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Girl Lost Not Found

@girl-lost-not-found / girl-lost-not-found.tumblr.com

"I just came to kick it"
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*hanging out at Titans Tower*
Dick: do you know what I hate? People acting as if JASON was an angry Robin-
Jason: can you not?
Dick: shut up! I'd say I was angry as Robin, Damian for a bit, Tim a little bit but JASON! JASON?
Jason: I have a rep-
Dick: HE WAS ADORABLE! He said 'Robin gives me magic', he had his little front curls, he used to wrap himself up in his cape so he was just a yellow triangle with legs, he looked like a little duckling!
Jason: *launching himself at Dick* SHUT UP!!!!
Dick: *prying Jason's hands away from his face* HE-
Jason: IGNORE HIM! He's a liar.
Donna: Jason you worked with us as Robin to fight Brother Blood. We know how you were and you were adorable.
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Batman being aggressively secretive towards the Justice League is one of my favorite tropes, but it gets INFINITELY funnier when you take the younger generations of heroes into consideration.

Barry Allen? He doesn't know shit about Batman, still partially convinced he's not human, still a little bit scared to talk to him. But Wally West? That's Nightwing's best friend. He's been around Dick since both of them were kids. He's had sleepovers at the manor since he was thirteen.

I just think it would be hilarious if all of the younger generations 100% know that Batman is Bruce Wayne. They've slept at the manor, some of them have taken various Batkids to school dances, they've been offered Alfred's cooking. And all because they've gotten close to at least one Batkid and said Batkid wore Bruce down until he let them reveal their identity. But all of them manage to keep this information from their mentors. Either purposefully or completely on accident.

Then you end up with a situation where the younger generations grow up and join the League and the older members Very Quickly realize that they seem a lot more comfortable with Batman than they should be.

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plaguedocboi

I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth

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mechamedusa

burying your face in his neck while you ride him on the couch. feeling his head turn and his lips glide a wet path over your jaw before he nips at it, breathing something about how good you’re making him feel — or maybe something with more of a teasing edge. getting tired? need me to do it for you? his hands cupping under your ass, getting a good handful before moving up to grip and guide your movements. maybe a light smack for encouragement. there you go, don’t stop now. ride that dick. you do it so well, baby. so well that i don’t think i can pull out.

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kinanabinks

Told You So

adapted from an old anakin fic on my wattpad. is that cheating?

18+

You and Bucky were looking forward to your first mission alone, until Steve assigned a group of agents to join you- but you're determined not to let them cockblock you.

Content Warning: Bucky x Avenger!Reader, secret relationship, fluff, camping, smut (public sex, blowjob, penetrative sex, daddy kink, creampie), eavesdropping agents.

"I cannot wait to finally be alone with you," Bucky sighs, his arms wrapping tightly around you from behind. His face nestles into your neck as he presses quick kisses to your skin. "Two weeks, just the two of us, doing whatever we want."

"And reporting our findings back to Fury, of course," You tease, placing your hands on top of his.

"Ah, whatever," He groans. "We can do that when we get back. This is our first mission alone, without Sam being an asshole or Nat breathing down our necks."

"Or Steve listening in on us fucking," You add with a smirk. "The perv."

"He can't help it, baby; we can hear everything," He mumbles, stroking your hips. "He doesn't mean to be a perv."

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kinanabinks

the only one

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though you've long broken up, bucky is still the only one who remembers your special day.

warning: ex!bucky x reader modern au, angst, reader has shitty friends, hurt/comfort, fluff.

a/n: this is very much self indulgent and a way for me to vent my feelings oops

you feel so stupid. that dress cost almost $40. that eyeshadow look took two practices, three retries and one hour to complete. your feet hurt in those obnoxiously high heels. all of that effort just to sit outside your friend's house, doing your best not to cry as the muffled sound of music booms from inside.

the party's for her boyfriend's promotion. you were an idiot to think it was for your birthday- though a part of you really believed they were only pretending like they forgot.

it's been a tough year for you, and you were hoping to find a new beginning tonight. hoping that this next chapter of your life could start off without the weight of all the shittiness that the last one gave you.

god, you feel so stupid.

