Here you will find fanfics galore. Those I write and those I Reblog. Majority of fics here are 18+ so read and explore at your own risk. First fic published Aug 12.
I used to write glee fics way back in the day under Yinx1 on FanFiction.Net. Her Friend Dodger is my first fic published in over eight years. So this story came to be after Grey-Beard gate, it’s what I call it, (Chris at the MTV Movie award). Was never much of a Chris fan but I am very partial to a grey beard daddy 🥵 aka Daddy Argent from Teen Wolf. Just something about a man with grey hair, I mean they aren’t called silver fox for no reason. 🤷🏾♀️
Anyway, long story short, I went in look for fics to read especially ones with black readers which are few and even fewer with plus size black reader.
It reminded me of my glee days when there was virtually almost nothing for Mercedes Jones/Amber Riley. So here I am again going to fill a void most for my own pleasure😜 being black and plus size myself. Her Friend Dodger just came to me in a very good dream😏 and wouldn’t stop unless I started writing. Note this fic is over 75,000 words and counting. I just breaking it down to manageable chapters instead of one longass post😬. Tumblr hates long posts.
So far this is my only Chris Evans fic. I don’t really plan for more unless an idea hits me like this one did. Anyhoo, I hope you all enjoy it. The plan is to update with a new chapter every Friday👍🏾 (Edit: monthly). Please like, reblog, comment, and follow, it will be greatly appreciated🤗🥰😄.
“Chris stops you, “If they do then we will out the whole story. Tell the world how the US justice system protects abusers and punishes the victims. I will be right by your side, Y/N.””
*well that aged like spoiled milk😬*
Passage is from the latest chapter of Her Friend Dodger written in June of 2024
Soo did Her Friend Dodger predict real world events? Am I the Simpsons?
When I first joined Tumblr, I was lost. I didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know if this was a space I could call home. Everything felt overwhelming posts flying by, tags I didn’t understand, communities I didn’t know how to approach. I didn’t even know if I’d like it here. But then I stumbled across your stories, and everything changed.
You saved me.
Through your words, I found my footing in a space that, at first, didn’t feel like it had room for me. You gave me stories that wrapped around me like a warm hug, characters that looked like me, sounded like me, loved like me. You showed me what this app could be what it could mean. You reminded me that our stories are powerful, that we are powerful.
Thank you for being the guiding light I didn’t know I needed.
In a world where Black characters are so often sidelined, erased, or stereotyped, you did something revolutionary: you made us the center. You wrote us as heroes, as lovers, as dreamers. You gave us magic, power, and complexity. You reminded us that we can be everything.
When I read your work, I saw Black girls with wide smiles and wild curls, unafraid to take up space. I saw Black boys navigating their pain and triumphing over it. I saw queer Black love, soft Black love, fierce Black love. And I saw us thriving, not just surviving.
You gave me stories that said, “You belong here.” And that meant everything.
Your stories didn’t just give me representation; they gave me community. Through your words, I connected with people who understood what it means to feel invisible in spaces where you should be seen. People who share my love for these characters and who understand the joy of seeing ourselves in these worlds.
You showed me that fandom isn’t just about the media we consume it’s about the people we meet along the way. The way you build each other up, support one another, and create a space where Black voices shine is nothing short of extraordinary.
I didn’t just find stories on Tumblr. I found a family.
I know it’s not easy. Writing is hard. Posting your work for the world to see is even harder. Yet you do it anyway. You push through the doubt, the fear, the imposter syndrome, and you create. You write stories that make us laugh, cry, and feel seen.
I think about the late nights you spend revising, the time you dedicate to perfecting every scene, every line of dialogue. I think about how you manage to weave pieces of our culture our humor, our slang, our struggles into your stories so effortlessly. It’s art, and it’s real.
Your stories remind us that creativity is resistance. That writing Black characters who are loved, desired, and heroic is an act of defiance in a world that tries to diminish us. You’re not just writing fanfiction, you're making a statement: “We matter. We belong. We are worthy.”
Why You Matter So Much
As a 21-year-old Black woman, I can’t tell you how much your work has inspired me. You’ve shown me the beauty of our diversity, the depth of our experiences, and the endless possibilities of our stories. You’ve reminded me that Blackness is infinite.
You’ve given me hope in ways I didn’t even know I needed. You’ve shown me that joy is revolutionary, that our stories deserve to be told. You’ve given me love stories that feel like home, characters that feel like family, and worlds that feel like freedom.
You’ve saved me on my darkest days.
Forever Grateful
To the Black fanfic writers who dared to take up space in a fandom culture that didn’t always want us here, thank you. Thank you for showing up, for creating, for building a world where we can see ourselves as everything we’ve ever dreamed of being.
You’ve reminded me and so many others that we are powerful, that we are beautiful, that we are worthy of being the main character. You’ve given me more than I could ever repay.
So here’s to you the storytellers, the dreamers, the visionaries.
You’ve made this app feel like home.
You’ve made me feel seen, heard, and loved.
And I am forever grateful.
With love and admiration,
A Black girl who finally found herself through your words.
I am definitely tagging all the writers I know and love and I hope to find more of y'all so I can add y'all to the list, if there is more please tag them! let's show them the love they deserve!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
I Got GIFTED!!!
I’m sorry for taking a week to reblog and share this.
@btwxsixesandsevens , Thank You So So Much for this beautiful Christmas jewel of a story.
If this story closes out their story for now, it’s a beautiful beginning to the next phase of their lives together. And the song you picked is one of my favorite American Standards that was covered by Ella Fitzgerald.
I wish I could write something in return to show my appreciation, but it wouldn’t even measure up. The only thing I could think of to do was make this little Moodboard to express my thanks and appreciation.
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumblebee.
A/N: Part of my Bumblebee series. Written on my phone, unbetad.
Bee's chilling in her bear suit, her snowboard strapped to her feet. It's been a good morning for the toddler—she had some apple juice, got a hug from her mama, and now she's impatiently waiting to go snowboarding.
Bucky is still getting ready, going over the plans with her instructor when Bee decides the grown-ups are taking 'forevers'. She's going to take a little trip down the slopes. She can do this. All by herself.
"Papa, I go now," she announces.
Instantly, the conversation stops. They know that tone. Bucky's head snaps up, his gaze honing in on her. Her bodyguards, Nino and Roman, start walking towards her, their hands out, ready to jump over and save her before she gets too far. "Wait a second. We're almost done. "
Bee grins, her chubby cheeks hitting the edge of her goggles. "No times to waits," she retorts, waving at her Papa.
With a practiced ease, she turns and slides down the snowcovered path. It would be impressive if this wasn't her first time doing this. Bucky's heart leaps out his throat. Nino and Ronan break into a sprint, only to stop short when Bee does. She gets about a good three feet before falling on her bottom, her giggles filling the air.
"You sees me, Papa? I goes weal fast!" She laughs out, arms sweeping over the snow around her.
Bucky sighs in relief, his heart resuming its normal pace. Behind him, one of his guys, probably Nino snorts, covering his chuckle with a cough. This girl— there's a reason they all adore her.
"Yeah. I saw Bumblebee. Now, why dont you give me one sec—seriously?" His brow lifts, and he watches with sardonic amusement as she rolls herself to her front and rocks her way back to her feet.
"I gonna go again. Bye Papa!" She declares with another cheeky grin.
Bucky crosses his arms over his chest, a proud smile pulling at his lips as his baby girl makes it another two feet before toppling over, face first in the snow. "Great job, Bee."
Her muffled "Tank you Papa" makes his day. They let her sit there for a moment, giving Nino and Ronan enough time to strategically position themselves along the slope so they can be ready to catch the rambunctious toddler if she manages to stay on her feet longer than thirty seconds.
Bucky glides down to her side and plucks her out of the snow, brushing her adorable face off with his glove. "Ready to go again?
He doesn't even need to ask, Bucky already knows her answer. "Weady!"
angel of my dreams (I will always love you and hate you, it’s not fair)
This is for the @sambuckylibrary's SamBucky Summer Bingo 2024 for the "Thunderbolts" fill. It's also based on the song "Angel of My Dreams" by JADE. Enjoy! 🥰
angel of my dreams (I will always love
you and hate you, it’s not fair)
| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 2.3K |
Summary: Sam Wilson spots his ex-boyfriend, current undercover operative Bucky Barnes, while on a mission. They end up talking.
Excerpt:
It wasn’t what he needed.
What he needed was home.
Curled up with his cat on the couch.
With – with –
No.
He wasn’t there anymore.
Sam didn’t need Bucky Barnes.
But as if by fucking cosmic coincidence, the Winter Soldier seemed to appear before him. Like a mirage of lovers' past. Or a fucking reckoning on Bucky’s end.
Richonne = Radiant. Resplendent. Riveting. And truly Revel-worthy.
