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ivybucky · 2 months

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Oh GOD this is good

scary my god you're divine

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pairing || bucky barnes x f!reader

word count || 3235

summary || he would do anything for you.

warnings || smut! dom! bucky x sub! reader, possessive! bucky, a little bit of subspace, choking, little bit of exhibitionism kink, minor pain play, daddy kink (only three times okay i'm sorry i am who i am), degradation, unprotected sex

author's note || 18+ ONLY. not proofread yet. my very first request in a very long time! Anonymous asked: Could you write a Dombucky x Subreader? And if you wouldn't mind jealous!bucky, already established relationship and his dog tags on reader? hope you enjoy nonnie! as always feel free to send in requests or any asks! feel free to reblog! enjoy!

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Today, a select few from the team are supposed to train the new agents, preparing them for the physical aspect of being an agent. Some made it fun or tolerable, like Steve and Sam, who were born leaders and charismatic. Natasha and Wanda enjoyed supervising the sparring sessions. Tony and Bruce enjoyed using technology to throw new obstacles at the agents.

Sometimes literally.

Unfortunately, your grumpy boyfriend, Bucky, just did not find any joy in training days. He didn’t like giving out instructions and praise unless it was you who was under him. He didn’t like supervising weak punches and miscalculated throws. And technology was just a straight-up no for him.

Usually, he could make himself useful with Steve, throwing out no-nonsense orders without making himself a massive part of the effort.

You were taking the elevator down to the gym floor. Fury had instructed you to check everything out and ensure everything went according to the itinerary.

The doors open, and you glance around to ensure no immediate problems before letting your gaze fall on Bucky; his eyes are already on you. You offer him a bright smile, which he returns with a smirk, and your stomach flutters like it does every time you see him. You’re about 7 feet away from your boyfriend before you feel a hand on your lower back. You startle and turn around to face the newest agent. He has quickly climbed through all of SHIELD’s tests and proven himself to be of great value. He chatted you up last week at Tony’s charity ball, and you tried to let him down gently since you were already happily taken. Bucky was on a mission that day, and you didn’t want to add to his mental load by telling him about some punk who wouldn’t leave you alone.

Apparently, said punk, cannot take no for an answer.

“Back for more, cutie? You finally break up with your imaginary boyfriend?” Marcus teases, but really, he sounds more taunting than playful. You glance over your shoulder as you move away from his grip, and you already see Bucky glaring directly at the spot where Marcus’ hand was on your back. The stopwatch he was holding in his flesh hand shatters, and he doesn’t even flinch when Steve and Sam apologize for him, asking what was wrong as discreetly as they could but one glance over to where you were uncomfortably held hostage by the lean brunet man told them everything they needed to know.

Bucky cracks his neck, rolling his shoulders up as he stalks towards you two. His looming presence is felt before you can see him in your peripheral vision. You glance up at him and take an instinctive step back toward his hulking body, breathing a sigh of relief because Marcus has to let up now.

He doesn’t.

“Oh hey, Sergeant Barnes, if you don’t mind I’m actually trying to talk to this chick so…”

The way he talks about you as if you’re not right there makes you physically recoil. Bucky’s eyes harden; he’s not even squaring up to his full stature, and he already easily dwarfs Marcus. Bucky takes a step forward, and everyone in the room comes to a standstill. Everyone shuddering at the sheer anger rolling off of Bucky and the stupidity of Marcus.

Marcus huffs out a laugh. Maybe he gets a little pasty when he’s nervous because he seems to be digging himself a deeper hole when he says something about how many girls fall at his feet and Sarge, you've got to calm down. She’s not worth all that.

In an instant, Steve and Sam command everyone to return to their tasks, and the room begins to bustle again, but with a specific weary energy that was not there before. The very next second, Marcus is picked up by the collar of his black t-shirt and slammed against the wall, the room rattling with the force of it as all the recruits try to ignore the spectacle before them.

“Touch her again, and I will kill you,” Bucky promises. “If you look at her, I will kill you. If you even think about her, I will fucking kill you. Understand?” His voice is a low grumble, the words resounding and reverberating as you watch Marcus sputter out panicked apologies and his flailing body while Bucky still looks so self-assured and composed. It's as if he’s not scaring a man to death while simultaneously making you drool.

You call out Bucky’s name, and he looks at you over his shoulder, pinning Marcus with one final glare and shove before letting him go as the agent does the walk of shame to the washroom. It’s almost like you’re frozen in your spot. You’ve seen Bucky get aggressive on missions before, but watching him be so willing to defend you, stand up for you when you couldn’t, not even hesitating for a second when he threatened to kill for you. And the worst part is, you were confident he was dead serious.

