Yoongi’s life was amazing, he had to admit. CEO of a rising company, he
had everything : money, the love of his daughter, the love of womens.
He also had to say that his sexual life wasn’t monotone at all, he had
every card in his hands, he controled everything. But one thing that
he couldn’t control was fate, and he quickly realized that when he
understood that the new babysitter was one of his one night stands.
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A/N :I live for this gif. You can leave your feedback or requests here ! Please remember that english isn’t my first language.
Captivated, fascinated, charmed, you couldn’t think of enough words to describe the mixture of feelings crashing over your body. Your body was gasping for air, trying to process everything that was happening, your soul was aching to feel his skin against yours. You hated it, you hated how he had every card in his hands, all the power dripping from his fingers. And he knew it, he knew what he was doing, he knew that the smallest brush from his fingertips on your skin would leave you breathless.
Without knowing anything about your life, he got all of your senses awake, all of you for himself. Your heart was beating, fast, you never expected anything like that from a one night stand. But here you were, gripping the soft and certainly expensive sheet with your fists. He had taken one of your sense, the tie you were gripping on earlier now firmly tied behind you head.
Pressing your thighs together, you asked yourself, what was he doing ? Was he carefully watching you, waiting for you to snap and beg for him to touch you ? Was he enjoying how vulnerable you looked on the hotel bed, your black lingerie hugging your body ? Another though formed in your mind, making you bite your lower lip, was he touching himself ?
Your mind immediatly pictured it, his black jacket on the floor, the first buttons of his white shirt open, revealing his tan skin, where all you wanted to do was leave scratch marks. You portrayed his fingers around his cock, length certainly above average, his pants barely pulled to the middle of his muscular thighs, the boy’s hand moving up and down as he watched you, his cold metal rings contrasting with his hot skin. Your mind drew a picture of his expression, his head to the side, looking at you through his fringe, his pink lips parted as he tries not to moan, pearls of precum leaking from his tip, as pink as his lips.
You licked your lips, your head slightly moving when you heard the sound of fabric, he was getting up. The air was thick, and it grew even ticker and hotter when you felt the matress under the boy’s weight, the sent of his stronge cologne took over your odora, all your nerves on the edge, trying to guess his next move.
You felt his breath ghosting over the skin of your cheek, lips parting. You were panting and he hadn’t touch you, you had to hold back a moan when you though about how hard he was probably going to make you come.
A sigh left your lips when his thumb caressed your lower lip, his hands were the second thing you noticed, his long digits decorated with a few silver rings, his eyes a dark color, promising so many things.
“Yoongi.”, you breathed, the whisper breaking the silent. It slipped out from your lips, and Yoongi tsked, his touch disappearing.
“What were the rules ?”, he asked, his voice deeper and clear, cutting the air.
Even if his tie was blocking your view, you closed your eyes, remembering what he had told you before taking away one of your sense. No talking, no touching.
“No talking.”, you whispered, gripping the sheet a bit thighter in your sweaty hands. Yoongi hummed, the matress shifted as he moved, taking something from the nightstand. From the clinking, it sounded like a glass, the sound soon stopping when he placed it on the console again. You didn’t know how long you’ve been waiting, trying to keep your hands away from your body, but it felt like the beginning of your release when you felt the tip of his nose under your jaw. Your body jolted when you felt the coldness on your skin, and you tried not to curse when you understood that he was using the ice from his champagne.
Your body focused on where he was dragging the ice cube, both his hands placed on each side of your head, his body towering you. It was pure torture, your body aching to touch his skin, your nails digging in your palms as your tried not to tangle your fingers in his dark locks.
But Yoongi was testing your limits, seeing how much you could handle, how submissive you could be, he was drinking in your image, hypnotized with how quickly the ice was melting on your skin, leaving a wet trail.
You couldn’t help it when Yoongi left the ice between your breasts, his soft lips ligtly brushing your skin, his hot breath ghosting over the cold water. Your hips bucked, your legs brushing agaisnt the fabric of his pants.
“You really want me to punish you, don’t you.”, he asked, his hands grabbing your hips to pin them on the matress, your body arched, wishing he would move his hands a bit down. You didn’t respond, not knowing if you should or not, but you soon got the answer as Yoongi grabbed your jaw, “Answer me.”
