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I love how she speaks her mind 😆 and if course Bucky falls in love with Alpine at first sight.
Indecent Proposal (5)
Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.
Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of former shitty boyfriends, the reader doesn’t take shit from anyone, sexy mobsters, slow burn (kinda), fluff, first date, a hint of making out, please don’t put your cat into a tux 😉
Indecent Proposal (4)
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“8 pm, wear whatever you want,” you read the message coming along with the huge bouquet of roses out loud. “If you want to, you can wear the gift.”
You dip your head to glance at the box containing the most beautiful, and probably most expensive dress you ever saw. Sexy but classy, your mother would say.
They gifted you a rose solid one-shoulder cape bodycon dress. “It’s nice but…” You lick your lips.
Scott never put much effort into your dates. The only thing he ever bought for you was some ice cream. In the end, he ate it and you had to buy a new one.
“It’s really nice,” you dip your head to look at your cat. “What do you think, Alpine? Do you want mommy to wear the dress and get banged like never before or do we want to spend the night cuddling on the sofa?”
Alpine lifts his head, meows, and ignores you once again. He’s a lazy fluffy beast when you are alone. Your cat only ever got aggressive and loud when Scott was around.
“So…you want me to go and have some fun?” You question. “Come on, Alpine. I need your help to decide if it’s better to pack my shit and run or get whatever I desire from those sexy bastards.”
Alpine slowly gets up from the bed to walk toward the box with the dress. He steps inside with two paws, sniffing at the dress. “What?”
He meows loudly and jumps into the box to snuggle into the dress.
“Now that’s not nice of you! Alpine, you’ll ruin the dress. There will be hairs all over the dress, you sneaky bastard!”
You sigh and grab your phone. If you want to go out, you gotta tell them you cannot wear the dress.
“Hello doll,” Bucky immediately picks up the phone, taking you by surprise. You almost dropped the phone. “What can I do for you, pretty girl?”
“I-I can’t wear the dress, Mr. Barnes.”
“Why? Do you not like it? It’s the color, right?” Steve must’ve snatched the phone out of his husband’s hands. “I told Bucky so.”
“No…it’s nice…very nice….but Alpine just snuggled into the box and won’t let me grab the dress. He’s a bastard!”
“Let me handle this!” You hear a commotion, and then someone knocks at your door. “Doll! Y/N! It’s me Bucky. Lemme inside. I’ll take the bastard down.”
“What?” You walk a little faster when you hear his voice grow louder. “Mr. Barnes. What are you doing?” You scream as the door bursts open.
“Where is the bastard?” He rushes inside your apartment, gun aimed as you stumble back. “Where is he? Did he hurt you? Are you hurt?” Bucky looks you up and down while Steve follows him inside your apartment.
“No-no—” you stammer and point at your bedroom. “Please don’t shoot him. He’s an asshole but I like him.”
“I got it covered!” Bucky disappears inside your bedroom, and you worry he’ll shoot your cat. A heartbeat passes, and another until you hear him chuckle inside your bedroom.
“Please don’t shoot him!”
“Stevie, look at that little bastard!” Bucky walks out of the room, holding your cat in his arms. “The little furball snuggled into the dress I got for Y/N. I bet he smelled me on it. Look.”
You gasp as your cat rubs his head against Bucky’s chest. He purrs and allows Bucky to pat his head. “But…but he hates men.”
“Nah, he loves me,” Bucky ruffles Alpine’s fur. “Right buddy? You like your new daddy.”
“Buck, no!” Steve shakes his head. He already knows what his husband is about to say.
“Can we keep him? Let’s bring Y/N and the cat home,” Bucky hums as your cat jumps onto his shoulder. Alpine taps Bucky’s shoulder with his paws before getting comfortable. “Aw, look at the pretty boy.”
“You must excuse my husband,” Steve sighs again. “He just loves getting all the attention from pretty girls and boys.”
“As if you never tried to get some pretty guy’s attention,” Bucky grunts.
“Well, I got yours, didn’t I,” the blonde says. “I don’t have time for other boys. You give me a run for my money already.”
“Can we keep him?” Bucky pouts and points at your cat on his shoulder. “Doll, you wanna go home with us and take Alpine with you, right?”
“We were talking about a date,” you point out. They don’t need to know you imagined how it would be to live with them. “I can’t just move in with you. I got a job, and my cat…and all my stuff.”
Steve looks around your living room. “We can bring all your belongings to our home within three hours. No problem.”
You gape at them. “What? When I tried to get a mover, they told me I’d get an appointment in four months!”
“Oh, baby doll,” Steve cups your face with both hands (much to his husband’s chagrin) and presses a soft kiss on your lips. “Your wish is our command. Name it and it will happen.”
“I-“ You're overwhelmed once again. No one ever put so much effort into winning you over. Scott simply invited you for dinner (which you had to pay for in the end). “I wanted to have dinner first and wear the dress.”
“Hmmm…” Bucky nods thoughtfully. “How about we order the food you love from any restaurant in town? We can eat within an hour.”
“Let me guess,” you roll your eyes at Steve, “you want me to have dinner with you at your home.”
“Bucky is not wrong,” Steve gets cocky and steals another kiss, eagerly suckling at your tongue. “We would have you all to ourselves and you’d have our full attention. We promised to behave too.”
“I don’t believe you,” you cup the back of Steve’s back and dominate the next kiss, “but you broke my door. I’ll have dinner with you at your home and spend the night at your home with Alpine until you repair my door.”
“Woohoo!” Bucky whistles. “We will get lucky soon, Steve.”
“No sex!” You tut. “I want more than one date. If you want to have children with me, I’m going to be a mom, and you are going to be fathers. We should know more about each other than the size of your dicks and how my pussy tastes.”
“Oh, fuck me, Stevie! She’s going to be the death of us…”
“How did you do this?” You step inside the dining room, gasping loudly as there are roses on the table, and candles lit. You can smell the food you ordered and the two of them wait for you, wearing tuxedos.
“Magic,” Bucky smirks as you glance at Alpine sitting on one of the chairs. “See, Alpine is wearing a tux too.”
“How’d you get the beast inside the tux?”
“I made a few calls while Bucky dressed the cat,” Steve walks toward you to pull the chair for you. “He’s a little giddy tonight. Bucky is pumped up from the incident earlier. He didn’t listen to your words and believed you were in danger.”
“How’d you come to my place so fast?” You sit down and watch the men take a seat next to you. Steve to your right, and Bucky to your left. “Wouldn’t it be better if we can look each other in the eyes while having dinner?”
“We were watching your apartment to make sure you’re safe and sound,” Bucky blurs out before Steve can come up with a lie. “We care for you, baby doll.”
“Did you stalk me?” You cock a brow. “Bucky?”
He’s busy playing with your cat and doesn't answer.
“We call it keeping you safe, Y/N,” Steve answers before his husband can mess the night up even more. “Our kind of business is dangerous. We fear that people already know that you are our girl. Scott couldn’t keep you safe, but we can.”