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kinanabinks

Perv 💋 Bucky x Reader One Shot

content warning: bucky x fem!reader, friends to fuckers, flirting, dirty talk, smut (dub!con, dry humping, daddy!bucky, fingering, handjob)

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“I guess it’s on us to pick a movie,” You say once the others leave the motel room, slamming the door shut behind them.

Bucky doesn’t reply. He’s too busy staring at your nipples which are poking through your cotton top, practically drooling at the sight.

“I’m in the mood for horror, but Steve will complain,” You think out loud, laying back on the bed and continuing your verbal thought process while Bucky continues drinking in the view.

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Please Don't Leave Me (Pt. 3)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Violence

There are a lot of things that you aren't told about when you fall in love. Everyone wants to say that it's the greatest feeling in the world but they don’t tell you about the fear. When you can’t breathe without someone. When your heart would literally stop beating the moment theirs did. When they are everything, you can lose everything. The fear is debilitating. 

That’s exactly how you felt. Bucky was going on missions left and right and you were by his side. You knew he could handle himself but it still scared you nonetheless 

“The goal is to get in and out as fast as possible.” Steve said. Pointing at the board he lectured the group, everyone listening intently except for you. You gnawed on your lip and stared through the screen. You knew you should be listening but you just kept replaying the last mission in your head. 

There was shooting and the sound of explosions. Your job was to get inside the main room and steal the files of the terrorist group. A simple task, plug in the hardrive, wait for it to upload, and get the fuck out. Simple. You didn’t have to be in the action. The guns in your thigh holsters bored from lack of use. 

Then everything went wrong. Guards infiltrated the room. They were expecting you, something that no one anticipated. The hard drive wasn’t finished uploading and you needed time. 

“Hey!” The man yelled and raised their guns. You lifted your gun and fired two shots hitting one of them before you ducked down behind the desks as gun fire started to rain on you. 

“Guys. We have a situation.” You yelled through your earpiece. 

“In the main lab. Seven guards. The hard drive isn’t finished uploading. I need help.” You said as you fire two more shots. 

“Get out. We will come back for the drive. I’m coming right now.” Steve's voice rang clear. 

“I don’t have an exit, Rogers.” You ground out. 

"Your knight in shining armor is coming to save you, Princess. Stay down till I get there.” Tony spoke. You waited firing shots here and there until everything got really quiet. You knew they were planning an attack. Before you knew what was happening a grenade was rolled behind the desk. You kicked it diving to the other side of the room behind another desk. It exploded and you were sent flying. The hard drive surely destroyed. 

You coughed pushing away debris that had landed on you. Sut covered your face. 

“Abort, the hard drive is destroyed". As the smoke cleared you could hear the men making their way through the room. You had two options, pretend to be dead or try to sneak to the exit. You chose the first, knowing that there was no one you could get away without being too loud. A piece of shrapnel deep in your leg. You were on your side with guns concealed and you waited for the men. The men approached you and inspected your form. 

“The girl is dead, find the asset.” He spoke through his earpiece, gun lowered. There were four guards. One went to roll you over and you fired your weapon hitting the unsuspecting guard. Then started to fire on the other ones. Each body hitting the floor. Your breath was ragged. Adrenaline coursed through your veins. 

You got up quickly, not waiting for more men to come. You went to slip out of the exit gun raised, until it was knocked out of your hands and someone grabbed you from behind. You fought them off but their grip was too tight. You could hear a voice but nothing was clear. 

“Shhh, it's me.” Bucky. You stopped flailing and he slowly let you go. 

“Thank god.” You said. 

“We have to go.” You nodded and followed Bucky until you both made it safely to the quinjet.

“What were you thinking?” Bucky grabbed your shoulder. 

“What-” 

“Don’t 'what' me. You could have gotten yourself killed.”

