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— what i will write.
dark themes ; non-con, dub-con, stalking || ddlg, mdlb || smut, fluff, angst. || au’s ; dilf, milf, dads best friend, neighbor, pornstar, librarian, roommate, professor, etc.
— what i won’t write.
underaged smut (also in general, i do not write for any underaged characters/reader.) || pedophilia || incest || mental abuse || physical abuse || sexual abuse
— who i write for.
marvel cinematic universe ; steve rogers, bucky barnes, sam wilson, natasha romanoff, yelena belova, wanda maximoff || criminal minds ; emily prentiss, spencer reid || the walking dead ; negan smith, rick grimes || chris evans + co ; andy barber, ransom drysdale || tom holland || harry styles
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the bodyguard | part 4
pairings: bodyguard!bucky barnes x chief of staff!female reader
summary: part 4 | the day off | things seem to be picking up between you and your bodyguard. you laid in bed all night replaying him calling you by your first name along with that sly smile. the next morning you were ready for a new day with your bodyguard.
warnings: angsty, mentions of violence, james pushes someone up against a wall :/, kinda fluffy, possible first kiss!!!, more build-up, I promise we are getting there. I PROMISE.
You spring out of bed and quickly get ready. You’re more upbeat than normal. You can’t help but think it’s because last night you laid in bed and replayed James calling you by your first name accompanied with that sly smile…over and over.
You tell yourself it’s just a little crush, what could hurt? You have been with one person for the past six years. You haven’t gone out on a date for months.
Christ, it feels like you haven’t even flirted in years. You have this feeling of butterflies in your stomach at the thought of seeing James, even though it made you feel like a teenage girl you kinda enjoyed it. It’s Saturday so you dress casual as you only need to be at the office for a few hours. Before you reach the door you selfishly hope that James brought you a coffee again. You open it and are met with an unfamiliar face.
“Good morning, Miss. I'm Agent Casper, I'll be accompanying you today.” He smiles.
You stare at this person unsure what to think. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his badge to prove he isn’t lying.
“Where is Agent Barnes?” You ask.
“It’s his day off, ma’am.”
Day off? Your bodyguard can take a day off?
You are still uncertain what to think about this individual so you take off down the hallway towards where James is supposedly staying.
You abruptly knock on the door and within seconds, the door creeps open and a sleepy James is behind it.
“Casper, what the fuck?” He wipes his eyes and looks up to realize it’s you.
You smirk at the sound of ‘fuck’ leaving his lips. His raspy sleepy voice mixed with the Brooklyn accent, makes it become your favorite word all over again.
“Oh-um. Ma’am.” He clears his throat and steps in front of the door.
Your eyes wander down as you realize his black t-shirt is barely covering his boxers, you stare at his toned bare legs and instantly have to control your thoughts.
“Hi.” You say looking back up to him.
“Are you alright, ma’am?”
Back on the ma’am bullshit, you see.
Probably because the other agent is around and he has to keep up his professional persona. Annoying.
“Why didn’t you tell me today was your day off?” You ask.
“Oh, well, it was in your briefing from Jim. I assumed the Chief of Staff would read all the memos given to her.” His sarcastic response prompts a chuckle from you.
“Interesting. Enjoy your day off. Apologies.” You smile.
“Are you sure, ma’am? I can get ready.” He says, your heart flutters at the thought of him giving up a day off at your request.
“No need, Barnes. Casper seems like he can do the job.” You wink at him before walking off.
Though it’s Saturday everyone usually comes in for a few hours to catch up on all the things that were neglected during the week. You asked your assistant to let you know once Josh was in because you need to discuss his little habit of not listening to you.
“He’s in, do you want me to call him?” She announces over the phone intercom.
“No, I will surprise him. Thanks.” You respond with an evil smirk.
“Oh Jooooosh,” you yell as you walk down the hallway to your deputy’s office.
You hear the shuffling of papers on his desk as you round the corner and stand in the doorway. You lean against it and give a wide smile.
“Hi.” He smiles. He knows you’re here to yell at him. He’s prepared himself. You slowly walk into his office and walk around a bit before sitting down.
“Josh. My man. My friend. How are you?” Your sarcastic tone rings throughout his office.
“I am great, boss. How are you?” He responds back. Josh and you can always go head to head. You enjoy these moments.
“You know, Josh. I would be better if my deputy wouldn’t run his mouth all over town.” You narrow your gaze.
