Y/N: I Don't Know How To Tell You This, But... I Love You.

He’s 55. How does he look like this?

My heart.

Night Hours

Mob!Bucky x Reader

Run-through: Bucky wakes you up in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, and he knows you can help with that. 

Themes: fluff, smut

a/n: just a little something before i get started on my assignments ily. 

You sensed movement behind you. Followed by a strong, muscular arm circling around your waist and pulling you into a warm, taut chest. 

Keep reading

Can I have him?

THIS IS AWESOME....

MY (very smutty) Master List

HEADCANONS (MULTI FANDOM)

Stucky x Reader 

Well Deserved Throne  

Well Deserved Throne (Sequel) 

Home 

A Hundred Years

Heaven (Stucky Royal AU) 

Haven 

I Did Something Bad - part 1

I Did Something Bad - part 2 

Bucky Barnes Fics

Questions

Safe Haven (Post Endgame Bucky)

Rescue Me (Post Endgame Bucky)

Longing

Obscure (dark! Bucky)

All My Love (Chubby! Bucky)

Heaven (stucky Royal AU)

Santa and Sunshine

Tempestuous Series (Royal AU)

Biker! Bucky

To You (Alpha! Bucky AU)

Spark (Firefighter!Bucky AU)

A Sweeter Place - Mob! Bucky 

Eye For An Eye (ceo!bucky series)

Hundred and three (birthday special) 

All Yours (professor!reader x uni student!bucky)

Predestined (mob!bucky series) 

Hostage Of Your Eyes (mob!bucky series)

Love Made Me Crazy (ceo!bucky/mob!bucky series) 

Fire On Fire (firefighter!bucky)

Another World (alien!bucky series)  

À la folie (prince!bucky hc)  

You Know Just What I Need (spoilt!brat bucky x head of security!reader)

Twilight Moments With You (ex mob!bucky x reader)

You Bring Me Home (mechanic!bucky x reader)

Power Over Me (ceo/soft dom!bucky x sub!reader series)

Capital Letters series (COMPLETED)

Capital Letters (part 1) 

Capital Letters (part 2)

Capital Letters (part 3)

Bucky Barnes - Stained Series 

Stained Part 1

Stained Part 2

Nat/ Wanda x Reader

Unconditional (Natasha x reader & Wanda x reader)

Tony Stark

Go ahead and cry, Little Girl. (Tony Stark) 

Secret Series (Stony x Reader)

Evanstan x Reader

Call An Avenger (Evanstan x Reader)  

Call An Avenger (Sequel)  

Sebastian Stan 

Convergence Of The Twain (Professor Sebastian Stan) 

As Long As You’re With Me 

De Trop

Nobody Does It Like You Do 

Ardor (Artist! Seb)

Drabble #1

Drabble #2

Drabble #3

Drabble #4

Drabble #5

Limerencia Series.

I Think He Knows (Headcanon)

Adore You (Professor! Seb HC)

You Can Be My Full Time Daddy (sugar daddy! seb HC)

Professor! Seb HC

Jealous! Seb HC 

Teacher’s Pet (professor!seb x reader)

Lover (innocent!Seb x Mob!Reader) 

Predestined (ceo!seb series) 

Daylight (ceo!reader x personal assistant!seb)

Strawberries & Cigarettes (Frank x Reader)

Afterglow (mob!seb x surrogate!reader) 

King Of My Heart (devil!seb)  

Cherries and Wine (sugar baby!seb)

Peter Parker

One and Only (Peter Parker Headcanon) (Fluff)  

Dom! Peter

Winter Soldier

Tough Love (The Winter Soldier Headcanon) (Angst)

Steve Rogers

Ocean Eyes (Steve Rogers Post Endgame Smut / Angst)

Muffin (Steve Rogers Drabble) (Fluff) 

Valentine

Secret Series (Stony x Reader)

Heaven (stucky Royal AU)

Deal With The Devil (Devil!Steve AU)

Surrender (iw!Steve x reader)

Burning Desire 

Snowstorms & Snuggles (ceo!steve)

Trouble, Trouble (drysdale twins! steve)

Mob! Seb (Back For You series) COMPLETED.

