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Fluff - ☆ Angst - ◇ Smut - ♡
One shots
Steve x reader x Nat ♡
Summary - After months of lusting after his teammate, and friend's girlfriend, he receives an invite that could make his fantasies come true
Prince!Tony x Princess!reader (Modern/Fairy tale AU) ♡
Summary – Under the pressure of his parents, and needing to do right by his kingdom, Prince Tony starts his search for a princess to marry.
Thor x Stark!reader ☆
Summary – A game of ‘truth or dare’ brings the reader face to face with a god.
Pairings – Thor x stark!reader
Word Count – 2.1k+ (One Shot)
Word Count: 7278 (Ok I have no defense except for the fact that Bucky is super fucking angsty)
Summary: A different perspective on the readers first date and first time with Bucky Barnes
PLEASE READ PART 8 FIRST IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY
Authors Note: Ok so here is Part 8 from Bucky’s perspective. Fair warning, it’s super anxiety but also hella fluffy. I wanted to do this because I really wanted to flesh out his character so we could see a bit more inside his head. Also the end is super important for setting up the rest of the series. I look forward to hearing what you guys think of it. As always thank you so much for reading this and all the lovely words of encouragement, feel free to message me with thoughts and feelings, feedback is deeply appreciated. Tagging is open, just ask <3
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Bucky’s POV:
“Hey Bucky,” she calls, jogging a little to catch up to him, he turns, heart slamming into his chest as he sees her moving towards him. “Can I… I mean would it be alright… I want to… I need to get out of here for a little bit. Need a break…” She stares up at him through her thick dark lashes, her eyes swallowing him whole, making his head swim.
He listens to her stammering words as he focuses on the perfect plumpness of her lips as her mouth tries rapidly to form her sentences. What I wouldn’t give to press against her lips, to feel them move beneath my own, to taste her delicious mouth. His cock twitches gently against his tight slacks, his jaw clenches, fighting for control.
“Can I come with you?” she asks nervously. His heart skips a beat as he gazes down at her imploring face, her eyes wild, is it with fright or excitement? He stares down at her with surprise, leaning forward as he catches a whiff of her scent, is it perfume? Soap? Just her natural smell?
His head swims again as he takes a deep breath, breathing her in. “Of course.” He smiles broadly. “Get dressed. We’ll leave in an hour.”
Warnings: So much Fluff, ALL THE SMUT! Second warning for mass amounts of smut, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all)
Word Count: 4979 (In my defense, there are 3 pages of smut)
Summary: You and Bucky find yourselves on an impromptu date, as the chemistry rises your ability to resist each other falls.
Authors Note: So this is my first real crack at smut, it’s super descriptive so I hope you guys are into it. I personally love this piece and found myself giggling while writing the date scene. I know it’s long but I can guarantee it’s worth it, I will go back to shorter chapters after this one. As always thank you so much for reading this and all the lovely words of encouragement, feel free to message me with thoughts and feelings, feedback is deeply appreciated. Tagging is open, just ask <3
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Bucky’s POV:
With a sharp kick to the middle of his chest, Bucky was sent sprawling backward, coming to rest harshly 10 feet away on the blue mat.
“Jesus, Buck, you alright?” Steve comes running up, bending over him as he lays on the mat, returning oxygen to his lungs.
“Yeah,” Bucky huffs, heaving himself into a sitting position, “just didn’t block it”
“We should stop for today, you’re clearly out of sorts pal.” Steve insisted, looking at his friend, worry etched on his face. “Buck, what’s going on? Are you alright? There’s something… different.”
Bucky’s mind immediately flashes to Y/N, remembering the warm pressure of her body curled beside him that morning. Every morning. He smiles quietly to himself.
The past week he had been hearing her cries in the late hours and running into her room to comfort her. For the past week, he had held her while she wept. Feeling her warmth, her curves, as her body shakes with sobs, wrapping his arms around her, helping in the only way he could, but still feeling it not to be enough.
For a week he had laid next to her perfect form, fingers dragging gently across her skin, as she breathed peacefully against his chest. And for the past week, he had left abruptly as she began to stir in the morning. Wishing not to force his imposing presence on her when she no longer needed him. But for those few hours, she needed him and he was in heaven.
Warnings: PTSD, ALL THE FLUFF, and a bit of smut too ;) (This is just the beginning, the smut storm is coming)
Word Count: 3625 (I know, I’m a wordy mother fucker)
Summary: After your first mission you seek comfort in Bucky, finding more than just reassuring words.
