Just wanted to let you know I’m getting Septoplasty surgery next Wednesday Aug 26th. (Deviated septum and other things in nose) No time yet but I will be notified the day before of time. I’m nervous because this should help me breathe better through my nose which I can’t do at the moment very well. I’ve heard some stories from different doctors on how I may look afterwards (I.e bruises and raccoon eyes) more than likely I won’t be able to read for a little bit so I’m gonna try to read between now and surgery. Thank you for your patience and understanding. 💜
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The first time you hear the name "Madripoor," it doesn’t sound like a real place.
It sounds like a warning.
Like something you whisper under your breath, as if saying it too loudly might invite trouble.
And when you finally get there… You understand why.
The humidity hits you before anything else.
Thick.
Sticky.
The air seems to cling to your skin, mingling with the smell of hot neon, cheap alcohol, and something else… something darker you can’t quite put your finger on.
Madripoor is always illuminated. move
They just change colors.
Red.
Blue.
Green.
Shadows that move even when nothing else seems to.
And in the midst of it all… There are Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.
Out of place.
But trying not to look like it.
“I hate this place,” Bucky mutters, barely moving his lips.
Steve walks beside him, taking everything in, without seeming to.
“We haven’t even been here ten minutes yet.”
“That’s enough.”
“Give it a chance.”
Bucky glances at him sideways.
“Did you really just say that?”
“I’m trying to keep an open mind.”
“Sure. Very much your style.”
The alley they’re walking through is narrow.
Too narrow.
The walls are covered in graffiti, old posters, and cables hanging as if they might fall on them at any moment.
Someone laughs in the distance.
It doesn’t sound like a good thing.
“Remember,” Steve says quietly. “We don’t draw attention to ourselves.”
Bucky lets out a small sigh.
“That advice is coming too late.”
“Why?”
“Because you draw attention to yourself even when you don’t want to.”
Steve frowns slightly.
“That’s not true.”
“Look at yourself.”
Steve doesn’t answer.
A group of people watches them as they pass.
It’s not hostile.
But it’s not friendly, either.
It’s… assessment.
Sizing them up.
As if every step they take is being recorded.
“They’re watching us,” says Steve.
“Welcome to Madripoor.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Nobody likes it. Some just tolerate it better.”
They turn another corner.
The noise changes.
Louder music.
Closer laughter.
The kind of place where things happen… and nobody asks questions.
Steve barely stops.
“The contact is here.”
Bucky nods.
“Then let’s get in and out fast.”
“That’s the plan.”
“That plan never works.”
The bar is packed.
Too packed.
Dim lights.
Long shadows.
And a constant feeling that any false move… could cost them dearly.
Steve goes first.
Bucky follows.
One step behind.
Always alert.
Always ready.
“Table in the back,” Steve murmurs.
“I see him.”
The man they’re looking for is there.
Waiting for them.
Or pretending not to.
“Stay calm,” says Steve.
Bucky lets out a low laugh.
“You should be giving that advice to yourself.”
They sit down.
The man doesn’t look up right away.
“You’re late.”
“We made it here alive,” Steve replies. “That should count.”
The man smiles faintly.
“Not here.”
Silence.
Tense.
The kind of silence that in Madripoor means something is about to happen.
“Do you have it?” Steve asks.
The man taps the table lightly.
“First, I want to know why I should trust you.”
Bucky leans forward slightly.
“You shouldn’t.”
Steve shoots him a look.
“Bucky…”
“What?” he replies. It’s the truth.
The man looks at Bucky.
Longer than necessary.
“You…” he says slowly. “You’re not the type to be here for the first time.”
Silence.
Steve steps in.
“We’re here for information. Nothing more.”
“In Madripoor,” the man replies, “no one is here ‘just for information.’”
Something shifts.
Small.
But clear.
People move around too much.
Glances that linger too long.
A noise that cuts off abruptly.
Bucky senses it first.
“Steve…”
“I know.”
The man smiles.
“Looks like you’re not the only ones interested.”
Chairs shifting.
Footsteps.
Too many footsteps.
“Great,” Bucky mutters. “This just got complicated.”
Square: “Terminal illness”, “Watching them disappear”, “A surprise that explodes”, “A false story”, and “Growling”.
Rating: Teen.
Summary: He’s gonna be with you until the end.
Major Tags: Fluff, angst, death of a character.
Additional tags: My entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Fool’s Edition.
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Steve Rogers had seen too many people die. In war, on missions, in his arms. He’d learned to react quickly, to make impossible decisions, to bear losses as if they were part of the uniform. But this… this was different.
Because you weren’t dying all at once.
You were slipping away little by little.
At first, it was almost imperceptible. A tiredness that didn’t fit your routine, small forgetfulnesses you tried to hide with a smile, and pains that came and went as if they were playing with you. Nothing big enough to cause immediate alarm, but enough to be unsettling.
Until they stopped being small.
The diagnosis hit like a blunt blow. Cold. Precise. The diagnosis leaves no room for interpretation. Terminal illness. No cure. No effective treatment. Not enough time.
You were the first to react. Not with hysteria, nor with denial, but with a strange silence, as if your mind were trying to reorganize everything you knew about your life in a matter of seconds.
