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Delirious Decisions
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Updated: January 25, 2025
Indulge Away!
Don't Flip your Wig, Steve
Steve and you time traveled. Your Steve is not happy meeting the old Steve because he shows interest in you.
His Fiore
Steve smexy Rogers moves into the neighborhood, and one evening, he catches you sneaking into the building opposite his through the fire escape. He watches curiously, slightly amused and, quite frankly, amazed by you. Guess what he does next? He writes a note, signs it with his middle name, Grant, and slips it under your door. How will you discover that Grant is none other than Captain America?
Love's Sanctity
Steve is there when you feel like you're falling apart, when the weight of stress becomes overwhelming. He sees right through you and always knows exactly what to do to make you feel better.
Berserk Captain Rogers
Steve has gone feral, and you are the only one who can calm him
Subdue
Alpha!Steve is giving a preview on what happens when someone dares to harm his mate.
Drugged Delusion of Mrs. Rogers
Some angsty goodness with the misunderstanding arc, and Steve fucking the misunderstanding out of you.
Wise Men Say
100-word drabble for Flash Fiction challenge
Not so Vanilla Man
Steve proves to you he is far from Vanilla. You catch my drift? This is just overloaded fluffiest smut. (My first attempt at Smut! :D)
Fortuitous Fate
You travel to the 40s, and meet Steve Rogers. That meeting marks important in their journey
Havenbrooke Trails
To finish your novel, you go to Havenbrooke for inspiration on the insistence of your editor. However, you find more than some inspiration for your novel there.
Oblivious Heart
Summary to be written
Hide 'N' Boink
Summary to be written
Drugged Courage
Steve gets drugged on a mission and inhales sex pollen, but no one notices any difference as he is very impassive. He has been craving y/n, and he takes her to his quarters as soon as he returns from the mission.
A Tale of Timely Interventions
You were sent on a mission in the 40s. It was highly unusual, and you play a bigger role in Captain America's life than you can even remotely comprehend. You also had no clue that Steve Rogers feels strongly for you. (Final Part Jan, 2025)
Snowed In
You were not supposed to be on that mission, but you were, and it was a trap. There was also a snowstorm, and you were stuck. Steve is furious when he learns about this and goes to lengths to reach you.
Starlord Ruffles Steve's Feathers
Steve jealous of Peter Quill flirting with you.
Captain's Boinking Escapades
Guess what Tony has found!
Crimson Tranquility
There is more to your husband than meets the eye.
Giddy Affairs
A congressman drabble!
On the qui vive
A fluffy drabble (ft. mafia!Bucky)
Yield to me
A fluffy drabble (ft. adventurous Alpine)
Strings
Bucky's housewife kink gets activated!
Pluvial Kisses!
Tooth rotting fluff, Bucky being the absolute fuckin dream of a man! *heavy sigh*
Catharsis
Summary to be drafted
The Time Thor Third-Wheeled
The title sums about it!
Confessions of Mr. Grumpaholic
I really need to draft a summary for this. :D
Enlivened Mornings
Summary to be drafted
Bucky Barnes vs Ethan Stark
Dad!Bucky fic set in the Sappy Sunday Thought universe.
Your Restive Man
This is a simple fluffy blurb. Clingy Bucky who cannot stay apart from you.
Stranded & Succored
You were having a bad day and decided to drive to calm your nerves. However, you get stranded in the middle of nowhere with no phone. And this tall, gorgeous man is pulling up in his truck and claiming your heart and body.
Wish Come True
100-word drabble for the Flash Fiction challenge
Stucky x Reader | Steve x Reader x Bucky
Captain Softly Stern and Sergeant Toughly Tender Vignettes
Collection of oneshots set in a universe.
Unwaveringly Homebound
100-word drabble for the Flash Fiction Challenge
I met them, and now I'm their queen
Angsty fluff & confessions to get it off their chest before the new year starts.
Half-baked, damn
Easy peasy, sweetheart. They’d said. It’s for the people. They’d said.
