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Summary: Bucky still doesn't know what he is doing most of the time. He is trying to ajust to the 21st century with the help of his friends when his universe is turned upside down. Now he has to discover how to be a father while trying to find his place in the world.
Pairing: singledad!bucky x bestfriend!reader
Warnings: — each drabbles have their own warnings, but is mostly just fluff. all the chapters can also be read as one-shots.
A/N: English is not my first language so if you find some mistake please let me know.
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0 - 1 year
not alone: 8 months.
little hand: 0 months.
breathing: [new chapter friday]
Thank you for reading! please like/reblog and comment if you like this fic or send me ideas here.
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You’ve Always Been My Dream
An Andy Barber One Shot
(Best friend’s Dad)
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I promise that I genuinely mean it when I say that I’m going to update and finish all of my stories, but my brain never shuts up and I’m always coming up with new ideas, so now you all have this. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I hope you all enjoy it. Jacob’s best friend falling for his dad? My brain couldn’t just let this be a simple ‘porn with a plot’ type of deal. Nope, we’re about to have a whole fucking saga. Enjoy!
Word Count: 40,641
Warnings: Family drama, Age gap, Swearing, Drinking, Infidelity, Drinking, Arguing, Fluff, Angst, Mentions of gambling, SMUT (MINORS GET AWAY), Unprotected Sex (reader is on birth control, but it’s not mentioned), Daddy kink, hints of BDSM, Anxiety, Depression, Sexual assault (teacher makes a move without consent),…I’m sure I missed something, but I can’t think of it right now.
@fuckingbye​, thank you for my kick ass mood board! I love you so much! Also, looking forward to the next time I can tackle you with a hug and not let go.
Song(s) That Inspired This Story: How Do I Make You Want Me? (And Make It Last Eternally?)
Summary: You didn’t expect to be a staple in Jacob’s life, and with the way Laurie kept Andy on a leash, you NEVER expected to become a staple in Andy’s life. However, life has a way of turning things around and changing everything you thought you knew.
I do not give consent/permission for my stories/ works to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.
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“You never come over anymore,” Jacob scoffs as drives you home from a night out with him and Sarah.
“I just have a lot going on,” you defend, looking out the window as you fidget with your fingers.
“Did something happen? Did my mom do something?”
“What? No! Nothing! I really just am busy. I know I’m not in college like you and Sarah, but I still have a job.”
“No, I know that…you know what I mean, Y/N. You used to come over all the time-”
“I didn’t even start coming to your house till I was 17.”
“And from 17-22, you would come over all the time. Now, getting you to come over is like pulling teeth.”
“I just…I don’t want to get too comfortable with your family. We come from two different worlds and-”
“You know my parents love you.”
“It’s not that it’s just…it’s really easy to get caught up in the world of the Barbers, and I don’t want to do that. Your parents automatically include me in everything, spend money on me as if it’s not a big deal, and I just…I need to remember my place.”
“So you’re mad at my parents for having money?”
“Jacob, why are you giving me a hard time about this?”
“Because I miss hanging out with my best friend!”
“You can hangout with me anywhere!”
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MOONLIGHT
Sequel to Sunrise Sunset!!!
Summary: After months of being with her Orc husbands the cottage is finished. Not only that but she has a surprise for her two mates as well.
MINORS DNI!!!! SMUT 🔥🔥 Praise kink, tummy bulge, etc.
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THE MORNING SUN ROSE INTO THE SKY, the hues of orange and yellow began to fill the forest. As the sun rose, the sunbeams began to fall down onto the young woman as she laid down in the Dewey grass.
Y/N was held securely between her two mates, the light snores coming from both of them and contrasted with the small breaths from Y/N.
It was as if she had woken up from the morning after her wedding night. Feeling warm and secure as could hear the noises of the morning forest.
She tried not to wake her mates up as she got out of their grips and stretched out her bare form. It was another night of insatiable passion from her two mates and most nights ended with her being naked.
She tiptoed over to the river right next to their almost finished home that had been worked on for months. Both Steve and Bucky had told her that they were gonna make the perfect home for them and that's exactly what they promised.
Months of working and building and asking for her opinion on how she wanted the home. It was turning beautifully and she even started to garden so that they could have fresh berries and vegetables.
She couldn't even imagine how her life would of been if she had stayed in the kingdom. She did miss her family with all her heart but the love that she began to have for her mates only grew and grew.
Y/N grabbed soap from one of the bags they had, and dipped into the river to clean herself. The sweat from the night before and the dry seed that laid on her thighs washed away as she rubbed soap over her body.
She hummed softly and was in a world of her own that she didn't realize Steve had woken up. He came up behind her and held her waist causing her to squeal.
"Hush darling, don't want to wake up Bucky." Steve said and kissed her neck. "I love waking up every morning seeing you bare."
He began to nip at her neck and she felt overwhelmed and felt her knees buckle, a wave of nausea hit and she gripped Steve's arm. He could tell something was wrong and looked at her worryingly.
"Are you alright?" He asked and Y/N took a few deep breaths and she turned around to him and smiled.
"Must be me waking up so early." Y/N said, and kissed his cheek. "So what's your agenda today?"
"Well Bucky and I have to finish a few things with the village, and after that we have a meeting with council in a bit." Steve said and kissed her head. "I know Natasha said she wanted to spend time with you, Bruce is so excited for the baby."
Not only was Y/N happy in a blissful marriage but so was her hand maiden. She was six months pregnant and Bruce was ecstatic and so was the whole village.
The birth of a new baby orc was a very important ordeal and Natasha was never more happy. There were many feasts that celebrated the welcome of a new orc coming to the world, and was told that there would be a big ceremony for when the baby came.
"I'll see her in the village, I know Gamora wanted to spend time as well." Y/N said, another orc that she grew friends with.
"Alright." Steve said and smirked, he picked her up and she laughed. "In the meantime let's get you washed up."
Steve kissed her and Y/N touched his cheek and kissed back, moaning as she felt herself grow wet as he growled.
She giggled as he began to rub soap over her body and kissed her body. She leaned her body against his and moaned loudly as Steve decided to slide a finger between her folds, touching her clit and causing sparks to erupt.
"What a way to wake up." Bucky said and the two of them turned around as Bucky smirked, looking down at them.
"Do you want his cock princess?" Steve asked and Y/N whimpered and the orcs chuckled.
"Such a needy princess." Bucky said and came over and picked her up. She squealed and laughed. "Now let me eat my breakfast first."
Bucky sat her on a rock on the edge of the river and began to feast on her folds. She moaned loudly as her mate ate her out, his thick and large tongue ran over her folds and all she could do was moan and try to move but being held tightly by his arms.
"Now here's a real view." Steve said and came over and began to suck her tits. "Are you gonna cum on his tongue, princess?"
"Yes! God, yes!" She screamed and felt her wall clamp over his large tongue and began to shiver in pleasure. She tugged on Steve's hair as she bucked her hips, riding out her pleasure as Bucky drank every drop of her juices.
He hummed as he felt her cum dripping down his chin and took everything he could.
Bucky got up and stared at his mate as she felt dazed and drunk off of his cunnlingus. Steve kissed her forehead and Bucky stroked his cock and smirked at her.
"Now that your wet princess, lets stretch you again." Bucky said and swiftly plunged his cock into her aching and drenched hole.
She moaned loudly and it was music to their ears. She could hear the sound of the water moving as Bucky pounded into her relentlessly.
Steve messed and grabbed her tits with one hand and the other was stroking his cock, entranced as he watched.
"Maybe this time our seed will take, you'll be filled with our children and be treated like a queen." Steve said and Y/N clenched around Bucky and that seemed to make Bucky go deeper as he growled and suddenly picked her up.
Placing his forehead against her and pounded into her, she felt so content and close and felt safe as his arms were wrapped around her.
"I'm gonna cum again!" She screamed and Bucky growled again and kissed her fiercely. Feeling her clench and she could feel her walls milking his cock.
"Yes, Gods." Bucky cried out and pounded a couple more times until he let his cock plug her cunt and let his cum fill in her.
Steve came with a cry as he continued to pump his cock, letting the strips of come fall onto Y/N's tummy and legs.
She let out a shaky breath and could feel his cum on her thighs. She clenched again and Bucky chuckled.
"You are such a good girl, princess." Bucky said and Steve came forward and held Y/N as Bucky slowly slid out, Y/N whined from the emptiness.
"I'll let you relax darling, I'll have my time tonight." Steve said and kissed her damp forehead. She curled into his warm arms, and their hearts warmed at her affection.
"Now let's get you cleaned up." Bucky said and Steve sat down in the water, letting her float softly on the river.
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After finishing the wash in the river, Steve and Bucky walked Y/N to the village and went their separate ways.
Y/N went to her friends, while Steve and Bucky went to talk to the council and discuss issues within the clan.
Y/N didn't talk about it often, but she often asked if her father had done anything since she left with them. She wasn't a fool when her father would most likely try to find her.
She wondered what would happen if her father found her happy with her mates. Would he hate her? Would he kill them?
She tried not to think about it and all she was told was that her father would never dare to. Their home was far beyond the kingdom, and with the help of Okoye's and one of the other elders magic; Ramonda they were protected.
"So when are you due?" Y/N asked and as Natasha sat on the ground, placing her hand on her very large belly.
"In a few weeks." Natasha gushed and smiled happily. "Bruce is so ecstatic, we have a few names in mind but we want to wait til the baby is born."
"This pregnancy is different from ours isn't it?" Y/N asked and Natasha nodded.
Carrying an Orc child was different, it took a little less longer than a normal human baby, especially because the baby was a little larger.
It took only seven months for the orc baby to be born, and throughout that time Natasha also had said before that her sexual appetite and her food intake was very high.
She felt as if she was actually an orc, she told Y/N multiple times that she ate more than she needed. Y/N saw at a few feast how much Natasha could eat.
And to Y/N she understood, she didn't think of it as disgusting, a woman's body was changing and to make sure the baby was okay she listened to Okoye.
"It's true, when I was pregnant with my daughter Meredith, Peter felt like I was a different woman." Gamora added and Y/N huffed and continued to snack on the various berries as she felt self conscious.
Natasha and Gamora could see her solemn face and Natasha took her hand.
"What's wrong?" Natasha asked and Y/N tried not to cry.
"I've been married for months and I haven't been pregnant, Steve and Bucky have been trying, what if-" Y/N paused and looked at them worryingly. "What if I'm barren?"
"Nonsense." Gamora said and Y/N listened to the orc. "Sometimes it takes longer, that's why usually orcs try to find maidens for a mate, they are more fertile. For me it took years for Peter and I to have our daughter. if you want you can ask Okoye."
"Of course, Okoye could give you herbs or something to help." Natasha said and Y/N munched on the berries more and Natasha chuckled and grabbed the bowl of berries. "Let's put the berries away and go."
Y/N huffed and grabbed the bowl of berries.
"I can walk and eat." She grumbled and Gamora and Natasha laughed.
Y/N got up and when she did, the same feeling of dizziness came to her. She blinked a few times and took a breath.
"You okay?" Gamora asked worryingly and Y/N nodded.
"I got up too quickly." Y/N said and shook her head and smiled. "Let's go."
Natasha and Gamora said no more and led Y/N to Okoye and Y/N hoped that Okoye would lead her to answers. But ones that filled her with hope.
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When they reached the tent, Okoye was inside sitting on her soft bear rug and next to the warm fire. The only light in the tank was from the fire and the soft glow of the fireflies in a lantern. Okoye smiled to the women as they came to her and the smell of lavender filled their senses.
"Welcome." Okoye said and the woman nodded to her.
"I've come to talk to you, Okoye." Y/N bit her lip as she felt anxious. "It's urgent."
"Sit with me my child." Okoye said as Y/N entered the tent. "You may leave."
Natasha and Gamora nodded, they knew it was a private conversation. Y/N smiled at them and watched as they left the tent.
"Thank you for speaking with me." Y/N said and looked down at the ground.
"Why do you need to speak with me?" Okoye said and Y/N looked up at Okoye with teary eyes.
"I'm worried Okoye- I've been with my mates for- for almost seven months and I haven't been with child." Y/N explained and touched her stomach. "Natasha is and I'm worried that- that- that-"
"That you cannot have child?" Okoye asked and Y/N said nothing but nodded. "Give me your hand."
Y/N listened and took the orc's enormous hand and Okoye grabbed a dagger. Y/N winced as Okoye cut her hand and Y/N hissed and pulled her hand back.
"What are you doing?" Y/N asked as Okoye held the blade close and then grabbed Y/N's hand and placed it above the fire.
Y/N watched as the fire went from a fiery red to a dark purple and erupted in the tent. Y/N gasped as Okoye sat firmly, smiling as the flame came up.
"What- what does that-" Y/N rambled until Okoye laughed, cutting her off.
"My dear, you need not worry." Okoye said as she grabbed a cloth, placing a remedy on the cloth, and wrapped it around Y/N's wounded hand.
"I don't understand- what did that-" Y/N was cut off as Okoye put Y/N's cloth covered hand on her stomach.
"You are with child." Okoye said and Y/N's eyes widened. "Strong babies in your womb I can sense."
"I am." Y/N cried as the tears fell. Okoye laughed and Y/N went from crying to laughing happily and hugging Okoye's huge form. "Thank you."
"Thank Mother Earth my child, we bless two new babies to our clan." She said and Y/N got up and couldn't help smiling.
Y/N thanked Okoye once more and when she exited the tent, she hugged Gamora and Natasha happily.
Happy that her wish had come true, now all she needed to do was to tell her mates.
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It was much later and night had fallen. Y/N had told Gamora and Natasha as soon as she left the tent and cried for she didn't know how long.
Y/N waited to tell her mates, and wanted to wait until they came to their home by the river. When she went to the tent where the elders resided, Y/N was told that her mates weren't there.
Y/N grew worried but Peter; Gamora's mate told her not to worry and that Sam, a dear friend of her mates would take her home.
Peter said that her mates were running late, and that she would stay by the river with Sam guarding her.
It was unusual but she knew not to question her mates decisions.
So that's where she was, she walking down the path as Sam stayed beside her, talking with her.
"So, are you gonna find a mate, Sam?" Y/N asked and Sam laughed.
"You sound like Steve and Bucky." Sam said and Y/N smiled. "I'm just waiting for the right one."
"That's sweet." Y/N said and Sam nodded.
"When Bucky and Steve saw you and you gave yourself to them, all they talked about was how you were the right one for them." Sam said. "I just want that feeling too."
"And you deserve it." Y/N said and held her hand on her tummy. Thinking of how her life turned out with her mates, she didn't realize that she had arrived until Sam snapped her out of her trance.
"Here we are." Sam said and Y/N jolted and looked forward. She was expecting to see the blanket and lantern lit but it wasn't.
She looked forward and saw lights in the cottage her mates had built. She gasped as she could see lights lit up the front door and how it looked completely beautiful finished.
"I don't underst-" Y/N was cut off by Sam.
"They wanted to get it done as soon as possible, so some of helped with the last touches." Sam said. "I'll leave you with your mates."
Y/N cried as she walked toward the door, she could smell the strong smell of lavender in the air. She opened the door to find her mates in their living room/Kitchen.
Their living room had a beautiful bear rug in the middle and a fireplace that warmed the house. Y/N saw plants hung above the fireplace, and the windows had colorful stain glass, different hues of purple and greens.
"Oh my." Y/N said as she saw her mates with dinner and flowers that were surrounding their home.
"Welcome home, princess." Steve said and Y/N cried and came over to Steve and Bucky and hugged both of them.
"It's- it's so beautiful." Y/N said as she wiped her tears away.
"Here's the best part." Bucky said and opened a door to reveal their room.