“No.”, you quickly said, hearing him hum in agreement. You whined when you felt Yoongi move, the heat of his body disappearing. Was he going to let you here, trembling for his touch ? Your eyes widen underneath the fabric blocking your eyes, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, you though.
But all those thoughs vanished when his hand fully made contact with your skin, fingertips caressing from your ankle to your knee, his hand cupping the back of it to hook it on top of his hip. His torso brushed over your chest as he lowered himself, a sigh leaving your mouth when his lips pressed under your jaw. Between your legs, you could feel his boner under the rough fabric of his pants, fighting with yourself, trying not to buck your hips against his.
Instand, you tried to focus on the little satisfactions he was giving you, condensing your attention on his lips leaving kisses down your neck. Your head moved backwards, giving him full access to your skin, which he immediatly took to his advantage, biting on the skin were your neck and shoulder met.
You hissed at the pain, but somehow, your body begged for more, your breath hitching, your chest rising and falling. His lips met the skin of your collarbone, where he started sucking, your hand flying to your mouth to contain a moan.
Your senses were so awake that you felt Yoongi smirk against your skin, placing a single kiss on the mark before leaving your skin.
“Do you want me to take it off ?”, he asked, refering to the tie. You nodded, even if you knew that he wouldn’t simply take it off without asking anything in return.
“Words.”, he harshly said.
“Yes.”, you whispered, biting your lips.
“Be a good girl and I’ll take it off.”, he hummed.
His hand cupped your cheek, your head leaning towards it. “Now tell me what you want.”, he said, his thumb tracing your lips.
“I want to suck your cock.”, you said, bluntly, but visibly, your works affected him, hearing him take a deep breath, his thumb momentarily stopping any movement.
“How can I say no to this.”, he said, regaining his act together. You licked your lips as he softly took your hand, pulling you towards him. Your legs swang out off the bed, your feet feeling the soft carpet.
“Get on your knees for me.”, he asked, still holding your hand as you did so.
“Hands behind your back.”, he instructed, and you held your hands behind your back, hearing the zipper of his jean. A sigh left his lips, he was touching himself, a groan leaving his lips when you opened your mouth.
“You’re so eager.”, he chuckled, “Look at you, ready to suck my cock. You want it, so bad.”
His fingers still wrapped around his cock, he placed his tip on your lower lip, a drop of pre-cum dripping on it. Instinctively, your closed your lips, tongue wrapping around his tip, tasting the salty pre-cum, making you moan around his cock.
Yoongi immediatly took a fistful of your hair, taking control. But in the back of your head, you knew he would at least lose a bit of control, you also knew what you were doing.
After sucking of his tip, you took a deep breath, starting to bob your head. And you were right, his length was definitely above average, wishing you could wrap your hand around what you couldn’t take.
You relaxed your jaw, focussing on Yoongi’s reaction. You couldn’t see his expression, but at least, you could hear him. It started with regular sighs, quickly transforming into heavy breaths, whines and full moans. You couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride, who knew that you could get a man like Yoongi to moan like that under your touch.
His whimpers were making your heart quicken, your panties starting to feel uncomfortable.
Yoongi bucked his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat. The action making you moan around his dick, the vibrations making Yoongi groan. Moans and groans filling the hotel room, he took several deep breaths before talking, “Stop.”, he said, breathless, his hand leaving your hair.
Unwillingly, you opened your mouth, catching your breath. Yoongi was also trying to catch his breath, his fingers grabbed your chin, indicating you to get up, his arm wrapped around your back, leaving a single kiss in the corner of your mouth, teasing you.
His other hand finally grabbed his black tie, taking it off of your eyes. Releaved, you blinked, your eyes immediatly finding Yoongi’s. His eyes were filled with lust, pupils dilated. His lips were parted, red from all the biting and kissing, sweat starting to form.
Yoongi leaned in, capturing your lips, and you quickly kissed back, moaning at his soft lips. He immedialty obtained dominance, his tongue exploring your mouth. Your hand grabbed the fabric of his shirt, but before your could take it off, he detached his lips from yours, eyes hooded, “Get on the bed.”
Quickly climbing on the matress, you leaned your back against the headboard, watching in awe as Yoongi took off his shirt. Button by button, exposing his smooth skin. You wished you could touch his skin, drag your nails along it, kiss every bit of his skin.