Even worse, something about the principle of the situation was really doing it for you.

On the outside, it might have seemed like you were in shock or panic due to the agents’ actions, so Bucky whisked you away to a private interrogation room on the floor above the gym. The whole elevator ride there, his hand is protectively on your lower back, and you just watch the rigid set of his jaw and the anger and possessiveness written all over his features with unmistakable doe eyes. The air in the elevator is thick, and neither of you says a word. Before you know it, Bucky is easily lifting you and placing you on the metal table in the middle of the dull room, and his eyes are scanning yours for any hint of panic or if you’re upset. His hands cup your face gently, the cool vibranium soothing against your heated skin, and he finally breaks the silence. “You’ve gotta say something, baby. Are you okay? After this, that idiot’s going to be gone. I’m sorry if seeing me like that upset you, sweetheart-” Your rushed words cut off his ramble, “I thought that was really hot.” You say quietly and watch as Bucky’s face contorts from one of worry to one of confusion.

“The way you stood up for me, you were so nonchalant about killing for me. I can’t lie, James. That kind of did something for me.” You continue, biting your lip and scanning him for his reaction, hoping he didn’t take your words in the wrong way.

He’s silent for a moment. His chest moving steadily with each breath against yours.

The next moment, his lips are pressed against yours, and you let a surprised squeak out. Your mouth slots open when his wandering hands roughly squeeze your thigh through your satin pants, getting dangerously close to the heat pulsing between your thighs. Taking advantage of your open mouth, Bucky slips his tongue inside your mouth and you buck your hips to seek some friction against your needy core. The kiss is passionate and renders your breathless as he consumes all of your senses. All you can think, see, smell, hear, and feel is James.

His name falls from your lips in a gasp, you reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, letting your head lull to the side when he peppers sloppy kisses all over your jaw, trailing down your neck and biting and licking on your sweet spot. You swat at his firm bicep, “You’re gonna leave a mark James, stop it.” Your attempt at scolding him is weak, even to your own ears.

You feel Bucky smirk against your sensitive neck, his wandering hands cupping your ass and shamelessly groping and swatting at you. “Oh really? That’s too bad baby. Gonna be a pain to cover up.” He remarks, voice dripping in cockiness.

You scoff and bite back a whimper when he grinds his undoubtedly hard length against your clothed center. Your hands shoot out to stabilize yourself by holding onto his shoulders, a shiver crawling up your spine when a particularly slow grind nudges your aching clit. “You’re such a bad influence you know that?” Your voice lacks any real conviction. Your hips move in tandem with his, both of you sharing messy kisses and your bodies thrumming with lust and pent up energy.

“I’ll kill anyone who even thinks about looking at you.” Bucky says assuredly, and you can’t help the mewl that escapes your lips at his words. Your hands shakily going to undo his black jeans as he messily pulls yours pants down, being considerate enough not to rip them considering there was still a little more than an hour until the SHIELD training day was over. “Bucky I need you, need you to please-” Your voice is shaky and desperate, as you struggle to unbutton his jeans. He shushes you gently, cooing at you sweetly as he easily unbuttons his jeans, just enough for you to promptly pull out his erect cock. Your mouth practically waters at his length and girth, and you spit onto your hand and begin rubbing his length, swiping your thumb gently over the tip making him hiss and push his hips into your hand.

You bite your lip and look up at him through hooded eyes, and he slaps your hand away before tearing your panties in half, the top half covering your swollen clit and the bottom scrap of fabric falling limply against the cool table. You barely have time to scold him for ripping your panties before he’s shoving his whole length inside you in one fluid thrust. Your back arches, your legs wrapping around his waist as your buddy erupts in a shiver, a short scream escaping your lips. He swallows the noise with his mouth pressed against yours as he grunts into your mouth, waiting only a short second before he begins to thrust inside you. His thrusts are slow but hard, making the heavy metal table scrape against the floor with the force of each pass of his hips into yours.

“You’re mine, mine to touch. Mine to have. Mine to take care of.” Bucky grunts out, his movements picking up in pace as emotion swirls in his voice, his metal hand covering your neck, forcing you to stay upright in a position that allowed you to feel all of him. You sob out, digging your nails into his bicep and nodding your head, already succumbing to that foggy feeling you felt when you were so close to your boyfriend. He tuts at you, swatting your face with his flesh hand with enough force to make you moan out and clench around his length.

