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[SMUT] Overreact, Overstimulate | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Smut, Fluff)

Category: Smut, Fluff (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Oral male receiving), intercourse, double penetration, oral (female receiving), subspace Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Reader Falls Into Subspace During Sex With Bucky And Steve Request: “Could I request a follow up in the sub space universe? Maybe the 3 of them playing and seeing the boys put her into subspace and bringing her back out? Intense play and lots of dirty sex would be awesome!!!” Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 9,026

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“So, what are your thoughts?” Nat asks the woman as she stares at the plans on the sheets of paper covering the table.

(Y/N) tries to gather all of her thoughts, unsure of what she’s actually thinking.

“Does Bucky know?” She responds, voice quiet. Nat purses her lips.

“You think I’d ask for this to be a private meeting if he did?” She responds, raising a brow.

“I can’t do this to him, Nat.”

“(Y/N), we need you for this. We’ve been looking for an open door to get into Hydra’s base for months! You’re the key to getting in there and I think you’re damn well aware of that.” The woman tries to explain, but (Y/N) still shakes her head.

“I know, Nat, I know, but I can’t do this to him. You know what he was like with Steve getting involved with Hydra, let alone me.” The girl has guilt in her eyes and Nat can hear it in her voice but that doesn’t change anything.

“Then don’t tell him!”

“I can’t hide this from him and you know it.”

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Pressed

Summary: Ari does some weighted push-ups with you.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 914

Warnings: Light, light SMUT. Female Masturbation & Orgasm.

Author’s Note: Originally, I planned this fic featuring Chris Evans but I couldn’t resist writing about Ari. I banged this little fic out this morning so here’s another Fluffy/Smutty fic for you all to read. Thanks to @sweeterthanthis​ for the title since my brain couldn’t come up with anything. 💙

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“Ari?”

You knew he was home since you heard the front door open and slam shut, but he wasn’t in the shower nor in the kitchen making lunch.

You climbed the stairs to the second floor and found Ari in the bedroom doing push-ups. He donned his usual workout attire; a grey sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off and running shorts. His hair waved in the wind with each push of his muscular arms.  

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I AM OBSESSED!!!!! my friends are telling me to consider a therapist regarding my obsessions with sebastian and chris....

Subspace Kitten

Note: I was struck by motivation. Bucky? subspace? aftercare? lay back and enjoy. 18+, no exceptions. feedback is and always will be appreciated!! .c

Bucky was furious. He slammed the front door to your shared apartment, not giving a shit that it was late at night and the neighbors were sleeping, and locked it. He faced the door as you anxiously stood behind him a few feet away, anticipating what was to come. 

His shoulders were tense and you could practically see his rage in his stature alone, he didn’t have to confess he was angry beyond he’s ever been. It wasn’t entirely your fault, but most of the blame was on you. You disobeyed one of his rules. And daddy doesn’t like it when his kitten disobeys his rules.

You knew that but he’s the one who ignored you all night when you just wanted his attention. He’s been on a total of twenty missions, short and long, in one month. The days grew dreary and the nights left you lonely, aching for him. All you wanted was to leave Tony’s party early and get back home so you could have him to yourself. 

The longer he made you wait, the more antsy and impatient you became. Your attitude shown through and you made one too many snarky comments during one of his conversations. It didn’t embarrass him, it wasn’t too big of a deal and the people he spoke to didn’t pay any attention, but Bucky knew…this was just the beginning of one of your bratty episodes, and he was sure to put a stop to it.

“I want you naked and waiting for me on the bed. Understood?” He ordered, his voice low and eerily calm, still facing the door. You swallowed nervously but couldn’t ignore the shiver that ran down your spine. You figured you didn’t speak soon enough because within mere seconds, Bucky turned around and stalked towards you, his metal hand squeezing your neck.

You gasped and tried to hide the smile your lips nearly displayed. “Understood?” He spoke firmly, his eyes staring into yours, the twinkle in them just begging you to disobey him one more time tonight. You nodded and gulped. “Understood, Daddy.” You whimpered, sighing when he released your neck.

Bucky stayed behind as you left to go to your bedroom, stripping along your way, dropping your clothes in a trail to let him know you’re following his instructions. You climbed on top of the bed and sat on your knees with your hands joined together on your lap. 

The anticipation was excruciating. Bucky knew that making you wait only furthered your arousal, hence making you beg for him - which he loves. He never had power or control over things, not even himself, and when you two met when you were recruited, things fell into place. From friends to lovers, to dom and sub. He had power and control over you and you drank it in with an angelic smile and devilish eyes.