But Yoongi had something else in mind, climbing on the bed after throwing the fabric on the floor, sitting at the end of the bed. Cocking your head to the side, you looked at him with a questionning look.
“Touch yourself.”, he asked. And your breath got caught in your throat, biting your lips. Your head was spinning, all you wanted was his touch, his fingers, his tongue or his cock, anything, you needed a release, but if the only way was to touch yourself, you were too desperate to decline.
Your fingers played with the hem of your panties, the other grabbing the sheet, your clit was throbbing, but you wanted to tease Yoongi a litte, seeing that he was also about to touch himself again.
“Spread your legs.”, asked Yoongi, and you did so, shamelessly parting your legs and exposing the wet patch on your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”, gasped Yoongi.
Catching your lower lip between your teeth, you started to rub yourself through the fabric, carefully watching as Yoongi’s hand started to move up and down, his tip as red as his lips.
You couldn’t tease yourself anymore, your fingers sneaking under your panties. A moan tumbled from your lips as the tip of your digits started rubbing circle on your clit, trying to keep your eyes open. Yoongi’s movements immediatly escalated, his hand pumping up and down, his mouth dropping open, a heavy breath escaping.
“How does it feel ?”, asked Yoongi, tongue liking his lips, eyes glued on your movements.
“So good.”, you gasped, rubbing faster, a moan following your words. Spreading your wetness, you allowed two fingers to enter your heat, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.
“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are.”, breathed Yoongi, a groan coming from his lips.
“I wish it was your fingers.”, you confesed, moving your fingers faster. Sweat was starting to form on your forehead, your body burning. A smirk on Yoongi’s face appeared, as his thumb spread his pre-cum on his shaft. “Yeah ?”, he asked, “Only my fingers ?”
“Your tongue, your dick.”, you breathed, unable to form a full sentence, to focused on the pleasure you were receiving. The men moaned, his head dropping backwards.
The knot on your stomach was growing bigger and bigger, and soon, you were feeling your walls tighten around your fingers, your eyes closing.
You felt your Yoongi move in front of you, but you didn’t pay attention, too focused on reaching your release, but suddently, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping your movements.
Your eyes flew open, eyes wide, breath uneven as you stared at Yoongi, feeling the promise of your release fade away. As you were about to talk, Yoongi crashed his lips against yours, soft lips aggressively kissing you.Biting your lower lip, he pulled back, catching your eyes. His eyelids were as heavy as you, lips as swollen as you.
“Fuck, I’m going to wreck you.”, moaned Yoongi, head dropping to the crook of your neck.
Pulling your hand out of your panties,he after got rid of his pants, grabbing a condom from his wallet. You, on the other side, quickly kicked off your panties,letting your back rest on the matress, before Yoongi towered over you. His hand sneaked behind your back, swiftly taking your bra off, tossing it beside the bed.
His lip immediatly wrapped around your nipple, sucking, toying with the other with his fingers. You arched your back, your hand intertwining with his hair, a groan coming from his chest when you tugged at it.
He didn’t seem to care about the rules anymore, the act slowly crumbling down. “Yoongi.”, you moaned, catching his attention. Leaving your nipple, he hummed, before kissing down your neck.
“Please.”, you begged, closing your eyes, you were craving to get your release. By now, you knew that he would ask for words, so you took the matters in your own hands.
“Please, Yoongi, I need you.”
Truth be told, he couldn’t wait any longer either, aligning himself with your entrance after putting a condom on, he waited for your nod to push in. Both hands on each side of your head, eyes closed, he waited before starting to move his hips.
“God, you feel so good around me.”, he cursed, hips rocking back and forth. Head thrown back, you didn’t care about staying at least a bit silente, loud moans filling the room alongside Yoongi’s groans. Quickly, way too quickly, the knot in your stomach started to form again, threatening to release at any moment. But you wanted to last longer, feel his cock slid in and out of you longer, keep the feeling of his skin against yours longer, hear his moans longer.
Yoongi wasn’t going to last either, the feeling of your walls driving him to his edge, he trying to muffle his moans in the crook of your neck.