He sighs in defeat.
“I’m sor --“ he begins.
“Josh. I know Walker is your best friend but you don’t have to tell him everything. Especially about me.”
“We are worried about you. He has a right to know.” He attempts to explain himself.
“He lost that right a few years ago.” You state.
“I’m sorry. I am. He cares about you, you know.” He says.
You nod your head and sit there and talk with Josh for a few minutes. Josh notices that Agent Casper is outside of his doorway and he chuckles.
“He really does follow you everywhere, huh.”
You roll your eyes and stand up.
“That’s not even the main one.” You roll your eyes and stand up to walk out.
“I figured as much, Walker said you had a thing for him. That one doesn’t look like your type.” He retorts and you spin around, your eyes wide.
“Excuse me?” You state and Josh quickly realizes he overstepped but he doesn’t care.
“I mean, you have a type, you know, men you can't have.” He chuckles.
“Shut up.” You raise your hands to stop him.
“You know I am right,” he smiles.
“Get the fuck back to work.” You demand as you walk out of his office.
You finish up a few hours later than expected but still enough time to allow you to enjoy a lazy Saturday night.
Casper checks your apartment and lets you inside, you watch as he walks down to James’s apartment and knocks once, and then enters.
You stand out there for a few seconds, hoping for some reason James would pop out and say hello or something.
But he doesn’t.
You go inside and sulk for a few minutes, who would've thought only seeing James for 5 minutes would make you so... sad.
You eventually get over yourself and order some pizza. While waiting you open your fridge to see a beautiful six-pack of beer you were saving for this moment. You flip on the tv and find the baseball game and sit down.
You let out a content sigh as you secretly live for these Saturday nights alone. 30 minutes or so pass and you hear a knock on the door. You jump up and find your wallet as you walk to the door you hear a man yelling.
You open it to find James has shoved the pizza guy against the wall and is frisking him.
“James, what the hell?” You ask
“Hey, man, get off!” The pizza guy who is pushed up against the wall attempts to push James off.
“Stay inside, Y/N.” James demands.
“James — it’s the pizza guy. I just ordered pizza. Let him go.” You try to explain.
He quickly lets up his grip and the pizza guy stands back, his face is red and he is confused and shocked. James steps back and fixes his shirt. You notice that his jaw is clenched and you can see the veins in his forehead. Without thinking you step out and grab ahold of his arm,
“It’s okay, James,” you whisper.
His body immediately relaxes with your touch and you notice this. He looks at you and you offer a smile. You then turn towards the delivery kid and pull out a large bill and hand it to him.
“Keep the change, I’m sorry.” You explain but he lights up when he notices how large his tip is and takes off running down the hallway.
You notice your pizza is laying on the floor and you laugh as you open it to see it remand in perfect condition. You stand back up and James is leaning against the wall. His jaw is still clenched. He is breathing somewhat heavily and you step towards him again.
“James, it’s okay, I’m alright and my pizza is still in perfect condition.” You laugh trying to lighten the mood.
“Christ. Next time, tell me when you’re ordering food. We have to check people. I have to do my fucking job, Y/N! Do you realize how easily you could’ve been hurt just now? Fuck!” He yells.
This is the first time he’s raised his voice at you. Normally if a man, well if anyone, spoke to you this way you would enter into defense mode and yell back. For some reason, James yelling at you made you upset.
You step back and sigh.
“I’m -- I’m sorry. I didn’t think.” You mutter.
He looks up at you, shocked you didn’t respond with a sarcastic comment or fight him on trying to do his job. He sighs and steps into you, forcing you back against your door. Your body tenses as you catch your breath. He is so close to you, you can smell him. His scent is unique. You’d like to bottle it up and keep it with you forever.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean — I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just have to protect you, okay? I have to keep you safe.” He practically whispers.
You’re so overwhelmed with his scent and the fact he is so close you can make out more of his gorgeous features, all you can do is nod in response. You both stand there in silence for a few seconds.
“So are you on the clock I’m assuming?” You finally say.
“No — I just heard someone knocking and looked out to see him. Casper must’ve checked him at the front but no one told me.”
You laugh as you realize he completely overreacted just now, he slammed a poor pizza guy against a wall for nothing.
“Well if you’re off the clock, you can join me for pizza and beer, then.” You smile and pull him inside.
“Uh — I probably shouldn’t” He begins once you’ve pulled him inside.