“I don’t know if you want to scare me,” you lean closer to Steve to look him deep in the eyes, “or make me wet before I have had dinner…”
Part 6
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#indecent proposal (5)#steve rogers#bucky barnes#mobster!steve rogers#mobster!bucky barnes#mafia au#stucky x reader#stucky x female reader#female reader
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Steve deserves all the piss taking !
pretty when you cry - drabble
pairings: soft dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader and biker!steve x soulmate
notes: idk how to tag this so let’s just enjoy it for what it is pls lol also sorry in advance bc im reverting to fluff and i know they’re supposed to be dark characters but i literally can’t help it. this isn’t really edited and i didn’t really even read it through so sorry if it doesn’t make sense lmao. just a drabble that got out of hand. this was prompted by an ask i received on my old blog talking about steve meeting his soulmate and how that would go and i couldn’t stop thinking about it so i wrote this little thing. enjoy!
words: 1.8k
The day he meets her though, I imagine he’d be totally caught off guard and not even really sure what happened. You’re in the office of the garage waiting for Bucky to finish changing the oil on your car and Steve is in there with you. Like he’s just being a total dick to a customer about something so stupid - as usual - but suddenly a girl comes up into the building. she’s there to pick up her brother (said customer he’s being rude to). she could see into the office from where she was parked outside and noticed the conversation seemed off so she got off of her car to see what was going on and he just completely changes his demeanor the second he locks eyes with her and is suddenly the sweetest, most charming, gentlemanly guy you’d ever seen. You caught on to what was happening right in front of you when you saw her breath catch in her throat when she looked at Steve. They were like magnetic and you just watched on quietly in amazement. Steve wasnt always so rough and rude to you, especially after him and Bucky had it out over the whole incident outside the bar all those months ago, but he’d never been so nice to literally anyone in front of you like ever. The girl tells her brother to go wait in the car for her while she finishes the transaction with Steve, which lasts way longer than it should and ends with them exchanging numbers on her way out. Bucky walks into the reception area from the garage where he was working on your car. When he glanced over to see you in the sitting area through the shared window- you having previously refused to wait in the garage for him despite his multiple requests for you to do so- and saw you looking perplexed with your mouth slight agape as you watched Steve talking to some girl, he got curious. When you saw him walk in as Steve walked the girl toward the door, holding it open for her on her way out, you looked at him and then toward steve and then back to him with a face that said “are you seeing what i’m seeing?” Steve watchs her drive away and waves her off from the window as he continues smiling. Bucky cleares his throat behind him and walks further toward you. “What was that?” Steve looks between you two before he responds, “I uh, I don’t know.” He says almost dumbfounded. “I do.” You respond softly, glancing at Bucky before looking down. Your amazement turning to something akin to bitterness but more solemn. That could have been you and Bucky. Should have been you and Bucky. A meet cute that you’d be able to share with friends and family about how you met your soulmate. A sweet, caring interaction. Not like what really happened. You felt your heart twisting in your chest as you briefly thought about what could have been. Bucky of course felt it, but you were sure it was written clear on your face anyway. “I’m assuming you’re finished on my car,” you began, suddenly standing from your seat, then heading to the door leading to the garage. “She seems sweet. Don’t fuck it up.” you said looking to Steve sharply before turning and not looking back at the two of them as you went. “She’s right, Steve. Don’t fuck it up,” Bucky said with a hint of regret in his voice as he left to follow you to your car. You had nearly forgotten about the interaction until two weeks later when you were practically kidnapped by Bucky after you refused to go with him to Sam’s birthday party. You showed up late because you took as long as possible to get ready, hoping Bucky would give up and let you stay home for the night. He didn’t. When you pulled up to the bar, you were met with the sight of Steve nearly beating the life out of some sleaze that frequented the bar.
You saw his girl with tears in her eyes, pressing herself to the wall and you didn’t even wait for Bucky to park to jump out and go to her. “Hey, what happened?”
“That guy, he.. he tried.. he tried to..” she couldn’t get the words out before she started crying again, and you pulled her into your arms and turned her away from the scene unfolding in front of you as Bucky , having parked the car, running after you, stopped to stop Steve from literally killing the guy who was no longer moving on the ground.
“It’s okay. You’re okay,” you reassured her, knowing full well what had happened without needing to be told explicitly.
You took the girl into the bar as Bucky and the rest of the guys took care of what was going on outside. You weren’t sure what they were doing exactly, but you didn’t think you wanted to know anyway. They all made their way inside eventually, Steve making a beeline for his girl and pulling her into him, holding her against his chest. “I’m so sorry, baby. Are you okay?” was all you heard him say as he lead her to the deserted booth at the back of the building. Bucky was beside you as soon as he finished talking with Sam, arms wrapping around you as you stayed seated on the backless barstool.
“Happy birthday, Sam.” You said with a smile. He thanked you before being pulled away, back to the pool table with some of the guys.
“Can I leave now?” You mumbled to Bucky, knowing full well he could hear you clear as day.
“Doll, we’ll stay one hour and then I’ll drive you back home, I promise.”
“Hm.” was all you responded with.
The hour passed by quicker than you thought it would once decks of cards were being thrown around the place. You were sat in Bucky’s lap while you played different card games with Nat, Kate, and Clint all sat around the table. Bucky helping you with the ones you didn’t know how to play very well. You had just won yet another round of blackjack when Steve came up to the table, taking a seat next to you and Bucky.
“Buck,” he muttered “I- I just wanted to say - I think I get it now. All of this,” he said as he gestured to you both, “And I’m sorry. To both of you, but you more, y/n. For everything I said and did, I- I don’t have any excuse, I was a jackass. If i could take it back, I would. And I really appreciate you looking out for my girl earlier. I saw that guys hands on her and it’s like I just blacked out but I - anyway I guess what I’m saying is that I’m thankful you two were there. And I’m sorry. I know I apologized before but I actually mean it this time.”
“Did you not mean it last time?” You asked with a raised brow, Buckys hand lightly squeezing your waist as he gripped you.
“I mean yeah, but it’s just, I’m more sincere this time.”
“Mhm.” You responded. “Well, thank you for the apologies. And for taking care of that guy. He’s been sleazing around here for a while now, so I can’t say he didn’t deserve it.”
Steve nodded his head in appreciation before cracking a small smile. “We’re heading out now, I’m taking her home. So I’ll see you guys tomorrow I’m sure.” He was greeted with a loud jumble of voices wishing the two of them a good night.
“It’s been about an hour, princess. You ready to go?” Bucky asked in your ear. You readjusted yourself on his lap, getting comfortable and leaning back into his chest before responding, “I’m on a roll, we can stay a little longer.” Bucky smirked as he wrapped his arms around you tighter before placing a kiss on the side of your face. You gave him a dirty look and he responded in laughter. “What, it’s good luck. I’m helping you, doll.”
The next day you’re working your shift at the diner, Bucky sitting at a small table nursing a coffee waiting for you to get off, when Steve walks in with his girl. He holds the door open as he ushers her in and gallantly pulls a chair at their table out for her, nearly bowing in front of her in the process as she sits. You can’t help but laugh out at the sight and at the same time you hear Bucky choking on his coffee before his booming laughter fills the air. The girl starts to blush immediately and you would feel bad, but you can’t bring yourself to care when you see the glare Steve is sending to both you and his best friend. You try to stifle your amusement, turning to see Bucky with a brilliant smile still laughing loudly. You preen and though you hate to admit to, the sound of his laugh and the sight of him being so carefree, in a good way, brings you a sense of happiness you haven’t felt in a while. “It’s like you’re a whole new man, Rogers.” He said beaming at his friend still glaring at him. “So chivalrous,” he laughed again, causing an unbidden laugh you tried to suppress to escape you as you finished wiping your last table and untied your apron. Your laugh then made Bucky laugh even more as he made his way over to you. you found yourself being pulled toward the front door, his hand having taken yours as you both continued to chortle. You stopped short and looked to the girl who at this point was obviously embarrassed beyond belief. “It’s not you, I swear. You’re the sweetest! It’s just, it’s so ironic to see him like this,” you laughed again. “Sorry, we’re sorry. We’re leaving now. Enjoy your food!” You bid quickly as Bucky continued to try and pull you outside. “Don’t apologize, doll, being laughed at is the least he deserves,” he said as he yanked you into his side. “Him, yeah. But she didn’t do anything.”
“No one was laughing at her,”
“No, but what if she thought we were? And either way she was still embarrassed. I felt bad.” He shook his head disapprovingly, chuckling softly.
“I don’t get the way you think. You’re too good for me.”
“Finally something we can agree on,”
“But you’re mine regardless, sweetheart.” He reminded you as he squeezed your waist tighter.
“How could I ever forget it.” You said annoyed, but leaning further into his touch anyway as he walked you to your car.
#dark!biker bucky#soft!dark bucky#biker!steve rogers#biker!steve#pwyc series#biker!bucky#soft dark bucky x reader#plus size reader
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A Well Trained Pet | Prince Loki's Favourite Maid AU | Loki x Reader | Drabble 900 words
Loki has a gift for you, his precious pet.
Warnings: 18+ for sexual content, sex magic, pet play, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Loki, collars & leashes, oral sex, thigh riding, cum play, some arguing, Loki is both persusive and possessive. He's a Prince, she's a maid, you know the drill.