Authors Note: Uggg this might be my favorite bit so far but I feel that way about every new piece. This one is a little longer than usual and part 8 will be as well but that’s because part 8 is gonna be smut city. Thank you so much for reading this and all the lovely words of encouragement, let me know how you all like this one, feedback is deeply appreciated. Tagging is open, just ask <3
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You finally arrive back at the compound and everyone goes their separate ways to shower and recover. “Any injuries go to the medical bay,” Cap orders, “The rest of you, get cleaned up and get some sleep, we’ll debrief tomorrow. Good work today team.”
You move forward, slightly dazed, gliding down the hallway. It is only when a slight pressure is applied to your hand that you realize your fingers are still interlocked with Buckys.
He moves you forward down the hall, stopping in front of your door, “You alright doll?” He questions, noticing your vacant expression, concern etched across his face.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just tired. Need a break. Shower.” He continues to look at you, trying to read your face, you smile weakly.
“Ok…” he says tentatively, squeezing your hand gently. “If you need anything, I’m right down the hall,” he smiles, that perfect little half smirk, “we both know I don’t really sleep so don’t hesitate.”
“Thank you” you sigh, giving his hand a tight squeeze, your arms aching to be wrapped around him again, your chest wanting nothing more than to be pressed against his, your eyes swim with desire and confusion. He gently raises your hand to his lips, brushing a small kiss across your knuckles, his blue eyes not moving from your face.
“Goodnight.”
The moment is over before you even realize it happened, he leaves you, standing there with your heart pounding in your chest, watching his perfect form as he strides down the hallway. You sigh, retiring to your room and to a much-needed shower.
Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes, Captain America, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff
Warnings: Violence while on mission, fluff
Word Count: 2218
Summary: Your first mission with the team results in some issues
Authors Note: Part 7 will be quickly following this and flowing into some hefty smut in Part 8. Thank you all so much for your support so far! I’m so happy you all are liking this, I am loving writing it! Tagging is open, just ask <3
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“Absolutely not,” Bucky growls through gritted teeth. “She’s not going.” Bucky hadn’t spoken to you in 3 days, not since the incident with Sam in the kitchen; he even stopped appearing in the late night hours, when you desperately wished for his company. But now he had no problem speaking clearly about his dislike of your involvement with the mission.
You roll your eyes, annoyed at the man you thought was becoming… well… you weren’t really sure what you thought. You bite your lip as your thoughts race,
“I’m sorry, have I died? Cap, did you die? Because our deaths and the deaths of everyone else on this team are the only things that would result in you having any kind of say in who goes on what missions Barnes.” Stark snaps, clearly annoyed by Bucky’s interruption.
“As I was saying, Y/N, we’re going to set you up in a safe house, about a mile out from the combat zone, we’ll put security measures in place just in case, but the fighting should be over by us. From that distance, with the recalibrated equipment we were working on yesterday, you should have no problem hacking into Hydra’s database while we retrieve the weapon.”
“Sounds simple enough to me,” you nod decisively, putting on a brave face, trying to look confident.
“No!” Bucky interjects, “Am I the only one who sees how stupid this is! You want to take an untrained civilian into an active combat zone and, what? Leave her on her own with a few booby traps!?”
“Bucky, she’ll be fine, she’s not a civilian, she’s an agent.” Steve chimes in, consoling his friend, “Y/N says she can handle it,” he continues, turning to you, as you nod, “And I believe her.”
“Y/N,” Bucky now turns to you, “please tell me you are not buying into this madness. You are just starting to feel better.” You tense slightly at the truth of his statement and you crumple a little under the imploring look he gives you.
“Barnes, enough. She’s going because we need her to go, end of discussion.” Natasha declares, a stern warning in her voice.
Bucky stands up, forcefully, scraping the legs of his chair against the floor and quickly storming out. You glance after him, worried, and receive a halfhearted smile of encouragement from Steve.
“Such a little Drama Queen” Stark smirks.
“Tell me about it,” Sam adds, his neck slightly purpled from Bucky’s grip the other day.
“Ok enough” Steve rolls his eyes “Focus, we only have one shot to get this right.”
Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes, Grant Ward, Captain America, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark
Warnings: Nightmares, Smut, Possessiveness
Word Count: 2428
Summary: Another late night bonding session becomes a little more than planned
Authors Note: God, that Bucky Barnes can just be so damn dreamy sometimes. But man he’s still got some issues. I tried a little bit of POV flipping so hopefully it reads ok, feedback always appreciated. If you want to be tagged just drop me a line! Hope you guys enjoy this one, I really enjoyed writing it. Part 6 will be posted tomorrow, so read up dolls!
Tags: @crapythings
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Ward flips you to the ground getting a knee pinned to your chest, you try to fight your shoulders up and his shin slides up to press against your throat. You slap at his thigh to signal your defeat. He releases you standing up over your gasping body.
