each other, Bruce hunched over and examining the incomplete map of the island.
Tony clears his throat, quirking a brow. “You said he was rubbing all up on the poor girl?”
“This is from Bruce but I have never worn. Clothes… I don’t like it.”
You wait for him to look away, but the man’s eyes are fixated on your body. “Uh, Steve?”
The giant inhales deeply. “Yes?”
“Can you close your eyes, please?” Tightening your grip on your shirt, you feel naked but, you’d be lying if you said you hated his heated gaze.
His hand trails under the loincloth around his waist, he groans deeply. “Why?”
“I need to change and I can’t if you’re looking.”
“I scare you?” His wide puppy eyes are wildly different from his looming height and mass shadow.
“No, no. Just—please, I need privacy. Which means you have to look away or close your eyes.”
Begrudgingly, Steve turns away and faces the open entrance of the treehouse. With a wide stance and his hands on his hips, his posture is alert, watchful eyes lasered on the entryway. Like he’s on guard.
You hurriedly take the shirt and slip it on with caution of your sprained wrist. Neatly folding the torn button-up, you set it on a branch that doubled as a shelf, just in time for a small hand to snatch it through the window.
A shriek erupts from your throat as you stagger backwards, crashing into the mattress, or you would have if large hands hadn’t caught you at the last second. Steve spins you around and almost lifts you off the ground, frantically checking you for any injuries.
He’s about to speak, but something catches his eye over your shoulder. He visibly relaxes, shaking his head. “Wendy, have told you to knock, remember?”
Whipping around, you watch a monkey, Wendy, do a series of actions with its hands, making short squeaks between each. Steve responds with skilled gestures. As if the world was determined to add to the long list of unexpected instances that occurred today, you watch Steve and the monkey communicate through sign language.
The blond let out a chuckle. “Okay, okay. Wendy is sorry, didn’t mean to scare.”
The animal tilts its head, big brown eyes doleful. She comes closer and holds out her small hand. When you place yours in hers, she squeezes your fingers, making a chattering noise.
“She thinks you smell good. That’s why she steal your clothes.”
That was endearingly peculiar. “Oh?”
“Wendy, where’s Peter?” The man asks and signs.
The next minute, you’re standing on the landing of the treehouse. You try not to look at the ground that was a distance away, and instead gape at the other monkey sitting on the branch, chewing on a flower. The fabric wrapped around its neck is vaguely familiar.
Then, it hits you.
“That’s yours, yes?” Steve quizzed sheepishly. “Saw him with it yesterday… had no clue where it came from.”
You laugh in disbelief. “I thought I lost it.” Who knew wildlife was little noisy thieves.
“They’re not wrong, you do smell good. Very good—better than flowers. Look nicer than flowers too, uh, cute. Super, very, so cute.”
You thank him, a shyness taking over as those hummingbirds return tenfold. Every moment you spent with Steve was a dream, he was divine. How you dreaded being found and disrupting this taste of strange heaven.
“So, Peter and Wendy?” You whisper, not to disturb the two monkeys closely inspecting and sniffing your shirt. Little hoots and squeaks exchanged between them.
“From a book I read. A boy, Peter, comes to Wendy’s home and takes her and her… siblings to an island. And there’s a fairy—uh, very small person, has wings? Also, young boys who live on the magical island… Not like here, there’s no magic here.” Steve blinks slowly, “… actually, I haven’t found magic here. Wouldn’t know if was.”
You were sure your heart was going to explode out of your chest. There was something about a giant man, rugged and gruff, being so innocently clueless that made you melt. He was a fresh gasp of air, bare of even the slightest wickedness, eyes as golden as the hair on his head.
“Is there magic where you’re from?”
To put it simply, yes but not in the sense he would understand. Your world has come across super robots, alien invasions, people with enhanced abilities, and gods from faraway galaxies, you shrug instead. “It’s nothing compared to Neverland.”
Steve’s mouth drops open and he beams, “Neverland! You read the book too?” When you nod, he grabs your shoulders, shaking you again. “So much in common!”
It’s true what they say about time. It flies when you’re having fun, no matter what it is.
And lying here, on another landing of Steve’s treehouse, it was the most fun you’ve had in a while. A small solar-powered lamp flickers as the giant talks about the constellations, from another book he read. Sputtering and pausing between words, you let him take his time. Honestly, you could listen to him speak for hours.
