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A Private After Party

Summary: You've been invited to a very special afterparty with your rockstar boyfriends. "Sweetheart, you are the after party."

Pairing: Rockstar Stucky x Reader, Steve x reader, Bucky x Reader, mentions of other band members x reader

Warnings: Choking (reader and Bucky), Pussy slapping, implied group sex, public sex, fingering, smut, 18+, minors DNI, cream pie, oral (fem rec) exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, praise kink, overstimulation, belly bulge, size kink, sir kink, dom/sub vibes, Buckys a switch

Word Count 2.4K

A/N: Beta'd by the wonderful @whisperlullaby and @sparkledfirecracker. But all mistakes are my own. Do not copy, repost, rewrite or translate my fics. I appreciate every comment, like and reblog so please let eet me know you think.

For the @star-spangled-bingo Rockstar AU and inspired by @nix-akimbo edit

The deafening roar of people shouting and clapping swells into a thunderous chant of Buc-ky, Buc-ky Buc-ky filling the arena.

Bucky’s a rock star, a talented musician with a wicked reputation. It's hard to tear your eyes away from his lean tattooed chest, his abs flexing as he stretches his arms above his head, his intricate tattoos weaving across his muscular shoulder down to his wrist.

The drumsticks twirling through his fingers as he launches into his solo making the crowd go wild as his bandmates watch the shirtless drummer live it up.

The air filled with chaotic energy. The sea of people moving as one, phones, signs, and lighters swaying above their heads as they scream.

You survey the stage, rainbow-colored lights glittering across them, fans blowing discreetly from the edge of the stage. Nothing like an up-close view of one of the greatest bands of your time.

Natasha swings her bright red hair as she holds onto the mic with her long manicured nails. The pit of dancers enraptured by the sultry singer swinging her curvy hips.

You laugh at Steve winking at the row of girls staring up at him in awe as he lightly strums his guitar.

It's the final show in this city and they always give their fans a little extra.

You lean on the wall, arms folded across your chest as you watch your man flip his drumsticks in the air, catching them with one hand, his head turning to find you.

20,000 people screaming Bucky’s name and all he cares about is his girl standing just to the side of the stage, wearing his ripped leather jacket over her shoulders.

Bucky finishes his solo, banging his sticks together in the air, the rumble of the boisterous audience vibrating across the stage. He whips out a bright red cloth from his leather shorts and wipes off his sweat laced forehead, heat radiating off his chest with every deep breath.

He turns his head again, watching your pretty eyes narrow in disbelief as you focus in on the red peeking through his fist. Those are your- you scrunch your eyes shut, pressing your fingers to your eyelids. You knew that fucker took them. He stole your panties after his ritual of eating you out before hitting the stage. You should have known when he scurried out the green room leaving you whimpering and trembling on the couch.

You raise your brow at the rockstar, sneering at his gleeful smirk. He waves your panties at you before twirling them around his drumstick as he screams goodnight.

Rolling your eyes, you pray that your panties don't end up in the crowd. The second the thought forms in your brain, it's like fate laughs at you, because your panties twirl off the end of his stick, heading straight to the front row. Steve catches them mid air and wipes his chest off with it. He screams your name to the crowd, whipping them around his finger before tossing them to Nat.

You sigh in relief, only to groan a second later when she holds the crotch of your lace panties under her nose and inhales into the microphone. “Nothing better than some sweet pussy right!”

Scrunching your eyes shut as the crowd roars in response. God, you can’t stand them sometimes, it’s okay though because you decide you’re going to accidentally leak a few pics to your IG tonight.

Flipping them off, you go to the green room to get ready for the after-party. And Bucky.

Adrenaline buzzes through Bucky's veins, nothing compares to the post-show high he gets. After waving to his adoring fans, he runs off stage, heading straight for you.

When the door bursts open, a sweaty Bucky envelopes you in a hug, plastering kisses along your neck and chest. He’s always so horny after a set and you fight him off ordering him to shower. Bucky puts you down, his mouth opening, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Nope,” you declare, walking away from your drummer. “Just did my hair and I’m not messing it up in the shower.”

Bucky’s face drops into a pout, his hand palming his crotch as he stares at you.“I’ll blow you after you’re clean.” You promise, biting your bottom. "You can fuck my throat if you're-" The sounds of your laughter follow him as he sprints into the bathroom.

Bucky saunters out almost thirty minutes later, a white towel around his waist. “Your man is clean, I’m ready for you to suck..." He trails off, you duck your head, hearing the shock in his tone.

"What the fuck” He huffs, skidding to a stop when he sees the room full of people.

Avoiding his gaze, you hid your smile. It's not your fault the door was left unlocked. You’re braiding Wanda’s hair as she plays blind man’s bluff with Sam. Nat’s propped up on the pile of suitcases in the corner taking a selfie, her shirt off and her hand barely covering her tits. Steve’s surrounded by a cloud of smoke as he lounges on the couch, his guitar propped next to his leg. Music playing softly under the chatter filling the room.

Bucky thought he was going to have you to himself for a while before the afterparty started. He’s been hard for two hours now and he can’t wait much longer. You catch his baleful eyes, tension rolling off him as he glares at you. Shrugging, you turn back to the redhead and finish her final braid.

Bucky slumps on the couch with a dramatic groan. His fingers playing with the hem of the fluffy white towel. You love when he gets like this, the rockstar who has groupies begging to suck his cock is practically pouting for your touch. He keeps groaning, shifting his hips lower and lower on the leather couch, his legs spread wide, the ends of the towel pulling apart, more and more skin showing.

Ignoring Steve’s mutter for him to knock it off, Bucky says your name, patting his thigh. “C’mere kitten. Need to tell you something.”

“She can hear you from over here.” Wanda quips you giggle as you smooth down her hair.

"Kitten.” The guttural warning has you glancing over your shoulder. Bucky meets your playful eyes, you know exactly what’s about to happen, slick forming in your aching cunt the second he flicks the towel open, his cock springing free.

“Put that thing away Buck,” Steve groans, his head dropping back on the couch.

Your mouth waters at the sight of cock swaying between his thighs. It’s practically saying your name as you stare at it. You get up, knocking Sam over with your hip when you scramble to your feet, his cards scattering on the carpet as you skip over to Bucky.

You stand in front of him, putting your hands on his tattooed shoulders. Bucky grips your waist, pulling you on his lap, your knees straddling his thick thighs.

Bucky pinches your chin between his fingers, licking your bottom lip as he hums. "Want me to put it away, kitten?"

Fuck yes you do. “You should listen to Steve,” you nod. Taking his hand, you lick his long fingers one by one before sliding it between your folds. His is hooded slate-blue eyes flare when he feels how soft and wet you are.

He orders you to turn around, his voice deepening. You smirk, turning around, your legs sliding over his thick thighs, your back flush to his firm chest. Lifting up your hips, he slides a warm rough hand under your skirt, the material bunching around your hips.

Without taking his eyes off your ass, he smirks, “alright Steve, I’ll put it away.”

He brings you down, down, down, over his thick cock, the sensation of his swollen head pushing up into your tight wet heat has your head flinging back on his shoulder.

“See Stevie-“ your mouth going slack as another wave of sensations hit you, “-it’s oh fuck me, it’s away”, you mewl.

Steve props open one eye, pursing his lips as he rolls his head to the side. The rest of the band watching you bounce on Bucky's cock, your gasps get louder as he stretches your velvety walls.

You hear murmurs of praise echoing around you, ‘take his cock pretty girl, fuck he’s deep, look how wet she is, damn she’s hot, I want a taste of her cunt’ and it’s driving you wild knowing you’re the center of attention. White-hot pressure building as he thrusts deeper into your pussy. You cling to his arms, the fast brutal pace making you lightheaded.

“Fuck Steve, her tight little pussy is sucking me back in. I can feel me right here,” he groans, putting his hand on your belly as he tugs your head back. His lips swallowing your cries as he pushes his fingers into your skin. “You feel me, don't you, kitten?”

You wheeze out a yes, yes Bucky oh god. Out of the corner of your eye, you see everyone staring at you, Sam whispering in Wanda’s ear as he pulls her braids, her hand slipping under the band of his shorts, a flash of color catches your attention, you catch Nat propping her leg on the table, spreading her pussy with her bright red nails.

“Cmon Barnes, give it to her harder, her pussy can take it,” her sultry voice tinged with lust as she works her clit. “That’s it, get it nice and sloppy for me.”

He feels your walls flutter around him as he pistons into you, “can you take it kitten, you think you can handle me?” He breathes in your ear, taunting you as he slams into your tight heat. “Don’t think she can take me Nat, feels like I’m splitting this little pussy in two.” Bucky angles his hips up, his cock hitting your sweet spot and oh god he’s so deep, stretching you so wide around him, you feel him in your belly. Your thin, high wail echos through the room, the air thick with need.

“Thatta girl.” you don’t know who said it, more praise drifting around you as you continue to shamelessly mewl.

“Make her cum before I do,” Steve warns as he sits up, his bottom lip rolling between teeth. He watches Bucky’s shaft move in and out your cunt, more and more of your slick coating him. The urge to taste both of you is overwhelming.

Steve stands in front of you, wrapping his large hand around your throat, squeezing softly before he yanks your shirt up, his fingers rolling your nipple.

“C’mon sweetheart, make a mess of his cock, lemme see you cream all over him so I can clean you up.” His hoarse, desperate promise makes you clench down, another wave of pleasure coursing through you as he pinches your sensitive nipple.

“‘m close Steve,” you sob out, the sounds of Bucky’s low groans in your ear, his warm breath washing over your skin. You gasp when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, his pace getting erratic and sloppy. “Please, please Bucky,” you beg, needing just a little more, you’re so close to your peak, the knot in your belly tightening, god all you need is a little more.

"I said make her cum Bucky,” the way he says it, teasing with a hint of domineering impatience that has you and Bucky moaning. Steve places his hand around Bucky’s throat, your head snapping to the side to watch his fingers push into his skin. Oh god you never know what you like more, being choked or seeing Steve choke Bucky. Steve tightens his grip, his rings digging into the sides of his neck, your walls spasming as Bucky’s mouth falls open, a litany of fuck, fuck fuck pouring out of his mouth as you grind down.

“Right fucking now.” He grins, watching Bucky’s eyes flutter shut as he wheezes out a yes sir.

Steve’s darkened blue eyes slide over to your face. “You better cum for us, sweetheart. You better be good for me.” His guttural, dark tone has your belly tensing, as Bucky hits that little rough patch again, it's good, so good you can only nod. Steve raises his other hand, waiting for you to look up at it, your aching bud twitches as you lick your lips, a strangled, incoherent please seeping out.

He brings his hand down, slapping your clit, the sharp stinging sends you over the edge. The next couple of slaps have you jerking in Bucky’s arm as the knot snaps in two, pure electricity streaming through you, pleasure sinking into every fiber of your body.

“Oh yes fuck yes Steve,” you scream, your nails clawing into Bucky’s wrists as you toss your head back, your hips circling erratically as your orgasm winds through you.

“What did I say, Bucky?” Steve still has his grip on Bucky’s throat. “I told you to make her cum.” He stares him down, the challenge in Steve’s smug blue eyes has Bucky throbbing inside your sensitive cunt. Bucky grits his teeth, his hands moving to your waist, holding you still as he fucks up into you.

He blocks Steve’s next slap, his rough, calloused fingers slipping over your puffy clit. “Steve thinks he made you cum,” His voice, dark and gravelly, in your ear, “but it's my cock your greedy pussy is trying to strangle, isn’t it? Who’s making you feel good, kitten?”

“You are, you Bucky,” you chant, words slurring together as the heady pressure forms again, “so good, don’t stop, don’t stop Bucky.”

Steve pops his slicked covered fingers in Bucky’s open mouth, groaning under his breath as you come again. The force of your orgasm halts your breath in your chest, a faint gasp forming as your eyes roll back. “Good job, Bucky.” Steve praises, resting his forehead on his, staring into his dazed slate blue eyes. “Now cum for me, fill her pretty little pussy up until she’s leaking.”

“Fuck, goddamn you Steve.” He spits out in response. You don’t know if it's the way Steve demanded Bucky to cum or the way Bucky’s hips stutter into yours as Steve increased the pressure on his throat, but you feel yourself clench down again.

Another wave of bliss soaring through you as Bucky grunts his release, your spasming walls coated with ropes of his thick hot cum. You collapse on his chest, Bucky sliding down the couch, taking you with him as Steve let go of his throat.

Steve places his hands on his hips, sighing as he gazes down at the two of you tangled up in each other. Steve kneels down, you whimper as he takes Bucky’s softening cock out of your pussy.

“So pretty.” He murmurs at the sight of Bucky’s cum seeping out of you. "And look how she came all over you," he sighs, pumping Bucky's cock a few times until he groans out his name.

Steve pushes his finger in his mouth, the vulgar groan coming from his pink lips sends a shiver down your spine. He glances up at your faces, chuckling loudly. “Guess I should clean you both up, huh?"

“What about the after party?” you question, leaning on your elbow, your hand pushing on Bucky's abs. "I thought we had-oh" a broken moan falls from your lips at the feel of Steve's wet tongue gliding through your messy folds.

“Sweetheart your pussy is the party.”

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 197 & 198

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 30 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

My Angel - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Blue Bonnets - (Brock x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Mission Dad - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Open Your Eyes - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Like Animals - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

One hundred degrees - (Steve x Gender Neutral Reader) - @holylulusworld

Lost in the Dark (Part 3) - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Into You - (Bucky x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Code Red Delivery - (Ari x OFC) - @hollybee8917

Built Differently - Faboolous Fumbles - (Stucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Snow - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Evermore - Part 2 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Evermore - Part 3 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Picnic - @nekoannie-chan

Finding Home (4) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Indecent Proposal - (2) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Reconnect - Where Did the Time Go? - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Your Mark On Me - Part 8 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Between Past and Present - (Steve x Bucky) - @hollybee8917

Donut: The Hole Story - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Hidden Agendas - (Ari x Reader, Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420

Pain - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Welcome Home - (Curtis x Reader x Jake) - @stargazingfangirl18

In a Red Dress - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Lighting the Flame Above - (Steve x Clint) - @hollybee8917

Experiment - (Brock, Logan H) - @nekoannie-chan

It's not the same - (Steve, Brock) - @nekoannie-chan

Saving the Captain - (Steve, Sinthea) - @nekoannie-chan

Security Jammies - (Ransom x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Goes With the Theme - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

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Bucky Barnes Fic recs!!