The Ones Who Live further cemented Rick and Michonne Grimes' love story as one of the all-time best in media. And 2024 has felt like the year of Richonne. 🤩 From all the memorable promo and panels at the start of the year, the incredible TOWL miniseries in spring, the great ongoing reactions and reviews after, the TOWL dvd coming in autumn, and more. This is Richonne’s year. And the celebration of Richonne continues all summer 🥳…
I’m very happy to finally return to doing one of my absolute favorite things — reveling in Richonne and sharing in-depth thoughts on whatever is beautiful about The Ones Who Live. Which basically means analyzing and breaking down every scene in the show, from beginning to end. 😊
I’m still in awe over the fact that we got blessed with a whole show dedicated to Rick and Michonne's epic love story. 🥰 TOWL is sincerely a dream come true. And the performances Andy & Danai gave were out of this world excellent. 👏🏽🔥 This miniseries really did make it feel like we love a ship that loves us back. So if I used to go all out analyzing Richonne scenes even when they were few and far between in TWD, naturally, it’s only right that I get extra extra when reveling in Richonne: TOWL edition.
I tried my best to leave no stone unturned with these breakdowns, y’all. These posts are one; for anyone who wants to revel over every TOWL detail with a friend. And two; for anyone who wants to essentially read The Ones Who Live: The Novel. Because that’s how extensive these revelings ended up being lol. (Richonne makes me obsessed like no other, I’ve simply had to embrace this about myself. 😅)
There’s already been so many excellent insights and commentary shared about TOWL within this thoughtful richonne fandom, so I’m just glad to add to it. And these ‘dissertations’ are gonna include recapping all the details, reacting, reflecting, reveling, and cutting up a little too. It’s how it’s always been over here and how it’s gonna stay. 😌
So starting tomorrow, I’m excited to break it all down daily and dissect everything as promised. 👌🏽😊 Sending thanks to all those who messaged and encouraged me to keep at it when writing these breakdowns. It helped me. 🙏🏽
I hope these TOWL observations and reflections bring an enjoyable daily dose of Richonne and just further affirm that Rick and Michonne’s love story is so very special.
To the general public, Rick Grimes is a successful businessman and philanthropist. To those who know him, he is the ruthless head of a criminal empire. Grimes is the type of man that never needs to ask for anything, and he always gets what he wants. A mistake by a colleage has left Grimes in hot water. While visiting the law firm of his attorneys, he glimpses a beautiful new hire, Michonne Hawthorne. Will Grimes be able to remain levelheaded or will his infatuation with Michonne threaten the life and empire he has built for himself?
A/N: Something I came up with based on this conversation. Thought about it and decided on revisiting Sous Couverture-style Rick Grimes. I could've gone for sophisticated fun, but went for dark & unhinged instead lol
Since it's been a year... I give you my latest installment. A little self-conscious with this chapter but I hope I got it right. Let me know what you think. I’d like to thank Victoria Monet’s ‘Cadillac’ for the inspiration for this chapter.
Summary | A bad breakup lands you in the office of Dr. Curtis Everett, who seeks to help you further at the request of your local therapist, due to his renowned talent in his niche profession.
Cameras flash, voices carrying over each other to get your attention. Curtis’ fingers are intertwined with yours, leading you through the small path allotted by security from the restaurant to the waiting car. The act of your hand in his own shouldn’t elicit such a reaction but the understanding that you’ve been touch starved more than you are willing to admit makes you grip his hand tighter.
He wastes no time opening the door for you, closing it while more people shout his name, the lights from the cameras lighting up the car.
“Fuckin’ vultures,” Curtis mutters when he finally gets in, looking at your face. “You alright?”
“I thought they’d be gone by now,” you admit, pressing your hand to your heart to feel your heart beating rapidly. “Does that happen every time you go out?”
“Only when I have a date so, no,” Curtis allows with a wink. “You ready to go?”
At your nod, he accelerates, the car shooting forward as he takes a tight turn, the velocity making you laugh as he heads toward the freeway.
“We’ll be home soon.”
You don’t admit how that makes your stomach flutter at the sound, especially since you know that it isn’t your home he’s mentioning.
-
When he helps you out of the car, he gives you a spin, letting you go before he closes the door behind you. Holding out his hand, you take it, Curtis leading you up the steps of his house.
Every single house looks like it could have been taken out of a magazine, an architect’s dream as you slightly look back, careful of your steps as you go up the stairs slowly. More importantly, you’re aware of he holds your hand in his own, his fingers warm against your own.
When he opens the door, your mouth parts in surprise, the entry like a bridge to the living room, a pond underneath the bridge.
“A pond?” you ask, Curtis standing behind you as you take a step forward to look. “How…”
“It was a surprise to me too when I saw the plans.”
When you get closer, koi fish swim to the surface as you lean over to look.
“A little surprise from my architect at the time. I take good care of these guys,” Curtis says.
“Incredible.”
You can feel his eyes on you when you finally look at him as he nods for you to continue on. Going over the bridge, he’s behind you, your hands nearly touching when you glide your palms on the rails.
“It’s very fancy.”
“I’m more of a minimalist but they’re a nice touch,” he agrees, motioning to the right. “Kitchen is that way.”
Stainless steel appliances and black lacquered cabinets await you, everything carefully decorated when he turns on the light, taking off his shoes in a swift move, padding into the kitchen.
“Pick your poison,” he offers, heading to the built-in wet bar.
“I’ll have a scotch, please.”
“Scotch,” Curtis says with a raise of his eyebrow. “I would have taken you for a gin sort.”
“Gin?”
“Sophisticated. Architects have a way about them.”
“Like what?” you inquire, Curtis handing you your drink as he raises his to yours. The glasses clink slightly before he answers you.
“Complex without being overbearing.”
You take a sip, Curtis following suit.
“Complex,” you repeat. “That’s now how I would describe myself.”
“Then you’re not giving yourself enough credit. Complex doesn’t need to have a negative connotation. Everything about you is complex because you don’t outwardly offer your feelings.”
“I think I’ve been pretty open.”
He laughs at your comment, nodding in agreement.
“But the treatment that I offered, that was complex. Broke a few of my own set rules but it worked. You’re a complex woman and I find that insanely sexy.”
You swallow the last of your drink, seeing him take another sip.
“It’s a good thing that I was cured then. You won’t have to break any more of your rules,” you add, seeing him set down his glass.
“How would you know what other rules I’d be willing to break?”
Your mouth goes dry at his question, licking your lips as he cages you against the wall.
“I was guessing.”
“Hmm,” he replies, his eyes gazing at your body. “There’s only one way to find out. Can I touch you?”
You nod, almost too furiously for your good when he lowers himself down, his hands at your hips, his fingers sliding down the fabric of your dress and down to your bare skin. He doesn’t break eye contact with you, hands slipping under your dress as he pulls the fabric up.
He leans in, kissing your thighs, your own hands rolling into fists as he inches closer and closer to the juncture of your thighs. You can feel his breath, warm and dangerously close when he leans in, keeping you steady when his tongue finds your covered clit, applying just enough pressure for you to whimper.
“Satin is a nice touch,” he tells you, slipping thumbs under the band. “I wouldn’t want to ruin such a pretty pair but I need to see what I’ve been dreaming about.”
He pulls them down slowly, letting them pool at your feet, carefully lifting up each leg so that you’re finally free. The urge to hide from him, to hold your dress in place is overwhelming.
There is a hunger – a desire – in his eyes that you’ve never experienced with anyone else before.
You’re exposed to him, but it doesn’t matter, your eyes on his arms flexing when his thumb slowly swipes against your clit, back and forth until your hips move forward.
“Easy,” he warns gently, tasting you as you swallow hard. “Just like I thought. Amazing.”
You aren’t prepared for how his mouth feels, wet and hot as he’s gentle, learning you centimeter by centimeter, your fingernails scoring against his scalp. Your breath halts when his tongue laves over your clit, over and over until you forget to breathe again.
“You okay?”
Nodding, your head falls back against the wall when you feel his fingers ease up inside you.
Stretching, caressing keeping time with the tempo of his mouth on your clit.
“C…”
There’s no use in trying to finish saying his name, your hands holding him in place as he brings you to the brink, your legs buckling before you feel him hold you up as you shatter.
“One so far,” he says, looking up at you with a sly smile. “We’re barely getting started.”
He stands up fluidly, your boldness peaking when you pull on his shirt to bring him closer.
“One of how many?” you ask, seeing his devious smile.
“That depends,” he replies. “How many do you want to give me?”
There’s no set number in your mind, only the want – need – to have him that propels you forward, your lips on his, tasting yourself that only spurns you to kiss him deeper as he takes control, his hand at the side of your neck, breaking the kiss to turn your head slightly, drawing your skin into his mouth as he sucks it gently but deep enough that you can feel the sweet pressure and sends shockwaves down to your belly.