Back For You (Mob! Seb) 1

Want You Back (Mob! Seb) 2

Kill For You (Mob! Seb) 3

Run To You (Mob! Seb ) Part 4

Next To You (Part 5)

See You Again (Part 6)

By Your Side (part 7)

Home With You (part 8)

Mob! Seb with kids

Destroyer! Chris

Everything is Blue 

Haunted 

Without You

Biker! Chris x shy! reader

Mob! Seb (Sebastian Stan AU)

Revere 

Bad Reputation

Cherry 

A Sweeter Place

Afterglow 

Lover of Mine  

Crossfire series (Mob! Seb AU)

Crossfire (Mob! Bucky)

Vendetta ( Crossfire PART 2)

Rancor (Crossfire PART 3)

Mania (Crossfire PART 4)

Warning Sign (Crossfire PART 5)

Rupture (Crossfire PART 6)

Wreck (Crossfire PART 7)

Sanctuary (Crossfire PART 8)

Mafia! Bucky

Bad Guy (Mafia! Bucky)

Jake Gyllenhaal

Home (Jake Gyllenhaal)

Bath Tub

Mob! Jake

Dom! Jake hc 

Thor Odinson. 

Thunder’s Call

Bodyguard! Thor AU hc 

Shining Like A God.  

The Witcher / Geralt Of Rivia 

Golden 

Geralt of Rivia HC

Bottom! Geralt HC

Steamy argument with Geralt

Fight and make up with Geralt

Geralt of Rivia with shy/innocent! Reader

White Wolves  

Bottom!Geralt drabble

Ransom Drysdale hc 1

Ransom Drysdale x innocent! reader 

Ransom x step! sister reader 

Ransom x bratty! reader

Ransom Drysdale hc 2

Ransom finding reader’s sex toys hc

Drysdale Twins x reader 1

Drysdale Twins x reader 2

Ransom Drysdale hc 3

Drysdale Twins w/ breeding kink

soft! ransom hc

Burning Desire 

Good For You (mob!ransom)

Taste Of Your Lips (royal au series)

Trouble, Trouble (drysdale twins)

Bathroom sex with Loki

Andy Barber (from Defending Jacob)

Love in the Dark (CEO! AU)

Pubs & Pillow Talks 

Burning Desire 

The same damn hunger (bartender!reader x andy barber)

Delicate

-

That, and more coming soon loves! 

[SMUT] Black | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Smut, mild Angst, Fluff)

Category: Smut, mild Angst, Fluff (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Gun violence, arguing, spanking, overstimulation, squirting, use of safeword, oral (male receiving), intercourse, BDSM, subspace Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Reader Has To Safeword Request: “Hi! I absolutely love your writing! Could I request a Bucky x Steve x reader where they’re having rough sex and she has to safeword? Like maybe Bucky and Steve are mad at her for not following an order and putting herself in danger on a mission, so they’re extra rough. And then fluff after? Thank you!!!” Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 4,367

—-

The jet is eerily quiet and everyone knows not to speak to either of the super soldiers right now. (Y/N) daren’t open her mouth, the anger radiating from the men is tense and no-one dares trigger it.

Bruce is working on the bullet wound in the woman’s shoulder and Bucky and Steve haven’t stopped watching the entire process. The amount of emotions swirling in their eyes is crazy. Fear, care, love, sadness, but the most prominent one washes away all else. Anger.

She doesn’t regret what she did but she regrets angering her two lovers. (Y/N) loves Steve and Bucky with all her heart and that’s why she did what she did.

Keep reading

always the best....

Tony Stark + nicknames

MILLION DOLLAR WOMAN | OP81

an: i head to france tomorrow guys, today is my final day of freedom rip. this was so fun to write because imagine just finding out your partner is a millionaire fr, based off of this request

wc: 2.5k

Oscar could see her sitting at the dining table through the floor-to-ceiling windows as he parked his car. The quiet of their home in Monaco always took him by surprise—no revving engines, no buzz of the pit crew. Just her typing away on her laptop with her usual cup of tea. She looked up as he walked in, gave him a quick smile, and then returned to her screen. Always so relaxed, even as he walked in carrying the tension of a bad training session.

