Enamored [39] - Honeymoon

@dilemmaontwolegs you know I love you but if you do that I might just die of sadness

Hi! Uh, could i request some grief prompts? Like uh, A just lost B? If thats too dark you could just do villain x hero prompts instead fkksjs

It’s not too dark at all! I might do villain x hero prompts further down the line.

Grief Prompts

Prompts

A and B were very close but B was never open or affectionate to A. After they died, A goes through B’s stuff and finds a box of trinkets. The box is full of pictures of A and B, momentoes that A gave B, and other things from their relationship.

After B’s death, everyone is gathered together, shocked with grief. A joins the room, chattering happily about something B did earlier, unsure why everyone else looks so upset.

When B was alive, A and B had casual rituals that they would follow without a fault; A would bring B coffee in the morning and leave it on their bedside table, B would make A a sandwich at lunchtime, A would drop a towel into B’s room at 6 because they know that B always showers at 6:30, and so on. After B dies, A can’t help but unconsciously keep doing the rituals.

After B dies, A has to tell B’s much younger sibling. Unsure how to gently break the news to a kid who doesn’t know much about death, A paints a fanciful image of the afterlife.

Everyone knows that B was writing a novel before they passed. A finds the unfinished story, in the process discovering hundreds of ideas and short stories by B (some of them not-so-subtly about A).

(Building off of 5) A takes it upons themselves to finish B’s story. They pour over their notes, go to B’s favourite brainstorming places, and try to figure out how B would end their novel.

Oneliners

“If I knew that those would be my last words to you, I would’ve said something sweeter”

“You son of a bitch, you promised me we’d grow old together. You promised me!”

“I don’t know for sure if angels exist, but if they do, B is one of them”

“Aren’t you supposed to pour out some drink when someone dies, as a sign of respect?” “At this point, I’ll take any excuse to get hammered”

“If you’re still somehow here . . . can you send a sign? Anything?”

For anyone that is body shaming Sebastian Stan, you are not welcome here.

Fuck it’s 8 am and I am now devastated by Tony’s death all over again 😭

I love you but I kinda hate you at the same time 😭

3)When B was alive, A and B had casual rituals that they would follow without a fault; A would bring B coffee in the morning and leave it on their bedside table, B would make A a sandwich at lunchtime, A would drop a towel into B’s room at 6 because they know that B always showers at 6:30, and so on. After B dies, A can’t help but unconsciously keep doing the rituals.

With Loki or Tony....

Thank you so much! This one is for the one and only Tony Stark <3 sorry, Pepper - you don't exist in this fic.

Warnings: grief, crying, panic attack WC: 1.4k

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Chronic insomnia, self diagnosed of course, left you the sole occupant of the avengers compound throughout the night. Sure, people came and went but you were the only one who roamed the empty halls looking for something to keep you mind occupied. Sleep had been elusive before Tony died but now it was slipperier Rocket in the armoury, there was no chance of catching it.

By 6am the sleep deprivation left you teetering on the edge of reality and imagination, the moment of bliss where you could forget everything you lost. As the sun began its torturous climb over the horizon you would make your way back to the top floor, taking the stairs so you wouldn’t have to make polite conversation with the agents already up for the day. Your calves burned from the climb but you made it to the penthouse and stopped to take in the breathtaking panorama of the place you had called home since meeting Tony.

You put the kettle on and let your eyes burn as they stared into the sun, waiting for the water to boil. Your fingers curled into the handles of two mugs on reflex and they fell smashing to the floor as you realised your mistake. The ceramic shattered against the tiled floor and you jumped as the sound broke through your sleepy haze.

“Is everything alright Miss Y/l/n?” Edith asked, the kitchen lights turning on with her programming.

“I’m fine, Edith.” You sighed, leaving the room in search of a broom to clean up your mess.

“Mr Stark said fine means freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional. Are you sure you are fine Miss Y/l/n.”

“I know what Tony said, don’t remind me what he said.” You all but growled. “I had years with him, I heard every word, every promise, every fucking lie!”

“Miss Y/l/n, your heart rate is becoming dangerously high.” Edith said, a holographic screen projecting your vital signs as the world began to tilt.

Your breathing was rapid and your head light as the spikes on the monitor reflected the panic attack that was physically manifesting all the pain you kept in your head. Your hands reached for the countertop as you could no longer hold yourself upright and Edith's voice faded as you slipped to the floor, sleep finally within your reach.

“Hey, you, yeah you sweetcheeks.” Tony whistled and you scrunched your nose up in distaste as you pointed to yourself.

“Pretty sure that’s a lawsuit, Mr Stark.” You said as you ignored your current task and strode over to him.

“Wouldn’t be my first.” He muttered under his breath. “What’s your name then darling?”

“I guess that’s an improvement.” You sighed. “It’s y/n.”

“Y/n.” He pursed his lips as he tested the sound on them, deciding if he liked it or not, probably already planning to pay you to change it if he didn’t. “Y/n…I like it, it suits you. Now, on your knees.”

“Mr Stark!” You gasped and raised your hand, fist closing and ready to wallop some manners into him when he burst out laughing.

“Please, call me Tony.” He chuckled and rolled out from under his hot rod he was working on. “I need a third hand to hold this part in place.”

Your lips fell open with a nervous laugh as you misread him, except you were sure he had known exactly how his words sounded. He was known to be the biggest flirt in California if not the US. Kneeling down beside him, you did as asked and held the part while he fixed it into place.

“Alright, now what?” You asked as you waited for him to give you another instruction.

“Lunch in New York, Dinner in New Orleans and the rest of our lives wherever you desire.”

You woke up alone in the oversized bed Tony had insisted on and you had to fight the immediate pain in your chest, even now you still expected to wake up and find Tony next to you. Even when Tony had been in it with you the majority of the bed went unused, Tony was always a little spoon, curling up at the edge of his side before reaching for your hand so he could pull you against his back and lace his fingers in yours. Few people would have ever known him the way you did or get to see the softer side that liked to snuggle under the sheets, it was something he only felt comfortable enough to do with you.

