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Bucky Fic- Bucky is always having nightmares and panic attacks during the night, he would always go to steve or natasha for help but one night when steve and nat are on a mission, Bucky starts rambling around the command trying to calm himself down he stumbles across the reader in the living room, watching tv, you start helping bucky with his nightmares and he slowly starts coming to you more than steve. and one night he comes out to the reader to tell her that he had a dream, the reader is really excited and happy for bucky until he tell her that it was a sex dream and that he was falling for her and then it gets steamy
you can take it from there lol (obvs smutty) lol
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Dream Fall
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2,625
Summary: Bucky has nightmares pretty regularly and it's hard to sleep so when he finds out that you sometimes have trouble sleeping too it works out in everyone's favor.
Author's Note: Thank you bunches love for this sweet and sexy request! 💕I love the idea of Bucky spending time with the reader and it helping him relax and of course he has to act on his dream...hope you enjoy! Have a lovely night! HUGS! This is also for my lovely friend Suz @musingsinmoonlight and her Any Way You Want It Writing Challenge in celebration of 1k followers! 💕Congratulations my sweet, so deserved and a million more! Love you! My prompt was: "The door's always open, you know that." Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my love @firefly-graphics thank you sweets!🥰
Warnings: a tiny tinge of angst, lots of fun and fluff, teasing, flirting, tension and smut; fingering (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
“Can’t sleep either?”
You scream and throw your cookie straight at the assailants head before diving onto the floor. Your ass is in the air and your face is buried in the pillow that fell with you. A light poke to your butt cheek makes you scream again, this time most of the sound muffled by the pillow.
“This is a really good cookie.”
“Wha…” you say as you slowly lift your head and peek through your fingers. “Bucky?”
“Hey doll,” he murmurs sheepishly. “Sorry if I scared ya.”
“You caught that?” you ask, your shock evident.
“Yea,” Bucky scoffs. “Easily.”
“Of course,” you deadpan with a roll of your eyes before they widen with disbelief.
“Did you eat my cookie?”
He quickly wipes at his mouth and sticks his hands in the pockets of his sweats.
“Um. Maybe?”
“You ate my cookie!” you screech. “First you scare the living daylights out of me then you EAT MY COOKIE!”
He dips his head and mumbles a quiet, “sorry.”
You exhale and fall back onto the couch, looking up at his tired eyes and slumped shoulders. You immediately feel bad.
“It’s ok, don’t worry Buck,” you tell him, patting the spot next to you. “So why are you up?” you ask.
“These nightmares keep waking me up and I can’t fall back to sleep after.”
His confession makes you soften even more and you lay a gentle hand over his.
“I’m sorry. And I didn’t mean to yell. You can have as many cookies as you want.”
“You have more?” he asks with a hopeful smile.
You nod with a grin and jog back to the kitchen to grab the plate.
“Want a drink?” you ask.
“Got milk?”
“Yep!” you answer, popping the p.
You return with a stacked plate of cookies and a large glass of milk.
“Thanks doll,” he says before shoving a whole cookie into his mouth. “Pheese arr rlly gud.”
“What?” you giggle.
“These,” he starts again, swallowing. “Are really good.”
“Thanks, I made them.”
“Really?”
“Don’t act so surprised Barnes. I love to bake.”
He takes another cookie and dips this one in milk, humming happily when he bites the soft cookie.
“Well, you’re really good at it,” he mumbles through another mouthful.
You smile and lean forward, wiping some crumbs from his lip.
He clears his throat before his tongue darts out to lick the spot you just touched.
“So, why are you up?” he asks, feeling his cheeks heat.
“Some nights I just can’t fall asleep you know. My brain is just like...” and you make these crazy and wild motions with your hands flying around your head. “So, I bake.”
“I understand that” he sighs.
“I was just going to watch some Chopped if you want to stay,” you tell him as you settle against the cushions.
He leans back, his shoulder bumping yours. “I’d love to doll.”
The next morning you wake up with a long stretch and a deep exhale, feeling more rested that usual. You look around and realize you’re back in your bed.
After washing up and changing you walk into the common room and find Bucky hunched over his coffee cup.
“Hey,” you say softly.
His face brightens the moment he looks up and sees you. “Heya doll. How did ya sleep?”
“I actually feel like I got a decent amount,” you smile. “But I don’t remember how I got back to my room and in bed.”
He audibly swallows and gives you a boyish smirk. “Well, uh, you sorta fell asleep while we were watching the show and I didn’t want to leave you on the couch so…”
“Thank you Bucky. I appreciate it,” you whisper and kiss the corner of his mouth.
His eyes are soft and his lashes flutter against his cheeks when you pull away.
“Anytime doll. And I wanna thank you for hanging out with me and sharing your cookies last night. Really helped me relax.”
“Happy to and if I’m not out here just come find me, I’m usually up.”
He starts to shake his head. “Nah, I can’t be bothering you all the time doll.”
“Bucky,” you chide and curl your fingers around his, “you’re not bothering me. The door’s always open, you know that.”
With a small nod he squeezes your hand and says a quiet, “thanks.”
The next few nights pass in the same fashion. You’re up watching tv after baking and he shows up to stay with you. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you don’t but always your bodies are pressed together on the couch as you sit, shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee.
However, the next night goes a bit different when he wakes up earlier than usual and finds you getting ready to bake.
He walks into the kitchen looking disheveled and tired with his hair mussed and his shirt clinging to slightly sweaty skin.
“Hey,” you say quietly as you put down your whisk and take a step closer.
His chin dips and his chocolate brown locks fall in front of his face. You lift a tentative hand and brush them away, inwardly sighing when you notice they are still wet with sweat. Your thumb swipes across his jaw and you lift his eyes to yours.
“I’m making a new recipe. Want to help?”
“Yea doll. That would be great.”
The relief in his yes puts you at ease and you take his hand, leading him to the counter. You don’t ask him any questions, hoping if he wants to talk he knows you’re ready to listen. You’re just hoping to keep his mind occupied on something else.
“Ok, first…you need an apron!”