"Good day?" she asked, barely looking up. He nodded and mumbled something about a corner he'd taken too fast. She listened but didn’t pry. She never did. That's how she was. She was more interested in weekend hikes than race standings, in cooking simple meals than joining him at fancy team dinners. It was a refreshing kind of simplicity, though sometimes a little mystifying. She didn’t ask about the sport or his schedule, never got jealous over the fans, and didn’t seem to care about the lifestyle that came with dating an F1 driver.

In a way, it was...perfect. He didn’t have to worry about her growing tired of his schedule, or about her expectations getting out of hand. She worked her 9-to-5, met him after, and never asked for more. The fact that she paid for her own things when they went out had caught him off-guard at first, but she’d laughed and shrugged it off when he offered to take care of the bill. "I’m used to it," she’d said. And that had been that. No strings, no expectations.

Tonight, she must’ve been finishing something for work, because she was typing away with focus. He walked into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water, glancing over his shoulder at her every now and then, content. The glow of her screen was the only light in the room; the apartment was quiet but comfortable, like this was all they’d ever need.

“How’s work?” He asked as he shut the fridge.

She briefly looked up, “Long” she sighed but smiled at him.

As he walked past her he placed a brief kiss on her forehead and slid onto the sofa, stretching out and letting the quietness of home sink into his bones. She was already back to her typing, nodding to herself as she worked through whatever was in front of her. It was one of those things he found himself both fascinated by and grateful for—she didn’t need him to fill the silence. She seemed just fine with her job, her laptop, her little rituals that didn’t have anything to do with him.

Oscar watched her for a moment before pulling out his phone, scrolling through emails and messages. A lot of them were about his upcoming sponsorship deal, a whirlwind of numbers and logistics. He thought about calling his manager to check the final figures but decided against it. Just thinking about it wore him out.

He read email after email as he heard the scrape of a chair, he looked up to see her stand up and take a call in their terrace, something he adored about this house.

Then his phone rang, Mark, he picked up automatically. “Yeah, hey,” he said, voice still soft from the calmness of the evening. As he talked through the details with him, he realised he needed to jot something down. With no pen or paper in reach, he glanced over to the dining table where she always kept a notepad beside her tea.

Oscar rose, walking over to her seat, quietly picking up her pen. But as he did, his eyes fell onto the screen of her laptop, where her banking app was open.

It was one glance, just a flicker of his eyes, but enough for him to catch sight of the balance there. He paused mid-sentence, his own words catching in his throat.

That number didn’t look right.

Surely it was missing a decimal.

Wrapping up the conversation with Mark, he wrote down what he needed, and looked at the screen once more. In that time, she’d walked back into the room, her feet padding on the cool granite of their dining room floor.

Oscar couldn’t take his eyes off the screen.

"Hey," he said, voice a little strained, still trying to process what he was seeing. "Uh…how much money do you make?"

She blinked, the corner of her mouth lifting in that effortless way of hers. "Enough," she said with a little laugh. "Why?"

Oscar blinked, struggling to wrap his head around it. This was his girlfriend—quiet, low-key, not a trace of the usual high-gloss life he’d always associated with wealth. He’d seen people obsess over money, hover around him just because of it, make a whole lifestyle out of it. But her? She was the woman who insisted on bringing packed lunches to work, who chose thrift shops over boutiques, who still wore her decade-old watch without a second thought. She was content. Comfortable. But this…

"That’s…a lot of ‘enough,’" he said, pointing at the screen, unable to mask the amazement in his voice.

She just shrugged and closed her laptop, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "I guess I don’t really talk about it, huh? Not exactly first-date conversation."

He leaned back against the table, watching her with a strange mix of awe and curiosity. "Not even, like, fourth-date conversation."