“I’ll give you a choice,” he says, breaking the kiss. “Dress on or off before you go upstairs.”
You’ve never been exposed like this before, especially knowing the only thing you’ll be wearing are your heels.
Whatever you choose, you’ll know he’ll accept without question. The freedom to decide how you’ll end up in his bed may be insignificant to him – though you hope not – it feels freeing to know that he’s letting you make the decision.
Turning around, you hear it: the slight suck in of his breath, looking over your shoulder as your eyes plead silently for him to help you.
“Bold move,” he praises, his fingers unzipping your dress.
As it slips down your shoulders, his lips brush against the tops of your shoulders and at the back of your neck when it pools at your feet.
“Absolutely unreal,” Curtis says, taking your hand as he turns you around in a circle, his appreciative gaze making you even wetter than you thought possible.
“Up the stairs and to the left,” Curtis directs. “I’ll be right behind you.”
Every step you take, your insecurities come racing back. Despite every body being a good body, you’re aware of your own shortcomings, the ones you see in the mirror when the confident façade slips. You’re aware of how your hips sway, certain imperfections that you can only imagine will be amplified with you only wearing your black stilettos.
“You look absolutely perfect,” he says behind you, as if he’s reading your mind.
“I’ve never been this… exposed,” you whisper in the darkness, Curtis right behind you as you can feel his arousal, cradled right between your ass.
“I guessed since tt’s taking you a while to get up the stairs. Not that I’m complaining in the slightest,” he assures you, kissing your cheek. “But you’re going to kill me with that perfect view.”
A slight tap of his hand against your ass makes you involuntarily moan, gripping the banister for a moment as you look back at him.
“You’re dripping,” he says, his eyes wandering between your thighs. “Making a nice mess if I do say so myself.”
You finally reach the top of the stairs, the cool air doing nothing to stop the ache between your legs when you make the left toward his room. You’ll marvel at the work of his upstairs when you’re not thinking about how you’re going to get wrecked, Curtis pushing the door open for you as you step into his room.
Black silk sheets.
“It’s not fair, you know,” you finally say, turning your body to face him. “I’m the only one underdressed.”
“I don’t think I’d look as good as you do,” Curtis answers you, beginning to unbutton his shirt. “But I can oblige if you want.”
“I want to help.”
His hands lower to his sides, letting you take over to finish unbuttoning his shirt, your hands resting on his chest. Tattoos are etched on his chest, your fingers outlining them as you trail down, unbuckling his belt as you see his Adam’s apple bob, perspiration on his forehead.
“Am I going too slow?”
“You take all the time you need.”
His voice pulls at your core, hands deftly ridding him of his belt and then buttoning his slacks. He’s hard as a rock when you accidently brush against him, his composure strong as steel when you pull down his boxers and pants. His cock springs free, long and thick, your eyes dropping down to look at it appreciatively. Gone are the thoughts of finishing getting him undressed, your hand reaching out to touch him gently, fingers wrapping around the length of him, his eyes closing in response.
“How can you be so calm,” you whisper against him. “I can’t believe I’m…”
Pre-cum makes your grip slicker, his head tilting up as you kiss his throat, his hands going to your face as he kisses you, kicking off his pants. He walks you toward the bed, stopping right when you can feel the bed behind you.
When you reach to take the heels off, he shakes his head.
“I meant what I said. Heels on until I say so.”
-
He prides himself on self-control. He’s lasted this long with his wits about him, to know that patience is always much sweeter but he knows he can’t wait much longer when your sweet voice pitches as your thighs try to close together, his hands gripping them so you don’t use them as his earmuffs.
All he can think about is how gorgeous you look when you come apart - three times now - just by where he touches, learning your body as you react to his touch. Your lips are parted, chest rising and falling as your hands cover your breasts. It’s laughable for a moment if it wasn’t so excruciatingly painful how badly he wants to be inside you. Your legs are still over his shoulders, Curtis caressing your calves before he looks back at your swollen cunt.
“I’m not going to get enough of how good you taste.”
Your eyes are half lidded, mouth moving but no sound coming out when he carefully eases you off of him, gently removing your heels as they fall to the ground. He kisses your brow, your hands going to his neck to keep him in place.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he admits, his cock nestled between your legs.
“I need you,” you mouth, kissing him deeply and he swears your legs are opening wider when he reaches for the drawer. “I want to just feel you. I’m clean.”
You’re bartering, his smile against your lips as you kiss him again. You’re uninhibited, vulnerable and the progress you’ve made makes him greedy, a flash of possessive that he shuts out when he kisses down your neck.
“Me too but it’s still dangerous,” he warns gently, seeing you shake your head slowly, nodding to your arm.
“Implant. You can’t leave a legacy,” you tease, your eyes closing in bliss when he’s cradled against your entrance. “I want you, I’ve tried to ignore it but -”
That’s all he needs, inching slowly inside you as your fingernails score his back. You’re tight, wet and hot, gritting his teeth as he tries to maintain what shreds of composure he has left, reaching the hilt of you when you left out a soft whimper.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” you murmur. “Just…”
“Big?”
He can tell you want to laugh at his joke but he knows the truth, seeing you finally relax before you urge him to move. You’re like a vise, his control slipping with every single thrust, your soft little noises urging him on.
He needs to see ore of you, rolling you onto your side, your thigh on his hip as the new angle makes your mouth drop open, exposing you in a way that makes your fingers give him better access.
You’re close, he can feel the way your silky walls squeeze him tighter, your incessant pleas for him not to stop only urging him on. He commits the way your pretty face looks to memory, knowing that you’ve fundamentally changed how he sees you – how your body reacts to him – and how freely you’ve given yourself to him.
“Fuck,” he grits out, keeping you in place as he cums, filling you as you cling to him.
“Oh god, I… oh, I…” you pant, not letting him go. “I can’t see straight.”
“We’re not done,” he promises, smoothing back your hair as he holds you close. “Not by a long shot, four.”
“Five,” you whisper against his lips, closing your eyes.
-
Your eyes are barely open when you feel the slight dip in the bed, a glass of water in front of you.
“You need to drink something,” Curtis reminds you softly, rubbing your back in soothing circles. “I ran you a nice bath. Just waiting for you.”
“What time is it?”
“Two or three,” he answers, kissing your cheek.
“Mmm,” you mumble, eyes closing again. “I’ll get up if you come with me.”
Actually struggling for the words! This story has always been a favourite of mine and I was so excited to see a new chapter!……..and it did not disappoint!
The slow burn between these two is just ❤️🔥 absolutely love the way he treats her but also the way she has co,e out of her shell and isn’t afraid of what she wants!
People have been asking for an update for so long and I kept trying to find the muse and it finally came! I really have missed writing them so I am so glad that you liked it!
She one going home with him that she had two choices - be afraid or be bold and he definitely gave her the space to be bold.
A SamBucky Kindergarten Cop/Tracker mash-up AU where rewardist Bucky crosses paths with teacher Sam, while on the hunt for an endangered woman and child. This is a WIP that should update at least weekly.
Summary: Your boyfriend, Ransom knew you had a crush on the owner of the local bakery. He sees you practically drooling as you watch his hands kneading dough. Always making excuses to go to Andy’s work during his demos. Getting all flustered when he smiles at you, even offering a private lesson…if you want Andy, you can have him. For one night. But it’s Ransom’s choice. Enjoy.
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader X Andy Barber
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, dumb sex jokes, “surprises”, threesome, unprotected sex, PIV sex, anal sex, dumbification, degradation, double penetration, creampie, cameras, surprise! 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.7K
Ransom Drysdale Masterlist
Andy Barber Masterlist
You take a quick peek up, and are met with his beautiful blue eyes. Close enough to see the speckling of different hues of blue. His mouth turns up into a smile, and you quickly look back down at his hands. Pushing forward, and pulling back. His veins pop up on his arms and hands with the motion. Cords of his muscles ripple on his forearms. The man did more than bake pastries. He had to have a clear an amazing workout routine that you would love to sit and watch.
Since Andy had opened Butter & Buns you found every excuse to come here on a regular basis. It had nothing to do with Andy, but his goods, at least that’s what you told yourself. He honestly does make the most spectacular delicacies. And the way he runs his patisserie is so inviting. He had demos where he made the fresh breads right in front of you.
And he is even going to be starting classes. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about how he would teach. Would he be the type of man that stands behind you, hands on yours as he shows you how to properly make bread? Or would he be the teacher that stands in front of you while his eyes pay more attention to the curves of your body instead, and you learn nothing at all?
He told you about the classes first of course, letting you know you are his favorite customer. You gaze over his arms again as he pushes and pulls the dough. Developing the glutens, and mixing in the butter. It is heavenly to watch. A bit distracting, but only due to how effortlessly he did that. Like a skilled ballerina up on stage. It flows and has an odd beauty to it.