“Nuh-uh sweetheart, you’re not going dumb on me that quick. Use your words, tell me you’re mine. Tell me I’m yours.” His voice is commanding and you force yourself to look at him, pulling on his shirt and tugging on his dog tugs to get him closer, your foreheads pressing against each other as his thrusts continue to get faster. “I’m yours James, only yours. You’re only mine. No one else. Just you.” Your words are slurred as he groans out a good girl in approval and decides that he wants your shirt off. He skillfully manages to slip your navy blue long-sleeve off and unhooks your bra in one motion, freeing your tits to the cold air of the room, forcing the buds into sensitive peaks which Bucky is quick to take advantage of. His hands squeeze and pull at your tits, tugging and pinching cruelly at your nipples making you whine.

Your bodies are pressed so close to one another, each pull of his hips making his pelvis rub against your aching clit, stray tears streaming down your face and your chest heaving and pushed up against Bucky.

If anyone were to walk in right now the picture would be nothing short of debauched. You completely bare on the table, Bucky completely clothed. Getting absolutely plowed if the screech of the metal against the floor was anything to go by. Your moans get higher in pitch and volume making Bucky grunt, another swat to your cheek making your brain foggy. “Shut the fuck up slut. You want everyone to see you getting fucked like the bitch in heat you are?” But if your moans and increasing wetness are anything to go by, yes, a deep and dark part of you does want that. Bucky laughs at you, shaking his head in faux disbelief and you wrap your lips around his dog tags, enjoying the soothing sensation brought by the cool metal. Bucky looks down at your lips wrapped around the dog tags he never seemed to take off and he let out a wrecked sound. You clench around him at the sound making his rhythm falter.

Before you can even process the loss of his proximity, your back is flat against the table and his dog tags are now around your neck, landing on your chest and glimmering in the dull fluorescent lighting of the room. Bucky slams himself back inside of you, the unmistakable squelch of your wetness filling up the room alongside both of your noises of pleasure. Your high-pitched and pornographic mewls and his low grunts and deep groans. You cry out his name as your head lulls to the side, eyes shutting in bliss as your fingers move to give your aching clit some attention. But Bucky lets out a disappointed grunt, grabbing your jaw in his hand and forcing you to maintain eye contact. “Look away from me again and I won’t let you cum for a fucking week stupid baby.” Bucky threatens. “You better fucking pay attention to who’s fucking you dumb. No need to close your eyes and imagine when you’ve got the real thing right here.”

Each of his words ignites a newfound purpose in Bucky as he pounds into you impossibly harder, his hand swatting against your cheek again and wrapping around your neck, keeping you in place to take all of his thrusts. He knows you always struggle to keep your eyes open and you don’t doubt that he will follow through on his threat. He has always enjoyed testing your weakness and pushing your limits.

“Feels s’good. You’re so big Jamie. S’big, so good s’too good.” Your words are breathy and frail, your fingers rubbing quick circles around your aching button. A mean laugh rumbles in his chest as he watches the way his dog tags move with your tits, the sight is intoxicating and fuels Bucky to continue his torment. “There she is my dumb little baby. Couldn’t help yourself huh? Can’t help the way your brain goes quiet when I have my dick inside you.” His words should be humiliating but they only spur you on, your fingers on the verge of cramping but the jolts of pleasure are so overwhelming you can’t stop. “Jus’ need you. Need you to make it better. ‘M yours Daddy, only yours.”

“That’s it baby, I know, I know it feels so good huh. Daddy’s here baby, Daddy’s gonna take care of his needy baby.” Bucky’s head falls back on a moan when you clench around him, your walls pulsing and a ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. Your orgasm was surely just a few moments away and Bucky’s lips curled up in a smirk.

He folds your legs at the knee, sliding you closer to him with the pressure he has on your throat, the angle making him rub against your sweet spot with each deliriously pleasurable thrust. You squeal out his name, getting even louder than before and he shoves his dog tags into your mouth, muffling your garble out unintelligeble pleads to cum. With one hand Bucky squeezes your throat, and with the other he pinches at your nipples, tugging the sensitive flesh before trailing his hand down your body and slapping your hand away from your clit, he moves his lips down to your ears, licking up your earlobe before whispering his command, “Cum. Cum right fucking now or you don’t get to cum at all.” His fingers pinch your clit and the sudden burst of pain has you tensing your legs up, squealing out nonsense around the dog tags in your mouth and reaching your peak. Your body shakes against the table as Bucky pounds you through your high, his words of encouragement falling on deaf ears as you teeter between consciousness and unconsciouness. His body overwhelming your mind and soul.