“Are you kidding me? No one was expecting that! What was I supposed to do just sit ar-”

“You didn’t even check your surroundings. I could have been anyone outside of that door.” He yelled. Your face fell. Nothing had even happened. Everyone was safe. He stared into you and then brushed past you. The rest of the flight not a word was uttered between you. 

“We don’t know who this terrorist group is. We need to find out. There are bases popping up everywhere. Y/n you will get to the main room and use the hard drive to collect intel.” Steve said. 

“Sorry Cap but I disagree. I say we kill them all and make them tell us who the hell they are. Good ole blaster to the dome interrogation.” Tony spoke up. 

“We can’t risk another failed mission. I appreciate your whole John McClane act, princess but that’s not gonna get this done.” He finished. 

“This is the mission, Tony. If plan A doesn’t work, plan B sounds wonderful.” Natasha spoke. 

“Okay, quinjet in 20.” Cap said, picking up the files on the table. Everyone went to leave the room and Steve called your name. 

“If you’re not up for this, tell me. I’ll let Nat do it. You can sit this one out, it's not a big deal.” He said kindly. 

“No, I’ve got this. I won’t fuck it up this time.” You said as you walked out of the conference room. Steve sighed. That was not what he meant. He knew how personally you took the failure after Bucky made a scene on the jet. You hadn’t spoken for the last two days. 

So that led you to where you are now. In the main room the drive plugged into the large computer. You tapped your fingers on the desk waiting for the file to download. You couldn’t help but look into the information before you unplugged the drive, it was complete and it wasn’t technically against the rules to look. You had already hacked in anyway. You scrolled through the documents clicking away at the keys. 

HYDRA. Your breath left your body. Everything clicked. You remembered the guards' use of the word ‘asset’. Bucky. His face popped up on the screen. Pictures flashed. Bucky walking down the street. You and Bucky eating at a restaurant. Bucky on past missions. They were watching him 

“Oh my god.” You ripped the drive out and ran. So many thoughts ran through your head. This is the fear. This is the dread you felt because you loved Bucky so much. You couldn’t imagine a life without him. Nausea started to spread through your throat. Under your ears pressure grew. You had to get Bucky out of here. 

“I got the drive. Get out now” You yelled into your ear piece. Tears started to form. 

“We still have business to take care of Princess” Tony said and you could hear his blasters. 

“Get out now!” you yelled firing your gun at two more guards. You hated killing but right now you would kill anyone. You spotted Bucky fighting off three guards at once and you didn’t hesitate to kill them. Bullets flying out of your gun like it was nothing. You looked ruthless. Bucky looked surprised. He knew you never fired your weapon unless you needed to. You grabbed your other gun and held them both up. You saw Nat going hand to hand and you shot. Steve was fighting with just his shield and you again fired your weapon at his attacker. 

“Don’t make me say it again. We are leaving now.” No one questioned and headed toward the quinjet. Bucky was confused but everyone obeyed. Once on the quinjet, everyone stayed quiet. You sat in the corner stone faced and looked down at the ground thinking about everything. 

“Did you get the drive?” Clint yelled back from the pilot seat. You didn't answer but tossed the drive on the table across the room. Everyone was confused. Nat came and sat by you. Not saying a word because that's what she knew you needed. She knew you wouldn't have told everyone to leave without a reason. Steve bent down and picked up the drive. You could hear people whispering but you tuned them out. 

Once you got back to the tower you headed straight to your room. You didn't waste your time going to debrief in the conference room and you certainly didn't go to the med bay to get the hole in your leg restitched. You felt it bleed through your black suit but didn't pay any attention to it. You were in shock. What were you going to do? You wouldn't let them get to Bucky. You would do anything to stop it from happening. 

You wiped away the tears that started to fall. You sat on the floor and leaned on the edge of your bed. Tears started to flow and you angrily wiped them away but you felt your breathing start to pick up. 

“Sergeant Barnes. Ms. L/n may require your assistance in her room. She appears to be experiencing pulmonary distress.” Jarvis said to Bucky, who was taking off his battle gear. His face looked up to the ceiling as if to talk to the AI. 