The room was had a very large bed for the three of them, their house was big as it was to accommodate her orc husbands. She got into the bed and laid down in it. She had never felt such comfort, the bed was soft and warm.
She closed her eyes, feeling content and felt the bed dip on both sides, she opened her eyes and saw her mates looking at her.
"Do you like it?" Steve asked and looked at the blankets underneath them. "We asked Natasha if she could make quilts and she agreed to surprise you."
"I love it." Y/N said and kissed Steve and then Bucky. "It's perfect."
"We also had two other rooms, you could use it for yourself or use both for a nursery." Bucky said and touched her stomach. "I know we'll have a child soon."
"We know it's taking a while but these things take time." Steve said and growled, pulling her close. "Making the child is the best part."
Y/N teared up and smiled, grabbing both of her mates hand and placed them on her belly.
"Maybe it's sooner than you think." Y/N told them and they looked down at her confused. She gave them a second to process but still there confused face stood.
"I'm with child." Y/N told them and her eyes welded up with tears. "Okoye told me earlier today, we're going to be parents."
Their eyes widened at the realization and touched her gently as if she was made of glass and held her close.
"We're going to be fathers." Bucky said as held then both close and looked down at their mate with such adoration and pride. "Our princess."
Bucky leaned down and kissed her, his hand touching her stomach. She placed her hands on Bucky's face and kissed him back. Steve came from behind and kissed her neck.
"Well I know your already with child, but I'll still enjoy the fantasy of breeding you." Steve said and Y/N pulled away from Bucky and laughed.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Y/N told him, and turned to face Steve. "Breed me."
Both of the men growled and placed her down on the bed.
"You've just awoke the beast princess." Steve said and dragged her to the edge of the bed.
"Have I?" She taunted. "Whatever shall I do."
Steve grabbed the fabric of her dress up ripped it, her naked form revealed to them. Steve then grabbed her underwear from her and could see her slick shining. Steve smirked and pulled his cock out.
Y/N kissed Bucky as Steve began to tease her and slide his cock through her folds. Y/N whimpered at the feeling and bucked her hips up. Steve grabbed her hips, and in an instant plunged in.
Y/N parted from Bucky's lips to gasp out loud and both men felt as if they heard an angel. Steve began to pound into her slowly and she smiled as she leaned up to touch Steve's cheek.
Steve leaned into her touch and kissed her hand, Bucky came up from behind her and held her up and kissed her neck and sucked on her sweet spot.
"You look so good for us princess, such a good girl." Bucky said and Y/N nodded as Steve continued his torturous pace.
"I can't wait til your breast swell with milk." Steve said and touched her breast and she squeezed him tight at the thought.
Steve felt it and that drove him over the edge, he grabbed her hips and began to pound into her relentlessly.
"Yes! Oh god!" Y/N gasped and suddenly Steve flipped her on stomach and continued his pace. Y/N faced Bucky and he cupped her cheeks and kissed her.
Y/N pulled away and saw his cock begging for release, seeing the show Y/N and Steve put. Y/N put her hand on Bucky's chest to push him back, he understood and laid down and Y/N began to devour his cock.
Bucky hissed as her whimpers and moans added more pleasure as she tried to take his cock whole.
Steve felt close to release and knew she was close, he rubbed her clit and Y/N let go of Bucky's cock with a pop and screamed as she felt the wave of pleasure roll on to her.
"I can feel my cock right there in your womb baby, fuck." Steve groaned.
Bucky hearing her scream made him cum right there on the spot and his cum began to cover her tits and neck.
Once Steve saw Bucky and felt Y/N cum that was it for him and he slammed into one last time until he felt his cock convulse in her velvet walls and let out a strangled moan.
Y/N felt weak and Bucky grabbed her and placed her on his chest. He could feel Steve's seed leaking on his thighs as Y/N breathed softly, feeling tired.
"Let's clean you and then we go to bed." Bucky said and Y/N shook her head and held Bucky tighter.
"No, tomorrow." Y/N said and She felt the bed dip and Steve came over with a warm washcloth and she could smell a stew which caused her stomach to grumble.
Both orcs chuckled and Bucky handed Y/N over to Steve and Steve placed her on her back and began to clean her breasts and thighs.
Bucky grabbed the stew and began to feed to her slowly, both men pampered her and she felt so content at that moment.
Steve finished cleaning and placed the used cloth on the side table and put his large hands on her stomach and kissed her neck.
Bucky handed the stew to Steve and he put it next to the cloth and both orcs put Y/N in between them.
Y/N was so tired she felt asleep instantly and both men put their foreheads on her cheek.
"She's going to be an amazing mother." Steve said and Bucky nodded.
"We are going to be fathers, the clan will know in a couple days but for now we enjoy our new home." Bucky said and looked down at Y/N and snuggled into her.
"Let's rest." Steve said and got up from the bed.
Steve went over to the lanterns that lit the dim cottage. He blew them out and darkness filled the room and the moonlight was the only source of light.
Bucky grabbed Y/N and lifted her sleeping body as Steve grabbed the blankets from under them and Bucky put Y/N under the covers.
Steve and Bucky then got under the blankets and held their mate together.
"Goodnight punk." Bucky said and Steve let out a few laughs.
"Goodnight you jerk." Steve said and the two of them shut their eyes and the sound of their mates breathing lulled them both to sleep and the small rays of moonlight kept them safe.
FINALLY FINISHED THIS ONE!!!!! Hope you like it! Like, Reblog, comment if you like this and if you have any requests or ideas let me know! 💕💕
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How are Steve and his angels doing? 🥹
Method Acting 🎥 Epilogue
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A series of Julys.
a/n: yes, it's been exactly a year since the last part. but this is also set a year later... so maybe i delayed this on purpose? call that method acting.
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JULY 2022, NEW YORK
The red-eye you catch from LAX to JFK leaves somewhere from 10:20pm and 11pm and arrives between 4:00-5:30am. You've been making the trip every fourth Thursday for the past 11 months, so you can practically do it with your eyes closed - and most of the time, you do.
"We've landed," The old man sitting next to you mumbles into your ear, making your eyes shoot open as you're pulled from your nap.
Everyone rushes to unbuckle their belts and grab their overhead luggage, you included. Over the past year, you've become an expert at packing, and you can fit everything you need into your sage green gym bag, making the airport experience so much simpler. Row by row, the passengers exit the plane, until finally it's your turn to disembark.
Skipping past baggage collection, you leave the terminal and make your way to the Tim Hortons in between the gift shop and the deli, outside of which should be standing your two favorite people in the world. Bucky should be holding a hot chocolate and Steve should have a bag of Timbits as usual, but they're not there.
You glance inside to see whether they're still waiting on their order, but you don't see them. Guessing that they're running late, you continue walking through the airport, shooting them a text to let them know you've arrived and that you're going to Duty Free to grab some oversized chocolate bars.
While you browse through the selection of chocolate, you can't help but notice the distant sound of two incredibly familiar voices. Rounding the corner, you see your favorite people standing at the jewellery counter, in a heated discussion. Curious and amused, you make your way over to them.
"She'd want it to be simple," Steve insists.
"It's a tiny little thing; we can afford for it to be flashy!" Bucky counters.
"I've been dating her longer; I know what she likes," Steve retorts.
Bucky gasps before hitting his shoulder. "That's mean. I know her just as well as you, and I know she'll much prefer this one!"
You look down at the counter, still undetected by the two of them, and see that they're arguing over rings. A plethora of different rings sit before them, and they're clutching onto one each. The man behind the counter looks exhausted as he refuses to take part in the debate while the boys continue to bicker.
Picking up a ring, you tap Bucky's shoulder. "I think this one is the best. The diamond matches both your eyes," You say lightly.
He turns to you for a second, takes the ring and shows it to Steve. "I don't know, babe, what do you think?" He asks the blond, having not even registered the fact that you're there because of how intensely focused he is on choosing a ring.
Steve is just as preoccupied as him, neither of them commenting on your presence. "It's nice, but a blue diamond? Wouldn't she want something more traditional?"
"No, she'd just want something that reminds her of you for when she's far away and missing you guys," You chime in with a smile.
Finally, they both look back at you, eyes wide. The realization finally hits them and they wrap their arms around you, squeezing you tight. The three of you cry out about how much you missed each other but the words are muffled and drowned out, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're finally together again.
"I'm sorry we couldn't meet at you at the gate; Stevie wouldn't make his damn mind up," Bucky says, shooting him a glare.
"Me? Says Mr. Indecisive himself!" Steve shoots back.
"Both of you, shut up and just let me look at you," You order, cupping their cheeks in your hand as you make them look down at you. Taking in their pretty faces, you notice all the changes from last time. "You grew out your beard, Steve!"
"I told him he'd look good," Bucky says with a smirk. "And now we match."
"My bearded beauties," You coo, taking hold of their hands. "But what are you doing, getting a ring?"
They share a smile before looking back at you. "Today marks one year," Bucky reminds you. "We wanted to get you something special."
"And I guess that's gonna be this one," Steve says as he picks up the ring you chose. "You're sure?"
"It's perfect," You say. "Anything you guys gave me would've been perfect, you know that."
While the man behind the counter packs it up, you dig into your gym bag before pulling out two identical black boxes. The boys frown as you open them both up.
"I guess we have more in common than we thought, because I did the exact same," You say with a smile as you reveal the rings to them. "I was gonna wait til dinner tonight, but this still counts as our anniversary, no matter what time of day it is. Happy one year."
The boys look taken aback while you timidly place a ring on each of their fingers, the three of you huddled into a circle. Steve takes the ring you chose back from the man and gives Bucky a nod before slowly slipping it onto your finger, sending a shiver down your spine.
"I love you both so much," You whisper, afraid that if you speak any louder you'll burst into tears.
"I love you, dummy," Bucky whispers back. "And I love you, Stevie."
"And I love both my angels," Steve mumbles, rubbing your and Bucky's backs soothingly. "Nothing makes me feel as complete or as happy as when I'm with you two."
"Even when we're all exhausted, standing in Duty Free at 4am?" You ask him with a smile.
Steve grins back at you, nodding. "Even then, bunny," He promises.
You cling onto them both, still amazed at how peaceful their presence makes you feel. It doesn't matter what's going on at work or with your family; being with Steve and Bucky melts away your stress as you float in your bubble of love. No matter what, and forever.
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JULY 2023, THE ATLANTIC OCEAN
"Happy birthday, Mr. President... happy birthday to you."
You and Steve burst into gleeful cheers as Bucky finishes his performance, half humored and half turned-on.
"That was amazing, Jamie," You say through laughter, tightly gripping the almost-empty bottle of champagne in your hand.
"You mean Marilyn," Steve corrects you with a snort, snaking his arm around your waist.
Bucky jumps down from the white, leather seats and grins, dropping the empty beer he was using as a microphone. "I hope you enjoyed it, Stevie," He says teasingly, walking over to stroke Steve's cheek before leaning in and whispering, "Happy birthday, daddy."
"Thank you, puppy," Steve mumbles, softly kissing his lips. "I thoroughly enjoyed the performance."
Throwing your head back over the railing, you let your eyes flutter shut as the sound of the waves gently crashing against the yacht fill your ears. You can also hear Bucky's soft laughs, and Steve lowly grumbling all the, no doubt, naughty things he wants to do him.
"Oh, shit, the letter!"
Your eyes shoot open at Bucky's rushed words, and you immediately sit up with a gasp. "Go get it, Jamie!" You exclaim, feeling your heart race.
"What's the big deal?" Steve asks nonchalantly as he sits back, resting his hand on your thigh while Bucky rushes into the cabin. "I mean, it's just another one of their newsletters."
"Sam said this one's important for us to read together," You remind him, tracing your fingers on his bare chest. "Maybe they're moving back home soon?"
"I doubt it, bun," He grumbles, squeezing your leg. "They're having the time of their lives. Kayla's starting to sound like a local."
"Got it!" Bucky announces as he runs back out, standing in front of you while tearing open the envelope. He scans the letter for a few moments, his eyes widening. "Holy shit."
"What is it?" Steve asks.
"Read it out loud!" You order, kicking his leg.
"Shit, uh..." Bucky swallows thickly before clearing his throat. "James Barnes, Y/N Y/L/N, and Steven Rogers, you are all cordially invited to the wedding of Mikayla Osei to Sam Wils-"
"Oh, my God!" You all but scream as you jump to your feet, followed swiftly by Steve.
"Seriously?" He questions, snatching the letter off of Bucky and reading it for himself.
"They're getting married!" You cheer, clapping your hands together before asking, "When's the wedding?"
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JULY 2023, BONDI BEACH, SYDNEY
You lie on the sand, too drunk to care about it getting in your hair, staring up at the midnight sky. The stars twinkle, and you appreciate the rare view, noting that they shine brighter than the ones above America.
"I can't believe I just did that," Kayla says, her head touching yours as she lays in the same position. "I mean, I guess I always knew I'd end up married one day, but I didn't actually... like, actually believe it. And to Sam. God, I love him so much."
A grin makes it's way to your face and you can't help but laugh. "You know, it feels right for it to have ended like this. After all that drama, and romance, and how intense everything was... I'm so glad it's ended like this," You admit.
"It has not ended yet!" She corrects you, sitting up and lightly hitting your arm. "We still have so much life to live."
"I know, I know. It's the end of an era, though," You say, sitting up to lean back on your elbows as you look out to the ocean. "Everything's gonna change again. You and Sam are moving back to the States... I'm moving in with Bucky and Steve..."
"You are?" Kayla asks you excitedly. "But what about your job?"
"I spoke to Fury; there's a position opening up in the New York branch for me," You tell her through a wide smile. "Don't tell them yet, though. I'm gonna surprise them on Thursday, when we get back. I've asked Peter to move my stuff into their apartment while we've been here."
"That is so adorable!" She coos, wrapping her arms around you. "They're gonna die. You have to film their reaction!"
"I'll try," You promise with a laugh, before sighing. "It's weird, though. I'm kinda used to doing long distance. What if they realize they hate living with me?"
"Oh, please. Those boys are obsessed with you," She assures you. "Besides, the three of you are making strides in your careers, and you all work so hard. If you don't live with them, you'll hardly ever see them."
"True," You mumble, playing with the bouquet of lilies in your hands.
"Just think," Kayla begins with an excited glint in her eye. "All five of us, living in the same city-"
"The same block," You cut in.
"The same apartment building," She adds with a giggle. "It'll be like college again, except with a lot more money. And a lot less crazy bitches tryna steal your life."
"Oh, God, don't remind me about her," You grumble, a cold shiver running down your spine at the memories.
"That shit was fucking insane," She says, shaking her head. "You should write a book about it. Guaranteed bestseller."
You laugh heartily at her suggestion. "Can you imagine? She'd probably escape prison and hunt me down."
"I'm being serious, babe," She doubles down. "You should profit off of what she put you through. Compensation!"
Continuing to laugh, you shake your head. "You're crazy, Kay."
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JULY 2033, HOLLYWOOD
"Now, some people say too many cooks spoil the broth - was it difficult for the three of you to collaborate on this film?"
Bucky, Sam, and Steve share a look, each of them smiling. Steve is the first to shake his head, leaning forward. "Not at all. Not only have we been friends for over a decade, and working together on projects just as long, this story is also a part of each of our lives, so we all had something valuable and unique to bring to it," He answers confidently.
"That's right. Some viewers may not be aware of this, but Call Me Bibi is actually based on true events," Carla reiterates to the camera. "And, of course, so is Y/N Y/L/N's bestseller novel, Along Came a Bee. What was it like, sharing such a traumatic event with the world?"
"We never would've done this film if Y/N wasn't comfortable with it," Bucky says. "After all, she was hurt the most by what happened. It was a crazy thing we went through, and something that left us with scars, and a trailer full of trust issues, so being able to be in control of telling our story was therapeutic, in a way."