Steve said nothing.
He didn’t shout.
He didn’t argue with the doctors.
He didn’t demand a second opinion.
He stood completely still.
Too still.
His shoulders tense, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on some point that wasn’t you or the doctor. It was as if something inside him had stopped… And at the same time, something else had awakened.
Something more primitive.
Darker.
That night, as you left the hospital, he walked a few steps ahead of you. It wasn’t emotional distance; it was an inability to process. His hands opened and closed slowly, as if he were holding back the urge to strike something, to break whatever it took to change what you’d just heard.
You called out to him once. He didn’t answer.
The second time, he stopped.
He said he wasn’t going to accept that.
He said it quietly, but the way it came out… it vibrated. There was a low sound in his throat, a restrained growl, as if every word had to fight its way through something more animalistic.
He promised he was going to fix it.
The following weeks were a slow accumulation of small losses. You started getting tired faster, needing help with things you used to do without thinking, and losing energy for long conversations. Your laugh changed; it became shorter, softer.
Steve noticed everything.
Every detail.
Every change.
Every second, you seemed a little further away.
He stopped sleeping. He stayed awake watching you, as if he could memorize you enough to never lose you. Sometimes he didn’t even realize he was staring at you too intensely.
As if he were already watching you disappear.
But there was something else.
He started lying to you.
Not abruptly, not obviously. They were gentle, careful, almost invisible lies. He talked to you about experimental treatments, about possibilities, about time. He told you that the doctors weren’t completely sure, that there was hope, that they just needed to find the right option.
And you wanted to believe him.
Because believing him meant you didn’t have to face the end just yet.
But you also started to notice something about him. The way he avoided your gaze when he talked about the future, the slight tension in his voice, and the excessive effort to sound confident.
Steve Rogers didn’t lie.
And when he did, you could tell.
One night, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.
You told him not to look at you like that.
He asked you what you meant, but he already knew the answer.
You told him he was looking at you as if he’d already lost you.
The silence that followed was heavy. And then you heard it.
That sounds again.
That low, restrained growl, breaking in his throat.
He asked you not to say that, but it didn’t sound like an order. It sounded like someone on the verge of breaking.
He stood up, began pacing the room, unable to stand still, as if his body needed movement to keep from collapsing. He said you weren’t going to disappear, but his voice didn’t convey the same conviction as his words.
Because you both knew the truth.
The days kept passing, and your body began to give out faster. And he… he began to prepare himself.
Not to let you go.
But to give you something before that happened.
He didn’t say anything to you. He didn’t hint at anything. He just asked you to trust him one more time.
And you agreed.
He took you to a place far from the noise, far from hospitals, far from everything that smelled of clinical farewells. When you arrived, you didn’t understand right away. But then you saw it.
Lights hanging among the trees, warm, soft, and swaying gently in the breeze. Photographs of the two of you, of happy moments, of memories that seemed to belong to another life. A table set with care, flowers, and details that clearly hadn’t been improvised.
It was a surprise.
But not just any surprise.
It felt like an ending.
He told you it was his time.
Not “our future.”
Not “what’s to come.”
His time.
That’s when it all clicked into place.
The lies.
The hope just couldn’t hold up.
The way he looked at you.
There was no miracle cure.
There was no solution.
Just him trying to create one last beautiful moment for you before losing you.
You told him he’d lied.
You didn’t say it angrily. You said it with a quiet sadness that weighed more heavily.
And he admitted it.
Because he didn’t know how to tell you that you were going to die.
That honesty hurt more than anything else.
But it was also the most real thing between you at that moment.
You told him you were still there.
That you hadn’t left yet.
He nodded, but in his gaze there was already a farewell.
That night he held you as if his embrace could anchor you to the world. His arms were firm and protective, but there was tension in every muscle. Every change in your breathing alerted him, every little movement made him react.
At some point during the night, while everything was silent, you heard it again.
That growl.
But it wasn’t contained anymore.
It was broken.
He asked you to stay.
Not as an order, but as a plea.
And you wanted to.
You really did.
But your body wasn’t responding the same way anymore.
The end came without drama.
Without noise.
Without chaos.
You were in his arms.
Your voice was barely a whisper when you said his name.
He responded immediately.
He always did.
You told him he didn’t have to fight anymore.
That broke him more than any blow.
He said he would always fight for you, but this time the growl in his voice was weak, full of pain.
Summary: bucky comes home to seeing you in one of his oversized shirts [wc 666] [ao3]
The apartment door clicks shut a little louder than usual.
Heavy footsteps. Boots, not bothering to be quiet. The kind of entrance that says he’s tired, wired, and probably had a long day trying not to break something—or someone.
“Sweetheart?” Bucky calls out, voice rough, low.
You’re in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, halfway through making something you’ve already forgotten about. “Yeah, I’m here—”
You turn. And that’s it. That’s the moment everything shifts. Because he sees you. Sees you in his clothes.
Not just anything—that red henley. Worn soft with age, stretched just enough to fit him perfectly… and now hanging looser on you, sleeves pushed up, the neckline dipping just slightly off one shoulder.
For a second, he just… stops. Actually stops. Like someone hit pause.