Authors note: NONE of these fics are mine!!! these are just some of my comfort reads, all credits go to the amazing authors that wrote them <3 Go show them some love!!!

In the blink of an eye - by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine (mob!bucky x reader)

Summary: With Bucky Barnes, the mafia lord of New York, as your boyfriend, you’re usually safe from any and all harm. With a date night gone wrong and your boyfriend distracted, though, anything can happen in the blink of an eye.

More By @stardustdreams-andcaffeine (mob!bucky x reader)

Summary: You’re the secretary to one of the most powerful mob bosses in the country, and that’s what he was supposed to stay—your boss. The heart often has other plans. Now, you’re in a race against time to save the life of James Barnes, the mob boss who has become so much more.

Mob!bucky and his fairy! - by @kinanabinks

the adventures of bucky and his fairy.

H.C.M.C - by @vibraniumcollar (biker!bucky x reader)

Summary: Reader is new to Brooklyn and after an incident at the garage belonging to Howling Commandos Motorcycle Club, her life is changed forever.

Sunrise - by @wkemeup (modern!bucky x reader)

summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)

Howlin' for you - by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Summary: When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she wonders why the town has given Bucky Barnes a bad name.

Astrophile - by @all1e23 (firefighter!singledad!bucky x reader)

Summary: Orion Rebecca Barnes’s favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met. It doesn’t take long for Bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. He’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of sudden she’s in love.

Something domestic - by @fandoms-writings ( ex-military amputee!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader)

Summary: Needing an escape from the loud and busy city life, Bucky comes to stay with you on your little farm. He didn’t expect you, a hardworking and beautiful woman with struggles of your own, to take his breath away and make life a little less dreary.

Sweet as cinnamon sugar - by @ofstarsandvibranium (cop!singledad!bucky x waitress!reader)

Summary: The love story of an insecure divorced, single father cop and a good-hearted, sweet as sugar, diner waitress.

in the embers - by @foreverindreamlandd (Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader)

Summary: Bucky Barnes. The boy next door. Your brother’s best friend. The guy you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember. Unrequited, that is, seeing that he only thinks of you as a sister (at least, that’s what you always thought). It’s been about a decade since you’ve returned home and reunited with the boy - now man - with stunning blue eyes and a smile that still puts a million butterflies in your stomach. You never expected to come back, thinking that you’d spend the rest of your life as a famous artist in Los Angeles with your boyfriend/manager. But things change, life gets messy, and now you’re back in your childhood bedroom living with your mom and working at the townie bar to make ends meet while you try to figure out what the hell to do next. The one thing that hasn’t changed? Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him this time.

Delicate Edges - by @wkemeup (biker!bucky x reader)

summary: Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You’re trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. (Biker!AU)

Charlie's angels - by @buckysknifecollection (Bucky x reader)

Summary: Charlotte Barton is an agent of SHIELD who through her friendship with Sharon Carter gets involved with the famous Alpha Team. Friendships, banter and a bit of a crush on a certain super soldier occur.

The witness - by @wkemeup (detective!bucky x reader)

summary: Owner of a bar full of criminals, maybe you shouldn’t be surprised when you’re the sole witness to a hydra hit. In comes Detective Barnes, the quick-witted, flirtatious cop who somehow became a regular at your misfit bar. When he takes it upon himself to ensure your safety off the books, you learn to rely on someone else for a change and find you don’t mind it at all. Not when it’s him.

Under the tree - By @barnesmurdock (Beefy!Chubby!Bucky x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You and your husband have a picnic under a tree

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The love story of an insecure divorced, single father cop and a good-hearted, sweet as sugar, diner waitress.

Main Fic: Sweet As Cinnamon Sugar (Cop AU)

Oneshots

(can be read alone or in this order)

A Huggable, Kissable Bear

These Bad Thoughts

My Heart in Your Hands

Meeting Mini You

You Just Want Attention

The Beholder***

A Gentle Touch

Sick of My Love

Reassurance

Sweet Honey***

Doctor Cuddle Bug

Dough Boy

Teasing Touches***

Cuddle the Pain Away

Pull Over***

Drabbles

The One Where She Apologizes

The One Where It’s Easter

The One Where They Go to the Beach

The One Where Jamie Comes Over

The One Where He Gets a Massage

The One Where They Get Kinky

The One Where They Eat Cherries

The One Where They Cuddle

The One Where They Compare Tummies

The One With First Words

The One Where Dot Comes Back

The One Where Becca Brings A Boy Over

The One Where Bucky Plays with His Son

The One Where Bucky Has A Bad Day

The One Where Becca and Grant Have Some Bonding Time

The One Where Grant is Bucky for Halloween

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bby-grl-4-bucky · 30 days

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📖"Temporary Custody" Series Page

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.

Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, self-harm, childhood trauma, and alcohol abuse (basically, the ofc's a hot mess).

Ch 1 Lemon cream tart

Ch 2 Hazelnut ganache tart

Ch 3 Cream filled sponge cakes

Ch 4 Cake doughnuts

Ch 5 Jiggly soufflé cake

Ch 6 Somethin' with bananas

Ch 7 Strawberry cream puffs

Ch 8 Banana-dulce cheesecake

Ch 9 Honey-mascarpone crêpes

Ch 10 S'mores

Ch 11 Palmiers

Ch 12 BabyCakes

Steve and Bucky sexuality profiles

April Fool's Ch 11 "farewell cheesecake"

@matchat3a @bethexo07

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October Reading List

Hey, lovelies! Here are the fics I've had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of October. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika .

Love, thanks, and happy reading!

Marvel Characters

Bucky Barnes

Feelin' Gourd by @jobean12-blog

Never Saw You Comin' by @nickfowlerrr

Healing Hands by @rookthorne

Mile High Club by @writing-for-marvel

Off Day by @theeleggymeggy

Hold Me Down by @flordeamatista

Blood Sweat and Tears by @treatbuckywkisses

Protective Biker!Bucky by @pellucid-constellations

Insomnia by @intrepidacious

Chain Around My Neck by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Storm by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Biker!Bucky Headcanon by @sinner-as-saint

Smitten by @buckylattes

Give Up Part 1 and Part 2 by @fineanddandy

New Perspective by @honeybloomss

Behave by @becca-e-barnes

Steve Rogers

Haunted by @targaryenvampireslayer

Let's Get Physical by @mrsmischief209

Darkness Between the Stars by @biteofcherry

You Are in Love by @scrumptious-delusion

Baby Girl by @wint3r-h3art

Drain You by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Morning Light by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Interrupted by @ciarawritesmarvel

Steve Rogers as a Husband @neonovember

What You Can Do For Your Country by @krirebr

I Made Your Favorite by @heli0s-writes

The Cinema Experience by @myfictionaldreams

Learn My Lesson by @cockslutpadalecki

Breathe Me by @fushic0re

An Olive Branch by @real-jane

Stucky

Letters to the Moon by @violentdelightsandviolentends

Chris Evans Characters

Andy Barber

Your Age is Showing by @worksby-d

Rosebud by @kthynes

Second Shot by @/drabblewithfrannybarnes

Ari Levinson

Beauty Wrought of Rapture and Desire by @the-iceni-bitch

The Domestic Life @imyourbratzdoll

Of Service by @stargazingfangirl18

The New Romantics - Part 1 by @slvttyfied

Curtis Everett

Lots of Candles by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Can I Try Something? by @luxeavenger

Lloyd Hansen

Trucker!Lloyd by @oh-my-damn

Alpha by @boxofbonesfic

Sebastian Stan Characters

Lee Bodecker

It Will Come Back by @slyyywriting

Lights Out by @vellicore

No Way Out by @shadeysprings

Captivity by @wheezy-stucky

Devil Devil by @sgt-seabass

Snuggle Time by @holylulusworld

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Lovers in a past life (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky, Natasha, Tony and Steve work together to take down a Hydra base only to discover you in a cell. Having been led to believe that you were dead for three years, the team are more than happy to see you again, but there’s one person you remember more than most.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, talk of sex and some descriptions of nudity (18+ only please), memory loss, minimal talk of injuries and torture, showering together, Hydra (yeah, they’re a warning), limited use of y/n, language, some Russian (I am not fluent in Russian at all so I had to use google translate, I am SO SORRY if this offends anyone in any way, that is not my intention!), pet names for reader (baby, baby girl, doll -in Russian, once-, babydoll, beautiful, gorgeous, sweetheart, love), pet names for Bucky (bub, bubba, baby)

A/N - Same as with my last fic, I wanna stress that I’m not a medical professional, so if anything in this fic is incorrect or anything, please don’t make a fuss, it’s just for fun. Also please go easy on me, this took a LONG TIME to write and many times in the process, I contemplated just scrapping the whole thing.

FINAL WARNING MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Having successfully taken down the Hydra facility, Bucky is making his way back to the Quinjet to find the rest of the team. As he walks the cold, derelict halls, he notices a locked door. His curiosity getting the better of him, he breaks the lock with his metal hand and enters, finding a girl hooked up to an all too familiar machine - the memory suppressing machine.

Your cries of agony from the electro-convulsive shocks tear at his heart, forcing him to recall his own experiences in that very chair.

He approaches cautiously, his heart falling to the pit of his stomach as he recognises the girl sitting in the chair.

“Y/N…?” He murmurs in disbelief. “I thought you were…” He trails off, shaking his head to clear it and focusing on getting you out of the godforsaken chair.

He looks around for the lever to kill the machine, using his metal arm to pull it up. He watches as you twitch, convulse and pant in the aftermath of the continuous torture, rushing back to your side to unlock the restraints that kept you held down, gently massaging your wrists where bruising had already started to form. He looks down at your weakened form with deep empathy, knowing firsthand how much pain you’d just been subjected to.

“I’m gonna get you out of here…” He assures, wrapping your arm around his neck and pulling you to your feet.

“Gotov soblyudat'” You mutter in Russian as you stare blankly ahead, your convulsions slowly easing.

Bucky cringes hearing those words from your mouth, seeing the lingering pain etched deep on your face. “No, Y/N… You don’t have to comply with anyone but me right now, okay? We’re gonna get you out of here, baby, and far away from Hydra.”

You look up at Bucky, confusion clear in your gaze but remaining silent, too weak to talk.

He reaches for his communication device and radios the others. “Guys, you’re not gonna believe this, but… I found Y/N. She’s pretty banged up and she’s gonna need medical attention…”

Tony is the first to respond. “Holy shit…” He mumbles. “Okay, um… get her to the Quinjet as quick as you can. We’ll meet you there.”

“Buck, you okay?” Steve’s voice was the second to be heard over the handheld device, checking in with his friend, knowing how much you meant to Bucky all those years ago.

“I’m fine.” He insists. “I’m on my way to the Quinjet.” He pockets the communication device and turns his focus back to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side, keeping you close as he moves with you to exit the base.

As you move, you mutter unintelligibly in Russian, squinting as you get outside. Bucky glances down at you, concern colouring his face. He knows you’re not yourself right now, at least, not who he remembers, and it scares him more than anything to see you like this, but he knows that his priority right now is to get you to safety. “Almost there, baby girl, just a little further…”

As you continue walking, your legs grow weak, giving out beneath you and causing you to fall to the ground.

“Shit!” Bucky curses as he feels you fall. He picks you up bridal style and carries you the rest of the way to the aircraft, climbing onboard and setting you down into a chair, strapping you in safely before leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “I thought you were dead…” He whispers sadly.

The rest of the team swiftly climb aboard, Natasha climbing upfront to steer the jet while Steve and Tony stand around you and Bucky, looking down at you in sheer disbelief. As Steve and Tony each extend a hand to touch your shoulder, you flinch, muttering frantically in Russian once more.

Bucky pulls back from you, but remains close. He looks at Steve and Tony with a gentle warning in his gaze. “Woah, hey, back up a second... She’s just been through pure hell at the hands of Hydra. We need to tread carefully here…” He leans in close to you once more, speaking quietly in Russian in your ear. “YA ponyal tebya, kukolka…”

Your eyes widen slightly as Bucky pulls away, having uttered the words ‘I got you, doll’ in Russian to you, his words threatening to spark a memory within you, but not quite able to produce it just yet.

Bucky nods his head in the direction of both Steve and Tony, letting them know he’s got this. As the two men back away, Bucky smiles softly at you, having seen the small hint of recognition in your eyes. “It’s me, baby. It’s Bucky…” He says, longing for you to remember.

You blink hard a few times, trying to force yourself to recall the man sitting in front of you, but to no avail. You sigh in defeat, your eyes growing heavy.

Bucky notices your fatigue and moves to secure himself in the seat beside you, reaching out to gently caress your cheek. “You’re safe, babydoll.” He assures. “We’re taking you home.”

As Bucky touches your cheek, you flinch slightly, but make no efforts to pull away, subconsciously leaning into his touch as it sparks a familiar sense of comfort.

“That’s it, baby, just relax… I got you.”

Despite your best efforts to remain awake, your exhaustion gets the better of you, your eyes fluttering closed as sleep forces you to surrender.

As you drift off, Bucky keeps watch over you, his fingers softly dancing over your skin, his chest swelling with pride and relief that the team had been able to save you from such a dark place. Once he’s sure you’re asleep, he lets his hand fall from your cheek to rest on your thigh, exhaling sharply as he turns to the others. “She- she’s alive…”

“Yeah, Buck. She is…” Steve smiles at his friend.

Bucky’s gaze falls back to you, catching the shudder that runs through you. He removes his leather jacket and carefully drapes it over you, seeing your injuries a lot clearer now that you’re out of the dark, gloomy room.

Tony watches Bucky taking in your injured form. “I called Bruce… he’s all set up for her in the infirmary.” He explains.

Bucky nods, smiling gratefully at Tony before leaning in close to you again, whispering reassurances in your ear. “You’re gonna be okay, beautiful. We’re gonna make sure of it.” He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “You’re safe now…”

A short while later, Natasha lands the Quinjet at the compound. Bucky and Steve work together to carry you off the aircraft while Tony and Natasha lead the way to the infirmary. As Bucky and Steve set you down on a bed, Bruce immediately gets to work, checking you over and administering the necessary treatments, handing Bucky back his jacket as he removes it to examine your injuries thoroughly.