“Edith, how did I get here?” You asked as you sat up and kicked the blankets back, finding the sun almost reaching high noon.

“I, um, hope you don’t mind.” Peter said from the doorway, scratching his neck nervously. “Edith called me, I didn’t think you would want to go to the hospital.”

You sighed and ran a hand over your face, trying to chase away the memories that had tortured you in your sleep, leaving you even more exhausted. “Edith should have called an adult, you’ve got enough on your plate, you shouldn’t have to see that.”

“Sorry, Miss Y/l/n.” Edith apologised.

“I get it, I miss him too.” Peter visibly slumped as he looked at the portrait of you and Tony hanging on the wall.

“I still set the table for two.” You laughed but it was strangled and turned to a cry as you pulled your knees up to your chest. “Sorry, sorry.”

“If I do something I shouldn't, I expect to just see him standing there, looking down at me over his sunglasses.” Peter sniffed. “It was like losing my dad all over again.”

It wasn’t to say you thought your pain was the worst but you had forgotten that there were a whole lot of other people missing Tony in their own way. You were mourning your fiance, Peter was mourning his father figure, Rhodey was mourning his best friend. No pain was worse than the other, it was all just pain and you finally realised what Tony would have wanted for you.

For the first time since his death, getting out of the bed did feel like a mountain to climb. You crossed the room and let Peter break down in your arms, he was a boy who was forced to carry more weight than any teenager should. When his tears slowed, you led him to the kitchen and found the mess cleaned up before you sat him at the island and filled a pot with milk. You curled your fingers into two handles and placed them on the bench, brewing hot chocolate like you had always imagined doing with the children you had dreamt of one day having with Tony.

The clock struck noon and you realised you hadn’t even thought about looking at the door, the expectation of Tony walking in from his lab to have lunch with you. You were in charge of drinks and he would make the sandwiches, just another thing you hadn’t had since he passed. You missed lunch more often than not, lost in the daydream and waiting for him to make them, something that would never happen again. It was time to start making new habits.

Placing one mug in front of Peter, you opened the fridge and looked at the contents. “You hungry, kid?”

His eyes seemed to mist the nickname you unconsciously picked up from Tony and he shook his head. “I’m fine, y/n.”

You chuckled as you saw through his lie and offered a smile as you grabbed the ingredients for a decent sandwich. “You know what Tony said that means right?”

Peter shook his head again and you began to tell him the story, one of many memories you could impart on the kid. This was what Tony would have wanted, his family to remember his life not his death.

This is so good fuck I love you for writing that kind of stuff

Claws Out {2} || Stucky

STUCKY x shifter!fem!reader

Summary: After a delicious morning spent with Steve and Bucky you have a much less relaxing afternoon training with the Avengers Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, oral (both), mentions of male/male penetration, unprotected sex, reader injuries WC: ~2860

A/N: please head over to my side-blog HERE where my fics will be reblogged as a library. I have too many people than can be tagged now so I will be stopping it in the next few days to give people time to hit Get Notifications from @dilemmaslibrary - thank you so much for your support xxx

bucky masterlist || steve masterlist || Part 1 || Part 2

“Why are the curtains open?” Bucky complained as the bright light flooded the room. “Steve…go find someone else to annoy.”

Steve chuckled as he sat on the love seat across the room, your soft purrs radiating from his lap that you sat on, enjoying gentle strokes he placed along your spine.

“You’re gonna waste the day away in that bed, Buck.” 

“Not my fault.” Bucky groaned as he pulled his pillow out from under his head and put it over his face to block out the light. “You two kept me up all night. Where’s my morning cuddle?”

You looked up at Steve, nudging his hand with your head before jumping off and padding across to the bed the three of you had woken up entangled in. Your paws had barely touched the sheet before Bucky curled his arm around you and you pulled you under the blankets, your eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness as you settled against his chest. 

You transformed in his arms and wrapped yours around his waist, your human need to capture his lips compelling the change without a thought. Running your hand across the planes of his chest, you felt his slow, steady breaths begin to change and the scent of his arousal permeated from his every pore. Your body was already moving on its own, your hips pressing closer as your tongue swiped across his plump bottom lip. 

“Thought you were tired.” Steve teased, his voice growing deeper as he caught a whiff of the delicious musk. 

“I was.” He said as he broke away from your kiss to trail his own down your neck, the sheets falling away as Steve appeared at your side. “Now I’m wide awake.”

You could feel just how awake he was as he draped his leg over yours and his hard length pressed along your thigh. You were still feeling the sweet ache at your core from your night sandwiched between them but it didn’t stop you from antagonising them further as you reached for the waistband on Steve’s sweatpants. His hand came to rest on yours and he looked like he was going to argue as he looked at the light bruises across your thighs, the  marks from their hips thrusting against your supple skin. 

“You didn’t hurt me.” You said gently as you eased the material down his hips and freed his erection so you could stroke him. “I love that you don’t hold back.”

When your lips kissed the tip of his cock all thoughts of his lazy Sunday were thrown to the wind and he knelt onto the bed, filling your mouth with a satisfied groan at the warmth enveloping him. One of his hands brushed your cheek tenderly and he looked to Bucky who had moved down the bed, nudging your legs wider as he settled between them. Your lips were still swollen from the pounding they had received last night and you moaned around Steve’s cock as Bucky soothed them with his tongue.

“She tastes like you.” Bucky grinned at Steve between the teasing swirls he circled around your clit.

Your back arched at the reminder of Steve filling you late last night with Bucky knelt behind him, watching you over his shoulder as he spilled into Steve. You had loved learning the new dynamics that Steve brought to the relationship and you liked to think they did too, becoming closer than ever - physically and emotionally.

Steve ran his fingers through Bucky’s hair and massaged his scalp as he guided your head up and down his length, tipping his head back at the feeling of your mouth and the sight of Bucky eating you out. “This is not what I had planned for this morning.”