Permanence (F!Reader version)
Love transcends time.
Permanence (OFC version)
Love transcends time.
Sneaky & Sly
A blue hoodie, a sly man, and domesticated bliss
Blissful Summer Bruises
Some domesticated bliss with two hot super soldiers
The Pantry Affairs
A day in your life with two extremely wonderful and protective men
The Curious Affairs of Mr. Holmes
Waltz Into My Heart
This is the chaos corner. I'm still figuring out an efficient way to organize these. So, don't mind the mumble jumble.
Flash Fiction Challenge
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Alpha Steve
Blissful Adventures of Mr. Softly Stern & Mr. Toughly Tender
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
WC: ~300
Warnings: Fluff | Super hot super soldier alert | Bucky exercising | Bucky seducing reader | Soft!dom Bucky vibes | Allusions to smutty times | Unbeta'd | Lemme know if I missed anything!
A/N: My submission for June Jukebox Scribbles | Prompt: "I can't control myself" Song: Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace | @societynsoelsscribbles | Here ya go!✨🥹💞
Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist
Indulge Away!
Grunt.
You ignored it.
Grunt.
Ugh! It was taking everything in you to focus on the screen rather than those huffs and grunts. But to your dismay, it grew louder.
Grunt.
This time it was less of a grunt and more of a moan.
"BUCKY, CUT IT OUT," you snapped, spinning around in your chair.
He didn't stop. Instead, he cocked an eyebrow as he continued with his set, showing off the muscles rippling under his sweat-slicked skin.
"What am I doing?" he rumbled, his voice hitting the pulse in your pussy.
"That's it". You abandoned the work and strode toward him, eyes fixed on his chest. He looked practically lickable.
"Stop it. I'm trying to work," you whined, failing to mask the tremor in your voice.
Bucky set the weights down with a dull thud and stood to his full height, a smug, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"I'm working out too, beautiful," he murmured, stepping into your space and leaning down until his breath hitched against your lips.
Your eyes narrowed, trying to summon a shred of resistance. "You could lift that entire couch single-handedly without breaking a sweat," you countered, poking a defiant finger into his chest. "You don't need to exert yourself this much."
Bucky caught your wrist, and before you could protest, his other arm wrapped around your waist, hauling you flush against his chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "What's your point?"
You gasped, your resolve shattering. Every instinct urged you to pull away, but you were paralyzed by the scent of him.
"You're such a little shit, Buck," you groaned, your fingers finally giving in and tangling into his hair. "You know exactly what you're doing to me."
"Oh, I haven't done a thing to you yet, my love" he growled.
Before you could say another word, his mouth crashed onto yours. In one fluid move, he hoisted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his torso as he claimed you completely.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
WC: ~300
Warnings: Fluff | Super hot super soldier alert | Bucky exercising | Bucky seducing reader | Soft!dom Bucky vibes | Allusions to smutty times | Unbeta'd | Lemme know if I missed anything!
A/N: My submission for June Jukebox Scribbles | Prompt: "I can't control myself" Song: Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace | @societynsoelsscribbles | Here ya go!✨🥹💞
Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist
Indulge Away!
Grunt.
You ignored it.
Grunt.
Ugh! It was taking everything in you to focus on the screen rather than those huffs and grunts. But to your dismay, it grew louder.
Grunt.
This time it was less of a grunt and more of a moan.
"BUCKY, CUT IT OUT," you snapped, spinning around in your chair.
He didn't stop. Instead, he cocked an eyebrow as he continued with his set, showing off the muscles rippling under his sweat-slicked skin.
"What am I doing?" he rumbled, his voice hitting the pulse in your pussy.
"That's it". You abandoned the work and strode toward him, eyes fixed on his chest. He looked practically lickable.
"Stop it. I'm trying to work," you whined, failing to mask the tremor in your voice.
Bucky set the weights down with a dull thud and stood to his full height, a smug, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"I'm working out too, beautiful," he murmured, stepping into your space and leaning down until his breath hitched against your lips.