You shuffle through the aprons Tony has stashed in the bottom drawer and pull out one that says: ‘I have no idea what I’m doing.’
“Here you go,” you say, holding it out for him.
He takes it and starts to lift it over his head but you stop him.
“Wait Buck. You’re a little…just…come here.”
He steps closer to you and you gently smooth out his tee shirt and straighten the fabric over his shoulders then brush the stray strands of hair from his face.
His eyes follow your every move and you love the way his body feels under your fingertips. You pull your hair tie off your wrist and move behind him.
“Um, can you bend down a little. I can’t reach,” you giggle.
He does as you ask and you comb your fingers through his hair before securing it in a low bun at the base of his neck. Taking the apron from his hands you put it over his head and tie the back of it in a bow.
“There we go! Now you’re ready to bake!”
When he reads the front of the apron he lets out a real laugh, his nose scrunched up and his eyes crinkled.
“It’s fitting,” he says with a smile and a shrug.
“You look so cute,” you hum but turn away before you see his cheeks turn pink.
He quickly tries to recover and focus on your instructions. Within no time you have the butter and sugar creamed and you’re working on the dry ingredients for your new brownie recipe.
“These already look so good,” he says as he whisks the dry ingredients together.
“I know I can’t wait to taste them!” you agree.
He gets a little too enthusiastic while whisking and proceeds to send a cloud of flour out of the bowl and onto his apron. You point and laugh but it quickly dies away when he takes some flour from the bag and chucks it at your face.
“BUCKY!” you screech!
You try to reach over him to get your own handful but he easily stops you, pinning your wrists together.
“I don’t think so doll face.”
You huff and stomp your foot. “Fine. But you better watch your back Barnes!”
He pulls you into his chest and leans down close to your ear. “Is that a threat doll?”
“Maybe,” you whisper, trying to keep your voice steady.
“Ok then. Two can play at this game,” he answers before releasing you.
You both manage to behave until the brownies are in the oven and it’s time for cleanup. You can’t help but sneak a look at him as he washes the dishes, his shoulders much less tense than before and his eyes bright.
He feels your gaze and looks up to catch you staring.
“What?” he asks.
“Nothing,” you reply and go back to wiping the countertop.
Without warning a spray of cold water hits you in the side, soaking your shirt and making you scream. You drop the cloth and pin him with a murder glare. You pick up the clean whisk and run at him but he easily grabs you around the waist and spins you so your back is to his chest and your arms are crossed in front of you.
“Never gonna happen doll,” he teases.
“UGH! This is so unfair!” you whine.
He laughs and dances his fingers down your sides, his glee plentiful when he realizes how ticklish you are.
“Oh, this is too easy,” he cheers over the sound of your hysterical laughter.
When you get to the point where you can barely breathe or stand he finally stops but still holds you in his arms.
“You ok doll face?” he asks, leaning his head on your shoulder.
You try to elbow him but to no avail and he just laughs more.
“I’m FINE!” you huff. “But I shouldn’t share any brownies with you!”
“AW! You have to! I helped ya make ‘em!” he exclaims.
He loosens his grip and you spin in his arms, holding up the whisk.
“You still have that?” he laughs.
“Yea, I was hoping to bop you at least once,” you explain as you try to hit him with it.
He closes his metal fingers around your wrist, effectively stopping any chance you have. With a quick tug he pulls you closer, his face only inches from yours.
“Looks like I win,” he simpers.
You tremble in his arms, your mouth opening with a retort but when his eyes drop to your lips you run your tongue along the outline instead and he dips his head.
“Bucky…” you breathe out.
The timer for the brownies goes off and you jump.
“Shit,” he mutters, reluctantly letting go of you.
You take the brownies out and frantically fan them with the oven mitt, rambling on about how they should be cool enough to try in a few minutes.
“Want some milk?” Bucky asks when he walks to the fridge.
Once the brownies are cool and you each have one and a glass of milk you count to three and take a bite. Your simultaneous moans have you both laughing through the delicious mouthful.
“Wow,” Bucky finally says, his eyes still closed as he savors the bite.
“You said it,” you hum, licking the crumbs from your lips.
He opens his eyes in time to catch the action and his gaze stays locked on your mouth.
“You’ve got a little something…” he says softly, as he leans in, brushing his thumb across your lips.
Before you can consider your reaction you pull his thumb between your lips and lick it clean. He sucks in a breath and his eyes darken.
“Doll…” he murmurs, dropping his hand to your cheek.
“WHY THE HELL DOES IT SMELL LIKE BROWNIES AT 2am?”
Sam’s loud voice slices through the moment and you and Bucky quickly move away from each other. Sam looks between the two of you, his eyes sparkling with barely contained excitement. He slides over to the kitchen island and slips his hand into the plate of brownies, grabbing two before backing up with an ever-growing grin. Without a word he disappears down the hallway.
“Fucking Wilson,” Bucky mutters.
The next night it’s Bucky you find in the kitchen baking. You shuffle in, your old, oversized tee shirt hanging off your shoulder and your pink lace panties visible through the thin fabric.
The moment you round the corner his eyes are on you, drinking in every inch of your exposed skin.
“Hey,” he swallows.
“Hi Buck,” you answer softly, wringing your shirt between your hands. “Are you baking without me?”
“You really are a dream come true,” he whispers.
Your eyebrows draw together and you tilt your head.
“What?” you ask, taking a step closer to him.
“My dream…” he murmurs. “You were in my dream.”
“Was it a good dream?” you ask, excitedly.
“It was the best dream I’ve ever had,” he answers, putting down the spatula.
“That’s amazing. I’m so happy for you!” you sing.
He turns toward you and moves into your space, crowding your against the counter.
“Thanks,” he says, lightly grazing his fingers down your arm.
You try to keep your body from responding but his touch sends a shiver down your spine.
“How come you’re awake then?” you ask through a shaky breath.
“Well, it was such a good dream that when I woke up I couldn’t go back to sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
He tilts his head and lightly skims his lips over your temple.
“Oh,” is all you manage to say.