The team offer their support as Bucky remains at your bedside; Natasha gently rubbing his shoulder, Tony patting him on the back and Steve pulling his friend into a comforting hug. Each of them trying to assure him that you’re strong and you’ll pull through this.

As the team step back, Bucky steps closer to you, Bruce working around him as he takes your hand in his, refusing to let go or leave your side even for a second.

As you begin to writhe about the bed restlessly, Bruce pinches your upper arm and injects you with a sedative before inserting an IV into the bend of your arm to help rehydrate you and pump pain meds into your system quicker. “The sedative should help keep her calm enough to make sure she stays asleep while the pain meds kick in.” He explains, patting Bucky on his shoulder. “Give me a shout if she wakes up a little agitated.”

Bucky nods, his eyes remaining fixated on your broken form. As Bruce leaves, Bucky’s grip on your hand tightens, watching anxiously as the sedative takes full effect, your features visibly softening as you slip deeper into unconsciousness.

He leans in pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I promise you, I won’t leave your side again, babydoll. Not ever.” He whispers.

A few hours later, you begin to stir. Bucky squeezes your hand once more, hoping the action will soothe you as you open your eyes.

“Hey, sleepyhead… How are you feeling?” He asks, his voice as soft as the smile on his face as his thumb rubs gentle circles on the back of your hand.

You pant worriedly as you take in your surroundings, your eyes widening when you notice the IV in your arm. You tug your hand free from Bucky’s grip and immediately try to pull the needle out.

Bucky grabs your hand again, pulling it away gently yet firmly. “Hey, hey, take it easy…” He hushes. “It’s okay. You’re safe.” As Bucky looks up, he sees Bruce approaching with a syringe filled with another dose of the sedative, ready to inject you with it if needed. “Wait…” He tells the man.

You whimper in fear as you nervously look between Bruce and Bucky.

Bucky keeps a tight hold of your hand as he looks down at you. “If you can promise me you’ll stay calm… I promise you Bruce won’t administer the sedative…”

Your whimpering immediately ceases, looking up at Bucky with a silent pleading in your eyes.

Bucky smiles, turning to Bruce momentarily to nod at the man before turning back to you. “That’s my brave girl. Just try to relax…” He keeps a tight, reassuring hold on your hand as you watch Bruce back away and leave.

You turn your attention back to Bucky, your brow furrowed as you study him. “Bu- Bucky…?”

His heart lifts to hear his name from your mouth, beaming as you finally recognise him. “Yeah, beautiful… it’s me.”

Fresh tears well up in your eyes as you reach your free hand up to cup his stubbly cheek. “Bucky… you- you’re…” You trail off, overwhelmed.

He smiles softly as you caress his cheek, leaning into your tender touch. “Yeah, babydoll… it’s really me.”

“They said- they told me you were… dead.” You shudder at the memory of Hydra convincing you that Bucky was dead.

He nods sadly. “We were led to believe the same thing about you, baby.” He hesitates, unsure of how far to push. “What else do you remember, gorgeous?”

You let your hand fall from his cheek as you squeeze your eyes tightly shut, flinching as you vividly remember the torture that Hydra inflicted upon you. “Too much…” You mumble.

Bucky releases your other hand and reaches out to cup your face between both of his. “Hey…” He strokes your cheekbones with his thumbs in an effort to calm you. “Open your eyes, baby. You’re safe now…”

You open your eyes and meet Bucky’s. “How- how long was I gone…?” You ask, unaware of how long you’d been under Hydra’s control and away from the team.

Bucky sighs softly, letting his hands fall from your face to hold yours once more. “You’ve been gone for three years, beautiful.” He reveals, eliciting a soft gasp from you. “But now that we’ve found you, we’re not letting you out of our sight ever again.” He adds.

“‘We’? The- the team’s here…?”

“Yeah, baby. We found you at the Hydra base we were taking down and brought you back here, to the Avengers Compound.” He smiles, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles as he steels himself to ask more questions. “What do you remember about us?”

“Um, I’m- I’m not sure… I remember some names and faces, but…” You trail off with a defeated sigh. “The rest is a blur…”

He squeezes your hand gently. “Don’t worry, beautiful, we’ll help you fill in the blanks. For now, just rest.”

You shake your head, forcing yourself to sit up in the hospital-style bed, wincing with the effort.

Bucky moves to help you into a sitting position. “Hey, easy there, gorgeous. You’re still pretty badly hurt…”

You look at Bucky with tears in your eyes. “I remember you, Buck. I remember everything about you. So…” You choke, swallowing hard. “I remember how I was taken…”

His heart clenches in his chest, remembering the day you were taken so vividly; on a date with him while he turned his back for a second. “But we got you back. That’s all that matters now...” He tries, though the guilt still consumes him. Unable to look at you, he continues. “If I hadn’t been so distracted that day-”

You tug on his hand, interrupting him and urging him to meet your eyes. “Stop it.” You say firmly. “I don’t blame you, Bucky. Not one bit! If they hadn’t taken me that day… they would’ve found another opportunity to grab me. I was a target...”

He looks at you, his eyes full of love and admiration. “You’re amazing, you know that? You survived hell on Earth for the past three years, and yet here you are, comforting me…” His heart swells with pride as he lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses your knuckles.

You smile softly down at him. “You were always there for me, even after everything Hydra did to you…” You point out, shuddering slightly at the sound of the organisation’s name on your tongue.

“It’s different, baby… we only met after I was freed. But this… I was the reason for your capture, the reason you were a target…” He chokes back a sob as he recalls the torture, the brainwashing and the pain Hydra inflicted upon him, his blood boiling at the very thought of what they must’ve done to you.

You shake your head emphatically, closing your eyes and exhaling sharply as you feel your head starting to spin. As you open your eyes, you immediately lock your gaze with Bucky’s, squeezing his hand weakly. “Listen to me… the whole time I was in that facility, I never blamed you. Not once…”

His eyes well up, his throat tightening as he listens to your words. “We thought we’d lost you, gorgeous. That you were gone forever… then to see you there, alive, hooked up to that fucking machine…”

Your eyes fall to your joined hands. “Don’t. Please…”

He stops himself, understanding the pain those memories must be causing you. He squeezes your hand in reassurance. “You’re safe now, babydoll. Safe here with us.”

You look back into Bucky’s eyes, your own glistening over with tears. “They really made me believe you were dead, Buck. They- they showed me pictures and everything…”

His jaw ticks, but he forces his anger down as he sees the depth of the pain in your eyes. “Hey, hey…” He hushes. “We’re together now, sweetheart. And the team is gonna make sure that Hydra is gone for good this time��”

Your eyes flash with a small glimmer of hope. “You promise?”

“I swear on my life.” He leans in and presses his forehead against yours. “We’re gonna bring them down, baby. I promise.”

You close your eyes, basking in the closeness, nuzzling your nose against Bucky’s like you used to all those years ago when the two of you first started dating.

He chuckles softly, pulling back after a moment and tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “Just like old times, huh?”

You smile faintly at him, looking around the intimidating infirmary. “Did you- did you keep our apartment? Or did you sell up…?” You ask quietly.

Though initially taken aback by your question, he quickly recovers, shaking his head as a small smile plays at his lips. “No, I didn’t sell it, baby. I kept it, just in case…”

Your eyes well up once more as Bucky indirectly confesses his hope that you were still alive during all those years of your captivity.

Seeing your tears returning, Bucky climbs into the bed with you and gently pulls you into a hug. “Come here, beautiful…” He holds you close to his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. “I never gave up on you, baby. I promised you I never would.”

You sob lightly into his chest. “I wanna go home…” You mumble.

He nods in understanding, his heart swelling at the fact that you still consider the apartment to be ‘home’. He kisses the top of your head. “We’ll go home soon, I promise. But for now, you need to stay put, gorgeous. I know that’s not what you wanna hear, but you’re hurt and you need to rest.”

“I’ll rest better at our place…” You murmur insistently, reaching up to toy with his dog tags.

He chuckles lightly at your stubbornness, reminding him of the old you. He watches you play with his dog tags for a moment before speaking. “Tell you what: finish this IV and I’ll talk to Bruce about letting me take you home. Deal?”

You consider his compromise for a moment before nodding slowly. “Okay. Deal…”

“Glad we could come to an agreement, sweetheart.” He smiles, kissing your head again with a soft sigh. “I can’t wait to get you back home where you belong, baby.” He says, watching as you continue to play with his dog tags, knowing it was always a form of distraction for you and being content to just let it happen.

A short while later, you look up at the IV bag to see that it’s finished. Turning back to Bucky, you gently tug on his silver tags to get his attention. “It’s done, bub. Can you ask Bruce if you can take me home now…?”

His heart flutters as you call him ‘bub’, having not heard the endearing term in so long. He looks up at the empty IV bag the grins down at you. “Of course, beautiful.” He says, carefully climbing out of the bed. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nod nervously, watching as Bucky leaves the infirmary to find Bruce.

Bucky finds Bruce working on something on his laptop in the lounge of the compound, clearing his throat to make is presence known. “Hey, Bruce, can I ask a favour?”

Bruce turns to Bucky, a knowing smile on his lips. “She wants to go home, huh?”

Bucky chuckles in relief, glad that the man already knew where this conversation was headed. “Yeah, she does. I think she’s a little overwhelmed with everything and just wants to be someplace that feels familiar.”

Bruce nods in understanding. “I get it.” He says, setting his laptop on the coffee table before standing and handing Bucky a couple of bottles of pain meds. “Just make sure she keeps on top of these. And if she feels any worse at any point, you call me and I’ll be right there, okay?”

“I promise you, I’m not letting her out of my sight.” Bucky says as he takes the medication bottles from Bruce and slips them into the pockets of his jacket, smiling gratefully. “Thank you, Bruce.” He says sincerely as he leaves the lounge.

As Bucky returns to you in the infirmary, he finds you with your eyes tightly shut and your hands over your ears, your knees up at your chest. He notices you wincing as you rock back and forth, muttering to yourself. “Stop, stop, stop… please stop…” You repeat.

He quickly moves to your side, placing a hand on your knee. “Hey, babydoll…” He speaks softly, trying to alert you of his presence without startling you. “It’s me, beautiful. You’re safe.”

You jump slightly as you feel his hand on your knee, your eyes snapping open, the fear slowly dissipating from within their depths as you see Bucky standing beside you. You let your hands fall from your ears back to your sides, grimacing as your legs slide back beneath the blanket. “Did you find Bruce? What’d he say?” You ask quickly, desperately, despite your voice sounding small.

Bucky winces in sympathy as he sees the pain flash across your face, however brief. He nods, smiling in relief, his hand rubbing your knee reassuringly. “Yeah, gorgeous, I found him. He said I’m good to take you home. He gave me some pills for you too.” He says, pulling the bottles out of his pockets and rattling them slightly.

You look at the medication anxiously, watching as Bucky slips them back into his jacket. “What are they…?”

He smiles softly, understanding your apprehension. “They’re just painkillers, sweetheart.”

“Don’t want them…” You mutter.

He sighs softly. “You need them, love. You’re in pain, and they’ll help…” He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a reassuring whisper. “I swear to you, baby, they’re just pain meds.”

You turn to look at Bucky, nervousness still clear in your gaze. “You promise…?”

He kisses your cheek before nodding and pulling back. “I promise, babydoll. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you again, okay? You can trust me.”

You nod slowly, but earnestly. “I trust you. Always have, always will…”

His heart swells at your words. “That’s my girl. Now why don’t we get you home where you belong? We can snuggle up together, watch some mindless TV or just go straight to bed…”

You nod again, smiling at his rambling.

He beams in response, helping to safely detach you from the IV before assisting you in swinging your legs out of the bed. “Let’s get you out of this gown, yeah?”

“I- I don’t have any other clothes…”

Bucky nods in understanding. “Right, of course…” He says, thinking for a moment before his eyes light up with an idea. “Stay here.” He turns to leave again.

“Wait!” You call out in a panic. “Where are you going now?”

He turns back to you, cupping your face in his hands and chuckling softly. “Tony never switched your room in the compound when you disappeared. We all agreed that it felt wrong to do anything with it. So there’s still a bunch of your things in the dresser up there.” He leans down and kisses your forehead. “I’m gonna go grab some stuff for you.”

You’re taken aback by the revelation that your room at the compound was left untouched the whole time you were gone, even despite the team being led to believe that you were dead. You reach up and hold Bucky’s hands against your cheeks. “Can I- can I come up there with you?” You ask anxiously. “Maybe seeing my old room will help me remember some more stuff…”

He nods in agreement. “Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want.” He smiles, his hands dropping from your cheeks to help you stand up slowly, wrapping his arms around you for support. He pauses as you get to your feet and looks down at you. “I just… wanna make sure nothing upsets you. This whole thing is a lot to process and I don’t want you getting overwhelmed… so you tell me if you wanna leave, okay?”

“Okay.” You agree, holding onto him tightly as the two of you leave the infirmary.

Bucky pushes the button for the elevator and, after a silent journey up a level, you reach your old room.

“Here we are, beautiful. Just as you left it…” He holds the door open for you, releasing your waist to allow you to step inside.

You carefully pull from Bucky’s supportive embrace, holding onto the wall to keep yourself steady as you enter and look around.

He leans against the doorframe and watches you carefully, his heart in his throat as he sees the pain etched on your face. He knows how hard this must be for you, but he hopes that being back here will help some of your memories resurface, just like you said.

“You okay, baby?” He asks after a moment of quietly observing you.

“I think so…” You say as you keep looking around.

Even still, his eyes never leave you, gauging your ability to handle this. He steps forward, briefly brushing his hand over your cheek as he speaks. “Remember this place? We spent so much time up here together…”

You shake your head. “It doesn’t even feel like mine.” You pick up a snow globe, shaking it gently before returning it to the desk. “All this stuff… it feels like it’s someone else’s…”

His heart breaks at your words, knowing how much of a safe haven your room at the compound had always been for you, and now you didn’t even recognise it. “It’s okay, gorgeous.”

You shake your head again. “Can we just… grab some clothes and go?”

His expression softens. “Sure, baby.” He rummages through your dresser, pulling out a t-shirt and some sweatpants and handing them to you. “Why don’t you go change into these? Then we can get yo back home where you belong, yeah?”

You nod, taking the clothes from Bucky and stepping into the bathroom to change, returning a moment later and looking around for some shoes. Bucky picks up on your search, grabbing a pair of trainers from beside the door and gently sitting you down on the edge of the bed while he helps you slip them on. You catch his gaze, smiling gratefully as he ties your laces.