Your eyes narrowed, trying to summon a shred of resistance. "You could lift that entire couch single-handedly without breaking a sweat," you countered, poking a defiant finger into his chest. "You don't need to exert yourself this much."
Bucky caught your wrist, and before you could protest, his other arm wrapped around your waist, hauling you flush against his chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "What's your point?"
You gasped, your resolve shattering. Every instinct urged you to pull away, but you were paralyzed by the scent of him.
"You're such a little shit, Buck," you groaned, your fingers finally giving in and tangling into his hair. "You know exactly what you're doing to me."
"Oh, I haven't done a thing to you yet, my love" he growled.
Before you could say another word, his mouth crashed onto yours. In one fluid move, he hoisted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his torso as he claimed you completely.
Pairing: Jack x F!Reader
WC: ~300
Warnings: Fluff | Tying | Inventive Jack | Soft!dom vibes | Allusions to smut |Unbeta'd | Lemme know if I missed anything!
A/N: My first Jack fic. Fair warning it might be blegh.
My submission for June Jukebox Scribbles | Prompt: "I hate to do this, you leave me no choice" Song: Rude - MAGIC! | @societynsoelsscribbles | Here ya go!✨🥹
Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist
Indulge Away!
"You're insufferable," you groaned, turning on your heel to leave.
Jack only raised a brow, determined to win this tooth and nail. "I hate to do this," he murmured, lunging forward to snag your waist and pull you flush against his chest.
You blinked.
"You leave me no choice," he continued. Before you could protest, his hand dipped into his pocket, pulling out a bundle of thin plastic strips.
You stared, dumbfounded.
"Are those zip ties?"
"Hmm."
"Jack, those are zip ties."
"Medical grade," he added smugly.
"Unbelievable," you laughed, waiting for him to laught it off.
He didn't laugh, and your smile faded. "Oh my God, you're serious."
He pressed a distracting kiss to your cheek. Before you could react, he slyly brought your hands behind your back, and a sharp zip-zip-zip echoed through the room.
"Jack!"
"You refuse to clock out," he reasoned.
"This is kidnapping!"
"Whatever you wanna call it, babygirl."
"You can't arrest me for working!"
"I'm not arresting you. I'm taking my girl home." Your whole body flushed.
"I can't," you tried again. "I have…"
"You have thirty seconds to voluntarily walk out," he whispered against your lips.
"No."
"Okay."
Jack stepped back and dramatically rolled up his sleeves. "If you don't wanna walk, I'm carrying you out over my shoulder. Looking exactly like this."
You glanced at your bound hands. "Fine," you conceded.
Jack smirked, pulling out shears to cleanly snip the plastic. "See? Wasn't so hard."
You rubbed your wrists with a huff. "I'm still reporting you to HR."
"Go ahead. They're the ones who told me to make you go home."
"And the zip ties?"
Jack shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "Those were my idea. And I can think of a better use," he said, claiming your lips.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
WC: ~300
Warnings: Fluff | Super hot super soldier alert | Bucky exercising | Bucky seducing reader | Soft!dom Bucky vibes | Allusions to smutty times | Unbeta'd | Lemme know if I missed anything!
A/N: My submission for June Jukebox Scribbles | Prompt: "I can't control myself" Song: Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace | @societynsoelsscribbles | Here ya go!✨🥹💞
Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist
Indulge Away!
Grunt.
You ignored it.
Grunt.
Ugh! It was taking everything in you to focus on the screen rather than those huffs and grunts. But to your dismay, it grew louder.
Grunt.
This time it was less of a grunt and more of a moan.
"BUCKY, CUT IT OUT," you snapped, spinning around in your chair.
He didn't stop. Instead, he cocked an eyebrow as he continued with his set, showing off the muscles rippling under his sweat-slicked skin.
"What am I doing?" he rumbled, his voice hitting the pulse in your pussy.
"That's it". You abandoned the work and strode toward him, eyes fixed on his chest. He looked practically lickable.