“Don’t ya wanna know what it was about baby doll?”
He pulls back to look at you and you nod, trying to concentrate on the words falling from his lips rather than his hard body pressed to yours.
“Well, it all started kinda like this. We were up in the middle of the night and we were baking something. I don’t even remember what it was.”
“Uh huh,” you say, digging your teeth into your bottom lip.
“But you weren’t wearing this,” he smirks, rubbing your thin tee shirt between his fingertips. “You were wearing my Henley and…”
His hand dips lower and he lifts the hem of your shirt, stopping long enough to make sure there is no apprehension in your eyes.
“Bucky please,” you whimper, giving him all he needs.
With teasing movements, he lifts the shirt high enough to reveal your pink panties.
“You definitely weren’t wearing these,” he croons.
“What was I…”
“Nothing,” he interrupts as he hooks his finger into the lace at your hip.
“Then what happened?” you ask him, digging your fingers into his shoulders.
“Then…” he starts, dipping his head close enough to gently run his nose along your skin.
His lips press to yours and he coaxes the softest sounds from the back of your throat before deepening the kiss and swallowing your moans. Long and nimble fingers tease the edge of your panties before slipping lower.
With a hiss against your lips, he slides his fingers through the wetness between your legs, parting your folds and rubbing your clit in slow circles.
Your back arches and you press yourself into him, letting your legs fall open. His metal hand cradles the back of your neck and he angles your head back, exposing the delicate column and kissing along the length of it.
“And then?” you gasp, feeling the light press of his finger.
He hums against your skin as his lips move across your jaw and he sets his heated gaze on yours. He slowly pushes one finger inside you, letting his eyes close just long enough to savor the feel before he opens them again and pushes a second one in.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to show you everything I did.”
You clench around his fingers, rocking your hips onto his hand in a desperate plea for more.
“Oh fuck, baby doll, you feel better than anything I could ever dream of.”
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High Stakes Push
Summary- 1.4k Nick Gant x Reader. You and Nick have a job to do that require some skills that your rag-tag team of Division's Most Wanted posses. It requires some finesse, some surprise, and most importantly, not getting caught.
Warnings- Threatening manner. This is an 18+ Only Blog.
A/N- This is written for @darth-anakin-bucky 1k Challenge. My prompt will be italicized in the story. Thank you Suz for letting me participate and congratulations on your milestone. I'm sorry that this is so late though. All mistakes are my own.
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You fiddled just outside of the clubs exclusive door. Where you knew the card game was going on, waiting with a tray of drinks. Nick was already in there, working the game with a finesse that you trusted.
There was one thing Nick Gant was good at, it was a decent hustle. He would be able to goad and intice everyone to put everything they had into the game. Money, jewlery, cards, valuables. It was a gauranteed payday for you two, not to mention the other item you two were actually hired to steal, this was a easy job, a quick job and your little ragtag group desperatly needed it now that funds were running low once again.
The two of you had it down, even down to you imposing as a clubs waitress, dressed to kill if need be. Strapped to your inner thigh was a dagger that had gotten the two of you out of some less then desirable situations. You just hoped that this wouldnt be one of them.
Loud noises, bouncing lights and exuberant buzzed people pounded the energy behind you. You felt them, your body drawing from them the whole time, building, building, building. It throbbed in you, but you contained it like a little bomb in your core. A bouncer stood at the door, looking you up and down as if checking you out.
Sweet little innocent, you with your skimpy dress and tray of drinks looking to go resupply the game going on with the twenty-five thousand dollars buy in. Cassie told you this would be the one to hit, worked it all out for both you and Nick. Assured you that they would let you in thinking you were simply the owner's newest favorite working girl. You could play this part.
“How long you been here Sweetheart? Ain’t never seen you delivering drinks for Burgendy before.”
You already rehearsed this line, Nick worked with you to make sure you got it just right. “Long enough. Got Burgendy’s Dalmore 62.” You nodded at the ridiculous expensive shots carefully placed in the middle, which the man glanced down. “He’s expecting this right now. You are not gonna make me explain to Mr.Burgendy that I’m not bringing his victory shots because his man wouldn’t let me through.”
It’s all about bluff, all about bluff. He looked you over once more and then stepped aside to let you through. You breezed past him as if you belonged, climbing a red encased set of stairs to the upper levels. Another door was clicked open for you, allowing you to enter the exclusive game. You never even looked at Nick as you approached the club owner.
A truly vile man who took advantage of his workers in various ways. Cleaning him out gave you a sense of pleasure, as well as the rest of the men here. You could see the collection in the center of the table, piled high, just waiting to be plucked. Burgundy boasted out in a confident laugh, beckoning you in closer to him. “Got something just for me? You sure are a pretty thing.” His hand clasped the back of your ass, a fat hand digging into a cheek like he owned you.
The temptation to stab the fuck in his neck right there was strong. But you resisted. You felt a rumble of the table and you willed Nick to chill and not loose his cool, not yet.
You set the requested shots in front of the owner, smiling sweetly as you played the sweet innocent part, pretending to stutter over your words and act meek. “Y-yes, straight from the bar. They said it was your favorite Sir.”
“Oh you are a keeper. Ass like a dime and manners to boot.” He pulled out his wallet and slipped the last remaining bill from it, tucking it in the front of your dress. “Keep this up Honey and I will keep you on my personal staff.”
You had the wallet in sight, his ID’s and cards that was your main target in sight, it was enough to act not. For the first time you glanced at Nick, the clear signal. Now.
Nick pushed back from the table, well out of harm's way while all that club energy you stored, you let it go. A heavy boom of a wave pounded around the table, the shock wave sending the bastards gambling at the table flying in all corners as if blasted from some invisible force. Nick managed to keep them pinned in place, his fingers splayed wide while maintaining the pressure across the room. “Gather it up Y/N, I can’t hold this many for long.”