“What happened Jarvis?”

“It is unclear Sergeant Barnes but I believe you should assess the situation. I believe Ms. L/n is experiencing a panic attack.” Bucky wasted no time and made his way to your room. He knocked voraciously.  

“Y/n open the door. Please let me in” On the other side of the door you couldn't hear him. Your hands on the side of your head covering your ears. Fear ate at you. You couldn't imagine what they were going to do to him. 

“Please, doll, open the door. We agreed we weren't going to do this. You can come to me, you know I am here for you. Open the door now.” Bucky pleaded. He pressed his ear to the door and could hear the sounds of your ragged breath. 

“Jarvis opened the door.” 

“Sergeant Barnes. Ms. L/n likes her privacy. I'm not sure that is a good idea.”

“If you don't open the door I will break it down.” he threatened Jarvis. There was a click and the door was unlocked. He opened it with haste and saw you shaking on the ground, hands in your hair and you kept saying “No”. He rushed to you and placed his hands on your bent knees. 

“Y/n breathe with me. Come on, you got this. Nothing can hurt you here. It's just me.” He said and you finally made out that it was Bucky and your eye met his. Your breath started to slow. He made himself hold back from touching you too much because he didn't want to freak you out. Before he knew what was happening you launched yourself toward him and wrapped your arms around his neck sobbing. 

“They wanted to hurt you. I couldn't let them. '' You cried.

‘Who? No one is here. It's just me and you. No one can hurt me” he said, grabbing the back of your head. 

“They're back, Bucky. They want you. They were going to kill me to get to you.” You said, fear lacing your voice. 

“What are you talking about?” He said pulling back. You took a moment to speak.

“HYDRA” you whispered. His eyebrows scrunched up and he looked confused. The drive. 

“I can’t let them. I will do anything to make sure they can’t get you. I will kill every person you dares look at you. I will die a million times before-”

“Shh shh. You don't risk your life for me.” 

“But-”

“No! That's an order.” He yelled. Your lip quivered. 

“I can’t live without you. If you die I die. I will risk my life to save you. I don't care what orders you give me. I physically couldn't stop myself. I can’t breathe without you, James.” You stated. His hands were on the side of your face. Your eyes were red as well as your nose. 

“I don’t want to hear that. Nothing is happening to either of us. I won't let it.” He reassured me. 

“James.” 

“Yes, doll.”

“I love you.” You breathed in. His eyes softened and he stared into your soul.

“God, doll. I've loved you since the day I met you. I’ve been waiting to hear that forever. I love you.” He kissed you/ 

“I love you.” Another kiss. 

“I love you.” He wouldn't stop kissing you. 

“What are we going to do about HYDRA? They want you back, there were pictures of me and you. They watch us all the time. They won't stop until they get to you.” You said sniffling. 

“We kill them. All of them.” 

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Please Don't Leave Me (Pt. 1)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mature themes, depression, sadness

You couldn't do it anymore.

You couldn't live everyday like your life was perfect. There were times where there seemed to be no way out and this was one of those times.

Your breath quickened and your ears stopped working. Only a loud ringing like the sound of a wave in the ocean that never stopped crashing, remained. The organ in your chest felt like a piece of glass that was being crushed by the weight of your own blood and bones.

You shut the door and slid down against it, hand still on the knob. your hair slid down the wood much slower then the rest of your shaking form. It burned. Everything burned. Silent sobs came and never ceased.

Nothing had happened. Well nothing recently, many events had left you plagued and defeated but nothing within the hour or even day.

You had been eating dinner with the rest of the team in the tower. Sitting on the top of the couch while everyone told stories and funny jokes. A casual night. Something was off. You couldn't keep focus on anything, spacing out the entirety of the night. No one noticed and you thought to yourself, "Am I that good at hiding it?". You thought you were great at wearing the mask but your arms grew tired and it started to slip. Forearm muscles withered from staying in the same position for years until it was just skin and bone.