“…Hi,” you say slowly, immediately aware of the way his eyes drag over you—top to bottom, then back up again, slower this time.
He doesn’t answer right away. He just drops his keys onto the table without looking, the metallic clink loud in the quiet.
“Where’d you get that?” he asks, voice quieter now. Focused.
You glance down at yourself, like you’ve forgotten. “Uh—your drawer? The one you said I could take from?”
He exhales through his nose, something sharp and almost amused slipping through. “Yeah,” he mutters. “Didn’t think you’d take that one.”
You shrug, suddenly feeling very aware of the fabric against your skin. “It was comfortable.”
He steps closer. Slow. Measured. The kind of movement that makes your pulse pick up before he even touches you. “Comfortable,” he repeats, like he’s testing the word.
You nod. “Mhm.”
He’s right in front of you now. Close enough that you can see the shift in his expression—something darker, something softer, something that sits right in between.
His metal hand lifts first, hesitating just a fraction before brushing against the sleeve of the henley. Fingers tracing the seam like he’s checking if it’s real. “You know,” he says quietly, “I used to wear this all the time.”
“I figured.”
“Didn’t think I’d walk in and see you in it.” His other hand comes up to your waist, pulling you in just a little closer.
You don’t resist. “Is that a problem?” you ask, softer now.
His eyes flick up to yours. “…No,” he says, and there’s something almost dangerous in the way he smiles. “It’s not a problem.” His thumb hooks lightly into the neckline, tugging it just enough to straighten it—except he doesn’t let go right away. His gaze follows the movement. Then lingers.
“You stretch it out?” he murmurs.
“Bucky—”
“I’m asking.”
You huff, half flustered, half amused. “No, I didn’t stretch it out.”
He hums, unconvinced. His forehead dips until it nearly touches yours, voice dropping lower. “Looks better on you.”
Your breath catches. “That’s a lie,” you say, barely above a whisper.
“Not really.” His grip tightens slightly at your waist, pulling you flush against him now, like he can’t quite help himself.
There’s something possessive in it—but not in a way that traps. More like… he’s grounding himself. Like this—you—is what he comes home to. “…Keep it,” he adds after a second, quieter.
You blink. “What?”
“The shirt.” His thumb brushes absently along your side. “Keep it.”
A small smile tugs at your lips. “You sure? It’s your favorite.”
“Was,” he corrects, eyes still locked on yours. “Think I’ve got a new favorite now.”
You laugh softly, resting your hands against his chest. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips—one hand still fisted gently in the fabric of that red henley like he needs the reminder it’s real. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours. “…Don’t wear it out,” he mutters.
You smile. “Why not?”
His lips twitch. “Because I don’t feel like dealing with people staring.”
“Jealous, Barnes?”
A beat.
“…Yeah,” he admits, without hesitation. And somehow, that feels warmer than anything else.
Just wanted to let you know I’m getting Septoplasty surgery next Wednesday Aug 26th. (Deviated septum and other things in nose) No time yet but I will be notified the day before of time. I’m nervous because this should help me breathe better through my nose which I can’t do at the moment very well. I’ve heard some stories from different doctors on how I may look afterwards (I.e bruises and raccoon eyes) more than likely I won’t be able to read for a little bit so I’m gonna try to read between now and surgery. Thank you for your patience and understanding. 💜
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Just wanted to let you know I’m getting Septoplasty surgery next Wednesday Aug 26th. (Deviated septum and other things in nose) No time yet but I will be notified the day before of time. I’m nervous because this should help me breathe better through my nose which I can’t do at the moment very well. I’ve heard some stories from different doctors on how I may look afterwards (I.e bruises and raccoon eyes) more than likely I won’t be able to read for a little bit so I’m gonna try to read between now and surgery. Thank you for your patience and understanding. 💜
Just wanted to let you know I’m getting Septoplasty surgery next Wednesday Aug 26th. (Deviated septum and other things in nose) No time yet but I will be notified the day before of time. I’m nervous because this should help me breathe better through my nose which I can’t do at the moment very well. I’ve heard some stories from different doctors on how I may look afterwards (I.e bruises and raccoon eyes) more than likely I won’t be able to read for a little bit so I’m gonna try to read between now and surgery. Thank you for your patience and understanding. 💜
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Summary: You end up hurt by a drunk customer and your ex Bucky is none too happy about it. Bucky makes sure you’re okay in more ways than one.
Warnings: Brief violence, Smut, P in V, unprotected sex
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It was just another night at the local bar where you worked as a bartender. It was a small crowd for the middle of the week. You had a couple of guys sitting at the bar drinking their beer in silence. There was a group of bikers in the back playing pool.
It was midnight and one of the guys at the end of the bar was at the point of being cut off. You had a feeling he was drinking before he got to the bar and that made you watch how many beers you gave him. The guy called you down to him.
“One more beer for the road.”
His warm beer breath hit you in the face and you tried to not make a face. You crossed your arms and stared at the man.
“Sorry, I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight. I’m gonna ask that you pay your tab and leave.”
The man was not happy about this and leaned over the bar. “You listen here you bitch. You will go fetch me another beer like the good woman you are and you will let me drink in peace before I pay.”