Once your shoes are tied, you stand again, taking another look around your room sadly.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?”

Tears well up in your eyes. “I’m not me anymore, am I? The girl who slept in this room, who spent time with you in this room… she’s gone…”

Bucky’s heart clenches a he takes a step closer to you, reaching up to brush a fallen tear from your cheek. “No, no she’s not gone. You’re still the same girl who did those things. You’re just… a little lost right now.”

You sniffle, pulling Bucky’s hand away from your cheek and holding it instead. “I wanna go.”

He nods, pulling you close again as he leaves with you. “Let’s get you home…”

As the two of you step out into the parking lot, you run into Steve. Seeing him, you cower behind Bucky.

Bucky notices this, understanding your reluctance to speak to anyone else right now. “It’s okay, baby, I’ll handle it.” He says, smiling at you reassuringly as he puts himself between you and Steve, stepping towards his friend.

Steve approaches, his brow furrowed in worry. “How’s she doing?” He asks, nodding his head in your direction.

Bucky glances back at you briefly, taking in your anxious form before turning his attention back to Steve. “She’s pretty shaken up.” He explains. “Bruce said I could take her home so… that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Steve offers a sympathetic smile. “Does she remember anything?”

“Bits and pieces.”

“Does she remember you?”

Bucky smiles softly, nodding. “Right now, I’m the only sure thing she has.”

The blonde beams, patting his friend’s shoulder. “I’m glad, Bucky. You always were the most important person to her.”

“She was my world.” He smiles tearfully. “And now I finally got her back, I’m never letting her go again…”

Steve nods. “Get her home, Buck.”

Bucky embraces his friend before stepping away and returning to you. “You ready to go, gorgeous?”

You nod, watching as Steve walks away. “That was Steve, right? Captain America?”

He nods, smiling hopefully. “Yeah, baby. He was one of your best friends, remember?”

You close your eyes tightly as a memory flashes through your mind. “Yeah, I- I remember some stuff… He had a conversation with you when you and I first started dating, said I was like a little sister to him so you’d better treat me well.” You chuckle at the memory.

Bucky laughs too, his heart warming at the recollection of Steve’s protectiveness over you. “Yeah, he did have a few choice words for me. But I think he quickly realised that I was serious about taking care of you.”

Your eyes soften as you reach up to cup Bucky’s cheek, smiling. “And you always have…”

His smile falters. “Not always…” He mumbles, his voice thick with guilt.

You move your hand from his cheek to take both of his in both of yours, tugging on them to pull him down so his face is level with yours. “Stop it. Stop blaming yourself for Hydra taking me. It was not your fault.” You emphasise.

He can’t help but chuckle as you pull him down to your height. “You’re still just as feisty as I remember.” He teases, letting out a shaky breath as he leans in to press his forehead against yours, trying to convey how grateful he is that you’re finally safe again.

You nuzzle your nose against his again before pulling back and squeezing his hands briefly before releasing them. “Take me home, bub…”

He smiles, helping you into the passenger side of his car and buckling you in before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and closing your door, rounding the vehicle to get in and the driver’s side, starting the car and heading home. As he drives, he keeps one hand on the wheel while the other rests on your thigh, tracing soothing patterns.

You’re quiet the whole drive home, staring blankly out of the window, but feeling Bucky’s worried glances. As he navigates the streets with practiced ease, you spend the time trying to find something, anything, that looks familiar.

“You okay, baby?” He asks, breaking the silence as he squeezes your thigh gently.

You nod unconvincingly. “Just trying to find some familiarity.”

He catches your weak nod, but decides not to push. Finally, he pulls up outside of your apartment complex, switching off the engine and turning to look at you with a soft smile, reaching out a hand to cup your cheek, his other hand still resting on your thigh. “You ready to go in?”

“Not yet.” You say, nuzzling into his touch. “I just- I need a minute…”

Bucky nods, leaning over the centre console to press a tender kiss to your temple before pulling back slightly. “Take all the time you need, baby. I’m right here with you.” He says, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone.

You turn in your own seat to look at him better. “I’m scared, bubba…”

He continues rubbing your cheekbone soothingly, his heart breaking once again as he sees the fear in your eyes. “Scared of what, beautiful?” He asks softly.

You take a deep shaky breath. “I’m scared that I’m never gonna remember everything… that the old me is dead and gone, just like you were led to believe…”

His heart shatters. “Baby, no… the old you isn’t dead and gone. She’s in there, sweetheart, I know it. And I’m gonna help you bring her out again. I promise.”

You close your eyes momentarily as you lean into his palm, your tears falling and Bucky swiftly wiping them away. After a moment, you open your eyes again, smiling softly as you look at him. “I’m ready to go inside…”

He smiles back at you, your resilience only proving his point that you’re still the girl you used to be. His fingers trace your jawline gently before he lets his hand fall, stepping out of the car and rounding the vehicle to help you out, wrapping a supportive arm around you as he holds you close to him, ensuring you’re steady. “We’ll take it slow, okay?”

You nod as you and Bucky make your way up to your apartment building and up to your floor. As you reach the door, you pant slightly, feeling the ache in your ribs with every painful gasp for air, clutching your sides.

Bucky remains by your side, his hands finding yours on your ribs. “Careful, gorgeous. Just try to take some slow, steady breaths, okay?” He encourages, waiting patiently until you catch your breath before stepping away for a moment to unlock the apartment door, assisting you inside and kicking the door shut behind him, guiding you over to the couch. “You okay?”

You nod slowly, your eyes shifting anxiously to the apartment door. “Can- can you lock it? And put the chain on…?”

Understanding your fearfulness, Bucky stands and quickly moves to lock the door and secure it with the chain. He returns his attention to you, concern evident in his gaze as he sits down beside you on the couch. “We’re all locked in and safe now, baby.” He assures.

“Thank you…” You mumble as you look around the apartment, trying to find something that will spark some more memories.

Bucky nods, watching as you search the apartment, studying your face intently as though trying to read you. “Anything coming back, sweetheart?”

You point to the corner of the living room by a large bookcase. “We always put the Christmas tree up there. The first year we set it up, we got so distracted by each other that we forgot all about decorating and had sex beneath it instead…” You beam at the memory, a soft blush appearing at your cheeks as you look back at Bucky.

A light chuckle escapes him as he watches the memory play over your features, a fond smile on his own lips. “Well, I’m glad you remember that.” He teases.

“I told you, Buck.. I remember everything about you. It’s like Steve said, you were always the most important person to me…” You tear up a little as you take a deep, shaky breath. “It’s just the rest of the team I’m still a little foggy on…”

His heart swells at your words, clenching as he sees the tears threatening to spill over from your eyes. “You’re the most important person to me too, baby.” He says, pulling you into a tight yet gentle embrace, providing comfort for the both of you.

You stay in Bucky’s arms for a while before pulling back with a smile. “I heard you telling Steve that I was your world… you’re cute when you’re all smitten.” You taunt.

A grin tugs at the corners of Bucky’s lips as he leans in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “I meant it, babydoll. You are my world.”

You reach up to cup Bucky’s cheek. “And you’re mine…”

He leans into your hand and gazes into your eyes, his own filled with warmth and affection as he reaches out to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. “It’s been a long day, beautiful… you should get some rest.”

You shake your head, delaying the inevitability of sleep as you let your hand fall from Bucky’s cheek and stand from the couch, swaying slightly on your feet. “I need a shower…”

Bucky quickly stands, holding onto you as he watches your unsteady movements. “A shower can wait, baby. You need to rest…” He tries.

You shake your head again, gripping onto his forearms for support as you feel yourself spinning from the action. “No, bubba, I need to shower now. I can still feel Hydra’s hands on me… I need to wash them off…” You explain.

Understanding dawns on Bucky’s face. “Alright, babydoll.” He carefully guides you through the bedroom and towards the bathroom, supporting you the whole way. “Take your time, okay? And if you need me, just yell out.” He offers, assuming you’ll want some space to shower privately.

You keep a hold of Bucky’s arms even as the two of you reach the bathroom, blushing slightly. “I don’t- I don’t wanna be alone. Could you… shower with me?”

His eyes soften at your vulnerable request, smiling down at you reassuringly. “Of course, beautiful. I’d like that…” He steps away for a moment to turn on the water, adjusting the temperature and letting it heat up as he carefully undresses you, wincing as he sees the full extent of your injuries. “Fuck, baby…” He mumbles.

You avoid his gaze, catching sight of yourself in the mirror and squeezing your eyes tightly shut.

Bucky’s expression turns serious as he gently cups your face between his hands. “Hey… look at me, Y/N…”

You open your eyes slowly, meeting his.

“Don’t let them win, baby. They hurt you, but they don’t define you…”

You hold his gaze. “They didn’t just hurt me, Buck… they broke me.”

He gently caresses your cheeks with his thumbs, his eyes filled with equal parts sorrow and determination. “I know it feels that way, but they didn’t break your spirit, did they…? Because I can still see that fire in your eyes, baby. And as long as you have that, no one can ever truly break you…”

You exhale shakily, your eyes misting over at Bucky’s words as your own hands come up to hold his against your cheeks.

He smiles. “Come on… let’s get you showered and into bed.” He says, quickly undressing himself before helping you into the shower stall and beneath the water.

You take a long, deep breath as you feel the water running over you, closing your eyes as you bask in the feeling.

He gently washes your body and hair, making sure to be thorough, yet extra careful. “How’s that, babydoll?” He asks softly, searching your face.

You nod, trying to hide your wincing every time he washes over a particularly sensitive area. “It’s okay…”

He looks down at you, his brow furrowed. “Even after all these years, I can still tell when you’re lying, sweetheart.”

You offer him a small smile. “It just… caught me off guard when you washed over my ribs, bub. That’s all…”

He nods, smiling down at you sympathetically. “I understand, beautiful. I’m sorry…” He brushes a wet lock of hair back from your face. “I promise I’ll be more careful, but you have to promise that you’ll be honest with me when you’re in pain, okay? Bruce gave me those pain meds for a reason…”

You hesitate for a moment before nodding, still apprehensive about taking the painkillers. “Okay… I promise to tell you when I’m in pain.”

He smiles, relieved. “That’s my girl.” He says, quickly washing himself before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbing another for you, helping you out of the shower and into the soft, warm towel. You gently dries you off before securing the towel around you and assisting you back to the bedroom, helping you down onto the loveseat at the foot of the bed. “Sit down here, baby, while I grab us some fresh pyjamas.”

You tug on Bucky’s hand as he turns towards the dresser. “Can I sleep in one of your shirts instead please, bubba?” You ask, your voice small. “They’re soft enough that I don’t think they’ll aggravate my injuries.”

“You always were a little shirt thief, huh?” He teases, trying to hide his heartbreak as he looks down at your broken form. “Of course you can, baby girl…” He kisses your knuckles before walking over to the dresser, picking out a pair of boxers and some pyjama pants for himself and one of his softest t-shirts for you, along with a pair of your panties. He returns to you, helping you into your underwear before slipping his shirt over your head, looking down at you sadly as he sees how loosely it hangs on your frail, slim frame. He steps into his boxers and pyjama pants, collecting the towels and taking them through to the laundry basket before returning to your side once more. “Ready for bed, gorgeous?”

You shake your head. “Can you brush my hair first please, baby? It gets all tangled when it’s wet…”

“Sure thing, beautiful.” Bucky smiles softly, grabbing your hairbrush from your bedside table and settling down beside you on the loveseat. He brushes through your damp hair gently, carefully working through any knots before braiding it loosely. “There you go, baby.”

You turn to him, chuckling lightly. “I didn’t know you could braid hair…”

He grins. “I watched you so often before you disappeared that I guess I just.. picked it up.”

You take his hand in yours, looking down sadly as you toy with his fingers. “Be honest with me… is there any part of you that hates me for what happened? Or that ever hated me while I was gone?”

His eyes well up as he look at you, his heart breaking that you could ever even consider such a thing. “Never. Not even for a second.” He says sincerely, tilting your chin up with his free hand, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I never hated or blamed you for your disappearance, sweetheart. Only myself…” He confesses.

“I’m sorry that you spent all that time worried about me, thinking I was dead, that you hated and blamed yourself for three years when it was Hydra’s fault…” You sigh softly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to stop them from getting to me in the first place…”

He shakes his head slightly. “You weren’t responsible for any of that, Y/N. You were the victim, the same as I was when they took me…” He leans in, nuzzling his nose against yours before pulling back and resting his free hand over your heart. “I know for a fact that the old you is still in there, baby. And we’re gonna get her out, sooner than you think. I wont let you stay lost forever.”

You release Bucky’s hand, resting it on top of his other one on your chest. “The whole time I was gone, my heart ached… and for a while, I knew why; ‘cause they’d told me you were dead, but when you found me, when I recognised you and realised you weren’t dead… I felt my heart healing immediately.”

His own eyes mist over, his voice thick with emotion as he speaks. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there for you sooner, baby. But now that I am… I’m never letting you go again.”

“I know, bub, but I don’t blame you. We were both sold lies about each other, both told that the other was dead.” You squeeze his hand. “But now we’re here, together, and that’s all I need to heal…”

He beams, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back and standing. “How’s the pain?”

You look up at him, seeing in his eyes that he expects the truth and remembering your promise. “Getting worse…” You confess honestly.

He smiles pitifully, though grateful for your honesty. “I’ll get you some painkillers, gorgeous.” He says, fetching the pills from his jacket in the bathroom and grabbing a glass of water, bringing them back to you in the bedroom and helping you take them safely.

You nod to him once you’ve swallowed the pills and he pulls the glass away, placing it on your bedside table. “They’ll kick in soon, gorgeous. In the meantime, let’s get you to bed…” He says, carefully pulling you up from the loveseat and helping you climb into bed, being mindful of your injuries. Once you’re beneath the covers, he climbs in at his side and cautiously pulls you close, leaning in to kiss your temple. “You’re safe now, baby, and I’ll never let anything hurt you again.” He vows.

You nuzzle into his bare chest, kissing his pec. “My god, I’ve missed this…” You breathe.

“I’ve missed this too, sweetheart. You’ve got no idea how much…”

You grin, settling into his arms as you allow yourself to close your heavy eyes. “I love you, bubba.” You mumble sleepily.

His heart swells, having thought he’d never hear those words from you ever again. “I love you too, babydoll. Always have, always will.”