"To be fair, I didn’t ask what you make, either," she pointed out, quirking an eyebrow at him. "Money’s not really…our thing."

He felt a laugh bubble up in his chest. She was right, and yet, here he was, dumbfounded. She’d been living in his world all this time, never asking him for anything, never trying to claim any part of the lavish life he could provide. Now, he realised, maybe she didn’t need it at all.

"So…why not mention it?" he asked, still trying to understand. "I mean, I just assumed…" He trailed off, feeling a little sheepish.

"I know," she said, her smile turning gentle. "I guess I liked that you assumed. It made things easier. It let me be just…me. No expectations, no need to fit into any box."

Oscar nodded slowly, taking that in. It made sense, but it still felt surreal. Here was someone who, from the very beginning, hadn’t wanted anything from him other than his time, his company. She wasn’t here for his lifestyle or his status, things he’d been conditioned to believe were a part of every relationship he’d ever have.

He glanced at her laptop again, unable to stop himself from wondering. “So, wait—what exactly do you do? Something like…senior management?” he asked, half-joking, his tone teasing.

Oscar chuckled, shaking his head as the absurdity of it all settled in. He was still trying to wrap his head around the whole idea—his girlfriend, his laid-back, thrift-shop-loving girlfriend, was apparently not only financially secure but really well off.

She raised her eyebrows, a sly smile creeping across her face. “Something like that,” she replied, taking a sip of her tea.

He squinted at her, suspicious. “Oh, come on, don’t leave me hanging. How high up are you, really?”

She glanced away, as if considering her words, and then said it, almost like a casual aside. “I’m the CEO.”

He blinked, the statement hanging in the air like a punchline he hadn’t quite caught. “Wait…CEO? As in, like, the CEO?”

She laughed, shrugging it off like it was nothing. “Just of a mid-sized company, Oscar. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Darling,” he said slowly, realising dawning. “What company?”

She paused, her eyes darting away, and he could see the hint of mischief there. “Ever heard of Catalyst?”

“Catalyst…wait, as in Catalyst Dynamics?” he asked, his voice growing louder with shock. “The same Catalyst Dynamics that sponsors my team?”

She pressed her lips together, trying—and failing—not to smile. “Do they?”

“Oh, you are kidding me!” he exclaimed, grinning in disbelief. “You’ve been secretly spoiling me this whole time!”

She shook her head, looking away as though he’d accused her of something scandalous. “Oscar, it’s a sponsorship, not a…spoiling thing. Besides, that’s business. I keep it separate from…this.” She gestured between the two of them, clearly trying to play it cool.

But Oscar wasn’t buying it, not for a second. “Oh, no you don’t.” Before she could say another word, he leaned down, scooping her up and carrying her toward the sofa.

“Oscar!” she yelped, laughing, half-protesting, but she didn’t resist.

He set her down on the cushions, pinning her playfully as he hovered above her, grinning with that spark of mischief that usually only showed up on race day. “You’ve been keeping this a secret, haven’t you? The big boss lady, looking out for me, pretending you’re just this regular 9-to-5 woman…”

“Oscar, I’m not spoiling—”

“Oh, we’ll see about that.” He grinned wider, fingers finding her sides as he started tickling her, his hands relentless. She burst into laughter, twisting and squirming, but he didn’t let up.

“Okay, okay!” she managed between laughs, her breath coming in gasps as he kept up his assault. “I admit it, I admit it!”

“Admit what?” he asked, pausing, a playful gleam in his eyes as he waited for her to say it.

“Fine!” She was breathless, cheeks flushed from laughter. “Maybe I had a tiny bit of a hand in sponsoring your team, maybe. But it wasn’t to spoil you! It was just…good business.”

He chuckled, finally letting up, settling beside her on the sofa. “Good business, huh?”

She took a deep breath, still smiling as she nudged him. “I mean it. I didn’t want you to feel any pressure…or obligation. This—us—is different.”

