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svt. fic recommendations — ot13 comfort edition
for my babies who have been feeling down recently, here are 15 comfort fics for you from seventeen
please like and reblog original fics to show love and support to the authors/creators 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
• couch comfort ( @ddeonghwa-s ) choi seungcheol x reader;
maybe the bad stuff isn't so bad when you have your boyfriend, seungcheol, there to help you with the weight.
— 6.3k wc, [f/c/minor a], boyfriend cheol i’m crying he’s so attentive and romantic i’m actually melting.
• my lighthouse ( @hannyoontify ) yoon jeonghan x reader
on your darkest, most gloomy days at sea, jeonghan becomes your lighthouse
— 1.4k wc, [f/h/c] i relate to mc soo much in this one, hannie’s so patient and endearing i want to cry.
• now, before, always ( @wheeboo ) hong jisoo x reader
in which your husband is always there to remind you what it means to be loved.
— 1.9k wc, [f/c/minor a] husband shua oh my god stop it the way he treats mc so gently
• sweet dreams ( @hazz-a-bear ) wen junhui x reader
when you want nothing more than to just close your eyes and go to sleep after weeks of restless exhaustion, Junhui is the only one who's actually capable of lulling you to a slumber at the end of the day.
— unavailable wc, [f/c] the way he helps lure her to sleep i can’t i am MELTING
• “i’m here. it’s okay. you can cry i’m here.” ( @greenstares ) kwon soonyoung x reader
— unavailable wc, [h/c], mature content ahead! (author’s blog is mdni), a shorter one compared the others but nonetheless a real good one. one of my favs out of this whole list acc, miss u hoshi.
• eyes don’t lie ( @wheeboo ) jeon wonwoo x reader
in which you and wonwoo have a late night conversation
— 1.8k wc, [f/c], bit of a different type of comfort compared to the others but adorable and fluffy nonetheless
• shadow ( @babyleostuff ) lee jihoon x reader
you don't know when the universe factory had become your safe place, but woozi always made sure to comfort you in every way he could - even if it meant he had to spoil his new song
— 2k wc, [f/c] stop i almost started tearing up bcus i miss woozi so bad, he’s the absolute secret sweetest of the group fs
Can people stop being cowards and write men crawling, begging and being desperate for the readers forgiveness idgaf why are WE FORGIVING A MAN who cheated on us like i read fanfics so that i can see men beg and grovel, if I wanted to see men being forgiven for cheating i might as well not read fanfics at all
Coffee and Crime ⋆✴︎˚。⋆ PART FIFTEEN
Pairing ✦ mafia!bucky x reader
Word Count ✦ 1.2k
Warnings ✦ overall story has a 18+ content warning, MDNI, language, violence, pew pews, weapon violence, death, angst, fluff
A/N ✦ probably going to write about two more chapter to this story so finale coming soon!
PART FOURTEEN »»» Series Masterlist
Two weeks passed without anything eventful happening.
Bucky had paid out the remainder of Nat's and your lease, both of you moving in with the guys.
You and your best friend continued to work together at the coffee shop, which Bucky wasn’t a huge fan of at first. The thought of Rumlow still running around and possibly targeting you was still heavy on his mind.
But he wasn’t about to take away a job that you clearly enjoyed a lot.
It was nearing December now, the cold chill in the air drawing more people into the cafe, your work days becoming significantly more difficult.
“And would you like that hot or iced?” you asked the woman who was currently ordering.
“Hot.”
“That’ll be $5.47.” You felt like a robot at this point in the day, having to repeat the same script to the massive line of people that never seemed to end.
The woman tapped her card and was off with her receipt.
Without looking up, staring down at the register screen, you greeted the next customer, the usual joyful customer service voice you typically used gone, “Welcome in, what can I get started for you?”
The person standing in front of you didn’t answer. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and as you looked up, your mouth and eyes widened.
In front of you was a man with a gun pointed right at your forehead.
The woman whose order you’d just taken looked up from her phone, noticing the man with a gun, and let out a scream.
Everyone's attention snapped in that general direction, and when they noticed the weapon, they began bolting from the cafe.
“Hi, sweets, you and I are going to need to talk,” the man said to you, ignoring the mass pandemonium he was causing.
You gulped. Eye nervously looking around.
Suddenly, the man's head snapped to the side, and he fell to the ground in a heap.
A blonde woman whose order you’d taken earlier, an iced Americano, stood with her own weapon pointed to where the man had just stood.
You looked between her and the space that the man had just stood.
“Holy shit! What the fuck is going on?”, Nat yelled, having just walked out of the back room.
The blonde woman had lowered her gun by this point, quickly hopping over the counter and walking towards you.
You scrambled back, running into Nat, where she still stood in the doorway.
“Don’t worry, I’m with Bucky,” the woman said, stopping where you’d just stood. “I’m Sharron.”
Your heart was still racing.
“Bucky’s had me keeping an eye on you for exactly that reason,” she gestured to where the clearly dead man lay on the floor.
“Who is he?” you asked, your voice cracking a bit.
“He is, or was, one of Rumlow’s men.”
You gulped.
Nat gripped your arm tightly, clearly also shaken up.
“Let’s get you two home,” Sharron said.
“But the cafe…”, you responded.
“We’ll handle it.” Sharron made a quick phone call, and two minutes later, a black SUV pulled up outside, Steve jumping out of the driver's seat.
“Are you guys okay?” he asked, eyes darting between the body and where you and Nat still clung together in the doorway.