"Now, the real-life Bibi, Beryl Anderson, is currently still imprisoned for the murder of her younger sister. Did you visit her prior to making this movie?" Carla questions.
"Absolutely not," Sam says with a dry laugh. "It was something that crossed our minds at the start, but ultimately, we decided against it. Some bears are best left unpoked."
"That's understandable," Carla says, before clapping her hands together. "Well, gentleman, thank you so much for your time. Tell me, will we see any collaborative works from you in the future, or will you each return to solo work?"
The three of them look at each other before Steve replies, "We'll definitely work together again."
"I'm glad to hear that, and I'm sure the viewers are too; the film is just fantastic," Carla says with a smile. "Audiences globally are loving it; it's an instant classic. Are there any plans for a sequel?"
Bucky's the first to shake his head. "No sequel. We feel the story was told, and there's no need to revisit it or stretch it out any further," He tells her candidly.
"Well folks, there you have it," Carla says, turning to the camera. "Be sure to catch Call Me Bibi in theatres, while you still can."
Backstage, you await them with a wide smile.
"How was that?" Bucky asks you, wrapping an arm around your waist.
"You guys were great," You say as the four of you stand in a circle. "Was that the last one?"
"Yes, thank God," Sam replies with a sigh. "I hate press tours. Leave it for the actors."
"It feels surreal," Steve says as he rests his hand on your lower back. "To be standing here, all these years later. I never really think about how long it's been."
"I never would've thought it," You admit. "That we'd still be here, together."
"She really did a number on us, huh?" Bucky mumbles bitterly, shaking his head.
"And now look at us: promoting a movie about her," Sam says between laughs, shaking his head. "Damn. To think, it all started with a girl in our film class."
The four of you stand in silence for a few moments, processing Sam's words. Letting the memories flash across your minds, the nostalgia sending you shivers.
"Well, we made it through," Steve reminds you with a smile. "If anything, going through that only made our bond stronger."
"Unbreakable," You add. "Maybe we oughta thank her."
Another short silence passes before you all share a look, and burst into laughter.
"Nah," Bucky says through chuckles, shaking his head. "Fuck that bitch."
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the end.
a/n: this was way overdue and i apologize for that! i think the reason it's taken so long is because i didn't wanna say goodbye to my baby just yet. this series started almost two years ago and since then, it's been received so well. i internally struggled to decide just how to end this series, and i've written so many different things, but this is ultimately how i wanted to leave it - slightly open-ended, but still giving you an insight to how their lives progressed together.
thank you all for joining me on this journey, and i hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as i have writing it.
buy me a kofi <3
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angxlic-desire · 1 year
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Wildest Dreams
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Summary: After being torn apart in childhood, you transfer from one university to another across the country where you reunite with the alphas who swore you would be mates when you grew up
Pairing: alpha!Steve Rogers x omega!Reader x alpha!Bucky Barnes
Tropes: football players/tutor, childhood friends/mates, a/b/o
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angxlic-desire · 1 year
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What the actual fuck? Amazing writing. But what the actual fuck? 😯
♡︎𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥♡︎
pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x gn!reader, Steve Rodgers x gn!reader, stucky x reader, avengers x reader
summary: You were Bucky and Steve’s whole word but they couldn’t keep you from crashing down like the old times, while fading away in the battlefield that you singlehandedly owned in the platinum white icy snow forever their snow Angel. —advent calendar; day 4—
word count: 1.3k+
warning(s): blood, death in detail, angst, violence, Poly relationships, injuries In detail, no happy ending, peak of survivals guilt, reader has powers, tears, pet names, kisses, and language
A/n: —GIFs; @buckysbarnes & @lizzie-olsen— So I’ve been holding out on you guys, because I’m like the biggest angst writer ever and I haven’t written a lot of angst on here so.. preparing you guys for some heartbreaking 2023 content 🤭
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You stumbled away from the scene of dead hydra agents surrounding you the pain in you ribs becoming unbearable while the team celebrated their minimal damage victory
You’d had broken ribs plenty of times at least when you were younger and didn’t know the full potential of your powers but even then it didn’t feel like how it felt now in the moment
You clutched your side tight the pressure making you wince you didn’t need to bring your hand to your line of sight to know that a thick crimson would be staining your hands staring back at you
You clutched your side tight the pressure making you wince you didn’t need to bring your hand to your line of sight to know that a thick crimson would be staining your hands staring back at you
Your legs began to falter under your weight but you kept standing anyhow too stubborn to let yourself drop in surrender as you tried to control your breathing and focus on the wound at once to heal
Bucky was the first to notice your disappearance, how could he not you were the woman of the hour after all saving the teams asses like you always did even if you weren’t he would still notice.
Steve feeling a pull on his sleeve looked over to the brunette not expecting you to not to be by his side and couldn’t help but furrow his brows and the look on Bucky’s face just justified the fact
You could see your breath carry away in the cold winds your vision began to blur and sting with tears as result a current of waves pushed against your skin a little to hard and you knees having in a buckled as you tipped over like a tree landing flat on your back the sparkling snow acting as a pillow
You felt like you were taking a really long blink because by the time you opened your eyes again Bucky and Steve sat closely next to you your head propped up on Steve’s lap you were still in Finnland the cold dampness of your suit and the flurries on your eyelashes confirmed the fact
“Hey doll, y-you gotta keep your e-eyes open okay?” It was more a statement than a question while you felt the grip Bucky had on your hands tighten as he tried to ground himself choking back on sobs how couldn’t he not have noticed sooner?
“The team is going to be b-back with quinjet soon I p-promise” You looked up at Steve while he tried to smile at you but it was watery and broken the connection to his cheeks and over his nose was pink and light red half from being the cold weather conditions and the other half from crying
You had never been this bad before and you knew it too
“You know, I love you both so much—” You whispered taking the limited strength you had to free away from Bucky’s hold while he were quick to let you go putting your hands on both of there cold cheeks swiping your thumb under their jaw
“No, no, no you stop that right now. You c-can tell us later, when y-you’re better” Steve protested cutting you off he’d never raised his voice at you Bucky either and he regretted it instantly but… why were you acting as if this was goodbye?
“I love you I do I swear I do. I never loved anyone as hard as I did until you both came along saving my miserable, loveless, void of a life. I want you both to move on, don’t spend your lives wishing go get it just like you’ve always have. I knew what I was signing up for, and I marked that line gladly knowing it would be by your sides.”
There was no holding the tears back now both men were full blown sobbing silently on occasion a sob would escape one of their throats and it broke your heart a little more to the point where you could feel your own tears slide down your cheeks temporarily warming your face
“Please doll not now, not yet. There’s so much shit we haven’t done” Bucky’s wall’s crumbled down as he pressed his head in your sternum your hand falling from his jaw to move to his hair
“I know. But we will another time honey I swear” That’s all it took for Steve to go crashing just along Buck bending his torso so he could press his forehead against yours
“Marry us.” The blonde whispered and you could feel Bucky shake harder against your stomach before the weight of his head lifting from your torso and Steve’s forehead followed lifting from yours
The next thing you knew Bucky had a small black box in your sight of vision with a skinny golden ring two small diamonds on each side surrounding the largest diamond in the middle and if you weren’t crying before you definitely were now
In your peripheral you could see Steve holding his box with a shaky hand to go along with the ring was a golden band with flowers, roses to be exact indented along its sides
“You askin’ me to marry You Barnes, Rodgers?” Despite the pain in your torso you were smiling bright. Brighter than a kid on Christmas morning and the men couldn’t help but produce a watery smile as well
“Sure are.”
“Of course.”
“Yes.” As soon as the response slipped from your lips Steve was the first to grasp on to your hand slipping the band on your finger before gently handing it over to Bucky who did the same with the ring
You couldn’t help but wince at the fact that something so gorgeous and delicate was on your grimy hands but you smiled through the thought nonetheless
Your breath started to get caught in your throat as you coughed trying to clear you airway and it worked temporarily the only reason you were still this responsive was because of your abilities
“Doll you’re the best thing that’s happened to me doll, to us. I can’t believe you’d gave a tin man like me chance” You couldn’t help but giggle and it made the assassins heart flutter in his chest
“You’re the most amazing, beautiful, passionate women I’ve ever met and im so glad I’ve got to be, that I am apart of your life so here’s to my love, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen inside and out” Bucky’s chest hurt as the light in your eyes began to flicker dimming by the second
“You always believed in me when no one did, with or without the shield and I can never explain to you how much you made me the man I am. You’re the only reason I’m the man I am and that’s why it’s so incredible that someone so unforgettable thinks that I’m unforgettable too.” You’re slowing breath began to approach its stop and it seemed as time slowed
“Burry me I-in six inches of s-snow” You whispered
Steve and Bucky’s world crashed and crumbled at the same time your breath stopped. Why couldn’t it be one of them?
Steve sobbed and wailed over your corpse while your lifeless eyes stared back at him as for Bucky silent tears struck down his cheeks as choked on his own sobs almost as if he were punishing himself making himself feel what you did
The once pure white sparkly snow stained crimson with your blood as the two soldiers sobbed and mourned you died in ice cold snow it was almost something angelic about
You were their snow Angel forever and always.
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angxlic-desire · 1 year
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Actually love this series so much 🫶🏻
accidentally in love. (part five)
Summary: after bucky barnes gets injured during a mission, you end up moving in with the avengers where your life changes forever.
Pairing: Bucky x Female!Reader
Warnings: angst, humiliation, Natasha, explicit themes, 18+ (some things i cannot reveal due to plot issues)
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A/N: so here we have part five! halfway there, my dudes! now things are heating up for real! hopefully you'll like this one - don't hate me too much, ok?
A/N 2: reblogs and comments are always appreciated around here! your feedback is really valuable, so don't be shy! happy reading!
3 months ago
"You look gorgeous tonight, Y/N." The silver haired smiled at you.
You knew he was flirting with you but you tried to brush it off. You weren't really in the mood for any romantic endeavors. Especially not tonight.
It was the engagement party of Bucky and Natasha. That was enough for you to just mop around in the furthest corner of the room with a glass of champagne as you tried to swallow down your feelings with each gulp.
The happy couple had made an entrance. Bucky had an arm lazily wrapped around Natasha's waist as she leaned to his side. Both of them wearing their best smiles.
Sierra and Luke asked you what was going on with you tonight, but you just said you were tired and had a headache.
"How do you know my name?" You asked confused the speedster in front of you.
He shrugged smiling at you. "I heard your friends calling you." He nodded to where Luke and Sierra were standing, drinking and laughing. They both gave you a worried look but you just smiled at them, trying to reassure them you were ok.
"Oh." You said draining the fourth glass of champagne. You quickly grabbed another one from the salver the waiter was carrying around, offering people drinks. Of course, he didn't know you name, he just heard. Why would he know the name of a low rank agent?
"Don’t you think you drank a bit too much?" He cocked an eyebrow.
You rolled your eyes. "It's a celebration. We are supposed to drink." You took another sip from your drink.
He opened his mouth to speak, when you heard a female voice calling him.
"You better be going." You nodded towards the auburn haired girl who was waving at him to join them.
He sighed. "I'll see you around, Y/N." He smiled before he got lost in the crowd.
"Yeah." You let out a breath, finishing your drink.
The night was going to be a long one.
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"You look gorgeous, Y/N." Pietro said as he scanned you up and down.
You, Bucky and the Maximoff twins decided to go shopping for Tony's birthday party, after Wanda insisted that you should all look absolutely dazzling.
You were still staring in the mirror in front of you, pulling, fixing the fabric in every place. You always looked a little awkward in formal dresses.
"I think we found a winner," Wanda smirked and turned around to Bucky. "What do you think, Buck?"
Bucky was staring at you from the mirror. You had your back to him but you were looking at his reaction from the mirror. He looked dazed. His blue eyes were drinking your form and you almost squirmed in your place under his intense gaze. He didn't speak and you felt disappointed.
"Maybe I should-" you started saying as a way to save your embarrassed state.
"You look beautiful." Bucky cut you off. "You are beautiful, Y/N. You are always beautiful." Your eyes were on his as he was looking at you with a feeling you didn't want to let yourself believe was real.
"Then, it's settled. You're buying this." Wanda stated, smiling.
You smiled back. You tried to hide your nerves, your beating heart and the sadness that suddenly overtook you.
As you undressed back into the changing room, you let out a shaky breath. You ran a hand through your hair. You had to be strong. You had to control this. 
You had to. For your sake. And for Bucky’s.
And for everyone else involved.
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"All done." You said smiling as you fixed Bucky's tie around his neck.
"Thank you, Y/N." Bucky said as he took one last look in the mirror. He frowned a bit at the reflection.
"Is there anything wrong?" You furrowed your brows.
"I don't like these clothes that much." He touched the fabric of his shirt. "And my hair don't match the style." He ran a hand through them.
You chuckled. "That can be fixed." You said.
He turned around and looked at you confused.
"Sit down." You pointed to the edge of the bed.
You grabbed the brush and a hair tie and started working through his hair. You combed through them, getting rid of the knots as you heard Bucky sighing in content. You were glad he couldn't see you as you bit your lip to prevent your smile. You tied his hair into a ponytail, smoothing the hair that was flying out of the sides.
"Ready." You jumped up from the bed. "Now, if you excuse me, I need to change as well."
Bucky went to the mirror, whipping his head left and right, looking at the hairstyle you gave him. "I like it." He smiled.
And you smiled back.
There was a knock on the door and went to answer to find Steve all dressed up.
"Good evening, Y/N." Steve smiled at you, "Is Bucky ready?" He asked.
"Yup."
You called Bucky to the door.
"I want to go with Y/N." Bucky said to Steve.
"I'll be there in a little while. I need to change, Bucky. Wanda is coming to do my hair and makeup." You explained.
"I'll wait for you." He said stubbornly.
"Buck," Steve's eyes softened, "all the guys are waiting. We need to be with Tony. It's his birthday after all. We don't want to leave him alone with the guests. The girls will come later."
Bucky looked at you and you nodded softly. "Go, Bucky. I'll see you there."
"Fine." Bucky agreed.
But before he left, he leaned in and kissed you on the cheek, whispering, "Thank you for the hairstyle, doll."
When the door closed after they left, you were still trying to catch your breath.
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“Last time I wasn’t able to charm you enough, since my sister had the worst possible timing, but now, I think I’m given a chance.” Pietro smiled widely at you as he took a spin. You giggled at his reaction.
You arched an eyebrow, your flute of champagne in one hand. “Oh so that’s what you were trying to do... I had forgotten about this.”
Pietro stopped in front of you. “How could you forget about me?” He placed a hand on his heart, fake-hurt. “But then again, you did have a couple more glasses...” He trailed.
You snorted. “I wasn’t drunk. Just... happy.” 
Pietro cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure. You looked really happy." You rolled your eyes but didn't say anything; instead you took a sip of your champagne.
"Where's the soldier?" Pietro asked curiously. "He's usually your right hand man." He winked.
You scoffed. "He's with Steve. Steve insisted to show him around. Maybe this would trigger some of his memories back. The engagement, perhaps." You shrugged, looking around the crowd. You spotted them easily as their figures were hard to miss in a crowd.
Bucky was really handsome tonight, which of course didn't go unnoticed by you. You had actually helped him pick up the suit and tie.
Pietro followed your gaze and noticed the way you were looking almost nostalgic at Bucky.
"You know, I may not be the sharpest," Pietro spoke grabbing your attention, "but the way you look at him is exactly the way he looks at you all the time now."
You felt your heart stopping at his words. Your eyes fell to the glass of champagne in a desperate need to hide your blush.
"You don't have to feel embarrassed or anything." You shifted your eyes to him to find him smiling at you. "Just," he let out a breath, "I don't know if it's going to end well."