You scrambled, scooping up the wallet where Burgendy dropped it and sweeping your arm across the table to shove everything into a bag you had folded under your dress. You grabbed the dagger strapped to your thigh, leaning over Burgendy as he struggled against the pressure, beads of sweat rolling down his face in his fear. You let the knife tip slide along the edge of his face, sneering at him. “An anonymous buyer sends there regards. Keep fucking with your employees and someone worst then us will be back.” You snapped up to a stand, striding out of the room from a different exit with Nick right behind you.
His arm went over your shoulder and he started counting doors, looking for that fifth one that Cassie insisted would take you through the kitchen and out into the back alleyway. There was yelling behind you, which you glanced over Nicks shoulder and sure enough, the bouncer who let you in was bursting through the door and looking for you.
“We gotta get out of here Nick.” You ducked your head a bit to keep him from noticing you.
“On it.” There was a twist of his fingers and the door burst open to let you two slip through. The kitchen ignored you two while darting down the aisle. You felt bad because these people were innocent in all this but you had to make a distraction.
Nick did it for you, tossing up trays of utensils and food behind the two of you. No one continued following you, paused by the mess of flying plates and expensive fliet mignon. The back door was your saving grace, bursting out by a dumpster that looked like a body or two had been tossed in before and a disaster of a alleyway, Nick pulled you two to hide around it, out of sight. He enclosed you into his arms, shielding you form sight as your dress would have been a dead giveaway and you reached around him to yank his hoodie over his head, keeping your heads together while the door on the other side of the dumpster burst open. “We lost them Sir…”
Nick and you held your breath, praying that he wouldn’t look around too much. You heard shuffling and the creak of the door slamming shut once again. “Well, he put zero effort into looking for us.” Nick scoffed as he let his tight hold loosen.
“Just like Cassie said.” You said confidently as you let yourself give a nervous chuckle. Nick turned his gaze to that dress, whistling softly.
“You look smoking hot in that Bunny.” He pinned you back to the alleys brick wall, his good mood at pulling this off making his features lighten up, a mischievous glint in his eyes while he traced a finger over the plunging v in the front. “I was ready to pop that bastards head off, touching you like that.”
“I’m glad you maintained control. You are getting better.” You praised while he went in for that kiss, one that was just dirty in all the best ways, the adrenaline rush making you gasp against plush lips that still tasted of overpriced liquor and promises of a good time once they returned back to their little current hidey-hole. Your hand grasped the back of his neck to hold yourself in place, brushing into the spikey strands to give a gentle tug. Nick hissed against your lips, but let himself lift away.
“Nick, if we get caught kissing in a small, dark, kind of shady alleyway, it’s on you.”
“Ain’t no one gonna catch us.” As he said that, the door slammed back open, making you both duck out of sight. Once it went quiet again, Nick jerked his head towards the street, taking your hand. “You’re right. Let’s not push our luck.”
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fear is the heart of love
Characters - Yandere!Reader and Mickey Henry
Warnings - Dark Reader Fic, Stalking, Non Con Voyeurism, Masturbation and Fingering (not graphic), Violence, Obsession
a/n - This is something completely new for me and I'm back in my dark zone, written entirely in first person and with a dark reader. I got the prompt "I love you more than anything" from @musingsinmoonlight for her 1k challenge and with a little help from @navybrat817 @dreamlessinparis and @sweeterthanthis I created this. Sorry if this wasn't what you were expecting Suz 🫣
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The cafe was busy, filled with groups of friends meeting for brunch, older couples sitting in peace enjoying the sun’s heat against their skin and then there was me.
I sat in the corner, the ice in my coffee slowly melting as I pretended to read my book. I kept my eyes on Mickey a few tables over as he talked with the woman from last night, gesticulating wildly as he told her a story about his friend. The sun glinted off the rings he never seemed to take off, the rings that I could still feel against my skin, a memory from when he lovingly gripped my hips a few nights ago.
I was in Athens with work, helping them open a new office when I met Mickey. He was DJing at a bar I had been taken to and I was instantly smitten, his boyish smile and energetic dancing had me hooked. He fought off a dark-haired girl who was standing to the side of his decks, seemingly desperate for his attention and made his way over to me.
We danced and kissed, knowing smiles shared between each other before I took him back to my hotel a few hours later, spending the night wrapped up in each other’s bodies. Nobody made me feel the way he did that night, I know he felt it too. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me.
I woke up the next morning to a note on the pillow beside me, “Thanks for the sleepover, I’ll be in the same place again tonight. Come say hi” I bit my lip and smiled at his scratchy writing, running my fingers over the smiley face he signed off with. I rolled over to where he slept and breathed in the leftover scent of sea salt and sandalwood from the bedding.
It was Saturday and I had the entire day to myself so I went out exploring, buying a few things for friends at home and sampling the local food at the market. I couldn’t get my mind off Mickey though, the minutes passed by so slowly and I needed a distraction.
I grabbed my phone out of my bag and looked for a nearby clothes store, I knew nothing I packed for this trip would be good enough and I wanted to look my best for him. I passed a jewellery store on my way and something caught my eye, everything was falling into place nicely as if fate was playing her part in our story.
I made my way to the bar later that night, wearing the new dress I had bought to impress him. Making sure the little surprise I bought him was secure in my bag as I fished out €20 for the elaborate cocktails.
The bass was already thumping and I could hear the crowd having a good time as I rounded the corner to find him. I couldn’t stop the noise that came out of my mouth at the sight in front of me.
There he was standing behind the decks, his hands pawing at the body of a mystery blonde girl, kissing her the way he kissed me last night. It felt like I had been punched in the gut, I dropped the drinks and cringed when the people around me cheered. He invited me here tonight. He slept with me only hours before, I still remember how he whispered sweet things in my ear as his hips snapped against mine, he told me I wasn’t like other girls and he was so lucky to have met me.
This other girl must have thrown herself at him, there was no other explanation. He needed my help, I couldn’t just leave him here with her, who knows what might happen. I hid behind someone tall, reaching into my bag and running my fingers over the cool metal of the promise ring I bought him earlier.
I stayed in the shadows all night so she wouldn’t see me as I kept watch, it felt like she was twisting a knife in my back whenever she laughed at something he said. He was smiling at her, showing her how to use his equipment, clearly just a show for the crowd.