“Sure,” Nat said.
Sharron and Steve shielded your eyes, guiding you both out to the car.
The ride back to Bucky’s was silent.
Steve and Sharron sat in the front seats, exchanging looks with each other but not speaking.
At some point during the drive, Nat had reached over, squeezing your hand gently as you stared out the window, mind whirring with a bunch of different thoughts.
When you pulled up to Bucky’s, the man was on the front steps, hurtling down them when he saw the SUV approaching.
You flung open the door as soon as Steve parked the car, jumping out and going to meet Bucky, whose large hand cradled your head to his chest as you embraced him.
Tears finally fell from your eyes, wetting his shirt, and Bucky murmured words of comfort as he stroked your hair.
His heart panged with guilt. He knew his lifestyle was the reason why you’ve been brought to tears of fear so frequently.
He ushered you inside, upstairs to his room sitting you down on the edge of the bed.
Bucky cupped your face in his hands, wiping away your tears.
“This isn’t out of the ordinary. Are you sure you can handle a life like this?” he asked you.
“Yes. I know you’ll always be there for me.”
He sighed, squeezing your cheeks, making you crack a small smile.
“I love you,” you whispered.
“I love you too”, he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your lips.
Bucky quickly ran you a bath, putting lavender scented bubble bath and Epsom salt in the tub before turning the water on hot, knowing you liked your water near boiling.
He maneuvered you to the bathroom, kissing down your body as he removed your clothes, the gentle affection making tingles erupt where he kissed. He then helped you ease into the bathtub, giving you one more kiss on the lips when you settled amongst the suds.
` “I’ll be right back.”
He hurried out of the bathroom, shutting the door and exiting his bedroom.
Bucky made his way to the kitchen, wanting to make you a plate of your favorite snacks and bring you a (favorite drink) to help you relax in the tub.
However, his thoughtful gesture was put on the back burner. Nat and Steve stood in the living room. The redhead snapped her eyes to Bucky, anger blossoming across her face.
“This is your fucking fault.”
Bucky's stomach sank like a lead balloon.
“Nat…” Steve placed a hand gently on her arm, which she shook off.
“No!”, her anger redirected at Steve. “It is his fault, he knew what lifestyle he lived and still fucking dragged my innocent best friend into this shit.”
She continued, “There’s no way you didn’t think about the fact she would have a target on her; you willingly put her in danger.”
Bucky paused before he spoke, Nat breathing heavily as she glared at him.
“Y/N said she can handle a life like this.”
Nat rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, of course she did, she’s blinded by love and six feet of muscle.”
Bucky frowned.
“And what kind of life is this anyway? People trying to kill her for the rest of her life? Her never being able to do anything without the fear of dying?”
“I…I don’t know.” Bucky admitted, “But I promise I will do everything in my power to keep her safe.”
She studied his face.
“Where is she?”
“Upstairs in the bath.”
“I’m going to go talk to her.” Nat stood from the couch, heading for the stairs.
She turned around, pointing at Bucky.
“Don’t think of coming in until I tell you, you can.”
And with that, she turned, stomping up the stairs.
“I think she’s not taking this well,” Steve said, looking after where the redheaded woman had just stormed off to.
“No shit, Steve,” Bucky ran a hand down his face, “What the fuck do I do now, her best friend hates me.”
“Hope Y/N changes her mind.”
PART SIXTEEN COMING SOON
TAGLIST IS CLOSED!!
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Coffee and Crime ⋆✴︎˚。⋆ PART FOURTEEN
Pairing ✦ mafia!bucky x reader
Word Count ✦ 1.1k
Warnings ✦ overall story has a 18+ content warning, MDNI, language
A/N ✦ sorry guys I lost motivation for writing for almost a year and was dealing with some stuff, but guess who's back :) sorry for the long wait! (also i will die on the hill that steve & nat should've been endgame sorry not sorry)
PART THIRTEEN »»» Series Masterlist
You woke up the next morning with a slight ache in your legs. Bucky had his large arms wrapped around you, holding you close in his sleep.
Smiling, you pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.
He shifted, his pretty blue eyes blinking open.
“Morning, sweetheart,” his gravely voice spoke, still thick with sleep.
“Morning.”
The two of you lay in bed for several hours, wrapped in one another, enjoying the peace of the quiet day.
After many heated kisses and touches, Bucky sat up, stretching.
He lightly patted you on the ass as he stood up from bed.
You giggled at him, sitting up and moving to stand, only to be met with still wobbly limbs.
Bucky’s hand perched on your shoulder, easing you back onto the bed.
“Don’t move one pretty little muscle. I will be right back.”
He moved across the bedroom, still completely nude, which had you blushing. Bucky moved into his closet, pulling on a pair of navy blue sweats and a white Henley. He also grabbed a band tee and some basketball shorts, moving to you with the clothes in hand.
He gently pulled the band tee over your head, the large shirt swallowing you.
“I almost just want to let you walk around in just this all day,” he said as his eyes ran over you.
“Well, why can’t I?”
“Because the guys are constantly in and out of the house, and I don’t need one of them possibly seeing my sweet little girlfriend's ass,” he grinned.
He knelt down, placing your legs into the shorts, carefully pulling them up your body.
They were equally as big as the shirt, Bucky pulling the shorts drawstrings tighter so they would stay on your waist.
Suddenly, he was scooping an arm underneath your legs, causing you to let out a squeal.
