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TOL - Like a virgin (1) - Bucky Barnes

Summary: You need money. Hansen’s agency offers the right kind of trade.

Pairing: DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, unnamed other reader (Hansen’s girl)

Warnings: money problems, sex for money, selling your virginity, blindfolding, sex with a stranger, groping, oral (fem rec), fingering, teasing, dirty talk, loss of virginity, slow sex, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Bucky, undefined age gap, dad’s best friend trope, Lloyd being Lloyd, language, mentions of past death of a loved one, fluff

A/N: This story is part of my: Traders of love (lust) masterlist

A/N2: It's also a request fill for my 16.666 followers celebration masterlist. Sorry, this took me so long. I'm working on all the requests left for this celebration.

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“Do you know what you get yourself into if you sign this contract?” Lloyd Hansen, the devil with blue eyes asks.

“I need to money and uh…I tried anything else. I worked my ass off and even sold my car. It’s no use,” you exhale deeply to calm your racing heart. “The debts are eating me alive, and the only thing left that I could sell is my…virginity.”

He watches you squirm in your seat, amused, and aroused at the same time. “Aw, you’re a cute little cupcake. I’d love to have a taste of you myself, but I don’t shit where I eat – you know.”

Lloyd cocks a brow when you reread the standard contract he handed to you. “So, you will put me on your website and your customers will buy me?” You blink a few times to not cry. This feels so surreal and wrong. How did you stoop so low that you sold your body to a stranger?

“Kinda,” Lloyd gets up from his chair to show you his iPad. “We don’t sell you off to a random douche. I don’t want a cute muffin like you to end up under a sick bastard. All my clients are gentlemen.”

You nod slowly and try to remember every detail he tells you. “Okay.”

“You can choose ten out of my clients and, if you want to, a wild card.” Lloyd hands you the tablet. “If you choose only ten out of my clients one of them will have the honor to fuck you first.”

You fight the urge to scrunch your nose up. “What’s the wild card?” You look up from the iPad to meet Lloyd’s eyes.

“If you choose ten men and the wild card, you will get more money,” he explains. “The start offering will be one million dollars. You’ll get six hundred thousand dollars, and I’ll arrange everything for your safety.”

You gasp loudly. This amount of money would save you and allow you to live a better life. You don’t care Lloyd will have almost half of the money. He provides the hotel suite and will make sure that you’ll come home safely.

“The men will attend an online auction. They will bid on you. If you get lucky, they will pay more than one million bucks.”

“Wow!” You exclaim. Even if it’s the worst thing you’ll ever do, this arrangement will help move on from your past and pay your debts.

“Now, I’ll tell you about the wild card,” Lloyd sits next to you. “The wild card is special. You cannot choose this man, but you’ll get two hundred and fifty thousand bucks more. No matter who wins the auction. You’ll get eight hundred and fifty thousand bucks.”

“He’s not a creep, right? I don’t want my first time to be with someone hurting me or ignoring my safe word,” you wring your hands.

“The wild cards are my special clients. These men have my trust, sweetness,” Lloyd says. “The inner circle of my organization. It consists of ten men. You will find none of them in my files.”

“I could need the extra money,” you ponder. “You promise that they are not crazy or shit?”

“I’m the craziest guy in this organization,” he flashes you a smile. “And you are not scared of me, right?”

“You’re intimidating,” you shyly admit as you glance at Lloyd. “But you didn’t hurt me or scare me. You were nice.”

“Hah, did ya hear that, sunshine?” Lloyd yells, making you flinch. The door immediately flies open, and his assistant walks inside. “See, she thinks I’m nice.”

“Yeah, because she doesn’t know you like I do,” she puts her hands on her hips and glares at Lloyd. “Sweetie don’t let him talk you into this wild card shit. His buddies are the worst, and he’s the king of shit!”

“Darling don’t be rude,” he gets up to wrap his arms around her waistline. She squirms in his hold, giggling while pushing against his shoulders. “Give your man a kiss.”

“Not until you get rid of that mustache!”

“You love the mustache. It makes your clit all tingly when I go down on you,” he steals a kiss, and gropes her plump ass. “If not for my new client, I’d fuck you right here and now to put a little Lloyd inside of you.”

“You’ll take care of the sweet girl first. You better not pressure her into this shit,” she grunts and pushes Lloyd off her. “I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

She walks back outside and closes the door with a loud thud.

“A hell of a woman,” he hums and adjusts his pants. “I found her—” Lloyd clears his throat. “Never mind. That’s a story to tell later.”

“Can you tell me what the men will expect? I mean, aside from having sex with me.”

Lloyd smirks. “You don’t have to worry about kinky shit. The contract includes vaginal sex - missionary, or doggy style. Maybe a blow job. Protection is a must. If you want it to be pleasurable for you too, play with your pussy, or think of something nice.”

“I’d imagine Bucky,” you blur out. “I—fuck.” You curse when Lloyd cocks a brow. “He’s my dad’s best friend, and a little older than me. Not a gramps or something.”

“Bucky, huh?” He nods thoughtfully. “That’s an interesting name.”

“It’s a nickname,” you hastily say. “His real name is James Buchanan Barnes.” You swoon now. “He never looked at me twice, but if I want to get off, I always imagine him.”

“As long as you don’t moan his name, I don’t care what you do to get into the mood,” Lloyd says, but there’s something in his eyes you can’t quite put a finger on. “Back to the options. Wild card yes or no?”