He’s always gentle, except when you disobey. You trust him and he trusts you. You enjoy it when he’s rough just as much as when you two have slow and gentle sex. It’s always passionate, never faltering in it’s fire and desire for one another. 

The sound of heavy boots echoing in the hallway made you look up towards the door. Bucky appeared in the doorway and stopped there, his broad, tall body completely covering the open space. “Good, you followed orders, finally.” His tone was mocking and a bit smart ass-y. 

You stayed put, twitching in your spot as he started walking closer. As he walked, your eyes trailed along his body and you felt your pussy clench just from thinking of what he was going to do to you.

Bucky stood in front of you, his eyes on yours. The height difference resulted in his crotch being a little closer to your face. His flesh hand reached out to hold onto your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin. Before you had the chance to nuzzle into his tough and enjoy it, he slid his hand to the back of your head, gripping tightly onto your hair.

He roughly pulled your face forward so you were eye level with the large bulge in his pants. You licked your lips subconsciously and Bucky chuckled deeply above you. “Aw, kitten…” He cooed, jerking your head back, making you look up at him. You whimpered at the sting on your scalp. His grip was harsh.

“Good girls get rewarded, kitten. You disobeyed Daddy, so you get punished. That seems fair, huh?” He asked with raised eyebrows, his bright smile making your stomach flip with nervousness. You nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” You said, your thighs squeezing together. Bucky’s eyes dropped to your lap for only a second before meeting yours again. 

His hand left your hair but you stayed still. He reached for his belt and unbuckled it, he metal clinking together like music to your ears. You watched patiently, the idea that he was going to fuck your mouth made you wet. But he had different plans. “Turn around. On your knees.” He ordered, holding the belt in his hand.

You followed his orders and shakily moved onto your knees, your fingers digging into the comforter as your feet dangled off the side of the bed. Bucky hummed and suddenly you felt the stinging pain of the belt whipping your ass. “Stay quiet.” He said as he heard you gasp, a loud whine begging to escape. 

You exhaled, your chest fluttering as you fought the urge to make a noise. “Count.” He said, pulling the belt back once more. You counted as he went, your ass burning more and more with each slash of the belt. 

“T-ten!” You choked out, your arms were wobbling as you struggled to keep yourself up. Your ass was throbbing and you knew it’d be bruised tomorrow. He was whipping you harder than he has before, but you deserved it. 

Tears prickled in your eyes and Bucky continued to whip you ten more times. Your ass burned, it hurt, and you were sure you’d pass out from feeling so lightheaded if he kept going. Bucky threw the belt to the side and began undressing, you could hear his clothes shuffling behind you.

When he was done, he sat beside you and pulled you over his lap, rubbing his hand over your swollen and aching ass cheeks. “Good girl,” he cooed, but he wasn’t finished with you, you knew that. Bucky grabbed a fist full of your hair again and you felt his flesh fingers rubbing your soaking core between your legs. 

“Fuck, my little Princess is so ready for me. Isn’t she? Too bad she’s been a naughty girl.” Bucky’s voice was rough and low, taunting and dripping with domination. He wanted you to beg for him, he wanted to hear you whine and plead for him to destroy you. You whimpered as your pussy finally felt a little bit of relief. 

You wiggled your hips back and forth, pushing back against Bucky’s hand. “Ah ah, behave.” He jerked your head back and you moaned. “Remember, you’re not allowed to cum. If you do, you’ll regret it.” He growled, his mouth right at your ear. “Yes, Daddy.” You sighed, feeling his fingers rub against your entrance, gathering your wetness.

Bucky’s pinky and ring finger slid into your pussy and you gasped, your pussy clenching around them. “Mm, kitten, you’re so tight.” He mumbled, his eyes drinking in your body lying over his lap. He rubbed his middle finger and index finger over your puckered asshole, slowly entering them inside.

Before you could stretch enough to take his fingers, Bucky started pounding his fingers in and out of your holes at a fast pace, your ass jiggling and his bicep flexing from the force. “Oh, Daddy!” You squealed at the pleasure, thrashing in his lap. 

You wanted to cum so badly, your mind was becoming hazy as his fingers brought you to the edge, only his order made you stay right there, never releasing. “Daddy wants you to beg, kitten.” Bucky said, his hand leaving your hair. Your head fell forward, your breathing labored and your voice lost. 

Bucky slapped your ass and pulled his fingers out of your holes, only to shove them even harder back inside. Your body jolted against his thighs and you whimpered, your mind buzzing with the want to release. “Daddy, let me c-cum, please!” You begged, your eyes squeezing shut. 