A couple of hours later, you begin thrashing about the bed in the depths of a nightmare. Feeling your distress, Bucky wakes up instantly and gently pulls you closer, murmuring softly into your ear. “Shh, baby, it’s okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Just breathe…”

Your eyes snap open as you shoot up in the bed, gasping for breath, wincing with every movement. You look around, quickly realising you’re in the apartment with Bucky, burying your head in your hands. “Fuck…” You mutter.

Bucky follows suit, sitting up slowly and wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close again as he feels you shaking in the aftermath of the nightmare. “It’s okay, beautiful, it was just a bad dream. You’re safe with me in our room, okay?” He kisses your temple repeatedly, stroking your back as he watches you pull your hands away from your face, trying to regain your control over your breathing. “That’s it, baby. Keep breathing…”

“It felt.. so real…” You pant.

He tightens his hold on you slightly, his heart breaking all over again, understanding better than anyone the horrors you faced at Hydra’s hands and will continue to face in your subconscious for a long time to come. “Let it all out, baby. Cry, scream, do whatever you need to do to get through this. I’m here for you no matter what.”

Despite the pain, you nuzzle further into his arms, sobbing softly.

He holds you even closer, rocking you gently so as not to aggravate your injuries further, whispering reassurances into your ear. “It’s okay, gorgeous. I got you. I’m right here…”

You remain in Bucky’s embrace for a while until you feel that you’re all cried out, pulling back as you sniffle and wipe your eyes. “I’m sorry…” You croak.

He cups your cheeks, wiping away your remaining tears with his thumbs. “Don’t you dare apologise for this.” He says, his voice firm, yet soft. “It’s okay to feel these things. You’ve been through hell and back for the last three years, baby girl. Now you’re safe, it’s normal to feel overwhelmed.”

You nod, your eyes red and puffy from crying and heavy from exhaustion.

He notices this and gently guides you to lay back down in the bed, helping you get comfortable again before pulling the blankets back over you and settling back down beside you, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Get some more rest, babydoll. I’ll be here with you the whole night.”

You exhale shakily as you settle back into Bucky’s arms. “I’m scared to fall back asleep, bub…” You confess.

He feels your lingering trembles, understanding how terrified you feel after everything you’ve been through. He holds you tighter, still being careful of your injuries, even as he wraps his arms around you like a shield. “Don’t be afraid, love. You’re safe here in my arms… I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

Slowly but surely, your breathing evens out again, returning to a normal pace as sleep claims you once more.

Feeling your body relax and succumb to the exhaustion, Bucky continues holding you protectively, watching you closely as his eyes roam over your sleepy features. He strokes your cheek gently with every twitch of your face, indicating another unpleasant image behind your closed eyes. “Shhh, baby… I’m right here. You’re safe now, beautiful…” He hushes, content to lay here and comfort you as long as you need, just grateful to have you back in his life.

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I NEED PART TWO OF THE MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N L/N!

. . . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT! (part2)

You cackled to yourself after sending the message into your groupchat, quickly returning to the video and beginning to play it again, occasional bursts of giggles slipping through your lips.

Resuming your place in the video—the first clip that began playing was actually from not that long ago at all. It was You, Kat Dennings, Elizabeth Olsen and Zendaya at Taylor Swifts Eras Tour (an experience you would genuinely never forget). Taylor was playing Lover and, in the clip, Kat had your face in one hand and the other wrapped around your waist, bringing you close to her body.

“Lover, can I go where you go—“ Kat sang with Taylor, singing all the lyrics to you and grinning at you, faces inches away from each other. “—Can we always be this close.” She punctuated this lyric with giving you an eskimo kiss.

You smiled sincerely at the memory.

The next clip began up, it was you and Chris Evans doing Playground Insults with BBC Radio 1: the two of you were sat opposite each other, knees touching, Chris was grinning goofily at you, giddy laughs escaping him as you tried to remain straight faced.

“—we’re here with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.” The presenters introduced.

“And we’re about to play Playground Insults . . Now Chris and Y/N are sat opposite each other,” the camera cut to you and Chris, him smiling largely and you looking away to contain your own, “the atmosphere is very tense.”

“We’ve done this quite a few times now but im thinking.. this is the biggest movie of the year, let’s make this the biggest playground insults we’ve ever done.”

“Yep.” Chris nodded, trying not to laugh.

“Chris, hun. . you’re ugly. Like, plain ugly.” You nodded seriously, immediately setting off as you feigned a pained wince to the words. “Everyone’s been talking about it. . just, you’re so atrocious to look at. Honestly, I almost feel arse over tits in horror when I saw you.”

Chris opened his mouth to say something but then faltered and pouted, “no matter how good of an actor I am, I could never even get those words out my mouth about you and make them sound genuine. Seriously.”

The third clip started—it was Chris Hemsworth on a carpet, a bold colourful question at the bottom said ‘WHO HAS THE MOST FANS?’. Chris immediately said, “Y/n.” In that deep Australian accent of his. “Not that I blame the people from choosing her to be the people’s queen, she is truly one of a kind. You’ll only ever meet one Y/n in your lifetime, cherish it. The fans have the right idea.”

It changed to Scarlett with the same colourful question at screen and at the same carpet event: “Oh, Yeah. Y/n, one hundred percent.” She chuckled huskily. “That woman has fans upon fans and seriously, I’m one of them. She is something else.” She grinned, winking at the camera.

After Scarlett, Paul Rudd came onto your screen in the very same clip. “Oh! The legend herself, Y/N Y/L/N.” Paul answered brightly, smiling. “The amount of fans she has is unbelievable—well, it’s definitely believable for someone like her, so, not really unbelievable..”

The forth clip began—it was you all playing Family Feud with Jimmy Kimmel, on his live show. Sebastian and RDJ were currently facing off; Jimmy posed the question “what, other than the sun, are some of the hottest things to exist?”

Sebastian got to the buzzer faster than Robert managed to and didn’t even falter or hesitate as he answered straight away, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

The audience immediately screamed laughed and shrieked in delight, RDJ just nodded his head in understanding and appreciation, clapping his hands. Chris Evans, Mark and Anthony on the other side all looked amused but ultimately accepting (Chris was nodding along almost subconsciously). You were on the other team, looking heavenward with a faint exasperated grin and Scarlet wrapped her arm around your waist, Chris Hemsworth smirking at you both.

The fifth clip started up: it was a behind the scenes shot from Endgame, the big final battle. You were currently in the middle of doing your own stunt, green screen behind you and harnesses strapped to you as you dangled at a halfway point in the air. Your arms and hands were positioned in such a way to show your character manipulating her powers—the position also very much enhanced your chest, with the added help of your superhero attire. You looked hot, even you could admit.

The camera mirthfully panned to some of the rest of the cast who all stood aside while you filmed your scene—said cast being Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Gwyneth Paltrow, RDJ, Elizabeth Olsen and Tessa Thompson. All of their eyes were fixated on you, Robert was the only one grinning in amusement (and awe) while all the others stared at you as though you hung the sun yourself.

“Boobies.” Lizzie giggled faintly, her eyes stuck. The rest of the cast watching dumbly nodded while the crew cracked up behind the cameras.

And if you screenshotted their dumbfounded faces looking ip at on screen you. . well that was your business.

The clip changed. It was now Karen Gillan being interviewed on some carpet event, looking genuinely breathtaking. The interviewer was asking, “—obviously, your friend and co-star Y/N Y/L/N has been in lots of iconic movies. . what is your favourite scene of hers in The Wolf of Wall Street?”

Karen paused with a cheeky little smile, giving the interviewer a a jokingly incredulous look. “Come on.” She simply said. “It’s a bloody no brainer, I’m certain it was Leonardo’s favourite scene too. . I hope it is anyway otherwise he’s a silly, silly man.”

At the same carpet event with the same interviewer, Chris Hemsworth was being interviewed—his wife, Elsa, on his arm and looking half ready to battle off any rude interviewers (queen).

“—what is your favourite scene of hers in Ocean’s 8?”

“All of them!” Elsa answered eagerly, grinning. “Her outfits really accentuated her personality and I enjoyed them very much so. Particularly her outfit for the gala. . the amount of accentuated personality, by gosh, it had me speechless.”

Chris turned her head, obviously trying not to laugh at his wife.

“Nunca he estado más celoso y agradecido por la ropa en mi vida.” Elsa hummed.

You blinked.

The clip changed to you, Sebastian, Lizzie, Paul, Jeremy and Jimmy all on his Tonight Show playing Musical Beers. The slightly unnerving music/beat played in the background while you all stalked around the circle, Paul and Jeremy already out—leaving you, Seb, Lizzie and Jimmy.

As you were all racing around the circular table, Lizzie very obviously swatted your ass and you were impressed with your own body as you watched that impact: the audience erupted into laughs and shrieks, Jimmy playfully covering his eyes as Seb smirked. You thought that would be the end of the clip, but no.

The very disco-esk tune briefly cut out and past time you thought that meant it stopped completely and you’d already reached for the red cup in front of you and chugged it’s contents, only to pause as the music began back up.

“Spit it back! Spit it back!”

You did just that—but when the music actually stopped and Seb was left standing in front of the cup with your (let’s not go there) in it, your mouth popped open in shock. Jeremy gladly backed away from the table in hysterics, Lizzie and Jimmy equally as amused.

“Oh my god, I am—“

Sebastian quickly downed the cup with. . those contents, not even looking all that perturbed.

“So sorry.” You finished, mouth agape.

You vaguely remembered a conversation you’d had with him after the show, sincerely and repeatedly apologising and he was just very, very amused with you. He didn’t seem to mind at all—what an odd man.

“It’s all good.” Sebastian chuckled lowly, wrapping the mortified looking past you in a one armed shoulder hug and squeezing you to him. Lizzie seemed to be trying to trade a very obvious eye message with you—the audience shrieked and screamed in the background.

Another clip began: its was you and Scarlett Johansson doing a trust fall thing, you thought (correctly).

“Scarlett I swear. .” You giggled, looking over your shoulder at the woman behind you—she grinned back at you amusedly, her eyes twinkling.

“Calm down.” She laughed herself. “I’ll catch you don’t worry, gorgeous.”

Still slightly overcome with nervous giggles, you turned and let out a breath as you shut your eyes before holding at your arms and falling back.

And catch you she definitely did—although her hands didn’t exactly land in a PG-13 area, you cackled as you watched her hands grope at your chest to pull you up. In the video, you were also wheezing as were the crew and Scarlett had a cheeky little smirk as she laughed.

When you were finally standing, she gave one last squeeze before finally letting go—on screen you was breathless with giggles.

“Always wanted to do that.” She shrugged simply with a large amused smile.

The next clip began—it was Zendaya and Tom Holland on LADBible, playing that how much do you agree or not game. The statement said was ‘Y/N Y/L/N is everyone‘s celebrity crush’.

Instantly, Tom and Zendaya moved their cups to strongly agree, both of them nodding in solid agreement with the statement: presently, you awed at your friends, ego very much boosted. Well. To be fair, all of this video was massively boosting your ego.

“I mean, come on.” Zendaya made a ‘duh’ face and shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s Y/N.” Tom smiled crookedly, adding onto her comment.

“I am so happy I get to now say that she’s one of my closest friends.” Zendaya beamed genuinely. “She’s—one of those people whose beauty isn’t just an external thing, she’s so lovely man.” She pouted, in awe of you.

Watching the video, you beamed back at her.

The clip changed: Mark Ruffalo was on the Graham Norton show, next to Nicki Minaj and an actor you couldn’t place.

“Who would you say your favourite co-star has ever been, Mark?” Graham inquired.

“I—i would probably have to go with Y/N—“ The crowd instantly erupted into cheers and yells and Nicki smiled next to him, stating that she loved you under the sound of cheering. Mark grinned back at her, mumbling ‘me too’.

“Yeah, she’s a hell of an actress, that one. So easy to work with. Funny as f—hell, she’s just—an extremely genuine and kind person, and she really brings the energy on set.” Mark grinned. “..she’s also the only free pass my wife has ever given me. Which I won’t be using! Because I don’t believe in cheating, it’s scummy! Even though she’s gorgeous—anyone would be lucky!” He had to rise to a shout at the end as the audience erupted.

Nicki giggled next to him, “me personally, I would use that pass.”

You gasped in laughter as you watched the screen, screen-recording it all so you could go back and watch it. Saving it to your folder titled PISSING MY PANTS HRLP

The clip changed yet again, showing a scene from the Winter Solider BTS. You and Sebastian were filming a scene where he had to shoot your character—you watched the ‘Winter Solider’ shoot your character multiple times making you go down with an agonised yell, crawling away from him.

As soon as CUT was yelled, Sebastian’s face dropped from his stone cold (wintery) expression and he raced to you, crouching next to you. He practically tugged you into his lap on the floor, holding you.

“Oh my fuck that—that just felt so real, Y/n. You know I would never hurt you right?” He asked, blinking repeatedly before a small smirk fell on his lips. “You’re way too pretty to injure doll. Can’t ruin your perfect face.”

On screen you huffed in mock anger, hiding an amused grin as you shoved at him—he still held you close to him though, so both of you fell backwards and burst into giggles.

You literally thought ‘I ship them’ as you watched the clip of Sebastian and yourself, forgetting that was you for a moment.

Another clip started up—another behind the scenes. It was you and Tom Hiddleston in Thor : Ragnarok. In the scene Loki was tied down to the chair and your character was meant to intimidate him—you watched yourself take out your character’s daggers and lean forward into his space. One leg leaned up on top of the arm of the chair, sliding one dagger just a hair above the skin of his neck while using the over the move his chin up to be angled to you as you mockingly smiled down at him.

You said your line as your character but Tom remained silent, mouth parted and eyes widened as he gazed up at you—speech failing him. (You knew that they actually decided to include this awestruck look in the movie—the amount of fucking edits you’d seen was unreal).

Eyebrows crinkling you nudged your knee into his chest and he snapped out of it, grabbing your knee in a gentle grip. “Sorry darling, words sometimes seem to fail me in your presence.” He muttered rather hoarsely, still staring up at you.

“I don’t fucking blame him.” Tessa Thompson murmured from behind you both, and the camera moved to show her staring at you in a similar awe.

Present time, you could barely hide your smirk. Literally the biggest ego boost. Of all time.

Again, the clip changed and it was now Natalie Portman looking gorgeous on a carpet event, being interviewed—“if you could have Jane explore another romance than Thor, who would it be and why?”