“Are you getting your usual, Sweet Buns?” a girlish giggle brushes past your lips, and the quick glance up at him sends heat to your cheeks. Andy has this way of making you feel like a schoolgirl. Even your hands are clammy, and your throat dries up. “Or can I suggest something different that I know you’re going to love?” You have to look at him, but this time he catches your eyes, and you linger the hold. You couldn’t look away.
“Yeah, of course,” your voice is a whisper as you nod your head, and switch the weight on your feet.
“Oh, give me a break,” Ransom rolls his eyes beside you, and you give him a little nudge with your shoulder. He is ruining this for you.
“Why don’t you grab our coffees, and I’ll get the treats?” He smirks, rolling his eyes again. It’s one of his favorite things to do, but he does walk away to go to the front of the counter, leaving you and Andy alone. “I’m sorry about him.”
“You’d think your husband wouldn’t come in with you if he’s so easily annoyed,” there’s a slight twinkle in Andy’s eye, but you can’t quite figure it out.
“We’re not married,” you answer quickly, showing him your bare finger. “Not even engaged. He’s…” Ransom peeks over towards you, pursing his lips, and narrowing his eyes before ordering the coffee. “What are you wanting to suggest to me?” Changing the subject off your relationship is the best course of action.
“I was playing around with croissant ideas. It’s not traditional, but it’s lemon meringue.”
“It sounds perfect,” almost as perfect as his ass walking to the sink to wash his hands. He meets you down at the register, handing over Ransom’s usual mini scones before giving you his newest creation. It looks amazing, and perfect. Just like him.
“I made this specifically with you in mind, Sweet Buns,” another giggle. You love that he remembers your first encounter with him, and it has since become your nickname. Your hand brushes against his as he hands you the receipt, and his eyes linger on you as you make way to Ransom.
“I made this specifically with you in mind, Sweet Buns,” he mocks what Andy says as you sit down across from him. “Why don’t you admit you got a crush on the baker.”
“I don’t, and he’s a pastry chef,” Ransom blinks at you a few times before taking a bite of your croissant. He doesn’t want to react, but he does. A soft little moan travels up his throat, and you shimmy your shoulders. “See.”
“You completely ignored what I just said,” of course you did. It’s a silly conversation that wasn’t going to get either of you anywhere.
“I ignored you because I don’t have a crush on Andy.”
“Ahh, you just want him to fuck your sweet buns, huh?” You give him a little kick under the table, smiling at him. It is fascinating to see him get a bit jealous. He knows who you go home to, and who you want to spend the rest of your life with. “If he gets your sweet buns, what do I get?”
“You can have the warm muffin.”
“I love it when you talk dirty. So I can have the warm muffin, he gets the sweet buns, what are we going to do with your mouth?” He raises his eyebrows in a suggestive way, and now it’s you that’s rolling your eyes.
“Shut up!” You playfully say, nudging your foot at him. “You know I love you, right?” Smiling, he nods his head, taking another bite of your pastry. Rude. “But I do quite enjoy your wheels turning. Are you seriously dreaming about him with us?” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Stop eating my food. That was made just for me.”
“Unless he’s got another sweet buns that he’s not telling you about,” you are his only Sweet Buns. Andy didn’t have others that he is like this with. You’ve watched him. “If we do this can I frost your muffin and turn it into a cupcake?” You burst out laughing, throwing your head back dramatically. He is silly, even if you love his play on words.
“What is wrong with you?” Or better yet, why did he have to wait to frost your cupcake?
“Or I can always call it a pie shell. Won’t you let me make a cream pie,” he’s saying words, and you’re not sure how serious he is. You’d let him if he’d ask.
“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s go home.”
“Maybe he can butter your buns,” he’s so obnoxious sometimes. “Knead your dough. Oh oh! Maybe frost your cake,” you give a quick little wave to Andy, trying to shoo Ransom out of the shop before Andy hears what he is saying. How embarrassing. Or maybe not.
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“Ransom! Baby, I’m home,” throwing your keys into the bowl, you remove your shoes. Slowly undressing now because it is Friday, and you are tired of this bra. “Ransom?” You couldn’t smell any cooking, so you figured he must want to go out tonight, you’ll have to persuade him to order in. You just want him, the couch, and reruns.
“Ransom?” You say his name one more time as you pull your shirt over your head, and take off your bra. He’ll be happy to see your titties free. That’s how you make sure he just orders in, and you can stay with and watch television.
“Ransom? Oh my god!” Your arms fly over your chest as Andy smiles at you devilishly. “Why are you in my house, and in my fucking room?”
“It does look like a nice fucking…room,” creep. He was attractive in his place. Being alone in your house with you. And… “Ransom, she did make a great entrance,” your boyfriend steps out of the en-suite, and you look between the two of them. The little slut!
They are up to something, and you just want to rest. In between them. “What is this?”
“Angel,” uh uh. Anytime Ransom starts a sentence with that, he’s up to something. Needing you to forgive him immediately. And of course that makes sense since Andy Barber is in your bedroom with you and your boyfriend all while your arms are over your chest, covering yourself.
Rolling your eyes, you happen to catch a peek, and Andy is a full mast. Pants are completely tented, and you feel a rush of heat pool at your core. He’s as big as you imagined, bigger even. This is about that conversation you had Butter & Buns! Ransom brought this man here for a threesome, and both men are ready to go.
“I had some thoughts about our conversation the other day…”
“And I overheard everything,” oh my god! Andy overheard every stupid joking detail. This is too much. “And I approached Ransom.”
“No, you didn’t. I went back to the buttery buns, and approached you.”
“You stuttered, and couldn’t get the question out, so I proposed a deal. I get your ass, if you agree.”
“But I’m in control,” it is like watching a ping pong match as the two of them go back and forth. Each making sure you know that they’re more manly than the other with no regard of what you want. You didn’t ask for this. Ransom and Andy just assumed. They didn’t exactly assume wrong.
You have dreamed of this very moment. You didn’t want Andy in your life, you just wanted him in your body. Have a little fun with your boyfriend. He did say his fantasy was to watch you be destroyed before he joins in. Watch as your cunt is being refused stimulation, and he waits for you to beg before joining in. You just don’t beg. You never beg.
Okay, maybe you have dreamed about the man destroying you being Andy once or twice. But the principle of the matter is they didn’t ask. “Angel, if you didn’t want me to know that you have fantasized about this, maybe you shouldn’t leave your fucking journal open on the bed. With a very detailed explanation of what you want Mr. Butters and me to do to you.”
“You caught that, huh?” Ransom is far from being dumb, but sometimes he just needs a little nudging, especially since you found out that he wanted Andy to be the man that joined you. You gave him a little hint by leaving your journal on his side of the bed.
“You made it obvious. So quit playing coy. On your knees. I can literally smell your arousal. You know I know your cunt better than you do. On your knees, and let Andy fuck your ass. I won’t ask again. And be a good girl, and drop your arms. Go on. Let me see.”
He’s such an ass when he’s right. You let your arms fall, and you glance towards Andy. His eyes coast down your body as you start to pull your pants down. Andy licks his lips as he stares at your pebbled peaks. He’s ready to devour you. Ready to turn you into the mush, and become completely pliable like his doughs.
You came home tired, but a new sense of invigoration courses through your body as the bed dips down with your weight. Leaning forward you let your head rest completely on the mattress, and your ass full on in the air. Both men walk behind you, their eyes taking in your sex before Ransom’s lithe fingers move through your folds.
“She’s soaked,” he moans before slapping at Andy’s hand. “Nope, you can’t touch her until I say so. You must inspect the goods. She expects this from me. See,” he pulls you apart at the seam. Spreading you out fully for Andy’s hungry eyes. “The tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. But this…this pretty little hole,” Ransom spits down at your puckered entrance before rubbing it around your muscle.
“This is going to be all yours. You can’t have her needy little cunt. But her ass is just as greedy, watch,” you whimper as he presses a finger past the tight rim. Pushing yourself back into him. “Go on, I’ll warm her up, but you get nice and lubed. She has a bit of an attitude problem, but you fill her up, and she’s the most obedient little sex doll, aren’t ya? Such a little slut drunk on cock.”
Your brain goes fuzzy as you anticipate two cocks at once. Overwhelmed is a perfect word for it. Feeling all the feels, while Ransom pumps his finger in and out of you, and his sinful mouth never shuts up. “You can come in her or on her, but you can’t have that tight little pussy, okay?” Andy groans, coating his cock in lube.
He fists his thick veiny member a few times, starting to move closer. Ransom’s need for mirrors in the bedroom is paying off. You’re able to see Andy’s wide body and thick hands take in your holes. He looks massive behind you. “She’s so pretty when she gets stuffed, too. Look at her, ass in the air, and ready to be fucked so hard. In and out. Filled fully. Every little hole.”