You pulled away, sucking all the way to his tip before releasing it with a small pop, wrapping your fingers around his girth. “What did you have planned?”

“I thought we could have…” he breathing laboured as you tightened your fist and dipped your head down to capture the bead of precum at his slit, “breakfast together.”

“That’s what we are doing.” Bucky chuckled. “Eating in.”

“That’s not what I meant, jerk.” Steve tried to growl but it turned to a moan as you cupped his tight sack and rolled it in your palm. “Shit.”

You loved the rare moments Steve would indulge in a curse and it sent your core tightening around Bucky’s fingers, your orgasm within sight. The bed shifted and you immediately missed the feel of Bucky’s warm mouth on your throbbing pearl but he was quick to wrap your legs around his hips and thrust his cock in instead. Your cry echoed the room at the sudden fullness but the sound was cut off as Steve pulled your hand away and silenced you with a mouthful. 

Your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head and Bucky fucked you hard, his hand reached out for Steve’s throat and pulling him closer. Your head spun at the sight above you, Steve and Bucky’s tongues fighting for dominance as they both thrust their cocks into your holes. 

You felt Steve’s cock swell first as he broke away from the passionate kiss and cried out with his release, the salty sweet flavour filling your mouth as you swallowed every drop of the huge load. You were delirious as your men filled your senses and the coil in your belly snapped, sending your pussy clenching around Bucky and keen mewls escaping your mouth. The sight of your tongue cleaning Steve of the saliva and cum that coated his cock and your walls spasming around him set off Bucky, his guttural cry vibrating through you as his back stiffened and his cock pulsed. 

Steve kissed your head and disappeared as Bucky collapsed beside you, his arm tossed happlessly over his eyes as his chest shuddered. You giggled as he kept his eyes shut but blindly reached for you and pulled you into his arms as Steve returned with a towel around his hips and two washcloths in his hands. You shivered at his tender touch, gently cleaning you with one warm cloth before doing the same to Bucky. 

“I love you.” You purred, a lazy smile gracing your face as you heard their responses echoed back.

“Now did I hear something about breakfast?”

The corridor to the industrial sized communal kitchen seemed to narrow as Natasha's voice echoed along the otherwise silent path through the facility. You felt Bucky and Steve stiffen beside you a second before the redhead came out of the room with Tony, her distrust for you palpable. She quickly turned on her heel and headed away but at least Tony looked happy to see you.

“Ah good, there you are.” Tony smiled. “Change your plans, get everyone out to the assault course, it’s competition time.”

“No, not until we sit down with Nat.” Steve argued. “We’re a family, we’re not meant to be divided.”

“Trust me, run the assault course and you’ll kill two birds with one stone, or should I say one cat?” He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and slipped them over his nose with a smirk and clapped his hands. “Round up the gang.”

You looked around confused as everyone gathered on the back field, an assault course that was crazier than anything the army could ever think of having. Bucky and Steve looked equally confused as they found Sam, Scott, Peter, Wanda, Vision, Clint and Natasha beside them. You half expected Dr Banner to join the line up but it appeared he would be only observing with a clipboard.

“Right, it’s come to my attention that some people don’t trust me and my decision on who to bring to the team.” Tony said as he looked at Natasha. “It looks like we have to go old school and have a friendly competition so that you get to see I’m more than just a pretty face.”

Tony snapped his fingers at Dr Banner who squinted at the clipboard, forgetting to bring his glasses once again. “Uhh, Steve, Bucky, Y/N, Peter are up first, you can use all your super pow- wait, really?”

“Yes.” Tony nodded. “You can use your super strength, webs, all that jazz - first through the course wins.”

“C’mon Tone, that’s not fair.” Steve said, waving a hand at you.

“Rules are rules, we’re making an omelette today.”

“Yeah, yeah, break some eggs.” Steve muttered before looking at Bucky and whispering. “Just don’t let us come last.”

“Hell no, I’m not losing to spider-boy.”

You looked at the teenager rolling on the balls of his feet before looking back at the course and focusing on the obstacles you were going to be facing in mere moments. It all started with a 15 foot high wall with a landing before leading into a whole lot of posts that were jutting out of the ground. Each post was about 6 inches in diameter and required you to leap from one to another until you crossed the 50 yard span and reached the landing at the other side.

“On your marks.” Tony called out.

“$100 says she won’t make it past the wall.” Nat whispered loudly to Clint.

“Get set.” Tony growled in her direction. “Go!”

You pushed off and launched forward with Steve and Bucky at your side. A string of web shot through the air to a beam on the frame above the wall and Peter jumped as he pulled himself along the web to the top of the wall.

“Oh no you don’t.” Bucky grunted. “Queens is not winning this.”

The wall was fast approaching and you knew everyone would be watching you with intrigue since Steve and Bucky would use their super strength to jump and reach the platform. Preparing to reveal yourself you took a deep breath and let the change flow as you fell forwards, landing on four paws.

“Holy shit.” Sam gasped. “Anyone else seeing this?”

“What did Luis put in those brownies?” Scott mumbled as he shook his head and tried to clear the picture of a mountain lion now sprinting towards the obstacle course.

You pushed all your power and strength to your hind legs and leapt the span of the wall, your claws gripping the narrow landing to stop you clearing it completely. Although Peter had the head start there were no beams over this part of the course so he had to jump from post to post at regular human pace. Your coat began to change, spots breaking through the golden fur as your tail elongated at your more agile leopard form took over.

“Get him, baby girl.” Bucky cheered as you cleared each row of posts on the bounce and quickly leveled with Peter.

“What the hell, Mr Stark?” Peter squealed as he scrambled and nearly lost his footing. “Tell me this thing’s not real.”

“She’s real alright.” Tony laughed as he snacked on a twizzler. “That’s y/n.”