You chuckled dryly. "It's not gonna end, because nothing is going to start, Pietro." Pietro just looked at you, and you sighed. "This is just a temporary situation. As soon as Bucky remembers, I'll be out of the picture. I'll be the low rank agent I was and he'll be Sergeant Barnes who is engaged with Natasha Romanoff. Everything will go back to normal."
"Are you sure everything will go back to normal?" Pietro asked.
"Yes." You said. "Bucky may be living his amnesiac life, but I need to live in reality." You sighed and then smiled at him. "Do you mind grabbing another drink with me?"
"Oh," Pietro smirked, "so you're now trying to charm me?"
You shrugged. "Does it work?"
"Hell yes." He chuckled and grabbed your hand leading you to the bar.
You giggled at him, almost missing the look Bucky gave you two.
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"Agent." Your body almost froze when you heard that voice.
Pietro had left after being called by Wanda and you were half pleased not having someone picking up on your sorrow. All you wanted to do was make yourself invisible in the corner of the room, drinking until the night was over.
You turned around slowly.
"Sergeant." You said almost choking.
Bucky's face was serious at first, looking at you like he always did during missions. But then, his face broke into a smile.
"Y/N, are you having fun?" He asked so casually that your eyes almost widened at his tone.
You took a couple of seconds to recover and make sure that he was really there, in front of you, chatting you up.
"Yeah," you stuttered unsure, "yes."
"How come you're on your own? Or maybe you are here with someone?" His eyes trailed to where Pietro was standing with Wanda.
"No, I- I'm here with a couple of friends." You nodded towards where Sierra and Luke were at the bar, having another go at the drinks.
"Oh." He said.
There were a couple of seconds of silence, but you decided to break it off.
"Congratulations." You smiled lightly. Bucky looked confused for a second. "On your engagement. Congratulations. I wish you the best."
Bucky smiled but he looked far away somehow as his eyes were focused on the glass of his drink.
"Thank you, Y/N." He looked at you and you felt your breath being knocked out of your chest. "I-"
"Buck! Come here a second. We need you to clear some things up." Steve called him, a grin on his face as he was surrounded by Tony, Clint and Bruce.
Bucky sighed. "I better go." He smiled apologetically and you nodded. "Goodnight, Y/N." He lingered a bit more before joining the rest of them.
"Goodnight, Bucky." You whispered to yourself as you drained another glass of champagne.
****
"Y/N." You saw Bucky approaching you and stopped laughing at what Pietro had just said.
"Hey." You greeted him shyly.
"You look stunning." He smiled and you felt your cheeks heating up.
"Y/N, I'm just going to catch up with birthday boy - more like old man." Pietro grinned before giving you a quick peck on the cheek which raised a reaction from Bucky.
Pietro vanished which left you and Bucky alone.
"What's the deal with him?" Bucky asked immediately.
"Pietro?" You asked confused. "We're friends." You shrugged.
"It doesn't seem like that." He muttered as he took a sip from his whiskey.
"I don't understand-" you were cut off by the presence behind Bucky.
"Bucky." Natasha smirked as her attention was focused on him, completely ignoring you. She looked amazing in that dress and instinctively you tried to cover up yourself.
Bucky didn't answer just looked at you as you were looking down on your glass.
"Care to offer me a drink? Or maybe a dance? You used to love old school dancing." Natasha was now in between you and Bucky trying to catch his attention.
She reached out to him, offering her hand and you dared to lift your eyes as your gaze met Bucky's. You just nodded to him mouthing a 'go' but he didn't seem to budge. You mouthed 'please' and he just looked at Natasha as she took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
You gulped the rest of the drink now.
It was like you were transported back.
****
Natasha and Bucky moved swiftly on the dance floor. One hand looped around her waist while Natasha's was resting on his shoulder.
They looked happy.
They had everything you never had and you never would.
You were miserable.
"Penny for your thoughts?" You jumped at the voice.
"You scared her, Luke." Sierra giggled.
"Awww little Y/N was in her own world." Luke said with a fake baby voice.
"Asshole." You muttered under your breath, taking another sip from a new glass of champagne.
Luke quickly took it away from your hands before your lips touched the glass.
"Hey!" You whined as you tried to reach for the glass but Luke held it away from you. He was a lot taller than you and right now, you hated him for that.
"Don't torment her, Luke." Sierra chuckled. "She looks cute when she's drunk."
"I'm not drunk!" You turned around quickly to argue with her. A little dizzy, you pouted at her. OK, maybe you were quite... tipsy.
"You’re not?" Luke quirked a brow.
You huffed as you marched to the bar to get yourself a new drink. Luke was calling you but you tried to block him. You felt the room spin a bit, but you made it to the bar. You ordered a new drink and you were ready to turn around and go to where Luke and Sierra were standing when you collided with another person.
You gasped as you felt the drink spill all over the other person.
"I'm so sorry-" you started to apologize when your eyes lifted to look at the face of the person you just had drained your drink on.
Like the drink, you felt your blood drain from your body as you looked at those green eyes which were looking at you with pure anger.
"You better be." Natasha hissed.
You were dead.
****
“Fancy seeing you here.” Luke whispered in your ear as you watched Bucky and Natasha dancing. Natasha was smiling, even though you couldn’t tell if it was real or not, while Bucky kept looking over her shoulder, giving you a small, sad smile, as his feet moved perfectly in sync.
You were still staring them, the glass of champagne touching your cheek that was heating up by the minute. 
Luke sighed. “I see you still like to torture yourself in public events.” 
You scoffed turning around to look at him. “How come you’re here?” 
Luke chuckled at your reaction. “You know, just because you’re an elite now, doesn’t mean that us, simple and humble agents don’t get invited to fancy events.”
You quirked an eyebrow.
“Ok, Stark invited me as a ‘thank you’ for keeping my mouth shut.” Luke said and you smirked. “But I see nothing changed since the last time. You’re still looking at him with those puppy eyes and you’re still drinking.” He pointed to your drink, which he swiftly took away and drained it.
“Hey!” You objected but he only smirked at you.
“I don’t want a repeat of last time’s events.” He said seriously and you sighed. 
“Y/N.” Bucky said and you turned around to find him, scanning Luke up and down.
“Bucky.” You said. 
Luke just gave a nod to Bucky but he didn’t seem intimidated by his presence as he used to be when Bucky was his Sergeant.
““Y/N,” Bucky turned his focus at you, “would you mind dancing with me?” He held his hand open. You stared at it, then back at Luke and back at Bucky again.
“Um,” you stuttered, “sure.” You said finally which made Bucky smile.
You offered him his hand and he clasped it in his.
“That’s definitely not what had happened last time.” You heard Luke mumble before you were whisked away by Bucky.
****
You were dancing for God knows how long. Bucky’s smile was so bright that you couldn’t help but smile as well. You were so wrapped up in your little bubble that you forgot that this place was packed with people that didn’t know about Bucky’s accident and that they still thought about Bucky being engaged with Natasha.
A camera flashing brought you back to reality.
Of course, they were photographers. It was Tony Stark’s birthday party. 
This was not good. 
You slowly detached yourself from Bucky, your smile long gone.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Bucky asked concerned. 
You tried to speak, but you felt an arm snake around your shoulders.
“Oh there you are. Come on. Birthday boy is ready to cut the cake.” Sam grinned at the both of you.
You gave him a nervous smile, nodding as you followed him to where the rest of the team was gathered around Tony while everyone else was standing opposite them, along with the photographers, ready to capture the great Tony Stark turning a year older.
When you reached them, you were ready to walk to where Luke and the rest of the guests were, but Sam grabbed your hand.
You looked at him confused. 
“You’re joining us there.” Sam smiled and you tried to object but he guided you towards the rest of them along with Bucky.
You felt so awkward being next to the Avengers at such an event, seeing the flashing lights of the cameras as Luke winked at you. God, what people might think about you sneaking into the Avengers. Everyone would hate you. This was just temporary and when you returned back to where you were, people whom worked along, would turn their backs at you.
“Relax.” You heard Wanda’s voice as she looked at you. She was speaking inside your head. 
You let out a shaky breath, as Bucky’s hand found yours. You tensed at the touch and tried to yank your hand away so nobody would see, but thankfully, you were half-hidden behind Sam and Steve, so you let yourself relax.
The lights were low as everyone was singing ‘happy birthday’ to Tony which you found so endearing. His smile was so bright, like a little kid and you couldn’t help but smile yourself. When he blew the candles out, everyone clapped and each one from the Avengers hugged and kissed him. 
When it was you turn, after wishing him ‘happy birthday’, Tony whispered in your ear, “I have a surprise for you.” 
You broke the hug, looking at him confused but he only winked.
Tony took the microphone and started speaking. “Thank you, everyone for being here tonight and celebrating this special day with me.” He smiled. “I appreciate it a lot that you helped me show the world that another year has passed making me wiser, stronger and more handsome.” The crowd erupted in laughter. “But let me take this opportunity, to also thank every agent that has done the best they could, helping us save as many lives as possible.” People started clapping. “And talking about agents saving lives, I would like to make an announcement.” He paused and turned around to look at you. Your heart was thudding so fast, palms sweating and you wanted to scream and bolt out of here. “Y/N Y/L/N has been a valuable agent that through her hard work has helped not only gain valuable information to save lives, but has saved lives herself while risking hers.” You took a quick glimpse at the crowd of people who were now staring at you. “So, with great pleasure, I would like to officially welcome Y/N Y/L/N to the team.” 
Tony grinned at you as he motioned for you to come near him. Your feet were stuck to the ground, as you felt hands, pushing you gently next to Tony.
“Welcome to the team, Y/N!” Tony hugged you and you awkwardly tried to hug him back as you were in pure shock. 
When the microphone was put in your hands, all you wanted to do was throw it away and run. 
“Thank you for this opportunity. I’ll try to do my best.” You only said before quickly giving the microphone back to Tony.
“She’s shy.” Tony waved to the audience. 
You quickly moved back to where you were standing, avoiding eye contact with everyone but Natasha who was clenching her fist so hard, her knuckles turned white.
The party continued as Tony said to everyone and you quickly bolted away and made a beeline for the bar. You needed a drink. Or many. 
You took your first sip and almost spat it, when you saw Natasha standing in front of you, gripping a glass of champagne in her left hand. “Congratulations.” She said sharply. 
“Natasha, I-” you started to speak but she cut you off shoving you back into the isle of the bar. 
“You,” she hissed, “you took everything from me.” Her green eyes were bloodshot red. Her breath was fanning your face. “You are ruining my life.” And with that, you felt the cold liquid of her drink all over your dress.
She detached herself from you as she smirked down to where your dress was stained with champagne. You looked in pure shock at your drenched chest down to your lower tummy. 
Everyone was now looking at you and Natasha’s face completely changed. 
“Oh my God, Y/N.” She touched your arm, “I’m so sorry.”
“What happened?” Steve asked as they were now all surrounding you. 
“I tripped and I spilled my drink on Y/N. Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” She kept blubbering in fake distress. 
You looked at her in shock.
“Y/N.” Bucky reached you but you took a few steps away. You looked at everyone. The team, the crowd. Wanda gave you a sympathetic smile while Pietro looked Natasha in disdain. The photographers kept taking pictures and you were just standing there like a clown in a circus. 
The nightmare of last time was repeating itself.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered before leaving the room.
You had to get away from there.
As soon as you were out of sight, the tears started spilling.
****
“You’re the dumbest person that I have met.” Natasha barked at you. “You fucking ruined my dress. Who the fuck invited you, a nobody, in my party?” She kept raising her voice, attracting attention. 
“I didn’t mean to-” you whispered but she cut you off.
“You didn’t mean what?! To ruin my special day?!” Natasha yelled. 
“Natasha.” Bucky touched her arm in an attempt to calm her down. “People are looking.” He said calmly.
“She fucking ruined my dress with her drink.” Natasha accused you as you tried to swallow the lump that was forming in your throat. 
“I’m sure she didn’t mean to.” Bucky tried as he gave you a soft look that only made you feel worse somehow. 
Bucky tried to calm her down as she kept whining about the dress. You found your opportunity to slip away from the scene. You needed to be as far away as possible.
This public humiliation was enough to make you hate yourself for the rest of the year. 
The tears were streaming down your face when you reached the bathroom. You took a look at yourself in the mirror and almost cried harder. 
You had to leave this party. 
You quickly wiped your tears away with a tissue before exiting the room.
“Are you ok?” His voice made you stop in your tracks. 
You turned around to find Bucky, one hand in his pocket, looking handsome as ever. 
“I’m sorry about Natasha’s, I mean, Agent Romanoff’s dress. I’ll make sure to pay for any damage-” You were cut off as Bucky was now standing right in front of you. 
You were looking down at your shoes, but Bucky lifted your head with his fingertips. His touch was burning your skin. 
You were staring at each other and he wiped a few tears that had managed to slip from your eyes. 
“Natasha is being dramatic.” He muttered. “Don’t worry about that.” 
You were looking at him in surprise. His tone, his touch, his eyes, were enough to make you speechless. 
When his hand dropped from your face, you felt cold again. Reality hit you.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” He smiled as he walked down the corridor, disappearing.
That night was still haunting you.
****
“I knew that I’d find you here.” 
You quickly wiped away the tears. 
When you left the party, you immediately opted for the rooftop. You needed the fresh air and the noise from the city the roof top provided.
Pietro took a seat next to you. “Wanda is trying her best to keep Bucky from storming in here.” You shook your head chuckling. “You have no idea the scene he caused in there after you left.” You furrowed your brows and Pietro smirked at you. “Oh yeah, Natasha had to bolt out of there.” 
You sighed. “Is this how it’s going to be?” You asked as you lip quivered at the thought that you had to co-exist with a person that hated your guts. “Am I going to be constantly looking over my shoulder?” You rasped and Pietro looped his arm around your shoulder bringing you closer to him. You let a choked sob as you hid your face in his chest.
“You need to talk to her, Y/N. You need to stand your ground. This is not your fault. She’s acting so entitled for something she shouldn’t.” Pietro was rubbing your back soothingly. 
You lifted your head to look at him. “She is kinda right though. I mean, who in the world wouldn’t be jealous that her fiancé is always with another woman. She loves him.” Pietro sighed and you saw that he was holding back from saying something. “They were the golden couple and now because of me Bucky doesn’t even stand being around her for a couple of seconds.”
“Look, Y/N, not everyone is how they appear.” You frowned at that and Pietro run a hand through his hair. “Just set your boundaries. You don’t deserve to be treated like this.” 
You sniffled. “What should I do?”
“Talk to her. Who knows? Maybe she’ll finally understand.” Pietro said and you nodded. “Now,” he stood up offering you a hand, “come on, Bucky is like a wild animal in a cage.” 
You chuckled as he helped you up. 
Now, all you had to do was talk to Natasha.
****
You were walking to your room as Wanda had informed you that he was waiting for you there, when you passed by Natasha’s room. 
Maybe that was an opportunity. You’d just knock, see if she was there and talk to her. You couldn’t take another day with you tiptoeing around her. 
You stood there; ready to knock when you heard movement from the other side. 
Instinctively, you hid behind the wall. Maybe you weren’t ready to face her just yet. What if she was still angry? Well, of course she’d still be angry. It’s been a couple of hours only.
You heard the door opening and you tried to take a glimpse of her.
Then, you saw it. 
Natasha was standing there with another man kissing. His back was turned to you, but you could definitely recognize Natasha’s red hair. 
They broke the kiss and Natasha was smiling at him. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Natasha seemed... happy. You never saw her smile like that. At least not when you were around. 
They kissed one more time, before the guy started walking away, his back still facing you.
“Oh, wait!” Natasha called and the guy stopped in his tracks. 
The guy turned around and his whole tall form was clear as day.
You gasped as your eyes widened in shock.