"Stop it. I'm trying to work," you whined, failing to mask the tremor in your voice.
Bucky set the weights down with a dull thud and stood to his full height, a smug, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"I'm working out too, beautiful," he murmured, stepping into your space and leaning down until his breath hitched against your lips.
Your eyes narrowed, trying to summon a shred of resistance. "You could lift that entire couch single-handedly without breaking a sweat," you countered, poking a defiant finger into his chest. "You don't need to exert yourself this much."
Bucky caught your wrist, and before you could protest, his other arm wrapped around your waist, hauling you flush against his chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "What's your point?"
You gasped, your resolve shattering. Every instinct urged you to pull away, but you were paralyzed by the scent of him.
"You're such a little shit, Buck," you groaned, your fingers finally giving in and tangling into his hair. "You know exactly what you're doing to me."
"Oh, I haven't done a thing to you yet, my love" he growled.
Before you could say another word, his mouth crashed onto yours. In one fluid move, he hoisted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his torso as he claimed you completely.
Pairing: Jack x F!Reader
WC: ~300
Warnings: Fluff | Tying | Inventive Jack | Soft!dom vibes | Allusions to smut |Unbeta'd | Lemme know if I missed anything!
A/N: My first Jack fic. Fair warning it might be blegh.
My submission for June Jukebox Scribbles | Prompt: "I hate to do this, you leave me no choice" Song: Rude - MAGIC! | @societynsoelsscribbles | Here ya go!✨🥹
Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist
Indulge Away!
"You're insufferable," you groaned, turning on your heel to leave.
Jack only raised a brow, determined to win this tooth and nail. "I hate to do this," he murmured, lunging forward to snag your waist and pull you flush against his chest.
You blinked.
"You leave me no choice," he continued. Before you could protest, his hand dipped into his pocket, pulling out a bundle of thin plastic strips.
You stared, dumbfounded.
"Are those zip ties?"
"Hmm."
"Jack, those are zip ties."
"Medical grade," he added smugly.
"Unbelievable," you laughed, waiting for him to laught it off.
He didn't laugh, and your smile faded. "Oh my God, you're serious."
He pressed a distracting kiss to your cheek. Before you could react, he slyly brought your hands behind your back, and a sharp zip-zip-zip echoed through the room.
"Jack!"
"You refuse to clock out," he reasoned.
"This is kidnapping!"
"Whatever you wanna call it, babygirl."
"You can't arrest me for working!"
"I'm not arresting you. I'm taking my girl home." Your whole body flushed.
"I can't," you tried again. "I have…"
"You have thirty seconds to voluntarily walk out," he whispered against your lips.
"No."
"Okay."
Jack stepped back and dramatically rolled up his sleeves. "If you don't wanna walk, I'm carrying you out over my shoulder. Looking exactly like this."
You glanced at your bound hands. "Fine," you conceded.
Jack smirked, pulling out shears to cleanly snip the plastic. "See? Wasn't so hard."
You rubbed your wrists with a huff. "I'm still reporting you to HR."
"Go ahead. They're the ones who told me to make you go home."
"And the zip ties?"
Jack shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "Those were my idea. And I can think of a better use," he said, claiming your lips.
Pairing: Jack x F!Reader
WC: ~300
Warnings: Fluff | Tying | Inventive Jack | Soft!dom vibes | Allusions to smut |Unbeta'd | Lemme know if I missed anything!
A/N: My first Jack fic. Fair warning it might be blegh.
My submission for June Jukebox Scribbles | Prompt: "I hate to do this, you leave me no choice" Song: Rude - MAGIC! | @societynsoelsscribbles | Here ya go!✨🥹
Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist
Indulge Away!
"You're insufferable," you groaned, turning on your heel to leave.
Jack only raised a brow, determined to win this tooth and nail. "I hate to do this," he murmured, lunging forward to snag your waist and pull you flush against his chest.
You blinked.
"You leave me no choice," he continued. Before you could protest, his hand dipped into his pocket, pulling out a bundle of thin plastic strips.