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Masterlist | Prince Loki's Favourite Maid AU | Loki Masterlist
Loki stalked down the hallway, offical robes dusting the white marble floors as your shoes clicked just meters in front of him.
"Where are you going? Your Prince has asked for your company," he spoke sternly, but betrayed his jealousy with the hand that reached out to you.
"I'm going back to my chambers. You've embarresed me in front of the court, how will I show my face tomorrow." You snapped back, surprising the royal as you whipped round to face him. "I have jobs to complete in the morning. Good night, Your Highness," you simmpered, curtseying formally before turning and stamping towards the servant's quarters.
"Come back" Loki reached out and grasped your arm, spinning you back round and pushing you against the wall. The tapestry of Odin and Frigga's courtship fluttering as he stepped closer, caging you against the fabric.
"Leave me be, Prince Loki," you stared back at him, defiant.
"My darling" his tone changed, softer somehow, concerned. "I believed you liked to be my little Pet, is that not so?"
"Well, your information is wrong." you blushed at the name, allowing your eyes to move from his, to take in the deep forest green robes, the gold jewellery adorning his neck and hands.
"It doesn't seem to be wrong, my Pet, you blush, you move to my touch."
"In private, Your Highness."
"Ahh, I see, well, then perhaps we should adjorn to my chambers instead?" He coaxed, a hand at the small of your back, holding you against him.
You thought for a moment, you should really be more angry about his public display in the banquet hall. Yet his warm hands, towering presence and silver tongue are telling you otherwise.
"What if I had a present for you, to truly make you my little Pet?" You narrowed your eyes, "a private present, for us, but so you always know I'm thinking of you."
"I suppose, if you've gone to the trouble of a present, Your Highness."
He smiled, the joy spreading slowly across his face as he leaned into your neck to whisper in your ear. "You know better than that, Pet," he teased.
"Yes, Master," you relaxed into his touch, allowing him to bring you closer. In a moment you're in the private warmth of Loki's chambers. A fire burning in the hearth, furs and blankets spread before it.
"Stay here, Pet." He pointed down at the warm nest in front of the fire and you knelt obediently, fiddling with the blankets. When he returned he was carrying a flat black box. "For you."
You opened it slowly to reveal a gold chain necklace with a single emerald set almost floating into one of the links. Beside the necklace was a second chain, this one has a leather loop at the end. Despite yourself you could feel heat pool between your thighs, clamping your knees together to try and hide your excitement.
"Ah, you can't hide from me little Pet. Perhaps you need a little Pet name, hmm? Bunny?" He looked you up and down slowly, eyes undressing you. "No. No, that won't do. You've got claws when you need them. A Kitten then," he said rubbing a hand over your head and down your back and it took all your control not to purr at his gentle, teasing, touch.
He took the chain and wrapped it deftly around your neck, clicking the delicate lead to the attachment at the front.
"How do you feel, Kitten?"
You preened, feeling the metal warm against your skin, the knowledge that you of all the beautiful maids, not to mention the maidens, ladies and princesses, at court had gained Loki's specific favour.
"Wanted," you sighed, sitting forward to rest your head on Loki's knees. A familiar position, comforting for you both. As you sat together, Loki's hand on your head, you could feel an odd sensation building, like being able to feel your hair grow. Your own hand joined his atop your hair but something was in the way. Finer hair, the twitch of a pointed ear, your senses heightened, your pupils blown.
"You don't mind? I thought you could use some further help with your feline endeavours," Loki's voice was its own low purr and in surprise you sat up straighter, a matching black tail flicking out from underneath your uniform.
"Oh!"
"I can give you claws, as well, should I upset you?" He teased, pulling your head higher with a firm grasp on the golden lead.
"Oh no, Master, it's quite...an interesting sensation," the tail swished lazily back and forth on the ground, ears dipping a little at a scratch behind the ear.
When you were used to your new ears and tail Loki tightened his grasp on the lead a little further, keeping his hand low you crawled closer up onto his foot, until you were hugging his thigh. You hated it, how much you loved it, your core throbbing and your nerves fizzing at being so close to him.
"Now, Kitten, I think it's time to show your Master your thanks for your gift," he held you tight against his leg, your damp panties soaking through onto the cool, slick, leather.
"Yes, Master," instinctively you opened your mouth, this time letting your tongue lol a little, as he pulled himself free of his tight leather trousers. True to your knew name you gave his pink head a few cautious kitten licks, gathering his precum on your tongue before sinking down as far as possible, gagging on his length.
"What a good, well trained, little Kitten you are my Pet," his words made you throb and rub yourself against his leg all the more, humming and moaning around his cock as it leaked down your throat "Good, Kitten. Drink all your milk and you'll get a reward."
You looked up just in time to see Loki's grin turn feral, his cock throbbing against your tongue and then you closed your eyes, giving in to your animal instincts.
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Such a fantastically unhealthy relationship, lol. But hopefully they can work on that together.
Bucky needs to learn to listen and not be a steam-roller.
pretty when you cry - chapter thirteen
series masterlist
pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)
warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ ONLY. dubcon elements. poorly written smut. elements of toxic relationships. darkish happy? ending (imo). if i’m missing anything pls let me know
words: 6.6k
notes: this is it! sorry it took so damn long and is poorly edited but i hope you all enjoy. and if you don’t - i completely understand bc i think it’s kind of a let down but i usually am let down by my work 💀 also i’m terrible at endings so sorry again lol but i hope it wasn’t too bad. this has been my first ever series and i’ve learned so much about my writing in the process. thank you to each and every one of you who has read and shared and commented on pwyc - i love all of you so much and i’m so glad i was able to share this with you. i said this previously but i am more than open to writing drabbles and one shots for these guys if anyone has anything they’d like to send in and i am already planning on writing an epilogue i’m just not sure when i will. also! if you have already sent in requests just know i did receive them and am working on them - it just takes me a while to get things done if i’m not entirely inspired when i’m trying to write them lol. anywho! please let me know what you think about this last chapter - i love reading your feedback and thoughts. again - i hope you all enjoy and thank you again for reading 🥰
This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.
You got up out of the bed and walked straight out of the room. As you opened the door and walked out into the hall, it was pitch black all around you. You didn’t know the house well enough to make much out around you but you had a vague idea of where things were and where the stairs were at least. There was no sign of him being downstairs as there were no lights on, though you thought maybe he could be down there and simply turned the lights out already.. You tried to look around the rest of the floor before having to go down the steps and were relieved to see a hint of light behind one of the doors on the opposite side of the hall.
You knew he could quite literally feel you and it only made you more upset. He knew what you were feeling and was content to only make you feel worse. It would have pissed you off if you weren’t so desperate for him. You walked to the door and only then did you notice it wasn’t shut all the way. If you were remembering correctly, this was one of the guest rooms you had seen earlier in the day. Pushing the door open, you slowly made your way inside. There you found Bucky pulling the covers back on the bed looking like he was getting ready to lay down, still not bothering to look at you. You bit your lip and took a breath before walking further into the room.
“Are you sleeping in here?” was all you could think to ask as you stared at him with a longing you were sure he felt.
“You said you needed to be alone. I’m leaving you alone. Just like you asked.” he said as he turned to face you.
“I’m not stupid, Bucky. I know you know what you’re doing.”
“Oh? And what am I doing?” he asked, moving to sit on the bed.
You couldn’t find the words to answer him, so you just looked at him with glassy eyes. You didn’t want to break first, really you didn’t. But you couldn’t take it anymore. He took your silence as a sign that the conversation was over and proceeded to lay down, turning the light off next to him as he did.
You stood there in the dark for a second before finally speaking.
“You said that you love me,”
Your voice was meek and barely audible, but you knew he heard you from the way he went rigid and the change in his breathing.
“Don’t you love me?” you asked with tears in your eyes.
It would have almost been funny the way Bucky shot up if you hadn’t been so caught up in your own despair.
Before you knew what he was doing, he pulled you to him as he sat up. With you standing before him between his legs, he turned the lights back on and then turned back to you with a serious look.
You didn’t know what he was about to say, but you knew you couldn’t take hearing anything other than his reassurances so you spoke again before he could.