Your sobs started to pickup in sound and intensity. You didn't want anyone to hear so you crawled to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and shut the door. Tears streaming down your face as you brought your hand to your chest.

You were easy going. Always the funniest person in the room. Never had you been the sad one, the broken one. You were a fixer, thats what you did. You helped people you never needed help. You only helped yourself. You were the only person you needed. You would be the hand that held your head. You would be the thumbs that wiped your tears. You would be everything. Until even you, weren't enough.

The shower was loud but you were louder. You put your hands over your ears hoping the ringing would stop. Hoping everything would stop. You couldn't hear the pain that emerged from you but he did. He heard everything.

Bucky was only a room over. Sometimes you would hear him having nightmares. The first person to knock on his door and place a hand on his shoulder telling him he was okay and then you would leave like nothing happened. Like it was no feat to support him. Some mornings he would find you curled on the floor next to his bed or sitting fast asleep in the chair in the corner because you wanted to make sure he was okay. Never was a word uttered but a forgiving smile was given.

He had never heard sounds like this coming from your room. To think of it he had never heard a sound like this ever. He quickly got up from his bed and made his way to your door. He knocked.

"Y/n". No answer.

"Y/n I just want to make sure you are okay. Can you let me in?" Still no answer but the sounds continued. He knew you weren't okay and as much as he wanted to respect your privacy he couldn't leave not even if he wanted to.

He turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open as the hinges creaked. He had never been in your room. He was surprised with what he saw. The room was dark and not covered with the vibrant colors he imagined. There was no trinkets or photos. Just the bare minimum. The wall or large windows' blinds were open so that only light that illuminated the room was from the busy city. The night had been rainy. The last three night were.

As he walked through the room he could hear the sounds getting louder. He made his way over to the bathroom door and put his hand on it. He immediately felt anguish. The sounds of your crying made his chest tighten. He pressed his forehead to the door and called out gently.

"Y/n. I need you to open the door. I need to know your okay."

You clasped your hand over your mouth but your body stayed pressed against the door as you silently sobbed. Hoping if you stayed quiet enough he would leave.

"Y/n, I'm not leaving until I see you." You contemplated opening the door. You wanted to but you couldn't. You knew he could push the door open with your body still pressed against it if he wanted to but you felt better knowing you were another obstacle in his way to getting through.

"I don't know what's going on but I'm sure I can help and if I can't I will make sure you aren't alone. You don't need to go through this alone." Another beat of silence.

"Think about it like I'm returning a favor. All the times you came to my room and woke be from the night terrors. You save me from my nightmares now let me save you from yours." You heart broke and you couldn't hold back the sounds of your crying anymore.

"That's it y/n I'm coming in. I will break this door down unless you answer me. I need to know you're okay." You moved away from the door and let yourself rest your head against the wall. You knew he would feel awful if he hurt you so you moved away from the line of fire. He shoved his vibranium hand through the door and unlocked it but he paused. You were waiting for him to burst in and yell at you. But time stopped.

"Open the door. I want you to feel like you can come to me. Open the door, doll." At the sound of the nickname you moved your hand to the knob above your head and turned it.

He knelt down next to you, eyes locking with your teary ones. You couldn't see anything, everything was a blur. He placed his hand below your collar bone and the other on your chest.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. I need you to breathe. You're hyperventilating. You're gonna pass out if you don't calm down." Your breathing only picked up in pace but you tried nodding your head.

"Doll, look at me." You tried but everything was unfocused. He used his thumbs to wipe away your tears.

"You will get through this. You always tell me that my dreams are just dreams nothing more. This is your dream, it's in your head, you need to wake up. Come back, doll. Come back to me." He looked concerned, pained almost.

"I-I can't" you rasped.

"You can, doll. Just breathe with me." He made the effort of breathing slowly, his chest moving in an exaggerated manor.

"I can't breathe. I-I can't breathe." His eyes met yours and he moved both hands to your face.

"I can't-"

"Yes you can. I know you can. This will pass. This feeling won't last forever but right now I need you to let me help you. Let me hold your pain." He pleaded.