You stared, dumbfounded.
"Are those zip ties?"
"Hmm."
"Jack, those are zip ties."
"Medical grade," he added smugly.
"Unbelievable," you laughed, waiting for him to laught it off.
He didn't laugh, and your smile faded. "Oh my God, you're serious."
He pressed a distracting kiss to your cheek. Before you could react, he slyly brought your hands behind your back, and a sharp zip-zip-zip echoed through the room.
"Jack!"
"You refuse to clock out," he reasoned.
"This is kidnapping!"
"Whatever you wanna call it, babygirl."
"You can't arrest me for working!"
"I'm not arresting you. I'm taking my girl home." Your whole body flushed.
"I can't," you tried again. "I have…"
"You have thirty seconds to voluntarily walk out," he whispered against your lips.
"No."
"Okay."
Jack stepped back and dramatically rolled up his sleeves. "If you don't wanna walk, I'm carrying you out over my shoulder. Looking exactly like this."
You glanced at your bound hands. "Fine," you conceded.
Jack smirked, pulling out shears to cleanly snip the plastic. "See? Wasn't so hard."
You rubbed your wrists with a huff. "I'm still reporting you to HR."
"Go ahead. They're the ones who told me to make you go home."
"And the zip ties?"
Jack shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "Those were my idea. And I can think of a better use," he said, claiming your lips.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
WC: ~300
Warnings: Fluff | Super hot super soldier alert | Bucky exercising | Bucky seducing reader | Soft!dom Bucky vibes | Allusions to smutty times | Unbeta'd | Lemme know if I missed anything!
A/N: My submission for June Jukebox Scribbles | Prompt: "I can't control myself" Song: Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace | @societynsoelsscribbles | Here ya go!✨🥹💞
Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist
Indulge Away!
Grunt.
You ignored it.
Grunt.
Ugh! It was taking everything in you to focus on the screen rather than those huffs and grunts. But to your dismay, it grew louder.
Grunt.
This time it was less of a grunt and more of a moan.
"BUCKY, CUT IT OUT," you snapped, spinning around in your chair.
He didn't stop. Instead, he cocked an eyebrow as he continued with his set, showing off the muscles rippling under his sweat-slicked skin.
"What am I doing?" he rumbled, his voice hitting the pulse in your pussy.
"That's it". You abandoned the work and strode toward him, eyes fixed on his chest. He looked practically lickable.
"Stop it. I'm trying to work," you whined, failing to mask the tremor in your voice.
Bucky set the weights down with a dull thud and stood to his full height, a smug, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"I'm working out too, beautiful," he murmured, stepping into your space and leaning down until his breath hitched against your lips.
Your eyes narrowed, trying to summon a shred of resistance. "You could lift that entire couch single-handedly without breaking a sweat," you countered, poking a defiant finger into his chest. "You don't need to exert yourself this much."
Bucky caught your wrist, and before you could protest, his other arm wrapped around your waist, hauling you flush against his chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "What's your point?"
You gasped, your resolve shattering. Every instinct urged you to pull away, but you were paralyzed by the scent of him.
"You're such a little shit, Buck," you groaned, your fingers finally giving in and tangling into his hair. "You know exactly what you're doing to me."
"Oh, I haven't done a thing to you yet, my love" he growled.
Before you could say another word, his mouth crashed onto yours. In one fluid move, he hoisted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his torso as he claimed you completely.
Pairing: Jack x F!Reader
WC: ~300
Warnings: Fluff | Tying | Inventive Jack | Soft!dom vibes | Allusions to smut |Unbeta'd | Lemme know if I missed anything!
A/N: My first Jack fic. Fair warning it might be blegh.
My submission for June Jukebox Scribbles | Prompt: "I hate to do this, you leave me no choice" Song: Rude - MAGIC! | @societynsoelsscribbles | Here ya go!✨🥹
Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist
Indulge Away!
"You're insufferable," you groaned, turning on your heel to leave.