“If you keep tapping out, you’re never gonna learn to fight back, what is the point of tactical training Y/N if you won’t train?”
He laughs at you as you roll your eyes on the mat, “Can’t you just give me a gun and teach me how to aim, I don’t need to fight, I’m here for tech, not combat.”
“It’s important that you know how to defend yourself, I won’t always be there to protect you.” Ward sighs in exasperation before pulling you to your feet.
“Oh come on Ward, you know you love protecting me. Admit it, you get off on it.” You tease, shoving your hand playfully against his chest, his fingers catching around your wrist as he pulls you into his firm embrace.
His body presses hard against yours as he catches you up in a deep and forceful kiss. You are dazed at the speed of his actions but recover quickly as you press your palms up against his chest, using all your strength to dislodge him from you.
“What are you doing?” He tries to pull you back in, “No, Ward.” You say firmly, still surprised by his actions.
“Are you serious? I thought. I mean you are always flirting, making jokes,” He stares at you, eyebrows raised, expectant.
The memories filling your dream suddenly swim and transform, Ward moves forward grabbing you by the back of your hair. “I will make you suffer” he growls, sudden flashes appear and you hear the sparking of the car battery and feel the burn on your skin.
Summary: Y/N and Bucky both have issues sleeping and get to know each other in the late hours
Authors Note: This got a little intense in the beginning but I hope the eventual fluff makes up for it. I hope you guys like it, sorry it took so long to post, but Part 5 should follow quickly. Also, italics are either flashback/memories or internal thoughts, Cheers <3
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The condensation sparkles as it slides down your water glass, illuminated by the glowing green light of the stove clock.
3:32.
You sit silent and unmoving in the darkness, your gaze focused on the shimmering water droplets caressing your glass, your mind separate, swimming with memories that you try to forget.
Ward screams at you, asking questions that you don’t know answers to. You feel his knuckles make contact with your cheek, the taste of rust filling your mouth. “All this because I turned you down for a date? Ward, seriously, have some pride.” You laugh as his knuckles slam into your abdomen, knocking the laugh out of your lungs.
You regain control and spit the mix of blood and saliva pooling in your mouth straight in his face, spattering his pale skin with red. “You’re a lot tougher than I ever thought you’d be sweetheart” He kneels down, grabbing your jaw and forcing your gaze to connect with his, his eyes burning with malice, “But I will break you, I will make you burn from the inside, mark my words, I will make you suffer until I kill you myself.”
He releases you with force, throwing you against the floor. His head cocks slightly to the guard at your cell door, never removing his malicious gaze from you, “I want her on two weeks of forced expulsion. We’ll see how eager you are to talk when you starve with a full stomach.”
You roll your eyes, calling Ward on his bluff “What the fuck does that mean? I hate to tell you Ward, but ever since you became a Hydra thug, your true idiocy has become evident” The guard nods to Ward, as he smirks at you and turns to walk away, not responding to your taunt.
Your stomach growls pulling you briefly from your memories, you consider moving from your perch on the island barstool. Then the wave of nausea crashes over you. You breathe gently, regaining control. You sip your water slowly and deliberately.
Warnings: Medical setting, eating difficulties, PTSD
Word Count: 1838
Summary: Y/N is having trouble recovering after her rescue, Bucky pays her a visit and tries to help.
Authors Note: Yeah! Finally we get to some solid Bucky stuff. So this is mostly just fluff, but god a love quiet angsty Bucky fluff. I hope you all enjoy it. Also incase you’ve missed the earlier stuff, look below.
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“I don’t know what to do” Steve continues, exasperated, “She’s been awake for a week and she was doing well when she first woke up. Then they removed the feeding tube and all of a sudden her blood work is riddled with issues. Iron deficiency, low insulin, low blood sugar.” he ticks off his fingers in exasperation, listing complications, “She’s shaky and pale and her cheeks are just as hollowed out as when we rescued her.”
His chest falls as he sighs, his voice quieting, frustration and concern evident on his face, “She’s supposed to be getting better, Buck. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help her.” Steve shakes his head, his voice low as he confides in his best friend.
“Coulson and Stark think it’s a good idea for her to stay here. They say it’s safer, and Stark claims he needs her skills to hack a few choice files from Hydra, but I… I just don’t think it’s a good idea, she just keeps getting worse rather than better.”
Steve looks at his best friend, desperation in his voice. Bucky stares back, thinking slowly.
“She’s not eating” it’s not a question, just a statement.
“Yes, she is,” Steve insists, “not a lot, I’ll give you that, but her plate is always picked at and she says that she’s eating.”
“She’s not eating” Bucky repeats shaking his head, eyes falling to the floor, a sadness creeping onto his stern face.