Heavy breaths right beside your ear, his thrusts were growing slower and deeper, chassing his release. Wrapping your leg around his waist, he started hitting a deeper spot each time, your mouth falling agape.
“Yoongi, I’m gonna cum.”, you warned, a loud cry tumbling from your lips.
His movements immediatly escalated, snapping his hips faster, eager to feel you come around him.
“Cum for me.”, he said through gritted teeth, and you couldn’t hold back any longer, coming around Yoongi. Your mouth fell open, eyes shut, small dots blurring your vision, and Yoongi followed soon after, his loud moan filling the room.
“Daddy !”, screamed the little girl, bouncing around the living room. Her footsteps ehoed through the silent living room, her voice louder as she ran to her father. Yoongi lazily smiled, resting his head on the couch, and he swore to himself, he would never ever party at the end of the week-end again. His muscles were still half asleep, eyelids heavy, all of his thoughs blurried with the lack of sleep.
Rubbing his eyes, he sighed before looking at his watch, the metal shinning under the cold rays of the morning sunlight.
She should be here in 5 minutes, if she wasn’t the late type of person.
The little girl climbed the couch, sitting on her father’s lap, grabbing his wrist to inspect the strange object.
He was waiting for his new babysitter, he couldn’t bring his daughter to work anymore. Sure, he was the boss and all, but he liked to keep things professional and clean, and having a crying child in his arms during an important meeting wasn’t the definition of those two words.
He wasn’t used to let his daughter alone, he knew that he was only leaving her with a babysitter for a few hours and not for days but he still felt strange. Now, he was used to dress his daughter, bring her to work, where his employees were fond of her. He was used to having her around his office, and he didn’t know if the place would be too silent for him without her.
On the other hand, the little girl didn’t care at all, she didn’t seem to be too sad about letting her father go to work without her. Maybe she was more excited to meet a new person, even if it was another adult and not someone of her age.
Finally, someone rang at the door, and Yoongi quickly got up, taking the little girl in his arms. Quickly, he reached the white door, she was just in time but he had just a few minutes before being late to work, which, again, wasn’t really important since he was the boss.
Kissing his daughter on the cheek, he opened the door, his eyes not leaving the expression of his giggling daughter. But eventually, she turned her attention to the person waiting at the door, her father following her gaze.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Becca Barnes (3 yrs old)
Warning: Cuteness // Fluffiness
Prompts: “Free Willy keep it in the tub.” - “Is that my shirt?” This was for @atari-writes I hope you enjoy and thank you for the Bucky love!!
“Bath time Becca!” Buck calls down the hall, a devilish
giggle echoes back at him. “Becca.” Buck chuckles as his daughter giggles once
more. “I will find you.” He chuckles setting down the princess towel in his
“Hehehe.” Becca laughs, as Buck stoops low and starts down
the hallway, looking for his daughter.
The first-time Bucky tries to touch your stomach, Natasha
attacks him and Thor puts him in a restrictive hold. It had been innocent, just
Bucky wanting to feel the baby kick, and suddenly your two self-appointed
protectors are flying across the room and restraining him.
“Oh my God!” you yelp, “Tasha! Thor! Stop it! Let him go!”
Neither of them listen to you, and Natasha starts growling at Bucky in Russian,
Steve runs into the room, and lets out a put-upon sigh when
he sees Tasha and Thor. “Guys, let him go”
“He hurt her once, I won’t let him hurt her again” Tasha
snarled, but she slowly let him go.
Thor released Bucky once Natasha had. The god still glared
at Bucky, but he stepped out of the room at Steve’s insistence.
“Ow” Bucky groaned sitting up from his position on the
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine. Just have a few new bruises”
“Help me up and we can go to my room. You can feel our son
kick there, hopefully no one will attack you when we’re there.”
Bucky smiles and gently pulls you up from the couch. Two
weeks after Bucky had found everyone in Ireland, you had decided to move back
to New York. You didn’t have to hide from Bucky anymore so there was no point
to be out of the country. The two of you head to the elevator and JARVIS takes
you up to your floor.
Once you close the door to your floor, Bucky turns to look
at you, hope in his eyes, “I can really touch you?”