****
You walked back to your room.
When you opened the door, Bucky was immediately on you, hugging you tight, asking if you were alright.
“I’m fine, Bucky. Don’t worry.” You smiled at him softly. 
“Are you sure? I don’t want anyone to hurt you, Y/N. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He mumbled as his face was buried in the crook of your neck. His body was covering yours and you inhaled deeply. 
You felt safe.
You felt like you belonged there. In his arms. You knew it wasn’t right to feel that way. That this was just temporary. But you were only human. And right there and then, all you could focus on was Bucky’s warmth and his heart beating. 
Bucky kept rubbing soothingly your back, the trails his fingertips were leaving almost burning your skin. You didn’t want this to stop. His breath was tickling your neck as his hair was touching the side of your face. Why was it so wrong when it felt so right?
You hated yourself for enjoying this. You hated Bucky for making you fall deeper in love with him when you knew that this would be over in an instant when his memories came back. You hated the bomb for ticking off and making Bucky losing his memory. You hated Tony for making you join the Avengers and you hated that you agreed to stay here, in the same room as Bucky, the guy you were madly in love with when he was engaged and in love with another woman. Right now, you hated everyone and everything that happened which led you to this.
You buried yourself in Bucky’s arms.
You screwed your eyes tightly, taking a breath to calm yourself. Bucky’s scent was the only thing engulfing you. He was all over you. In your mind, in your senses, in your arms and whatever you did, you just couldn’t break away.
When you finally changed into your pajamas, you laid next to Bucky who was stuck by your side. Your fingers were twirling a strand of his hair as he was peacefully sleeping with an arm wrapped around you. 
You looked at his face. How innocent he looked when he slept. You sighed as your mind replayed the scene you had just seen unfold in front of your eyes.
Natasha was with another guy. She slept with another guy.
She was cheating on Bucky with another man.
When you saw him turn around, your heart dropped to your stomach. 
That guy’s face was stuck in your head.
He was the guy that Natasha was cheating on Bucky who had no idea about anything that happened. Bucky who was in his own world, confused, didn’t know that his fiancé was cheating on him.
You almost wished you never saw that. That you never walked by Natasha’s door to talk to her.
You wished you never saw that guy’s face.
Because that guy - it was Luke.
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KKHGDDTOPOJHSWET STOP IM SO EXCITED 🧎🏻‍♀️
Riding Lessons  -  Three
Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader X Dbf!Steve
Summary: You and Wanda make plans to head to your family’s cabin for the weekend. The only problem? That’s the exact same weekend that your dad and his friends were planning to go out there. It’s fine, though, there’s plenty of room for all of you, right? What could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: Language, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut (oral (f/m receiving), face riding, fingering, hair-pulling, spanking, face fucking, degradation, rough stuff, breeding kink, slight voyeurism, name calling, little bit of cockwarming), Aftercare, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count: 5.5K
A/n: My first post since my little disappearance lol. I hope you guys like this and I’m hoping to actually start posting on a bit of a schedule, but I’ve always been a hot mess so we’ll see lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I love you all very much!
Part one  Part Two
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“Ah! There you are, perfect timing. I was just about to call you!” Your dad says with a smile as you and Wanda walk into the house.
“Yeah, we just finished yoga,” you explain, stopping at the front door as your dad and Bucky walk toward you and your friend.
You’re both drenched in sweat, hair matted and clothes sticking to your body after an intense hot yoga class.
“You gonna be okay here by yourself this weekend? Bucky, Steve and I are heading up to the cabin.”
You frown and shake your head, trying to avoid looking at Bucky because you know you won’t be able to play it cool if you meet his eyes.
“Wanda and I were supposed to go to the cabin this weekend, remember? I told you on Monday.”
Bucky watches as you and your father discuss this weekend, his eyes devouring your figure.
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OH MY GOSH ITS FINALLY POSTEDDDDDDDEE AFGHJOIYGB
The Fuckboy Committee
NINE: FULL SEX
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Still a virgin in your 20s, you're desperate for some experience - but there's not a single man in New York that you can trust. There are, however, two seasoned fuckboys who promise to guide you through the world of sex, with no strings attached.
A new development in your friendship with Thor pushes you to take the next step with your fuckboys.
Content Warning: Fuckboy!Steve x F!Reader x Fuckboy!Bucky, friends with benefits, mature themes, flirting, slight angst, alcohol consumption, fluff, smut (oral sex f receiving, fingering, penetrative sex, MMF threesome).
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Your thermos is filled with coffee, your hair is perfectly styled, and your outfit is incredibly cute. The spring in your step has been there since you woke up, and it doesn't go unnoticed by your roommate.
"Oh, shit," Wanda utters as she looks you up and down. "You are glowing."
"Do you think?" You ask her with a grin. "I have a big meeting at work - well, Mr. Stark has a big meeting at work. A lot of the executives are gonna be there, so I just put a little extra effort in."
Folding her arms across her chest, she raises a brow. "And this has nothing to do with the two fuckboys you'll coincidentally also be seeing at work today?" She wonders curiously.
Her query makes you frown as you let out a scoff. "What? No, absolutely not," You claim. "It has everything to do with Thor being there, though."
Wanda narrows her eyes and you can tell she doesn't believe you. "Are you sure?" She asks, watching as you pick up your bag from the couch. "Sex is intimate. I'd completely understand if you were catching feelings for one of them."
"It's not like that," You insist, slinging the bag onto your shoulder. "There's nothing romantic about it; they're like my tutors. It's just sex."
"Sex is never just sex!" She exclaims.
"Haven't you ever had sex with someone you don't like?" You ask her.
"Nope," Wanda reveals to your surprise. "I've only slept with people I had feelings for, or eventually went on to develop feelings for."
"Oh," You utter simply, before straightening your back. "Whatever. The boys and I haven't even had, like... full sex yet, so I feel nothing but friendship for them. A nice, platonic  sense of camaraderie."
"Full sex?" She repeats through laughter. "As opposed to what? Half sex?"
"Yes, half sex is foreplay, full sex is sex, I've said it and that's that," You decide firmly with a huff. "Now, I'm getting late for work. Also, everyone at the office is going out for drinks tonight, so I'm not sure when I'll be back."
"Or if you'll be back," Wanda corrects slyly. "A little tip: wine will get them horny without giving them whiskey dick."
"Whiskey dick?" You repeat with a frown.
"Yeah, you know; when they're too drunk to get a boner," She explains matter-of-factly. "If you wanna get some tonight, keep them away from the hard stuff."
Slowly, you back away from her and towards the door. "They were frat boys six months ago; drunk sex is their forte," You say, mostly trying to convince yourself.
"I'm just saying. I don't want you to be disappointed," She says as she walks closer to you. "And judging by that tight little skirt and expensive perfume you've got on, you want it to be tonight. Don't you?"
Lost for words, you stare at her open-mouthed.
"I can read your mind," She claims with a smirk. "I'll see you tomorrow, and I wanna hear all about your full sex."
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Thor decided to sit next to you for the first time today, and you've been reeling ever since. While the others drone on about financial reports and upcoming property auctions, you're watching him scribble something down onto a scrap piece of paper. He slides it over to you once he's done, making your stomach flip. You feel like a schoolgirl with a juvenile crush, but you don't care. He's drawn a picture of two stick people doing what looks to be sitting down and eating slices of cake. Amused, you add in a few small details, including some trees behind them. Thor then draws a bottle of champagne, so you draw in champagne flutes in each of the stick people's hands.
While the meeting goes on, the two of you continue with the drawing. Steve and Bucky give you cheeky looks but you ignore them, not wanting to fall off your game. Eventually, Thor picks the paper up to look at it with a smile. You frown, wondering what he's so happy about. Just then, Tony finally ends the meeting, and the others begin shuffling out of the room. Thor remains seated and so do you, pretending to be making some final notes just so you can get a few extra minutes with him.
"Well, here you go," Thor says, sliding the paper over to you. Looking over, you see he's labeled the stick people with each of your names. Confused, you frown at him, silently asking him to explain. "That's us on our first date," He mumbles, sending a shiver down your spine. "The one I'm taking you on next Saturday."
Utterly taken aback, you let out a breathy laugh. "Wha- seriously?" You ask, wondering whether you're dreaming as your heart races.
"Seriously," He repeats firmly. "Unless you have other plans?"
"No, definitely not," You assure him. "I- next Saturday is perfect."
He smiles widely, and you swear you see his eyes twinkle. "Great. I'll text you later to work out the details," Thor says, standing up. "I gotta go work on that report for Starkie - you're coming out for drinks later, yeah?"
"Yeah," You reply, standing up too while trying to play it cool.
"See you around, babe," He shoots with a wink, making your stomach flip.
"Bye," You whisper, wide-eyed as you watch him walk out, leaving you alone in the meeting room. 
While you're excited, you also know you're nowhere near experienced enough to hang out alone with him yet, which has solidified your decision.
You're having full sex tonight.
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Old Petey's is a dimly lit bar, where there are hardly any free seats and absolutely no free drinks.
"Everyone needs a tequila to start," Tony claims, two large platters of shots in his hands. "And remember - drinks are on me tonight, so don't hold back!"
"He's in a good mood," Steve mumbles into your ear, to which you grin.
"Him and Pepper made it official," You reveal, before nudging his ribs. "But you didn't hear that from me."
"My lips are sealed, twinkie," He promises with a wink, reaching out to grab two shots and handing one to you. "Salut."
It's an enjoyable start to the night, but you can't ignore your nerves. When you spot Bucky standing alone at the bar, you decide to approach him, hoping a talk with him will help you relax.
"Hey, stranger," You say, sidling up to him while he sips on whiskey. "Come here often?"
He smirks, turning his head towards you. "Hey, beautiful," He responds. "Approach strange men in bars often?"
"You're my first, actually," You admit with a soft laugh.
Biting his lip, he leans in closer. "Promise?" Bucky whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
Immediately, your heart races and you're suddenly very aware of your breathing. You both hate and love how easy it is for him to fluster you. "Bubby," You whine lowly, taking his whiskey glass and fiddling with it.
"What is it, pretty girl?" He mumbles, resting his hand on your ass. "You getting shy on me?"
"Suck my dick," You huff, lightly hitting his chest.
"You first," He retorts, leaning down to kiss your cheek.
"Tony's gonna be mad if sees us like this," You warn him, thankful that the bar is busy.
"He's already drunk, don't worry about him," Bucky assures you, pulling you closer. His hands roam your body, driving you crazy.
"I need to tell you something," You whisper, tapping his belt buckle. "It's top secret."
"Oh? Do tell," He says, intrigued.
You look around to make sure nobody from the office is within earshot before moving even closer to Bucky and lowering your lips to his ear. "I wanna have sex tonight," You reveal, suddenly becoming overwhelmed with nerves as the words leave your mouth.
His eyes light up instantly. Saying nothing, he takes a long sip of his drink, the silence driving you wild.
"Buuuuck," You draw out with frustration, squeezing his shoulder. "Say something. Agree. Disagree. Give me your consent."
A smirk grows on his lips and he glances around the bar before standing up off the stool, towering over you. "Give me a kiss," He mutters, placing his hands on your hips.
"We're in public," You remind him, unable to kill the smile on your face.
"Nobody's sober enough to notice us," Bucky murmurs before closing the gap between you, giving you a gentle kiss.
Unfortunately, though, he's wrong. There is one person with his watchful eyes on the two of you, observing with a clenched jaw as you and Bucky share quick, playful kisses. Bruce huffs, frustrated that Bucky decided to directly disobey him and pursue you. With no other choice, he approaches an attractive young woman with a fistful of cash.
"You can have all of this if you go flirt with that guy over there," Bruce utters into her ear, nodding towards Bucky.
The woman looks taken aback as she scoffs. "The one making out with his girlfriend?" She questions him with a raised brow.
"She's not his girlfriend. Wait until he's alone," Bruce instructs her, placing the cash in her hand. "That's $500. I'll double it after you've done the job."
She looks dubious of him, her eyes narrowing. "And all I have to do is flirt with him? What if he's not into me?"
He chuckles drly, shaking his head. "Trust me, you won't have that problem," Bruce assures her.
With a shrug, she closes her hand around the money and agrees, "Alright, dude."
You stay with Bucky for a few more minutes before you need to use the bathroom. When you get there, you see a few of the girls from the office touching up their makeup and gossiping between themselves.
"Hey, you," Charlene greets you, looking back at you in the mirror while applying some red lipstick. "Doing okay, babe?"
"I'm doing fantastic," You reply eagerly, walking over to stand next to her, leaning back against the sink.
"You and Barnes are looking awfully cosy out there," Niamh points out with a quirked brow. "Were our desperate warnings not enough to keep you away from him?"
"Bub- Bucky and I are just friends," You promise them with a laugh. "Same with Steve."
"That's what Sheila in Accounting said," Fariya's muffled voice comes through a cubicle door before it swings open to reveal her with a stern look on her face. "Then she shaved her head when Barnes told her he wasn't into her anymore."
"You guys have nothing to worry about. I will not be making any drastic hairstyle changes anytime soon," You vow. "In fact, I have a date next week with a man who isn't either of them."
The three of them burst into excited coos, and you feel your stomach flip at the reminder of your date with Thor. They prod you for details, but you refuse to give them any because you don't want to jinx it. Plus, if word got back to Thor that you were gushing about a date that hadn't even happened yet, it might make you seem immature in his eyes - so you keep quiet, but promise the girls you'll tell them how it goes.
When you leave the bathroom, your eyes immediately land on Bucky who's still sitting where you left him, only now, there's another girl with him. She's laughing at something he's saying and it's clear they're flirting, and for a split second, you feel ill. A sharp pain hits your stomach and you have the sudden urge to cry and make a drastic hairstyle change, but you quickly shake your head and realize what you're doing.
What's your problem? Stop being crazy. He's allowed to flirt with other girls. You do not have a problem with that, at all.
Thankfully, the nasty feelings go away and you can breathe again. That was weird. Looking around the bar, you spot Steve ordering a drink and make your way over to him. A small part of you is hoping Bucky sees the two of you together, and feels at least an inch of the jealousy you did - wait, what? Jealousy? You are not jealous. Get a grip.
Steve's arm around your waist pulls you out of your thoughts, and you look up at him with a slight jump. "Everything okay, twinkie?" He asks you with slight concern in his eyes.
Giving him a smile, you nod. "Everything is great now that you're here," You say teasingly.
He strokes your hip, smirking. "Is that right?"
Placing your hand on his chest, you pout. "Look what Bubby's doing," You whine immaturely.
"What's Bubby doing?" Steve asks while looking around the bar until his eyes land on Bucky.
"He's flirting with some other girl," You point out. "Right after I told him I wanna have sex tonight. How rude."
Steve almost does a double take, quickly spinning his head back down to you. "You wanna have sex tonight?" He asks lowly, to which you nod. "And we're still in this crappy bar?"
You nod again, and he scoffs. Without warning, he grabs your hand and leads you right over to Bucky. Steve grabs his shoulder and mutters something into his ear before dragging you out of the bar, making you laugh. "Steve, what are you doing?" You ask incredulously.
"We are going home, twinkie," He states curtly, taking you to his car.
"Right now?" You question him, feeling your stomach flip.
Steve looks over your shoulder at where Bucky is exiting the bar. With a smirk, Steve looks back down at you, kissing you after uttering, "Right now."
As the three of you get into his car, a combination of giggles and whispers and Bucky's wandering hands, Bruce stares out the window of the bar at you, glowering.
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"I've never done this before."
Bucky's words take you aback. "You- you've never had sex?" You ask him incredulously.
"I've never been someone else's first before," He corrects pointedly as he and Steve stand in front of where you're sitting on the bed.
"Me neither," Steve adds, looking slightly nervous.