Jack only raised a brow, determined to win this tooth and nail. "I hate to do this," he murmured, lunging forward to snag your waist and pull you flush against his chest.
You blinked.
"You leave me no choice," he continued. Before you could protest, his hand dipped into his pocket, pulling out a bundle of thin plastic strips.
You stared, dumbfounded.
"Are those zip ties?"
"Hmm."
"Jack, those are zip ties."
"Medical grade," he added smugly.
"Unbelievable," you laughed, waiting for him to laught it off.
He didn't laugh, and your smile faded. "Oh my God, you're serious."
He pressed a distracting kiss to your cheek. Before you could react, he slyly brought your hands behind your back, and a sharp zip-zip-zip echoed through the room.
"Jack!"
"You refuse to clock out," he reasoned.
"This is kidnapping!"
"Whatever you wanna call it, babygirl."
"You can't arrest me for working!"
"I'm not arresting you. I'm taking my girl home." Your whole body flushed.
"I can't," you tried again. "I have…"
"You have thirty seconds to voluntarily walk out," he whispered against your lips.
"No."
"Okay."
Jack stepped back and dramatically rolled up his sleeves. "If you don't wanna walk, I'm carrying you out over my shoulder. Looking exactly like this."
You glanced at your bound hands. "Fine," you conceded.
Jack smirked, pulling out shears to cleanly snip the plastic. "See? Wasn't so hard."
You rubbed your wrists with a huff. "I'm still reporting you to HR."
"Go ahead. They're the ones who told me to make you go home."
"And the zip ties?"
Jack shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "Those were my idea. And I can think of a better use," he said, claiming your lips.
Pairing: Jack x F!Reader
WC: ~300
Warnings: Fluff | Tying | Inventive Jack | Soft!dom vibes | Allusions to smut |Unbeta'd | Lemme know if I missed anything!
A/N: My first Jack fic. Fair warning it might be blegh.
My submission for June Jukebox Scribbles | Prompt: "I hate to do this, you leave me no choice" Song: Rude - MAGIC! | @societynsoelsscribbles | Here ya go!✨🥹
Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist
Indulge Away!
"You're insufferable," you groaned, turning on your heel to leave.
Jack only raised a brow, determined to win this tooth and nail. "I hate to do this," he murmured, lunging forward to snag your waist and pull you flush against his chest.
You blinked.
"You leave me no choice," he continued. Before you could protest, his hand dipped into his pocket, pulling out a bundle of thin plastic strips.
You stared, dumbfounded.
"Are those zip ties?"
"Hmm."
"Jack, those are zip ties."
"Medical grade," he added smugly.
"Unbelievable," you laughed, waiting for him to laught it off.
He didn't laugh, and your smile faded. "Oh my God, you're serious."
He pressed a distracting kiss to your cheek. Before you could react, he slyly brought your hands behind your back, and a sharp zip-zip-zip echoed through the room.
"Jack!"
"You refuse to clock out," he reasoned.
"This is kidnapping!"
"Whatever you wanna call it, babygirl."
"You can't arrest me for working!"
"I'm not arresting you. I'm taking my girl home." Your whole body flushed.
"I can't," you tried again. "I have…"
"You have thirty seconds to voluntarily walk out," he whispered against your lips.
"No."
"Okay."
Jack stepped back and dramatically rolled up his sleeves. "If you don't wanna walk, I'm carrying you out over my shoulder. Looking exactly like this."
You glanced at your bound hands. "Fine," you conceded.
Jack smirked, pulling out shears to cleanly snip the plastic. "See? Wasn't so hard."
You rubbed your wrists with a huff. "I'm still reporting you to HR."
"Go ahead. They're the ones who told me to make you go home."
"And the zip ties?"
Jack shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "Those were my idea. And I can think of a better use," he said, claiming your lips.
Pairing: Jack x F!Reader
WC: ~300
Warnings: Fluff | Tying | Inventive Jack | Soft!dom vibes | Allusions to smut |Unbeta'd | Lemme know if I missed anything!