You smile softly, “Yes you can.” Ever since he had been
back, you had barely let Bucky touch you. At first it had been because you were
skeptical, you didn’t quite believe his story about Rumlow and Hydra. You
didn’t believe him until he showed you the files and the plans that Hydra had
for you and your son. Hydra had used one of their undercover nurses to find out
about the pregnancy, Bucky had taken care of her, and they had intended to use
your breakup with Bucky to bring you back to Hydra.
Bucky gently nudged you backwards until your legs nudge
against the bed, then he helps you up onto it. Bucky arranges you so you were
laying on your back and supported by a bunch of pillows.
His hands hover over the hem of your t-shirt, which is
really his shirt, he looks up at you with big, desperate grey eyes, “Can I …”
You pull up your shirt and tug your yoga pants down slightly,
exposing your stomach in its entirety. Bucky’s fingers tremble as he brushed
them gently along our stomach. You were lucky, there weren’t very many
stretchmarks on you, and you made sure that your skin stayed silky soft. Bucky let out a soft sob when you took one of his hands and pressed it flat to
your stomach. After a moment, the baby kicked, right where his hand was.
“The baby just kicked me!” He gasped, eyes wide with
“Yeah babe, he did”
Bucky leaned down and pressed a kiss just below your belly
button, nuzzling closer when the baby began to nudge him again. Suddenly Bucky
looked up at you with tear filled eyes, “I so sorry I haven’t been there for
you” he sobbed, “I missed so much, I missed you
“Come here, baby”
Bucky crawled up the bed and tucked himself tightly against
your back, a pillow supporting your stomach. You lace your fingers with his and
lay your hands over your stomach.
You can feel Bucky nizzle the back of your neck, laying
quietly with you for a while. After about an hour he sits up, “Doll, I gotta
tell you something” he pulls you up into a sitting position
“What is it?”
“I need you to stand up for a minute”
You heave yourself onto your feet. Bucky drops down onto one
knee, and hesitantly reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small black box.
You gasp, your eyes widening, one hand rising to cover your mouth. “Buck, is
“Just give me a minute” He takes a deep breath. “I know that
I’m a major fuck up, that I can never seem to do the right thing when it comes
to you. But, I love you with everything I have. I love you with all my soul,
and I love our child even though they aren’t even here yet. I know that I’ve
done horrible things, and that I can never escape that, but you make me better.
You make me whole. Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
You gasp, “Yes! Oh, my God, Bucky, yes!”
With a delighted laugh, he slides the ring onto your finger
and wraps you with a tight hug. You laugh when he spins you around, he’s strong
enough to lift you even with your added weight. Suddenly you feel a warm, wet
sensation in your pants.
“What is it, doll?” Bucky sets you down, still grinning. His
smile immediately falls when he sees your concerned face
“My water just broke” you whisper
“What? Speak up, I can’t hear you”
“My water just broke, Buck. The baby’s coming”
Natasha has been
alerted, and Bruce is on his way. James, if you would kindly sit Y/N in a chair
and breath, sir. It would be most unfortunate for you to faint
“I’m calm, I’m calm” Bucky rushes. He quickly scoops you up
and gently sets you down in a chair, gripping your hand with his.
Tasha is the first one to get to the room, “Y/N, where is
“In the closet.” You gasp as you feel your first
contraction. It isn’t the worst pain you have ever felt, not yet, but you can
tell that eventually when they come closer together it’s going to feel like
Tasha pulls the blanket and sheet back, laying out a
waterproof cover onto the bed. She then lays down another sheet and several
towels. You were going to give birth in the tower, Tony and Bruce had the most
advanced technology in America, and since Bruce was technically a doctor he had
agreed to help you. Soon everyone was gathered in the room, Bruce wheeling in
an IV pole, and Tony bringing in a heart monitoring system for you and the
Bucky gently smooths your hair out of your face, “How ya
doin’, doll?” he whispered
You chuckle, “As well as I can be right now”
“Barnes, help Y/N onto the bed, she needs to get into her
gown. Everyone but James, turn around” Tasha snaps
Bucky helps you strip down and get into a nightgown. As soon
as you put your hand onto the bed you feel another contraction squeeze through
Bruce quickly put on a pair of gloves, “Your contraction are
7 minutes apart, Y/N. That’s a little close, I’d like to check and see how
dilated you are.”