He carried you bridle style down to the living room, setting you delicately on the couch before taking his leave for the kitchen. Bucky returned shortly with a warm mug of coffee and waffles for both of you.
The peaceful bliss came to a crashing halt as Sam and Tony barged in through the back doors.
“See, I told you,” Bucky gestured at the two, reiterating his previous point about having you wear shorts.
“What?” Sam asked, confused.
“Nothing”, Bucky chuckled.
There was a beat of silence before Tony spoke, “We found Rumlows hideout.”
Your boyfriend sat up straighter beside you.
“It’s near the river, old warehouse, super cliche”, Tony continued, “A bunch of guys with guns loitering about, they look easy to pick off.”
“Anyone been able to get inside?” Bucky asked.
“No,” said Sam, “Just found the place first thing this morning. Hacked that dead guy's phone and went to the last few locations his phone had pinged from.”
Your eyes widened slightly, impressed by the guy's ability to find the hideout so quickly.
“Call everyone, we’re having a meeting,” Bucky said.
An hour later, Bucky and all of his men were crammed into his office.
Steve brought Nat over to keep you company, and Bucky sent both of you upstairs, saying he and Steve would be up later.
You and Nat sprawled out on Buckys large bed, a dating show playing on the TV as the two of you debriefed your previous evenings.
“So you and Steve?” you asked her, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.
“He’s hot.”
You snorted, “That’s it, Nat?”
“Well…”, she dragged out, cheeks going pink, “We may or may not have kissed.”
You giggled, smacking her on the arm. “Spill all the details.”
“He’s really sweet, such a gentleman. Wouldn’t do more than a few soft and gentle kisses while we watched a movie. Even tucked me into bed in the guest room.” The end of her sentence was tinged with a bit of disappointment.
“What’s wrong with that? You sound bummed?”
She rolled her eyes, “Have you seen the man? I didn’t want him tucking me into bed, I wanted to climb him like a tree.”
You laughed again as she dramatically rolled onto her stomach, groaning. “I should’ve said something about how I wanted to do more. He’s not the kind to make the first move.”
“I mean, you’re staying there again tonight, right?” you asked, “You’ve got another shot.”
Nat just let another groan out from where her face was still in the comforter.
You reached over for the nearby nightstand, grabbing a glass of water you had poured yourself before being ushered upstairs.
As you took a sip, Nat lifted her head.
“Do you think Steve is submissive?”
You choked on your water, Nat sitting up hurriedly, smacking you on the back.
Downstairs, the energy in Bucky's office was completely different.
All the men wore stoic expressions, the silence so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Sam was the center of attention as he went over the brief info he and Tony had gathered.
“What’s the likelihood of us being able to get someone on the inside?” Bucky asked.
“50/50”, Tony said.
“I don’t want to make a move until we get more info on what’s inside that building. Until then, we will camp out in the area, keeping a watch on them from a distance.”
“Sam and I will handle that,” Tony pointed between him and Sam.
“Try to find one of the lower ranks who would be easy to flip for a few thousand; we could always do that as an in instead of using one of our own.”
Sam and Tony nodded at Bucky.
“Those who aren’t picked to be part of Tony's or Sam's team continue on with business as normal,” Bucky addressed the room. “Everyone is dismissed.”
The group filed out of the office, except Steve, who was leaning against a wall adjacent to where Bucky sat in his lush office chair.
As the office door clicked shut, Steve looked toward his best friend.
“What’s on your mind, Buck?”
Bucky sucked in a deep breath, slowly exhaling.
“I’m worried.”
“About Y/N?”
“Yeah,” he ran a hand down his face, “I can’t let Rumlow get his hands on her.”
“He won’t Buck not with all of us around.”
Bucky didn’t answer at first, letting the silence permeate.
“I love her, Steve, and I’m afraid I’ve put a giant target on her now, that she’s not going to ever live a normal life again.”
“Once we handle Rumlow, she’ll be safer, Buck…”
Bucky cut off his friend, “Like Rumlow probably hasn’t spread it like wildfire amongst the crime families. We will have all those other fuckwads after her, too.”
“Well, all we can do is keep her safe from them also.”
Bucky sighed as he stood to his feet.
Steve approached his best friend, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“You have nothing to worry about, Buck. The rest of the guys and I will do whatever we can to protect Y/N. We are with you till the end of the line.”
PART FIFTEEN COMING SOON
TAGLIST IS CLOSED!!
TAGLIST ☆⋆。𖦹°‧★ @danzer8705 @sebastians-love @mrsnikstan @mgchaser @singsosworld @moviegurl2002 @akiyhara @multifandom-boss-bitch @dopewerewolfdaze @jules-and-gems @scott-loki-barnes @baebank @calicoootalks @dumblani @watarmelon212 @haven-in-writing @barnesxstan @alilstressyandlotdepressy @calwitch @s-a-v-a-n-a-34 @greatmistakes
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When your Character...
Gets into: A Fight ⚜ ...Another Fight ⚜ ...Yet Another Fight
Hates Someone ⚜ Kisses Someone ⚜ Falls in Love
Calls Someone they Love ⚜ Dies / Cheats Death ⚜ Drowns
is...
A Ballerina ⚜ A Child ⚜ Interacting with a Child ⚜ A Cheerleader
A Cowboy ⚜ A Genius ⚜ A Lawyer ⚜ A Pirate ⚜ A Spy
A Wheelchair User ⚜ A Zombie ⚜ Beautiful ⚜ Dangerous ⚜ Drunk
Funny ⚜ In a Coma ⚜ In a Secret Society ⚜ Injured ⚜ Shy
needs...