You look at the iPad again. What is one more stranger, right? “Yes.”

“Barnes,” Lloyd grins like the devil. “Hey, no swear words, sunshine. I got a nice little deal for you.” He grunts and mutters into the phone. “Would you just listen for a moment? A nice little bird came to me. I think you know her…”

“Y/N!” Your dad’s best friend jogs next to you. “Hey, long time no see.”

“Uh-hi,” you squeak when he wraps you in a hug. “Nice to see you, Bucky.”

“How have you been?” He releases you to lock you up and down. “You look a little stressed. Is everything alright? You know that you can always come to me. I’m like an uncle to you.”

“Uncle,” you wrinkle your nose. “Right.” You shake your head at the naughty thoughts wanting to force their way to the front of your mind. “I’m good. Really. Nothing to worry about.”

“You sure?” He presses on. “If you are scared to tell your dad, tell me. I won’t say a thing.”

“I said that I’m fine,” you snap at him as a woman gets out of his car and calls his name. “How about you go back to your arm candy and leave me alone? We haven’t heard of you for two years.”

You twirl around and storm off. You don’t need anyone to help you. Lloyd offered more money than you’ll need to pay the debts your dad left you when he passed away.

Bucky didn’t even know about it because he just doesn’t care…

“Pumpkin,” Lloyd claps his hands as you walk inside the expensive penthouse suite. “You look stunning.” He grins as you squirm under his gaze.

He walks toward you to hand you the iPad. “The wild card won the auction,” he casually says. “I transferred the town hundred and fifty thousand bucks to your bank account. This is the point of no return. If you want out, say it now.”

“I know,” you released a shuddery breath. “I don’t want to do this, but I need the money. It’s one night with a guy you trust. So…let’s get this over with.”

“On the bed is something the wild card got for you. OH, and he wants you to put the blindfold on. It’s his special request,” Lloyd gently pats your shoulder. “I promise he’s a good guy, and won’t hurt you, pumpkin. Just remember the only two rules. Never ask why they pay you for sex, and, never let them do anything you don’t want to.”

“Thank you—” you close your eyes and take deep breaths. “I can do this. Please leave me alone now. I need to get ready.”

“If he crosses a line,” Lloyd says. “You say Lloyd, and I take the door down.”

“What? I don’t understand.” You furrow your brows.

“Just say Lloyd.” He whispers in your ear.

“Lloyd,” you say, and the lights in the room turn red. An alarm shrills and you need to cover your ears. “Oh…wow.”

“See, I take care of my girls. Do not let him gag you, though,” he warns. “If he tries anything you don’t agree to, yell my name and I’m there in a split-second.”

You nod and give Lloyd a shy smile. “Thank you.”

“I make money with my girls. I don’t want them to get hurt or worse,” he says. “I’m not a saint or a good guy. But no one hurts my girls.”

You watch him leave the room and release another shuddery breath.

He’s right. This is it. The point of no return…

The gift from the wild card is a silky nightie dress in your favorite color. Midnight blue. It has a plunging back and lace-lined cups. It fits you like a second skin.

You close your eyes and count to ten to calm your racing heart as you put the blindfold on. It’s the wild card’s special wish, and you don’t want to piss him off right away.

Maybe the blindfold will make things easier. You can imagine any face, while the stranger is inside of you.

“You look breathtakingly beautiful.” You shudder as his voice is deep and rough. He entered the room without making a noise, and now he’s already so close you feel his breath fan over your neck. “I see you are wearing my gift.”

“Yes…Sir…” You breathlessly reply. His hands ghost over your arms, touching you gently. “Or do you want me to call you something else?”

“Hmm…” He hums. “We will see, doll.” You whimper at the pet name. “Can I call you doll? Is that alright with you?” His lips press against your neck, he nips at the sensitive spot behind your ear. “I need you to answer me.”

“Yeah, that’s alright with me,” you are already enchanted by the stranger. His scent is intoxicating, and his voice goes straight to your core.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, doll,” he wraps one arm around your waistline to bring you close to his body. His chest is bare, and you feel his skin pressed against yours. “I dreamed of doing this with you.”

“You did?” You purr and lean your head against his shoulder. “What do you want to do with me?”

“You’ll see,” he chuckles as you press your butt into his crotch. “You’re eager to get me going, huh? Don’t worry. I’m already so hard for you it hurts.”

He releases you and steps away to admire your wrecked state. You’re a panting mess, and your legs quiver. “Beautiful and so responsive.” He’s back on you to slide the thin straps of the nightie down your shoulders. The stranger nips at your neck, leaving little love bites on his way. “I can’t wait to have you.”

“You have me,” you move your hand behind you, blindly grasping for his hair. He’s a stranger but feels so good against you. “I want you to have me.”

“I know, doll,” he whispers in your ear while shoving the nightie down your shoulders. The fabric drops to the ground and pools around your ankles. “I love how you feel against me. I bet you feel even better around me.”

His hands cup your breasts. One warm and soft, the other cold and a little rougher. He gropes your soft flesh and pinches your nipples. This stranger plays with your body and pulls all the right strings.

You don’t have to imagine someone else. His lips nipping at your earlobe, and his hands, those skilled tools press moans and whimpers out of you. “Sir…”

“It’s alright, doll. Be as vocal as you want to,” he smirks against your skin. “Relax and let me take good care of you.”