You get distracted every time you look at him. The moonlight cast upon his pale skin and freckles, accentuating his cheekbones, shadows enhancing his deeper features and the stars reflecting in his eyes. You blink at him slowly, tired like a child as your eyes get heavy.
“Sleepy?”
“A little.” You say after sipping from the water Steve gave you. A bottle from Bruce, he said, that he filled from the watering hole.
Steve switches off the lamp and reclines on the mound of cushions and blankets that he set up. After you mentioned what the stars looked like in the jungle, how much brighter they were without light pollution, he dragged out the mattress and every soft or plush thing he could get his hands on.
“You sleep. I will stay up.”
You yawn, stretching and inhaling deeply. “You should sleep too, aren’t you tired?”
“Don’t get tired often. Don’t sleep most nights, too.” The rasp in his voice flows over the open air. He inches closer to you until your shoulders touch. “It’s okay, I will protect you. Remember?”
You laugh breathily when his fingers tap on your head again. “I remember.”
The quiet drags on, nothing but the song of the crickets and the wisping wind among the leaves of the trees brushing against each other. Your eyes eventually fall shut, sleep taking over you.
As you drift into unconsciousness, Steve pulls you close. His arms envelop you tightly against his chest, his body heat instantly stops the chill crawling up your spine. His chest is hard under you, although firm, his muscles are comfortable. His chest hair tickles your cheek as he pulls a blanket over you.
Steve freezes when you shift. That strange feeling returned to his chest again, that same one he felt when he saw you the first time. Of course, he feels guilty about hurting you, but he doesn’t regret sweeping you away.
You were his new friend, his new cute friend. You weren’t the first woman he’s seen, but you were the first to ever make him feel this way. Steve has wracked his brain relentlessly, trying to find words to describe how he feels—maybe you would know what he’s feeling.
Judging from your badge, you were like Bruce, so you must be knowledgeable. Maybe you can help him with other things, like the funny heat that he felt when he saw your chest. He’s tried to understand the book that Bruce gave him, but things were still fuzzy.
He also wants to show you the waterfalls. Hopefully, the clear blue water could compete with the stars that you seemed so interested in. He’d hate to disappoint you.
“Goodnight,” He utters, nestling your head as his fingers dig into your hips. How did you smell so good? He couldn’t get enough. “Can’t wait for you to wake up.”
𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: here it is and I hope you all enjoyed it !! soft!Steve just makes me melt :') Mhm, did someone say possessive!steve with a size kink for the next part? Well it’s coming anyway😌 I'm always open for feedback, feel free to share your thoughts !!
Summary: Bucky can’t describe the way his heart seized in his chest after hearing you were in an accident so no he doesn’t give a damn about some car. You’re worth more than anything he owns.
Pairing: Beefy Mafia Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: Rough smut, choking (reader and Bucky), praise kink, voice kink, kitty slapping oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, canon level violence (but its directed at Walker so…), mentions of a car accident. Mentions of panic attack. Protective Bucky. 6'4" Bucky.
A/N: Late entry to mafia Mondays.
“He’s going to be furious.”
You press your body further back, wishing you could melt into the seat. John has been tormenting you since you swerved into the wall to avoid hitting a stray dog. He’s your newly assigned bodyguard and had been following you in his own car while you went for a drive. He saw the entire accident; you swore he was laughing at you before he came over to check on you.
“He just got this car.”
That was well over a half-hour ago, normally you wouldn’t allow him to speak to you like this but you’re rattled from the accident. Even now your heart is slamming against your ribcage and a bead of cold sweat rolls down the middle of your back. Covering your face, you whisper into your palms, “I know.”
John won’t let up, pointing out each scratch and dent, each word spewed out of his mouth bounces around in your brain before sinking like lead inside your stomach. Your hands are shakier now than when you first heard the sickening crunch of metal grinding into the brick wall. “This is a four million dollar car, and you fucked up it.”
“I know,” your voice cracks on the last word. Tears burn your eyes, you know how much it costs. You were there when they delivered the custom Bugatti to Bucky’s estate. You saw how excited he got, proudly showing you his newest toy.