His fingers release your throat and you look up at him with watery eyes, bringing him down to rest your foreheads against each other as he nears his own high. Your lips are pressing against each other, “There isn’t a single person in the world I wouldn’t kill for you. I would do anything for you. You are everything to me.” Bucky murmurs in a pussy-drunk stupor. But the words are true, he has said them to you before and will say them a thousand times again. You taught him how to live again, not just survive.

A broken cry falls from your lips from sensitivity and Bucky’s impassioned thrusts turn sloppy as he moans out your name, pulling you impossibly closer as he fills you with his cum. At the feeling of being completely stuffed by him, your second release is triggered and you shake in his hold as he comes down from his high. He presses lazy kisses against your lips and rubs his hands soothingly up and down your body, easing you out of your submissive state. He gently pulls himself out, using the handkerchief he carries around to wipe your thighs clean, but letting his cum keep your pussy messy. He quickly wipes himself off and helps you dress yourself.

A few more giggly kisses and you’re pretty much ready to go back down to the gym. Just in time to catch the final thing on today’s agenda: sparring. Bucky walks one step behind you, his hand back again on your lower back protectively as a path is cleared to the front of the ring where your friends are supervising Marcus and another recruit preparing for the second round of their match. Natasha and Wanda offer you knowing smirks and you roll your eyes with heat creeping up cheeks as you shyly glance up at Bucky through your eyelashes to find him already looking at you with a stupid smile. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and watches with intent as Steve and Sam coach their respective agents.

“Looking strong, Marcus!” Bucky calls out and you swat his chest making him laugh. Marcus takes one look at you, Bucky’s dog tags now around your neck and falling on your shirt, teeth imprints on your neck, and swollen lips. Poor Marcus falters, and the other recruit takes advantage of his distraction and easily tackles him to the ground, winning the second round. Bucky takes a single step closer to the ring where Sam is helping Marcus up, and the smirk on your arrogant boyfriend’s face is adorable. “Better luck next time buddy,” he says supportively. Sam flicks Bucky in the forehead, unable to hide the smile on his face, “Dumbass.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #nsfw #fic rec

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ivybucky · 2 months

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Reblogging to spread the loveeeee

Real [Foggy Nelson x reader]

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day from me to you! Here’s a fluffy Foggy fic. Also, I listened to so many different playlists on Spotify while writing this. This roughly takes place in 1x12 of the show (divider by saradika)

Thanks to @writings-of-a-demigod and @writeroutoftime for helping out!!!!!

Summary: After finding out Matt is Daredevil, Foggy begins to question everything. He sees you and that all goes away, but what will happen when you two start talking under the New York stars?

Word Count: 2,090

Warnings: none, Matt is DD (implied), fluff (like tooth-rotting), bad writing reader has at least medium-length hair (mentioned once)

With heavy steps, Foggy walks up the stairs to the office, an invisible weight on his shoulders. ‘Was anything Matt ever told the truth? Were they ever even friends? Was anything around him real?’ Then he thought back to you. ‘If nothing else…’ he thought. ‘If nothing else, these feelings are real.’ He turned the metal knob to the office, opening the door.

Everything in and about this place reminds him of Matt. All their time together in college, the laughs they shared, the struggles they promised to get through together, certain awards and knick-knacks decorating their desks, and… you. You, asleep at the desk in the middle of the twin offices. Your hair sprawled over your shoulders, falling on the folders and pictures beneath your arms.

His features soften a bit, glad Matt isn’t here, glad to see that someone can have some peace around here. All Foggy could do was think about the betrayal he felt from Matt. ‘How could he have lied to Foggy for so long? And about something so important, and… dangerous?’ His thoughts were constantly racing since he learned Matt’s secret but as soon as he saw you, they silenced. For the past week, all Foggy could do was doubt everything.

He softly closes the door behind him, making his way over to you. He puts his hand on your arm, slightly shaking you in an attempt to wake you up. “Y/N?” He whispered, receiving no response in return. “Y/N… come on, wake up.” He saw you starting to stir in your sleep, still not waking up fully. So, he tried again. “Y/N,” he said with a direct voice, continuing to shake your arm. He saw you start to flutter your eyes open, you furrowing your eyebrows.

“Morning, sunshine.” He said with a smile forming on his face as he saw you open your eyes. You lift your head up, looking around in confusion, not remembering falling asleep. You blink your eyes a few times, wiping the little trail of drool leaving the corner of your lips. Your eyes land on Foggy, who's standing at the corner of your desk with a small smile on his face. Despite the smile on his face, Foggy looked a little tired, like you, and a lot sad.

“Hey…” You spoke in a slightly groggy voice having just woken up. “What time is it?” Foggy checks his watch as you sit straight up in your chair. “It’s just past midnight. Why didn’t you go home if you were tired?” He still stands in front of you, concern and worry clearly written on his face.