“Yes—” you hiss when he meaningly tugs at your nipples. “Ouch.”

“You are a big girl and can take it, baby doll,” he grinds into you to rub his aching cock against your butt. “I bet your pretty cunt is wet for me.”

Your voice fails. He’s moving one hand between your legs and pinches your clit through your soaked panties. “I knew it.” He teasingly pinches your clit, igniting another spark deep within you. “You’re mine now. Only mine. After tonight, you’ll never want another man. Say it!”

His other hand rips your panties off of your body, taking you by surprise. You squeak and giggle as he twirls you around. “You’re all I imagined you’d be,” he cups your face and presses his lips to yours.

You’ve been kissed before – but not like this. His lips are soft and tender, but the kiss gets heated when his hands move to your ass to hoist you up.

You end up in his arms and sling your legs and arms around his body out of instinct.

“Your lips taste like heaven.” He purrs while walking toward the bed. “I bet your sweet pussy tastes like sin.” You end up on the soft mattress, the stranger on top of you.

He kisses you again, slowly, and sensually this time. “I’m gotta have a taste, doll.” You wish you could watch him kiss his way down your body. It feels like his lips and hands caress every inch of your body they can reach. “It’s alright. You don’t have to be afraid.”

The stranger moves lower, kissing you right above your belly button. He moans against your skin, making you shiver at the slightest touch.

His hands move over your thighs, spreading them wide so he can settle between your legs.

“Let me have a taste of heaven,” he presses a searing kiss to your pussy. “I’ve got you, doll.”

You shudder feelings his nose brushes your clit. “So pretty down here too,” he murmurs against you. His breath tickles your folds, leaving you wanting more. “Shhh…” He shushes you. “I only want to eat this sweet cunt out.”

He spreads your pussy lips, to look at your clit. “Ah…S-ir.” You stammer. “What are you doing?”

“Did no man ever put his mouth on you?” He looks up at you from between your legs, groaning loudly when you shake your head. “Good. I’m your first for everything then.”

Your mouth falls open. Why would he want to do such a thing? Isn’t this night all about him, not you? “Why?”

“I love eating pussy, doll,” he laughs. “And I want you slippery wet so I can shove my dick right into your tight little hole.”

You grab your tits, squeezing your flesh to do anything but lie there and wait for the stranger to rule your body.

He teases your pearl with the tip of his tongue, eager to please you. A shudder runs through you. You are so lost in his touch that you nearly forget this is about him and that he paid you to touch you.

This is not love-making, but a business transaction. “Please just fuck me…”

“Not yet,” he slaps your pussy lips. “I want you to be a good girl and let me enjoy every moment. “This includes tasting your cunt.”

“Oh-“ It never crossed your mind that a man could be interested in eating you out before getting off. “Be my guest.” You sass and spread your legs wider. “I’m on the menu tonight.”

“That you are,” he kisses the inside of your left thigh, caressing the soft skin with his lips and tongue. “But only for me.” He turns his attention toward your right thigh.

He wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you closer to his mouth. “Fuck, you smell so good, doll.” You gasp the moment he licks up your sex. It’s a new sensation and you already love it. “Use my face, come on.”

You bite your lower lip. Can you do this? Lloyd said this is all about the man’s fantasy, but he wants to give you pleasure too.

“Fuck,” you nod and start grinding your pussy against his mouth, hoping to get more of this new feeling. “Please.”

“Soon, baby doll,” he purrs and flicks his tongue to play with your little nub. You wiggle on the bed, grinding as he uses his mouth to send sparks of pleasure through your body. You don’t think, just feel.

You whimper and moan hearing him groan against you. He throws your left leg over his shoulder, spreading you wide as he teases your soaked hole with the tip of his index finger. “Oh God, yes. Please just put it inside,” you become impatient. “Fuck…please.”

He laughs but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pushes one finger inside, curling his digit inside of you. “Relax, doll. I’m gonna give you my cock soon enough.”

“Y-es…p-lease,” you can’t think straight. Your body is on fire, and you need release, or you’ll lose your mind. “Please I want you to…”

“Baby,” he purrs while slowly starting to fuck you with his finger. “Soon…I’ve been waiting to have you for so long.”

He adds another finger, now pressing his fingertips against your sweet spot. “Fuck,” you exclaim loudly. “Ah, there…I need… I want…”

“No,” you don’t get to cum. He scissors you open, ignoring that you beg and plead. “Not yet. You’ll cum on my cock only. I want to feel you fall apart for the first time while I’m inside of you.”

“Fuck!”

“Oh baby doll,” he coos when you sniffle, and slam your fists into the mattress. “I don’t want to be cruel, only to make it easier for you to take me.”

“Please, I only want to feel you,” you hold out your hands, sniffling louder. “I need you to do it now before I get scared.”

“Shit,” you feel his fingers slip out of you. He crawls up your body and kisses you slowly. “Baby doll, tell me if you want me to stop. We don’t have to do this.”

“You pai—” He silences you with his lips and makes you forget that you are only here for him to get what he paid for. “I want you.” You don’t know why, but it’s true. All you want is to feel him inside of your body.

“Are you sure?” He asks against your lips. “Baby doll?”

“Yes,” you blindly grasp for him. “Please fuck me. I don’t want to wait any longer.” You don’t tell him that the man you wanted to be your first would never even look at you twice.