“Y/N!” Natalia enthused immediately. “Well—her character, but like. Both. Either. One for me, one for Jane. That—would be great. And why? Come on! She’s an absolutely beautiful woman, inside and out. She has this outward glow that you literally cannot and don’t want to look away from and that reflects so much in her personality—once you’ve interacted with her one time, you never want to stop. Ever. I’m not kidding.” She giggled.

Another clip started up quickly—a blooper of you and Chris Evans. In this scene, your characters were meant to kiss after an angsty, angry argument. You stormed into the frame, into the bedroom, completely in character—an angry expression on and ready to go at Steve.

Before you could even let out a single syllable to begin your lines, Chris immediately surged forward and took your face in his hands, kissing the living daylights out of you.

You both pulled back after a bit and you just started at him, questioningly (that kiss was probably one of your best ever, let it be known, Chris Evans was a fantastic kisser).

“I—I thought It’d be good for the scene. .” Chris trailed off bashfully, scratching the base of his neck, literally pulling the excuse out of his arse. In actuality, he hadn’t wanted to spare a moment of the scene where he could be kissing you, well, not doing so.

“Bull!” Scarlett exclaimed as she materialised in the doorway. “He just wanted to kiss you.” She told you, pointedly looking at the man.

“Yeah—i—“ He huffed a defeated sigh, pink-cheeked. “I’ve got nothing. She’s right.”

In hindsight, you thought to yourself, you should probably stop being so shocked when the fanbase starts shipping you with your costars.

The clip changed: now it was you, Elizabeth and Aaron on a carpet event together—all being interviewed at the same time.

“So, Y/n, how does it feel to be in a Maximoff twin sandwich right now?” The interviewer giggled happily, smiling.

Before you could open you’re mouth—“we’re really enjoying it.” Lizzie and Aaron replied at the same time.

The interview gaped and you simply rolled your eyes as the two smirked at either side of you, they’d been talking in sync ever since you’d first met them at the table reading.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t why?” Aaron grinned crookedly. “A beautiful, lovely woman in between us. Honestly, love, there’s not a thought in my head besides you.” He joked, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“I completely support that.” Lizzie chirped in, “ever since I’ve met this gorgeous lady who i now acknowledge as my partner in everything—she’s taken up all of the room in my brain, and I couldn’t be happier.” She giggled, putting her arm around your waist.

In the middle of them both, with an arm over your shoulder and one around your waist—you simply sighed, sparing the giddy interviewer an exaggerated suffering expression.

Again, the clip switched—it was now another blooper of you in the Iron Man movie, the scene where you handed Tony’s arse to him in the boxing ring. Instead of acting as scripted, Gwen Paltrow got up from her seat and strode over to the boxing ring, stepping inside gracefully and planting one right on your lips.

Presently, you giggled as you thought back to this moment. Gwen was your impulsive queen. Your idol.

From the floor, RDJ squawked in shock, exclaiming about being cheated and betrayed and Gwen flung her stiletto off her foot at him without moving from your lips.

When she finally did, she simply smiled at you kindly, “you just looked so good that I couldn’t not kiss you, sweets.” She shrugged and you, on screen, laughed at her as you leaned back in to kiss her cheek.

(Unfortunately the scene was not included in the movie—but Gwen never wasted an opportunity to talk about it, and you, if the chance arose).

The clip moved onto another one—back to the Thor : Ragnarok movie, you and Heimdall were fighting together, however you missed a step in your stunt and ended up stumbling. Idris immediately caught you with a steady arm around your waist, full you to him so you could stabilise yourself.

You smiled up at him thankfully, squeezing his arm in gratitude (totally not because you’d just wanted to feel his bicep).

You watched as your on screen self get distracted again and Idris murmured to Tom who’d now appeared next to him, “I feel like it’s dishonourable how much I want her to fall so I can catch her again now.”

“Mate, trust me,” Tom laughed, “I completely understand. But she doesn’t need the rescuing.”

“That she does not.” Both men smiled fondly as they watched you.

Presently, you were actively refusing to blush.

A different clip started up—Florence Pugh was being interviewed, looking breathtaking in her green dress. “—did you take anything from set?” The interviewer was asking, smiling at Florence.

“Um—not much, just Y/n’s heart.” Florence immediately cracked up at her own joke, smiling widely. “And her underwear too.” She added.

The interviewer opened her mouth to say something more, giggling at Florence as she continued speaking: “and before you ask, no. I wouldn’t be selling, for any price. Finders keepers and all that shite—plus, she’s my girl, so. That rule applies even more so. No one else can take her heart. Or her pants.”

Watching your friend, you giggled at her cheesy smile at her words before getting distracted by your group chat, where multiple of your friends and co-starts had seen your message and were now responding. Your laughter increased tenfold as you opened the thread.

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pleaseee drop your fav stevebucky fics

With pleasure nonny! Here’s a list of some of my all time favorites:

Not easily conquered: THE ultimate Stucky fic, best piece of fiction I’ve ever read, this includes all fanfic and published novels. I can not stress enough how good this is, so detailed and so poetic. If you haven’t read this yet start here, but be prepared for a serious emotional rollercoaster. This fic wrecked me. So probably not a good idea to read it now in the aftermath of Endgame (although it is quite fitting because in the beginning of this fic Steve is also with Peggy)

GI Joes and 2 AM diners: this will break your heart and then mend it again, so brilliantly written and so many feels. Bonus: the smut is excellent too!

To be vulnerable is needed most of all: one of my favorite AU fics in which Steve is a shy comic book artist who falls for his new neighbor Bucky. I read this fic in one go it was just so addictive, characterization is so good, and feels, so many feels. Bonus: lots of domestic Stucky scenes.

War children: pre serum Steve Rogers and war veteran Bucky Barnes, or how two guys in a hopeless situation find comfort with each other and maybe help each other heal in the process too. FEELS

This city bleeds its aching heart: fake marriage, enough said! lol I love this trope every single time but this is one of the best ones I’ve read so far. Very hot and very high on feels.

Into that good night: Interstellar AU, this one is just epic and it works better than I ever thought. Feels! (I shouldn’t even point that out anymore, all of these fics are high on feels lol)

4 minute window: another one of those ‘must read’ Stucky fics, quality of writing is brilliant!

One caress: one of my absolute favorite and sweetest AU’s, Steve has trouble with the concept of touch, Bucky and his dog help Steve to get over it and learn to accept affection and love.

Ain’t no rest for the wicked: where Bucky is a sex worker and Steve his client. You’d expect this to be very smutty, and it is, but the characterization and feels in this are so on point. I’ve never understood bdsm until I read this fic and while it’s still not my favorite subject in this fic it works 100%, this version of both Steve and Bucky are some of my absolute favorites I’ve read.

Of broken dreams and mended hearts: another amazingly written fake marriage AU, I love the dynamics between Steve and Bucky in this one. Dom/sub undertones (I don’t usually love those but it works so well in this fic)

If you let me: short sweet and so incredibly hot.

Living in your letters: another short and perfectly sweet one.

Just say you do: another one of my favorite fake dating fics

Buck me: Steve follows a porn link one night and discovers that his best friend Bucky is secretly a camboy. This one is very explicit but also brilliant when it comes to characterization and build up and feels. Must read!

Come back haunted: one of the best series I’ve read and one of those fics that just makes you fall in love with these characters all over again.

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How about if Bucky was a police detective or a firefighter and ps!reader was like a baker or a nurse and she either Mets in the ER or her bakery and Bucky has like a girlfriend or someone he’s “talking” to and the someone notices that he goes in to the reader’s job more than usual and the girlfriend then goes to her job and says all this stuff but in the end Bucky and ps!reader end up together. Sorry for the rambling!!! 😅

༉‧₊˚. 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

― pairing: firefighter!bucky barnes x plus size!reader

― summary: falling for your avid customer bucky was never in the cards, but when a woman comes storming into your store calling you names, you began to think that he's not who he says he is.

― warnings: bullying, fat shaming, jealousy, hurt/comfort, stalking, mentions of stalking situations, angst, fluff, suggestiveness at the end, flirty bucky, angst with a happy ending.

― wc: 1482

⋆ a/n: thank you so much for this request! it was nice to work on an alternative universe fic, especially firefighter bucky!

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"Good morning sweetness!" Bucky greeted over the sound of your bell hitting the door. You flushed, rolling your eyes as you smiled shyly from behind the counter, brushing some flour off of your hands and onto your apron as you exited the kitchen. "Morning Buck. Same as usual?" He leaned on the glass casings of cupcakes, cakes, cake pops, and other assorted baked treats. Usually, you'd scold customers for dirtying up the glass, but when it came to Bucky, you didn't care.

Bucky was a firefighter with a particular sweet tooth, practically showing up to your establishment almost every day. He was very flirtatious, and heavy on the nicknames as he watched you carefully. At first, the nicknames irritated you, because you thought it was just another man abusing the power of his occupation to catcall a woman, but you saw how kind he was, sometimes even bringing his coworkers Steve & Sam with him. You began to appreciate his arrival, even anticipating his visits whenever you heard the bell sing its similar song.

"So, Doll. I was thinking that maybe you and me could go out to dinner tomorrow night." Butterflies fluttered inside of your stomach at his words, raising an eyebrow as you tried to play your shock off. "Are you asking me out on a date, James?" His grin grew wider as you referred to him as his actual name. "Would that be a problem if I was?" You reached into the casing, pulling out his three chocolate chip cookies he always gets. You knew they for himself, Sam, and Steve. Your heart grew at the selfless act.

"I suppose it wouldn't," You said with faux non-chalance, "Just name the time and place." As you handed him the little baggie full of goodies, you couldn't stop staring at each other with lovesick smiles, even as he left, you burning holes into his muscular back. It was always nice to be able to finish off the day with a smile.

The next day at work seemed to go by too slow for your liking, constantly checking the clock on the wall as you rung customers up.

"Looks like you have somewhere you're eager to be." Your best friend Wanda teased. You rolled your eyes, a tiny grin on your face as you shrugged. "Who knows?" You said playfully. Wanda nudged you with her shoulder, giggling as you feigned annoyance.

Your giggling was cut short by your door hitting the wall, a furious looking woman storming in.

"Which one of you is _______?!" She all but screeched. Your eyes were wide as Wanda rested a hand on your shoulder, giving you a look of concern. "It's okay Wands," You whispered to her, "I got this." Putting on a kind smile, you walked from behind the counter to greet her. This wasn't the first time you had angry customers, but you were always able to calm them down, even coming to an agreement of a refund.

"That's me!" You said with fake enthusiasm. "What can I do for you?" You asked. She just rolled her eyes; her body close to yours as she eyed you up and down. "Stay away from James you fat freak." You could hear gasps come from your customers as your heart fell into your stomach. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean." You said nervously, bile feeling like it was about to rise in the back of your throat.

"What I mean is that he's mine. So, I don't know what you think you're doing flirting with him, but it's got to stop. Now. I'm his girlfriend, and if I ever see you snooping around him ever again, there's going to be some problems." As she stepped closer, you stepped back. "And it's not like he'd ever go for someone as big as you are anyways. Even though he's a firefighter doesn't mean he deals with zoo animals too." She then plastered on a condescending smile. "So, he won't be coming back here anymore. Toodles." With that, she exited out of the store, leaving you standing there utterly humiliated as you tried to wrap your head around what just happened.

Why didn't you say anything? What was she talking about? Bucky had a girlfriend? There were all of these questions swirling in your minds as you felt Wanda's gently hand on your body once more, what she was saying falling on completely deaf ears as you stared at the glass door with your company name on it blankly. All you could do was turn your head to face her with a watery smile. "It's okay, Wands. I'm fine." Despite your words, you disappeared back into the kitchen where you allowed your tears to fall.

You stopped looking at the time, tending to the people that chose to sit in the booths, the college kids that always had study groups there. You knew Bucky was probably waiting for you, but you couldn't find it within your broken heart to care. You had no idea that he was a cheater, the cute — and what you thought was harmless — firefighter turned out to be a total prick. Maybe you got too hopeful. You fell into dark thoughts, ones that you hadn't dwelled on since you were in high school.

You closed up by yourself, bidding Wanda a fruitless goodbye as she held you in her embrace, whispering words of affirmation and encouragement into your ear. Wanda was a good person, the only one that could probably help pull you back from wherever you were falling from.

You were bent over wiping a table when you heard that familiar jingle.

"Sorry, but we're closed," You said, "Come back tomorrow! We open early in the morning." But the door never closed, the bracing breezes brushing up against the naked skin of your arms that your work shirt didn't cover. "I think I already know that." Bucky sounded from behind you. Your whole body froze, your grip on the wet rag tensing as you didn't even bother to look behind you.

"Go away, James." You said coldly. "No." You scoffed and finally turned around. He looked nice, clean shaven, his hair even styled when it was usually always out of place. He dressed up for you.

"I don't go dates with cheaters." You said simply. That made his eyebrows furrow. "Cheater? Doll, I'm single." That made anger bubble deep inside of you. "Oh trust me, I know you're not, because your psycho girlfriend came in my store and humiliated me in front of everyone!" Then, a look of understanding overtook his face, along with one of frustration.

"Goddamn it," Bucky groaned, "Fuckin' Dot." He walked up to you, taking one of your hands in his. You wanted to pull away from him, but the way his callused and worked fingers gripped yours was enchanting. "Baby, that woman... she's—" He gulped. He looked almost anxious. "She's an ex of mine. I broke it off with her and she went psycho. At first, I thought she could just leave me alone, but then... but then she started to stalk me, so I had to get a restraining order against her. It had recently just expired. I figured she had started stalking me again, but I hadn't expected her to be this... to be this bold." He ended with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, _____. I really am. I'm sorry she did that to you, you didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve to be dragged into my shit." You shook your head softly, raising a hand so that it could rest on his now stubble free cheek. "Yes, I didn't deserve it, but you didn't either, Buck. I wish you would have told me about this, yeah, but I understand why you didn't. You wouldn't have scared me away because... because I wanna be with you, and I was really fucking excited when you asked me to go on a date with you." Your thumb caressed his cheek.

He looked at you through his eyelashes, large palms hesitantly landing on your waist, giving you an out to pull away if the gesture made you too uncomfortable. It didn't, instead, it heated up your body, a pleasant warmth settling in your gut at the feeling.