Oscar looked at her, his heart feeling fuller than he’d expected. “Different is right.” He slipped an arm around her, pulling her close. “Guess I’m just lucky to be dating a CEO with a secret soft spot.”

She laughed, leaning her head against his shoulder, content. “And I guess I’m lucky to be with someone who never needed me to be anything but…me.”

As they settled into a comfortable silence, Oscar’s mind was still spinning, pieces clicking into place one by one. He glanced around their beautiful apartment—the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sleek, minimalist design. The place had always felt like an oasis, calm and understated, like Anna herself. But something new was nagging at him now.

“Wait…” He looked down at her, narrowing his eyes. “That’s why you won’t let me pay rent, isn’t it? You said this place was your dad’s, but it’s not, is it?”

She bit her lip, trying not to smile, but the faintest hint of a smirk gave her away. “Well…okay, maybe it wasn’t technically my dad’s. He…may not have anything to do with it.”

“Sweetheart!” he said, laughing as he sat up, staring at her in mock betrayal. “So you’ve just been letting me think I’m staying at this family-owned place when all this time you’re the one paying for it?”

She shrugged, looking at him with playful innocence. “It’s already been paid for. Besides,” she added, her smile widening, “I like the idea of you feeling at home here without any pressure.”

“Oh, no,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m onto you now. You may be this relaxed, low-key CEO, but you’ve secretly been spoiling me this entire time. Admit it!”

She laughed, a bright, carefree sound. “Fine, I admit it—I may have bought this place. Technically. But it’s still your home, too.”

Oscar pulled her close again, marvelling at how effortlessly she balanced everything—her high-powered job, their quiet, easygoing life together, her uncanny ability to make him feel like the luckiest man in the world. “You know what?” he murmured, looking into her eyes. “I don’t care if you own half of Monaco. You’re still my love.”

She grinned, leaning her forehead against his. “Good,” she whispered. “Because you’re stuck with me.”

They stayed like that for a moment, her nestled into him, the quiet warmth of the room settling around them. But Oscar couldn’t resist one more question, the thought gnawing at him.

He tilted her chin up to meet his gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. “Alright, one last thing, Miss CEO.” He paused, eyes twinkling. “Is your net worth bigger than mine?”

She tried to stifle a laugh, her eyes darting away as if avoiding the answer itself. “Oscar…”

He gasped, leaning back in exaggerated shock. “Oh my god, it is, isn’t it? You’ve got me beat!”

“I’m not answering that,” she said, biting back a smile as she pressed her lips together stubbornly.

“You don’t need to,” he replied, grinning even wider. “The silence says it all. Here I thought I was the big shot, and my girlfriend’s out here just quietly sitting on an empire.”

She laughed, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “Well, maybe I just like watching you think you’re the fancy one.”

He pulled her close again, laughing softly. “Alright, fine. But don’t think I won’t bring this up anytime you try to sneak the bill.”

She grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Deal.”

Oscar chuckled, still shaking his head in disbelief. He leaned back, looking up at the ceiling as if he’d just pieced together some incredible mystery. “You know, our kid is going to be spoiled,” he said, the words slipping out with a grin.

He felt her shift beside him, and when he looked down, her expression had softened, her eyes faraway, a little spark of excitement in them. “They won’t,” she murmured, almost to herself. “Humble start, just like we both had.”

“Oh, so you’ll be the strict parent, then?” he teased, arching an eyebrow. “The one laying down the law?”

She laughed, giving him a gentle shove. “So I’m the bad cop?”

“Absolutely. I’m not budging on this.” He grinned, taking her hands in his as he leaned in close. “You’ve been lying to me for four years about practically everything. I think that officially makes you the bad cop in this relationship.”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face was warm, even a little shy. “Fine, I’ll take ‘bad cop’… but only if you’re ready to be the softie who gives in.”

Oscar laughed, wrapping his arms around her, feeling that sense of joy settle in even deeper. “Deal, I was already planning on it” he whispered, his voice full of promise. And as he held her close, he realised he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Oscar pulled her even closer, his hands resting gently on her cheeks as he took in the warmth of her gaze, her face illuminated softly in the low light. The playful edge between them softened into something deeper, and the laughter faded into quiet, shared breath.