“How do you know?” Steve asks, his voice low and worried as his concern turns now to his best friend.
“You don’t want to know,” Bucky mutters looking back at Steve, his mind swims with memories of his own days with Hydra, before Steve found him. His eyes sting as he looks away, unable to meet Steve’s concerned and questioning gaze.
“I’ll pay her a visit, see if I can get her to eat, ok Steve?” Bucky asks, clapping his hand against his friend’s shoulder, holding it firmly as he cocks an eyebrow with his question.
“Okay, “ Steve responds with a relieved smile, “Thanks, Buck. I appreciate the effort.”
Characters: Reader, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Phil Coulson
Warnings: Medical setting, tubes/wires etc
Word Count: 1282
Summary: After being rescued from hydra, you awake in the Avenger’s medical facility to a sarcastic and quippy Tony Stark
Authors Note: Hello Darlins, this is my second crack at Fanfic and I am starting to get into it. This bit just sets the stage a bit and gives us an interaction with the lovable asshole that is Tony Stark. Hope you all like it. Bucky will be making his first interaction debute in Part 3 which is hella fluff.
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Beep…. Beep…. Beep….
Your ears twitch at the familiar sound of a heart monitor.
Beep… Beep…. Beep….
You wake, confused and disorientated, feeling a soft mattress beneath you and a warm blanket stretched over your lower half. You open your eyes, slowly glancing around a plain room with white walls.
You hear the beep of the heart monitor quicken slightly as you become distressed, your eyes falling on the IV and wires running from your body to various machines surrounding you. You move your head slightly feeling the pull of a tube leading into your nose, your hand immediately jumps up to pick at the tape holding the tube down.
“Bit of advice,” a male voice interjects, making you jump, “you might want to wait to get that removed, it’s a bit of a nasty thing to pull out yourself. Trust me,” he smiles gently, “I know from personal experience.”
“Thanks for the advice” you croak, hearing the strain in your voice, hoarse from lack of use.
You adjust slightly in the bed, trying to sit up, gasping as you feel pain shoot through your chest with the stiff movement.
“You might want to take it easy Sparky,” he says, eyes full of concern, “you’re still pretty banged up. We need to keep you here for a few more days.”
“And where,” you breathe, gritting your teeth as another wave of pain crash’s through you, “exactly is here?”
The man smiles, sauntering into the room a smirk pulling at the corners of his goatee, “You’re at the Avenger’s Compound. Sooo upstate New York. More specifically you are in the west wing, on the third floor, room 307 of the medical ward.” He recites, “Exact enough for you?” He finishes, a smirk playing across his face. You stare at him for a moment, thinking.
Summary: You are trapped for information in a hydra base when two super soldiers come to your rescue
Authors Note: Hokey, this is my first crack at fanfiction/smut so I hope you guys enjoy it! This is going to develop into a series of at least 6 parts so the fluff and a shit ton of smut is coming, but let’s start with a little back story.
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You scream as another shock of the electric current rips through your body, tearing your lips apart with the blood-curdling sound.
“I’m done playing this game Y/N. I know you were working on the Stratford files with Coulson, just tell me where they are”
“I told you” you spat back trying hard to disguise your ragged breathing as you bite back whimpers of pain, “I don’t know. Coulson never told me where they were kept.”
“Liar” Ward hisses back, suddenly lurching forward to grab your jaw, forcing your head to stay in place as he presses his lips against your ear.
“Did you forget sweetheart? I trained you, I know every inch of you, I know when you’re lying to me” his harsh breath in your ear elicits an eruption of goosebumps over your skin as you thrash to relieve yourself of his grip.
“Now,” he hisses, faintly veiled frustration painting his tone, “are you going to keep lying or are you going to save yourself another day of pain and just TELL ME WHERE THE FILES ARE!” Ward screams in your face, sweat and spit splattering your skin as you try to break his bruising grip on your jaw.
He stares at you expectantly, eyes dark as he assesses your response. You glare back, silent and defiant, unwilling to give him what he wants.
“Fine” Ward growls, removing his hand from your face,
“Again” he snarls, nodding to the Hydra agent by the sparking car battery, his eyes trained on you as the metal makes contact with your hands forcing your lips apart in another blood-curdling scream. Your body beats against its ties trying desperately to disperse the unmanageable electric current being forced through you.
Ward finally motions for the power to be cut only to find you unconscious on the board, your limp body straining against your bonds as a trickle of blood leaks from your left nostril, sliding down your pale and cracked lips.
He growls at your lifeless form, disappointed that his playtime has ended early once again “Take her back to her cell,” he barks, “we’ll start again in a few hours.”
Summary: Bucky Barnes is the best stepdad ever, especially when he has to deal with your ex.