“Please don’t be mean to me,” you said as you stood there, his hands finding your hips and pulling you closer to him.
“Sweetheart. I love you more than I ever thought I was capable of. More than anything or anyone.” he said as he looked into your eyes. “You’re my whole heart. Of course I love you. I’m never letting you go,” he finished as he squeezed you.
“Yeah? If you really mean that then why- why were you being so mean?” you heard yourself ask, though it was hard to believe it was really you talking. You sounded so sad and broken and you felt like a little kid.
“I needed you to see how much you need me, sweetheart. You had to see that. Had to feel what I’ve been feeling… being denied the love you're supposed to be receiving from your soulmate. What it’s like without it. You know now, yeah? It’s not just me, it’s both of us. It’s our connection. I need you just as much as you need me. And I need you more than anyone or anything,” he was soft spoken, treating you with such delicacy it was almost maddening. The switch from his earlier demeanor and attitude was near instantaneous and jarring as it always was. But his touch was soothing, and you couldn’t stop yourself from seeking more. As if he knew what you were wanting without you saying it aloud, Bucky was pulling you onto the bed with him and before you knew it you were cuddling up to him like a lovesick puppy. And Bucky loved it.
Suddenly, it all clicked for you. You got it now. Like, really really got it. Even though it seemed like you could never pin him down, it was clear as day the reason he could so easily flip on a dime. It was you, it always had been you. This connection. His obvious fear of losing you, of being rejected by the one person who was guaranteed to love him despite everything, was the main cause of it. He couldn’t lose you and so he reacted instinctively with malice and possessiveness, though he was in a prison of his own making.
Bucky, obviously, was all in now. He couldn’t deny that he was in total love with you and you challenging that, the one thing he knows to be true about himself, had to be triggering. From your own perspective, you knew you were different around Bucky, you realized that it had to be the same for him. It’s a change you still aren’t used to and you were sure he wasn’t used to his own changes either.. But if you played your cards right, the shitty hand you had been dealt by life, you were sure you could play him just as easily, if not easier, than he had played you today. And that was an oddly comforting conclusion to come to. Though it would certainly be easier to just give in completely to your connection - to him, you weren’t sure if you could truly let it all go. It’d always be somewhere in the back of your mind - it’s not easily forgotten, no matter how much either of you may wish it would be. And you weren’t too keen on the idea of losing yourself and your will entirely just because you were soulmates. It was supposed to be an equal exchange of one’s self to the other, wasn’t it?
As little consolation as it was, you had a growing awareness that Bucky would do nearly anything if it made you happy. He would do anything for you…you could get him to do almost anything. You just had to work it the right way. And you could do that.
“I’m..I’m so sorry, Bucky” you said while your head was on his shoulder. He undoubtedly could feel the tension fading from you as you laid with him and while you spoke. “I get it now. You were right, this whole time.. you’ve been right. I just didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to accept it. I just..I’m sorry. But I think I’m seeing things clearly now,” you whispered. A part of you was worried that if you kept this up you’d start to believe yourself, but you knew that Bucky was wrong. At least in the extreme ways he acted. And the way he approached the majority, if not all, of your relationship thus far. He was just too stubborn or maybe too selfish to understand that right now. But unlike him, you wouldn’t try and force him to see things your way. You’d move a little more gently than that.
Still, you felt a tinge of guilt for how manipulative you thought you were being and yet you also felt a bit of shame for how appeasing you were at the same time. You honestly didn’t know how you truly felt in the moment.. You were still acutely aware of how you ‘should’ and ‘shouldn’t’ feel. Maybe you did know deep down how you felt, but you weren’t open to fully embracing or accepting it. What you did know was that Bucky holding you and telling you that it was all okay was making you feel better than you had the past few days. And you knew you didn’t want him to be upset with you or hurt by you any further. Though that hurt was in truth brought on by his own actions, you couldn’t find it in yourself to knowingly continue it.
You felt you needed to quiet your mind for a moment and so you let your eyes flutter shut as Bucky’s metal arm held you and his flesh hand rubbed your back soothingly. Before you could catch yourself, you fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up feeling more clear and more like yourself. The smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted your senses as you sat up on the bed to find that you were back in the main bedroom and the spot beside you was warm but empty. Your brows furrowed as you looked for your phone and checked the time, seeing a steaming mug on the stand where your phone laid. You made to sip some coffee, seemingly made the way you always took it, but decided against it as you didn’t want to scald your tongue on the hot brew. You got up and wandered into the bathroom, going about your typical morning routine in the still new home you found yourself in.
As you finished up and walked back into the bedroom, you were met by the sight of Bucky coming in.
“Morning, princess,” he greeted with a smile much too big for your liking at the moment as he approached his bedside table while carrying two plates of breakfast in his hands.
“Morning,” you responded almost skeptically as you sized him up. He wasn’t gonna act like yesterday just never happened, was he? Well, of course he probably was. But you still needed to finish your conversation from yesterday and he wouldn’t charm his way out of it or distract you this time.
“Lay back down,” he urged, voice soothing and expectant. The hold Bucky had over you was, frankly, obnoxious because though you stood in your spot a moment, you soon moved to his whim and sat back on the bed, reaching for the coffee as you did.
“I made pancakes,” he said as he handed you the plate and you set the mug back down to take it from him. “How’s the coffee?”
“Good,” you responded, nodding your head slightly. “Thank you.”
He took his spot back on the bed with his own plate as you stared down at yours. You weren’t sure how to approach this. The last thing you wanted to do was start another argument, but you needed to say what you needed to say.
“They’re not poisoned,” Bucky spoke from beside you as he cut into his own pancakes. You looked over at him as he shoveled a forkful into his mouth and gave you a lopsided grin before reaching over to you and cutting into the pancakes on your plate, taking a piece onto his own fork and making a show of eating it. “See?” he taunted almost cheekily. You couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out or the lilting of your lips as you rolled your eyes at him.
You started eating in slow bites as you thought and didn’t notice Bucky moving in closer as you both sat in, dare you say, comfortable silence, until he took your plate from you and moved it on top of his as he leaned back over to his left side and set them on his bedside table. He was back beside you in an instant as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, placing a kiss on your temple. “This is how yesterday was supposed to go,” he muttered against your skin, giving you the perfect opportunity to bring up what you needed to.
You tried to pull away from him, wanting to look at him more directly as you started talking, but he didn’t let you out of his grasp. Instead, he pulled you more into him, causing you to turn completely and forcing you to essentially straddle him as you had nowhere else to move. You huffed as you tried to get off of him and he only held you still.
“Bucky,” you whined.
“What?” he asked as if he was doing nothing.
“Stop it. I- we need to talk..about yesterday,” you started. His grip got a little tighter around you, pulling you closer against his chest before he responded.
“We did talk,”
“No, we didn’t. Not about everything,”
His jaw clenched but you refused to let this conversation go as you held eye contact with him.
“Fine. What do you want to talk about?”
“You know what,” you accused.
“Enlighten me,” he mused as his hands began rubbing up and down your back.
The urge to push off of him and get distance between the two of you was strong, but you fought that urge - thinking that as long as you could keep your own head on straight, the closeness would make Bucky more receptive to you.
You moved his right arm from around your back and held his hand in your own. “Please listen to me,” you urged him.
“I’m listening,” he said as he intertwined your fingers. You honestly couldn’t tell how much he was paying attention as it seemed like his mind was elsewhere, but figured you needed to just talk and see how he responded.
“I need you to hear me, Bucky. Because I mean this. You can’t ever treat me like that again. If this is gonna work, if there’s any chance of making this work, you..you have to at least be nice to me,” you started, pausing in case he had anything to say yet, but he didn’t so you continued on.
“You have to do better. You have to treat me better. And you have to be more consistent,” you spoke a little more confidently. “You’re so nice to me one second and then I say something you don’t like and the next.. I just- I can’t take the whiplash anymore. I won’t.” Bucky’s eyes looked like they had darkened as he took in your last words and though it looked like he was about to say something, you spoke again before he could.