Your eye started to twitch from what he said. This time you moved closer to him and leaned on your bar.
“Mister I’m going to overlook what you just said and repeat myself since you didn’t listen. Pay your tab and leave or I will have someone escort you out.”
The man grabbed your arm, fingers digging into your arm as he shook you. You cried out in pain as his fingers dug into your skin harder. “Get me a goddamn beer you stupid whore or else…”
But before the man could finish his sentence Bucky appeared from the back of the bar and grabbed the man in a chokehold. The drunk let go of your arm and started to try and get out of the hold that Bucky had him in. Bucky pulled the man off his seat and locked him in the hold. The man was choking and wheezing while Bucky finally got a handle on him. The man was holding onto Bucky’s arm and finally gave up fighting.
“You know it’s never okay to put your hands on a woman.” To emphasize Bucky squeezed a little harder on the man’s neck.
“So I want you to apologize for being an asshole to the lady or I’m going to take you outside and break every bone in your body. Your choice.” Bucky let up just enough for the man to speak.
The man wheezed trying to breathe the best he could. “I-I’m sorry.”
Bucky shook him a little. “Sorry for what?” Bucky growled out.
“I’m sorry for hurting you and saying what I did. Please, I can barely breathe.” The man gasps.
“It’s okay Buck. He apologized, just let him go so he can pay and leave.” You rubbed your arm as you spoke.
“You’re lucky this lady is kind and not calling for broken limbs. Now be good, pay your tab, and leave like the lady asked.” Bucky releases the man from the chokehold and shoves him into the bar.
The man is coughing and rubs his neck. He pulls his wallet out and hands cash to you. It’s more than his tab is worth and before you can tell him the man leaves stumbling out of the bar.
Bucky stands at the bar watching to make sure he doesn’t come back. He signals for his men in the back to come forward. You knew this group all too well. It was the 107th Howling Commandos biker gang. Steve and Thor came over to Bucky and he whispered something to them. Knowing Bucky it was no good. Steve and Thor headed out the front door leaving Bucky to look at you.
“How’s the arm?” His deep voice rumbled as he leaned over the bar.
You showed him your arm. “I’ll live. Probably won’t be the last time this happens.”
“Not while I’m around,” Bucky stated as he looked from your face to your arm.
Bucky lightly grazed your arm to inspect it. Sure enough, the bastard left a mark behind. Bucky was glad that he now had Steve and Thor go rough that man up. No one injures you and gets away with it even though you’re not together anymore. Something that makes his heart ache when he thinks of it. You wanted him to stop living on the wrong side of the law. That’s something Bucky has worked toward. He wants to win you back.
“This isn’t okay, doll. You shouldn’t be used to this. Let’s go to the back and let Natasha run the bar for a little bit. It’s not like there are many people here.”
“I don’t know Bucky. I really should finish out my shift.” You whine.
Bucky smirks at you. “Not like your boss will be mad. I mean he is a very reasonable guy.”
That made you laugh. “Don’t toot your own horn, Buck. I know you’re a great boss. But you’re a pain in the ass at times.”
You walk around the bar as Nat makes her way behind the bar. You both nod at each other in passing. Nat could handle herself at the bar with no problems. Men would never think twice about crossing her. Whereas you were too nice sometimes for this job. With Bucky at the bar every night with his crew it wasn't like men started shit anyways. Except for the occasional drunk like tonight. Steve and Thor return from outside, nodding at Bucky before heading to the back to play pool again.
Walking past Bucky you walked into the back room where the manager's office was. Bucky followed closely and silently as you led the way. You knew where this conversation was gonna go and you just didn’t have the energy to fight with him tonight. When you got to the office you sat on the edge of the desk as Bucky came in, shutting the door behind him.
Before you could say a word Bucky walked over to you, cupped your cheeks, and kissed you on the lips. Well, you weren’t expecting this.
You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck. You let him deepen the kiss, letting his tongue dance with yours. It was passionate and it made you crave more of him.
Bucky pulled back from your kiss momentarily and whispered against your lips. “I want you, princess. Will you let me have you?”
You whined at his admission. “Yes, Bucky. I need you.”
That’s all he needed to hear as he pulled your black shirt over your head leaving you in a black lace bra. Bucky started to kiss the top of your breasts as his fingers undid the button at the top of your jeans. He pushed them to your ankles and you kicked off your shoes allowing the jeans to be pulled off leaving you in black lace panties.
Bucky quickly rid himself of his biker vest, and shirt, and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down his thighs. Grabbing his already hard thick cock he strokes himself a few times making you lick your lips. As much as he would love to feel your lips wrap around him this wasn’t about him. This was about you.
Bucky grabbed your panties and ripped them from your body. You let out a shocked gasp as he threw them on the ground leaving you in just your bra.
Pulling you to the edge of the desk he started to rub his thick cock through your wet folds before sinking into your pussy inch by inch. You both moaned at him pushing into you more until he bottomed out. You missed how much he could stretch you with his cock. It’s been at least a year since he was balls-deep in you.