A/N: For the sake of this one-shot, let’s pretend Bucky doesn’t have a metal arm lmao
“Go wake up B,” You whisper, shaking your 2 year old toddler awake. Your little boy rubs his fists at his eyes, squirming in his bed.
At some point in the middle of the night, he’d shed his shirt, leaving him just in his dinosaur pajama pants. You tickle his chubby belly, listening as he giggles.
Ellis looks so much like his dad, reminding you of all the good times in your past relationship. He’s got his blonde hair, his green eyes, and his cheeky dimples.
Your son hurries out of bed, his socked feet trodding down the hall, not waiting on you to follow him. Ever since you entered the third trimester of your pregnancy, you’ve been the slowest one in the house.
Your hands cup your swollen belly, trying to ease the pressure. You make it to the bedroom just in time to see Ellis climb on the bed, his hands cupping Bucky’s face.
“B! B! Wake up!” Your son squeals, giggling. You lean against the doorframe, a smile on your face as you watch the interaction.
Bucky wraps his arms around Ellis, pulling him onto the bed. He immediately starts tickling him, his voice deep. “You woke up the tickle monster!” Bucky teases, his fingers jabbing at Ellis’s sides.
The interaction makes your heart swell, your eyes watery. After the breakup with Ellis’s father, you never thought you’d find someone who fell in love with you and your son. You certainly never thought it would be Bucky.
You remember the first time Bucky met your son, two months into the relationship. You wanted to make sure Bucky would stick around before introducing him to your 8 month old son.
Bucky was nervous, scared he would break the little boy, but he fell in love as soon as Ellis giggled up at him.
Ever since then, Bucky has been a part of Ellis’s life, being the best step-father.
Bucky looks up at you, a sleepy smile on his face. “How are my girls this morning?” He asks, cuddling Ellis into his side.
You rub your belly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “We’re good, she’s kicking a lot,” You say, watching Bucky smile. You’re 30 weeks into your pregnancy, the reality of it all setting in.
The pregnancy was a surprise, for both you and Bucky, but it was a welcomed surprise.
You swing your legs on the bed, laying down beside Ellis. Bucky reaches across, resting his hand on your belly. Ellis plops his thumb in his mouth, soothing himself back to sleep.
After a successful nap and a quick lunch, Bucky had the idea to take Ellis out for ice cream. You couldn’t deny it, you were craving ice cream, too.
You’re standing in front of the counter, Ellis standing in front of Bucky. Bucky tussles his hair, looking down at the toddler.
“What do you want, bubba?” He asks, making your heart swell.
Ellis points to the ice cream, a smile on his face. “Chocwet,” He giggles.
You smile, your hand resting on your belly. “Chocolate, buddy,” You correct him.
“Two cups of strawberry and one kiddie cup of chocolate, please,” Bucky orders. While he waits inside for the order, you take Ellis out to the picnic tables.
Ellis sits next to you, his chubby hand reaching for your belly. “Lanie?” He asks, looking up at you. You smile, nodding.
“That’s right, E! Delanie is in there,” You say, encouraging his love for his sister. It took Ellis a while to warm up to the idea of sharing you, but with each passing day, he seems more excited.
Your attention is shifted when Bucky brings your order out to you. He leans down, placing a quick kiss on your lips. Ellis looks up, a smile on his face.
“Daddy!” He squeals, giggling.
You and Bucky’s eyes widen, glancing at each other. Bucky looks at you, a smile on his face. “Did he... He’s never called me that before!” He says.
You’re distracted by Ellis running behind Bucky, your eyes following him. Your heart sinks when you see your ex.
Bucky sees the sad expression on your face, turning around. “Oh,” He says, when he sees your ex.
Ellis is practically climbing up your ex’s leg, desperate to get his attention. It’s been several months since Ellis has seen his dad, but his love for him hasn’t lessened.
Your ex, John, picks Ellis up, his eyes locking onto yours. “Y/N,” he says, surprised.
Your hand instinctively covers your belly. “John...” you say.
Bucky places a protective hand on the small of your back, attempting to calm you down. You’ve always regretted having a child with John, he’s the worst possible dad.
He promises things to Ellis that he can’t fulfill, he never calls him, never tries to see him.
“I wasn’t aware that you were pregnant,” John says, placing Ellis back on the ground. You scoff, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.
“I didn’t think it was any of your business,” You say.
Bucky inhales a deep breath, his grip tightening on your hip. He’s never been the biggest fan of John, knowing how he hurt you and Ellis. Bucky has always said he would keep his mouth shut when it came to John, letting you handle him.
John raises an eyebrow, glancing at Bucky. “I think it’s my business when you let a random man around my son. Who’s to say he’s fit to be a dad?”