Slowly, he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers in a soft, lingering kiss that held all the words they hadn’t said. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, fingers curling there as she melted into him, and for a moment, everything—the teasing, the surprises, the whole world around them—faded away.

the end.

x.

Stuck With You

Summary: you have a new song and need a music video to go with it. You enlist your husband’s help. Corona Chronicles w/ Chris Evans!

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

A/N: Obviously inspired by the song.

Chris held your phone in his hands filming you and he’s got a baby strapped to his chest. The two of you are walking the trails by your shared Massachusetts home. He had suggested it since your newborn baby girl can’t seem to sleep unless she’s moving and you need to send off footage for your song collab that you’re doing with Justin Bieber. Dodger chose to stay home with Scott.

You’re singing the song as you walk backwards. Both of you have an AirPod in with your song playing. Your husband wasn’t happy about the song especially since you were in labor while recording your vocals. He was freaking out and wanting to get you to the hospital ASAP.

“So lock the door/ And throw out the key/ Can't fight this no more,” you sang to your smiling husband. “It's just you and me/ And there's nothing I, nothing I, I can do/ I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you.”

You point your finger at the camera and stopped. You come closer.

“So go ahead and drive me insane/ Baby, run your mouth,” you sang.

You grabbed your phone and flipped it so Chris is in the shot as well.

“I still wouldn't change being stuck with you,” he sang coming closer to you and putting his arm around you.

“Stuck with you, stuck with you,” you sang with your husband. “I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you, baby.”

You faced him and he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. The music continues playing in one ear for the both of you. You part from him and he grins pressing a kiss to his daughter’s head. You stop the video.

“I think that was good,” you said and play the video back.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s due to my amazing camera work,” Chris said.

You loop your arm with Chris’s and start walking.

“You definitely got the steady hands,” you said.

“It’s exactly why we have Charlie,” he said.

You smacked him upside the head and he gasped.

“Sorry, my hand slipped,” you said.

“Little shit. I’d tackle you right now if my baby girl wasn’t in this wrap,” Chris said placing a hand on her tiny head.

You chuckled and rested your head against his bicep looking at your sleeping little girl.

“You know, the world will finally figure out about us,” you said.

“It’s about time! I’m done reading articles about who you might be quarantining with,” Chris said. “I still can’t believe that nobody figured out that you were pregnant.”

“It’s only because I wore your hoodies and sweaters,” you said. “I barely left the house too, babes. This’ll be bigger than Kylie Jenner’s pregnancy.”

“Well, baby, we’ve been hiding a marriage as well as hiding a pregnancy and a baby,” he said holding your hand. “And your fans hate me after I tweeted about one of your songs.”

“If I remember correctly, you tweeted something along the lines of “god, another song. I wonder who it’s written about this time,”” you said.

“And let’s not forget the eye roll emoji was involved too, hun,” Chris added.

You grinned looking up at him and said, “it was the greatest thing I had ever seen. It was pure chaos.”

“Remember when TMZ reported it?” He asked.

You nodded.

“God, they painted me as an asshole,” he laughed. “Some people were trying to petition to have me removed as Captain America. It was in headlines everywhere.”

“That was hilarious especially since nobody knew that the song was about you,” you said.

“And I get another under my belt,” Chris smiled putting his arm around you.

“You pretty much have a whole album, baby,” you said.

“You should name your next one “Chris”,” he said.

You shook your head no and he pouted.

“Your ego will grow and I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it,” you said.

“But, darling,” your husband whined pulling you closer as the two of you cross over a small wooden bridge.

“We’ll see. But I wanna film a bit more,” you said.

“Fine. —We should pull Scott and Dodger in,” Chris suggested.

Don’t leave out any hard of hearing children who come to your door this Halloween, take a minute out of your day to learn a few seasonal asl signs!  These are two different variations of “Happy Halloween” Click here for my source.