Locking eyes with his blue ones Bucky smirked at you as he started rolling his hips. Your fingers latch onto his shoulders as he keeps a slow, steady pace. Your lips part and you moan his name on a particular hard thrust.
The way he is thrusting into you brings back memories of lust-filled nights and passionate lovemaking. Something you deeply miss though besides sex is spending time with him.
Bucky groans out, “fuck,” as he picks his pace up. In and out he starts to speed up his pace. He knows your body better than you and fucks you like he wants to destroy your pussy.
“Oh, Bucky…right there!” You moan as he continues to take you apart.
He takes your cue and doubles down on that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. Your moans get louder as he pounds into your sweet spot. Your walls start to squeeze his cock and with a swipe of his thumb on your clit you cum for him.
Bucky continues to fuck you through your orgasm, your fingers dig deep leaving half-crescent moon indents from your nails. He slows his pace again buying his time before he chases his high.
He leans forward, kissing you on the lips before he pulls out of your pussy. You know what he wants and you turn around, leaning over the desk ass in the air. He slaps your ass causing you to mewl. Taking his cock he places it at your entrance and sinks back into you.
Bucky loved doing you like this and he gripped your hips a little roughly bouncing you on his cock. In and out, faster and harder he went until your walls squeezed him again as you screamed your orgasm.
“Fuck, princess.” Bucky moans as he fucked you through your orgasm. You were squeezing him so tightly that Bucky thrusted a couple more times and spilled his seed deep inside you.
Bucky leans over your back and kisses your shoulder. You hum as his lips trail from your shoulder to your neck.
“God, I’ve missed this. Having you in my arms again makes me feel whole.” Bucky warmly says.
You smile and glance over your shoulder. “You’re just saying that ‘cause this is the first time we had sex since we broke up.“
Bucky slowly pulls out of you and turns you to face him. “I’m not just saying it ‘cause we just had sex. I meant what I said. I’ve missed being with you.”
You sigh and shake your head. “Bucky you know why we can’t be together. You’re a criminal and sell guns. I can’t be with you while you do that.” You start to put your clothes back on minus the ripped panties.
Bucky grinned at you while putting his clothes back on. “Well, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while. We’re no longer selling guns. We’ve gone straight and are on the right side of the law.”
You froze from what he just said. He actually got his club to go straight and narrow? “What changed,” you asked.
Once Bucky was fully clothed he stepped close to you and cupped your cheeks. He kissed you on the lips and pulled back with a smile. “You. You changed my thinking princess. I want to be with you more than I want to end up in jail for doing something stupid. What you said a year ago made me stop and think about what I want out of life. So I got rid of all the shady business deals and now we make an honest living running a mechanic shop. Besides the shop, I own this bar and financially I’m doing well enough that if you wanted to quit you could. I can take care of you.”
You instantly shook your head. “I can’t quit Bucky. I like my job very much. It gives me a purpose right now and money in my pocket.”
Bucky quirked his eyebrow knowing he wasn’t going to win this battle. “Fine, keep the job. But I have to ask, are you willing to take me back? Don’t make me beg ‘cause you know I will.
Smiling up at him you leaned forward to kiss his neck. Whispering in his ear with your sultry voice you say, “I would love to be your girl again. But I think I want to see you beg first. On your knees and eating my pussy out. I think that would change my mind. Plus you need to make up for all the lost time between us.”
Bucky groaned. “Fuck, princess. I’ll do whatever you want. But first, let me take you home.”
Heading for the door you open it and hold your hand out for him. Bucky bent down and pocketed the ripped panties before he grabbed your hand. Both of you walk hand-in-hand out of the back and into the bar. You’re met with whistles and cheers as your biker friends clap their hands seeing you both together. Bucky spins you around and you both take a bow. Heading for the front door you walk outside to his motorcycle.
“Once I get you home princess you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” Bucky states as you climb on the bike after him.
“I’m looking forward to a lot of making up for lost time.” You huskily say in his ear as you wrap your arms around his waist.
That’s all Bucky needed to hear as he started his engine and revved it a few times before he sped off down the road toward his place.
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Summary: Clint catches you in his bed at the tower with his dog. [Ao3] [wc 380]
Warnings: fluff, Lucky's here <3
A/N: been itching to write more avengers towers fics. so here's the first of many!
Clint pauses in the doorway, one brow already halfway up before he’s even fully taken in the scene.
You’re sprawled across his bed like you belong there—blanket half-dragged over you, one of his old SHIELD t-shirts slipping off your shoulder, and Lucky curled up beside you like he’s guarding something precious.
Clint leans against the frame, arms crossing slowly. There’s a smirk tugging at his mouth now.
“Do I wanna know what you’re doing on my bed?”
You don’t even flinch. “Stealing it,” you mumble into the pillow.
Lucky thumps his tail in agreement.
Clint snorts softly, pushing off the doorframe and stepping inside. “Bold move. You realize I live here, right?”
You finally roll onto your back, blinking up at him like the question genuinely surprises you. “Oh. Do you need it or something?”
He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as he drops his gear by the chair. “Nah, I’ll just sleep on the floor. Or the couch. Or, I don’t know, the vents. Real Hawkeye lifestyle.”
You grin, shifting just enough to pat the space beside you. “You could also… share.”