A Magical Item ⚜ An Aphrodisiac ⚜ A Fictional Poison
A Coping Strategy ⚜ A Drink ⚜ A Medicinal Herb ⚜ A Mentor
Money ⚜ A Persuasion Tactic ⚜ A Quirk ⚜ To be Killed Off
To Become Likable ⚜ To Clean a Wound ⚜ To Self-Reflect
To Find the Right Word, but Can't ⚜ To Say No ⚜ To Swear
loves...
Astronomy ⚜ Baking ⚜ Cooking ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Food ⚜ Oils
Dancing ⚜ Fashion ⚜ Gems ⚜ Herbal Remedies ⚜ Honey
Mushrooms ⚜ Mythology ⚜ Numbers ⚜ Perfumes
Roses ⚜ Sweets ⚜ To Argue ⚜ To Insult ⚜ To Kiss
To Make False Claims ⚜ Wine ⚜ Wine-Tasting ⚜ Yoga
has/experiences...
Allergies ⚜ Amnesia ⚜ Bereavement ⚜ Bites & Stings
Bruises ⚜ Caffeine ⚜ CO Poisoning ⚜ Color Blindness
Facial Hair ⚜ Fainting ⚜ Fevers ⚜ Food Allergies
Food Poisoning ⚜ Fractures ⚜ Frostbite ⚜ Hypothermia
Injuries ⚜ Jet Lag ⚜ Kidnapping ⚜ Manipulation ⚜ Mutism
Pain ⚜ Paranoia ⚜ Poisoning ⚜ More Pain & Violence
Scars ⚜ Trauma ⚜ Viruses ⚜ Wounds
[these are just quick references. more research may be needed to write your story...]
Writing Resources PDFs
Ways That Fear Can Show Up (Without Saying “Fear”)
When it creeps: • Foreboding — the air feels wrong before anything actually happens. • Ominousness — silence that feels almost... purposeful. • Misgiving — your instincts tugging at your sleeve, whispering, "Don't."
When it hits fast: • Shock — your brain blanks • Startled— your heart slams, you inhale • Panic — thoughts fracture; your instincts beg for escape
When it lingers: • Tension — jaw locked, shoulders up near your ears. • Anxiety — background noise that lingers in every thought • Dread — knowing something bad is coming and having to wait for it.
When it turns physical: • Shivers — cold crawling up the spine. • Sweat, dilated pupils, skin gone pale — your own body betrays you. • Weakness — knees like jelly, grip unreliable.
When it overwhelms: • Terror — too big to think around. • Horror — something has gone wrong. • Paralysis — body refusing orders.
When it distorts reality: • Paranoia — patterns where there are none. • Suspicion — every sound feels intentional. • Unease — the sense of being watched without proof.
Soft prompts to make you YEARN
✭ brushing your thumb over their knuckles while you're both not saying a word, just existing quietly in the same space like it's the most sacred thing.
✭ them absentmindedly playing with the hem of your sleeve because they want to touch you but aren’t ready to say it yet.
✭ “can i kiss you?” whispered like they’re afraid the moment might shatter if they speak too loud.
✭ their voice cracking just a little when they say your name for the first time in a long time.
✭ them resting their forehead against yours and just… staying there. No words. No movement. Just breath. Just nearness.
✭ sharing headphones and they keep looking at you during the best part of the song. you don’t even know what the song means to them but suddenly it means everything to you.
✭ "stay the night?" said so soft it might’ve been a wish.
✭ dragging their fingers gently down your back like they’re trying to memorize the map of your spine.
✭ tracing your features with their fingertip like you're a sculpture in a museum and they were not supposed to touch you, but god, they can’t help it.
✭ “don’t leave yet.” not because you’re going somewhere. but because being with you is the safest they’ve felt all day.
✭ their voice in the dark. low. quiet. like the night is just for you two.
✭ "this reminded me of you" and it’s just a stupid rock or a weird leaf but you hold onto it like it's a diamond because it's you to them.
✭ laying in bed, face smushed into the pillow, sleep-drunk and murmuring, “you make me feel like i’m home.”
✭ them looking at you like you're not just a person, but their favorite story. one they’ve been rereading since forever and still keep finding new parts to fall in love with.
good traits gone bad
perfectionism - never being satisfied
honesty - coming off as rude and insensitive
devotion - can turn into obsession
generosity - being taken advantage of
loyalty - can make them blind for character faults in others
being dependable - always depending on them
ambitiousness - coming off as ruthless
optimism - not being realistic
diligence - not able to bend strict rules
protectiveness - being overprotective
cautiousness - never risking anything
being determined - too focussed on one thing
persuasiveness - coming off as manipulative
tidiness - can become an obsession
being realistic - being seen as pessimistic
assertiveness - coming off as bossy
pride - not accepting help from others
innocence - being seen as naive
selflessness - not thinking about themself enough
being forgiving - not holding others accountable
curiosity - asking too many questions
persistence - being seen as annoying
being charming - can seem manipulative
modesty - not reaching for more
confidence - coming off as arrogant
wit/humor - not taking things serious
patience - being left hanging
strategic - coming off as calculated
being caring - being overbearing
tolerance - being expected to tolerate a lot
eagerness - coming off as impatient
being observant - being seen as nosy
independence - not accepting help
being considerate - forgetting about themself
fearlessness - ignoring real danger
politeness - not telling what they really think
reliability - being taken advantage of
empathy - getting overwhelmed with feeling too much for other people
Ways That Fear Can Show Up (Without Saying “Fear”)
When it creeps: • Foreboding — the air feels wrong before anything actually happens. • Ominousness — silence that feels almost... purposeful. • Misgiving — your instincts tugging at your sleeve, whispering, "Don't."