The Spider-Man swiveled his head back to you and you couldn’t help dropping your long tongue out the side of your mouth as you overtook him, Steve and Bucky laughing as they closed in on him too.

You reached the next landing with ease and found a narrow balancing beam that also rose at a steep angle, the drop to the ground below moving from a sprained ankle height to a broken leg height. It didn’t phase you though, not when you took Bucky’s favourite form of yours and shrunk to the size of a housecat. The beam was no longer narrow but wider than your body and you ran up it, your paws and claws giving you the traction needed for the incline.

“Guess that answers that.” Sam chuckled. “Wondered who brought the stray home. Oh, here comes wonder boy and his onesie.”

Because you were running towards what you could only describe as a turret, Peter had a higher anchor he could aim at and you pushed your little legs harder as a web shot overhead. You could feel the beam shudder with heavy stomps as Steve or Bucky started their run up it and you nearly bounced off with a hiss.

“Sorry!” Bucky yelled as he heard you, grateful you were nearly at the top.

“Ah, I guess we go that way?” Peter half asked as he reached the top at the same time as you, the other two quickly closing in again.

You looked over the lip and saw the ground was at least a 30 foot drop below and the next landing was about that distance away and halfway to the ground. Stepping away to the back edge of the landing you filled the space with your mountain lion form and calculated the force and angle you would need to clear the space and land square on the next platform.

Just as you were about to take the few steps forward to jump Peter punched his hand out and a web fired at a branch of the old white oak tree growing not far away. He leapt out before testing it and you watched with horror as the dead branch snapped and the teen began to fall, arms flailing.

You didn’t think, you didn’t calculate, you just leapt. You weren’t sure if Peter screamed because of the free fall or because there was a 120 pound big cat jumping at him with your teeth bared, but boy did he scream. Your sensitive ears ached as you reached him, your teeth grazing his skin slightly as you caught the strong material of his spider suit between them.

Your flank hit the edge of the shelf you had been aiming for but just came up short and the kid fell as your mouth opened with a painful roar. He tumbled safely across the landing as your claws buried in the wood trying to pull your body up but you were slipping further and further down.

“Hold on hun.” Steve called out behind you as he stood helpless beside Bucky. “Throw me.”

You weren’t going to die from the fall but you really didn’t want to lose the race, that was the hardest part to stomach when one of your claws broke and you fell to the ground. Your spine twisted, tail swiping as it helped you to turn and land feet down. Pain jolted up your legs and radiated up your body as you hit the ground and staggered a few steps before collapsing.

Warm hands ran along your fur, feeling for breaks as you whined quietly. Steve lifted your head gently and laid it on his lap as he sat beside you. “Talk to me, Buck.”

“I can’t feel any breaks. Can you change back for me, doll?”

You groaned as the pain shifted with you and your ankles and wrists both hurt to move, your lips pouting as you looked at your bloodied finger. “I broke a nail.”

Bucky laughed as he fell back on his butt, relieved that you were able to joke as Peter landed beside you, the rest of the team making their way over.

“Nice save.” Tony said to you as he nodded towards a very sheepish looking Peter.

“Yeah, uh, thank you y/n. That woulda sucked.” Peter said as he rubbed the red skin where your teeth had caught him but he wasn’t bleeding.

“Don’t mention it.” You winced. “Does this mean I lost?”

“Actually you won.” Tony grinned. “You touched all the platforms and made it back to the ground first.”

Bucky grinned back and held his fist up to Steve. “Brooklyn beats Queens, every time.”

“I guess I owe you an apology.” Natasha said as she held a hand out to you.

“For what?” You asked as accepted it, standing gingerly on your sore feet until Steve’s arm supported you around your waist.

“I really didn’t think you would be able to hold your own.” She admitted, tilting her head as she looked at you. “But you even managed to have the kids back too.”

“I must have missed the sorry in all that.” You teased as her lips curled up in a tight smile.

“Let’s not push it.” She chuckled and shook her head. “You should go get checked out, do we have a vet on staff?”

“Ha ha.” Tony rolled his eyes. “You two take her to the medbay. Romanoff, Wilson, Barton, Lang - you’re up.”

“Honestly, I’m fine.” You promised your boyfriends as they tried to get you to the medical wing. “Stop fussing, I just need to lay down and have cuddles.”

“C’mon Steve.” Bucky shrugged. “You saw her heal from Rumlows’s attack and you weren’t this worried.”

“I know,” he sighed, turning to look at you with his sad eyes, his hand gently cupping your cheek, “it’s just now I can’t risk losing you. I love you too much.”

“I love you too, but I promise I’m not going to die from this.” You reassured him as Bucky lifted you up to kiss him, your ankles too sore to try tiptoe and reach. “Now can we please go back to bed?”

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Yeah bucky like how can you not want this man next to you when you wake up

Nothing’s more annoying that interrupted morning orgasms 😤 my thoughts are with you

I was wondering if there’ll be a part 2 of Love 'em and Leave 'em 👀

It was a terrible loss and I am still in mourning over the missed opportunity but it is good news for you lovely readers because I will take my sexual frustrations and turn them into some smutty fics.

Love ‘em and Leave ‘em [pt.2] || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mutual masturbation, phone sex WC: ~950

main masterlist || bucky masterlist || part one || part two || part three

Your nights had been lonely while Bucky was off on some mission and there was no knowing how long it would be before he returned. Twice you had almost made it to his door before you remembered he wasn’t there and had to leave unsatisfied. It sucked. Safely locked away in your room you had grabbed your vibrator from where it had sat dormant for weeks and growled as you found the batteries dead.

“Uggggh.”

Your frustrated growl echoed in the room and you haphazardly tossed the silicone device away. It seemed like you could not catch a break. You had just opened your laptop and searched for some porn when your phone rang. You frowned at the unknown number and assumed it was a scam considering it was the middle of the night but you answered it anyway.