I followed them back to what I assumed was his place, watching as they fell through his front door. He was smart not to lock it behind him, he knows I’m here to protect him and need to get in without her noticing me so I can keep watch. I counted to a hundred before walking inside, shaking my head at how messy he was. He must have stripped off on his way to the bedroom, I picked up his clothes and folded them up, taking a deep breath and smiling at the scent I recognised from last night. I decided to take them back to my hotel so he has a change of clothes when he comes back over.
I heard noises coming from the other room and quietly walked over, peering through the crack in the door. I was shocked to find them both naked, his fingers buried deep inside her as she moaned into his mouth. I slip my hand into my underwear, copying his movements with my fingers since he was probably thinking about me anyway.
I had to bury my face in his clothes to drown out the sounds of my moaning as I kept rhythm with him. I couldn’t stay here any longer, he seemed to have this under control and I could talk to him another time about better ways to deal with women who throw themselves at him.
The next morning I woke up early and made my way over to his place, I waited across the street in the little park that faced his building. They seemed to take a long time to come out and I was getting restless, I considered breaking back into the building but before I could finish my thought they came out hand in hand. I figured he was just waiting for her cab to arrive but was angered as I watched him grab her hand and walk down the street.
That’s how I found myself here at the cafe, watching them both and making sure he was safe. They sat a little too close together, her hand on his leg rubbing circles into his thigh with her thumb as they talked. A child a few tables away let go of their balloon, crying loudly and causing me to lose concentration for a moment.
One moment is all it took, a dark-haired girl had approached them both, I couldn’t quite hear what she was saying but the look on Mickey’s face said it all. She was another person I needed to keep him safe from, thankfully that was going to be easy because right now she was walking towards the bathrooms.
Perfect. Out of sight and easy to clean up after.
I took one more look over before making my way over to the ladies. The girl was crying at the sink, looking at herself in the mirror and that’s when I recognised her. She was there the night I met Mickey, she was desperate for his attention then as well. I stood beside her, washing my hands, and asked her if she was ok.
She nodded her head and tried to stop herself from crying, sniffling and taking deep breaths. I waited until the room was empty before grabbing her hair and slamming her face into the mirror, over and over until she fell to the floor. The noise of what happened must have travelled because as if by magic in walked the blonde girl asking what happened.
She took one look at the scene in front of her and screamed out, I charged at her and knocked her down, straddling her waist and punching her in the face repeatedly until the noise stopped. I was covered in her blood but that’s ok, he’s worth it.
A small crowd of people ran in as I was on top of her, including Mickey. He was shouting down at me and pushing me off the woman. I smiled up at him and raised my bloodied hand, "I had to do it. Don't you see? I love you more than anything."
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A Wish Fulfilled
Warnings 18+ for the following:- Pregnancy Talk, Very Mild Implied Manipulation, Talk of Children, Fingering, F/F Sexual Interactions, Use of Pet Names, Fluff. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it as much as I did writing it.
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Pairings:- Maria Hill x Female Reader (core pairing), Steve Rogers x Original Female Character x Bucky Barnes (established relationship).
Author’s Note 1:- This is for @musingsinmoonlight 1k Followers Writing Challenge. Congratulations Suz on this wonderful achievement. 1k people who know just how amazing, kind, talented and beautiful you are. Now onto the next 1k. You deserve this and so much more. lyl💞💞 Hope you like it.
Challenge Prompt:- "Hey, leave them alone. They just fell asleep."
Author’s Note 2:- Though written as an offshoot of an on-going, unposted fanfiction where Steve and Bucky have achieved the perfect family life they always wanted, this can easily be read on its own as only the necessary information from that story is alluded to here.
Author’s Note 3:- As always, all images have been found through google search.
Synopsis:- An interfering Tony Stark gives your wife the perfect opportunity to convince you there’s more love in you to give than you’re willing to admit.
Total Word Count:- 3,810
Turning off the blender and scooping out another round of freshly mashed up ingredients, the laughter and childish conversations reaching your ears from either the living room or foyer forced you to pause in your task momentarily and wonder how the hell you had ever ended up here. Oh sure, you knew it was your shared history with this extraordinary family, but this ... taking care of two kids and a dog while Tony dragged the heroes away for what he titled 'Adult Recreation' ... this was crazy.
Thinking back to the morning around a week and a half ago when your wife had surprised you in bed with all your favorite foods, you should have known then that something wasn't right. Of course it wasn't that Maria wasn't romantic ... far from it actually. Both of you knew how to express your love for each other in and out of the bedroom. But for her it was usually the grand, expensive, very public gestures that won out. After all she told you so on your wedding day that she wanted to show you off to the whole world. So why then didn't the alarm bells start ringing as she smiled at you from the door in a top that left very little to the imagination.
Walking gingerly towards you and placing the tray carefully on the bed before she slipped back in beside you, the first bite of the glorious meal had no sooner settled in your stomach when the words began to flow out of her mouth. Informing you that Tony was taking the Original Avengers and their significant others away for a well deserved break to relax, unwind and hopefully add some more numbers to the next generation, Steve and Bucky's wife was hoping that she, and more specifically you, would agree to look after their twins.
Stopping eating and focusing your attention on your wife to make sure you had heard correctly in your still sleep-addled state, the look on her angelic face told you more than any words ever could. She was serious. Letting this revelation sink in, you acknowledged of course why Christina would choose you. Having bonded over your fears for your respective spouses and her having served as your maid of honor, the closeness that now made you feel like sisters was more than enough reason for her to trust you with their little ones.
But was it something you wanted?
Knowing of course that if anyone needed and deserved a break it was definitely Christina, agreeing to take care of two year old Nicholas Anthony and Winnifred Sarah however could be a can of worms you weren't sure you wanted to open. Having met Maria Hill when your company catered the Barnes / Cronin / Rogers wedding, a whirlwind romance found the two of you exchanging vows a year later in an extravagant ceremony that had papers, magazines and tv shows alike wondering how soon and which one of you was going to show.