You cleared your throat, able to talk with less of a rasp now. “I stayed late… later than I thought, I guess. I was just doing some research on the Castle case. I wanted to try and help you out.” Your words trail off as you get done explaining yourself.

His features soften, glad to have someone like you in his life; he’s more glad to have you in his life. “You didn’t have to do that.” He talks barely above a whisper, whether because you just woke up, or because he's unsure of his words, you aren’t sure.

“It was no problem, really.” You say with a smile starting to dance on your lips dismissively. You stand up, starting to walk the short distance to the mini kitchen your office had. “I know it’s a little late, but do you want some coffee? I have more things I need to look through, so…” He starts to readjust his shoulder bag awkwardly while you explain yourself.

“Oh, no.” He begins. “I just came here to get a few of my things.” His voice gets quiet at the end of his sentence.

Your heart hurts a little at his words. They weren’t rude in any manner of speaking, but they still stung and made your heart drop into your stomach. Your mouth opens and closes, starting to say something then deciding against it. Instead, you decide on a half-assed smile as you meet his eyes.

“Okay, well, I’ll leave you be.”

He gives a soft but curt nod and begins to walk towards his office. “Hey, Foggy?” you interrupt his movement.

He turns around with wide eyes, "Yeah?" You think of how you want to word what you're trying to say. You come up empty, except for the words, "Are you okay?" You asked him sincerely. It was obvious that something was different with him and Matt.

"Yeah, I'm fine." The words fall out of his mouth like he's trying to convince the both of you.

Without missing a beat, you speak up. "No, you aren't, Foggy. I know you. I've known you for years. So, please don't lie to me. You don't have to spill your guts to me, just tell me if something is bothering you."

You talk with a sense of desperation, hoping your words get through to him. You watch his gaze soften, not that it was a hard look to begin with. More like the toughness he was presenting left, leaving just Foggy.

Wordlessly, you walk closer to Foggy, slowly bringing your hands up to his chest. You grab at the strap of his shoulder bag, dragging it down his arm. You hear the leather fall to the floor with a soft thump.

Ditching the idea of coffee, files, or personal items, you reach down clasping his hand in yours. He knew from the moment you walked over to him what you were doing. You were going to the roof.

Foggy loved that about you - he came to terms a while ago that he was, in fact, hopelessly in love with you - you knew what he needed even if he himself didn't know.

Hand in hand, you open the office door, closing it behind you, and go down the hallway and up the stairs to the door that says 'roof access.'

This wasn't new to either of you. The pair always went onto the roof when something was wrong, or when the world felt like it was caving in on you. So you did what you always do.

You two walked out, hearing a loud metal clang of the door behind you. You found a spot and Foggy, ever the gentleman, takes off his jacket to lay down on the ground for you.

You lay next to Foggy, his thick jacket protecting you from feeling the rough asphalt below you. Arms crossed over your stomach, you silently stare up at the New York stars, tracing invisible constellations in your mind.

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass between you two as you enjoy the peace of mind this environment brings you. The starlight on your faces, the sounds of the city surrounding you, the tiny rocks faintly digging into your back, not as bad as it could be thanks to Foggy's suit jacket under you.

"It's Matt," Foggy breaks the silence, barely speaking loud enough for you to hear him. You turn your head a little, looking over at him from the corner of your eyes. You see he’s still looking straight up at the sky, not ready to look at you. “I can’t get into it, but…” He shrugs, struggling to find the words. “I just- I know that things aren’t going to be the same.” He’s practically whispering now, like he’s worried you’ll run away if he speaks too loud.

You turn your head more to look at him fully with your ear now on the ground. There aren’t any words exchanged for a beat. “Well, whenever you can talk about it, you know where I’ll be.” He moves his head, now facing you. He nods gently, glad the two of you have an unspoken agreement about the roof and its sacredness.

He stares at you, looking into your eyes. Foggy looks at you with such intensity, you’d think he was trying to figure out all of your secrets. But this is normal. He always looks at you like this. Like every moment was a gift from God that he treasured.

Not that you knew that’s why he looked at you that intensely.

No, you two were just good friends. You had been best friends with Foggy since he and Matt started at Landman and Zach. You get along with Matt just fine but you’ve always been closer to Foggy.

As you return the stare in his eyes, you see his eyes move. From your eyes to your lips, to your nose and hair. There’s a foreign tension in the air. Usually, the air between you two is light and carefree, but now it’s heavy. It sits like a blanket over you. The silence is thick and almost tangible until Foggy breaks the silence.