You open your mouth to defend Bucky, but Bucky steps forward. “I’ve kept my mouth shut long enough.” He says, his voice stern.
“I’m not just some ‘random man’, I’m the man that raises your son. I’m the one that takes him to daycare, I’m the one that calms him down when he’s crying over you, I’m the one that takes care of him when he’s sick. I’m the one he runs to when he’s hurt, when he’s happy, or when he had a bad dream,” Bucky says.
Bucky glances at you for any sign of discomfort, to make sure you’re not angry with him for this. You give him a small smile, showing him that you’re thankful for him doing this.
He looks back at John. “I’m putting my foot down. Whatever you do to Ellis, affects Y/N, which affects my child. If you want to see Ellis, you better grow up. There will be no more in and out. You’re either in completely or you’re out,” Bucky instructs.
John clenches his jaw, looking over at you. “You’re gonna let him talk to me like that?” He asks.
“Yep,” You say.
John looks back over at Bucky, his jaw still clenched. “I’m done with this,” He mutters, walking off.
Bucky sighs, turning to Ellis, who has completely devoured his ice cream. Bucky sits down beside him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
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Summary: Bucky gets some naughty thoughts while watching you suck a lollipop.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 321
Warnings: Sexual innuendos. A somewhat flusterd Bucky.
A/N: This is for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabbles. Below is the prompt. Thank you for letting me write this one! Hope the anon who submitted the prompt likes it! 😊💜
He knows you aren’t doing it on purpose. He knows you have a sweet tooth and just like eating whatever candy you can get. And today, it seems you’ve settled on sucking a red lollipop from Sam’s stash while you sit across from him in the common room.
Again, Bucky knows you aren’t doing it on purpose.
But watching the way your lips pout around the hard candy when you pull it from your mouth has his thoughts wondering to sinful places. And when your now redder than red tongue darts out to lick your sticky bottom lip, there’s a rush of blood to his groin and he has to adjust his position.
Reaching for a throw pillow, Bucky places it on his lap, intently watching you for a moment before speaking.
“Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?” You innocently ask, peering up from your phone that you’ve been mindlessly scrolling on.
“Sucking your lollipop like that.”
“Bucky, what are you—“
And then it registers.
Eyes flit from Bucky to the red candy you hold, then fall to pillow on his lip, and a tempting smirk is curling the corner of your lips.
“Oh,” you say, “Does someone enjoy it when I do this?”
Slowly, you raise the lollipop to your lips, seductively swirling your tongue around it before popping it into your mouth. All while keeping eye contact with the sexually frustrated super solider in front of you.
“You’re a menace,” Bucky grumbles.
“I know,” you snicker around the lollipop still in your mouth. “Maybe I’ll show you what other things I like to suck on sometime.”
You shoot him a wink, and the color of Bucky’s cheeks are now competing with your lollipop on which can be redder.
“I gotta go.”
Watching as Bucky quickly stands from the couch and leave the room, you can’t hold back the genuine laugh erupting from inside, accidentally dropping your phone in the process.
Summary: Your new neighbor Steve gives you more than one surprise in the morning.
Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader
Warning: Public nudity, smut, 18+, minors dni
a/n: Beta’d by @whisperlullaby, written at work, all mistakes are my own.
Requested: Yes @theycallmebecca who requested Steve getting locked out his apartment.
Steve shifts on his bed, sweat pooling in his navel. Dragging his eyes open with a pained sigh, he wrenches the damp sheet off of him. Staring at the unmoving ceiling fan, he wonders how long this brownout is going to last.
Half the block lost power hours ago and the second his air conditioner whined to a slow halt, the stifling heat crept in, covering every inch of him.
Each breath fills his lungs with thick, humid air, his skin sticky from dried sweat. Damp hair on the back of his neck, makes him cringe a little each time it moves.
Steve sits up and pulls off his tank top, balling it up in his hand and using it to wipe off his forehead. He tosses it on the floor and pushes off his boxers.
He falls back on the bed, stretching out, wondering if it would be worth it to go to Tony’s or if he could last a few more hours. The thought of having to get up and get dressed is worse than the oppressive heat rolling over him.
Yawning, his eyes drift shut, another bead of sweat rolls down his chest.
A few hours later.
The sudden kick of his air conditioner wakes him, a cool rush of air sweeping over his body. His flesh prickling as he sighs loudly, happy to breathe normally.
Rolling on his side, he looks out the window, the night sky fading to a powder blue. His enhanced hearing picks up on the dull thump of his morning paper hitting his welcome mat.
Steve swings his legs over his bed, stretching his arms over his head with a deep groan. He shuffles to the living room, scratching his lower back as he reaches the door.