If it was up to you it would be neither. But Maria was a different story.
Spending more time with the Avengers outside of work through your friendship with Mrs. Rogers-Barnes, she couldn't fail to notice how easily Morgan Stark, the Barton kids, Nicholas and Winnie all responded to you and how you in turn seemed to light up whenever you were around them. You seemed to come alive with them in a way you rarely did with adults, being one of the few grown ups willing to spend hours entertaining their games and encouraging their imaginations. Surely then there was no obstacle to passing on the abundant amount of love that existed between both of you. Or was there?
Every time the beautiful brunette brought it up or dropped hints regarding how good you were with children, you always wrote it off as nothing more than having the freedom to hand them back to their parents when you were done. For you, this arrangement was simple. There was no responsibility. No fear of failure. No sleepless nights wondering if the decisions you made today were the right ones or whether they would irreparably screw up your child's life in a week, a month or years down the road from now.
Yet how could you tell the love of your life something like that? Having come from a home where one parent gave so much of themselves to their family to the detriment of their own sense of self and the other was a prime example of why certain people should be left alone, never mind being responsible for caring for and shaping another human being, you really couldn't reconcile the existence of a middle ground where peace, love, harmony and common sense helped to foster the perfect environment where children thrived and were accepted for the amazing individuals they could be. Knowing all that, how could you tell someone you promised everything to that you would rather face down an alien invasion than be a parent? Especially given how that same person had done that and lived to tell the tale.
The answer was you didn't have to.
Somehow, having only known you for a short time, Maria had an uncanny ability for reading all the little things you never told her. Maybe it was because of her job? Who knew? Either way she knew your kind heart, which is how you figured you really ended up here. Four weeks sequestered away with your wife in the Rogers-Barnes mansion getting a feel for the responsibility of caring for two mini super soldiers and an equally rambunctious husky while your friend got to engage in some quality, stress-free activities with both her husbands at the same time. Still you had your doubts, but being reassured by Bucky and Christina that you and Maria were more than capable of handling the little ones, your other half was more than willing to get stuck in.
Leaving them talking by the living room as you wandered into the kitchen and tried to get comfortable around the place, it was a slight relief to discover that Steve alone shared your reservations or at least wasn't ready to have their kids in someone else's care for any amount of time just yet. Going through every minute detail with you regarding security, the kids, the puppy, the mansion and of course the all important information for reaching them in an emergency, Christina finally kissing her children and dragging her husbands out of the house with a smile left you wondering where you went from here.
But you need not have worried. After two sleepless nights where every little noise and flicker had you walking the floor checking on Nick, Winnie and Howler, no sinister goings on and Maria's tender embrace, heartfelt reassurances and talented body helped ease your fears that maybe this wasn't such a terrible mistake after all. It also helped that Steve really had thought of everything when he designed this place.
Sporting enough toys and gadgets to stock most upmarket toy stores, the walk-in pantry and outdoor planting beds ensured that no occupant of the house, human or animal would get bored or hungry. The fenced-in play area out the back also had everything to keep Nick and Winnie safe and entertained in all types of weather while the spacious yard allowed Howler ample room to run off the excess energy he accumulated watching over the little ones every night from his bed by the nursery door. It helped too that the indoors also were not only under the watchful eye of Stark's super qualified A.I., but Steve and Bucky had ensured that the whole place was a baby-proofed fortress. Even walking out with Maria and your temporary family in the surrounding countryside had you wondering if given the right start and foundation, you could overcome your fears and give Maria the only other thing in this world she truly wanted.
So as the microwave pinged, you found yourself once more back in the present as the woman you loved painted a picture of domestic bliss with a two year old on each hip as she followed the cute little puppy into the kitchen. "Hey cupcake, Howler's nose seemed to indicate that lunch was ready. Would he be right?" she asked, settling the kids into their chairs and coming round the island to place a tender kiss against your cheek before heading to the cabinet to fetch some bowls.
"Yeah snowflake," you replied with a smile as you opened the microwave door and carefully retrieved the kids' food before continuing, “and our plates are on the island. Do you mind?” you asked while accepting their bowls from Maria as she then opened the door to let the little brown husky out for a run before grabbing your meals. Spooning out the little ones’ food and handing one bowl to Maria, you then sat down beside Nick as she took her place beside Winnie and hoped once again that the mess would be kept to a minimum. Having only really been responsible for them for almost two weeks so far, but having been a constant in their lives from the moment they were two months old, you had learned early on that though they were twins, they were both uniquely different.
Though you knew from your friendship with their mother that it was never found out who the father was, you could already see that each had their own defining traits and characteristics and this was also displayed during mealtimes with Winnie treating everything as playtime. The sweet girl with her blonde waves and blue eyes who loved to be involved in everything, had seemed to be a fountain of endless energy. Running, climbing, getting into things and places she shouldn't, it was as if nothing was beyond her. A possible mini version of either super soldier through and through, you shuddered to think what trouble she would cause her parents as she got older. While the dark haired Nick though quiet and reserved like his mom, still seemed every bit as sharp and destructive as his sister if the mood hit him. Looking between the two as Winnie slapped her spoon into her food, a part of you wondered sometimes if he was happy being ignored in favor of his twin so he could maybe get up to worse shenanigans. Still at present he seemed to be the angelic one, which is why you thought he seemed most comfortable around you. Two peas in a pod, you and Nick seemed to like taking things at a measured pace while Maria and Winnie were even now making enough noise to wake the dead.
Feeding them somewhat easily since they were pretty good at helping themselves and then spending the remainder of the day playing with them, talking to them, changing them, washing them and settling them into bed while also looking after the puppy that seemed to interact so effortlessly with both kids, the routine seemed to be working well and family life seemed like something worth considering until the end of your third week.