“Hey, doll.” You could see the smirk on his face just by the tone of his voice and your video loaded at that moment, the unmissable sound of Pornhub’s tune playing on the speakers. “I caught you at a good time I hear.”

“Not quite.” You muttered and reclined back on your pillows with a sigh. “I’m guessing you didn’t call to talk about the mission.”

“Not quite.” He chuckled. “You sound like you could do with some stress relief.”

“I’m trying but someone rudely interrupted me with his call.”

“Maybe I can help, doll.” He purred. “You just gotta start by sliding your pretty panties down those sexy legs….hmm?”

You licked your suddenly dry lips and hummed in agreement as you took them off and tossed them aside.

“You’re already fucking wet, aren’t ya baby.” He chuckled, the sound of his clothes being discarded following yours. “Bet you’re fucking dripping for me. Spread those pretty lips and tell me how wet you are.”

You did as you were told, you finger brushing over your clit with a soft mewl before they dipped between your folds. Your fingers glided easily over the desire that was already leaking from you and you listened to the salacious sounds it made as you gathered it over your fingers.

“Christ, I can hear it from here.” Bucky groaned.

“Do you miss her? How she tastes?” You hummed as you sucked your wet fingers into your mouth and worked your tongue to lick them clean.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He panted as you heard the opening of a bottle and a squirt of liquid before he moaned softly. “I’d have you pressed up against the wall with your legs over my shoulders if I was there, sucking your clit until you scream my name, tasting that sweet cunt until it was overflowing.”

“Oh god, Bucky…” His name fell from your lips as your fingers attempted to please you like he did but it wasn’t the same. “My fingers can’t stretch me like you do.”

“I’ll stretch you nice and good when I get home. You’re gonna feel so fucking tight.” His breath shuddered and you both moaned, your toes curled and you back arched. “Gonna cum in that pretty pussy of yours, doll, fill her up till she overflows.”

Your eyes were fluttering shut as you tried to hold off your release but the bed was starting to quiver with your trembling legs. “Fuck, Bucky, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good girl, now don’t be quiet, I wanna hear you.” He grunted as his hand worked even faster, his grip tightening as your gasps filled his ears. “I don’t want you to stop, not until I say you’re done. Hear me?”

“Mhmm.” You agreed as your mind went numb and your core clenched around nothing, your fingers twirling your sensitive clit as waves of pleasure wracked your body. “Ho-holy shit, Bucky…”

“Keep going babygirl.” He panted as his cock began to throb in his fist and the deep pressure in your pussy grew until your entire body froze, right down to your ability to breathe. “Keep fucking going. Ugh.”

His groan awoke you and the waves of pleasure turned to just waves, your head shoved back in your pillow as liquid gushed from your cunt. You were an incoherent mess as you listened to Bucky’s rapid breathing and it was almost as if he were right beside you as you came down from your high.

“Fuck. Me.” You sighed as your body twitched and spasmed, your eyes wide at the pool of liquid between your legs. “I just fucking came everywhere.”

Bucky’s head fell heavy against the headboard in the cheap motel, his hand slick with his cum that he smeared along his shaft as he lazily stroked himself. You could hear his own soft sounds as he came down from his high.

“I wish I was there with you.” You whispered as you curled onto your side and hugged a pillow, then you realised how that sounded and you cleared your throat. “I can only imagine the mess you’ve made all over yourself, your cock probably still hard just begging to be licked clean.”

He chuckled into the phone as he wiped his hand with a tissue. “I wish you were here too, doll, for no other reason but to have you all to myself.”

“Bucky…” You sighed as you pulled the phone away from your face and slammed your laptop shut, no longer in the mood for what was showing.

“Just hear me out, please.” He asked, water running in the background. “When I get back, all I ask for is one night. Stay with me one night, if you wake up and can’t stand the sight of seeing me on the pillow beside you then fine, your rules win. But it could surprise you.”

“What’s that?”

“You might just like it.”

Part three click here.

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Born In Flames || Chapter Seven, Part Two

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of a mafia boss was hard enough growing up. You got out and made a new life for yourself as a bartender only to be sucked in when your old man made a bad deal and he thinks you need protection. Enter Bucky Barnes, your new bodyguard and roommate.

Warnings: Minor character deaths, non-con (no explicit details, just mentions), blood, torment, slight disassociation, kidnapping

Word Count: Both chapters together are a bit over 5K

Authors Note: So this chapter got dark, and long. So it’s split up into two parts. I’m putting the same warnings on both parts as well, though the second part is slightly less dark but still heavy.

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Part One

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Bucky was surprised the drive took so long, though he caught glimpses of signs as the headlights hit them. They were still in New York, but definitely not the city. He wondered if Pierce was taking some random route to ambush him, but with a gun to his head, it wouldn’t be a smart idea.

The roads turned into the woods and soon the car was slowly pulling up to a dimly lit cabin. Bucky saw all of the men posted outside and there was no doubt more inside.

“Get out,” Bucky said. They both left the car at the same time, the gun never leaving sight of Pierce. Once he rounded the car, he grabbed Pierce and used him as a shield while the men realized what was happening and approached with their own guns.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Bucky called out.

He didn’t see the man who had just finished taking a piss farther out in the trees, but he heard the soft crunch of twigs and dead leaves beneath his feet. Bucky pulled the gun away for one second and shot at the spot the sound came from.

It seemed his days in battle overseas really aided him. He hit his mark before returning to the men. He didn’t necessarily have a plan for the moment but he knew he had to act fast. Gripping Pierce even harder, Bucky started to shoot each of the men he saw. None of them fired back, knowing it would kill their boss before it ever hit Bucky. Four men down and one in the woods.

“I should say you’re a shitty boss for even leaving them outside in this cold,” Bucky muttered as snow started to fall. Pushing him towards the door, Bucky whispered “knock.”

Pierce did as he was told and before he knew it, Glen/Matthew opened the door.