“You don’t have to beg me.” He angles his hips to run the tip of his cock up and down your folds. “I’ll give it to you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a high-pitched shriek escapes your throat feeling his length slide slowly into you. He stills his hips, groaning loudly as your walls strain against his intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby doll.” He buries his face in your neck, murmuring your name as he moves back and forth, always pushing a little deeper. “Open up to me, pretty doll.”

It hurts a little, and you hide your face in his shoulder, whimpering any time he tilts his hips. “I know, baby doll. It will feel good soon. Let me just,” he breathlessly whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna make love to you, Y/N.”

You bite his shoulder when he slides all in with the next thrust. A whimper escapes your lips, and you claw at his back. “Shhh…you are doing so good for me, baby. I’m proud of you, my sweet princess.”

He wraps one arm around you and removes the blindfold with one swift motion. You gasp and dig your nails into his back. “Bucky?” You can’t help but whimper his name. “What?”

“I couldn’t let you do this. I wanted you for so long.” He claims your lips in a soft kiss. “You refused to take my help so I…”

“It’s you,” you cling to Bucky. “Not some stranger…it’s you…” you sniffle. “You’re here…”

“Yeah,” he breathes against your lips. “Do still want to…”

You wrap your legs around his waistline. “Yes…hell yes…” You grunt. “Please don’t stop now. We can’t stop now.”

He nuzzles his face in your neck and digs his knees into the mattress. You melt into his arms, knowing it’s not a stranger, but the man you adored and loved for years.

“We already broke all the rules, Y/N,” he slowly starts rocking his hips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Bucky curses as you claw on his back. “My doll.”

He’s pushing harder into you with every thrust. It doesn’t matter that you feel like you are in a limbo of pleasured pain, or that you forgot the condom. All you are capable of is to stare up at Bucky as he takes you apart.

Your body belongs to him and opens up to Bucky like a flower finally deciding to bloom. Your core burns with desire for more of him. “Please.”

“I’ve got you, Y/N,” he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, causing you to cry out loudly. Something drops to the ground in the room next door, but you don’t care.

You rock your body in sync with Bucky, urging him on to claim you, and your whole being. Even if you should be mad at him for tricking you, you can’t. Not when he pushes you over the edge, his name on your lips nor when he spills into you, cursing your name.

“Baby,” he worriedly looks down at you. You are panting heavily and are unable to open your eyes. “Y/N, are you alright?”

“Yeah…I’m good…”

Bucky slowly pulls out to lie next to you. He opens his arms and watches you lie on his chest.

“Why did you never come back?” You run your hand over his sweaty chest. “Bucky?”

“Your dad found out that I had a thing for his beloved daughter,” he runs his hand over your head. “I’m sorry. He left me no choice but to stay away from you. I had to keep my distance.”

“You could’ve come to his funeral,” you sniff. “Why did you leave me all alone?”

“I had problems with the law, and I was in the middle of a divorce. You didn’t need a drunk wreck longing for you,” he whispers. “I had to wait until I’m better and then Hansen called, telling me about your problems.”

“That fucker,” you grumble. “I knew he was going to trick me!”

“Don’t worry, baby doll,” Bucky softly says. “I paid all your dues before coming here. I just couldn’t resist you any longer. I had to have you.”

He lifts his head to look you in the eyes. “Can you forgive me, Y/N?”

“I’ll consider forgiving you if you explain everything to me later. Like – how do you know Lloyd Hansen? And what is going on with his assistant?”

“You will get to know everything.” He pecks your lips. “For now, all you need to know is that I love you…always have…”

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holylulusworld · 10 months

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Unrequited - Snippet - 4 years later

Summary: Unrequited love is in the past.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, daddy!Dean, a little angst

A/N: Takes place four years after the epilogue.

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“No, this can’t be,” you glance at the scene unfolding in front of you. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” You huff. “I’ll kill her.”

You put your hands on your hips, ready to rip someone apart. A woman stole the man you love once. You won’t let it happen again.

“I’ll not let her get away with this. No way! I will show you what it means to mess with Y/N Winchester!” you are ready to commit murder. “That is enough. She’s going to never put her hands on him again.”

You feel two strong arms wrap around your waistline. “Sweetheart, relax. Bobby has a playdate. She’s a cute lil girl and not a succubus. I know it’s hard watching your baby boy become a man.”

“He’s four years old, Dean! My baby is not a man,” you sniffle. “She puts her hand on his shoulder!” you are not thinking straight. Watching the six-year-old giggle at something your son said reminds you of all the girls swooning all over your husband. “I bet she has something evil in mind.”

“Baby, that’s…” Dean snickers. “Aw, you should’ve been so angry and aggressive when it came to me back then.”

You look over your shoulder to give Dean the stinky eye. He can’t understand how it feels to a mother watching her son grow so fast. “But…but he’s my baby, and she’s older than him.”

Dean smirks. “He’s a heartbreaker, just like his daddy. Believe me. Bobby will wait for the right girl to come around. I did the same.”

“You didn’t wait for the right one—” You bite your tongue. Sometimes the past catches up and you feel the stinging pain of rejection raise its ugly head.

“We will raise him better, though. I took a little too long to become a better man,” Dean’s features soften. “You made me a better man, sweetheart.”