“I love you.” He speaks, the first time anyone has spoken in a while. A hint of sincerity drips from his words, going unnoticed by you.

“I love you too,” you respond, smiling. This wasn’t the first time you two had said this. You didn’t say it all the time, but often enough. You both loved each other. He knows everything about you and you know everything about him.

He immediately starts shaking his head. He leans up, turning around to continue looking at you. He sits with his palms against the gravel, fingers splayed apart, neck turned almost painfully back at you. You follow his actions, sitting up and still looking at him with furrowed brows.

“No, I love you. I think about you all the time. I think about how your eyes glow when you hear your favorite song. I think about how you remember some random person's birthday but don’t remember to drink water. I think about the way you hunch over the table when we play a board game. I love you. I love everything about you.”

Your mouth hangs barely open in shock. Your mind blanks for a second, a minute, or maybe an hour. You aren't entirely sure. His voice brings you out of whatever trance you're in. "And I just ruined our friendship because you don't feel the same." He's barely able to finish the sentence before you start talking.

"No, no, no, no, no," you rush out. "It's not that, Foggy. I just... it took me by surprise." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. "I think about you too." You begin speaking after a moment of thick silence. "I think about how you run your hands through your hair when you're nervous, how you belt out sea shanties when you think you're alone, how you have different dorky ringtones for just about everyone... I love you too, Foggy. " Your cheeks now tinted with a slightly rosy tint, you look at him, really look at him, and smile.

“I do not!- how did you know about the sea shanties?” His tone begins as defensive but then shifts to curious. A smile grows on your face, taking up half of it from how big you’re smiling. You begin to laugh, and he joins in but still skeptical about how you knew what he thought was a secret only he knew.

“Let’s just say a drunk Matt is very willing to talk about you.” You say with a shit-eating grin now on your face. The two of you sit in that moment, Foggy thinking about what other secrets Matt may have told you, and you smiling nervously, waiting for him to acknowledge your reciprocated feelings.

He must sense your growing nerves, as he ignores the thoughts of all the embarrassing things he’s done in front of Matt and focuses back on you. You, with the shining eyes and bright smile.

“Anyways,” he begins, shaking his head, “would you… would you wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date… with me? I know this new Thai place that opened up on 42nd and 9th. If not, that’s-”

You continue to smile, putting your hand over his, making him stop his rambling. “Foggy, I’d love to. How’s Saturday? Say, 6 o’clock?”

He starts nodding his head, smiling even brighter than you are.

“That’s great. I’ll pick you up then.”

“Great, it’s a date.”

You two look at each other, a sense of what can only be described as longing in both pairs of eyes. Longing for more but knowing you have to wait, at least just a little while.

‘Thank whatever God is up there,’ Foggy thinks. ‘Thank God this is real.’

#foggy nelson #foggy nelson x reader #foggy nelson x you #foggy nelson imagine #sunny!#fic rec

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ivybucky · 2 months

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Im sweating over Matthew Macfayden AKA Mr. Darcy AKA Tom Wambsgans being in MCU

#he’s MR DARCY #I MEAN COME ON

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ivybucky · 4 months

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My hot take no one asked for?

Any fanfiction writer that makes people pay real dollars to read “exclusive” written stories about trademarked characters or real people does not vibe with me…

Me, a fanfiction writer, already accepts that fanfiction borders the so many legal lines, making ANY kind of profit from it just seems so sketchy…

(I understand you can simply state, “I don’t own the characters” but the bottom line is that you are writing it without the creators permission, and the copyright owner has an exclusive legal right to be the only person to make derivative works. Source: )

If you want to have a Patreon or something similar, may I suggest basing it around creating the work itself; patreon members getting access to a discord server, a live steam, a poll where you can discuss writing the fic, plot options, hell even get specifically tagged in the fic at a certain tier, or a dedication or something.

Don’t make profit off of access to the fic itself.

Does that make sense?

(This is in no way hate to any one in particular individual, just my opinion on what I’m seeing on this app more and more. Not looking to start an argument or offend anyone:) feel free to send me your thoughts or maybe your *respectful* feelings on why you disagree! Im just posting my silly lil thoughts)

#txt #fanfiction #yes my source is Wikipedia #but at least I have a fucking source

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ivybucky · 5 months

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I might be able to fall back into my Stephen strange hole

Last Updated: 2023-11-06

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Dr. Stephen Strange stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

❧ Between the Shelves￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by unrefinedmusings▪︎18+▪︎〔E᜶F〕▪︎

Summary: You never expect the one-and-only Dr. Strange to walk into your bookstore looking for a birthday gift, nor did you expect what came next.