He reached for his gun but Bucky shot him right between the eyes, though he added a couple more rounds for even betraying his job. Stanley shot up from beside you, your worn out body curled up. It was evident that something had just finished happening within the last hour. Your panties were off to the side and you looked as though you had struggled to shield yourself with the oversized shirt.

Bucky's eyes grew wide as he put two and two together, piecing it all in place. “You sick fuck!” He yelled, causing you to wake with a whimper of pain. You were dazed as Stanley’s body was shot even more, dropping in front of you.

Sitting up, you curled into the couch when you saw Pierce. But then Bucky’s face appeared from behind him and you froze.

“Bucky?” You whispered, your voice hoarse from all of the screaming.

“A whore like her mother,” Alexander scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Bucky quickly turned him around and shot him in the forehead. His body toppled backwards, hitting Stanley’s slightly. He couldn’t stop himself from emptying the rounds into all three of the bodies on the floor. The gun clicked, signaling they were all gone. Tossing the gun to the side, not having to worry about prints due to his gloves, he slowly stepped over the bodies and to you.

You shook, staring as the blood pouring out of the men. “Is this real?” You asked, wiping at your eyes. Your mind would play tricks on you, your dreams sometimes pleasant only to wake up still in the cabin.

Bucky knelt in front of you, gently taking your hands. He looked you over, disgusted at the way the men used you as a punching bag among other things. Pulling off his jacket, he slid it over your shoulders and cupped your face. You winced, your hands moving to rest on his forearms. You stared at him, gripping him as tightly as your weak hands could, hoping that this wasn’t a dream. You couldn’t bear to wake up from something that felt so real.

“I’m here, Angel. It’s real,” Bucky nodded. Glancing around, he furrowed his brow when he didn’t see any pants for you. “Where are your clothes?” He asked, frowning.

You shuddered and shook your head. “They took them away. I don’t…” you trailed off, knowing that they tossed them in the trash early on. They only ever gave you shirts and underwear, and you were “lucky” to even get those, according to Stanley.

Bucky swore under his breath. Grabbing the panties he did see, he slowly helped you into them and got you on your feet. Your knees wobbled, muscles not yet having found themselves. They never did after those times when you were used. Bucky helped you get your arms into the jacket and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m gonna get you home,” he said. Picking you up, he walked out of the house and got you into the passenger seat of Pierce’s car. Chances were that they wouldn’t have called it in and reported it stolen yet. After all, the owner was dead now.

Once he got you in, Bucky quickly rounded the car and got into the passenger seat. Setting the gps on his phone, he set it on the console and turned the heat up. He had felt your body and you were cold as ice.

Quickly he pulled out of the place and headed back towards the city while you curled up in the seat. “How did you find me?” You asked after a few minutes, facing him. Bucky reached out with his hand and you took it, leaning forward and holding it to your cheek. He was so, so warm and you needed the comfort.

“Forced Pierce to bring me there. We’ve been getting all of those videos and photos. When we got the one from today…” Bucky shook his head slightly and stared at the road. “I couldn’t sit by and watch as you were hurt. I was ready to kill anyone who stood in my way of finding you. I didn’t care if I was going to die, I just…I had to find you.”

You listened, pulling the hood up on Bucky’s jacket to hold the warmth in. He knew taking you to your place wasn’t the best option considering they knew where you lived, but you needed to be home. And without a boss, Pierce’s men didn’t have anyone to answer to.

“Michael and I have been trying to find anything about where you were. He’s been signing things over to Pierce just to get you back, but each time one thing was signed over, Pierce would add on another,” Bucky glanced over at you, how puffy and red your eyes were even in the darkness. “Angel…what did they do to you?”

You looked down, though you didn’t pull away. Admitting to what they did was the hardest thing and you never thought you would have to. You were sure that they were going to kill you. Turning the heat up as much as it could, you closed your eyes. “They…used me. Made me do things I didn’t want to. I can’t…” you shook your head as tears started to fall once more.

Bucky pulled the car over and put it in park before turning to you fully. “Shh. I’m sorry. They will never, ever hurt you again. I promise. I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m not leaving you again. Ever.”

You believed him, but you were still scared. Nodding slightly, you took a few deep breaths. He smelled of leather and whiskey, something you didn’t realize you missed until now. Pulling your head back, you looked into his eyes. “You saved me.”

Bucky brushed your tears away with a nod. “I did say I owed you for saving my life, didn’t I?”

You nodded, though a smile didn’t break through. You weren’t sure if you could smile again, but it would come back in time. “Take me home,” you whispered.

Bucky kissed your bruised cheek as gently as he could before pulling the car back onto the road.

Slowly you started to recognize places, knowing home wasn’t too far away. Bucky didn’t pull his hand from yours. He needed to make sure you were there and you needed him there.

The only time he pulled away was when he parked the car outside of Pierce’s house. He made sure no traces were left before leading you to the car he originally drove in with.

The less evidence, the better.

He got you home quickly after that, helping you up to your apartment. When he opened the door, you frowned. It was somewhat messy, though it wasn’t terrible. To-go containers sat on the counter as well as empty water bottles.

“Buck, what is this?” You asked, looking around. “I didn’t have any of this…”

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve um…been staying here. In case any of the men came looking for something or if you found your way back somehow.”

You looked at him with a sigh, moving to wrap your arms around him and burying your face into his chest. His wound was more or less healed, though you momentarily even forgot he was shot. “Stay.”

“As long as you want me to,” Bucky spoke against your hair. “Think you can take a shower?” He asked, knowing it would help you at least a little.

You pulled back slightly. “I think so,” you muttered. Bucky didn’t give you a chance to do it yourself. He led you to the bathroom and had you sit on the closed toilet seat while he started it up. You noticed that his hair had started to grow out as well as his beard, but not terribly long. It was more full rather than the scruff you had gotten used to. Various new items sat on the counter. A toothbrush, some mouthwash, and Bucky even put some of his own body wash and such in the shower. Bucky turned back to you and nodded gently.