“I only had to almost die and get saved by the king of hell, his mother, and an angel.”

“It wasn’t…” Dean sighs. “You still didn’t forgive me? After all these years? I thought we are past this.”

“We are,” you turn back around to watch your son happily play with the girl. “But this doesn’t mean there aren’t still times in which I feel insecure and a little hurt.”

“Then I will spend the rest of my life making things up to you.”

“Hmmm…” you hum and nod. “You can start with getting used to changing diapers and getting up late at night again.”

Dean keeps on watching his son. He nods, hums, and smiles to himself as Bobby shows his little friend the new plushie you bought for him.

The minutes tick by. You wait and wait until Dean gasps audibly.

“Wait! What? Really? I mean…are you sure, sweetheart?”

“We will have another little Winchester run around this place in seven months.”

“FUCK!” Dean pounces on you. He wraps his arms around you. “Baby girl. I’m so happy. I…fuck. I’m a little older now, but I can still change a diaper. It’s burned in my memory.”

“I hope so.”

“SAMMY! SAM! MICHELLE! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY!” Dean yells loud enough to make your son flinch.

“I know,” Sam yells back. “You ruined my best friend and put another little bean into her belly. A shame she didn’t leave you yet.”

“Shut up bitch!”

“JERK!”

“DEAN! Not in front of Bobby,” you grab Dean’s ear and tug harshly. “I dare you to use bad language in front of the kids.”

He just grins. “I’m going to be a daddy again. Maybe we will have a little girl this time.”

“Maybe,” you peck his lips. “Now back to diaper changing training…”

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A fresh start (1) - Support Group memories

Summary: The world is safe. Thanos is gone. What now?

Written for my 16.666 followers celebration. Requested by @elle14-blog1

Pairing: Pre-Endgame!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, shy reader, plus-sized reader, mentions of loss of loved ones, support group, meet cute

A/N: This part takes place in the past. It’s how they met and a short prologue.

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Two years after the blip, support group meeting, …

“Welcome to our support group,” you shyly glanced up at the tall man holding out his hand. “I have never seen your face here before. Do you want to have a seat? We got tea and some cookies. I think Cherice will bring cake today.”

“I-uh,” you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I heard about this group. I thought…maybe I can support you too. I got a bakery across the street and made some cupcakes.”

You pushed the box filled with cupcakes into his hands. “I got cupcakes and some cookies. I know from my granny that people get hungry after talking. I mean…she was…Everyone came to my granny with their problems. She always had an open ear for them. Now she’s gone…”

“I’m sorry to hear, Y/N,” he softly said. “I wish we could’ve done more.”

“OH! No…no,” you shook your head. “My granny didn’t get dusted.” You gave Steve a weak smile. “She died a few weeks before all of this happened. At least I can visit her grave. I can talk to her and…” You sighed deeply. “I came here because I want to help. My granny would’ve done the same.”

“I’m Steve and we gladly have you around, Y/N. Do you want to help me with the chairs? The others aren’t here yet.”

“O-kay,” you looked the man up and down. He was a tall and handsome man, with his blue eyes, pink and plump lips, and the thick bead framing his face. He reminded you of someone, but this couldn’t be. Or could it?

“Great.”

“Do I know you?” you asked before you could stop your tongue. “Sorry, it’s just you remind me of someone but I’m bad at memorizing names.”

“Guilty,” he laughed nervously.

“It is really you?” you gasped. “Captain…thank you for your service.” Without thinking twice, you hugged Steve, holding him tightly. “Sorry…it’s just…we all saw the pictures and you fought so hard for all of us. So…thank you.”

God, you felt so stupid. How could you just pounce on Steve Rogers? Captain America in flesh and blood.

“It’s fine,” he softly said while running his hand over your head. “No one thanked me for failing them. I let the world down.”

“Captain, you didn’t fail us,” you hastily said. “You and your friends fought so hard.” You teared up. “We all lose sometimes. It’s just the way this world works. Sometimes you win, other times you lose.”

He smiled. Steve didn’t know how long it has been since he smiled. But right there, in this very moment, it felt right to smile.

“Still, I wasn’t strong enough.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I didn’t want to make you sad.”

“No, you—” looking at each other, like you are the only two people you didn’t recognize the room filled with the members of Steve’s support group.

“OH! We forgot about the chairs, Steve.”

The spell was broken when you turned around to help the others with the chairs. Steve watched you for a moment, a content smile on his lips.

“Please welcome Y/N, our newest member,” Steve introduced you to his support group. “She lost her grandmother before the snap. Y/N was kind enough to bring us cupcakes and to offer her support.”

“I remember your grandmother,” Semira, your former neighbor’s daughter said. You remember the cocky girl too. She always listened to the same song and sang along. “She was kind. Always was there for us.”

“She liked you too, Semira,” you whispered. You always were a little shy around too many people, or in general. But at that moment, with everyone staring at you, including Captain America, you felt even more nervous. “Granny was the heart of Brooklyn.”

“Do you want to talk about your grandmother, Y/N?” Steve asked. “Whatever you tell us will stay within these walls.”

“I only came here to help. You all lost so much more,” you dropped your gaze. “Please continue. I’ll get more tea and coffee for all of you.”

After the other members of the support group left, you and Steve cleaned the room for the next group.

“If you want to, you can tell us more about your grandmother next time,” Steve broke the comfortable silence.