Andy clears his throat, and Ransom reluctantly pulls his finger out of your ass. Smiling when you whine at the loss of him. Starting to rock on your knees because you need a replacement. “Easy, Sweet Buns,” his thick hands grab tight to your hips, digging into your skin with so much force you hope it bruises. Andy teases your tight hole with his cock. “You going to be a cockslut for us?”
“Mhmm,” mewling as his blunt mushroom tip breaches your entrance. Your fingers grip tight to the bed, and your eyes shoot open, trying to find your boyfriend’s handsome face. Staring at him with so much need as Andy slowly sinks into you. Doesn’t stop until he’s balls deep in your ass, and you're ready for Ransom to fill you up, too. You need him. It isn’t fair you can’t have him, too.
“Shh,” he sighs, petting your face. “Let big daddy Andy have some fun, okay?” You nod your head, but reach towards Ransom. Holding onto his hand as Andy slowly pulls out of you, and crashes back into your warmth. Yipping when he does it again quickly.
You never look anywhere, but Ransom’s handsome face. The way he’s adoring you even more for allowing your crush to own your ass. Rutting into you at such a steady pace, and yet you still feel empty. Ransom belongs in you as well. “You’re doing such a good job.”
“Sweet buns, you should really get on top of me. Let your boyfriend watch that neglected cunt as I fill every inch of your ass. He can see that pretty pussy weeping with need for him. Crying out for him because you need him so much. Doesn’t that sound good?”
“Yes! Yes!” Shouting because you need Ransom to see how empty you are without him. How much you need him inside of you more than some fantasy. “Please!” He nods his head, and Andy pulls out of you, and crawls on the bed. Letting you turn your back to him as you settle over top.
Able to watch every part of Ransom as you slowly sink over him. Moaning as your body swallows him whole, and Ransom’s eyes go to your core. Staring so hard at where he is supposed to be. You’ve already told him too many times that your body was made for him. “Do you like it, Ran?”
“Yes, very much so, kitty cat,” placing your hands behind you, and on either side of Andy, you start bouncing over top of him. Letting Ransom see a part of you not filled with him letting her beg him, because you won’t with words. Your body cries for him to enter you as your arousal leaks onto Andy. “You’re so perfect,” he moans, and you go harder.
Bucking on top of Andy, and ready to whine out Ransom’s name. “Make yourself come first. You needy little brat. If you want two cocks, come. Go on. You can do it,” you slam yourself over him harder. Enjoying the view even if it's torturous. “You’re almost there. You’ve got this. Keep going. Don’t stop. That pretty pussy needs my pretty cock inside of her, huh?”
“Yeah. Please. Ransom, I’m…” heat and pleasure rush to your core. It’s almost cruel to come like this. A big part of you is being ignored, and no matter what you do, Ransom isn’t budging. “Ransom, I’m…”
“Then do it, you filthy little slut,” that does it. Pleasure shoots into every part of your limbs as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Slowing down your movements, but Andy picks up where you leave off. “Clenching around nothing, and I got the front row seat to heaven,” his voice is so deep as he stares at your empty cunt.
Getting onto the bed before his lips meet yours. He tastes like sin and dessert as he swallows your moans, “You needed this,” he says before crashing into you. Both men pause as sounds you’ve never made before scream out of your lungs.
Giving you a grace period for you to adjust to just how incredibly full you feel. Stretched out in the most perfect way, and getting to have and feel Ransom finally. He fits so perfectly inside you. You’ve never doubted how he is made for you. He even feels just as much pleasure as you, just feeling how different this is. It’s overwhelming. Blinding. Makes you feel as if you’ve ascended to heaven.
Everything in your body ceases to stop functioning. You’re just there. Existing for nothing but pleasure. Obviously for them, but what you feel is like a religious experience. Floating in the air with the most beautiful high encasing your body.
“There she is,” Ransom coos down to you. “I thought I’d lost you to the pleasure,” what is he talking about? You’re just feeling. “I think you blacked out for a minute. Just kept saying my name, but barely.”
“Mmm.”
“Cockdrunk,” Andy is just a vessel. A tool to add to the fun. If it wasn’t for the severe amount of fullness you feel, you wouldn't know he is even there. All you care about is Ransom. Head rolling around on your shoulders. “Alright, let’s flip. You just lay there, and take care of your girl, while I fuck her.”
“You want that, baby? You want Andy to fuck you.”
“You.”
“You’re too far gone, baby. Yeah, we’ll switch,” you want to cry as Ransom pulls out of you. Already reaching out to him as he lays down on the bed. “Come on. C’mere,” it’s Andy that helps you move over to him. Guiding you to sink over Ransom, and you start kissing on his beautiful face. “I know. I know.”
The last words you remember as Andy slams into you, and you scream. Fuck it feels so good. So full. So very full. If you could float out of your body, and watch this experience you would. The world doesn’t exist. It’s just nirvana. You try and ground yourself with the touch of Ransom, because he is perfect. Rubbing over your face. Whispering your name because you forgot.
Andy’s movements are harsh and about him getting off; Ransom is about you and him. So sweet. So perfect. So in love with him. You didn’t think you could love him more, but a man willing to have another man in your bed because you’ve fantasized about it is the perfect man. “Ransom!”
“I know, just let go. Come on two cocks,” his hips drive up into you, and you collapse on his chest. Incoherently saying his name. “Come,” he whispers into your ears, and rockets go off in your body. Shooting endorphins and pleasure to every nerve ending as your body seizes up. This is it, the true escape of the world, and absolute bliss.
“She’s. So. Fucking. Tight,” Andy grunts, thrusting into you so hard your body lurches forward. “So. Fucking. Good. Ugh!” Growling behind you as his movements become irregular. “Right. There!” It’s like everybody’s body is synchronized. Your walls flutter around their cocks, and they each shoot warm ropes of thick cum into your body, and you’re buzzing. A high like no other.
Long weeks are meant for going dumb, and what better way to escape than this. Andy pants behind you, while Ransom’s fingers softly caress your body. His lips ghost over your skin, and you feel yourself start to drift. Feeling so comfortable and exhausted from the week.
“I thought I was supposed to come in,” you relax on top of Ransom’s body, soaking up the afterglow of his release. He feels so warm inside of you. His cum right where it belongs. He wasn’t ever going to waste a drop again.
“Shh,” Ransom says softly as Andy pulls out of your body.
“No, you said if I set up the cameras, that I could fuck her mouth,” Andy rolls his eyes, grabbing a camera off the tripod and points it at your used holes. “Oh, yeah, don’t forget the money shot. But you wanted all her holes to be dripping in cum. It was a gift before you propos…”
“Jake! Shut up!” Jake Jensen mumbles something under his breath. You nuzzle into Ransom more before you drift off to sleep. You’ve never felt more satisfied. “Yes, next time I’ll make sure she’s airtight, but we got to ease her into it. And besides…”
“We know, Drysdale,” Andy hands Jake the camera before going to his clothes, “You’re marrying the girl, but she is okay with being used from time to time. Did you even know she was interested in Jake before her journal?”
“Nope. Why would she be into him?”
“I’m right here, and I am lovable!”
“Alright, go on. Next time I’ll| make her watch herself being used first. Maybe over some sweet buns,” Ransom gives a little chuckle to Andy. “There there, sweetheart, these men are going to leave, and I’m going to give us a bath. The rest of the weekend is about you. You’ve had such a hard night.”
Breeding Kink Steve/Bucky eventho you already have a couple of kids 🫣
hi baby! I'm so sorry for taking so long, I hope you like what I wrote.
summary - breeding kink gone wild, your husbands take it to the next level by forever wanting you to carry their child.
warning - smut, breeding kink, sorta dubcon but not really, mentions of pregnancy, creampie, threesome.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
“C’mon, Doll. Let us pump you full, want you to have our babies.” Bucky groans in your ear, pressed against your back where you can feel his bulge. You whine, letting out a breathy whimper as Steve grips your hips, pressing soft kisses to your neck, occasionally marking it as well.
“What do you say, Sweetheart? Wanna be full of our cum?”
You squirm, vision becoming hazy as lust clouds your mind. “B–but, we already have two…” Your head falls back, moaning loudly as their cocks slide inside of you without much warning. You didn’t even see them take their cocks out. Your cunt clenches around them, arousal dripping down their thick members, making it easier for them to thrust into you.
“Doesn’t matter, Doll. We wanna breed you forever and watch you grow with our child.” Bucky thrusts in and out, hands sliding up your body until they grasp your breasts. His moans so close to your ear that it causes tingles to spread throughout your body, your cunt clenching around your men.
Steve groans, biting down on his bottom lip hard as he looks down at you with dark eyes. Your own cloudy ones connect with his, lips parting as you feel them pulse inside of you, gripping them tightly when they hit your sweet spot. Steve’s eyes roll to the back of his head and groans slip past his lips as he pounds into you hard and fast, feeling your little cunt clench around him from his brutal thrusts.