“I’m going to be right outside, okay? Call out if you need me. I’ll bring back a towel,” he looked down at you and he now saw the fresh writing on your leg closer than before. Breathing out through his nose, he met your eyes.

You noticed it but nodded anyways, pulling him in for a tight hug, or as tight as you could manage. “Thank you,” you whispered before letting him go.

Bucky kissed your temple and stepped out, leaving the door just slightly ajar to hear you better if you needed his help. Slowly standing up, you peeled off the jacket, shirt, and underwear. You couldn’t bear to look into the mirror, afraid of what you might see. The showers you were allowed to take were short and cold, while this one felt nice and inviting. If this was a dream, it was the most realistic one. You began to wash your hair first, caked in grease and sweat. It took you two run throughs of shampoo and conditioner before you felt clean. Then came the body.

You used the favorite soap that hadn’t been touched in a while, lathering up and washing your skin as hard as you could. That’s when the tears started again. You knew it was your hands, but you got flashes of the men’s hands on you again. You sat down at the bottom of the tub and tried to do it slowly, shaking as your hand ran up your inner thigh. You froze, sobbing as you tossed the washcloth and hid your face against your hands.

Bucky had decided to clean up the trash he left, shoving it all into bags and setting it by the front door to take out later or tomorrow. He usually was a very clean man, never liking to see trash scattered around. He wasn’t even one to have a bunch of items in his place. He only went there lately to get clothes and such. Once he was done, he went into the hallway and grabbed a thick, fresh towel. Knocking on the door, he peeked his head in.

“Hey Angel? I brought you a towel,” he said softly, setting it on the counter. When you didn’t answer, he frowned deeply. “Y/N?”

“Thank..you…” you gasped between quiet sobs. Bucky sighed and walked in farther.

“Do you need anything?” He asked. He didn’t want to open the curtain considering you were naked and even though he had just seen more of you today than ever, he wasn’t going to be that guy.

You hesitated for a moment before answering. “Don’t go,” you spoke.

Bucky moved to sit on the toilet, elbows on his thighs and hands clasped together. “I’m right here, I promise.”

You sniffled and grabbed the washcloth to try washing yourself again. You had to. You had to get the feeling of all of it off of your skin. Biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut, you quickened your pace and scrubbed your skin even more until it nearly burned. Bucky was right outside of the curtain, and you knew he would help you do just about anything, but you were strong, right? You had to do this yourself. Once you felt like you were about to make yourself bleed from all of the scrubbing, you slowly stood and rinsed yourself off once more before shutting the shower off. Peeking out from behind the curtain, you looked down at Bucky and reached your hand out towards the towel. He handed it to you and you wrapped yourself in it before pushing the curtain back fully.

Bucky kept his eyes on your face as he stood. “I know this isn’t what you want but…go sit in bed. I need to take care of the…cut,” he muttered. Neither of you wanted to talk about it, but you knew he just didn’t want it to get infected.

Nodding, you stepped out of the shower and headed to your room. He gathered the items he needed while you got dressed. Your room had been pretty much untouched, though he had no reason to even step foot inside. You pulled on a long sleeve and some shorts, knowing it would be better for him to get to the cuts. Crawling onto the bed, you sighed and tried to allow your heart to settle. You were home whether it was a dream or not. You leaned back against the pillows. Being in a bed felt so odd after six months on a couch or floor.

Bucky knocked on the door and you called out that he could come inside. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, one arm full of items. Gauze, wrap, antibacterial ointment, and he even grabbed a couple bottles of water and an apple.

“I thought you might be hungry. It’s not much but if they haven’t been feeding you, you’ll have to start small,” he muttered as he climbed onto the bed next to you.

Sitting up, you curled one leg beneath the extended wounded one, taking the apple as he handed it to you with a small thanks. He turned on the light on the nightstand to get a better look. “So you don’t need stitches, but this won’t feel good. Just remember to breathe, okay?” He asked. You nodded, taking a small bite of the apple.

Bucky proceeded to clean the wound, though you chewed on the apple to bite back the pain. You were thankful it was still somewhat fresh so it didn’t start to get infected. You had smaller cuts from when they hit you but not enough that would get gross. You focused on Bucky’s face, how his eyebrows knitted together as he focused. He had bags under his eyes and looked just about as tired as you.

“What did I miss?” You asked, needing a distraction. Bucky glanced over to your face before your pleading eyes told him you needed it.

Bucky sighed and looked back to your leg. “Well, Michael has pretty much put everyone through the ringer since he doesn’t trust anyone anymore. Glen had been loyal for years so it’s pretty warranted. Liz keeps giving me her pot cookies but I don’t do that stuff so I gave them to Michael. I guess he likes them, but don’t tell her I’m not eating them. I gave her the excuse that you were visiting family. Well…I gave everyone that excuse. I went to your job and told them how there was a family emergency so you would be out of work for a while. Your aunt was sick and you had to stay and look after her. Duff seemed pretty okay with it but I know he missed you. Michael…really tried to get you back. He was ready to do what Pierce asked and sign over the whole company. I know he’s been a bad father, but he does care about you,” Bucky’s words were softer at the end.

You kept chewing on the apple as you listened, your free hand resting on your stomach. You were happy that Bucky came up with lies so people didn’t worry, though you sighed when he mentioned Michael caring.

“Don’t tell him I’m home yet, okay? I just…need a night in here,” you mumbled, setting the half eaten apple on the nightstand as you groaned in pain when Bucky put the ointment on. He whispered a soft apology but continued. Taking a sip of water, he then applied a bandage and taped it down so it wouldn’t fall off too easily.

Setting the water down, Bucky gathered the items and headed out to put them away. You looked around, somewhat feeling like a stranger now in your own home. For the last six months, you had been put out and made to feel like you were nothing but a hole, a body to torment. Pulling the blanket over your legs, you curled up on your side and glanced at the clock. Five am. A time you used to go to sleep after work was finished. It made your heart hurt.