“I’m not- I’m not threatening or saying I’m gonna leave,” you rushed out. “You just.. There’s so much happening. So much has happened. And everything is so different for me, everything is changing and I just- I guess I just need you to be patient with me..”
“You may not believe me,” he began quietly, “But I am trying. There’s a lot happening and changing with me, too, you know. This hasn’t been all sunshine and roses for me either, sweetheart.”
A sense of guilt rushed through you as he spoke. But why? You felt sorry for what you had done, but really what did you do? You didn’t let him have you when he wanted you, and that was what you felt guilty for? You shouldn’t feel sorry for respecting yourself and your feelings.
Still though, just reflecting back on the previous day you couldn’t imagine what Bucky had to be going through each time you rejected him and turned him away. But was there really any comparison between the unintentional emotional pain you caused him and the pain he had caused you? How do you even compare such things..were they even worth comparing.?
Bucky felt your hurt and continued on as you stared down at your still interlocked hands, surely looking conflicted.
“I never meant to hurt you. And I know you never meant to hurt me.”
Try as you might, you couldn’t hide your indignation at that.
“I hurt you? I hurt you?” you said in disbelief as you let go of his hand and pulled away from him. “Are you fucking serious, Bucky? Intention is kind of the big difference here, don’t you think? You say you never meant to, but fuck, you did. You absolutely did. Forget everything that happened before I got here, okay, let’s just focus on literally yesterday alone!
You used this connection against me. You were mean and hurtful and you purposely humiliated me. So don’t sit here and act like you never meant to. I never meant to hurt you, but you hurt me over and over to prove your point and you know you did.”
Bucky grabbed you as you tried to get off the bed and restrained you with your back to his chest and his arms wrapping around you.
“Stop. Stop,” he spoke in your ear as you tried to get out of his grasp. You had to calm yourself down and took a couple deep breaths as you stopped fighting against him. This was not going to plan, and you thought back to what Eva had told you again, your attitude always came out at the least opportune times (ie when you were in the midst of situations you should be deescalating).
You squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you tried to relax yourself in his strong grip before speaking again.
“I’m sorry. For hurting you. I didn’t- I never realized how affected you were by our connection and by my..resisting it. I didn’t know I was hurting you. I can’t say that I didn’t ever want you to hurt, especially before, but I never meant to intentionally hurt you. I couldn’t. It makes me feel illogically terrible knowing that you were ever feeling that way because of me. That you felt that way because of me. I’m sorry.” Bucky’s hold tightened around you briefly as he buried his head in your neck for a second before looking back up and tilting to kiss you. It was soft and you were feeling yourself fall weak as he held you.
“I don’t need an apology, princess,” he said.
“Well, I do,” you stated breathily. “I do. I need one.”
“Okay,” he said before placing a light kiss on your neck. “I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured against your skin before he began trailing kisses along your neck.
It was sobering as he did so. Did he actually hear you at all? Did he care at all about how upsetting his behavior had been? Did it really even matter? You didn’t really care. Whether he meant it or not, you just needed to hear him say he was sorry or you didn’t think you could keep this up. Loving him was outside of your control, but you couldn’t imagine living being so angry all the time because he was incapable of taking full responsibility for his shitty actions and for being incapable of saying a simple ‘I’m sorry’, because in all reality that was the very least he could offer you. You pulled away from him and moved to turn around and face him.
“No. I need you to say it. Say you’re sorry,”
“I have,”
“No you haven’t. You’ve been trying to pacify me, you’re acting like nothing happened but I can’t. I just need to hear you apologize. Just say it - just tell me you’re sorry and I can pretend that you really are and I’ll feel better. I don’t care if you don’t mean it, okay? I don’t care if you’re lying, just say it, please,” you pleaded as tears grew in your eyes. Bucky swiftly moved to hold your face in his hands and continued to hold your gaze as he spoke.
“Listen to me,” he began seriously. “I’m not lying. I’m sorry, I really am. I’m so sorry,” the sincerity in his voice was evident and felt real as he leaned his forehead against yours. You found your arms wrapping around him as your tears started to fall. He pulled you down to lay on the mattress while he hugged you back and kissed your head, letting out a heavy sigh as he squeezed you.
“I’m sorry,” he said again as he tilted your jaw up, right hand holding your chin before he moved in and kissed you, then pulled back to wipe some of your tears away as you blinked at him. You suddenly wanted him even closer and pulled him back toward you, surprising him by catching his lips in yours. You don’t know what came over you, but it felt like you had been missing him your entire life all at once and you wanted him all around you, heart and soul consumed by your sudden need for him - stronger even than the day before. It was like just hearing him say he was sorry was a huge weight lifted off you. You couldn’t explain it, you just acted on what you were feeling, no thoughts other than Bucky.
Your lips were on his, and then on his cheek, down his throat, and all over his exposed chest. You had no inhibitions, no trepidations, and Bucky was more than on board with your sudden shift, if not just a little surprised. His hands found the hem of your sleep shirt and he pulled it off and over your head with no complaints against the action from you as he then flipped you completely onto your back, hovering over you. Your hands found his hair and you pulled him back down to you, lips crashing into his once again. You felt frenzied.
Bucky pulled away, both of you a little breathless.
“Slow down there, sweetheart,” he chuckled.
“No,” was all you responded with as you pulled him back down to you.
The kiss was electric and full of passion and desire as you allowed it to grow deeper and deeper.
You all of a sudden found yourself tugging down his sweats as best you could before he pulled away and took them the rest of the way off while you tore your shorts and panties down your legs.
He returned to his position above you and made quick work of your bra, hands then fondling you as you leaned up and took his lips in yours once again.
“You okay?” he asked suddenly after breaking away once again breathless.
“‘M’fine. I just want you. Need you. Now,” you panted before pulling him down to you again.
His lips crashed with yours in another heated kiss as he lifted your leg, urging you to wrap it around him and open yourself up for him which you complied with instantly.
In one swift motion, Bucky seated himself deep inside of you, no foreplay or explicit warning. You slightly winced then moaned at the feel of him and your hands reached to wrap around his body as your nails raked down his skin. You were surprised by how wet you were for him already as you welcomed him in, your heat wrapped around his cock like a vice to keep him inside as he fucked you. Your bodies were cosmically in sync as he quickly brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your nerves were alight with the pleasure as he rocked into you and you were touching and grabbing and feeling each other like you never had before. It was sudden and animal and passion fueld and you didn’t know where it came from but you didn’t want it to stop.
His lips planting along your skin, trailing up and down, leaving bites every now and again. You soon had both legs wrapped around him as he moved inside of you - hitting every perfect spot and causing delightful friction against your clit as well.
He was breathing heavy as you were and when you began to shower him with praise, he only got more dedicated in his movements.
“That’s so good, Bucky,” you moaned. “Oh god you’re so good,” you said, earning a deep groan from him that only got you more turned on and left you feeling hotter than you had been feeling before.
“Right there, Bucky. Yes, please, please don’t stop,” you continued to beg. “I’m so close, please!” And you really were. You weren’t sure what was going on or what had come over you but you did know that you desperately needed him and wanted to feel him hitting in and out of you. You wanted to feel him come so desperately that you didn’t care how loud or needy you might have been being. You were solely focused on your need for him. You wanted to come and you wanted him to come with you.
“Fuck, baby, keep talking like that I’m not gonna last,” he moaned out.
“Don’t want you to,” you said, “Wanna come, I wanna come with you,” you whined. “Please, Bucky, I want you so badly - I can’t wait. I need it, Buck, please”
You almost screamed out when his fingers found your stimulated nub and he continued to work you over even as his hips slowed down to a deep rocking. You were sure you’d burst if he didn’t give you what you needed soon. Especially as what felt animal became slower and deeper and more sensual. You felt even closer than before as his pace ensured you felt each and every drag of his thick cock and each and every touch he left on your skin. The look in each other’s eyes was indescribable as you gazed into one another - wanting to see all you could. Every feeling, every thought, every emotion, everything.
“Tell me you love me,” he breathed raggedly as he continued to fuck into you while his thumb worked your sensitive clit, sending delicious waves of pleasure through you with every move he made.