They continue to have their way with you, fucking you so hard that you see stars. Your juices squirt out of you, causing their cocks to twitch and pump you full of their cum once again. Filling you with large amounts that will likely be the cause of your next pregnancy. Steve and Bucky take turns kissing your lips before cleaning you up. They lay you down on your large bed and grin as they caress your stomach, waiting for the moment you pop this one out for them to start all over again.
Being friends with benefits definitely has its perks, especially when the friend in question is as hot as Bucky Barnes - but when you're feeling insecure about the arrangement, Bucky makes it clear to you that you're more than just a friend.
Content Warning: FWB!Bucky x Fem!Reader, mature themes, angst, insecure!reader, mention of reader's unhappy childhood + neglectful parents, hurt/comfort, soft!bucky.
a/n: self indulgent, fluffy cocky bastard bucky to make myself feel better, but i thought you guys might enjoy it too <3 also didn't think i'd be a non-beard girl but the gifs from fresh have me FERAL
You aren't sure how he does it. How he manages to own the room without having to say much at all. He just walks in, two hours late, flashes his brilliant smile, and has everyone in the palm of his hand. It must feel powerful, being in his position. It makes you wonder why he settles for you when he could have any of them.
Stop. Insecurity isn't a cute look.
"And then what happened?" Sharon asks with a gasp, resting her hand on his arm. She's acting a little more drunk than she actually is so that she can get away with being touchy. He doesn't seem to mind.
"What do you think happened?" Bucky replies with that charming smirk. "I told him to go fuck himself."
"Oh, Bucky!" Sharon and the others burst into giggles. "You're too much!"
You mind.
"I don't know if it'll go any further," Laura says with a shrug from her seat next to you. "I mean, Clint's nice and all, but I'm not sure if I feel that spark yet."
"Yet!" Natasha repeats pointedly, squeezing her knee. "You have to give him a proper chance, Laura. He might end up being the love of your life!" The engagement ring on her finger glistens as light from one of the wall sconces bounces off of it.
Out of everyone in this friendship group, you're closest to Natasha and Laura, but you can't help but feel distanced from them during relationship talk. They're the kind of women who get asked on romantic dates and get given flowers and get proposed to, while you're not. You're the kind of woman who guys want to sleep with and keep in their roster for when they're bored late at night. At least, that's what you are to Bucky.
He could have any one of the women here tonight, but he probably knows that they'd be a lot more maintenance than you. You sleep with him without asking for more, and so maybe it's your fault that he doesn't give you anything more. Or maybe he just doesn't want to - after all, that is Natasha and Laura's dating mantra: if he wanted to, he would.
"How about you, muffin?" Natasha's question is directed at you. "Any new leads?"
You shake your head. "Haven't had much time for the apps, to be honest," You say truthfully.
"Just the same old Bucky, then," Laura says teasingly, causing you to roll your eyes.
"We've hooked up, like, two times," You claim. Closer to two hundred. You're not sure why you want to keep the truth under wraps. It isn't like Natasha and Laura would judge you for sleeping with him every week - especially if they knew it was an exclusive agreement - but something about admitting that the closest thing to a relationship you have is a guy who comes around every Tuesday and Saturday to fuck you while your friends are getting engaged and being taken on romantic dates doesn't feel like something you want to do.
"He's probably the hottest guy we know," Laura says as she looks over at him. "If I were you, I'd bag him ASAP."
"Shame about the personality," Natasha grumbles. "If he was nicer, I'd be all for it, but you deserve a sweetheart. I know you're a hopeless romantic at heart."
"Yeah, right," Laura scoffs. "Muffin and romance do not go together."
The difference between your two best friends is that Laura sees you the way you want to be seen, and Natasha sees who you really are. You don't know which one you appreciate more.
Steve's monthly get-together is a good chance for you to catch up with all your friends. Everyone's busy with their jobs and relationships, but the last Friday of every month is reserved for this. Most of these people you don't see outside of these events, but it makes you feel like a social person to be able to say you know enough people to warrant a house party. It's a low-key affair; a sports game nobody really cares about plays on the wide-screen and pizza and snacks cover the coffee table, while everyone engages in conversations and the odd dance now and then.
Everyone brings a bottle and dresses casually, and there's usually a point when Bucky steals you away so you can fool around in one of the empty rooms. In fact, the first time you kissed him was at one of these parties, six months ago. You had just been on the worst date in your life, and Bucky was saying all the right things, and one thing led to another. The night ended with him sleeping over at your place.
"You need to make time for it," Natasha tells you sternly. "Now's the time to slut it up before someone locks you down."
"I agree," Laura chimes in. "Dating is so much fun. As much as I'm not sure about Clint, it is exciting getting to know him."
You sigh inwardly but give them a smile and a nod, hoping they'll drop it. Dating is most certainly not fun for you, and while you're still satisfied with Bucky, you'll keep things the way they are.
"No, Bucky!" Sharon whines from across the room. "I was just getting into that story!"
"Nature calls," He replies smugly as he walks towards the door.
Once he's gone, you stand up and make your way to the kitchen where you make yourself a vodka cranberry. A few minutes later, Bucky walks in, stopping in his tracks when he sees you.
"Woah, are you lost?" He asks, walking over to you with a frown. "The beauty convention's actually a few blocks away."
You roll your eyes at his cheesy line but smile nonetheless, taking a sip of your drink to hide it. "Beauty convention. You're such a dork," You mutter, leaning back against the cabinets.
"How you doing, baby?" He asks as he places his hands on your hips. When he glances down at your drink, you bring the glass up to his lips and he takes a sip.
"Good," You reply simply. "How about you?"
"Good," He echoes, looking you up and down before giving you a confused look. "By the way, do you know what's going on with Sharon? Why does she suddenly wanna fuck me?"
Snorting at his question, you shrug. "Suddenly? Hasn't she always wanted to fuck you?" You wonder.
"No, not this bad," Bucky counters. "She won't stop touching me. Do you think it's my new aftershave?"
You lean forward and sniff his neck, raising a brow. "It's nice, but I prefer what you usually wear," You tell him before narrowing your eyes. "Why are you complaining about a beautiful woman chasing after you?"
"I'm not complaining," He claims. "Simply observing."
"Don't you wanna fuck her?" You ask him curiously.
He almost looks offended at the question, but he quickly returns to his smug demeanor. "That's what I have you for," He says with a wink before leaning in. You move back, paranoid that someone will walk in, and now he looks really offended. "What? I can't kiss you?" Bucky asks with narrowed eyes before he leans in again. This time, you don't move away and instead, you kiss him back.
Kissing Bucky is fun. Usually, you'd be thrown off by the amount of tongue, but something about it being him makes you weirdly okay with it.
"What's your plan tonight?" He asks with a mumble against your lips. "You drive here?"
You shake your head, resting your hands against his broad chest. "I came with Tasha," You inform him. You know better than to bring your car because Bucky always brings his, and when you have the same destination at the end of the night, why take two cars?
"I'll drive you home," He says, as though he has to say it.
Before he can kiss you again, the muted sound of the main room's door opening tells you that someone's on their way to the kitchen. You pull away from Bucky and he wraps his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close. The door swings open and Sharon walks in, taken aback when she sees the two of you but quickly recovering and making her way to the fridge where she grabs a beer.
"He-ey," She sings casually. "So, this is where the cool kids party, huh?"
"Exactly right," Bucky replies, bumping your hip with his.
You shoot him a wink before pulling out of his arm and walking towards the door. "I'll see you back at the losers' party," You call out to them before leaving the kitchen.
Sharon's demeanor visibly changes once you're gone. With a small smile, she closes the fridge door and walks over to Bucky. "Enjoying your night?" She asks him, tilting her head.
Bucky nods, feeling slightly uncomfortable that she's flirting with him when you aren't there to get jealous. So what's the point?
"I didn't get a chance to tell you this, but you look really good," She goes on to say, stretching her fingers around his bicep and squeezing it. "How often do you work out?"
"Uh, most mornings," He tells her in a flat tone. "It's all about consistency."
"I wish I had your motivation," Sharon swoons, before gasping. "Which gym do you go to? I need to come with you; you could really put me to work!"
After bullshitting his way through a conversation with her, Bucky and Sharon return to the main room, where you're dancing with Natasha and Steve.
"So, how's it going with Bucky?" Steve asks you lowly so Natasha doesn't hear. "You guys in love, yet?"
"Shut it, Rogers," You mutter, swaying to the jazz song playing softly in the background with your hands enclosed in his.
"You can't hide the truth from me," He says with a smirk. "I'm his best friend. He tells me everything. Everything."