“It’s fine,” you gave him a weak smile. “This is a support group for survivors who lost their loved ones in the blip.”

“We support everyone,” he looked down at you, features softening as he could see the hesitation in your eyes. “Or we can talk after the meeting if you want to, doll.”

Your cheeks heated up at the cute nickname. “I don’t want to waste your time. You already do so much. This world is…different now. Colder. Harder. You are a light in the darkness.”

He smiled. Again. For the third time that day.

“I lost my two best friends in the blip and Tony…we don’t know what happened to him. Maybe he got dusted too. I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry,” you grasped for his hands. “You lost so much and yet; you blame yourself for a fight all of us lost. Not only you.”

“Doll, it was my fault. I failed all of you.”

His eyes dropped to your hands holding his so larger ones.

“Maybe you need to take your own advice and talk about your feelings more. You listened to all of them but didn’t give away what’s hurting your heart.”

“Maybe you can listen to me from now on?” he asked, making your heart flutter. “I know we barely know each other. But I can talk to you better than to the people I know for so many years.”

You chewed on your lower lip. “If you want to, you can visit me at my bakery. I live upstairs.”

“I’d like that,” he said, offering you another smile.

After that day Steve and you became friends.

He often visited you at your bakery and you joined him at the meetings. If only to support the members and your friend.

You talked for hours after the meetings, sharing your feelings. Steve was a constant in your life for almost three years.

Until one day he said something making you fear for his life.

“We know how to undo the blip…”

>> Part 2

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Cocky matchmaker

Title: Cocky matchmaker

Request fill for @hannibals-favourite-meal for my 16.666 followers celebration

Rating: Mature

Summary: Dean takes matters in his hands.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: fluff, flirting, idiots in love, mutual pining, mentions of deaths (no description)

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“So, get this, Y/N,” Sam tries to get your attention. He doesn’t need to try, though. Your head immediately snaps toward the hunter and your eyes become glassy as Sam smiles softly at you. “I found this old mansion they turned into a motel. They call it the murder mystery motel because almost twenty people got killed at this place.”

“Sammy, your fetish is shining through again,” Dean smirks as you get up to move your chair closer to Sam. “Do you remember the last time we ended up at a serial killer’s place?”

“It’s not a fetish,” Sam makes a face. “I’m just interested in the history of crime and violence.”

“Who killed all the people?” you ask, wanting to turn Sam’s attention back toward you, not his cocky brother. “Sam?”

“The better question is, sweetheart,” Dean snickers as his brother grunts, “what do you mean with almost twenty?”

“Eighteen bodies got found…and a half,” Sam shrugs. “One person is still missing. The detectives are not sure if the man killed his wife and ran, or if he fell victim to the mansion too.”

“You mean he fell victim to some crazy serial killer or a ghost, not the mansion.”

“After everything you saw Dean you still think a house cannot kill a man,” you ask.

“A house doesn’t kill you, Y/N,” Dean explains, “it’s a ghost or a monster. Never the house. Except it falls on your head and squishes you. Then it was the house.”

“DEAN!” Sam mutters. “Y/N was about to eat her lunch.”

“Oh-I’m no sensitive, Sam,” you softly speak while patting his hand. Your touch lingers until Dean clears his throat.

“If you want me to leave for a while, tell me so,” the elder hunter grins.

“What? I—” you nervously shift on your seat as Dean watches you pat his brother’s hand. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Dean sighs deeply. He’s just done watching you and his brother pine for each other.

“If you say so, Y/N. Maybe you and Sammy should check that mansion out. Together.”

“We should?” Sam furrows his brows. “You don’t want to tag along, Dean? I thought you love creepy places.”

“I got a hot date,” Dean lies. “Trust me, checking out a creepy place is the last thing I want to do this week. You got my number. If anything happens, give me a call.”

“Hmm…this can’t be right,” Sam looks at the address scribbled on a piece of paper and back at the motel in front of him. “Honeymoon Hearts?”

“This doesn’t look like the motel you were talking about,” you feel your cheeks heat up as you look at the motel. “Sam, do you want to tell me something?”

“I—” the hunter frowns. He thumbs through the search history on his phone, huffing as the address is not the same as he noted on the piece of paper. “I don’t know what happened, Y/N. I looked the address up and noted it. But we are…I don’t know where we even are.”

“It looks nice,” you squeal. “Look, they have buffet, a whirlpool, and uh… I bet they got all this romantic crap. Maybe even soft pillows. Don’t you think? I knew you wouldn’t forget about Valentine’s Day. Dean was right!”

Sam smiles softly as you excitedly look up at him. “What did Dean say?” Sam watches you hurriedly walk toward the motel to get the best room. “Y/N? What did he say?”

The hunter sighs. He unlocks his phone again to call his brother. Sam closes his eyes and counts to ten.

“What’s up, Sammy?” Sam can hear the smirk in Dean’s voice. “Did you already make a move? I hope so! I booked the most expensive room for the two of you including a hot tub.”

“What did you do, Dean?”

“Sammy, you are pining for Y/N for almost a year now. It’s Valentine’s Day. Love is in the air,” Dean snickers as Sam groans deeply. “Do I have to give you the talk about bees and flowers again or do you know how to make a move on her?”

“I know how to make a move,” Sam bites his tongue as you walk back toward the hunter. “Which name did you use this time?”