He steps into the hallway and grabs the green bag containing his newspaper; it slips out when he picks up the plastic cover. Taking another step forward, Steve bends down and snatches the paper off the ground.
Steve hears two things at once. Unable to decipher which one is worse.
The soft click of his door shutting behind him or the soft click of another opening in front of him.
Not just any door. Your door.
He’s been playing it cool around you, after making sure you weren’t another undercover agent, he’s been flirting, using tips from Sam and Nat. After a few weeks of playful banter, Steve’s been working up the courage to ask you out. Needing more than the polite greetings exchanged in the hallways.
You open your door, a smile forming when you spot him, he returns it instinctively, his brain stalling at the sight of your beautiful face.
“Good morn-.”
Steve watches your eyes drop down his chest, to-oh shit he forgot, he forgot to get dressed and his very hard morning wood is pointing directly at you.
Unadulterated heat rises in his chest, his heart dropping to his stomach. His mouth flounders open as your smile fades.
Your eyes widen almost comically, “Oh my god,” you choke out.
Steve blushes a deep red, embarrassment curdling through his body.
He clutches the paper to his groin and backs up, his left heel slipping on his red and blue striped mat. He falls back, his head hitting the doorknob with a sickening crack.
Summary: There are a few places where you know your hacker stalker can't get you. Just a few in the world where technology doesn't work.
Pairing: Dark!Hacker Steve x reader
Warnings: Stalking, implied noncon Minors dni. Breeding kink, yandere
A/N: Fake fic title game. Hacker Steve inspired by @nix-akimbo edits
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There are very few places left where modern technology doesn’t work. It had taken a lot of research and meticulous planning but you found one of those places. No cell towers for miles, no wifi, not even radio signals.
Nothing.
Completely off the grid.
You never thought you would be glad to see the signal on your phone fade as you trekked deeper into the forest. When you grow up in the city, so used to being bombarded with constant noises, being surrounded by silence is unnerving. Only the faintest of rustles from the depths of the woods. You remind yourself that you choose this place because there is no one up here.
No one.
Putting in your headphones, you turn on the cd player you found at a local thrift store. Looking down at the old equipment, you brokenly chuckle grateful the thing still worked. You stocked up on CDs, books, toys, and batteries, enough to keep you entertained during your stay. Or so you hope.
The straps of your heavy backpack dig into your shoulders with every step. The hiking boots you purchased at the mom-and-pop trading post at the base of the mountainside keep you from sinking into the damp moss-covered path, raindrops cling to the emerald green leaves above your head, occasionally one would fall on your face during your walk, the cool drop warming as it rolled down your heated skin.
Thankfully you had been inside the store during the sudden downpour, “It’s a cloud burst, they clear up in no time,” Shelby, the owner, reassured you. Between the humidity and the thirty pounds of gear on your back, you don’t know if you could have handled being soaked too.
The longer you walk, the darker it becomes, the giant trees blocking out the midday sun, their massive branches swaying above you. The trail turns rocky after a few miles and gradually fades into the floor of the forest. Overgrown thickets of bushes hide the gnarled roots lifting out the ground. The uneven terrain forces you to slow to a near crawl as you maintain your balance with one hand, the other holding the wrinkled map.
Even though you have it memorized, one wrong turn and you’ll end up lost in a maze of endless trees. Humming along to the music, you try not to think about what could be lurking in the trees. You chose this place for a reason. Keep going. Keep going. Your body hurts, every muscle in your calves burns, each step is worse than the last until you’re forcing yourself to keep moving.
After you down your last bottle of water, you struggle to keep up your pace. Sweat stings your eyes, forming faster than you can wipe it away. It beads around the nape of your neck, sliding down your back making you cringe. Your clothes stick to your body, you’re going to soak in the tub when you make it to the cabin.
God, you hope it has water. Running water, river water, a stream, rain, anything at all because you’re beyond caring at this point.
Thirty long minutes later, the trees thin out and a small clearing opens. Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth, it's a struggle to pull it down, feeling lightheaded and nearly delirious from the heat and thirst wracking your body. Your breaths coming out in short raspy heaves, lungs burning from the exertion. Tears prick at your eyes when you see the small cabin shimmering in the middle of the overgrown field. The old weathered oak building is nothing short of perfection after the day you spent walking. Stumbling up the steps, you rest your head on the door while you fish the keys out of your pocket.
Shoving it into the doorknob, you miss the soft double click when you open the door. A gust of air rushes around you, cooling your overheated skin. You fall to your knees and push the backpack off your body. “Shit that feels good,” you groan when the heavyweight hits the dusty hardwood floors with a loud thump. The door creaks shut, locking automatically.