Placing your chin on the steering wheel, you stare despondently at the damage. The extensive scratches across the once pristine surface shimmer through your tears. You blink owlishly, the fat droplets roll down your cheek and collect under your chin. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry oh, you’re going to be sorry when he’s done with you.” John laughs harshly, his grating voice piercing your ears. “He’s gonna-“
summary: Fake marrying Bucky was only supposed to be a means to an end.
prompt: college au, fake marriage au, and enemies to lovers
warnings: swearing, talk of past sexual abuse
a/n: This was written for @broadwayandnetflix for @bucky-smiles‘s Secret Santa! SURPRISE!!!! I’m so sorry I’m a day late, I just wanted to make sure it was as good as I could make it!! I really hope you enjoy!!!
You weren’t sure how you ended up staring at divorce papers.
Hell, you’d just graduated college three weeks ago and had miraculously landed your first job that was conducive to your career.
And now, you were a divorcée at the age of twenty-one.
Granted, your marriage had lasted much longer than a lot of those that happened when the two people were teenagers.
It had also been fake, but that’s beside the point.
You read over the divorce papers for the eightieth time since they’d arrived. Both of you took your individual things, no need for lawyers…
It had all seemed so simple when it first began. A means to an end.
You were eighteen and stupid. Desperate. You had no idea what the consequences would be.
You had no idea that you’d actually fall in love with your husband.
Summary: Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl
Pairing: Mafia Bucky x reader
A/N Written on my phone, no beta, all mistakes will be fixed tonight
Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, mentions of violence.
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Water drips down the side of the brick wall, the fluorescent ceiling lights harshly shine down on the silent men. Low dull thuds, fists hitting flesh echo in the small, dark room, followed by muffled pained grunts.
A sharp knock at the door stops Bucky mid punch, "What?"
One of his men opens the door, holding a small cell phone, "Its your girl, Mr. Barnes"
Bucky wipes the blood off his hand, tossing the stained rag at man slumped in the chair.
He holds his hand out, taking the phone. "Hey honey," he smiles, placing the phone between his shoulder and ear.
He takes another rag from Steve, cleaning his rings.
"Hi", you sniffle, swallowing thickly trying to not cry, "Are you busy?"
Bucky walks to the door, motioning for Steve to continue, "No, just handling a little business, Im never too busy for you". He closes the door as Steve draws his fist back.
His heart dropping when you sigh, unable to hid how you upset you are.
"Whats wrong?"
Bucky keeps his voice soft, his eyes revealing his growing rage when you tell him about your day. His men instinctively backing away from him as he strolls down the hallway.
Stepping outside, he leans against his car, adjusting his jacket, checking the material for any specks of stray blood.
"And then he screamed at me in front of the entire department, meanwhile the file was sitting right on his desk under his laptop," you continue, your rant winding down, "never even apologized."
Bucky smiles, a dark twist of his lips. He's been wanting to have a conversation with your boss for a while now, only holding back out of respect for you. But no one makes his girl cry. The only time he wants tears in those pretty eyes is when your lips are wrapped his cock, taking him down your throat until you gag.
Sam's been listening to Buckys side of the conversation, one look at his friend and he understands what's about to happen.
When you finish, you feel better, lighter. Bucky always knows what to say when you're frazzled, able to calm you. You say your goodbyes and return to your work.
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The black SUV pulls up to curb outside your building. He steps out, buttoning his jacket. Peter runs ahead of him, opening the door.
The building nearly empty, the security guard at the front desk pretends to sleep when he recognizes the men at entrance.
Walking up the stairs, flanked by Sam and Steve, he finds your office on the second floor.
Making sure your door is shut, Steve stands outside your office. Bucky and Sam continue until they reach your boss's office.
His secretary looks up from her desk, "You cant go in---", she splutters, shrinking back when Sam sits on her desk, grinning at her.
"Sure darling", he replies picking her family photo off the desk.
Ignoring her, Bucky doesn't break his stride. He takes his knife out, twirling it in the air, whistling an upbeat tune as the door closes behind him.
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An hour later, with the last of your paperwork finished, you pack up your bags. Stretching your legs, you stand up, twisting your back.
You shoulder your door open, locking it behind you. The office is unusually quiet tonight, you shrug it off figuring everyone must be busy.
Going to the garage, you look around in disbelief at the empty parking spot where you car should be. Reaching into your pocket, you grab your phone, jumping when you hear a honk.
Turning around, you recognize the car stopping beside you. The tinted window rolls down, "Hi pretty girl, need a ride?"