You nod quietly and finish getting onto the bed. Bruce is
quick at checking your dilation, “You’re 5 almost 6 centimeters dilated. Your
labor is progressing rapidly, but you need to be at least 10 centimeters before
you start pushing.”
“It’s probably the serum speeding everything up” Steve says,
sitting down beside Bucky.
You nod quietly and try to relax into the sheets. Thor and
Tasha sit on the other side of the bed, Clint and Tony taking seats at the end,
and Bruce rechecks all his supplies.
“I need to move; I need to kneel” you whimper after about 30
minutes of labor
Bucky helps you into a kneeling position, crouching in front
of you, allowing you to support yourself on his shoulders. Bruce checks your
dilation again, “9 centimeters, Y/N. Just a little while longer and you can
You rest your hands on the bed so you are on your hands and
knees and gently rock yourself back and forth. Tasha puts your hair up into a
bun, and Thor grabs some ice for you to chew on.
“I need to push” you gasp out 20 minutes later
Bruce quickly puts on a fresh set of gloves and checks you
one last time. “Alright, you’re fully dilated, you can push on the next
You raise yourself up and grab onto Bucky’s shoulders,
spreading your knees a bit wider. At your next contraction, you start to push,
letting out a sob as you bear down as hard as you can. You keep pushing until
the contraction fades and even then, you give tiny little pushes, ready to meet
your child. You had decided to keep the gender a surprise, but you had a
feeling that you were going to have a son.
You have only been pushing for about 15 minutes when Bruce
spoke up, “The baby’s beginning to crown, if you reach down now you can feel
You do as Bruce suggests, releasing one of Bucky’s shoulder
and reaching down to feel your baby, you let out a chocked sob when your
fingers come in contact with hair.
“You’re doing so good, doll, so good. I’m so proud of you”
Bucky whispers, kissing your forehead.
At the next contraction, you push even harder, crying out
when the baby’s head is free from your body.
“Don’t push, Y/N. Bruce has to get the fluid out of the
baby’s lungs” Tasha whispers, quickly handing Bruce another towel.
You nod quietly, trembling as you resist the urge to push.
Once he baby’s lungs were clear, you were given permission to push again. The
baby’s shoulders were quick to deliver and once the shoulders were clear, you
quickly reached down to catch the baby as the rest of it slid out.
“Alright, Y/N, swing your leg up and roll onto your back,
you have to deliver the placenta”
You obey quickly, Bucky helping you keep your balance when
you refuse to let go of your baby. Once you are on your back, Bruce hands Bucky
a towel to wipe off the blood. You quickly glance at the baby and gasp when you
see that your baby is a little boy.
“Bucky” you whisper frantically, “We have a son, Buck, we
have a little boy! Guys, you have a nephew!”
Tony and Thor shout with joy, clamoring to get a peek at the
You stifle a giggle and glance over at Steve, “Looks like
you’re a grandpa, Steve!”
Steve lets out an indignant sound, “No way! I’m the same age
as the kids’ dad! I’m gonna be the best uncle ever! If anything, Thor would be
the grandpa, he’s over a thousand years old!”
Thor lets out a booming laugh, “Ay, I am”
You chuckle, “Alright, alright. Everyone can be aunts and
uncles, if anything Phil or Nick can be the grandpa”
Tony lets out a roar of laughter, “That’ll be the day! Grandpa
Bruce smiles, “I think that the baby needs a bath, and you,
Y/N need a shower. Tasha and I will give the baby a bath, Clint and Tony can
clean up, and Bucky you will help get your fiancé clean … oh! And think of a
name of the little guy!”
You look up at Bucky, reluctantly handing over your baby,
and heading toward the bathroom, “Have you thought of any names?”
“Umm, Richard? No, then his nickname would be Dick, not
“How about Christopher?”
“Yeah, Christopher, I like that. What about his middle
Bucky blushes, “Can his middle name be Steven?”
“Yeah, I think that’s a fitting name” You start rinsing off,
“You know Steve’s gonna cry when he finds out the name”
“I’m looking forward to seeing the bastard cry” Bucky chuckled,
”So his first name is Christopher and his middle name is Steven”
“Yeah,” you whisper, “Christopher Steven Barnes”
“I love it, and I love you” Bucky whispered, leaning in to
give you a kiss.