“I-“ you tried to speak but suddenly words were lost. “I love- I love you. I love you, Bucky- I love you!” you chanted repeatedly as you held onto him like your life depended on it. “Please,” you cried. “Please come with me, please.”
The grunts and groans and moans coming from him were beautiful and the look of pure pleasure that flooded his face as he reached his peak inside of you was enchanting and you were laid there, consumed completely by him as you reached your own bliss in time with his.
Bucky had come inside of you and you didn’t know you could ever feel so full as you held him to you. Settling down, he didn’t want to move you too much, as comfortable as you both were, so he gently pulled you onto your side and against him after he lowered himself down onto the mattress. “Fuck, I love you, princess. So goddamn much,” he breathed before kissing you again.
You cuddled closer to him as you regained your breathing and he kissed you up and down your neck and down to your shoulder as he held you to him. one of your legs still wrapped around him while he stayed inside of you, keeping you as full of him as he could. You both laid with each other for a while, though you were sure Bucky was ready to go again should you want as you still felt him inside of you. But before you could initiate another round, still craving more intimacy with him like your soul was wanting to try and make up for lost time, your phone started ringing on the opposite bedside table. Bucky gently removed himself from you and you gasped at the loss of him and the flood of his seed that followed. You gingerly got off the bed while Bucky turned to check your phone. It was the perfect chance to get your head back on as you could put a little distance between you and not get completely swept up by him and your heart. That didn’t really work though as you were still craving his touch and seeking his closeness. You walked to the bathroom and Bucky followed suit. You showered together and the air around the both of you just felt entirely different. It felt like a dream. He helped clean you up and after you were both done, you found yourself just standing under the water, hugging him while he held you in return as you slightly swayed against him. You felt different. He felt different. It wasn’t hard to pinpoint why.
For the first time, really, you openly wanted him. You loved him, no holds barred. And the mutual affection was almost supercharging your desire to be around one another. This was what it always should have been.
Now, it’s not like you had forgotten anything he’d done, but the stranglehold you had on it- the hold it had over you had been..alleviated? It had to be, or none of this would ever work out happily for you. If you had to let go in order to not be so angry and hurt and bitter all the time, you would. And you did. The shift was instantaneous.
It certainly wasn’t an easy thing to do, forgiving him, but you know the end. It’s you two, together. No matter what. So why should you have to suffer any more than you already have? This could be good, great even. Bucky has only been mean when you’ve pushed him away and rejected him (whether it was deserved or not - he couldn’t see the difference past his selfishness). The rest of the time, sure, he could be domineering and possessive and a bit of a cocky jackass but you could handle that. And you knew what he was capable of, but there was a dominant, innate part of you that trusted him to never take advantage of your connection the way he had before again. You weren’t really worried that he’d ever hurt you and you weren’t planning on pushing him to the point of threatening or hurting other people again. You knew he’d do whatever he had to to keep you with him and keep you his.
And you know now just how far you can push him and you’re sure you know how to get your way..for most things. You were sure there were some things he wouldn’t budge on, like say, moving you in with him, but for others, you’d test the waters and see. Though there were some things you wouldn’t budge on either and you’d have no problem fighting for. You may be more appeasing and amenable, considering how much easier it would make your life, but you weren’t a door mat. He couldn’t take over every aspect of your life and you had to make sure he knew how you felt about that.
When you two finally got out of the shower and dried off and dressed, you grabbed your phone to see it was a missed call from Eva and some text messages.
Holding you to it this time, no joke. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever, you’re not gonna flake on me again!! 😤
And answer your damn phone once in a while - what if it was an emergency??
Also! I switched shifts with Max tomorrow so we’re gonna be working together again finally😍
You felt so guilty for how in the dark you were keeping your best friend, and how shitty of a friend you had been in general. Bucky obviously picked up on it and walked up behind you as you wrote a quick response.
Sorry, I was in the shower!! But no flaking this time, I promise. 💗 See you tomorrow 🥰
“What are you doing tomorrow?” he asked as he read your text from over your shoulder. You locked your phone and put it in your pocket as you turned to face him.
“Working,” you said simply. He quirked an eyebrow at you and you proceeded to walk around him before he caught you by the arm, pulled you into him and looked down at you.
“No you’re not,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You bit your tongue before your instinctive response could be voiced and tilted your head back to look up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you could manage.
“I’m not?” you said, voice full of disappointment. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Why would you? You don’t need to be working anywhere anymore, princess,” he stated as his arms wrapped around you and your head hit his chest. Your hands found his and you blinked up at him.
“Okay…so I don’t need to, but.. I want to,” you said. Bucky just sucked his teeth and stared down at you a moment, and before he could respond, you spoke again.
“Please, Buck,” you coaxed sweetly, though every last bit of independence and dignity in you was fighting against you to just tell him you were going whether he wanted you to or not instead of asking him for his blessing to do so. The saying, ‘You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar’ ran through your head as you swallowed down the words you were really wanting to say. You spun around in his arms instead and reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you.
“Please,” you whispered against his lips as your noses touched. He groaned softly and rolled his eyes before he gave in and kissed you. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss and pulled away to look at him as his hands moved down to your ass.
“That a yes?”
“Fine, but don’t think I’m not gonna have anyone there to keep an eye out,” he warned, causing you to literally bite your tongue as you held back a retort.
“Oh, I’d expect nothing less,” you said sarcastically. He lightly smacked your ass and then let you go, walking to the opposite bedside table and grabbing your plates. You took the half filled mug of now cold coffee and followed him downstairs. He placed the plates in the dishwasher after rinsing them off and then did the same with the mug after taking it from you.
You bit your lip as you watched him move around the kitchen, not exactly sure what to do then. You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of Bucky’s chuckle, making your brows furrow as you refocused on him. He shook his head as he looked at you, admiring you.
“What?” you asked, suddenly feel a little self conscious.
“I- ha,” he laughed, “I don’t remember the last time I felt this happy,” he smiled, causing you to swallow hard and look down and away from him.
“Shit, don’t look so sick, sweetheart,”
Your head shot up as you found his eyes and you shook your head.
“No, I- I’m just..I,” you stuttered before taking a deep breath. “I just wish we could have started this way..ya know?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know,” he responded. You stared at him a moment longer and nodded your head.
“I don’t know what to do now,” you admitted.
“I have to head to the shop later tonight, but until then I really just wanna be around you,” he said as he approached you.
“You always wanna be around me,” you said with an eye roll.
“Yeah, and you and I both know the feeling is growing mutual,” he said as he gently grabbed your chin and leaned down to kiss you.
“So what are we doing, then?” you asked after pulling away. Bucky just shrugged and dropped his hands from your face, moving to lean against the counter.
“We can do whatever you want to do as long as you ask nicely,” he grinned as your jaw clenched in immediate annoyance. “Come on now, sweetheart, you’ve been hiding it so well so far,” he laughed. You huffed and gawked at him a second before replying.
“So you just enjoy testing my limits, then, is that it?” you said as you really took in his meaning. He knew what you had been doing just as well as you knew what he had been doing.
“Apparently just as much as you enjoy testing mine. Glad you finally realized I respond much better to positive reinforcement than I do negative,”
You glared at him as you clicked your tongue.
“This isn’t a very healthy relationship dynamic, you know that, right?”
“It’s working for us, though, isn’t it,” he said as he pushed off the counter and led you to the living room, pulling you onto the couch with him. He had you on his lap in an instant and attacked your neck with kisses and love bites all over again as your hands held his head. You were going to stop him, but only ended up tilting your head back further, granting him more access to you as your nails lightly raked through his hair and along his head. He flipped you onto your back in a swift move you didn’t see coming as he laid you along the couch. His lips were against your ear as he held himself up above you.
“I’d do anything for you, you know that, don’t you?” he asked sincerely.
“Mhm,” you nodded. “I think I’m starting to get that, Buck,” you replied quietly, sounding nearly out of breath as you closed your eyes.
“Anything,” he repeated against your skin as he continued kissing every inch of exposed skin he could reach from his position.
“I know. I know you would,” you responded again.