"It hurts so much. I'm so, so sorry. I'm s-sorry. Oh God. Just leave me here. Please." You begged. He got up and for a second you thought he listened to you. Instead he got up and felt the temperature of the water.

"You're not gonna like this but I need you to breathe, you're turning white." He picked you up and attached your legs behind his back and moved your arms over his shoulders. Head next to his head. You latched on.

Fully clothed he walked the both of you into the shower. Water falling down your bodies until the tears blended in. His kept one hand on your back and the other on your head. Whispering sweet nothings.

"I got you. I've got you. I'll always have you." He said aloud but mainly to himself.

Your breathing slowed and tears still made their way down your face. You lay limp against his muscular form until you were fully aware of your surroundings.

"I'm okay now." You tried to get down but he wouldn't have it.

"No. You're not. Look at me y/n." You slowly lifted your head and he pressed his forehead against yours. Both of you closing your eyes.

"Let me help you."

"You don't have t-"

"It's not a request it's an order." Your eyes opened and you sighed. Defeated.

"I'm gonna wash you up and get you to bed. Okay?" His eyes stared into yours. You nodded. He set you down and looked away ashamed. How could you be so weak? Why were you so loud.

"Stop. Don't go there. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He said holding your chin.

"I need to get out of these clothes." You began to claw at your neck, feeling like you were being suffocated. Breath started to quick again.

"Doll, stop stop stop. You're gonna hurt yourself. I got it." He grabbed your wrists. He looked you in the eyes, silently asking for permission. You nodded.

He grabbed the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head.

"I won't look, I promise." He assured. He then knelt down, unbuttoning your pants and helping them slide down to the wet shower floor. He removed the rest of your clothes and then did the same with his own. Leaving just his boxers and dog tags. He began to wash your hair, tilting your head back as your eyes closed. His hands slowly washing your body as if he thought a sudden movement would break you. Your eyes remained closed the whole time. Your head felt numb but his touch kept you alert.

When he was done, he shut the water off and grabbed a towel to dry your body. You stood there prepared to walk to the bedroom but he scooped you up and brought you to his room. He set you on the edge of his bed and walked away. The draft making you shiver. Still you looked into nothing.

He emerged from his closet with a long sleeve shirt that would be way too big and a pair of his boxers. Everything smelt like him. He made you stand up and he dressed you. At this point you allowed it. You probably could have done it yourself but he wouldn't let you.

"I want you to stay here a few nights. I will sleep on the couch over there but I want you here." He said bending down to reach your eye line.

"No."

"Y/n you-"

"No. You're not sleeping on the couch. Lay with me please." You whispered. He contemplated it.

"Please. I need you." This broke him. He nodded and he picked you up to place you into bed before dressing and going to the other side. He covered you up and gave you space. You slowly moved your hand, shifting under the covers until you clasped your fingers with his. He immediately squeezed them and turned to look at you. You looked at the ceiling for a while feeling his gaze until you shifted closer to him and locked eyes.

He reached over and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead.

"We don't have to talk about this now but we have to at some point. I can't stand to see you this way." He muffled into your hair line.

"Please don't leave me." Your lip quivered. He pulled back and you thought you scared him until he grabbed your face. He looked hurt.

"Doll, I would never leave you. You're stuck with me." He lifted your joined hands to show. You smiled.

Bucky was everything to you. You only wanted to make him happy and he wanted to keep you safe.

"James?" You called.

"Yes, doll." He asked.

"I'll get through this." You said confidently, more for yourself then for him.

"I know. I'm here for you." He said brushing your hair away from your face.

At that moment you knew, you loved him.

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kinanabinks

Silent Girl + The Winter Soldier (BuckyxReader)

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Summary: After a traumatizing event, you aren’t the friendliest or most talkative of people. Bucky understands, and in turn becomes the one person you soften your hard exterior for.

Genre: Mostly soft fluff with minimal angst

Warning: Mention of heavy topics inc. cannibalism, torture + death of reader’s mother, symptoms similar to those of eating disorders. Slightly angsty but mostly fluff.