When it hits fast: • Shock — your brain blanks • Startled— your heart slams, you inhale • Panic — thoughts fracture; your instincts beg for escape
When it lingers: • Tension — jaw locked, shoulders up near your ears. • Anxiety — background noise that lingers in every thought • Dread — knowing something bad is coming and having to wait for it.
When it turns physical: • Shivers — cold crawling up the spine. • Sweat, dilated pupils, skin gone pale — your own body betrays you. • Weakness — knees like jelly, grip unreliable.
When it overwhelms: • Terror — too big to think around. • Horror — something has gone wrong. • Paralysis — body refusing orders.
When it distorts reality: • Paranoia — patterns where there are none. • Suspicion — every sound feels intentional. • Unease — the sense of being watched without proof.
when a character is so badly hurt/sick that their demeanour switches up entirely
chatty characters pale-faced and silent
quiet and reserved characters rambling deliriously
character who always resorts to humour clearly trying to think of a quip but coming up empty
no-nonsense character so loopy that they can’t stop giggling
a stoic character’s hands trembling in panic
an easily frightened character so far out of it that they aren’t aware of what’s happening to them, much less afraid
intelligent characters who can’t think straight
protective (self-sacrificial) characters letting someone else take the fall for them because they’re too weak to object
patient characters snapping at whoever comes near
affectionate character who wants to be alone
lone wolf who begs you to stay a minute longer.
vampire geto
It's him it's the guy
Coffee and Crime ⋆✴︎˚。⋆ PART THIRTEEN
Pairing ✦ mafia!bucky x reader
Word Count ✦ 3.5k
Warnings ✦ overall story has a 18+ content warning, MDNI, language, unprotected s*x, p in v, Bucky has a dirty mouth, soft dom!Bucky if you squint, size k*nk, f*ngering
A/N ✦ spicy time finally lol it took so long to write this tbh, tomorrows my birthday so wanted to get this out today :)
PART TWELVE »»» Series Masterlist
Your stomach flipped, nerves flowing through you as you heard Bucky step into the bathroom, the door shutting behind him with a soft click. Through the frosted glass shower door, you could make out the shadowy outline of him moving towards the tub opposite the shower and sitting on the lip of the bath. The warm water running down your back, combined with the fact that Bucky was now in the same room as you, had your tense shoulders relaxing a bit.
“Thank you.”, you spoke to Bucky.
“Thank you for what, sweetheart?”
“Thank you for sitting in here with me. I know it’s probably a little silly, seeing as your house is super safe, but I–”
Bucky cut you off. “You don’t ever have to thank me for that, Y/N. As your boyfriend, my number one goal is to keep you safe and make you feel safe; end of story.”
“Oh, okay.”, you said back, surprise evident in your voice.
“I’m not mad or anything, I just want you to know, don’t ever feel like a burden, I want to do this because it’s for you.”
“I’ll work on that, I’m not exactly used to all of this.”, you chuckled.
“Used to what, doll?”
“Used to being treated the way you treat me. I’ve never been treated as amazingly as you’ve treated me.”
Bucky paused briefly before responding to you.
“I may not be the best man when it comes to my job and day-to-day life, but I promise to be the best man I can be for you every day, sweetheart.”
Your face bloomed in a smile, joy tingling through your body.
“I wish I could kiss you right now.”, you groaned. “Too bad I’m in the shower.”
“You could still kiss me.”, Bucky said matter-of-factly.
A blush danced across your cheeks. Thinking about kissing Bucky in your current state was almost making you rub your thighs together, the thought making you hot.
“What–– no I–we can’t—I’m–” you started sputtering out. “I’m naked.”
You heard Bucky chuckle from where he sat.
“I know you are, sweetheart. I can close my eyes if you want.”
“Close your eyes, please.”
“I can do that.” his figure rose from the tub, walking towards the shower door.
“Are they closed?” you asked, hands on the door, ready to open it.
“Yes.”
“Okay, I’m opening the door.”
The door opened easily, and a smile appeared on your lips at the sight in front of you. Bucky stood with his hands behind his back, eyes closed, a soft smile on his face. You reached a hand out towards the middle of his chest, hand tugging on his t-shirt to have him step closer to you. He stepped forward to the edge of the shower door.
Reaching up, you placed a hand against his cheek, rubbing your hand against the rough stubble on his face. Gently, you pulled his face down towards yours, slotting your lips against his.
The kiss was slow and tender, both of you savoring the warmth of each other's lips. One of Bucky’s hands shifted from behind his back, mirroring yours as he gently cupped your face, his thumb rubbing against your skin in soft, circular motions. You pressed your lips to his harder, the speed of the kiss increasing.
The fact that you were still very naked and in the shower evaded your mind as you lost yourself in the kiss. Your hand moved from his face, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer and closer until your chest was pressed to his.
You quickly pulled away from the kiss, yelping as your bare skin rubbed against the soft material of his t-shirt. Bucky chuckled, his eyes still closed, his hand still on your cheek.
Your face burned red. “Sorry…”
“Sweetheart, no need to be sorry. I think there’d be something wrong with me as a man not to like my beautiful girlfriend up against me like that.”