You watch as his glances around your apartment as if he hasn’t been in here several times before.
“Shush. It’s free beer and pizza. What else are you doing?” You ask as you walk off towards the kitchen to grab plates and some beers.
“It’s just — I shouldn’t hang out with the protectee. It’s against protocol.” He follows you.
“For who?” You ask, spinning around cocking your head at him.
“Uh, the secret service.”
“Well good thing you don’t really work for them, huh. You’re just the hired bodyguard.” You smirk and hand him a beer.
He chuckles as he takes the beer and pops it open. You step back to take him in.
This is a sight you could get used to. James. In your kitchen wearing normal people clothes which is a first. He’s wearing a loose-fitting gray t-shirt and jeans.
You enjoy his bodyguard attire as it involves him in a suit, but wow who knew a guy could look so good in a gray t-shirt?
You lead him back to your couch and plop down, patting the cushion beside you. He’s hesitant at first but eventually gives in. You slap a slice of pizza on his plate and he whispers a “thank you” and you watch as he takes a slice of pizza and folds it up like a taco. This makes you laugh.
“What?” He asks.
“I love seeing people eat pizza. You can tell what type of person they are.” You respond and walk towards your living room.
“What type of person am I then?” He asks as he leans back into your couch, throwing one arm behind your head.
“Can’t tell you that. Then I’d have to kill you.” You smile.
He chuckles at that response.
“I’d like to see you try” he whispers to himself.
“Oh I wouldn’t kill you, I’d just have someone do it.”
He looks at you and smirks not aware you heard his comment.
You two sit there and eat more pizza and drink a few more beers. The only talking that goes on is the announcers of the game. You eventually lean up and place your plate on the coffee table and fall back into the couch. You feel yourself gravitate towards James and your leg brushes up against his.
He coughs slightly and leans up to place his drink on the coffee table.
“I should probably go…” he says as he stands up.
“No wait.” You say as you stand up and are face to face with him. This is the closest you two have been since the other night when he held your drunken self up.
You smell his scent as you did earlier and you feel yourself glance down to his lips. You watch as the breath catches in his throat and now it’s his turn as his eyes glance down to your lips.
You two stand there staring at each other for a few more seconds before you slightly lean in. He follows your lead and as your lips are millimeters apart his phone starts to ring. He quickly pulls away from you and you let out a silent sigh.
“Barnes.” He answers
“What? Are you fucking serious? When?” His tone changes in a second.
You turn and give him a worried look.
“OK. I’ll get her. We are leaving.”
He shoves his phone into his pocket and looks at you, his jaw is clenched, you’ve picked up that this isn’t normally a good sign.
“Jame — “ you begin to speak.
“We have to go.”
“Why? What’s going —“ you shake your head.
“Pack a bag of clothes that can last you the rest of the weekend. Someone will come back for your other stuff.” He cuts you off.
He notices your wide eyes and how scared you’re beginning to look, he grabs ahold of your hand.
“Y/N, please. Please just trust me.” He whispers as he squeezes your hand and you silently nod before jumping off the couch and packing a small bag.
a/n: !!!!!!!!!!!! MY GOD come on!!!!! hope you enjoyed <3 hehehe
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okay, bucky is the ultimate Boyfriend Material.
he’s be the most romantic boyfriend ever omg!!
bucky is shy, introverted and such a nerd, bless him 😭
when you have trouble sleeping he reads for you, and it always works because he plays with your hair as he lulls you to sleep with his soothing voice.
lots of cuddling (he’s the little spoon 75% of the time).
tip of the nose kisses, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, hand kisses...
also, neck kisses, but those are reserved for intimate times ;)
bucky calls you “sweetheart” or a fun version of your name and you call him “buck” or “bucket” just to piss him off.
he learns new cooking recipes to do a fun date night every once in a while.
speaking of date nights, bucky always finds time to be with you. he loves to plan date nights; sometimes you both go to a nice restaurant, but he still likes to do date night at home, do the cooking and hang out with you.
bucky feels so comfortable around you. he doesn’t feel the need to hide any part of himself.
he’s the most gentle around you, like, he treats you like you’re made of glass (except when he’s fucking you).
you’re the only one capable of actually handling him. you ask him to be more patient and he’s all grumpy, but will do it just because you asked him to.
he’s so whipped oh my god 😩
sometimes he takes you to a bakery to have an early breakfast and it’s quiet but so wholesome and wonderful!