With an eye roll, you let out a huff. "It's not a big deal, guys. And don't look so scared, you're freaking me out!" You exclaim. "You're supposed to be the professionals, here."
"Alright. You're right. Not a big deal. Tupac, no Biggie," Bucky mumbles, sounding anything but confident.
"So, who's fucking you first?" Steve asks bluntly.
Shrugging, you sit back on the bed, trying to remain calm when you're internally going haywire. "Well, Bucky's dick is smaller, so maybe he should go first?" You suggest. Steve immediately snorts, and Bucky looks offended, to which you sit up. "It's not a bad thing! It just means you'll hurt me less," You reason, only making Steve laugh again while Bucky purses his lips. Glaring at Steve, you fold your arms across your chest and say, "Fine. If you're gonna be like that, then Steven, you're fucking me first."
"No, no, no, I'll do it," Bucky interjects hurriedly.
"Nah," Steve counters with a smug smirk. "Twinkie said she wants my huge cock first."
"The difference isn't even that much!" You swear with frustration, before looking up at both of them and pouting. "It's not fair."
Bucky frowns, sitting down next to you and cupping your face in his big hand. "What's not fair, newbie?" He asks.
With heated cheeks, you look down. "I want you both," You mumble shyly.
"You can have us both," Steve assures you, sitting on the other side of you. "Can't she, Buck?"
"Of course you can, baby," Bucky adds before softly kissing your neck. "We're yours."
"Just lay back," Steve orders you lowly while unbuttoning his shirt. "Let us take care of you."
You do as he says, watching as the two of them strip down to their boxers. Biting your lip, you move back to rest against the pillows, squeezing your legs together with eager frustration. Bucky kneels onto the bed with a hunger in his eyes, looking you up and down. "I fuckin' love it when you wear tight dresses," He mumbles, running a hand through your hair before tugging on the ends, forcing your head back. "You wear this just for us today?"
Biting your lip, you shake your head. "You wish, Barnes," You reply lowly.
"Come on now, newbie," He chuckles, pulling down the zipper on your dress. "Admit it. You're a little tease, and you love driving us crazy at the office, huh?"
"You act all innocent to everyone else, but we know the real you," Steve chimes in smugly. "We know you're insatiable. Just like us."
Gradually, you feel yourself losing control to them as they help you out of your dress. Although you've been naked in front of them before, knowing what lies ahead makes it feel like it's the first time. Their touches are gentle and welcoming, and you realize in this moment just how grateful you are that it's Bucky and Steve you're losing your virginity to.
Bucky's hand slipping down your panties pulls you from your wholesome thoughts to the not-so-wholesome present, making you gasp. He's behind you with his chest to your back, slowly rubbing circles onto your clit.
"That feel good, twinkie?" Steve asks you as he stands to the side of the bed, watching. "Getting nice and wet for us?"
"Yes," You cry, throwing your head back as Bucky sinks one of his fingers into you. Steve opens the bedside table before taking out a box of condoms, spilling them out on top of the table. He grabs one and opens it with his teeth, keeping his eyes on you. Your heart races as he takes out his hard cock and rolls the condom onto it, and you can't help but let out a whimper at the sight.
"I think she's excited, Stevie," Bucky says teasingly, fucking you with his fingers slowly, scissoring them and curling them as he opens you up. "She's fucking soaked."
"Yeah, baby?" Steve asks you with a smirk, tilting his head. "You're gonna have to be patient. Show us what a good girl you are."
Your stomach flips at his words, and just as you feel your pleasure begin to build up, Bucky pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine, "Bubby, why?"
The two of them chuckle at how desperate you are, frustrating you further. All your frustration goes out the window, however, when Steve kneels onto the bed and grabs you by the ankles, forcing you onto your back. Bucky gets off the bed while Steve gets comfortable between your legs, kissing your inner thighs teasingly.
"Steve," You whisper, looking down at him as you buck your hips up. "Can't wait. Please."
His smirk widens just before he dives in, flicking his tongue against your pulsing clit. Your back arches as he licks and swirls his tongue around your pussy, letting out groans himself which send vibrations through your body. He keeps his eyes on you, and you can see the build up of lust pooling in them.
Bucky, too, puts a condom on before rejoining you on the bed. He presses kisses to your neck, waiting until you moan before sinking his teeth in, marking his territory. Usually, you'd ask him to be careful with leaving visible marks, but right now, you just don't care. Your eyes roll back as utter bliss takes over your body, and you squeeze Steve's head between your thighs. He can barely breathe, but he couldn't give a fuck - he'd happily die where he is. 
"I'm gonna cum," You cry, tugging on Steve's hair. "Fuck, keep going."
Determined to get you there, Steve brings his hand up to your cunt and slides two fingers into your entrance, sucking on your clit while fingering you. You clench around his digits, unable to hold back any longer before finally letting go.
"That's it, baby, cum for us," Bucky whispers into your ear, pawing at your tits as you moan loudly. Your legs shake and your head presses back into the pillow, while every inch of your skin tingles. Steve continues eating you out until you push his head back, unable to take any more. 
"Fuck," He groans as he pulls back, slowly crawling upwards. "You always taste so fuckin' good, twinkie."
Breathing heavily, you gradually come down from your high, but you know the night is far from over. Excitedly, you sit up, looking at both of them with a small smile. "Is it time, yet?" You ask them eagerly.
They share a look and Bucky nods, stroking your back. "If you're ready, then-"
"I am," You cut him off. "I am ready."
With a raised brow, Steve asks, "So, how are we doing this?"
You huff impatiently, having reached the end of your tether. "I don't care, someone do something," You beseech them.
Taking the initiative, Bucky scrambles down the bed and spreads your legs apart before nestling between them. You take in a deep breath, meeting his eyes. He offers you a warm smile, reaching out to cup your cheek. "Are you sure about this, newbie?"
"More sure than I've ever been of anything," You say truthfully. "I'll be fine. It's just a... really big, thick finger."
"Really big," Bucky emphasizes. "Some even say it's bigger than Steve's-"
"Nobody's saying that-"
"It's not about the length-"
"Guys!" You cut in, holding your hands up. "Can we just- can you just please fuck me, Barnes?"
Chuckling, he nods, taking hold of his cock and rubbing it against your folds. "Yes, ma'am," He replies, keeping his eyes on your face. 
You take Steve's hand in yours and squeeze it tight, sitting up to watch as Bucky brings his cock to your entrance. You're soaking wet, which helps him push into you, making your head fall back.
"Keep breathing, twinkie," Steve utters, using his free hand to stroke your hair. "You doing okay?"
Nodding, you suck in a breath as Bucky sinks deeper into you. "I'm doing good," You breathe out as he slowly spreads you open. It's slightly uncomfortable, but not as bad as you were expecting.
"Fuck, you're tight," Bucky hisses as he slowly feeds you himself, inch by inch. "I- I don't think I'm gonna last that long. Shit."
"Maybe they should call you the Minute Man," Steve mutters teasingly.
Squeezing Steve's hand, you let out a quiet moan just as you feel Bucky brush against your g-spot. Your eyes roll back and a gust of pleasure hits you, and you finally realize that this is what makes life worth living.
"Oh, my God!" You cry loudly, wrapping your legs around Bucky's torso. With a wry grin, Bucky begins fucking you gently, each thrust elevating your bliss. Sitting up slightly, you let go of Steve's hand and cup Bucky's face in your palms, gasping. "Bubby, I think I love you."
Steve chuckles while Bucky rests his forehead against yours, thrusting a little faster. "I- I'm gonna cum," He sputters with pink cheeks.
"Seriously?" Steve asks him incredulously. "Was that even thirty seconds?"
"It's okay, Bucky, cum for me," You moan, stroking his cheeks. "I need it, baby, please."
He swallows thickly, slowly pounding into you. With a few more thrusts, his movements weaken and he falls forward, his breaths staggered. "Oh shit, oh fuck, I'm cumming," Bucky moans lowly, spilling out into the condom while shuddering. Your heart races and your cunt tightens around him for a few seconds, but you're far from finished. He thrusts a few more times before letting out a whimper in your ear. "Mommy."
Admittedly, your pussy flutters at the word, and though you've never heard it in this context before, it feels right to you. With a grunt, Bucky pulls out, throwing his head back.
"Way to go, Buck, that was at least 30 seconds," Steve teases him. "Was it your first time, too?"
"Fuck you," Bucky retorts breathlessly, running a hand through his hair as he sits on his knees, trying to regain his breath. Meanwhile, you lie there, half-satisfied, digging your nails into Steve's arm.
"Rogers, get inside me," You whisper, blinking up at him. "Now."
With a proud smirk, he gets into position between your legs. "Whatever you want, baby," He mumbles, running his fingers up your thighs. "Promise I'll last longer than him."
"Just you wait," Bucky warns him with narrow eyes. "She's like a fuckin' vice."
You press your hands against Steve's firm chest as he slowly enters you, taking your breath away. Weak moans leave your mouth and you wince as he stretches you out. It isn't painful, but it's still an odd sensation.
"How does that feel, twinkie?" He asks you lowly as he gradually bottoms out. "Oh, shit. You're so fuckin' tight."
"G- it feels good," You manage to reply as your core tightens. Steve then starts to slide in and out of you, building up a rhythm. Bucky moves closer to you and brings his mouth to your nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Feeling waves of pleasure course through your body, you arch your back and moan their names loudly, feeling as though you've reached a higher plane of existence.
"You're being such a good girl for us, baby," Steve praises you, lifting your leg up and resting it on his shoulder before kissing your ankle. "Taking us so well."
"Oh, Steve," You cry, feeling your climax fast approaching. "Faster, please."
"Yeah? You want it faster, twinkie?" He asks teasingly, speeding up his thrusts.
Bucky lifts his head and gently kisses your neck over where he left a bruise earlier, sending shivers down your spine. "You're so fuckin' sexy," He mutters, bringing his hand to your chest and pulling on your hardened nipple. You whine as he twists it, causing your pussy to squeeze around Steve's cock.
"Feel so good around me, baby," Steve groans, stroking your cheek. "Gonna cum for me?"
His words cause a spark within you, and within seconds you feel yourself begin to let go. "Oh, God," You moan. "I'm so close."
Bucky reaches down to rub your clit, sending you into an overdose of pleasure. Your body convulses and you cum hard, causing your legs to shake. Steve can't hold back any longer and finishes too, grunting as you milk him dry.
"That's my girl," Bucky mumbles into your ear softly as you slowly come down. Steve collapses onto the bed, leaving you a shaking mess between the two of them.
The three of you lie there in a peaceful silence for a few moments, gathering yourselves. You feel fulfilled. Finally. There's no more pressure to have sex. You've done it. And now that you have, you realize how incredible it is.
Your eyes flicker open and you take in a breath before taking each of their hands in yours. "Let's do it again."
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your hands have made some good mistakes
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“I kneel into a dream where I am good and loved. I am loved. My hands have made some good mistakes. They can always make better ones.” - Natalie Wee
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky has to spend six months locked up with a stranger.
His teammates went on an international press tour and left him behind. They hired someone to supervise him, per the conditions of his pardon— a roommate, they said.
A roommate?
In which: Bucky’s heart slowly thaws, he develops a soft spot for his idiot roommate, he discovers his vibranium arm is extra-sensitive, he rediscovers that whole ‘sexual attraction’ thing, he has Not Great mental health including nightmares and therapy, he has a complicated relationship with his ex, he reminisces about the 40s, he’s an absolute fluffy sweetheart, he really enjoys blow jobs, he deals with the backlash from his criminal trial, he addresses internalized guilt and shame, he gets laid for the first time in decades, he gets irrationally jealous, he realizes WHY he was irrationally jealous, he digs up old feelings, he rescues Steve on a mission gone wrong, he takes pain meds and traumatizes everyone in the room, he's a smug little shit, he considers getting rid of his metal arm, he's loved implicitly, he speaks to a journalist about his past, he celebrates birthdays, he’s stupid in love, he gets drunk on Asgardian whiskey, aaaaaand more.
Warnings (added as they occur): 18+ minors DNI, angst, Bucky’s mental health is Not Great, cursing, lots of awkwardness and banter, pining x100, SMUT, masturbation (m), alcohol consumption/drunkenness, needy!bucky (he gets a warning), not-so-dry humping, a Steve Rogers plot twist, hand jobs, slightly subby Bucky, vaginal fingering, oral (m and f receiving), outercourse, human disaster Bucky Barnes, angst (it bears repeating), legal proceedings, panic attacks, PIV sex, creampie, cum kink, possessive behavior, jealousy, semi-public sex, past/period-typical homophobia, ~complicated~ relationships, slight emotional infidelity, sexual fantasies about current partners & others, hurt/comfort, blood, hospital setting, medicinal drug use, premature ejaculation, metal arm kink, sex pollen trope/dubcon, voyeurism/exhibitionism, choking but in a soft loving way, cuckolding, mmf threesome, pre-poly, Bucky and Steve are a package deal
Word Count: 157.9k+ (phew!!!)
a/n: This is the xreader rewrite of my hands have made some good mistakes (yes, I think I’m clever). Told (mostly) from Bucky’s POV. Not really an AU, just not Endgame/TFATWS compliant (everyone is alive).
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✮ = contains smut
➷ = personal fav
Send me asks, thots, requests, or drabbles about this series and I’ll love you forever 🥰
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Part 1 - The Babysitter
Part 2 - Embroidery
Part 3 - Sergeant
Part 4 - Like the Tide
✮ Part 5 - Static on the Lines
Part 6 - The Nightmare
Part 7 - Celebration
✮ Part 8 - What If
➷✮ Part 9 - Back in Brooklyn
✮ Insatiable 9.1 - Lovers' Lane
✮ Part 10 - Supernova
✮ Part 11 - Barnes Beach
➷✮ Part 12 - Spiraling
✮ Part 13 - Minefield
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✮ Part 14 - Jealousy
✮ Part 15 - Jealousy, Reprised
➷✮ Part 16 - Samson
Part 17 - Just a Taste
➷ Part 18 - Native Tongue
✮ Part 19 - Lucky
✮ Insatiable 19.1 - Against the Sheets ✮ Insatiable 19.2 - Stamina
✮ Part 20 - Shimmer
✮ Insatiable 20.1 - Blue Movie ✮ Insatiable 20.2 - Up Next
✮ Part 21 - Aphrodisiac
✮ Part 22 - What Now?
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✮ Part 23 - Solstice
✮ Part 24 - Remix Posted 5/9/22
➷✮ Insatiable 24.1 - Holiest Posted 5/18/22 ➷✮ Insatiable 24.2 - Regifted Posted 7/13/22
Part 25 - coming soon
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Hot Mess - Bucky’s dance moves
✮ You Can Take It
The Feeling’s Mutual
✮ Slow Motion
✮ Here You Are
✮ And Here, And Here
Plushie Problem
✮ Explore Every Fantasy (magnet poetry)
✮ Show Me
The Good Dream
✮ Steamy
Personal Care
➷✮ So Domestic
Sergeant Fucking Sniper
A New Bracelet
➷✮ Barbed Wire & Bare Hands
➷✮ Happy Accident
✮ Instinct
➷ Little Spoon
➷ His Cross to Bear
✮ Like Braille
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HAVE A QUESTION ABOUT THE BUCKY/READER/STEVE DYNAMIC AT THE END? Check here first!
“I don’t like Steve. Which parts can I read while avoiding Steve?”
✮ Insatiable: a yhhmsgm collection - a series of standalone smutty incidents that fit into the yhhmsgm timeline. Will be posted horribly out of order. No thoughts, just thots.
✮ Bucky’s nsfw alphabet
Bucky character meta
Annotated playlist
Reader-curated playlist (submit a song!)