A/N: My first Jack fic. Fair warning it might be blegh.
My submission for June Jukebox Scribbles | Prompt: "I hate to do this, you leave me no choice" Song: Rude - MAGIC! | @societynsoelsscribbles | Here ya go!✨🥹
Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! I do not consent to AI scraping my work. Banner & Divider made by me. Picture credits to Pinterest. Check out my other works: Masterlist
Indulge Away!
"You're insufferable," you groaned, turning on your heel to leave.
Jack only raised a brow, determined to win this tooth and nail. "I hate to do this," he murmured, lunging forward to snag your waist and pull you flush against his chest.
You blinked.
"You leave me no choice," he continued. Before you could protest, his hand dipped into his pocket, pulling out a bundle of thin plastic strips.
You stared, dumbfounded.
"Are those zip ties?"
"Hmm."
"Jack, those are zip ties."
"Medical grade," he added smugly.
"Unbelievable," you laughed, waiting for him to laught it off.
He didn't laugh, and your smile faded. "Oh my God, you're serious."
He pressed a distracting kiss to your cheek. Before you could react, he slyly brought your hands behind your back, and a sharp zip-zip-zip echoed through the room.
"Jack!"
"You refuse to clock out," he reasoned.
"This is kidnapping!"
"Whatever you wanna call it, babygirl."
"You can't arrest me for working!"
"I'm not arresting you. I'm taking my girl home." Your whole body flushed.
"I can't," you tried again. "I have…"
"You have thirty seconds to voluntarily walk out," he whispered against your lips.
"No."
"Okay."
Jack stepped back and dramatically rolled up his sleeves. "If you don't wanna walk, I'm carrying you out over my shoulder. Looking exactly like this."
You glanced at your bound hands. "Fine," you conceded.
Jack smirked, pulling out shears to cleanly snip the plastic. "See? Wasn't so hard."
You rubbed your wrists with a huff. "I'm still reporting you to HR."
"Go ahead. They're the ones who told me to make you go home."
"And the zip ties?"
Jack shrugged, utterly unapologetic. "Those were my idea. And I can think of a better use," he said, claiming your lips.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
WC: ~300
Warnings: Fluff | Super hot super soldier alert | Bucky exercising | Bucky seducing reader | Soft!dom Bucky vibes | Allusions to smutty times | Unbeta'd | Lemme know if I missed anything!
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Indulge Away!
Grunt.
You ignored it.
Grunt.
Ugh! It was taking everything in you to focus on the screen rather than those huffs and grunts. But to your dismay, it grew louder.
Grunt.
This time it was less of a grunt and more of a moan.
"BUCKY, CUT IT OUT," you snapped, spinning around in your chair.
He didn't stop. Instead, he cocked an eyebrow as he continued with his set, showing off the muscles rippling under his sweat-slicked skin.
"What am I doing?" he rumbled, his voice hitting the pulse in your pussy.
"That's it". You abandoned the work and strode toward him, eyes fixed on his chest. He looked practically lickable.
"Stop it. I'm trying to work," you whined, failing to mask the tremor in your voice.
Bucky set the weights down with a dull thud and stood to his full height, a smug, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"I'm working out too, beautiful," he murmured, stepping into your space and leaning down until his breath hitched against your lips.
Your eyes narrowed, trying to summon a shred of resistance. "You could lift that entire couch single-handedly without breaking a sweat," you countered, poking a defiant finger into his chest. "You don't need to exert yourself this much."
Bucky caught your wrist, and before you could protest, his other arm wrapped around your waist, hauling you flush against his chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "What's your point?"
You gasped, your resolve shattering. Every instinct urged you to pull away, but you were paralyzed by the scent of him.
"You're such a little shit, Buck," you groaned, your fingers finally giving in and tangling into his hair. "You know exactly what you're doing to me."
"Oh, I haven't done a thing to you yet, my love" he growled.
Before you could say another word, his mouth crashed onto yours. In one fluid move, he hoisted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his torso as he claimed you completely.