Grimacing, you pull one of your hands out of his grip and hit his shoulder. "I won't hesitate to beat you up, Rog," You threaten him. "You may be an amateur boxer, but-"
"Amateur? I'll have you know I'm a semi-professional-"
"But I can hold my own against you," You finish boldly. "I know where a man's weak spot is."
He raises a brow at that. "We frown upon below-the-belt hits in this house," He tells you sternly, looking slightly concerned as he glances down at his crotch.
"I'm not talking about your balls," You correct him, before leaning in closer. "I'm talking about your neck." With that, you blow on his throat, making him instinctively giggle as he moves back.
His face drops and he does his best to give you an angry look. "You need boxing lessons if that's the best you've got," He says.
"I think I'd rather die than let you teach me anything," You tell him with a laugh.
"Are you offering boxing lessons?" Natasha cuts in with a hopeful look.
"Not to you," Steve quickly shuts her down. "Last time, you almost killed me!"
"I just need to hone my strength!" She whines. "It's not my fault my instinct is to kill a man who puts his hands on me - you can teach me to fight clean!"
"No, thank you," Steve grumbles just as Bucky joins you.
"Can I see your new ring?" He asks, peeling your hand away from Steve's and pretending to be awfully interested in your jewellery.
"I've had it for years," You remind him with a raised brow, while Steve just smirks to himself.
"Really? I've never noticed it," Bucky claims innocently, rubbing his fingertip over the aquamarine gem. He most definitely remembers it, and remembers the way the silver band feels when you stroke his cock. He just prefers it when he's holding your hand, not Steve. "It's very pretty. Matches my eyes."
"Want it?" You ask, pulling it off your finger before placing it on his pinky and pushing it down. "Suits you."
Natasha links her arm in yours, unable to see the clear tension between you and Bucky as she pulls you away. Sometimes it makes you wonder if she knows you at all - how is it that she doesn't notice the way you look at him, and that it's different from the way you look at anyone else? Doesn't she see that he's softer on you than the others? That you're the only one he's so touchy-feely with? He might be a flirt, but you're the only one he gropes - and you may slap his hand away, but you never tell him to stop. Why doesn't she see all of that?
Is it because it's all in your head? Is he like that with everyone behind your back? Is your selective memory stopping you from realizing that you aren't all that special to him?
"I need to pee," Natasha says as she whisks you out of the room and up the stairs.
It's something of a gathering in the bathroom - all the girls are in there already when you and Natasha arrive. She makes a beeline for the toilet while you lean against the wall, watching Maria redo her lips.
Laura bumps into you, visibly tipsy as she widens her eyes and lowers her voice. "I've cracked the code," She whispers to you while the girls chat amongst themselves. "I know why Sharon's all over Bucky."
"You've noticed that, too?" You ask her lowly, raising a brow.
She nods, resting her hand on the wall behind you and moving closer to you. "See, she may have found out about you and Bucky-"
"What?" You ask her, baffled. "How?"
"...I may have let it slip," She says with a wince. "It was at the engagement party; you and Bucky disappeared, and it was obvious what you were doing. She asked, and I couldn't help but confirm her suspicions!"
"Fuck's sake, Laura," You mutter, not too irritated as you knew the truth would out eventually.
"But she only thinks it was that one time," She assures you. "She doesn't know about the first time."
"Right," You say, surprised that Laura hasn't yet deduced that you've screwed Bucky a lot more than twice.
"Anyway - my theory," She says with an excited tone. "It's, like, psychology - women want men more when they know they're with someone else. It's linked to finding a mate back in the caveman times, or whatever. Knowing you fucked him makes him seem like a more desirable mate to her, which is why she's so into him all of a sudden."
Processing her words, you slowly nod. "Makes sense," You admit.
"Doesn't it?" She asks with a grin before being pulled away by one of the others.
"And then he sent a bunch of lilies to my office," Maria continues her story while applying some lip gloss. "He wrote the cutest little note."
"What did it say?" Yelena asks her with wide eyes.
Maria giggles, her cheeks flushing pink. "I'm not telling you word-for-word, but I'll just say he knows how to make a girl feel special," She says with a smile.
Special. When's the last time someone made you feel special - and not just because you gave them the best head they've ever had?
"I'm telling you, this thing with Kate is moving so much slower than I'm used to, but it's actually really nice," Yelena says as she moves to the side to allow Natasha to wash her hands in the sink. "I can literally feel myself falling in love - isn't that crazy?"
The girls all gush and coo at her words, and you're truly happy for her. You just wish you could relate to her. Maybe it's your own fault nobody bothers to romance you, but it would be nice for someone to sweep you off your feet with a surprise flower delivery.
"What about you?" Sharon suddenly asks you with an expectant look on her face. "How's your love life going?"
Everyone's attention suddenly falls on you and you feel like a deer in headlights. Stunned, you swallow thickly before speaking. "Uh, it's pretty... boring," You say. "Not much going on."
"Really? Why not?" Sharon pushes with a frown. "You're on dating apps, right?"
"Yeah," You confirm, praying that someone else takes the spotlight from you soon. "They haven't been very fruitful, though."
"Oh, of course," Sharon says with a small smile. "You're not really the long-term dating kind, are you? In fact, I can't remember the last time you introduced us to a guy."
"Y/N is doing what she wants to do," Laura chimes in with a slight slur as she walks back over to you. "Not everyone wants flowers, Sharon."
You know she's only trying to help, but her words sting. Who said you don't want flowers?
"I guess," Sharon mumbles, a smug look on her face. "Just be careful. You aren't getting any younger. You don't wanna be the girl that a guy just settles for 'cause he's in a rush to get married-"
"Sharon, shut the fuck up," Natasha cuts her off with a glare. "I'm the only one engaged here, so I have the authority to say that nobody here needs to be in a rush to get married. It isn't 1950."
"Oh, my gosh - I didn't mean to be offensive," Sharon says quickly, concern in her features. "I just want everyone to be happy and in love!"
"Happy and in love don't always correlate," Laura points out. "Leave Y/N alone."
Sharon rolls her eyes and sighs before walking past you. "Calm down," She says to Laura flatly before looking at you. "So, I guess you don't mind that Bucky's taking me out for dinner tomorrow?"
It feels like a slap on the face at this point but you do well to keep calm and collected on the outside.
"Why would Y/N mind?" Maria asks with a frown. "And since when are you and Bucky a thing?"
Sharon shrugs, trying hard to keep the smile on her face small and dignified no matter how much she wants to laugh in your face. "We've been talking," She says with a shrug. "He's cute."
"Bucky's always been cute," Yelena points out, while Natasha and Laura frown at you. "It's the arrogant asshole part we're surprised you'd put up with."
"He's nice to me. Anyway, it's nothing serious," Sharon assures everyone. "Just a dinner between friends."
"We all know what that means," Maria says with a smirk.
Having heard enough, you head out of the bathroom, mumbling something about needing another drink. Sharon isn't getting to you - you won't let her get to you. Even if she isn't lying, so what if Bucky's taking her out to dinner? They've been friends for just as long as you have; it's not at all odd for them to go for dinner. You've been out for dinner with male friends before. But never Bucky.
As you walk towards the stairs, you hear some chatter in one of the bedrooms. You walk in to see Scott, Hope, Tony, and Pepper sitting on the bed, looking at something on Hope's phone. Grateful for the distraction, you wander over and join them, lying down horizontally at the end of the bed.
"Watch him fall over at the end," Hope says to them, squeezing your leg in a quick greeting before looking back at her screen.
There's a short silence before they all burst into laughter, and you smile softly to yourself as Scott's face gradually starts to resemble a tomato. You watch them interact for a little while, quickly remembering they're each in happy relationships when Tony presses a gentle kiss to Pepper's face, and Hope assures Scott she still loves him even when he falls off his skateboard.
You turn around, facing away from them. You feel like an outsider, and that feeling doesn't disappear even when some of the others start pooling into the room.
"You better not be having an orgy without me in my own home," Steve says warningly as he sits behind you. You're not sure who else has come in as you're facing the wardrobe, spiralling in your emotions, but you can hear Sharon laughing which does little to cheer you up.
What's wrong with you? You're content with your life. Are you really gonna let that frumpy bitch Sharon make you feel like shit? That was mean. She's not a frumpy bitch. Just a little sly.
You can't help but imagine her dinner with Bucky. What if he realizes she's more interesting than you? What if they have tons in common and really hit it off? What if he calls you afterwards to tell you he doesn't want you anymore and he's all about Sharon fucking Carter now?
And if he is into her, why did she get asked to dinner? All you get is sex, but she deserves to be wined and dined? What does she have that you don't? Why put more effort into her?
Wiping away the tears in your eyes before they have a chance to fall, you sniffle, glad that the others are having a loud conversation that drowns out your pathetic heavy breaths. Get a grip.