You thought briefly about how stupid both of you were. How fucked up everything had been and how ridiculously you both were acting. But he was right, it did seem to be working for you two. Here you were making out on his couch after having incredible sex and sharing an even more intimate shower together after essentially exploiting your dynamic. And at least you weren’t fighting. In fact, you were sure it would have settled like this one way or another. There’s no defying destiny and at the end of the day, you were soulmates. It may have been dark and mangled and out right fucked at times, but no matter what, you were meant to be together, right?. And now here you found yourself. With Bucky. Just you two. Together. Things weren’t perfect, you didn’t think they’d ever be, but you loved him. And you were tied to him. So you knew it’d have to work out somehow. This could be good. You could heal. You could both heal. You could let this be what it was always meant to be. You were meant to be together and you belonged to one another. Why keep fighting the inevitable? Why make things harder and hurt more when you could just…let yourself let go and trust that Bucky would be there to keep you. To trust that you could trust him. To just let him love you and let yourself love him fully and completely. He couldn’t hurt you again, he wouldn’t. You had to believe that. You had to believe him. It wouldn’t be all sunshine and roses, you were only human. But you knew that despite everything, you were it for Bucky and Bucky was it for you. That was unchangeable. So you stopped trying to change it.
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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 16 2024:
Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger (Avengers X Reader) by @moonlit-imagines💚
Don’t Wanna Wake Up! (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sassypossumm 💚
Civil war Brooklyn chapter 13 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️
Safe place (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier 💙 💚
Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cevansbaby-dove 💙❤️
Civil war Brooklyn chapter 14 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️}
The Best Birthday Gift part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cevansbaby-dove 💚
Unappreciated (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes ❤️ 💙
Civil war Brooklyn chapter 15 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️
Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @dungeonpuppykai ❤️
Stripped (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @e-dubbc1 💚
Civil war Brooklyn chapter 16 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️
Waffles and sex (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sassypossumm 💚❤️
Dating Brock Rumlow/Crossbones Would Include… (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @just-a-hardcore-simp-who-writes 💚❤️
Civil war Brooklyn chapter 17 (Stucky X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙❤️}
After years he sees him again (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier 💚
Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cevansbaby-dove 💚
For the very first time - Chapter 1 (Stucky) by @late-to-the-party-81 ❤️
A sticky situation (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup 💚
The endurance of a super-soldier (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey ❤️
Holidays with the Restitution Characters (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @universitypenguin 💚
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Bucky the cat
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The man on the bridge... I knew him.
"But I knew him" | April 2nd Theme: Bucky Barnes @catws-anniversary
#catwsedit#stuckyedit#mcuedit#buckybarnesedit#wintersoldieredit#steverogersedit#captainamericaedit#stevebuckyedit#marveledit#capedit
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The Fifth Element (Le Cinquième Élément) - 1997
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Leeloo: Humans act so strange.
Korben: What do you mean?
Leeloo: Everything you create, you use to destroy.
Korben: Yeah ... We call it human nature.
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Bruce Willis as Korben Dallas
in The Fifth Element (1997)
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STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION - S6E6 True Q
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Friendly Friday Reminder that Likes do nothing (feel free to use banner w/o credit)
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Steve Rogers Icon
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Well that was the inevitable outcome for Scott… 😏
Indecent Proposal (4)
Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.
Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, shitty boyfriend, the reader doesn’t take shit from no one, sexy mobsters, slow burn (kinda), implied character's death
A/N: This is a shorter, interlude chapter. I wanted to go straight for the smut but decided against it because…I’m a tease :)
Indecent Proposal (3)
Indecent Proposal masterlist
“What’s this?” Steve holds up your scrapbook. “That’s pretty. It looks like you put a lot of effort into this book.”
“It’s a scrapbook,” you sigh, and grab the book. “Forget it. Whatever I dreamed of back then will never come true. Maybe I should burn it.”
“What do you mean, doll?” Bucky worriedly places his hand on your shoulder. “What did you dream of? And why do you think this will never come true?”
You sigh again. “Mr. Barnes, with all due respect, look at the mess my life is right now. My boyfriend sold me to you. And whatever you want from me is far from love. All you want is my womb.”
Steve frowns deeply. They didn’t think so far. All they had in mind was to make you theirs and fill you up. “Doll…we…” Steve shakes his head. “Buck?”
You wave them off. “No biggie. Life fucks you over most of the time. It could be worse, right? Scott could’ve cheated on me with his ex and sold me to his bosses.” You chuckle darkly. “Oh-wait. He just did that.”
“Y/N, we are not so bad,” Bucky grins at you. “We promise to never cheat on you. You are the missing piece Stevie, and I were looking for all our lives.”
You sneer. “Let’s try to be painfully honest. You want to stuff me with dick and knock me up. There is no way out for me. How could I escape you and your husband?”
You walk toward your bedroom, ignoring their boring looks. If they force you to accept your fate, you won’t roll over and just take it.
“You stole her scrapbook?” Bucky grins as his husband thumbs through your scrapbook. “You are a dangerous man, Mr. Rogers.”
“She wanted me to throw it away,” Steve huffs. “I took it with me to find out more about Y/N than her blood type and what she does for a living. If we want this to work out, we should…”
“Buy her flowers,” Bucky suggests. “And invite her to live with us.”
“Slow down, Buck. We should ask her on a date first. But flowers are not the worst gift for a first date.”
“How about we murder her enemies too,” the brunette grins darkly. “I know she doesn’t want us to kill Scottie boy, but I’d love to do more to him than break a few bones.”
“You know…” Steve dips his head and smirks darkly. “We could just let him disappear because he fucked with us. He lied and broke our deal by not telling Y/N about the deal.”
“I love how you think,” Bucky cups Steve’s face, looking him deep in the eyes, “and I love you, baby. You know that, right? Y/N is going to be an addition, but she’ll never take your place.”
“Buck, if I’d believe for one second you want to replace me you would end up bending over the table, your ass spanked raw,” Steve chuckles at his husband’s expression. “Oh, you’d love that, huh?”
“We will see, Stevie…we will see…”
“Far well, Scottie boy.” Bucky locks his gun and tugs it away. “This was much too fast and painless for that bastard. I should’ve broken a few bones or cut him open.”
“A shot straight through the heart. Good job.” Steve leans over Scott’s lifeless body. “Y/N can never know we killed him after she asked us to not do it.”
“We did it for us, not her. Y/N’s hands are clean. She had nothing to do with this, Steve. But I agree. She should never get to know about what happened tonight.”
“She wanted a dress like that for her wedding? Nice. Very nice.” Steve is obsessed with your scrapbook. He read every line and looked at every picture. Steve even ran his fingers over the fabric samples.
“Stevie, what are you doing with the scrapbook? Do you want to find the perfect wedding dress for her or more?”
“I want to get to know her better. Y/N put a lot of effort into creating this book. We should take our time and find out what she wants and likes.”
“Hmm…that’s not the worst idea, Steve. Give me that.” Bucky snatches the book out of Steve’s hands. “Let’s see what we can do for our doll…”
#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky x reader#mafia stucky#female reader#stucky x you#stucky x y/n#mafia au#indecent proposal (4)
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No Mercy
[Loki x Female Reader]
A Link to my Masterlist is HERE
Summary: Loki interrogates you....sexually.
Warnings. 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Ceremonial erotica. Fun & Games. Soft! Dom Loki. Established relationship. Light bondage. Denial. (w/c 1.8k)
“Do you plead mercy, little one?”
Loki’s voice is terrifyingly calm. If it weren’t for the violently hard erection pressed against his thigh beneath those tight, slutty trousers you might actually believe you were in danger.
Deny me, you’d challenged him. Make me break.
And he has. And he’s close.
“You’ll never make me talk,” you say defiantly. The layer of fear in your voice is fake, but the tremble isn’t.
It feels like you’re dripping on the bed, knees together, folded to the side, hands tied to the posts.
Loki’s eyes flicker to the sheets beneath you as you squirm and a slight narrow of his eyes confirms that yes, you are in fact, dripping on the bed.
You’ve been at this for almost an hour. He’s barely touched you. Just a graze of his tactfully deployed fingers, a blindfold, the targeted skim of his breath and the devastation of his carefully chosen words.