“Mr. and Mrs. …” Dean laughs loudly, “Pine,” the hunter hangs up the phone before Sam can yell at him.

“Sam, that guy said we got a reservation. Dude even got a picture of us,” you say. “Why did you use the name, Pine?”

“Dean tried to be funny,” Sam tries to explain his brother tricked you and him. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to visit the creepy motel.”

“Dude, they got a whirlpool and heart-shaped boxes of chocolates ! I bet they got vibrating beds too. I love a good back massage,” you nod to yourself.

“You do?” Sam licks his lips. “I can give you a massage. My hands are…uh…”

“Your hands,” you stare at Sam’s large hands, whimpering as you imagine feeling them on your body. “Do you…do you like using your hands?”

Sam would like to tell you he dreams of putting his hands on you for months.

“How about we go to the room Dean booked and find out if I’m good at giving back massages?”

“Sam?” you whisper.

“Yeah, Y/N?”

Sam watches you step closer to place your hands on his chest. “It’s Valentine’s Day and I want you to know that I…”

“I like you a lot,” Sam hastily says before you can admit your feelings. “It’s more than that. I mean…would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Sammy,” you giggle, “we are standing in front of a romantic honeymoon motel. I think we can call this our first date.”

“Y/N, I want our first date to be special. I’ll take you out to your favorite restaurant and we can have ice cream. Or we can go and watch a movie.”

Sam looks you up and down, biting his lower lip as his eyes land on your chest.

“Sammy, do you like what you see?” You grin as Sam roams your body with hungry eyes.

“Very much, baby girl,” he cups your face with his large hands, making you shiver. “Can I show you how much?”

He swallows your answer with his lips, taking away all the doubts you had. You wanted to confess your feelings for so long, always afraid Sam doesn’t like your body.

“I like what I see too.”

When you come back from your short vacation, holding hands with Sam his brother smirks like the cat that got the cream. He proudly puffs his chest, waiting for his brother and you to thank him.

“About time you put your hands on that girl! I feared I must lock you in the dungeon together…”

“Thank you, Dean,” you blow your friend a kiss. “You were right…”

“Sweetheart, I’m always right,” the cocky matchmaker leans back in his chair and puts his feet on the table. “My job here is done. Just use protection…”

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A fresh start masterlist

Summary: The world is safe. Thanos is gone. What now?

Pairing: Post Endgame!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, shy reader, plussized reader, virgin reader, fluff, falling in love, more to be added

A/N: I decided to turn this one into a little series

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A fresh start (1) - Support Group memories

A fresh start (2) - Post everything

A fresh start (3) - Where to Captain?

A fresh start (4) - Three man and a baker

A fresh start (5) - A new beginning

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BC (4) - Even good girls sin

Summary: You meet two cocky men. Biker. How can you not fall for them?

Pairing: Biker!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Biker!Bucky Barnes

Warnings: cocky bikers, shameless flirting, mentions of Stucky, mentions of anal sex (mm/nothing happens), public fingering/touching, dirty talk,

A/N: I decided to turn this one into a collection of drabbles about Biker!Stucky and our reader.

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<< Part 3

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“So, you and Steve are a thing? I mean, are you dating?” you ask. “Steve mentioned you have an open relationship. How does this work? I could never imagine sharing the man I love.”

“We had a fling here and there,” Bucky squeezes your knee under the table. “Steve and I always shared them, though. It was mostly sex. Once every few years we found someone to devour for a week or a month.”

“That’s what you want to do with me, right?” nervously glancing at Steve you try to hide your nervousness. “Devour me and drop me off at the next bus stop.”

“Oh no, baby doll,” Steve purrs. His hand becomes brave and creeps up your thigh and toward your clothed mound. “You are special. Bucky and I saw you a few weeks ago and knew you are going to become our girl.”

“You mean the third wheel in your relationship,” you snap at them. “I’m not stupid nor naïve. If you believe I’ll just get on your bike and let you do unspeakable things to me, you are dead wrong.”

“Unspeakable things,” Bucky grins. “Did ya hear that, Stevie? She believes we can do unspeakable things to her. I’m honored.”

You groan.

“Buck, I told you that you shouldn’t overwhelm her. We need to take things slow with her,” Steve slips his hand between your legs, and you don’t fight him. Not even when his index finger presses hard against your clit. “She’s wet…her panties are ruined.”

“What? I-“Shame fills you. Steve can feel your soaked panties and you can’t even lie to him. He can feel their influence on you as he cups your mound. “Oh-fuck.”

“Stevie, what are you…?” Bucky dips his head to glance under the table. He grunts as his boyfriend shamelessly cups your mound. “Punk, you just told me to take things slow. And here you are, touching her pussy.”

“Say, baby doll,” Steve leans closer to your chair to whisper in your ear. “Do you want to go home with your friends or,” he nips at your earlobe again, “do you want to come home with me and Bucky.”

“Even good girls sin, doll,” the brunette moves his hand a little higher to stroke your thigh. “If you come with us, we promise to fulfill your dirtiest desires.”

“What if my dirtiest fantasy is to cuddle with two men?” you grin. “No sex. No touching. Just curling up next to you to sleep.”

“Naughty,” the blonde laughs into your ear. “If you want to cuddle, we can give you that too. Bucky is like a cat. He loves to curl around you to cuddle you like a koala.”

“I’m cuddly, live with it.”