"I would still be willing to go on that date, if you want." You asked. You were scared that he would say no, you did stand him up after all. "Well, the restaurant is closed, but I'm pretty sure that Chinese place is still open. We could order in and watch tv at my place?" You raised an eyebrow at him, smirking. "You're not trying to get me alone so you can get in my pants, are ya, Buck?" You asked playfully. He only chuckled, leaning his head down and brushing his lips against yours.

"It all depends on how you want this night to go."

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So, you all remember this right?

Well, how about a series of mini dabbles or whatever about life at the Avengers Compound? Just short, under 1k stories about reader, being an avenger and living with these guys. (Most likely in a relationship with Bucky too because it’s me writing them)

Just trying to think of things to do in between ITHK and ICRYM chapters

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◆ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ◆

Kinktober is finally here. Sorry this took so long... I have been quite sick. But the links should all be fixed up now.... Also, this is my first time writing this event as well, so eh. If it's bad, I'm sorry. But, without further ado, let's get started. ♥︎

All works are mature, viewers be advised.

Masterlist Menu

Day 1: Car Sex - [STEVE ROGERS]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : A trip turned sour due to a storm. But, luckily, Steve knows just the thing in turning this gloomy day into a more steamy one.

Day 2: Voyeurism - [STEVE ROGERS]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Biker Gang Leader doesn't like sharing unless it's to do with his best friend.

Day 3: Shower Sex - [BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : When Bucky comes from a long and stressful day, he only wants one thing... You bent over.

Day 4: Food Play - [STEVE ROGER]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : It all started with a simple dinner and a movie. But when Steve asked if you wanted dessert, you knew your sugar was about to spike from more than just the sweetness of the fruits and chocolate.

Day 5: Exhibitionism - [BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Bucky couldn't keep his hands off you on a regular basis. But when he sees you in such a sexy outfit, he has no choice but to drag you to the nearest bathroom.

Day 6: Rough/Possessive sex - [BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You wanted to show your hot-headed lover that you could protect yourself. And what better way than to go looking for his number on rival....

Day 7: Thigh riding/dry humping - [STEVE ROGERS]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You sweet boyfriend wanted to share something with you. But your neediness had other plans.

Day 8: Sensory Deprivation - [STEVE ROGERS]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were his work of art, and he loved to watch you squirm under him.

Day 9: Cock Warning - [BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Bucky kept getting lost over and over again. Becoming increasingly more frustrated with the technology in front of him as time passes, it's a good thing you are here to help him cool off.

Day 10: Bondage - [BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : It's Bucky turn to know what it feels like to have rope pull and tug on his beautiful skin, and he can't help my whimper at the sheer idea of it.

Day 11: Bike Sex - [BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Bucky had begged for weeks for you to go for a ride with him... Cavinging in, you finally realize how pleasurable it is to ride his bike.

Day 12: Size Kink/Size Difference - [STUCKY]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your two professors were more than happy to show you some tips and tricks to help you study.

Day 13: Breath Play - [BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Bucky can't help but send death glares to any man who tried to have your attention for too long. Too bad you don't belong to him… yet.

Day 14: Marking/Biting - [STEVE ROGERS]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Wanda needed your help with trying out one of her experiments, and let's just say Steve was about to never let you leave the bedroom ever again because of it.

Day 15: Dumbification/Corruption - [BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Bad Boy Bucky wanted to change for you. Be the better man you deserved, but what if you ended up changing more than him?

Day 16: Spit Play - [BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were in love with the enemy, and oh, how it was it exciting.

Day 17: Fingering/Squirting - [STEVE ROGERS]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You needed him, any part of him. But Steve wanted to see you squirm. To see you cry and beg for him to satisfy you.

Day 18: Toys/Mirror Sex - [STEVE ROGERS]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Steve couldn't decide what gift to buy you while he was on a mission in paris. So he bought them all and now wants you to try them out. Every. Single. One.

Day 19: Dacryphillia - [STUCKY]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : late night conversations aren't supposed to end in sex... right?

Day 20: Sex pollen - [BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were gifted an Asgardian plant from Thor since he knew you loved greenery. Little did anyone know the pollen had some weird side effects when inhaled.

Day 21: Temperature Play - [STEVE ROGERS]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your undead lover had finally come back from a late night hunt, finding you shivering from the winter weather. But do not fret, as he was...skilled in keeping others warm-ish.

Day 22: Double Penetration - [STUCKY]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You're the newest member to join one of the most famous rock bands. And luckily for you they are all hot...and fuckable.

Day 23: Praise/Body Worship -[BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Overhearing for so-called friends make fun of your "failures" in life made your loving mobboss boyfriend very unhappy. No one makes his Doll cry.

Day 24: Cum eating overstim - [STEVE ROGERS]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Stevie couldn't help it. Every time he saw you, he felt himself grow heavy in his slacks. You were everything he needed. And he needed you now.

Day 25: Caught in the act - [STEVE ROGERS]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You wanted to help your boyfriend relax. It just so happened that some poor soul decided to interrupt.

Day 26: Sir Kink/Mafia both - [STUCKY]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were hiding a big secret from your two loving boyfriends. What happens when they finally find out?

Day 27: Succubus/incubus - [STEVE ROGERS]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Halloween is filled with spooky ghost stories and haunted places. But what if you end up walking right into a nightmare that was hiding a dream?

Day 28: Tentacles - [BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You're a mercenary, searching for your next job in the galaxy. Little did you know, being stuck on a wateland planet was about to gift you more than just galactic credits.

Day 29: Monster Fuckers - [BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Rain was pouring, and your heart was aching. You didn't care what the villagers nor that priest thought about him. You loved him, and you were going to prove it.

Day 30: Werewolf On Heat/Breeding - [BUCKY BARNES]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You didn't know what it meant to be on heat, let alone know you could have one since you weren't a wolf... but here you were, and Bucky was going to help you through it.

Day 31: Dilf And Filth - [STUCKY]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your professors just want to help you learn and gain knowledge. Your first lesson happened to be very educational...

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📖"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 4861

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, referenced childhood abuse and resultant mental health issues, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, childhood abuse, self-harm, mental illness, and alcohol abuse.

Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter of this fic! Story Masterpost

11. Palmiers

Bucky

Because he’s on the far end of the spectrum, Bucky’s sex drive is affected by his condition. He wakes up hard almost every morning of his life, and Steve doesn’t need much encouragement to get himself worked up into the same state very quickly. Mutual morning jerk offs were always bound to become part of their routine.

They take a shower and stand toe to toe, hands sliding and groping all over each others’ slick bodies, pulling on their cocks until both of them are shooting off against each other’s bellies. The water washes it away, and Steve gives him a deep, happy kiss. “Mmm. Mornin’.”

“Blegch. Go brush your teeth, you heathen.”

Steve laughs and gets out of the shower. Bucky stays in for a few minutes longer, adjusting the spray to its hardest setting and letting the hot water beat down on his back and shoulders. He sighs and stretches his neck this way and that, trying to get his vertebrae to pop, but his muscles are all too tight, and the stretching just seems to make it worse. Bucky drops his head in defeat. In all honesty, his shoulders and neck and back are all pretty fucked after months of near-constant use of his prosthetic.

Steve’s right: he doesn’t usually wear it this much. And he’s also right that Bucky’s been wearing it all day every day because he wants to feel powerful and able bodied in front of Mary. As per usual, Steve is the first one to have noticed what maladaptive behavior pattern he’s doing and why, and pointed it out to him. It really is for the best, Bucky knows. Because he can’t sustain wearing the arm all the time anymore. The thing is just too damn heavy.

The engineers who designed it have made tweaks and adjustments over the years. They’ve done all they can to lighten the load as much as possible, but the thing still weighs over twenty pounds. Twenty pounds doesn’t sound like much, but when it’s pulling on the same muscle groups day in and day out, everything in Bucky’s body winds up getting strained and unbalanced. He understands better now, how women fuck up their necks so badly from shouldering their purses (or their tits) around. A little bit of weight makes a big difference.

As a Dom, Bucky may have a tiny problem admitting when he needs help. He has to be in quite a bit of pain, trouble, or both, before he’ll ever speak up and allow himself to be vulnerable like that. It’s an inherent behavior that shrinks have been trying to therapize and medicate out of him since he was a kid, but nothing ever changed it much. Falling in love with Steve helped; Bucky can let himself be more vulnerable around him. But even still, it’s no small thing that he regularly approaches his husband to ask for help in getting his arm back on correctly (Bucky can do it, but it’s a pain in the ass, getting the mechanism lined up just right before it’ll take).

He gets out of the shower and dries off, then approaches Steve with the prosthesis. “Gimme a hand?”

Steve makes a cheerful noise of acknowledgement around his mouthful of toothpaste, spits and rinses, then takes the arm from Bucky. He lines it up just so, and then Bucky feels the deep shudder of the arm’s inner workings coming to life as they recognize their mate. The arm attaches and Steve lets go.

“Thanks babe.”

“Uh huh.”

It’s as Bucky’s bending over and pulling up his underwear and joggers that a spasm runs through his back and he cries out in a pained, “Ah!”

“Babe? What’s wrong?”

Gritting his teeth, Bucky slowly stands back up. He’s able to get his pants up, but when he tests the movement of his neck and shoulders, the pain flares again. It feels like everything between the base of his skull and his mid back is seizing up. “Fuck,” he hisses, frustrated. It’s his day off. He’d been planning to go to the gym for his long workout.

Steve steps up and puts a worried hand on his left shoulder. “Babe? Do you need it off?”

“No. I need some painkillers and a magnesium tablet,” he grunts, already turning around (full body, because turning his head is a bad idea right now). “Fuck.” He starts off for the kitchen.

Steve follows along with worried protests, telling him to lay his “stubborn ass” down and he’ll get it for him. Bucky ignores him and goes to the kitchen cabinet where they keep their supplement stuff. He winds up yelling again when he tries to reach up and grab the ibuprofen. “Fuck!” he says angrily.

“Babe, I said to let me do it,” Steve scolds, his hand back on Bucky’s shoulder. “And let me take this off. It’s hurting you.”

“Steve, back off,” he snaps, angry and waspish from being in pain, and from being frustrated with his own goddamn body.

“What’s going on?”

Bucky turns his head without thinking, hisses in pain, and then turns himself full-body to face in Mary’s direction. She’s standing there looking at the two of them in concern, one hand holding one of those swirly, flaky, crack-cookies that she makes, and the other holding a cup of tea. Her eyes widen at the sight of Bucky’s arm and body, reminding him that this is the first time she’s seen him without a shirt on. “Nothin’,” Bucky grunts.

“Shit,” she says. “Are you guys fighting? Is this a couples’ fight? I’ll just …” She turns to leave back towards her room.

“We’re not fighting,” Steve says. “Buck’s just being an ass. He gets that way when he’s in pain.”

Bucky would turn his head to glare at him, but it isn’t worth another flair of agony in his shoulder. “I’m fine,” he says, when Mary comes back over. “It’s fine,” he stresses. He opens the pill bottle and dumps three capsules into his palm. “Jeez, will everybody stop babying me? I just need a glass of water.”

“I’ll get it,” Steve says, causing Bucky to huff once again. “Don’t be a jerk, babe.”

“Why are you in pain?” Mary asks, her eyes tracing all over the left side of Bucky’s scarred up body. “Is it … does your arm hurt?”

“No. It just fucks up my muscles, sometimes.”

“Your muscles?”

Bucky sighs impatiently. “Steve, do you know where the heating pad is?”

“I’ll have to look.” Steve has returned with a glass of water, and Bucky tosses back the handful of pills, wincing at how even the slight motion of raising his arm up makes his trap twinge in protest. “Ugh.”

“You should get a massage,” Mary suggests, and Bucky fights not to lash out at her. She doesn’t know that one of his biggest pet peeves in life is having other people tell him what he “should” do.

“My PT maxed out back in October,” he tells her. “Doesn’t renew again till January.”

Steve takes the water glass from him once he’s done. “Go lie face down on the bed,” he murmurs. “I’ll find the heating pad.”

“Well I could do it,” Mary blurts out. Both Bucky and Steve pause and look at her. She looks surprised, too, as though she hadn’t been planning to say the words until they were out of her mouth, and now doesn’t know how to continue “Um, that is ..." she gestures weakly with her cookie. “I just meant I know how to, if you wanted.” Eventually her cheeks color and she looks away. “Erm, Nevermind.”

“Wait,” Steve says. When Mary turns back, he’s looking at her earnestly, and Bucky thinks, Oh no. “You know how to give a back massage? Like a real one?”

“Yeah. My, ah, my ex always had neck problems, so.” She shrugs, looking embarrassed. “I took a class at the community college, learned the basics.”

Bucky blinks. That’s the subbiest fucking thing he’s ever heard. “You did this for the husband that beat you?” he drawls, immediately regretting it because it comes out sounding way more derogatory than he intends it to. “Sorry. I just … actually would pay good money for a massage right now. If you know how to do it.”

Mary bites her lip, looking deliciously shy and sweet. Bucky’s mood sours as he realizes that she doesn’t really want to. He’s about to let her off the hook, but then some unconscious movement he makes without meaning to has him flinching in pain again. “Sheezus,” he complains.

“It’s not usually this bad,” Steve worries.

“I must’a slept on it wrong.”

Mary nods, as if this settles it. “Okay. Well, go in the bedroom and tie your hair up so it's out of the way.” She turns to Steve, all but dismissing Bucky now that she’s got a task to complete. Bucky fights back an amused smirk as he heads towards the bedroom, and he hears Mary bossing Steve around, telling him she needs dry oil, the heating pad, towels, and all the seat cushions off the couch.

The fuck does she need those for? Bucky thinks as he pads back into his and Steve’s room.

He finds out a moment later, when Mary and Steve come in with a couch cushion each, and Steve goes back out to get another. They lay them in a line on the bed, and Mary directs Bucky to lie on top of them, with his body placed just so and his face down just there, and … Oh. He gets it.

She’s left space between the cushion under Bucky’s chest, and the next cushion up, which supports his forehead. The gap creates a drop through for his face—like a massage table. And when she shapes the towel into a donut shape and sticks it there, it's pretty much perfect.

“Oh,” Bucky says, as he’s settling into place. “Oh, that’s actually really smart.” He can’t see Mary from his position, but somehow he senses her preening over the praise anyway. Steve returns from the bathroom with the heating pad and oil. “Found this stuffed in the back of the linen closet. I don’t know what ‘jojoba’ is, but, um … it’s either that or the virgin olive out in the pantry.”