Awakened by a cry, you carefully slipped out of bed and Maria's embrace before shushing Howler and opening the door of the nursery to find Nick sitting up in bed, while Winnie was crying in hers. Looking quickly between your sleeping wife and the curious blue-eyed boy, you figured Winnie was the more immediate concern. So walking towards her, you picked her up and placing her on the changing table, checked to make sure this was not the source of her discomfort. Finding nothing soiled, you then placed her back down and did a quick check in with Nick before his sister's tears began to flow once again. Checking the schedule and confirming that you and Maria had indeed completed every step Steve had laid out like every other night you’d been here, you suddenly thought back on something you had seen once in a movie and figured it was worth a try.
Closing the nursery door so as not to wake your sleeping spouse, you carefully positioned each child in your arms and then asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn on some soothing music. Dancing around the floor in time with the tune, half an hour later found two little ones securely back in the land of candy floss clouds and chocolate streams as you began to acknowledge, if only to yourself, that perhaps there was some hope for you after all. Asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to then lower the volume, you carefully settled each child back in their cribs and almost undid all your efforts by releasing a tiny squeal when a body pressed against your back and two arms encircled your waist. "Need a hand?" Maria asked before kissing your neck and reaching out to finish placing a blanket over little Nick who thankfully slept on obliviously to this new intruder.
"Hey, leave them alone. They just fell asleep." you replied in a low, shaky voice so as not to erase the achievement of the past half hour.
Ignoring you and carefully finishing what she had started, Maria then turned back towards you, took your hand and walking out of the nursery, closed the door before leading you over to the bed. "Hey cupcake, why didn't you wake me?" she asked as she sat down with her back against the headboard and pulled you down to sit between her legs. "You know I'm here to help," she continued as her lips began to place soft kisses along your neck and shoulder.
"I know snowflake," you replied as you sank back against her warm body and allowed her lips to ease away your lingering cares, "but I didn't have the heart to wake you. You looked so peaceful and work so hard."
"So do you," she reminded you as her lips left your skin while her hands began to work their way along your arms. Moving, seeking and kneading out all the tightness she found along your shoulders as your body began to relax more, Maria couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at how easily, despite all your reservations, you had taken to looking after the little ones. Oh she knew this life of domestic bliss was still a concept you couldn’t grasp, but she also knew that given the right nudge, that innate goodness and selfless nature of yours would lend itself perfectly to family life. She now just had to get you in the right frame of mind to agree and oh did she have her ways.
Moaning softly under her talented fingers as your head fell back against her shoulder, your lips meeting hers told her everything she needed to know. Despite the secret fears you harbored and which kept you awake most nights, the love both of you felt for each other was powerful enough to see you through anything. Even kids. And so as you closed your eyes and hummed in satisfaction, she figured now was as good a time as any to try again.
"Hey cupcake," she cooed by your ear as her hands left your shoulders and began the slow journey down your arms, "do you think these past two weeks have made you reconsider?" she asked as her fingers began to toy with the hem of your t-shirt.
"Reconsider what snowflake?" you asked as you arched out towards her wandering digits while your skin came alive under her ministrations..
"Having kids. Starting a family," she clarified as she began to work your t-shirt off your body while her lips started exploring your skin once again.
Looking back on the last three weeks as well as the one to come, even you had to acknowledge that leaving this behind was going to be hard. But how could you have this? How would it work? Despite Maria's precision and dedication at work, or perhaps because of it, you were the more sensible and practical one in the relationship. You thought through everything more than once. Followed every thought through every possible outcome and then returned to see if there was something you missed. Even now as Maria's hands massaged your breasts while her fingers played with your nipples, your eyes wandered to the door that separated you and your devilish spouse from the two sleeping children. Maria had no such cares however. Playing your body like the finely tuned instrument she knew by heart, it seemed outside of work being carefree and adventurous was how she wished to exist.
So placing her legs over yours and gently spreading them open as her hands began to trail down towards your flower, her teeth nibbling on your earlobe had your hands shooting up to cover your mouth as a particularly loud gasp escaped your lips and drew the attention of what you thought was a sleeping puppy. "Well cupcake, what do you say?" she asked again as her fingers now settled on your intimate area and began to travel through your quickly moistening folds, "want some beautiful girl calling you mama? A sweet, devoted baby boy adoring you long after I’m gone? You and I pregnant and barefoot together?" she now whispered in your ear as her fingers breached your sex and began pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. "Can you answer me?"
Breathing through your nose as your hands still covered your mouth, the images she spoke of sprang to life before your very eyes. As did the questions that invariably followed. Could you handle two kids at once? Sure you had been doing it for three weeks so far. But Maria was with you all that time and the house really played a factor in how easy they were to manage. Then there were the questions of something going wrong. Pregnancy complications, health issues, your careers and all that that entailed. On top of that there was the frightening thought that hit you the same time Maria's fingers zeroed in on your clit and g-spot and worked you towards your first orgasm of the night ... multiple births.
Sure the idea of a mini Maria running around the place thanks to an anonymous donor left a warm, fuzzy feeling in your heart, but the thought of more than one. At once. And what pray tell if a child was to end up like you. Sure you were kind hearted and selfless, but only to a point. Cross that line, push you too far and you were like a totally different person. Bitchy, selfish, arrogant even, these were not the type of personality traits that a child of yours would grow out of once the terrible two and teenage years were behind them. Did you really want to deal with that? Did Maria?
Coming down from your high as your beautiful wife gently coaxed your body towards another, your mind tried to think through the other options available to satisfy the wish you now accepted Maria was never going to let go of. Adoption was controlled. One child at a time and no more. Your worse character traits hopefully mitigated through no genetic connection. But that way could also be fraught with disappointment as Maria’s job all but ensured that rejection was the most likely outcome. The same issue might occur with surrogacy. Was it really worth the effort to track down a complete stranger who would approve of your careers and lifestyle to help fulfill your wife’s dream of having a family?
But still, she knew you too well. Moving her unoccupied hand up to free your mouth as her other hand continued to make you feel like the center of the universe, the second your moans reached the room her lips captured yours once more in a passionate kiss before she spoke again. "Stop thinking cupcake. Shut off your brain for one second and allow your heart to feel. Tell me what you want," she pleaded as her right hand continued to caress your soft walls while her left hand cupped your chin so your eyes never left hers.