You laugh, rolling your eyes, " Guess so, someone stole my car".
Peter hops out the front, holding the door open for you. Sliding over the smooth leather seats, you hug Bucky, inhaling his clean scent.
His hand wraps around your throat, his cold rings pressing into your skin. Moving your head up, he kisses you, his tongue slipping into your mouth.
He can't help himself, you smell too damn good, feel even better, he can't wait to get home, he has to have you now.
A carnal need to make you feel good, an overwhelming desire to make you forget that you were upset earlier, when he's done you're not going to remember your own name.
With his hand on your throat, he pushes you down on the seats, moving you under him. Adjusting your leg around his side, your falling down the seat.
"Missed you so much", he pants into your open mouth,"let me take care of you".
Peter averts his eyes, rolling up the partition, putting his headphones in.
With his lips still on yours, he unbuttons your shirt, pushing your bra up. His thumbs rub your sensitive nipples, making you moan in his mouth.
Breaking the kiss, he pushes your skirt up. Fast, desperate movements, you undressing each other, ripping your panties off. Your hands on his pants , unzipping him, bumping into each other in the small space.
You take his thick cock in your hands, guiding him into your body. Gasping as he stretches you, you feel him so deep in you, each stroke sending spirals of crushing pleasure through you. He groans feeling your hot walls squeeze his cock, "Thats my good girl", he praises, "taking me so well".
When you cant take anymore, the sensations becoming unbearable, you place your hand on his chisled abs, trying to get a slight reprieve, needing to catch your breath.
He slows his hips, pulling slowly out of you, making you feel very inch.
Grabbing your hand he puts it above your head, leaning down he stares into your eyes, "This is all yours honey, you're going to take all of it". He slams into you, pushing you over the edge, the coil unwinding in you, your orgams spiraling through you, barely able to cry out his name.
Before you can recover, he pulls out of you, his cock coated in your slick. Bucky twists you around, your chest pressed into the seat, your hands scrambling, trying to hold onto something. The force of his next thrust making you claw into the leather.
A low sob ripped from your throat, his firm chest gliding over your back. Bucky listens to every sob, moan and sigh, playing your body until he finds the rhythm that has you breathlessly gasping, your back arched under him.
He puts one hand on your hip, the other on the window, using his legs to get more leverage, moving faster, deeper until you clamp down again. He loves how you make him feel, frantically holding off his own release, he determined to make you cum at least one more time.
When you do, when you scream his name, your body tensed around him, he's never been more proud. This is how he wants you every day, lost in your pleasure, fucked out of your mind.
When he gets you home, he going to pamper you, his people already setting up a mini spa in the living room. Then, he plans on fucking you until you can't move.
And he does.
The next morning, he's sitting across from the bed, reviewing his reports when you jump out of the bed, snatching your phone from the nightstand. He smiles into his coffee, listening as you call your boss to tell him you're on your way.
When you fall silent, the phone falling to the bed, he looks up at you, smirking as he sets his paperwork aside.
"What did you do Bucky?" You question, narrowing your eyes at him.
He leans forward, patting his knee "Come here and I'll show you."
Summary : Today is your birthday so you’re the one in charge. Taking your friends to Disneyland, you maybe consider the definition of your relationship with Timmy : friends or lovers ?
A/N : Yesterday was my birthday, and I came up with this idea - a way to celebrate my special day - sweet thing.
There's an another way to spend this day - dark way ( coming soon ) . So what do you choose for your birthday, with whom and which way. Let me know.
MASTERLIST
It’s your birthday so you decided to go out with your friends ( Timmy, your best friend Grace and her boyfriend Johnny ) to celebrate.
You’re the one in charge today so you took them to Disneyland Paris - ‘cause you love amusement parks.
You guys just arrived there.
“ I think you’re the one who has a birthday. Why you’re so happy, Timmy ?”
He couldn’t stop himself from laughing “I don’t know. I guess I'm just too excited.”
“Silly, Timmy.” You wrapped your hand around his neck and you guys walked toward the entrance just like the best buddies ever.
4 of you spent almost all of the morning just waiting and waiting because the line is too long, so you only could play 2 games.
Btw you all starved, Timmy decided to choose a random place to get lunch - which he insisted paid for you all ‘cause it’s your birthday.