You made a choking noise in the back of your throat.
He chuckled, patting his hand on your cheek before pulling it away.
“Now, how about you finish your shower? I’ll be right out here.”
He stepped away, and you closed the door. As you stepped back into the stream of hot water, you were tempted to turn the shower knob to cold to cool your body.
You and Bucky talked as you took your shower, which helped steer your mind away from the filthy thoughts that had been plaguing your mind, giving you something else to focus on instead of the thoughts of what his hands would feel like feeling up your body.
Would he be rough or slow and soft? Were his hands calloused? How would they feel against your smooth skin if they were?
“Y/N?” Bucky's voice snapped you from your thoughts.
“Uh, uh yeah?” you squeaked out.
“I asked if you were almost done. You’re going to turn into a prune if you’re in there for any longer, sweetheart.”
“Oh yeah, I am, I just need to wash my face.”
As you washed your face, Bucky spoke, “What’s got you so distracted in there, by the way? I asked you the same question three times.”
“Uh–nothing.”, you answered too quickly.
“Hmmm, sure.”, he laughed.
“It’s nothing.”, you were stammering, “I–I just spaced out.”
“If that’s what you want to go with, sweetheart.”
Your face was bright red once again, Bucky’s teasing sending another wave of heat through you.
“Can you hand me a towel, please?” You changed the subject, ready to get out of the shower and into bed.
“Of course.”
You twisted the shower knobs to 'off,' the stream of water stopping as Bucky tossed a towel over the edge of the door, letting it hang there, ready for you to grab. The grey cotton was soft against your body as you dried yourself off. Feeling dry enough, you wrapped the towel around your body, the edge of the towel starting just before your breasts and ending right below your ass, leaving very little to the imagination.
You stepped out of the shower and swore Bucky looked as though his eyes were about to pop out of his head.
He let a low whistle, looking you up and down.
“What?”, you turned red.
“You. You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
His eyes raked up and down your body, his gaze predatory.
“Quit-quit looking at me like that.”
“Like what?’, he grinned.
“Like you want to eat me alive.”
“And what if I do?”
Now it was your turn for your eyes to bulge. You looked like a deer caught in headlights,
face and body flushed red, hands clutching the towel that barely covered your body to your chest.
He was testing the waters, seeing what was too much, trying not to push your boundaries. You knew if you told him right now that you weren’t ready, he would accept it without a second thought, and the two of you would go to bed.
But as you looked at him, you realized something.
You didn’t want to sleep.
The only thing you wanted in that moment was him, all of him.
Bucky shifted nervously at your silence, worried he had gone too far.
However, you took a few tentative steps towards him, stopping when you were directly in front of him, his knees pressed into your legs.
He looked up at you, a soft smile on his lips as he reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
Something about the gentle gesture snapped something in you, and next thing you knew, you were launching yourself forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. He grunted, a little surprised, but eagerly kissed you back with as much energy, his muscular arm wrapping behind your lower back and tugging you forward to straddle his lap.
The tiny towel around you wrode up your hips, exposing more and more of your lower body, almost all of your ass exposed. Bucky's hand fisted in the towel, his other hand's fingers racking through your hair. Your hands were tangled in his flowing hair, tugging on it at the roots slightly, causing the large man underneath you to groan into your mouth. The sound echoing in your mouth caused you to grind your hips into Buckys instinctively.
A large tent had formed in his sweats, rubbing against your naked heat as you ground your hips down.
Bucky pulled away from the kiss, panting, “Someone's eager.”
You turned your head away, face heating as you took gasping breaths, trying to catch your breath.
His thick fingers found their way under your chin, turning your head back to where you looked one another in the eyes.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about sweetheart, I’m sure you can feel just how worked up I am right now.”, he said as he teasingly ground his hips upward, eliciting a whimper from your lips and a cocky grin to spread across his lips.
“Before we go any further, I just wanna make sure you’re ready, that this is what you want.”, he said, fingers still holding your chin.
You nodded.
He leaned up, pecking your lips quickly.
“If you feel uncomfortable or change your mind at all, tell me to stop immediately.”
“Okay.”, you nodded again.
You shifted off his lap, standing in front of him so he could also stand.
Next thing you knew, Bucky had tossed you over his shoulder, smacking a playful swat against your ass, causing you to let out a yelp. He opened the bathroom door, carrying you back into the bedroom and tossed you gently on the bed, the towel still covering your figure, slightly falling away. He crawled over the top of your body, caging you against the bed.
“Ready?” he asked, mouth mere centimeters away from your own.
“Yes.”
With your permission, he slammed his mouth to yours, hands beginning to peel the towel from your body. You wiggled underneath him, trying to help him peel the towel away from you as you heatedly kissed. The cold air of the bedroom sent pinpricks across your skin, nipples hardening against the chill. The shyness you had felt earlier completely faded, the sense of safety and peace Bucky brought you making most of your nerves dissipate.
He pulled back from the kiss a bit, eyes raking down your body.
“Fuck.”, he mumbled, “You’re perfect.”
Instead of returning his lips to yours, his mouth changed trajectory, going for your neck, lips ghosting over the sensitive skin. You whimpered at the feather-soft traces of his lips, the pressure just enough to feel them.