Thrusting your hips down on her hand as your eyes searched her blue ones and saw nothing but confidence and adoration reflected back at you, you took a leap, stopped thinking and uttered the first thing that came out of your mouth. "I want it all. God help me, despite the fear and uncertainty I want to grow old with you as our children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren learn to live, grow and love in this world you fight so hard to protect."
Watching now as her eyes glistened with unshed tears as you felt the moisture leave your own, a somehow invisible weight felt like it had been lifted off you as Maria swiftly removed her hand from your pussy, flipped you onto your back and crashed her lips down on yours once again. Kissing you over and over again as her flowing hair formed a curtain around your faces, the love radiating from her was enough to tell you you had made the right decision. Still now it was someone else's fears that had to be addressed.
"Are you sure?" Maria asked between kisses as both of your limbs became a tangle while your arms encircled her waist and held her closer than you ever thought you had before. "You won't change your mind?" she choked out as her lips finally parted from you and her eyes searched yours for some sign that your head was once again in charge and her greatest wish was about to be snatched back from her before it had a chance to take hold.
Recognizing her fear as easily as any of your own, your heart broke that you could cause this reaction as your body rolled both of you over and tried to rectify the situation. "No snowflake, I promise that won't happen," you reassured as you propped yourself up on your elbows and stared lovingly down at the hard assed S.H.I.E.L.D. agent whose tough exterior hid a heart bigger than the ocean. Knowing now that you could no more deny her this one thing than you could the air in your lungs as you skimmed your fingers over her cheek, the soft murmurs echoing out from the nursery through the baby monitor created the perfect accompaniment to the tender love session that followed as you said goodbye to the night with new hope for the weeks and life ahead.
Wrapping you in her arms then as sleep finally fell over the peaceful mansion, a whispered exchange of I love yous had Maria dreaming of a wish fulfilled and all the life changing adventures that came with it.
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Silence
Summary: Broken promises lead to silent treatments. But Peter’s persistent.
Warnings: Slight Angst? Fluff, Slightly NSFW Ending
Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x GN!Reader
Prompt: “Touch me again, and I'm pushing you off the bed.”
Written for @musingsinmoonlight follower celebration ~Congrats again!
This is sorta written a lil different than how I usually write, and I managed not to use yn. And it's been a hot minute since I wrote a oneshot so I'm kind proud about this😊
“Bug, please.”
He’d been trying for what felt like an eternity, but in truth was only a few hours. It was an accident, something that was out of his control. Well, it wasn’t entirely out of his control, but still. The shut door and silent treatment was a bit much.
“Come on bug.”
Peter looked up when the door opened, slightly grinning as he looked up at you, sighing softly.
“Hey bug.”
His face fell when you turned, leaving the door open, scrambling to get up and follow you.
“Bug?”
Peter followed behind you, slightly making a face. He knew you could hear him, but you were still ignoring him.
“Bug please. I said I was sorry.”
Peter followed you into your room, watching as you climbed into bed, his eyes widening.
“Seriously? A pillow wall? Bug come on, you can’t be serious.”
He watched as you pulled the covers over you, laying on your side, your back towards the pillow wall.
“Bug.”
Peter sighed when you didn’t respond, nodding as he started to pull his shirt off, mumbling.
“Finally lets me in only to keep us separate.”
After changing into his pjs he walked towards your side of the bed, leaning down. He furrowed his brows when you turned your head further into the pillow, huffing as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. He walked around the bed, climbing in and laying on his side.
“Love you bug.”
He glared at the wall of pillows, huffing as he mumbled.
“Not you. I hate you.”
He glared at the pillows for sometime, listening to your heart beat into a slow steady drum, grinning slightly as he yanked the pillows up, throwing them away from the bed. He wiggled closer to you, moving to lay his arm over your side when you grabbed his arm, placing it back by his side.
“Aw, come on bug.”
He went to try again, only for you to grab his arm once more, causing him to huff, murmuring as he leaned up on his arm, looking down at you.
“I can’t touch you but you can touch me. Fair.”
He laid back down, looking over at you.
“I thought you were asleep, you faker.”
He gasped when you smacked him in the face with your pillow, shooting you a look.
“Hey!”
You laid back down with a small huff, causing Peter to glare slightly. He slowly reached towards you, poking your back. When you didn’t respond he did it again, moving up your back. He started to draw mindless patterns, grinning when you didn’t bother to stop him. So he started to alternate between poking and drawing, growing more spontaneous when you never stopped him. He leaned up on his elbow, grinning when you turned with a huff, shooting him a look.
“Touch me again and I’m pushing you off the bed.”
He laughed, shaking his head as he moved so he was slightly hovering over you.
“She speaks.”
You shook your head, biting your bottom lip. Peter grinned, nodding.
“Okay then.”
He leaned down, his hands skimming your sides as he placed his head at your neck, blowing raspberries. He applied pressure, smirking against your neck when you started to squirm.
“There she is.”
He started to tickle you more, letting out a yelp and then a groan when he landed on the floor. He looked up at you, seeing you leaning over the side of the bed, biting your lip as you shook your head, grinning.
“Bug.”
You started to laugh, trying to keep your laughter under control as he sat up.
“I- I’m sorry. But I- I told you!”
Peter grinned as he stood up, nodding as he knelt on the side of the bed, causing you to move backwards as he leaned over you, causing you to lay down.
“Yeah, yeah you did.”
You grinned as he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. He leaned up before you could respond to the kiss, pouting up at him as he cupped your jaw, running his thumb along your cheek.
“Are you done giving me the silent treatment now?”
You grinned, shrugging. Peter nodded, leaning down.
“I bet I can make you talk.”
You tilted your head to the side, raising your eyebrows in challenge, causing Peter to nod as he leaned down, kissing along your jaw.
“Yeah bug, I’ll make you talk.”
He worked his way to your ear, practically growling as he leaned further down onto you.
“I’ll make you talk and moan. And this time, I’ll keep my promise.”
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