bucky is always touching you: if he’s not holding your hand, he has an arm around your shoulders or his pinky is interlocked with yours.
he introduces you to sam because he’s bucky’s closest thing to family, so it’s important that you and sam get along, which you do and bucky is super happy about it! <3
now, when it comes to sex, bucky loves to experiment with you.
of course, he asks what are your limits and you agree on a safeword just in case.
the sound of skin against skin, moans and grunts mix with the muffled atmosphere of the bathroom because of a hot shower. leaning on the glass wall, you feel bucky slip in and out of you with agility and virility. his metal arm holds your body in place, and his other hand circles your clit, eliciting moans of pure pleasure and approval and words of the lowest slang. “fuck- fucking hell-” he grunts as he keeps fucking you against the glass wall. “yes! i’m so close!” you gasp, leaning back on his shoulder. he speeds up the thrusts and you both come together for the second time that evening.
he loves to have his way with you and you love it. you love to see marks on your body, you wear them with pride. bucky wasn’t so thrilled when he saw them for the first time, but after lots of convincing, he kept it rough.
but like, he’s also super soft and sometimes the mood is for sensual lovemaking. he goes full romantic: candles, kisses, hand holding, eye contact and a bath afterwards.
he always goes soft after being rough. he washes your hair and rubs your back and waits for you to fall asleep.
he loves you and he’s so grateful that he’s finally found someone that accepts him for who he is 🥺
bucky: you're the love of my life and my best friend. i would do anything for you
y/n: i want you to have a decent sleep schedule and eat three meals a day
bucky: absolutely not.
Wow I can't believe I got the leak for Captain America 4
me sitting here and reading all of your super sweet and amazing comments on my fanfic
Of Dog Dads and Meet Cutes
Steve Rogers brought home the wrong dog.
It was an honest mistake! The yellow lab cheerfully gnawing on the leg of his couch is identical to his own dog, he’d swear it on anything; the cute star patterned collar he’s wearing is even the same, although this one is in red, not the understated navy Steve spent two hours stressing over picking a few months back. He lost sight of Cosmo for thirty seconds at the dog park this afternoon when he went streaking after a tiny pack of neighborhood dogs and apparently found Major in his place. At least Major’s got a number on the back of his tag — Steve’s just praying Major’s owner took Cosmo home and that they can resolve this little mix-up as peacefully and painlessly as possible.
When he does meet up with Bucky Barnes, Major’s strikingly good-looking owner who (thank god) does indeed have Cosmo trotting dutifully at his side, Steve thinks it’s lucky he’s already got Bucky’s number, because he’s definitely too tongue-tied to ask for it in person…
Square Filled: G1 - Pets
I've shipped these two for years and I have yet to see any fics or art of them 😂 I don't even think these two have a ship name. Brant? Bunt? Grucky? Wacky?
Anyone else ship them or is it just me?
Resilient x OC
"Where's my brother?!" I said slamming my hands down on Furys desk.
"Well Agent Wilson seeing as I'm the one in charge I suggest you watch your tone with me. As for your question, that's classified."Fury said back in that Oh so casual yet firm tone he always uses.
"Seriously?! I'd watch my tone if I didn't spend years looking for him after he stopped calling & writing and vanished into a system you supposedly know everything about, Fury!" I yelled angrily pacing around the room.
"How did you even find out about this mission, Wilson?" Fury asked as he looked at me with his one eye and his hands behind his back.
I came to a stop and sarcastically said,"I'm sorry Sir, but that's classified."
"I'm going to guess Agent Barton."
"Romanoff actually but I can definitely see why you thought it was Barton." I said as I started to pace again.
"Enough with the chit chat Nick, I'm going on this mission so brief me." I sternly turning towards him.
"Alright, I know I can't fight you on this one. We don't have much. All we know is he disappeared somewhere around 1979, went under a different name, we don't know if he was running or hiding. When we suspected it was him we had a few agents tag him for a couple days. We've heard from sources that he was in contact and suddenly picked up by a man named Agent Smith, working for a secret company that we frankly don't know much about."
Fury pulls out piece of paper with brail. "The last coordinates we got from a source lead to the middle of no where."
"But you know there's something there ?" I asked as I read the coordinates on the paper.
"Yes so we're arranging a pilot to take you on a quinjet and then radio for extraction."
"Sounds good to me when do I leave?"