Moodboard masterlist
Tony
Steve & Jealousy
✮ Period
➷✮ Describe Bucky’s Dick IN DETAIL
What Underwear?
✮ Pitching a Tent
Alternate Chapter 13
Choking?
Quick drinking headcanon
Dividers courtesy of the lovely @rookthorne 🥰
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angxlic-desire · 1 year
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୨ 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙗.𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 • 𝙨.𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 ୧
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“𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬”
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pairing: fwb!bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader x steve rogers (love triangle)
summary: when bucky breaks your heart, choosing dot over you, you are left to pick up to pieces, finding comfort in steve’s arms, until bucky realizes he still loves you. 
warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors do not interact, p in v sex, friends with benefits situation, mentions of casual sex, love triangle, so much angst, heartbreak
author’s note: hello sweethearts and welcome to my first series! i’m super excited to finally manage to write it and i really hope it doesn’t flop! i may hide in a hole if it does. 
series playlist
total word count: 3.7k
tags are open, drop me an ask or fill in my taglist form!
thank you for reading!
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐
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angxlic-desire · 1 year
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I SFHKLOUTHB 😭
Y/N: Why do you have to be so tall?
Steve: Would you prefer me on my knees?
Y/N: What?
Steve: What?
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angxlic-desire · 1 year
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angxlic-desire · 1 year
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THIS IS SO SAD AHHHHHHHH BUT ITS SO GOODDDDD MASTER PIECE
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18+ Minors DNI Bucky x pregnant reader 
Edited this, lets pretend I never deleted this part of the story when I posted it cause I’m a dumb ass, thanks. Also the ***** indicates a time jump. 
PLEASE READ WARNINGS, I really loved this prompt and I might do an angstier one, separate from this…stay tuned if that’s your thing. 
Warnings: Still birth, child loss, drinking, swearing, bit of violence, thoughts of suicide, bit of fluff 
Word count: 5.4k
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Ok so hear me out here.
DBF!Bucky but with a twist. Sorta.
Your dad passed away when you were fourteen, and your mom died when you were an infant.
Sharon, your stepmom gained custody of you and she’s a loving doting mom.
She marries Steve, and as you get older you can’t help but crush a lil on your stepdad, and then you meet his best friend.
And fuck if you don’t want to tap that. Like tap it bad.
Bucky’s up for it. Meanwhile he’s trying to convince Steve to dump Sharon because Bucky hates her. Turns out your dad was pretty wealthy but left that all to you but has been siphoning off the money for herself.
Bucky wants to go back to the good old days where he and Steve would screw around and share everything.
And right now, you’re their everything.
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angxlic-desire · 1 year
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I can’t it’s too good 😭
✎ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬
𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. Autumn’s arrival brings a blend of vivid autumnal hues, ideal weather conditions, and tales of a monster upon your village.
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. Frankenstein!Ari Levinson x villager!reader
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𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. This story will contain the following content: SEXUAL/EXPLICIT SCENES, exophilia (monster fucking), size kink/significant size difference, hurt/comfort, dacryphilia, blood (briefly mentioned), overstimulation, p in v sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, cockwarming, feral!Ari, sickness
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕. 5.4k
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. Welcome to Day 1 of my Kinktober! Super excited to share this tale with you all—I present to you, our favorite monster of them all, Ari Levinson 🤲😉
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“Have you peeked in the papers as of late?”
Screwing up your eyes in narrow slits, you instinctively scope out the clearing before plodding cautiously up the jagged seam in the earth, nearly missing the fleck of copper in the tangled web of vines and foliage. Furling your brow in faux determination, you sit on your haunches and sweep away the mass with your hand, uncovering a bed of herbs nestled among the knotted brambles.
“No, but Cousin briefed me on the new curfew. Damned magistrate is bent on tyrannizin’ the village and we’re supposed to abide by his reign of terror like we’re a’bunch’a docile halfwits—”
You blink once, twice, remaining very still and indiscernible, cloaked in the shadows of a covert of trees and shrubbery. Half-mindedly, you’re scooping the sepia-hued leaves in your jute pouch, while the remainder of your attention is stolen by the gossipers plucking gooseberries further in the thicket. Two grubby brothers you distantly recognize, though you can’t peg a name to the acned faces.
“No, Gram’s says the curfew’s necessary. Our village’s in a’lot’a danger.”
“Who says?”
“Gram.”
“Who told Gram?”
“Everybody knows it. You have to peek in the papers.”
Gossip diffuses quicker than a plague in your village, granted there aren’t many ears to begin with, and in a community like yours, everybody knows everybody. Fortified by green, rolling hills and islanded by a sea of uncharted wilderness, your village is hundreds of miles away from other civilizations and sparsely populated. About fifty townsfolk call the small community home, and it has been over a decade since the village has seen a fresh face.
Autumn’s arrival is bold and jarring this year, the transition from one season to the next seemingly occurring overnight. One day, blazing summery rays beat down mercilessly on your village, sticky sweat forming in areas you didn’t know sweat glands even existed, the climate stiflingly hot and humid, and the next day, splashes of autumnal hues—bronzes, beiges, and vermilions—dominate your habitat, the temperature plummets to new extremes, the ruby-red harvest moon blotting the jade sky announce the onset of your favorite time of year. 
But accompanying the advent of the season is a chilling wind of fear. Anxious murmurs sweep from border to border, and in a matter of days, dread has consumed the lives of your beloved community. The terrible news that rendered the village in a constant state of fear was delivered to you by your grandaunt, and you initially refused to believe it. 
Throughout your life, you were spoon-fed every cliched fable and fairytale imaginable. Wild tales of princesses and mythological creatures and inanimate objects with the abilities to talk, but none compared to the lunacy of the tales your grandaunt conjured up once the new season arrived.
The edge to her tone and worry contorting her features goes unmissed, suggesting the seriousness of the subject despite the nonsense she’s spewing. Monsters with hooked talons and razor-sharp fangs—she refused to relent about it. Although her grave tone left little to no room for humor, you have trouble labeling her words as “serious” when she spoke of fictitious creatures you traditionally see in children’s books. You ultimately decide it is a figure of speech, a riddle she mustered in her spare time. 
The merchant who sold unusual handicrafts in the marketplace is the second person to mention monsters. You’re examining his selection of psychedelic rocks when he emerges from behind a curtain of serpentine-patterned rugs draped above the kiosk and whispers carefully, “I get very anxious during this time of the year. Do you think the monster will steal my merchandise during the night?”
He glances in both directions in caution before his vigilant gaze settles on you, cocking a brow as he anticipates your answer. Your own brow furls in confusion, “The monster?”
He’s quick to shush you, “Don’t speak too loudly or he’ll hear you!”
You distinctly wonder if your grandaunt was being literal as you mull over the merchant’s frantic words. There’s a touch of undiluted fear in his tone that reminds you of your grandmother when she spoke in her riddles, though your doubts still prevailed. 
But now this, eavesdropping on the two boys, it’s impossible for it to be a coincidence. They showed all the physical symptoms of fear—the color drained from their freckled cheeks, brows bathed in layers of sweat, tones hushed and foreboding. 
“There’s talk of the monster,” one boy says solemnly, quieter than before—you must peel your ears to catch it, “Hooked talons, razor-sharp fangs. Cousin says. It’s in the papers. Wreakin’ havoc as we speak! And he’s makin’ his way westward—comin’ this direction. Leavin’ a trail of destruction in his path.”
“You sayin’ it’s on a murderin’ spree?”
“Mm-hm, it’s a spawn from Hell.”
Each mumbled word catapults you further and further into distress. It can’t be true, can it? Leaning forward on your haunches to better hear them, you lose balance and land on your knees. You hiss involuntarily, before clamping a palm over your mouth to silence the unexpected sound. One boy shushes the other and glimpses cautiously over his shoulder, poring over the clearing for signs of life. 
Once they believe they are alone, they resume their gossip but you’re no longer willing to listen—you decide you’ve heard more than enough. Rising to your feet, you tip-toe along the seam you followed before, leading back to the village.
You hurry home as the ruby sun begins its descent and the heavens transform into a striking ombré of violets and maroons. Along the way you collected twigs and branches for a fire, anticipating another crisp autumn night. 
While your grandaunt prepares dinner, you comb the cottage for the most recent newspaper until you discover it tucked under a heap of books and leaf through the pages until you stumble upon a black-and-white illustration of a monstrous creature—a cross of dread and disbelief roils in the pit of your stomach. Your guardian’s premonitions were true, captioned in bold font: Frankenstein.
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The footpaths clear by late afternoon, not a single soul to be found as day falls and night approaches, the townsfolk begrudgingly in compliance with the new curfew. 
A week after the curfew went into effect, your grandaunt began acting strangely. Albeit she’s well in the winter of her years, she’s rarely sick, and her youthful energy and spirit rivaled that of the youth in the village. But this year, she’s sicker than a dog. 
One particular night, she couldn’t keep down her dinner and looked ghostly pale, beyond ill. You tuck her in her bed and boil a cauldron of water, intending to prepare her a concoction of various dried herbs in a tea to remedy her nausea, until you realize you’ve used up the last of the supply of herbs the day before. 
“Grandaunt!” You call, retrieving your shoes, “I’m going out to gather more herbs.”
“Out?” her nasally voice returns, “The sun set ages ago. It’s past curfew.”
“I’ll only be a few minutes, and won’t go far,” you assure her, “Don’t worry.”
You’ve already mapped out the terrain in a three-mile radius of your village, privy to all the ideal areas where the herbs you need are plentiful and should last you for another fortnight. Following the winding footpath into the shadows of the forest, you ignore the foreboding voice belonging to your sixth sense mumbling in your ear, urging you to turn around and wait until morning to collect the herbs. But an inexplicable force propels you forward.
You take an alternative route that avoids the magistrate’s quarters in fear you’ll be caught after curfew. You’re brisk but light on your feet, making as little noise as possible—you even hold your breath as you tiptoe along the gravel path and find yourself in a clearing.
You don’t exactly remember when you accidentally turn down the wrong path and wound up conveniently lost, but it becomes clear that you don’t know where you are when you advance on the fork of a brook you don’t recognize. Assessing your surroundings and realizing they didn’t seem familiar, your gut twists in knots as you pause and regroup, worry clutching your pounding heart in its merciless grip. 
You continue aimlessly along the bank of the brook for another minute before a rustling in the undergrowth roots you in place, fear blooming rapidly in your chest. Poised to strike, you glimpse nervously in both directions before resuming your directionless wandering, alert and slightly uneased. Twigs snap and leaves crunch underfoot while overhead, rolling thunderheads rumble menacingly and black bats race to their roost. 
Your imagination wanders, conjuring up pictures of a hideous creature with gnashing fangs, yellow, inquiring eyes, and forked claws. Your pace quickens until you’re trotting, then nearly sprinting, hurdling over stumps and logs. Due to your momentum, you barely have time to stop running before crashing into a wide, solid figure. You howl in sheer surprise, tottering backward before quickly regaining your balance after three jerking steps. Glimpsing up dizzily, you lock gazes with a blue-eyed beast with oddly human-like features that could’ve fooled you that he was human, but his above-7-foot height and huge proportions, effortlessly dwarfing you, prove he couldn’t possibly belong to the same species as you. 
Albeit you are a third of his size, the enormous man-beast hybrid appears equally terrified. He stumbles back the precise moment you scream and attempt to escape, bunching your skirt and dashing in the opposite direction before you lose your footing and nosedive into the powdery dirt. As you strike the ground, your arms shoot forward to brace the impact, jagged sticks slicing your clammy palms and blood seeping from the seams of your gashes. You wince and sob in agony, not daring to peek over your shoulder to see if the beast has followed you, but you assume it hasn’t since you can no longer feel the weight of its presence. 
Stinging tears clouding your vision, you’re on your feet without missing a beat, ignoring the stabbing pain in your side and blindly hightailing it, advancing deeper and deeper into the forest, dodging vines and branches that obstruct your path. You run for eternities, pumping your arms and ignoring the strain on your lungs as you overwork them.
You’re forced to stop running when your stamina runs out, one hand bracing a sequoia tree as you hunch over, the other clutching your chest as you gulp large volumes of air. Glancing back, you sigh in relief as you realize you’ve lost the beast, but it lasts for merely a second before you remember you still don’t know where you are. 
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s a chant repeated over and over in your mind. What are you going to do? It’s a question you, unfortunately, can’t answer.
Another eternal interval of time passes, and your worst fears wreak havoc on your poor emotions, cold sweat running in rivulets down your back. It must’ve been ages ago you promised your grandmother you would only be a few minutes. 
A moment later, a terror-inspiring howl in the distance breaches the hollow silence and before you can coordinate your movements, your knees lift and you launch forward, your hamstrings burning as you break into another sprint.  
After four tottering steps, a vine catches your ankle and you’re suddenly plummeting to the dirt. But you don’t feel the impact, darkness blanketing your vision and losing consciousness milliseconds before your body meets the ground. 
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You first notice the warm quilt cocooning you upon regaining consciousness a few hours later, and the soft cot you’re nestled in. As you gingerly rise, analyzing your surroundings, you realize you’re no longer stranded in the forest, though neither are you in a familiar setting. You also notice that you’re no longer wearing your tunic, but rather a plain chemise.
Ribbons of golden sunlight cascade into the compact room through the solitary casement window. Chattering black-breasted birds announce it’s early morning. Gradually, the dire circumstances become clearer: Where are you? How far away are you from your village? Your grandaunt must be worried sick!
The door suddenly bursts open, drawing your attention to the entrance. You’re greeted by the fear-inducing sight of the man-beast you encountered yesterday and promptly rise to your feet to flee or to fight, you’re still deciding as the enormous beast approaches.
Instead, your instinct is to dramatically collapse and tuck your head under your elbows, pleading with the monster to spare you as a snack, “P-Please, don’t hurt me! I promise I don’t taste any good!”
Sensing your fear, he pauses in his tracks, glimpsing down amusedly at your cowering frame with a pondering gaze, before he reassures, “Not going to eat you… little one.”
So it speaks. The rate of your heart accelerates to near impossible speeds and heat pools underneath your skin as his smooth, deep words meet your ears and travel straight to your burning core. 
You brave a glance in his direction, sniveling in a feebly mumble, “You’re not?”
He nods, softly smiling, “No. Would you please stand? Have no desire to hurt you.”
Hesitantly, you rise to your feet, staring at the titan in fear, wonder, and awe. “Where am I?” you question sheepishly, clutching your chemise in your fists.
“My home,” he responds simply.
“Y-you… saved me?”
His nod is subtle, “Passed out in the forest, couldn’t leave you for the wolves.”
“You undressed m-me?” you both glance down at your clothing. He hesitates before he answers, carefully, “To clean your wounds and dress you in clean clothes. Your tunic was shredded to pieces.”
To clean your wounds? You snake a trembling hand under your chemise to skim your fingertips over the dressing wrapped around your lower torso. 
“T-Thank you,” you say, staring widely at the beast as you try and fail to wrap your head around what is happening in this present moment. Is this the monster your village fears? 
“Sit,” he softly demands, slowly kneeling to match your height, “Have to check your injuries and replace the dressing. That’s why I’m here.”
Without thinking twice, you obey his demand, your gaze firmly fixed on the towering figure. His appearance is not as gruesome or awful as you originally imagined. He’s only monstrous in terms of proportions—but there is nothing monstrous about his sculpted facial structure and sharp, defined features— chiseled jaw framed by a full beard, and his scalp sprouting a thick mane of chestnut-brown hair.
He instructs you to lie down, to which you comply without fuss. He approaches you carefully to avoid startling you, wordlessly folding up your chemise to unravel the dressing and inspect the damage. 
Despite the fact he doesn’t allow his gaze to stray in directions it shouldn’t, you’re slightly embarrassed that you’re exposed like this. But you never voice your humiliation because he’s trying to help you. Not to mention your shock robbed your ability to speak in proper sentences.