❧ 3:1 Ratio by parkerbliss▪︎〔F〕▪︎

Summary: "Three times Dr. Strange saved you, and the one time you saved him."

❧ A Sufficient Snuggle Substitute by withalittlehoney▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "When Stephen is called away to take care of a little problem, he leaves behind a special friend to keep you company."

❧ A Touch of Jealousy by brunchable▪︎18+▪︎〔E᜶A〕▪︎♥︎▪︎🚫▪︎

Summary: "[After the events of 'Poisonous Touch,'] Stephen reminds you, who your husband is."

❧ All Tied Up by lipstickmarks▪︎18+▪︎〔E〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "You and Stephen try bondage."

❧ Annoying by spookyspecterino▪︎〔F᜶M〕▪︎

Summary: "During an argument you let slip that you may have once had a crush on Stephen Strange, but Stephen doesn't reject you and some interesting things are revealed..."

❧ Breaking Codes of Conduct... by strangelure▪︎14+▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "Poor Wong [walks in on you] and Stephen getting steamy in the Sanctum library."

❧ Candies and Stickers by annesthaeticc▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "In one of the many multiversal travels with America Chavez and you, Stephen finds himself in another universe and meets a version of himself. A meeting he didn't quite expect."

❧ Caught in a Web￨Prt. II by strangelockd▪︎18+▪︎〔E〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "You find the Master of the Mystic arts in a very compramising position... " then "Stephen finally gets his long awaited payback for what you put him through."

❧ Dancing with Myself by just-the-hiddles▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "Stephen goes out with Wong for some groceries and comes back to find his cloak and [you getting] up to some shenanigans."

❧ Don't Be a Fool by sbnslver▪︎〔F᜶M〕

Summary: "You get hurt and you're in love with your best friend what could go wrong."

❧ Face Your Fears by lightmeuplivly▪︎〔F᜶M〕▪︎

Summary: "After coming back from the multiverse he writes you a letter telling you everything you need to know..."

❧ Falling in Love by maria4444▪︎〔E᜶F〕▪︎

Summary: "[During a drunken game of truth or dare, you're] dared to sit in Stephen's lap for… the night."

❧ Family Bliss by eviesarusrex▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎

Summary: "Stephen and [you] —world famous Avengers (but kinda retired) —are picking up [your] kids from school."

❧ Friday Night by ironstrange1991▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "It's Friday night and you decide to stop by the Sanctum and cook dinner while you wait for Stephen to come home."

❧ Happiness Looks Good on You by classickook▪︎〔F᜶C〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: Attending Christine's wedding with Stephen has you feeling a little insecure about your relationship, however, the truth is that he could not be more in love with you.

❧ Hypothermia by gaitwae▪︎〔F᜶C〕▪︎

Summary: "After Stephen comes back from a mission in the mountains, he's contracted hypothermia."

❧ I'm Not in Love by ro-is-struggling▪︎〔E᜶A〕▪︎

Summary: "You are not in love with Stephen Strange, he is insufferable and does nothing but get on your nerves... So why do you feel some type of way every time he mentions Christine's name?"

❧ I've Got You by withalittlehoney▪︎18+▪︎〔E᜶F〕▪︎

Summary: "You and Stephen have been friends for a while, and when you finally reveal your struggles with physical relationships, you make [him] an offer he could never refuse."

❧ Jealous Girl by strrvnge▪︎18+▪︎〔E〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "You've been invited to Christine's wedding as Stephen's plus one and while you're worried about getting late Stephen doesn't mind."

❧ Karaoke Night by annesthaeticc▪︎〔F〕▪︎

Summary: "The sorcerer supreme, the master of the mystic arts, and the disciple walk in to a karaoke bar on a Saturday night, fun ensues."

❧ Key to My Heart, the by sassenach-on-the-rocks▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: Stephen returns to the Sanctum and discovers you waiting for him for the first time since he gave you a key.

❧ Kicker of Mystical A** by generallynerdy▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "Mornings in the Strange household are... quiet, despite what people might think... Well, usually. Sometimes your husband's friends barge in... all comes with the job, you suppose. However, the first time they come knocking they are oddly quiet around you..."

❧ Lazy Time by withalittlehoney▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "Not every morning was perfect, but lazy mornings were about as close as you could get."

❧ Let's Fall in Love by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds▪︎〔F〕▪︎

Summary: "[You and Stephen] join the Avengers at Stark Tower. A friendly competition ensues where the sorcerers' musical knowledge is put to the test. Yes, [you're] friends, but [you can't deny you feel] something more for [your] mentor. Will hidden affections finally come to light through a bit of music?"