You lower yourself to the ground, arms splayed out, and catch your breath. Harsh, deep pants through your open mouth, your lips chapped and peeling. Pinching it between your fingers, you lift it feeling your skin prickle. Rolling onto your back, you glance up. Blinking once, twice wondering if you were suffering from heat exhaustion.
The silver blades of a ceiling fan whirl over your head. You move your head to the side, you should have been looking at a rustic kitchen with maybe a working stove, not the new cherrywood cabinets, new sleek silver fridge with a matching stove and a microwave above it, the green numbers flashing at you.
“Welcome home, sweetheart.”
Bile stings your throat, your stomach clenching in on itself when you hear his voice. You push yourself up to your knees and nearly collapse back to the ground.
Steve wipes his hands off on a towel, one that used to hang in your bathroom. His long blonde hair combed back, black-rimmed glasses askew on his nose, he pushes them back with one finger.
“You know, I don’t think I would have chosen this place,” he remarks, tossing the towel on the counter, “but I made a few tweaks here and there and I think we’re going to enjoy our time together.”
Grabbing the doorknob, you pull yourself to your feet, frantically turning it while he speaks. “Every day you walked by my office, every day I smiled at you and got nothing in return.”
“I kept all your love letters." He nodded his head to the left, your eyes following until you see the framed pictures of your I.T. work requests on the wall beside images of you sleeping, bathing, and -oh god.
"I was the only would who could help you and I did. Didn't I?”The desperate eagerness in his voice fills the room.
He walks closer to you, a smile tugging at his lips when you bang on the door. “I was good to you, putting your needs before everyone else in the company. They fired me because I put you first.”
They dragged him out of the building as you watched from your manager's office. The way he screamed your name when they pulled him off of you haunted you for months.
"Look at me, please!" He shouts making you whimper. Your growing trepidation crests as your hand aches from pulling at the knob.
Steve relaxes his jaw, taking in a deep breath. “It's okay, I understand that you're nervous, I’m nervous, our love is a little--,” he sighs, “--overwhelming.”
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small black remote, pushing a button with his thumb. The shock singes your hand traveling up your arm so swiftly your body freezes in place. He taps it again, tilting his head when you drop to the floor with a broken cry. “But now we are all alone and have all the time in the world”
Steve steps over your twitching body, crouching down to cup your face in his large hands. “After I fuck a baby in you, then you’ll understand how much I truly love you.”
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Three months ago.
Steve mills about the quiet library waiting for the change of shift. They always checked this section last, he knows he has ten minutes before they realize he's out of his cell.
More than enough time.
While the computers are outdated, he's done more with less. A few strokes of the dusty keyboard and he's able to access his system
There you are.
His sweetheart.
He presses two fingers to the screen as he watches you in your apartment. It's been so long since you were together and fuck he's missed you.
Steve resists the urge to wrap his hand around his cock. You look so pretty washing your body, he can see everything despite the steam clouding his camera. Focus Steve.
He gains access to your accounts, adding money to your bank account and arranging for a few new toys to be sent to your apartment. Adding think of me sweetheart on the gift receipt.
What's this?
Steve leans closer to the large monitor. You're planning a trip. And just in time for his release in three months. Biting his lip, he holds in a sigh. Such a sweet girl, of course, you would want to take some time away and spend it with him.
He knew he was right about you.
Steve kisses the screen, knocking his glasses into his forehead. "Ow," he chuckles, rubbing the reddening skin.
Four minutes left.
The area you picked is perfect. But the cabin is old and you’re leaving in two months to get it ready for him.
"Oh baby, I'm not going to let you do all that work yourself." He whispers reverently.
Two minutes.
Steve knows he'll just have to move up his release date.
One minute.
"Rogers, how did you get out of your cell!"
Steve looks up with a grin, "I don't know Frank, maybe the same way you get out of your house every Friday night and end up in your cute neighbor?"
This is dark!prince!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only. It include noncon and other dark elements. Curate your consumption accordingly.
Summary: A prince visits your father’s inn.
Note: first of all, let’s make it clear that @lokislastlove is always responsible for Loki drivel. Secondly, I am here and there with writing, I’ve pretty much decided to write when I want to and what I want to. I’m going to stop holding myself to ridiculous schedules and deadlines that aren’t real. My anxiety is wild y’all.
Also, unofficially in my head and heart, considering this like a sister fic to Droit du seigneur.
I hope y’all enjoy!
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You shouldered your way out of the small barn. You were careful not to slosh the milk over the side of the bucket as you rounded the inn. The top would be skimmed and cream could be served for dessert, although your father’s tavern was not very busy that day. It was never bustling, merely a stop for most on a much longer road. Few stayed the night, usually opting for an ale and a meal before leaving.