Now the blindfold runs between his fingers as he tilts his head, thinking.
“My interrogation requires a little more...finesse, then,” he says, making the blindfold disappear in a flash of green. “A touch more...pressure.’
You whine, yanking the thick leather binds wrapped around your wrists. The manufactured innocence on your face is like blood to a free-wolf and Loki’s lips curl in a wicked smile.
“I’ve been doing this a long, long time,” he says imperiously as he unbuttons a cuff. His long fingers make slow work of folding the sleeve up the meat of his forearm. “I may be a Prince, but an Interrogator of the Crown was my calling, I think. Don’t you?”
Your chin rises and you nail him with your stare, hoping your tits look as great as you think they do. You arch valiantly towards his quiet wrath and with a deep breath, you deploy your best 50's starlet impression. “You’ll never break me….Loki Laufeyson.”
He releases an exaggerated growl that makes new arousal well between your tightly closed thighs. “Is that right?”
A golden flicker licks from his forehead, the horned diadem unfurling from nothing at all. He’s working on the other sleeve as he swaggers to the side of the bed, taking his time. An oil of sweat has formed on your chest and you squirm for real, trying to break free.
“You know how I feel about the horns, oh god-” you mutter, breaking character, clenching as another devilish smile stretches his lips.
He stands by your head, crotch inches from your face. So close you can see his cock throb through the fabric. So close you can smell the earthy sweetness of his pre-cum. A low rumble of laughter penetrates the air.
“I think you’re closer to defeat than you let on, little one,” he says, drawing a cool finger down your cheek. “Desperate to yield to me, desperate to give in to my demands; to furnish me with the carnal knowledge of your body that I require…that the realm requires.”
Against every instinct screaming in your body, you yank your face away.
“Perhaps not,” he says bitterly.
A wave of dark sandalwood fills your nostrils as the mattress dips and Loki mounts the bed one impossibly long leg at a time.
He spreads his knees while he spreads yours. His face is bladed and angular in shadow, smouldering eyes sparkling beneath his battle-crown of gold.
The god reaches forward and runs his huge palms up the front of your thighs. His touch is electric. You buck up, feeling a web of arousal stick against the bedsheets. Loki glances at it through half-lidded eyes, his trunk heaving with heavy, silent breaths.
“You bring this on yourself,” he whispers coldly as a strange object appears in his hand. It looks like a little bell with a round, tapered tip. But heavy. It looks heavy. There's a slight amber tint that warms in the low light.
“My seal,” he explains with an air of condescension. He swings it between his thumb and forefinger. “You will submit to me...one way or another.”
He leans closer, dragging the cool golden seal over the curve of your breast and a violent shiver wrenches down your spine.
“They always do,' he says. "And I have come prepared.”
His eyes follow the metal seal’s descent over the dip of your waist, enjoying the shudders of overstimulation they cause. The graze of his raised markings harden your nipples and you strain your neck to the ceiling as he runs a line down the centre of your stomach and pauses at the top of your mound.
The weight between your legs is unbearable; it’s an emptiness only Loki’s cock can fill.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk?” he murmurs sweetly with those dark brows peaked. But it’s an act, trying to trick you – of course.
Oh god, he’s so fucking hot, it’s terrible. Every urge screams to cry mercy and have him fuck you like a victorious king; ride him as you hang onto those horns and make him see double.
“Do it,” you spit, clenching your teeth. You yank the leather ropes again. “Pervert.”
Loki’s brows rise in genuine surprise, a flash of mirth you recognise skating across his face before his features harden again. Role play with Loki is like nothing else. The king of your heart, but king of the performance too.
“Very well,” he says, and the cool roll of metal slips against your cunt. He toys with it, pressing its ridged base against your clit and rubbing it in slow, maddening circles.
“This seal has started wars,” he says in the same calm, even tone, “ended them, too.”
Your stifle a groan of pleasure as the curved tip dips inside your pussy. Its sharp bite seems to melt inside the heat of your slit.
“But you may be my greatest challenge,” he purrs as he slides it from the hole. You whimper as he brings it to his lips, rolling it, moaning in a low inhumane frequency. “And since I have just now claimed you with my crest...perhaps your conscience will allow me to claim you with my cock.”
Your will to resist is fading fast.
Loki tsk’s with feigned irritation as the seal vanishes and his attention turns to the mess beneath your legs. Arousal sticks to your inner thighs in a glistening sheet.
You groan as he flexes his fingers in front of his face, thick veins standing to attention on the back of his hands. He folds all but two, sucking them between his lips and hollowing his cheekbones in the process like an absolute whore. Without a pause, he curls them inside you and the air dissolves from your lungs in a strangled moan of his name.
“Doesn’t count…” he warns. You look at him with your mouth open, brow a map of twitching lines. "You have to say it."
Loki kneels between your legs, as cool as Jotunheim ice, pumping his fingers slowly inside your slippery cunt, thumb sliding against your swollen clit with an arrogant smirk on his face.
Your hips rise to meet him on every thrust of his palm. Breath comes in short bursts as you clench around his fingers, back arching into his touch as orgasm threatens to ruin you-
He slips them out.
“Loki!”
The frustration is real - no need to act. The god’s eyes widen in a shameless caricature of innocence. “I have given you every opportunity to yield to me, I have I not?”
He pushes the rolled sleeves of his perfectly fitted shirt higher in a targeted attack. Your legs have begun to tremble at the loss of his touch.
“And at every opportunity," he continues, "you have stayed true to your loyalties...which I respect."
The ceremonial sincerity in his voice is sickeningly erotic as he hooks his hands beneath your knees. “But pleasure...true pleasure...is a privilege reserved for those who yield to me.”
The sharp cool of his metal diadem stings your flesh as he kisses your inner thigh. He draws closer to your desperate sex, so close you can feel his breath cool against it as he says, “So cry mercy darling, and it will be yours.”
He’s really dialled the drama up to eleven tonight. Instinctually you try and lurch your arms forward to grab the curve of his horns and press him deep into your pussy; mad for the feel of his tongue flat and flawless moving against it.
“Oh god,” you whimper, fighting yourself.
“Good girl,” he purrs, grazing his parted lips over your swollen labia. It’s too much.
“Oh god, Loki…”
“Good girl, say it...beg for it,” he spits as he falls back on his haunches and reaches for the button of his suit trousers. He looks so fucking mean.
The beat in your chest has turned to syrupy thumps as your legs straighten and contract on either side of him.
“You want to be my good girl…”
A pop echoes and his cock suddenly weighs in his hand like a weapon. You’re salivating...actually salivating. He pumps slowly back and forth, jaw clenching, his eyes hard as flints. “Don’t make me finish myself on your traitorous face.”
“Mercy,” you gasp.
Loki’s grin widens and it touches his eyes. He licks his lips.
“Do you want me to stay in character?” he asks quietly as his clothes disappear- everything but the horned diadem on his head.
His shoulders roll and every muscle in his torso tightens, thighs bulging as he clenches against the punishing grip of his fist. You bite your lip, nodding. His eyes flash.
“Well chosen,” Interrogator Loki says. The hard edge in his voice has returned with a vengeance and he melts the leather binds holding you with a wave of his hand. “I trust my faith in your repentance is not misplaced,” he says as he crawls up your body with intent.
Loki’s hair swings around your jaw, the scent of him, the weight of him. His length presses like metal against your throbbing clit and you buck your hips, trying to catch him.
Every thought in your head evaporates as Loki of Asgard buries himself inside you with a shuddering exhale. Your legs wrap around his hips, forcing his ass down, pushing him deeper.
There’s a thud, and then another one; the curve of his horns beating against the headboard. Loki deploys a wolfish smile as his fingers curl around your wrists.
“Can’t take any chances with my minx of a prisoner,” he whispers against your cheek.
“No mercy,” you moan into his open mouth. It’s a request he understands as he delivers another targeted roll of his hips.
“No mercy,” he replies.
A/N - Have I told you guys how much I love you recently? Because I really do. I hope you know that. x
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#loki x reader#loki smut#loki laufeyson#loki fanfic#loki fanfiction#loki x you#loki x you smut#loki x reader smut#loki x female reader#lokismut
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