A growl fell from his lips and he jerked you up, manhandling you. Your eyes were hooded as you looked at Bucky. H smirked at you, raising an eyebrow, as if he were testing you. He slid three fingers into your pussy this time, the stretch making you gasp. He fingered you hard and fast, while wrapping his metal hand around your neck.

Bucky brought your face close to his, your air cut off just a tad. “Oh Daddy, please, please! I want to cum!” You cried, feeling like you were going to break very soon. Bucky slowed his fingers but kept them deep inside of you, hitting that one delicious spot that made you melt in his hands. 

Your eyes rolled back and his hand squeezed your throat harder. “No.” He said, making your eyes flash open. He nearly came right then and there, you looked so worn out and he hasn’t even fucked you properly yet.

“But Daddy!” You sobbed, your eyebrows creasing together. Bucky licked a stripe up your cheek, gathering your tears on his tongue. “I said.. no.” He wasn’t letting up and you knew he could make this last all night.

After bringing you to the edge a few times, Bucky grabbed your hips and lined himself up with your pussy, sitting there. You waited for him to enter you but he watched you, waiting to see if you’d disobey by sitting on his thick cock. You knew better, so you waited. 

Your eyes met his and you grabbed his biceps, squeezing. “Daddy, I want you to fuck me, please. I need you, I need your big cock inside of me. Please, please. Daddyyyy.” You begged like a little girl, your mind started to cloud over. You weren’t sure what was happening but it’s something you’re never felt before.

Bucky moaned and he couldn’t wait any longer. He roughly sat you down on his cock, again not giving you time to adjust. He stood up with you in his arms and grabbed your hips, pulling you off his cock, only to slam you back down repeatedly. 

“You,” thrust “are not” thrust “allowed to” thrust “cum” thrust.

You screamed and your head fell backwards, your mouth hanging open. Your body was shaking from the pain mixed with pleasure. “Fuuuck!” He groaned as he hit deep and hard, your walls squeezing around him in the best way.

Bucky continued to fuck you against him while he stood there. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he slammed you down on his cock over and over, picking up speed every now and then.

“Oh, fuck yes, Daddy! Daddy, yes!” You squealed, your legs shaking around Bucky’s waist. He rest his forehead against yours and he flopped down onto his back on the bed, bending his knees and planted his feet on the mattress. You lied on his chest and he grabbed your ass for leverage, and started thrusting as fast and as hard as he could into your pussy.

You became overwhelmed with the pleasure and held your breath, your pussy throbbing and clenching, squeezing Bucky’s cock so hard he was growling in your ear at how good you felt around him. “You’re such a bad girl. I should just get myself off and punish you for a few days.” He rasped in your ear.

Your mind was elsewhere now, your vision blurry and your mouth pouring words you couldn’t understand, you just knew you wanted to cum now and Bucky wouldn’t let you because you were a bad girl earlier.

Bucky gasped as he felt himself get closer to the edge and slowed his pace, his arms wrapping around your lower back as he thrust inside of you. “Please, please, please…” You begged and cried, shaking in his arms. “I want…I want to cum, Daddy, please, let me cum…” Bucky shuddered beneath you and he growled in pleasure, flipping you over onto your back and pinning you beneath him. 

“You were such a bad little girl, kitten. I don’t think you deserve to cum.” He said with a wicked smile. He stopped and rest his cock inside of you, your pussy full and throbbing. Tears fell from your eyes again and Bucky noticed you didn’t look all there, but he figured you were so ready to cum, you were going to do it anyways.

So he started fucking you again roughly, this time reaching so deep, your back arched off the bed and you screamed, a cry breaking through your mouth and piercing his ears. “Cum, kitten! Fucking cum!” He strained, feeling himself come close to the edge. You did as you were told and came so hard, your mind went blank. 

Bucky continued to fuck you both through your orgasms and you whimpered, begging him to keep going, to let you cum again, to let him forgive you. “I’m a good girl, Daddy. I-I promise, just let me cum. Let me cum. I’m sorry.” Your eyes were searching for his and Bucky was breathing heavily as he looked into your eyes. 

He stopped moving and watched you closely. “Please, Daddy. Please… I’m not gonna disobey again, I..” You were out of breath and pulled Bucky closer, your lips trembling as you cried softly. You looked…younger, innocent, like you were in trouble. You were, but this was different.

Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head, struggling with the overwhelming sense of pleasure. Bucky swallowed and wiped your tear stained cheeks. “Hey…hey..” Bucky said softly, his whole demeanor changing. “Kitten, it’s okay. You finished for Daddy, you’re okay.” His rubbed your cheek and you didn’t nuzzle into it like you usually do. 

“Daddy…Daddy..I’m a good girl. I won’t disobey you again. I’m a good girl, right?” You questioned, your mind still cloudy and your mouth repeating itself. Bucky kissed your forehead and realized he fucked you into subspace. It’s never happened before and he wasn’t sure what to do. 

“Baby, I’m Bucky now. You’re my precious, sweet little Y/N. I’m not mad at you.” He kissed your neck, your collarbones, moving up to your cheeks. You hummed and closed your eyes. “Daddy, I’m a good girl.” Bucky nodded and rubbed your sides. “You are a good girl. I need you to come back to me, alright?” He ordered gently, his heart beating wildly in his chest. 

He knew he was being rough but he didn’t know he was being that rough. He knew you felt good and he had your consent, he was just worried you wouldn’t come back down from this ecstasy high in subspace. 

Bucky ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your lips, feeling you react lazily. You pouted and whined, your chest heaving. “But I’m right here, Daddy.” You looked at him curiously. He smiled uneasily. “Y/N, come back to me. please. Come on…” He urged, his hands gentle on your skin. 

He pulled his softened cock out of you and you whined, missing the feeling of being full. Bucky sat you up and kissed your forehead. He grabbed the water bottle you left on the bedside table earlier that day and pulled your chin, opening your mouth. “Drink this, baby..” You nodded and did as he said, not realizing how thirsty you really were.

“Better?” He asked, smiling at you. “Daddy, I’m sorry.” You pouted, still in subspace, which frightened Bucky. “Doll, I’m Bucky now. Come on, you need to lie down, okay?” You nodded your head and pushed your bottom lip out. “Cuddle me, Daddy. Cuddle.” You made grabby hands at Bucky and he sat up against the headboard, pulling the blankets around you both after you sat in his lap.

Bucky rubbed your back as you rest your head on his shoulder, your face in the crook of his neck. “You’re such a good girl, you know that? I love you so much.” He whispered, playing with your hair. You hummed in appreciation, too drained to reply. 

You felt yourself slowly coming down and sighed contently, opening your eyes. Bucky’s soft touches and soothing voice made you aware of what was going on now. “I love you too, Bucky.” You whispered, lifting up to kiss his cheek. Bucky looked at you in surprise and held your cheeks in his hands, looking into your eyes. 

“Y/N.. You such a good job.” He praised you, pulling you in for a kiss. You smiled against his lips, moving closer to him. “That was good, really good.” You sighed, biting his bottom lip. Bucky chuckled and hugged you close. “Sorry if I was too rough. Thought I lost you for good for a moment.” He looked down at you with a worried smile. 

You realized what must’ve happened. “I’ve never felt like that before.” You said, trailing your hand along his chest. Bucky wanted to explore it a bit more, he was afraid to admit it excited him, fucking you into subspace. But he knew tonight, you both had enough. 

“Let’s get some rest, Doll.” You both got into a spooning position, holding each other close, falling into a peaceful sleep.

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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

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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.

ALRIGHT!!! another one cause it is fun...

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Hi if you are taking reluctant you do a Stucky x teen adopted reader (can you do gender neutral so everyone can read it but if not that’s ok) were the reader is sick and her two dads have to look after the reader but the reader try’s and hides it because they think it’s just a cold and they can look after herself until it turns into the flu (or something more serious) and they pass out and their dad freak out until Steve and Bucky realise what happened. (Sorry of it doesn’t make sense)

Hi anon, hope you like this. I don’t know if you meant Stucky as the Reader’s parents, or another pairing, but I made them the parents. Thank you for sending this in!! 

Masterlist is in bio, requests are open.

Stucky x teen gender neutral!Reader (Fluff/Platonic) Warnings: Sickness  Word Count: 990

Your sniffle was loud as you walked out of your high school, and you stumbled slightly as you glanced up. It was too bright today and for some reason the light was bugging your eyes out too much now, causing you to squint them together. You bumped into some classmates, mumbling apologizes to them as they scoffed back to you.

You walked to where you usually get picked up from and sat down with an exhausted sigh. Today was too much, you were a lot more tired than normal, and you wanted to get some sleep as soon as you got home. You noticed you were sweating more than usual as well, but it was super cold. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, turning on some music as you waited for one of your dads or maybe Aunt Natasha to pick you up.