“You are insane, both of you,” you breathlessly say while rocking against Steve’s hand. He presses two fingers against your clit, helping you rub yourself against him. “Fuck.”

“She’s going to cum, Buck.”

“I bet she will make the cutest noises when she does. Just like you did when I had my way with your perfect ass for the first time,” Bucky growls as you grip his hand tightly. You whine, hoping for release as, to your dismay, Steve takes his hand away.

“No!”

“Baby doll, you should behave in public. You don’t want people to believe you are just like us, crazy and rotten.”

“Please…no,” you grab Steve’s hand to bring it back between your legs. “You can’t stop now. I was so close.”

“Stevie loves to edge you,” Bucky says knowingly. “He once edged me for three hours. I was about to combust. I can tell, he can be a devil hiding behind soft eyes.”

“You came all over me if I recall right.”

You whimper, drawing the men’s attention back toward you. “Can I…watch you?” you bite your index finger, chewing on it.

“Buck.”

Steve grins.

“Stevie.”

Bucky mirrors his boyfriend’s grin.

“I think we already broke her,” Steve wraps his arm around your shoulders. He pecks your cheek, laughing as you lean into his touch. “Don’t worry, doll. It will be our pleasure to fulfill all of your wishes."

>> Part 4

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Is it still love? - Snippet (1)

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Title: Is it still love

Summary: Thor and you try to navigate your new life.

Prompt filled for @writersmonth – Day: 22 - word: forest

Pairing: Mobster!Thor Odinson x Wife!Reader

Characters: Loki Laufeyson

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of abandonment, angry reader, pregnant reader, remorse, regret, groveling Thor, cocky Loki

Words: 760

<< Part 1

A/N: I decided to write different snippets to tell what happend after the first part.

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“I will sleep in the master bedroom with the balcony from now on. You know, the one with the fireplace and comfy armchair,” Thor swallows thickly as you casually tell him you will not return to the bedroom you once shared. His face falls and, he struggles to not let his emotions get the best out of him. “Don’t give me that face. You’ve got no right to look at me like that.”

“Of course, my love,” he finally brings out. “If you want to move into another master bedroom, I’ll help you get comfortable. I know you need time to-”

“You should know that I only stay here to make sure my children are safe. Thanks to your brother, everyone out there will try to hit you by killing your babies. I wish I never fell in love with a man like you,” you slowly walk toward the kitchen to get breakfast. “Don’t think for a second that I would’ve come back on free terms.”

“My love, please,” Thor grumbles as you waddle away, huffing as the twins start kicking you again. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I was a fool and an idiot. I should’ve never let you go.”

“Let me go?” you stop walking and press your hand to your lower back. “You kicked me out of my home and filed for divorce. Your enemies could’ve hurt me or worse. Thor Odinson, my self-declared protector, gave a shit on me and his babies.”

“Love, please. You need to calm down. It’s no good for the babies,” he tries to cup your cheek, but you slap his hand away. “I deserve hell for what I did to you. I know that. Please just let me protect you and our children. That’s all I’m asking for.”

“I want Heimdall to become my permanent bodyguard. No discussion. I won’t fall back into old patterns. This is over,” you make your way inside the kitchen as Thor stands in front of the door, fighting the tears wanting to break free.

“My love…”

“Morning, darling,” Loki fills your glass with fresh pressed orange juice. “Do you want toast, pancakes, or a fatty sin?” he grins as his brother enters the kitchen. “Entrance the big klutz.”

“I’ll go for toast and some fruits this morning. The little beans fight for my womb, and I don’t feel too good today. I need something to calm my stomach.”

“Do you need a doctor? How can I help you? I could rub your belly or make you a better breakfast,” Thor hastily points toward the kitchen island. “Come sit on one of the chairs. What do you want to eat, love?”

“I’ll take the toast Loki offered to me,” you won’t give in so easily. There is still so much love in your heart for Thor. But at the same time, you hate him for hurting you so deeply. “Loki, would you be a darling and hand me the butter?”

“With pleasure,” Loki smirks as his brother is fuming next to him. Thor glares at his brother, nostrils flaring, and large hands balled into fists. “What else can I do for you?”

“I need to bring all of my things here. You know, the few things I was allowed to take with me after your fine brother kicked me out,” you give Loki a wink and he chuckles, at your playfulness.

Loki would never admit it, but he has missed you, and your early morning conversations. He missed having you around to tell you about his plans and the latest book he read.

“Loki,” Thor warns. “Don’t.”

“Loki is my friend, and he can do whatever he wants to do,” you whip your head toward your husband. “Don’t you dare tell my friend he cannot help me or spend time with me. From now on, I won’t allow your jealousy to ruin my friendships. I let you get away with far too much shit over the years.”

“My love, I-“

“How about I get your belongings later and you can relax today, have a bubble bath, and read in front of the fireplace? I know you love it,” Loki ignores his brother’s death glare. “Or we could talk about the books we read lately. I read a good one about a witch living in a dark forest. She cursed all men to turn into stone when they tried to near her.”

“I’d like that,” you grasp for Loki’s hands and squeeze them tightly. “We can have our little book club back. I’m so excited. Uh-but be warned. I read a lot of books about pregnancy lately.”

“Great,” Thor sarcastically says. “I got my wife back only for my brother to steal her away from me…”

>> Snippet (2)

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