You kiss him back, “I’m all clean, now we need to get out so
I can get back to our baby, and so we can tell everyone his name”
Once you and Jason finish drying off, you walk back out into
the bedroom. Tasha was holding her nephew, whispering Russian endearments to
him. You walk over and scoop the baby up, nuzzling his cheek, “I’m going to
feed him, can’t have the little prince go hungry!”
Everyone gather back into the room as you settled down.
Tasha once again perching on the side of the bed, “What’s his name?”
You glance over at Steve, “Christopher Steven Barnes. Chris
Thor grinned, “A fine name for a prince! A mighty name for a
Steve stands there, his mouth open in shock, “Did you … did
“Yeah, Cap, we named him after you, thought he might get
some of your good luck and old fashion charm”
Steve sniffles and tries to hold back his tears, “I’m … so
Bucky pulls Steve into a hug, “You’re my best friend, of
course I’m gonna name my first son after you”
Steve grins, “We’re gonna call in some food, do you want
Bucky chuckles, “What the lady said. Y/N and I’ll stay here
with Chris for now. JARVIS will let us know when the food gets here”
Everyone files out of the room quietly so you and Bucky are
left alone. You glance over at Bucky, who climb into the bed beside you. You
look up at your new fiancé, and then down at your son. All of the people you
love are in the next room. You couldn’t think of a better way to bring a child
into the word, so loves and so full of potential. Everyone who matters is here,
everyone has come home.
I wrote the birth scene as
well as I could. I have never had a baby, but I have witnessed several being
this ends the Gone series. If anyone has any ideas for another series I can
write please message me! I need some ideas! Just send them to my inbox!
Summary: Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader
Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone for all your love, comments, reblogs, messages, etc related to this series. This one holds a special place in my heart. Grab your tissues, this is a long, emotional ride.
White noise. Every direction he spun, his ears burning with noise. Voices floating in from every direction, pieces of conversations, ambient laughter from nowhere. Every direction, the swarm of noise like bees in his ear, accompanied by the dull undertone, the rhythmic thud of the music playing from- where?
He was pushing his way through it, gritting his teeth so hard there was a headache forming at his temples. Each step carried him deeper into the cesspool, further into the muffled noise as he wove between bodies in search of somewhere quiet.
As if the sound wasn’t bad enough, the sights had Bucky’s head spinning. Satin and lace dresses in milk white and crimson red, tuxedos to match, bodies pressed tightly together with so little room that each breath he took caused Bucky to bump into them. He couldn’t see where one woman ended and another began, all of them herded on the dancefloor like zebras. Animals at the watering hole.
a/n: idk how i feel about this. hope you enjoy, though, and don’t mind the shit backstory. i love the caps
it all started two years ago when you got lost in ACC after the leafs had beaten your beloved caps in game three of the playoffs and taken a lead in the conference final series. you’d wandered around in your signed nicklas backstrom jersey with your phone battery slowly draining until you ran into someone who you hoped would give you directions to the public area so you could leave and mourn the loss comfortably in your hotel.
OK, I SWEAR TO THE LORT that someone posted about a Marvey/Beauty and the beast crossover thingy on @parabatez about a library and I wrote this for that, but I cannot find the post, so if it was someone else, or you know what I’m talking about, please let me know so I can credit appropriately!
Anyway. Here’s the shmoopiest hurt/comfort fluff.
Mike checks his phone for the fifth time in twelve minutes.
”Come on, dude, it’s eleven o’clock. PM, you douchebag!”
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“You told me to ‘go the fuck away.’ You don’t get to be pissy now, princess.”</i>
“I am your goddamn boss. I will be however the fuck I want. This is as much your case as it is mine, and you’re the one who screwed the pooch, so you get your uppity little ass to my condo with those notes or you won’t have a job to come back to.”
Mike breathes deeply. “I’ll be over in thirty.”
It hadn’t even been that much of a fuck up. He’d get the signature. He just hadn’t gotten it today. Harvey’s been avoiding him so much he hadn’t managed to mentioned they were on a timeline. How was Mike supposed to know?
It’s not the kind of neighborhood where people sit on doorsteps, but Mike’s feeling salty about being chewed out, threatened, and then stood up on a Friday night, interrupting a standing date with his ratty couch and a six pack of shitty beer, so he plunks down on the edge of one of the giant pots holding the plants that guard the building’s entrance with a huff, which is when a rough voice says, “Get your goddamn ass off my planter.”