“Do not use that,” Bucky grumbles. “Shit’s expensive, and I don’t wanna smell like garlic truffle for the next three days.”

“That’ll work fine.” Mary is totally task focused, ignoring Bucky’s surliness and telling Steve to apply the heating pad across Bucky’s shoulders and neck for thirty minutes before they get started.

“Thirty minutes?!” Bucky complains, unable to see anything but the top of the bedcovers as the two of them go out into the hallway.

“Just relax, Babe,” Steve says (and if Bucky isn’t mistaken, he sounds amused). “Take a nap.”

“I just woke up!” He scoffs at the bedspread when the door quietly ‘snicks’ shut and he realizes that he’s been abandoned. “Well okay then,” he mutters petulantly. Steve is right: he does turn into an ass when he’s in pain. Hmm. Maybe he should work on that.

Steve

Steve turns the tv onto a low volume so they can talk without Bucky hearing. “Sorry about him,” he says. “He’s a humongous jerk whenever he’s feeling crummy.”

“You mean it’s not just all the time?” Mary drawls.

“He’s … just one of those people you have to learn to love before you like them.” Mary raises an eyebrow, and Steve winces. “Er, that sounded harsh. Don’t tell him I said that.”

She twists her lips and looks down. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Thanks, Hon. You want more tea?”

“Yes please. There’s more of the palmiers in a baggie next to the coffee pot, if you want any.”

“Heck yeah, I love those things.” Steve had thought the prepackaged ones at Starbucks were good, hadn’t even realized that they weren’t supposed to be all stale and hard like that. Just another commercialized pastry that Mary’s gone and ruined him for. He goes into the kitchen and makes himself coffee and Mary tea, knowing by now how she takes it.

She thanks him silently as he returns and joins her on the couch, both of them sitting close to one another on the chaise, since it’s the only part of the couch that still has its cushion.

"Palmier is French. Know what else they call these?" Mary asks.

Steve's lips quirk. Mary's always got these little facts she knows about the origins of this pastry or that. It's cute. Endearing. "No," he plays along. "What?"

"Elephant ears, because of the shape, see?"

"Oh yeah. Huh. That's neat."

She goes back to eating and sipping at her teacup, and after a moment of unrequited, affectionate staring, Steve looks away. "Elephant ears," he murmurs, trying not to be mopey. "That's funny."

They split the palmiers between them, and aside from the sounds of them munching cookies and sipping their drinks, it’s quiet for a long time. Steve made both the tea and the coffee very hot, so they at least have the excuse of cradling and blowing on their steaming mugs to keep the silence from being too awkward. Mary keeps her eyes trained forward, but Steve gets the sense that she isn’t really paying attention to the home renovation program that’s playing on the tv. His suspicions are confirmed when she eventually asks,

“So: His arm.”

Steve inhales slowly. “Yeah. His arm.”

“What happened?”

Steve frowns. He can tell by her inflection that she’s asking not just about the arm, but about the state of Bucky’s entire left side from shoulder to hip. “We were in the army,” he confides. “Deployed overseas. I made captain young, but he was a specialist in the field: a sniper. So I wasn’t put into the same types of situations as he was. His convoy got blown up by an IED. And when the dust settled …” He shrugs. “No more arm.”

“Oh.” Mary sits there and absorbs that information. “I guess I kind of figured it was something like that. I mean what else is there, besides like, a shark attack or something?”

Steve’s mouth twitches. Shark attack, ha. He’ll have to suggest that one to Buck. Might be fun to lie about, the next time a stranger asks. “Naw, just a boring old bomb. And afterwards, well. It was a long road for him, after. He didn’t have the arm when I met him.”

Mary turns her head, surprised. “Oh. You two didn’t meet in the army?”

“No, after. I met him at the V.A., when he was already angry, hurt, and didn’t want to be where he was.” Steve looks over and gives her a meaningful look. “Kind of like when I first met you.”

Her eyes widen, and then her face colors and she looks away again, pulling her knees up and hunkering over her mug. “Was I really that bad?” she mumbles.

“... You were pretty bad, Honey.”

She frowns and doesn’t say anything, and Steve decides to leave it alone. “So yeah, his arm. He got into a program for experimental cybernetics. It was a big gamble. Back then, he still had his arm down to nearly the elbow, which meant he could use a lot of the different types of prostheses they had on the market. The less arm you have, the less they can do for you. The surgeries for the implant required removal all the way up to and including his left shoulder blade. So if he went through with it and the procedures didn’t work out, he’d be left with less function than he started with.”

“Jeez.”

“Hm, yeah. It was a risk.” Steve stares across the living room as he remembers all of the hospital stays and surgeries and revisions and therapy appointments. “Luckily it worked out. They replaced some bones with metal supports, some of his natural muscle with enhanced synthetic tissue. His body didn’t reject any of the junk they were putting in him, which was the biggest worry. All in all, it took five surgeries over the course of three years, and then a shit ton of physiotherapy. Buck says it was worth it, now, but it wasn’t a walk in the park when it was happening, I’ll tell you that.”

Beside him, Mary makes a sad little noise in her throat. “But … all that and it still gives him pain?”

“Yeah. He gets PT for it, but like he said; it never winds up lasting the full year. I force him to my veterans' support group when I can, but he’s gotta be in a really charitable mood for that.” Steve snorts humorlessly. “He’s always hated being disabled. It doesn’t jive with his DPD. You know that stereotype about men: never wanting to stop and ask for directions?”

“Yeah.”

"Well it's true. And then you take a guy who’s as far on the spectrum as Bucky is, and it’s ten times worse.” He widens his eyes in emphasis and gets a little giggle out of Mary for it, which makes him warm with pride. He pulls his feet up onto the couch next to Mary’s and nudges her knee with his. “Just fair warning: He’s the worst patient I’ve ever seen. So don’t take it personally if he’s grumpy at you in there.”

Mary frowns and looks away. “Well, I mean I don’t have to do this. If he doesn’t want to.”

“Pretty sure he wants to. And he needs help with it, whether his stubborn ass wants to admit it or not.”

She nods, though she still doesn’t look confident. “It’s been over a year since I worked on anybody …”

“Well then this’ll be good practice for you, won’t it?” Steve nudges her again in encouragement and tells her to finish up her tea: He doesn’t expect Bucky’ll lie around patiently for much longer.

(“Oh, and Hon, maybe don’t tell him we were out here talking about him this whole time.”)

(“Duh.”)

In the bedroom, Mary climbs onto the bed next to where Bucky is laid out on the couch cushions. She takes the heating pad off his neck and puts it aside, looking nervously over the broad expanse of his back. “Um …” She reaches for the oil bottle and pumps some into her hands. She spends a long, long time just spreading it between her hands and staring at Bucky, until finally he snaps,

“What’s the holdup?”

“Babe, be nice,” Steve warns. “Mary? You need anything?”

“Um, no. It’s just … usually I'd ..." She makes an aborted move, like she's thinking about repositioning herself, but winds up staying where she is. "Right," she mutters to herself. "This'll work fine." She reaches forward like she’ll start rubbing Bucky’s back, hesitates, shuffles closer to his side, then sets her hands on his shoulders.

Bucky doesn’t so much as twitch, but he’s not used to new people touching him, and Steve would bet money that his eyes are clenched shut right now.

“Okay,” Mary warns. “I haven’t done this in awhile, so don’t get your hopes up for a miracle or anything.”

“Anything’ll be better than what I can do myself,” Bucky says gruffly, voice somewhat muffled by the cushions. “Just go to town. You can’t hurt me any worse.”

Steve can see Mary’s face, and he knows by now what she looks like when she’s flustered. Awkwardly, he steps to the side, heading for the door. “I’ll just go watch some—”

“No!” Mary squeaks, and when Steve turns back around she’s looking at him with wide eyes. “Don’t leave,” she says, like being left alone touching Bucky is the worst possible thing that could happen. Steve doesn’t miss how the muscles in Bucky’s arms do tense at hearing her plead for Steve to stay.

“Uhm, okay. I’ll just … be over here.” He leans back against the dresser, feeling almost painfully awkward. Once again, he’s reminded how Mary has shown absolutely no desire to engage in sexual contact with them. He hopes she doesn’t think this is a ploy to force physical contact. She was the one who suggested it, after all.

She starts at the base of Bucky’s skull, rubbing her thumbs in small circles. “As I go along, try to tell me which areas feel the worst,” she murmurs, and Bucky hums in acknowledgement. Steve watches as she pushes and circles and kneads Bucky’s neck, working down on into his shoulders. He’s struck by how feminine and tiny her hands look against Bucky’s body … and then has to steer his mind away from the thought of how tiny they might look in other places.

“Ah, fuck,” Bucky gasps, when she reaches a certain spot on the left side of his neck.

She freezes. “Bad?”

“Nngh. Good,” he slurs. “That whole area from there goin’ down into my back ‘n all around my shoulder blade is where it’s worst.”

“Okay.” She tentatively presses around in and around the left side of his neck and shoulder. “Oh, yeah. It starts right here and goes down.” She slides her hand down the muscle and hums. “Oh, I can feel it.”

(Steve tries really hard not to think sexual thoughts.)

“Riiight here? and … here?"

Between the cushions, Bucky’s voice comes out in a series of garbled moans.

“That’d be a yes,” Steve interprets, and Mary actually shoots him a grin at that. Glad to have cut the tension a bit, he dares to take a few steps closer to the bed. He peers down at what Mary’s doing, the way her fingers dig in at sharp, focused points in some places and rub more gently in others. “It’s your trap that’s the worst,” she mutters distractedly, feeling around with her hands and staring off into space with the tip of her tongue poking out at the corner of her mouth. It’s cute. “Mmm, but probably your levator scapulae, too. Those tend to get fucked up hand in hand.”

“Mmrr.”

“And here: your rhomboid.”

“Ooh!”

“Tender?”

“Shuyeahhh,” Bucky grunts, then his breath hitches when she digs into another spot. “Oh, yep yep right there. Was’that?”

Steve can’t help but grin. Bucky sounds like he’s drooling at this point.

“Your trapezius muscle. It's big. Does a lot of work, covers a large area. Probably the main offender.” Mary hums and feels around a little more. “Oof, yeah. You’ve got a whole bunch of tension right here.”

“You can feel it?” Steve asks, fascinated. He can't see anything.

“Yeah. Here, gimme your hand.” Steve is taken aback when she grabs his hand and guides his fingers into place, her own smaller hand pressing down. “Riiight there. You feel it?”

Steve swallows thickly. “Ah, yeah.” His eyes flick from her hand on his hand on Bucky’s back, up to her face, and back again before she can catch him looking. “Y-yeah it’s hard.” He grimaces at his choice of words (If he's not careful, "it" soon will be).

“I’m gonna focus on this one for a few minutes,” Mary tells Bucky. Then you can guide me around to the other bad spots.”

“Sounds good,” he slurs. Steve is about to take a step back again, but then Bucky calls out, “Hey Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Pay attention to what she’s doin’. It feels really fuckin’ good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhm. You can learn n' do it next time,” he says dreamily. On his back, Mary’s hands still for the briefest of seconds. “S’goood.”

Steve nods and comes back to sit on the bed. “Okay,” he agrees, scooting in close and glancing at Mary. Her face looks pinched all of a sudden, her expression stiffened as if in annoyance. “I promise I’m not as dumb as I look,” he jokes, and watches as her face smooths out and she smiles a little.

“Oh! Oh no it’s … it’s okay, I don’t mind. I’ll teach you how.”

“Don’t mind me, m’just a teaching tool,” Bucky drawls, and Steve laughs and pats his shoulder.

“Yeah you are. So shut up and let her teach.”

Bucky grunts and shuts up. Steve looks to Mary for instruction. He can tell she’s uncomfortable, but she manages to hide it well and keep herself on track. The more he pays attention, the sooner she can get herself out of this and never have to do it again. “Ready to learn,” he tells her.

“Now when you’re doing this, you can get more leverage if you straddle his waist.” She says this like it’s a foregone assumption that she would never dare to sit on Bucky’s waist, and Steve is sure she doesn’t notice the grumpy huff of breath Bucky gives.

“Right,” Steve says, pained. “Okay, so where are the bad spots again?”

“Put your hand here.” She takes his hand again and places it just to the left of Bucky’s spine at the level of his shoulder blade. “Slide your fingers out. There. Feel that difference? Feel how it changes when you move out to just … there?” She guides his fingers, and Steve nods.

“Y-yeah.” Mostly, he’s just thinking about how nice Mary’s warm, oiled, tiny hand feels guiding his hand around. “Yeah.”

“The trap’s on top, but there are other muscles underneath of this one, and that differentiation you feel is where the rhomboid is ending and the—”

She keeps talking, and Steve tries to pay attention and learn, he really does. But his mind is a veritable sieve, for how well he retains the information. It’s all in one ear and out the other, ninety percent of his attention stuck on Mary’s hands on him, guiding him, pressing on his fingers and gliding his touch over Bucky’s skin. Fuck, how did they wind up here?

Eventually, having taught Steve the basics, Mary lets him go and works on Bucky’s shoulders for a little while more. For the most part it’s quiet, with Bucky making soft grunts of pain whenever she finds a new cluster of knotted muscle, and sighs of relief once she works them out.

Her hands linger on Bucky’s mid back when she’s done. She doesn’t seem to know what to do. “Erm. Okay. I think … I think that’s it.”

When neither Bucky nor Steve says anything, she retreats on her own, getting off the bed and looking between Bucky’s prone form and Steve’s sorrowful expression. “So, kay. You can get up, if you want. Just move slowly.”

Bucky’s right hand gives her the thumbs up symbol, but the entire rest of his body doesn’t move. “Thanks Mare. Just give us a second. That was really good. Thank you. Thanks for teaching Steve.”

It’s the “Thanks for teaching Steve” that seems to do it. Mary’s expression firms up and she nods curtly, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her. Steve stays sitting on the bed next to Bucky in silence for a long minute, then says knowingly, “Got a boner?”

“Yep.”

*This chapter would've had the "breaking point," but I don't like to post chapters of more than 4-5000 wordcounts on Tumblr. So the next part will be up in a bit once I fine tune and add to it.

**And to anyone who's only ever had store bought, pre-packaged palmiers: I'm so sorry. Along with Madeleines, those should never be eaten more than a few hours max after they've been baked.

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