That stops him for a second. Just a second—but it’s there. He scratches the back of his neck, suddenly looking way less like the confident Avenger and way more like a guy who didn’t expect this to go his way.
“Yeah?” he asks, quieter now.
“Yeah,” you say, softer too.
Lucky lifts his head, clearly approving this development.
Clint sighs like he’s been deeply inconvenienced, but the small smile he can’t quite hide gives him away as he kicks off his boots. “Alright,” he mutters, climbing onto the bed. “But if I get, like, three inches of space, I’m filing a complaint.”
“You’ll survive.”
“Debatable.”
You shift closer anyway, tucking yourself against his side without hesitation. Clint goes still for a moment before his arm settles around you, careful at first… then firmer when you don’t pull away.
Lucky wedges himself against Clint’s leg, completing the pile.
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Series Summary: Reader is a full-time college student at 30 years old who is starting over in life. When she loses her full-time job as a waitress, CEO James “Bucky” Barnes steps in with a proposition. Can he sell you on a way to help you by offering a Sugar Daddy companionship? Who will get feelings first? Can a Sugar Daddy relationship really work out?
Series Warnings: Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, reader has trust issues, talks of anxiety, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f), nicknames (sweetheart and doll.)
Chapter Summary: Reader moves into her new place thanks to Bucky.
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You stir from your sleep to feel warm, gentle kisses across your shoulder and on your neck. You let out a whine as your brain tries to remember where you are and you hear a faint whisper in your ear telling you it's time to get up. You slowly open your eyes, remembering that you’re at Bucky’s place and a smile forms on your face as you feel his lips move across your skin.
“There she is. Good morning, sweetheart.” Bucky leans over you and gently kisses your lips. “Did you sleep well?”
You hum for a second. “In between you going down on me throughout the night, I will say yes, I did.”
Bucky chuckles. “I couldn’t help myself. You taste delicious, I could eat you out every day of the week if I had it my way.”
You giggle against the pillow. “Bucky. You’re just saying that to be funny.”
His lips come closer to your ear and whisper, “Do I need to show you again?”
“No!” You start laughing as Bucky pouts. “As much as that sounds tempting, I need a shower and to get something to eat.” Your stomach begins to growl a little.
“That’s fine, sweetheart. Let’s shower and then grab breakfast.”
Who are you to argue with showering with this handsome man?
Both of you end up showering in the warmth of the water and sure enough, Bucky goes down on you again. You can’t believe how much this man wants to consume you. Just the thought of it makes you blush. If he’s like this with oral, how’s he going to be when you have sex?
After showering and changing into fresh clothes from your closet in the spare bedroom, you head to the kitchen, where you find Bucky making eggs. He’s lightly cussing under his breath as he tries to make breakfast and seeing that he needs help, you walk up to him and kiss his cheek.
“Anything I can do to help?” you ask.
“Can you cook eggs?” he enquires.
“That I can,” you confirm with a smile before switching places and starting over from scratch. Whatever he was attempting to make can’t be salvaged, but what he can do right is toast and coffee. The pair of you chat as you cook and in no time it’s ready. You each take a place at the bar on the other end of the counter and start eating in peace. You notice that as you eat, Bucky keeps stealing glances at you. It’s like he’s storing this morning in his memory. When you both finish, you place the plates and cups in the dishwasher before Bucky leans into you and kisses your forehead.
“Thank you for cooking breakfast, beautiful. Now, are you ready to go back to your apartment and start packing? The house is ready for you to move into anytime.”
“I’m so excited to move out of the apartment and into a new home. The first thing I’m going to do once I’m settled is paint again. I have so many creative ideas flowing through my head,” you proudly say.
Bucky smiles back at you. “I can’t wait to see what you come up with. Now, let’s go meet the men I hired to help pack your place and move it for you. I’ve used them before and they are professional and trustworthy.”
You both grab your things and head to the garage to start the journey back to your place.
As promised, once at your apartment, Bucky and you meet with the movers. They’ll be helping you pack your tiny apartment for the next week while Bucky’s at work. Time seems to pass quickly over the next few days. With the packers boxing everything up, you deal with taking your paintings off the wall, carefully wrapping each one for transport.
Bucky shows up after work each day, just as promised, to help you with whatever you need. You’re truly thankful for all the help you receive and in no time, Saturday arrives. You’re excited about moving this weekend and finally having a home all to yourself, all thanks to your sugar daddy. Without Bucky, none of this would be possible, as you were just scraping by in life as a student and artist.
The movers and Bucky show up at eight in the morning, ready to transport your belongings. While you and Bucky put your paintings in your SUV, the movers load all the boxes into their truck. Things go smoothly, and by eleven, the vehicles are filled and the apartment is empty. You return your keys to the landlord and head out in your SUV to go to your new home.
You follow behind Bucky’s SUV to your new place. You’re excited for this next step and to see what the future will hold for you. So far, you’re enjoying your life as Bucky’s sugar baby. He’s definitely giving you not only the resources to succeed, but also the love and affection you crave as well. This relationship is so vastly different to others you’ve had in the past, but it’s also so exciting.