Halfway through, “Technically it’s not your planter,” Mike chokes. “Oh my god, what happened?”
Harvey sneers. “I tripped.”
“…In front of a bus?”
“You just threatened me into coming over!”
“Kind of obvious plans have changed,” he grits, struggling to dig his keys out of his pocket while holding his ribs together with the other arm.
“Here.” Mike jumps up. “Let me.” Harvey jerks away from him, but jars something in the process, badly enough that Mike doesn’t even have to be quick about reaching into his coat and withdrawing the keycard. “After you, princess.”
Mike’s pretty sure he’s not invited in after Harvey. He goes anyway.
The front desk guy is nodding off so Mike flashes him a smile and steps forward, blocking his groggy view as Harvey limps to the elevator. Pissed as he is, Mike’s not about to leave Harvey alone.
The black sky was hovering above Kattegat which revealed the moon and millions of small stars. People walked inside the great hall to enjoy the celebrations of Björn’s successful raid. All the brothers were inside with Lagertha, Astrid and their beloved. However the youngest of Ragnar’s sons were’t there.
Ivar Lothbrok sat outside a smaller hut a few feet from the great hall. He could hear the sound from laughter and drunken people as his eyes rested on the hut with a faint light inside. He crawled closer to the hut to his usual see through crack in the wall.
Ivar’s eyes watered around as he tried to find her inside. Soon his eyes landed on the familiar smaller frame. Her back was facing him as he saw her braid her hair in a simple dress. When her hair was finished she turned around and walked towards her bed. Another dress had been gently placed on the bed to prevent any wrinkles.
The son of Ragnar eyes widen when he saw her slow remove her dress she currently wore. She pulled her arms out from the sleeves of the dress. Ivar licked his lips as he saw her naked chest. Her breasts flashed for him to enjoy in secret. Soon the rest of the dress fell to the ground and Ivar’s mouth hung agape.
The faint warm light from the fire made her skin glow. It almost looked like gold covering her body. Ivar bit his lips as he tried to prevent a moan from leaving his throat. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her naked body. His eyes followed every move she made.
Soon her body was covered again with the grey dress. Ivar wanted nothing more than to yell at her to keep it off. Her body looked to great to be covered. If she was his, Ivar would make sure her body got all the love it deserved. He would leave kissed all over her body as he would enjoy every centimeter of her body.
Went to my favorite shop Original Botanica, located in the Bronx, NY. This place caters mostly to the Hispanic and Caribbean population that practice Hoodoo and Santeria. If this aren’t your practices, you can still find almost anything here. I got some candles, a black cat candle (which is not pictured), oils, a green pouch, and a bottle of Florida Water for 17 bucks. I even found oakmoss oil for stagkingswife, which I wasn’t sure they would have.
Korrasami was censored. We ascertained this fact fairly quickly, given the lack of a kiss between the two women at the show’s end. It’s easy to get frustrated, but there is a distinct reason that there were limits on what could be openly shown in terms of Korrasami: LOK needed to be able to air in countries with heavy restrictions (namely China and Russia, two big/necessary markets) where explicit depiction of a romance between two women could be illegal (especially given LOK’s status as a “kid’s" show).
Knowing there was this inherent constraint…that certain moments/scenes simply could not exist, it is wise for us to look past the presented, explicit narrative and seek the implied. Bryke were restricted in their telling of Korra and Asami’s story. So they did what they could to help us out: they included mountains of subtext.
Thanks to a recent conversation with queertoonqueerstoons, I began to view the airship that Korra and Asami commandeer in the desert as an intentional a symbol in and of itself. The airship may likely have been a conscious effort on Bryke’s part evoke our “shipping” culture, and to suggest to the fandom that their romantic relationship had begun. What we are shown are the two women struggling to build a ship any way they can to escape the Earth Kingdom’s clutches, which in this particular case takes the form of a crew of all men led by a quasi-sexist captain. What does it mean? That this is the moment in time the S.S. Korrasami actually set sail…back in Book 3 Episode 10, Long Live the Earth Queen.
“This ship isn’t going anywhere. And neither are you.”