You sneezed into your arm and sniffled again, shaking your head at yourself. You needed to keep it down, it was getting a bit annoying, you reminded. You didn’t need people to worry about you at the Compound or just at home, they always made a hustle out of it, and you didn’t want to see them go through a trouble over something like a cold. You scratched your head with another sigh, barely glancing up when you noticed your car pulled up.

You grinned slightly to the car, hopping into the back. “Hi dad,” You greeted, throwing your bag to the other side of the car weakly, and you held back a cough. Bucky smiled back to you through the mirror, “Hey, how was school?” He asked, while starting to drive again.

You shrugged back after a moment, before you realized he didn’t see you. “Uh, it was fine, got to see another Captain America video about eating healthy foods.” You mentioned, almost chuckling when you remembered your dad’s overexaggerated acting.

“Was it the one with the whole,” Bucky paused quickly, and gestured to his face and made an odd expression. You laughed quietly in the back, starting to feel a bit better since he made you smile. You nodded, “Yeah, that one.” 

The fun quickly stopped though, as you coughed again, and trembled as it turned into a fit, making you feel dizzy. Bucky turned back to you with worry as he stopped the car. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, furrowing his eyebrows together.

“I swallowed water wrong,” You stuttered out, wiping the tears around your eyes. Again, you really didn’t want him to know you were getting sick, or you were sick. It wasn’t like he or Steve would get sick because of their super soldier serum, which you thought was incredible. 

By the time that you got home, you felt like trash. You were sweating horribly, and your coughing only got worse, making Bucky confused. You kept pushing out random excuses, to get him to focus on the road instead. You practically sprinted to your room, shouting that you needed to start your geography project about mountains. That was true, that you needed to start it, but you were too weak to even press the glue down onto the board. Instead, you collapsed onto your bed with a heavy sigh.

Steve got home hours later, holding the bag of grocies that he bought to make dinner with. He pushed them onto the counter before greeting his husband with a hug and smile, furrowing his eyebrows when he realized you weren’t downstairs. “Where’s Y/n?” He asked Bucky, wondering if you were out in the backyard.

Bucky sighed as he scratched his head, walking up the stairs. “They’re doing their project right now, but it’s been a while.” Steve nodded back, following Bucky to check on their teenager. 

“Y/n? We’re going to make dinner right now.” Steve knocked, opening the door after a few moments. Bucky tilted his head in confusion when he didn’t hear your voice. You were asleep with your legs hanging of the bed, and you were still wearing your shoes and school clothes. 

You groaned sleepily, wiping the snot from your face that pooled around you when you were asleep. “Hi,” You murmured, dizzy sitting up on the bed, and glancing around, muddled at how much time has passed.

Steve smiled back to you, watching as you pushed yourself onto your feet. Then you fell, face first. Bucky and Steve shouted, watching you collapse, and pass out. “Y/n!” Bucky yelled out, rushing to your figure.

Steve rushed behind him, shaking your shoulders. Bucky glanced down to see if you got hurt anywhere. “Call the doctor,” He quickly spoke up, noticing your sweat. Steve pulled out his phone, calling the doctor to come over, while he watched worriedly and in shock as you let out random groans.

When you blinked awake from your faint, you were confused to see both your dads standing over you. “Oh, hey,” You whispered, sighing as you felt your throat burn. Bucky shook his head back to you, “Did you get hurt earlier today? Did someone hurt you?” His questions went on, causing you to bulge your eyes out.

“When did it happen? Where? How? Who?” Steve continued as well, squeezing your hand as you glanced over to him. 

“Huh?” You mumbled, scrunching your face together. “I’m sick,” You explained, coughing into your arm. 

You went on after your coughing, almost shrugging back to them. Bucky and Steve’s faces were more than concerned as you laughed nervously, “I have the flu, got it from Steph, I didn’t want you guys to be mad or upset.” 

“Steph? Wait- Y/n, you have to tell us when these things happen!” Steve protested, shaking his head as Bucky started to speak as well. You interrupted them both with another shrug, “I’ll tell you guys next time, but uh, can I get off the floor? And dinner? Are we having sandwiches again?” 

Masterlist

Chris Evans

Imagines

Jealous

Home

Lightweight

Blue-Eyed Man

Mistletoe

Old Man

 Sebastian Stan

Imagines

Something New

Feel You

Baby

Series

was it even real? *completed*

chapter one

chapter two 

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

wrong direction: interlude *completed*

*sequel to was it even real?*

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

back to you: *continuation of wrong direction!*

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

Harry Styles

Imagines

Brit Awards

Quarantine

 Series:

Falling:

Chapter One

Chapter Two