When you arrive, you skip over to Bucky, who’s grinning at the way you’re jingling the keys.
“It’s all yours, babygirl,” he says before kissing you gently on the lips.
You run, giggling, up to the front door and open it, allowing the movers to start bringing in your furniture and boxes. It takes them a couple of hours to place everything where you want it while you and Bucky bring in your paintings and place them in the rooms where you’ll hang them.
While Bucky says goodbye to the movers, shaking their hands, you look around your living room, taking it all in. It’s so beautiful that it almost didn’t feel real. A new home, a new vehicle, and a hot sugar daddy that you were in a relationship with. Was this a dream?
The sound of the door shutting signalled Bucky joining you. “How are you feeling now that your stuff is moved in?”
You turn to look at him and grin. “Honestly, excited, overwhelmed, relieved. Take your pick. I just can’t believe this is happening to me.”
“Believe it, sweetheart. This is happening and I’ll continue to spoil you every chance that I get.”
“You know you don’t have to.” You wrap your arms around yourself.
He walks over to you and cups your cheeks before kissing you. “You deserve to be spoiled. So let me.”
You jokingly huff at him and raise your hands in surrender. “Fine. Spoil away.”
“Now that is what I like to hear. Second only to you moaning my name in pleasure.”
You feel the heat in your cheeks and sheepishly look away for a moment before you make eye contact with him again.
“Bucky…”
“I’m teasing you, darling. I love seeing you all shy when we both know you’re anything but that.” His thumb runs across your bottom lip and you part your lips, allowing him to push the tip in. You slowly suck on it and swirl your tongue, making Bucky inhale a quick breath and pull his thumb out. His eyes are dilated and it’s like he is staring into your soul.
“Want to go upstairs and fool around?” you ask shyly.
“Prinţesă, more than you know.” Bucky gives you a big grin and wiggles his eyebrows.
You hold out your hand and he takes it instantly, letting you lead the way upstairs to the master bedroom. He follows you into the room and you circle him seductively. You push him toward the bed and make him sit down. Bucky grabs a pillow and places it in front of him so you have something to kneel on.
You kneel in front of him and unzip his pants. Your eyes remain on his as you tug on both them and his underwear, and Bucky lifts his hips, letting you pull them down. His cock is already hard and leaking precum from the tip.
Keeping eye contact, you lick your lips before you take the tip of him into your mouth. You lick the precum from him and he lets out a shuddering breath. You slowly take him into your mouth and then all the way to the back of your throat. You pull back just as gently as you tease him. Pulling off him, you lick the large vein under his cock before taking him back in.
Bucky is panting as you work him over slowly but surely. You love the control you have over him as he watches you take him apart piece by piece. Finally, you decide to have mercy on him and start bobbing your head up and down his cock. Your right hand is holding him at the base while your left hand starts playing with his balls. All while you keep taking him in your throat.
His groans of pleasure tell you that he’s not going to last much longer.
“Sweetheart, I’m close. You gonna swallow my cum like a good girl?”
You hum around his cock as he lightly grabs you by the hair and starts fucking your mouth. He’s not violent, but he easily takes back the control you thought you had. His cock is steady in and out of your mouth, every once in a while plunging down your throat. A couple more thrusts and he’s cumming, and you swallow every last drop as he grunts out your name.
When you pull off, it’s with a pop and lick your lips. Your eyes are watery, the streaks of tears down your face and Bucky looks at you with a smile. Carefully he wipes the tears away for you with his left hand, his right caressing your face.
“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart. You spoiled me just now, so be a good girl and climb on the bed so I can feast on my pussy. I want to make you feel good.”
Bucky stands up and tucks himself back into his pants.
“Your pussy?” you smirk at him
He offers you a hand and helps you stand up. You stand nearly face-to-face with him as he grins back down at you. “Yes, my pussy.”
A chill runs down your body as you kick off your sneakers and peel your leggings and underwear down your legs before you clamber onto the bed. You watch how his gaze never leaves your body. How he looks like he is going to devour you whole and lord, maybe he will. You know full well that this is something he enjoys doing and is an expert at. You lie on your back and you watch him crawl up the bed to lie on his stomach between your thighs, his face right where you need him.
Bucky’s lips travel across your thighs as he slowly kisses his way to their destination between your legs. Pushing your thighs further apart, Bucky descends on you and licks a stripe up your pussy. He does it again, this time licking and nibbling his way to your clit. You purr out his name and then begin to shiver as he starts to eat you out, his soft beard tickling you in all the right places. Every lick, every suckle on your clit, makes you a moaning mess and you grind down on Bucky’s face as he hums his approval.
He adds two fingers into your tight, wet pussy, fingering you as he continues to play with your clit with his mouth. His fingers curl with every breathy moan you make, and as you beg for more, his fingers speed up, hitting your sweet spot over and over.
“Ohmygod, yes! Bucky please… I need to cum,” you beg him.
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Be good for me and cum for me now,” he growls at you.
With a crook of his fingers, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you scream his name, cumming hard Bucky hums in delight as he licks you clean, making sure he leaves nothing behind. He crawls back up your body and kisses you passionately on the lips. You taste yourself as he does and groan your appreciation. Your man makes sure you want for nothing. If eating pussy was an art form, then Bucky has mastered it. You can’t help but wonder how it will be once he finally makes love to you. The thought makes you wet again, but you try to brush it from your mind before you get too carried away.