Steve Rogers found you on death’s door at a time when you were ready to die. You weren’t expecting or wanting his help, but it came anyway.

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kinanabinks

THE FUCKBOY COMMITTEE MASTERLIST

18+

Fuckboy!Stucky x Reader

Series Status: Ongoing

Series Summary: Still a virgin in your 20s, you're desperate for some experience - but there's not a single man in New York that you can trust. There are, however, two seasoned fuckboys who promise to guide you through the world of sex, with no strings attached.

Series Warning: Fuckboy!Steve x Reader x Fuckboy!Bucky, mature themes, smut, inexperienced!reader, friends with benefits, drug use, MMF threesomes, angst.

SEVEN: Game Night

EIGHT: Date Night

NINE: Full Sex

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kinanabinks

The Fuckboy Committee

ONE: THE PROPOSITION

18+

Still a virgin in your 20s, you're desperate for some experience - but there's not a single man in New York that you can trust. There are, however, two seasoned fuckboys who promise to guide you through the world of sex, with no strings attached.

Content Warning: Fuckboy!Steve x Reader x Fuckboy!Bucky, mature themes, mention of sex, drugs, eventual smut.

Virginity. As much as you hate to admit it, you spend an embarassing amount of time dwelling on yours. 

It was never your plan to remain a virgin well into your 20s; that's just how life went. School was always your priority, and there was never any time to develop a meaningful relationship with a nice boy. And that's what you always thought you needed - you thought you couldn't possibly have sex with someone unless you were in love with them, but as you've grown older, your mind is changing.

There's nothing special about virginity. You know you shouldn't put any pressure on it, and it's a social construct that should've been abolished long ago, but you can't help but fixate on your own. You've never even had a boyfriend before, but lately you've been itching to enter the romance scene. You're sick of seeing your friends in long-term relationships and getting married, while you've never so much as held hands with a guy in a romantic setting.

And that's where the dating apps come in.

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relax • ten (finale)

18+

Steve's in the hospital, Sam's disappeared, and it feels like everything is going wrong. But a talk with an unknown stranger helps you to find your grounding.

Content Warning: Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader, mature themes, angst, major injury, brief mention of fertility and birthing issues, fluff, sexual language.

You drop your phone onto the plastic seat beside you with a huff, sick of hearing your calls go straight to voicemail.

"Still not picking up?" Bucky asks from where he's leaning against the wall opposite you, the concerned frown between his brows having been permanently pronounced since you arrived at the hospital.

"Nope," You reply shortly, folding your arms across your chest as you lean your head back. "God, I really hope Sam had nothing to do with this."

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the babies (dick grayson & bruce wayne) (please don't flop this took a stupid amount of time) (i used a different pen and im not a fan switch back to my bae 😒) (i looove dick grayson as robin)

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kinanabinks

relax

18+

when everything gets too much, you can rely on bucky to calm you down.

content warning: nerd!frat!bucky x reader, fluff, mention of panic attacks/anxiety, brief mention of masturbation, soft!bucky is timid and cute and if anyone hurts him i will kill them, subtle implication of m*necraft.

You burst into the bedroom, leaving behind the booming party and instead entering Bucky's peaceful safe haven. He looks over his shoulder from where he's sitting, pulling down his headset with a frown.

"Y/N?" He's confused to see you, assuming you'd be partying with his roommates and the rest of campus.

"Hi," You breathe out, closing the door and leaning back against it. "I'm sorry, but is it okay if I just chill in here with you for a bit?"

"Uh, sure," Bucky answers, still taken aback. He keeps his eyes on you as you trek over to sit on the chair next to him. "Do- do you wanna play?"

"No, that's okay. I just wanna watch," You reply with a small smile.

He hesitantly returns to his game, side-eyeing you every few seconds with slight bewilderment. The sound of his thumbs hitting the buttons of his controller relaxes you, giving you something to ground yourself with. You sit back, looking up at the ceiling, doing your best to take slow, long breaths.

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