At some point, Bucky walks into the room, curious as to where everyone is. Deep down, he really only wants to find you. He spots you lying at the edge of the bed, frowning when he sees you aren't taking part in the boisterous chat behind you. Sensing that something's wrong, he walks over and crouches down in front of you, taking you by surprise.
"Hey," He whispers, concern on his face when he sees you're clearly upset. "You okay?"
Even though you know he won't believe you, you nod, avoiding his eyes.
He stands back up and part of you thinks he's about to walk away, but instead, he scoops you up into his arms and walks you out of the room. Steve yells something you don't hear, but it makes the others cheer and chorus an oooooooh.
"What are you doing?" You mumble, not trusting your voice not to break if you were to speak any louder.
He takes you into another spare bedroom across the landing, kicking the door shut behind him before walking you over to the bed which he gently sits you down on. He sits next to you and pulls you closer until you're half on his lap. "Talk to me," He says lowly, his tone telling you that this isn't the time to be shy.
You take in a deep breath, deciding the best policy is, in fact, honesty. "Why didn't you ask me out?" You question him, looking down at the carpet while fiddling with a string on your skirt.
"What?" Bucky asks, his hand on your back.
Looking over, you finally meet his gaze. "Nothing," You retract.
"Don't do that," He says sternly. "What's going on? What's got you down?"
Feeling retrospective, you let out a sigh and look back to the ground. "I wasn't ever treated special," You begin, feeling horrifically vulnerable as you open up to him. "That wasn't my parents' fault. I had a lot of siblings; they couldn't afford to give any of us special treatment. But that affects you as an adult, you know? The way you grew up? I feel like now, I'm used to the bare minimum, and I don't ask for more because I'm not used to being given more. I put up with what I get, and I appreciate even just an iota of attention." Turning your head to face him, you look into his eyes. "Is- is that something you can sense? Can you see that in me? That I don't need special treatment? Is that why you didn't ask me out? Is that why... we only have sex?"
It takes Bucky a few moments to process your words, understandably so. You aren't used to dumping your childhood pain onto people, and you feel just as awkward as he probably does.
Instead of directly answering your question, Bucky decides it's his turn to be open.
"Do you remember when we first met?" He asks, to which you shake your head. "Me neither. Probably the first day of middle school, right?"
"Maybe," You reply. The fact that the day you met him isn't memorable doesn't exactly make you feel any better.
"I just remember you being there in my life suddenly," He says. "You were the funny girl who sat next to Steve in homeroom, and I remember being insanely jealous of him every fucking morning."
"Shut up," You utter. "You did not have a crush on me."
He chuckles, rubbing your back. "I did my best to ignore it. Girls had cooties, so I avoided you, but you were always my Marry option during Fuck, Marry, Kill," He admits.
"Really?" You ask with wide eyes. "Not Fuck?"
"Depended on my mood," He says with a smirk. "Most of the time, you were my Marry."
"Who was-"
"I'm not telling you," He cuts you off curtly.
"No, you have to," You say. "Please?"
He sighs, knowing you won't drop it. "Natasha," He admits flatly. "Until she started dating Sam, of course. I'm a respectful man."
"Who was it after they started dating?" You ask him curiously. Don't say Sharon. Don't say Sharon. Don't say Sharon.
"I don't remember, I think it changed every time," He answers truthfully.
"How often did you play that damn game?" You ask with a scoff.
"Anyway, once we hit puberty, we were always both seeing other people, but I always kept a little something for you," He tells you.
"Not during college," You point out.
"Are you kidding me?" Bucky asks you with a raised brow.
"Bucky, don't do this to me," You say, sitting up. "I was literally obsessed with you during college. I- just ask Tasha how many times I cried over you."
"You cried over me?" He sounds genuinely hurt at the news. "Why?"
"Because I wanted you so bad, but you never took the hint," You tell him. "I figured it was because you weren't interested."
"Oh, my God," He grumbles, rubbing his face.
"Are you telling me you've liked me this whole time?" You ask, utterly baffled by his revelation. "We - we wasted so many years."
"Hey, don't say that," Bucky says softly, wrapping his arm around you. "It happened the way it was supposed to. Maybe if we dated as teenagers, or during college, it wouldn't have lasted. We weren't ready for each other. We had to become our own people before we could come together. Cum together."
"To answer your question," He begins, squeezing your hip. "I didn't ask you out 'cause I didn't wanna ruin it. I figured you'd never take me seriously, given what a fucking asshole I am."
You snort, nudging his shoulder.
"You're not that much of an asshole," You assure him with a smile. "Not to me."
"Because I like you so much," He says, making your heart flutter. "That night you kissed me for the first time, I thought I was dreaming, so I just went with it. I was scared I'd ruin it if I tried locking you down; thought you'd laugh in my face at the thought of me having emotions. You seemed to enjoy our agreement, so I... kept on doing it. Kept on doing you."
A laugh leaves your mouth at his wording. "You mean to tell me, that all this time, you've been crushing on me?" You wonder. "You didn't even try to take me on a date."
"We've been on dates," He counters stubbornly. "What do you call our trip to the aquarium two weeks ago?"
"We were high and wanted to see the sharks," You whisper.
"How about all those times I cooked you dinner?" Bucky asks with a raised brow. "I literally cooked for you. I don't cook for anyone."
"We were hungry and bored of takeout," You say with a frown. "Those were... dates?"
"Oh, my God, you're such a fucking dumbass," He mutters, rubbing his temple.
You look at him with adoration, wondering how you didn't notice it before. You really are a dumbass.
"The next time you don't think you're special," Bucky starts, grabbing your cheeks in his big hand. "Think again, baby. You're my special girl. Y'know that?"
Your lips are pursed together due to his grip, and you feel your stomach flip. He leans forward and places a soft kiss on your pout.
"Nobody else means more to me," He goes on to say. "Nobody gets me like you. You're the only one who I care about impressing. All I ever think about is you - what you're doing when you aren't with me, what you're eating, wearing, dreaming about. If someone else is making you laugh. I'm so scared of losing you that I've convinced myself we're fragile. That if I try to get any closer than I am, you'll realize you don't want me. You'll turn around and apologize for leading me on, then realize you want Steve."
"Steve?" You repeat incredulously, shocked to hear the words come from his mouth. You've been drowning in your own insecurity for so long that you never stopped to think that Bucky might be under the same water as you.
"I don't know," He mumbles, pulling you closer. "I just think about you a lot. And my brain likes to taunt me with worst-case scenarios."
"Most of the time," He replies before shooting you a cheesy wink. "Right now, you're my Fuck."
"I get that," You whisper. Clutching his shirt, you move closer to him. "Am I still your Marry?"
You would laugh, but he kisses you before you get the chance. He pushes you down onto the bed and gets on top of you, using his knee to spread your legs and slotting himself between them.
"How could you ever think you weren't special to me, huh?" He grumbles, pinning your hands down with one hand and sticking his other hand up your skirt. "You're the only one I wanna see. The only one I think of. And I wanna be the only one that gets to touch you like this."
You suck in a sharp breath as he slips his hand between your legs.
"I don't make that obvious enough, huh?" Bucky wonders, disappointed with himself for allowing you to question what you mean to him. "Well, baby, that's gonna change." A small grin pulls at his lips and he tilts his head. "Don't want you holding back at all, alright? Want you to be as loud as you need to be to show me how good I'm about to make you feel. I want them all to know," He says, slowly grinding his hips against yours as his mouth brushes against your neck. "Want them all to know you're my special girl."
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Dating is most certainly not fun for you, and while you're still satisfied with Bucky, you'll keep things the way they are.
Dating is not fun with or without having Bucky to satisfy IMO lol
"So, how's it going with Bucky?" Steve asks you lowly so Natasha doesn't hear. "You guys in love, yet?"
Ahahaha Steve😅
Steve quickly shuts her down. "Last time, you almost killed me!" "I just need to hone my strength!" She whines. "It's not my fault my instinct is to kill a man who puts his hands on me - you can teach me to fight clean!"
Hahah this almost killed me of laughter😂
"Y/N is doing what she wants to do," Laura chimes in with a slight slur as she walks back over to you. "Not everyone wants flowers, Sharon." You know she's only trying to help, but her words sting. Who said you don't want flowers?
🥺🥺🥺
He chuckles, rubbing your back. "I did my best to ignore it. Girls had cooties, so I avoided you, but you were always my Marry option during Fuck, Marry, Kill," He admits.
That is one of the cutest things I've ever heard 🥺🥰
"How about all those times I cooked you dinner?" Bucky asks with a raised brow. "I literally cooked for you. I don't cook for anyone." "We were hungry and bored of takeout," You say with a frown. "Those were... dates?" "Oh, my God, you're such a fucking dumbass," He mutters, rubbing his temple.
This is so real lmao you have to literally spell it out for me hahah