His lips traced a path down the column of your throat, between your collarbones, and toward the center of your chest, settling between your breasts. He braced himself on one arm, the other hand reaching up to cup one of your breasts, his palm large and warm as he squeezed gently. His mouth moved to the other, lips wrapping around your nipple as he sucked softly, his tongue flicking out to tease and circle it. Between slow, deliberate squeezes, his fingers toyed with your other nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger with practiced care.
Your back arched into him, a soft gasp escaping you as his mouth and hands worked in tandem, each touch sending sparks through your skin. The heat built low in your belly, coiling tighter with every flick of his tongue, every squeeze of his fingers, until it felt like you might unravel beneath him.
He shifted, his mouth trailing back across the valley between your breasts as he moved to the other. His hand replaced where his lips had just been, cupping and teasing with the same aching attention. His tongue circled the new peak slowly before drawing it into the heat of his mouth, sucking gently as his fingers resumed their patient, deliberate play on the other side.
As his mouth lavished your breast, his hand began a slow descent, gliding down the curve of your waist with a feather-light touch. He traced along your ribs, then over the dip of your stomach, fingers dragging just enough to leave a trail of heat in their wake. Every inch he moved lower made your breath catch, your body aching for where he was headed, but he took his time, savoring every reaction he pulled from you.
His hand eventually found its way between your thighs, fingers lightly brushing over your heat. He groaned against your breast, his grin unmistakable as he felt just how soaked you already were.
“You’re dripping, sweetheart,” he murmured into your skin, voice low and rough with want. “All this for me?”
“Ye-yes.” You whimpered as he bit down on your nipple lightly, tugging at it with his teeth.
His fingers slid through your folds again, gathering your slick before trailing back up to your clit. With deliberate slowness, he began to circle the sensitive bud, his touch gentle but maddening.
You whimpered beneath him, breathy moans slipping past your lips as the dual sensation overwhelmed you. His fingers working your clit with agonizing precision while his mouth continued to suck and tease your breast. Every stroke, every flick of his tongue, sent sparks cascading through you.
His pace quickened, fingers moving in tight, deliberate circles as your hips jerked up into his hand, chasing every bit of friction he gave you.
“B-Bucky,” you moaned, voice trembling. “Feels so good.”
He let out a low, hungry groan against your breast, the sound vibrating through your skin as his mouth latched on again, his tongue flicking over your nipple in sync with the motion of his fingers. The way you writhed beneath him only spurred him on, his need to unravel you written in every touch.
Fire bloomed in your core, a tight coil winding itself deep in your belly with every relentless stroke of his fingers.
“I’m—I'm close,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as Bucky’s pace quickened, fingers circling your clit with determined precision.
The pressure built and built until it snapped, your climax crashing over you in pulsing, dizzying waves. You cried out, hips bucking as the pleasure overtook you, every nerve lit and thrumming. Bucky didn’t stop; instead, his fingers kept moving, drawing out every last shudder until your body trembled beneath him, the overstimulation making your thighs twitch as breathless whimpers spilled from your lips.
Once he was sure your climax had passed, he slowly withdrew his fingers from your pussy, lifting his head from your chest. Without breaking eye contact, he brought his slick-coated fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low, satisfied hum. An act so shamelessly deliberate it had your thighs instinctively pressing together.
When he was done, he reached up and brushed his thumb along the warm curve of your cheek, the gentleness in stark contrast to the heat still thrumming through your body. You were flushed, panting, eyes hazy with the afterglow.
“You did such a good job, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and full of praise. “Such a good girl.”
You whimpered at his words.
“Thank you.”
He sat up from your body, hands reaching for the edge of his t-shirt before he pulled it over his head. You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times as you slept next to him, but for some reason, this time was different. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, every muscle in his broad upper body flexing beneath smooth skin. The sight of him made your mouth go dry, and a slow, involuntary drool gathered at the corner of your lips.
Grinning at your expression, he wiggled his eyebrows and flexed those massive biceps, clearly showing off.
You couldn’t help but giggle, propping yourself up on your elbows as your eyes shamelessly roamed over your boyfriend’s body.
With a smirk, Bucky stood from the bed and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, slowly tugging them down over his hips.
He hadn’t bothered with underwear, of course he hadn’t, and the moment the fabric cleared the way, his thick cock sprang free, slapping lightly against the hard lines of his abs.
Your eyes practically bugged out of your head.
Large man, large dick….yeah, that tracked.
He grinned at your expression.
“Oh?” he said, voice dripping with amusement. “That look on your face, you act like this is your first time seeing a cock.”
Your face flushed instantly. “I—I’ve seen one before,” you blurted, voice way too high-pitched to sound convincing. “It’s not like—this isn’t—I'm not shocked or anything.”
He laughed, eyes glinting with amusement. “Just messing with you, sweetheart,” he said, smirking as he crawled back onto the bed.
His fingers tilted your chin up, brushing a soft kiss against your lips.
“Gotta get you stretched out first,” he murmured, his grin turning wicked. “Then I’ll give you the best dick you’ve ever had.”
One of his hands drifted back down your body, fingers sliding through your soaked folds once again. This time, his thick middle finger pressed against your entrance, and your pussy eagerly sucked in the intrusion with a wet, squelching sound.
A soft whimper escaped you at the sudden intrusion.
Bucky began pumping that single finger in and out before sliding in a second. The delicious stretch made your breath hitch.
“You like that, pretty girl?” he cooed, voice low and teasing, as you lifted your hips, grinding into his fingers.
You nodded, moaning loudly when his thick fingers hit that deep, sensitive spot.