“Are you in pain?” He asks while he cleans your wounds with a cloth and replaces the dirtied dressing with fresh linen. 
“No,” you reply truthfully, “I’m fine.”
Once he is finished, he starts to leave but you seize his wrist before he can move, “Wait!”
He nods his head to signal he’s listening.
“Please… p-please don’t leave me,” you request in a fragile whisper, blurted out before you could process what exactly you’re asking of him, “Can y-you stay?”
You both appear surprised by your plea. You can’t calculate his next move, yet you somehow know that he’s not going to hurt you. Assured that your savior has no intention of eliminating you—effortlessly, he could’ve done it, you’re no match to the enormous man-beast, and if he planned to sever you into bite-size pieces and eat you for supper, he surely would’ve done it already—you can’t help but crave comfort in this time of confusion and despair. You convince yourself that you asked him because you simply didn’t want to be alone. 
He pauses, his pink lips parting to protest but ultimately deciding against it. Shuffling forward, he nods his head and smiles tenderly, the contrast stark from the horrific murder attestations you’ve read in the newspapers, “Sure, little one. I stay.”
You meekly thank him, scooting over to create room for him to sit but he doesn’t understand the gesture, standing before you with an indecipherable expression. You pat the vacant seat beside you, “You can… you can lie with me… if you want.”
The bed is visibly too small for the both of you to comfortably fit, but he sits nevertheless, the surface dipping under his weight. And without you having to ask, you’re plucked from the bed, and the giant man-beast binds you to his chest in a secure embrace. You smother a shriek of fear threatening to escape, unsure whether he’s about to hold you or crush you.
He rocks you to-and-fro, observing in a distant tone, “You’re tense. Told you I don’t want to hurt you. Why tense?”
“Sorry,” you mutter, relaxing as the former proves to be true.
Campfire and conifer needles, he’s wearing autumn’s cologne, and it soothes you. Sinking against him, you have half a mind to thank him—for nothing in particular—but your gratitude goes without saying.
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“Frankenstein.”
The name tastes funny on your tongue. It’s your first time uttering it aloud—you’ve avoided saying it because you didn’t want to believe he’s the monstrous murderer responsible for your beloved village in shambles. You distantly hope he wouldn’t respond to it because the jarring descriptions of Frankenstein's crimes in the papers did not conform with the soft and gentle nature of your savior.
But the giant lying beside you lifts his head nonetheless, and his piercing gaze meets yours. An alien emotion results as you maintain eye contact.
“That’s your name, isn’t it?” you question, albeit you know your answer.
He silently ponders, before he replies, “That’s what they call me, but it’s not my name.”
“What’s your name then?” you ask gently. 
Another pregnant moment of silence before he responds, “Ari.”
“Ari,” you echo, the name tasting sweeter than the other one, “I like it.”
“What’s your name?” he questions, the inflection in his tone suggesting his genuine curiosity. You smile and mutter your answer, and he repeats it several times.
“It’s as lovely as you,” he says decidedly. Heat rises to your cheeks as the compliment sinks in.
It’s nighttime and Ari has tended to your injuries for three or four days—you’ve lost count. He ordered you to remain in bed while he monitors the healing process of your wounds. You don’t complain, you’re much too weak to move a muscle.
He hasn’t left your bedside since you’ve awoken from your fainting fit, in part because you begged him not to and in part because he wasn’t ready to take his eyes off you yet. You’re a marvel to him—significantly smaller than him in frame but nevertheless, you hold more courage than he could’ve imagined a mere human girl could contain. You fascinated him, and he can’t quite pinpoint why. 
His interactions with your species were limited, and in the same sense that the human race is terrified of him, he is equally terrified of your kind. He’s not inherently cruel, but the hostility and antagonism he faced by your species taught him to hate those who shared your anatomy. But he couldn’t bring himself to turn a cheek when he found you unconscious in the forest. He carried you back to his cottage, disinfected and dressed your injuries, and scrubbed your flesh clean of grime and dirt. 
Before, his only acquaintances were anger and rage, but you introduced him to something entirely new and different: love and tenderness. Albeit you worried you were a burden and overstayed your welcome, unbeknownst to you, you helped him too. You helped him find peace. You helped him find home. It’s you. It’ll always be you.
Ari used to believe there was not a single existing similarity between you and him, but he discovers that this simply isn’t true. The affection you have for him is not one-sided—he felt the same about you.
“I’ll h-have to go soon,” you say, the disappointment in your tone audible, “My grandaunt… she’s…”
Ari strokes your cheek with your fingertips, cutting your sentence short and effectively rendering you speechless. He’s gentle, gentler than you predicted, granted his massive size and, naturally, his exceptional strength. There’s a touch of innocence in your appearance that he appreciated, he couldn’t bring himself to stop staring. 
“I know, little one,” he murmurs.
“I don’t understand,” you blurt breathlessly, skimming your fingernails over his knuckles, “I’ve heard stories about you and… and you’re nothing like any of them.”
He doesn’t respond, his thumb brushing over your sealed lips. His breathing rate noticeably quickens as he watches them part by instinct, an unabashed invitation to dip it in.
“Y/N…” he grunts, inadvertently closing in on you, slowly thrusting his thumb in your wet mouth. One, two, three pumps before a stricken expression screws his features and he promptly removes his thumb as though you bit him.
“I—” your cheeks warm in embarrassment, “I’m s-sorry.”
He doesn’t say anything as he rises, his sudden aloofness leading you to believe you’ve accidentally upset him. But before you could muster an apology and half-hearted explanation for your actions, he sends you a small smile and softly demands, “Lie back for me. Going to check your injury.”
You cock a quizzical brow but choose not to question him due to your fear of upsetting him further, obediently lying flat on your back. Ari comes forward, impatiently tugging your chemise over your head and discarding it carelessly as though eager to see you. Unlike the countless check-ups he has performed before, you sense his perverse gaze cruising down-and-up your nude body unabashedly before he carefully undoes the dressing.
Compared to three or four days prior, the gash has healed rapidly and appears a mile less grotesque than the night he saved you. Ari retrieves the cloth and ointment from the bedside table and duly cleans and nurses your wounds.
As his slitted gaze wanders, his paws gingerly follow suit, dipping below the band of your knickers and framing your heated core following a beat of reluctance. You whimper involuntarily, impure thoughts swarming in your mind that you desperately ignore as doubts chase their tails: He didn’t mean to do that, did he? 
But your doubts are obliterated by his thumb deliberately grazing over your clothed clit, pure curiosity knitting his brow as his probing gaze falls on your swollen lips as they part to free another lewd whimper. He grunts as the soft note you let slip out reaches his ears, his cock swelling in the confines of his trousers.
“Ari,” you mewl, “What are you—”
“Is this alright?” he asks gingerly, skating his fingertips over your firm nipples, to which you furiously nod, crooning trills of euphoria, “Yes! O-oh, fuck.”
The moments between then and the all-fours positions you find yourself in seconds later are fueled by a mutual longing to feel each other, claim each other. Despite both of your inexperience, you both know exactly what you want.
Ari maneuvers you on your hands and knees, your ass jutted up in the air, a shameless invitation to do as he pleases to your undefiled body. Ari’s hooded gaze indulges in your smooth, feminine curves, and the swells of your chest, before settling on the junction between your legs, feasting his lustful eyes on your wet slit and puffy clit poking out underneath the protective layer of skin.
His splayed hand rests firmly on the nape of your back, rooting you in place. His sculpted muscle ripples underneath his taut tan skin as he flexes—naked, he’s the physical embodiment of Apollo. 
When you feel his cockhead glide over the hood of your swollen clit, you gasp sharply and clutch the quilt in your fists instinctively, flutters of ecstasy sweeping through your spine as you anticipate the penetration. But Ari promptly draws back as though he is startled by your sudden actions and gazes down at you in worry, the corners of his pink lips quirking downward in a frown, “Are you alright? It hurts?”
“No, I’m good. It’s good,” you assure breathlessly, curling your back and widening the angle of your legs, “Why’d you stop?”
“You gasped,” he replied, his words laced with worry, “Am I hurting you?”
“No, I’m good,” you promptly repeat, your tone taut with desperation. You swallow the whine of protest that nearly escaped when he recoiled, “It was a gasp of pleasure.”
He hums in response, satisfied with your answer. One calloused hand seizes your hip to still your movements while the other encloses around his leaking cock, guiding it between your splayed legs. Your slippery petals separate to accommodate the fat cockhead, and you fail to suppress another gasp as he prods your virgin fuckhole with the crown of his rock-solid dick.
“You’re so small,” he utters breathily, the amazement in his tone clear. He pushes against your core, but your small pussy rejects his obscene size, “Relax, little one.”
“I’m trying,” you whine, a thin veil of sweat forming above your brow, “You’re so big.”
Big doesn’t even half describe it—he’s the size and length of a stallion.
He grunts, one finger cruelly hooking in your drooling cunt and stroking the walls, coaxing your pussy to let him in, “So small. Have to… have to loosen you up. Have to prepare you—”
“No,” you cry desperately, clenching your quivering thighs together to trap the digit inside you and rolling your hips to maximize the delectable friction, “God, fuck me already, Ari. Please.”
A mewl tails your eager cry as you blindly reach between your parted thighs to wrap your nimble fingers around his girth and guide him to your aching cunt yourself. Ari encloses his fist around yours, completely engulfing your delicate hand in his massive one. The both of you steer his huge cock, working together until your cunt finally yields and the cockhead sinks inside you.
“A-ah!” you croon, dropping your hand and your elbows buckling before giving out entirely, burying your burning face in the soft quilt as the already thin line between pleasure and pain evaporates into nonexistence. Ari stills, granting you a little respite to adjust to his size. 
“Are you… are you alright?” he grits out, squeezing your hips and mustering every ounce of his willpower within him to not plunge into you, “The little noises you make… I like it. Like it a lot.”
You manage a whimper of confirmation, extending your arms and latching onto the posts of the bedframe for purchase. Ari starts to rock, his movements imperceptible initially before he increases his tempo, feeding the remaining inches of his thick cock to your sopping pussy.
He reaches depths that you’ve thought were impossible to reach, splitting you in half and piecing you together simultaneously with every thrust. You’re rocked forward by each stroke, your hips bucking on their own accord as your lips part and a soft falsetto escapes. When the pad of this thumb locates your sensitive clit and plucks the swollen pearl, you can’t help the shriek that rises to your lips.
“You like it? You feel me? Feel me here?” Ari purrs, his broad form looming over you as he imprisons your significantly smaller frame and snaps his hips, rendering you completely helpless and immobile, plowing into you with reckless abandon. He paws your stomach, his warm palm applying delicate amounts of pressure, though the numbing pleasure heightens by tenfold. Fuck, he’s possessed, spewing absolute filth that you would’ve never guessed could come out his mouth. 
“I can’t stop,” he pants gruffly, before declaring, “You’re perfect. Molded only for me—perfect fit.”
His self-restraint is slowly slipping away from his grasp as his driving strokes become increasingly forceful, his hips thrusting in feral determination as he allows his primitive side to surface. In the hinterland of his mind, a hunger awakens that could only be sated by fucking you ceaselessly. Grinding his teeth, he tweaks and rolls your nipple and revels in the choked whimper you emit.
“It’s tight,” he grunts, both hands seizing either side of your waist as he deliberately pumps his hips, “A-ah, feels so good—I love how you feel. Wet and… and so tight.”
A muffled whine escapes your parted lips and mingles with his heavy pants and lewd smack of his balls slapping your thrumming clit. 
Still impaled by his fat dick, Ari swivels you around on your back to appraise the expression of undiluted bliss contorting your delicate features—and the droplets of tears rolling down your blazing cheeks that escaped your awareness until Ari purrs, “Are you cryin’?”
His thrusts slow to a sluggish pace, his fiery gaze meeting your tear-filled one, a glint of lust and worry swirling in his blown-out blues. You muster a weak grin, “I’m… I’m fine.”
He reciprocates your grin, quickening his speed until it rivaled the vigor of his pace seconds prior, “Cryin’ because it feels so good? Takin’ me so well, little one. Don’t you feel me? So deep.”
Temples glistening in sweat, his unkempt mane framing his gorgeous features, brow pinched in unwavering resolve, Ari looked like a sin mounted above you, expertly sawing his hips without an iota of mercy. He seems to be spurred by the streaks of tears, growling and grunting like a beast, like a monster, and delivering deep strokes that yank the very oxygen from your lungs. You can’t stop crying, synchronizing the tempting gyrations of your hips with his relentless rhythm. 
Your climax is coaxed from your writhing body by his thumb returning to your clit and stroking in quick, circular patterns. Snapping your knees together, you beg him to spare you mercy as you coat his cock with your cream, “Ari! Ari, that’s enough! I’m cumming!”
Despite your pleas, his strokes never relent. In fact, his pumps gain speed and force, his bulbous cockhead abusing your cervix with every entry. His palm is pressing down firmly on your stomach, above the region your womb is located, heightening the toe-curling sensations he evokes that you wouldn’t credit even the most experienced lover in your village to be able to deliver. Another high-pitched sob rips through you as a second, equally intense climax engulfs your overstimulated body. 
“That’s right,” he grunts, rolling his hips in tantalizing rotations, “One more. Got plenty for me, don’t you? One… more.”
“N-no more,” you sob, thrashing your limbs and whimpering uncontrollably as a third quickly approaches before the second can cease. 
“Don’t say that. Got another one, one more for me. I can feel it,“ a guttural grunt resounds from the depths of his throat. One rough hand cruises up your smooth stomach and pinches your puckered nipple, the simple action propelling your final climax to overtake you, tremors rippling through your overwrought frame.
Ari grunts louder than before and spills his warm seed inside your awaiting pussy, tossing his head back and growling a litany of profanities. The world stills as you both descend from your peaks, heavily panting and coated in layers of sticky sweat and possibly other fluids.
You attempt to move but Ari stops you, gathering you in his smothering embrace while his firm cock remains buried in your gushing cunt. He carefully maneuvers you both on your sides, wrapping a tan, bulging arm around your damp body and ushering you close, your sweaty back meeting his hairy chest.
“Sleep, little one,” he prompts, mindlessly stroking your stomach as he lazily delivers shallow strokes, a cruel reminder that his impossibly rock-solid shaft remains lodged inside your weeping pussy and he reserves no interest in slipping out anytime in near future. As though his permission is all you need, your eyelids flutter shut, and you instantly drift to sleep. 
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He’s everything you imagined heaven is like and more—you’ve never felt safer than in his arms. 
The next morning, you can’t help but admire him in all his godlike glory as he soundly sleeps, the subtle touch of vulnerability in his appearance that plucks your heartstrings. Sweeping his hair away from his face, your fingertips skate over his pink lips on their own accord, his cheeks, his bearded jaw.
Softly smiling, you have half a mind to thank him—for everything—but your gratitude goes without saying.
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I literally love this series sooo much ❤️
METHOD ACTING MASTERLIST
18+
frat!steve x reader x frat!bucky
series status: ongoing
series summary: frat!steve and y/n are close friends, but the lines are starting to blur. if that isn't confusing enough, enter beryl; a girl who's hell-bent on making steve rogers hers, no matter what it takes.
series warning: frat!steve x fem!reader, frat!bucky x reader, frat!steve x frat!bucky, fluff, angst, smut, eventual polyamory, mature themes.
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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
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DRABBLES/HCs
the time bunny and bucky slept together
how bucky and bunny's friendship developed
karaoke night
when bunny met steve
what music the boys are into
when steve told bunny about peggy
bucky x dummy lactation kink
sorry, mommy- i mean, mommy- i mean mo-
that time steve and bucky crossed the lines of friendship
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