In the afternoon, Grace felt a little bit tired and told you and Tim to continue the journey when she rested in the drink shop with Johnny.
“Alright, take a break, honey.” Then you glanced to Johnny “Take care of her, ok.”
“Sure, it’s my job.” He answered.
So you and Tim continued to find a new place to play a game, do something fun.
He said “I think Grace will be alright. Btw, Johnny looked like he will be dying if he can’t have any privacy with her. They tried to make out every chance they have. Haha”
You laughed “ As long as she feels happy with him. Then everything will be fine.”
At the same time, you thought
I want sth like them - a sweet couple thing. Huh, just like it’s not the right time for me to meet someone.
Suddenly Tim shouted, “We should play this game”. Then he pointed to the roller-coaster - which had full of screaming over there.
“No, no.” You shook your head. “I’m afraid of height. And I think it will take 5’ to finish this game. At that time, I’m definitely dead.”
“Common. It’s just 5 mins.” He made the puppy eyes and rubbed his head to your shoulder.
It’s always working. But y/n think Tim doesn’t know that.
“Fine. Just this time.”
“Yay. Thanks, y/n.” Then he kissed your cheek and jumped up because of happy.
Oh my god don’t do that Tim. You don’t know that action could affect me so much.
You and he went to that big roller-coaster. When you reached there, all you could think is “F, it’s so highhhhh.”
But you gave him your words and you thought maybe you could try this time.
Sitting in your seat, you’re getting nervous. Tim knew that so he wrapped his hand around yours, and said “Chill, y/n. I’m right here.”
You took a deep breath and the game began.
Actually, it’s quite fun.
When you came at the highest of the roller coaster, everyone yelled and shouted very loud. Then you heard Tim said sth to you, and smiled.
Oh, he said “I love you” ? Did I hear it wrong ?
It can’t be true.
The game was over. You guys left the seat quickly.
You remained silent all the way down. But Timmy, he’s so happy ‘cause he’s able to play his favorite game.
Then he noticed you didn’t say anything. He asked, “Are you tired ?”
You startled “No, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. Is it because you felt scared up there ?… I’m sorry for forcing you.”
You shook your head “ No, no. It’s fun after all.”
“Then why you’re looking so upset ?”
You babbled “ Because… You said sth up there. I’m so confused.”
Timothee waited for you to finish your sentence.
“I…heard that. You said you love me…Do you have a thing with me ?…. Sorry, I think I misunderstood sth.” You kept your head down ‘cause you couldn’t look at his eyes right now.
He softly comforted you “No. You’re not.” Then he lifted your head up, Tim looked deeply into your eyes.
He paused for a minute and continued “I said that…I love you, y/n. I’m in love with you for a long time. But every time we hang out, you always say that I’m just a best buddy, BFF, or sth…When we played that game, I saw you’re so happy, you’re smiling and so damn beautiful. So I couldn’t stop myself, I just spitted it out.”
You pulled him over and hugged him. You rubbed his hair.
“So… you’re not mad with me ?” He asked
“Of course not.”
He sighed in relief.
Then, you pinched him sharply on his waist.
“Ouch, y/n. I thought you’re not mad with me.”
“Yeah. I am not. But how can you confess your feeling with me up there? You can’t be bold enough to tell me face-to-face.” You giggled
Tim cupped your cheeks then laid a soft kiss on your mouth.
“Sorry, honey. I’m such a coward, right ?”
“Yeah, maybe.” You said
Then you laid a quick kiss in return “But you’re always my Tim.”
“So… we’re lovers, right ?”
You gave him another kiss “Uh huh. Lovers…”
He broke apart and said “I’m not letting you tell anyone we’re just friends anymore. Remember that.”
You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.
“Noted that.”
Then he gave you long long kisss. Tim bit your lips, he left a husky sound. Then shoved his tongue to your mouth and sought for yours. Your tongues met.
I can’t breathe. It’s amazinggggg.
He paused to inhale some air then went back to his job. Timmy kissed you hungry, passionately. You left a sinful moan.
You heard someone yelled “Get a room, pls. There’re kids here. For god’s sake.”
You both laughed out loud and our heads restrained on each other.
“Now I’m the one in change, babe. Happy birthday, y/n.” He left a quick kiss, then hold your hand, guided u to the next destination of your journey.
Oh. I’m going to thank Grace for being tired today.