Sensing he’d found the right place to get you going, Bucky’s fingers curled more inside you, pistoning faster, driving you closer to the edge.
Just as you began clenching down on his fingers, he slipped them from your slick walls.
“Buckyyyy,” you whined, voice trembling, “I was so close.”
“I know, sweetheart. I know,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses across your flushed face. “But I can’t help it anymore. I want you to come on my cock.”
He reached down, lifting one of your legs and slinging it over his shoulder, aligning his thick tip with your entrance.
Leaning down, he locked his lips with yours, hands steady and possessive, before slowly easing inside you.
He groaned deep into your mouth as he sank into you, inch by inch, until he was seated to the hilt. You whimpered at the stretch, never having felt so utterly full.
“Fuck, sweetheart…you feel so good.”
The two of you stayed locked like that for a moment, heated kisses exchanged as Bucky gave you time to adjust to his size.
“Bucky, please move.”, you finally whined, desperate for friction before you lost your mind.
He didn’t need to be asked twice.
With a slow pull, he slid out just enough before snapping his hips back into yours with fierce speed, setting a bruising pace.
“Oh fuck—”, you moaned out as he pulled your other leg over his shoulder, pressing your knees towards your chest.
Bucky’s eyes were wild with lust as he watched where your bodies collided, groaning at the wet, squelching sounds of your pussy echoing through the room.
“You’re doing so good sweetheart, look how well your taking my cock.”, he grunted.
You answered him with desperate whimpers and breathy moans, your pussy clenching around him at his words.
“You like when I talk to you, pretty girl?”
“Y-yes.”
He groaned deeper as you clenched again, but instead of speeding up, he slowed, sinking his hips deliberately, stretching out the delicious friction between you.
“Fuck baby can’t be squeezing me like that, I’m trying to make this last as long as possible.”, his hips rolled lazily into yours.
“Buck–please.”, you whimpered.
“Please, what?”
“Please—” you moaned as his cock rolled deep inside you, “please go faster. I wanna cum.”
“Since you asked so nicely, sweetheart.”
His hips began pistoning into you again, and the coil in your stomach tightened once more. His hand sneaked down your stomach toward your clit, where he started rubbing slow, firm circles.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Bucky, I’m—”
Your orgasm ripped through you, momentarily sending your vision white.
Bucky followed soon after, pulling his cock out of your pussy and painting your stomach with his release.
While you lay panting on the bed, he hurried to the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth. Gently, he wiped between your legs before cleaning the mess from your soft stomach.
Once you were clean, he leaned down and placed a tender kiss on your lips.
“You did so good, sweetheart. So fucking good.”
“Thank you,” you smiled up at him.
He carefully maneuvered your body, laying your head on the pillows and pulling the comforter up over your naked skin.
He disappeared for a few minutes before returning to the bed and climbing under the sheets. Bucky tugged your body toward his, throwing your leg over his hip as he faced you, pressing soft kisses across your sleepy face.
As you drifted off, you heard him murmur, “I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Bucky,” you whispered back, before sleep quickly claimed you.
PART FOURTEEN
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"This fic is literally just porn, why do you care about the quality of the editing" unfortunately, both my brain and my dick have strong opinions about verb tenses.
You’re just trying to walk past the bar crowd, hand in your boyfriend’s and a smile on your lips — until it happens. Some guy. Too drunk.
His hand touches your ass, it wasn't some accidental touch, he full on grabbed it.
And it’s not even subtle. Meaning your boyfriend clearly saw it happen as well. You freeze.
Your smile drops. You don’t even get the chance to react because the second it happens, your boyfriend stops cold. Turns around. Lets go of your hand.
The air changes. It’s like the fucking world pauses — because when he turns around, there’s murder in his eyes.
“Hey,” he says. Voice calm. Controlled. Deadly.
The guy stumbles a little, laughs. “It was a touch, relax—”
Crack.
One punch. Right to the jaw. No hesitation.
The guy goes down instantly, knocked straight into the dirty club floor, clutching his face. Blood already pouring from his nose. People around you gasp. Someone yells. You’re still in shock.
But your boyfriend? He just stands there. Breathing hard. Shoulders tight. Fists clenched like he hasn’t had enough. “You think it’s funny?” he says. Steps forward. “Touching someone who didn’t fucking ask for it?”
The guy groans. Doesn’t answer.
“Get the fuck up.” He doesn’t. Your boyfriend lowers his voice. “I said—get the fuck up.”
You grab his arm. “Babe, stop. It’s fine—”
He turns to you fast, still fuming. “No. It’s not fine. he touched you.” pause "i should cut his hands off for that"
He looks down at you like you’re the only real thing in the world.
“You flinched,” he says again, quieter now. “He made you uncomfortable.” You nod slowly, swallowing, fingers wrapped around his wrist now, grounding him.
His eyes are still wild. He’s still breathing like he might kill someone. But he lets you pull him back. Only after he spits at the guy’s feet.
“Touch her again,” he mutters, voice low and venomous. “And I swear I’ll put you in the fucking ground.” Then he turns. Wraps his arm around your waist.
And as you walk away, tucked under his arm, he doesn’t say a word. He’s still angry. Still ready to snap. But when you look up at him? He’s already looking at you.
Checking your face. Your breathing. Your comfort. “I’m okay,” you whisper. He exhales. Softens just slightly. But not much. Because in his head? He’s still thinking about dragging that guy outside and making sure he never touches another person again.
𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐕𝐘𝐍 | Don't try to be me, you can't.
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