Bucky appeared in the doorway, chewing on his lip. “You should get some sleep,” he mumbled.

Looking over at him, you reached your hand out and motioned for him to come closer. Once he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, you took his hand. “Stay with me, please?” You asked, not wanting to be alone. Sure, you hadn’t been alone in months, but you trusted Bucky.

Bucky's heart broke at how scared you looked. Nodding, he squeezed your hand. “Let me go get changed and I’ll be right back, Angel,” he said.

You nodded and let go as he got up, watching him walk out. That nickname was beginning to be your favorite in the world. Your brain drifted off as you waited, trying hard to stay away from the demons that were now going to plague your mind. You didn’t have nightmares much at the cabin, just because they would tire you out by slapping you awake and making sure you didn’t get any decent sleep. Hearing soft footsteps, Bucky walked in and shut the door, having done a check around the home before getting changed. He wore just black pajama pants and a tee. Shutting off the light, he crawled into bed on the other side of you and laid on his side. You turned towards him, the streetlight illuminating his face just enough.

“What’s going to happen now? With Michael and Pierce,” you spoke quietly as Bucky slowly pulled you in and wrapped one arm around your waist. The other slid beneath your pillow, his face just inches from yours. His touch was soft, afraid of breaking you farther.

“I’m not sure. It may be covered up, cleaned up with disappearances and bodies that weren’t found,” Bucky shrugged, which made something trigger in your mind.

“Bodies…Bucky, Pierce has bodies buried around that cabin. He mentioned it the day I was taken there. Who knows how many there are,” you muttered, your hand resting on his cheek as you brushed over his beard.

Bucky frowned and shook his head. “An issue for another day. C’mon, you need sleep,” he whispered, kissing the inside of your wrist. You watched him with soft eyes.

“Guard dog…” you muttered, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. From there, you curled your body against his and tried desperately to relax against him.

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This is the cutest thing ever I’m melting

I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’ve become obsessed with your blog the last few days!!! Are you able to do a bridgerton!daugter where she is inconsolable and just really upset and nothing/nobody can settle her so they have to get Anthony out of a dinner or a ball maybe and she calms because all she wanted was her papa xx

The maids, Humboldt, and youngest four Bridgerton siblings are all tired as they stay in the room with the crying baby, out of ideas on how to soothe the crying two year old.

"What are we to do?" One of the maids question.

"I vote we go and find Anthony." Eloise states.

"He's at Lady Danbury's ball." Hyacinth states.

"So somebody go get him." Eloise groans. "If it will get his baby to quiet, go retrieve him."

"Are you certain, Miss Bridgerton?" Humboldt asks.

"Positive." Eloise says, but looks around and sees all of their uncertain looks. "Very well. I shall do it. If it gets me away from this dreadful noise."

"May I go with?" Hyacinth asks.

"No, go to bed." Eloise tells her.

Eloise quickly changes out of her nightgown and into one of her dresses. She and her maid exit their house, hurrying over to Lady Danbury's residence. They manage to get in without anybody questioning them.

"Just stay here. I will go find Anthony and get him." Eloise tells her maid who nods.

Eloise takes a deep breath, praying that she doesn't get dragged into conversation. She enters the ballroom, searching around for her eldest brother.

"Eloise!" She hears and groans, turning to the direction the voice came from, only to find her elder sister. "Eloise, what on earth are you doing here? In that simple dress?"

"I am trying to find Anthony. Do you know where he might be?" Eloise asks.

"Why do you need Anthony? Is something wrong?" Daphne asks.

"Yes, his child won't shut up." Eloise growls.

"What?" Daphne asks.

"She won't stop crying. We've tried everything. Do you know where her father is?" Eloise asks again.

"Last I know of he was over by the refreshment table." Daphne says.

"Thank you." Eloise says, making her way through the ballroom. She doesn't find her brother at the refreshment table, having to continue to look around.

"Eloise?" She hears. She turns to find Anthony leaning against a wall, but he stands up when he realizes it is indeed his second younger sister. "What are you doing here? Should you not be at home?"

"Perfect. We need you. You must leave this dreadful place." Eloise says, grabbing his hand and starting to drag him away, but he resists.

"Wait, wait. What's wrong? What is so urgent? Can it not wait until tomorrow?" Anthony asks.

"Your child is causing us all migraines so no, it cannot wait until tomorrow." Eloise says through gritted teeth.

"Y/N?" Anthony feels the protectiveness fill him. "What's wrong? Is she all right? Is she sick?"

"None of us know. She simply won't stop crying." Eloise grumbles, dragging Anthony off.

"Did you try feeding her?"

"Yes."

"Did you try to give her milk?"

"Yes."

"Warm or cold?"

"Both."

"Water?"

"Yep."

"Did she--"

"We have tried everything, Anthony. Nothing is calming the girl down. Now let's make haste."

Eloise dragged Anthony all the way home and Anthony rushed to his daughter's room, able to hear her cries halfway down the stairs.

Anthony walks into her room, finding some of the maids still in there, Hyacinth sitting on the bed and plugging her ears.

"Y/N?" Anthony calls, walking over to the bed. "What's the matter, darling?" He softly asks, picking her up. Anthony holds her, pushing some of her hair back, the strands now wet from her tears.

Once Y/N is able to realize she's in her father's arms, her cries almost immediately go quiet. Y/N feels safety and comfort and lays her head on Anthony's shoulder, lightly wrapping her arms around his neck. Anthony rests his head against hers, softly rubbing her back.

"That is all she needed? Is you?" Eloise questions. "You're never going to a ball again." She states, leaving.

"I've got it from here. You can all go now." Anthony instructs the maids. They all curtsy before filing out. "Hyacinth, go to bed." He tells his youngest sister who listens.

"Am I all you wanted, dear?" Anthony asks his daughter who nods, tightening her hold on him.

"Stay wit' papa." Y/N sleepily mumbles.

"Very well then." Anthony whispers, rocking her to sleep.

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