Bucky smiles at you, his eyes crinkle as he takes in your sated form. “How are you feeling, darling?”
You let out a soft sigh. “Like I’m floating on cloud nine and never want to come down again.”
Bucky chuckles at how relaxed and serene you’re. He wants to always make you feel this way and can’t wait to have you in his bed so he can finally take you apart properly.
“Well, let’s get you changed and get you something to eat. You need some nourishment after that.” He gives you a cheeky grin and you let out a full belly laugh.
“Yes, sir,” you say and salute him.
Bucky stares at you and licks his lips. “Sir? I kinda like the sound of that. Now, no more distractions.”
He helps you sit up in bed and hands you your clothes to put back on. Once you’re redressed it was two thirty in the afternoon, you walk hand in hand downstairs discussing what you're going to order from the local sandwich shop a couple of blocks away. It doesn’t take long to get there and back and you set the dining table while Bucky plates up the food.
You talk about starting to paint again once you get settled in, and how you’re going to unpack over the next week so that way you can start to focus on the things you enjoy. You’re especially looking forward to being able to go to more fancy dinners with Bucky now that you're done with the semester.
Bucky smiles at you as you talk, until he suddenly remembers something. “There’ll be another event next weekend that I forgot to tell you about. I hope you're not mad that it slipped my mind. I was very busy with meetings all week.”
You smile back at him. “No, that’s fine. Isn’t that what this is all about? Me being flexible with my schedule so I can attend these dinner dates. It’s wide open just for you.”
“I appreciate it, sweetheart.” He reaches across the table and grabs your hand gently. His thumb runs across your knuckles. Twisting your wrist round, your fingers graze against his and you both chuckle.
After lunch it was around three thirty and time to get the bedroom set up so later all you had to do was shower and climb into bed. Luckily, there wasn’t too much to unpack in there and Bucky hung up your clothes while you rifled through boxes and put things on the built-in bookcases that were situated throughout the house. After spending a few hours in the bedroom, you move onto the room you’ve decided will be your art studio. Setting up and adjusting your easel and then organising all your paints and brushes take another couple of hours and by dinner time, you’re both exhausted as the time shows eight in the evening.
You end up ordering a pizza to be delivered and by the time it arrives, Bucky has finished setting up the TV in the living room. It’s nice to relax on the couch and eat while watching a comedy show. When you’re done eating, you both cleaned up and you can see that Bucky is hesitant about what to do next.
“Hey, if you want, you can stay over tonight. It will help me ease into this new house living situation.” You fiddle with the hem of your shirt and watch Bucky offer a huge smile.
“Yeah, that would be great. I had an overnight bag packed in my SUV just in case – let me go grab it.”
He returns in the blink of an eye, locking the door behind him and you both make your way upstairs to the shower. Under the hot spray of the shower you wash the other, but also take the opportunity to get frisky. You trace the tattoos that snake up and down his arms as you wash him and try to work out what they all mean. By the time you step out you’re both clean and tired.
Cuddling up in the middle of the bed together, you lie with your head on his chest while his hand softly rubs down your arm. It’s nice having Bucky over in your new place and you hope there’ll be more nights like this in your future.
“So,” Bucky drawls, gaining your attention, “remember me telling you the other day that I was going to plan a getaway somewhere tropical for us?”
“Yeah, I do. Why?” you ask curiously.
“After next weekend, when we get done with the dinner event, I’ll be whisking you away to a private island. We’ll have my private waitstaff and chef to run the place, but other than them, it’ll be just us. We won’t have to worry about having our privacy interrupted so we can do whatever it is that you want. Swimming, snorkeling, or if you want to do nothing, we can do that as well.”
You squeal in excitement and hug him close. “I’m so excited. I’ve never been out of the country before. I mean, I have my passport, but I never thought I’d be using it. I don’t even know what to pack.”
Bucky chuckles. “Light clothing, bathing suits, hell, I would say pack nothing, but then I don’t like the idea of other men seeing you naked.”
“Jealous type?” You giggle as he looks down at you with a gleam in his eyes.
“When it comes to my naked girl, heck yeah, I am. No one gets to see your sexy body but me.”
You both laugh at his response and he winks at you, continuing his thought.
“But if we’re being serious, I have nothing to be jealous of. You’ve chosen me and come home to me at night, whether it’s your place or mine. I’m happy with you and I hope you feel the same way.” Bucky caresses your cheek as he looks into your eyes.
“I do feel the same way about you. I’m so happy when I’m with you. You make me feel very spoiled.” You snuggle closer to him, thinking of everything he has already done for you. For a moment, you both stare in silence and gaze into each other's eyes. It's like time stands still and you’re the only two people that exist in the world.
“As I said before,” he says, stroking your face with the back of his hand, “that’s my job. I‘ll always take care of you. Now let’s relax and get some sleep. We’ll talk more about the vacation tomorrow. Sleep well, sweetheart.”
You yawn big before whispering, “Sleep well, Bucky.”
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