❧ Mrs. Strange by eviesarusrex▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: You and Stephen enjoy a moment alone at your wedding reception.

❧ My Doctor by withalittlehoney▪︎〔F᜶C〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "After a minor injury, Stephen retrieves you from the hospital and devotes all his time to doting on you."

❧ My Heart is Yours by sassenach-on-the-rocks▪︎〔F᜶C〕▪︎

Summary: "Months after breaking up with your ex, your friendship with Stephen Strange has quickly blossomed. But how much more will it grow when a long-held secret comes out?"

❧ Not Going Anywhere by lykaonimagines▪︎〔F᜶C〕▪︎

Summary: After years of being Hydra's guinea pig, you believed there was nothing you couldn't handle. However, taking care of a sick Stephen Strange might prove to be beyond your capabilities, especially when he won't stop flirting with you!

❧ Not So Bad￨Prt. II by lykaonimagines▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "[When the Avengers need to 'borrow a wizard'] for a mission,… Stephen isn't too happy [to have you] spending the night away from him, [leading] him to take matters into his own hands."

❧ Not Very Good at Subtle by geeky-politics-46▪︎18+▪︎〔E᜶F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "When another woman flirts with Stephen you give him a reason to remember exactly who he's going home with & you don't care who overhears it."

❧ Play Along by leydileyla▪︎18+▪︎〔E〕▪︎♥︎▪︎🚫▪︎

Summary: Stephen makes one of your darkest fantasies come true.

❧ Rain by ultralightpoe▪︎〔M᜶C〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "Stephen hates rain, and he also hates fighting with you."

❧ Reminders and Regrets by takemehomeplz▪︎〔A᜶C〕▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎

Summary: "You and Stephen both have different ideas of what it means to be safe, especially when it comes to your four-year-old daughter… and even more so when the activity in question involves messing around on the ice in the sanctum."

❧ Return to Me￨Prt. II by sassenach-on-the-rocks▪︎〔F᜶A〕▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎

Summary: "Returning home after being blipped Stephen comes back to the Sanctum and discovers that the Sanctum now has new occupants, you and his daughter Aurora."

❧ Sacrificial Love by omgstarks▪︎18+▪︎〔E᜶A〕▪︎♡▪︎

Summary: "He told you he loved you. He told you he'd protect you. Then why would he sacrifice you?"

❧ Save It til the Morning After by sassenach-on-the-rocks▪︎18+▪︎〔F᜶A〕▪︎

Summary: "[Your] relationship with Stephen Strange has evolved from colleagues to friends to more than friends. Now that it has been brought up by a third party, [you] and [Stephen] must navigate through feelings [you] can no longer ignore."

❧ Secret Behind the Smile￨Prt. II by eviesarusrex▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: You and Stephen have been covertly seeing each other for about a year, so far you haven't had an issue keeping your relationship a secret. However, it seems like your luck is starting to run out. How will everyone react when they discover your in a relationship with the sorcerer?

❧ Sick by bitternessismyname▪︎〔C〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "You get sick and being your as stubborn as your fiancé you refuse to stay in bed."

❧ Thousand Possibilities by curseofaphrodite▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: "Stephen visits the Stark Enterprises and stumbles upon you, but why did it seem like he already knew you?"

❧ Tied Together by withalittlehoney▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Touchy by withalittlehoney▪︎18+▪︎〔F〕▪︎

Summary: "Stephen doesn't mind PDA as much as he once did. Not with you, as he's been showing very well recently."

❧ Truce by withalittlehoney▪︎〔F〕▪︎

Summary: "A prank war between you and Stephen causes you to admit your feelings to one another."

❧ Two of You by lykaonimagines▪︎〔F᜶C〕▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎

Summary: Convinced you and Stephen are planning to send her away, America begins "helping" around the sanctum to convince you to let her stay, resulting in chaos and a long-overdue family conversation.

❧ Us Time by withalittlehoney▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: [...]

❧ Wall of Text by lykaonimagines▪︎〔F〕▪︎

Summary: "[Your] unspoken feelings for Stephen are driving [you mad] and making it impossibly hard to focus on [your responsibilities in the Sanctum. You've] got to let [them] go... but not without telling him. Sending a message when he's out in the cosmos and unable to receive it has to be the best solution, right?"

❧ When a Man Annoys a Woman by eviesarusrex▪︎〔E᜶F〕▪︎

Summary: "...What happens when Wong decides to set [you and Stephen] up on a blind date to confess your feelings to each other and give everyone at Kamar-taj a break from your and the doctor's constant bickering]."

❧ Where You're Going by spilledkauffie▪︎〔F᜶A〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

Summary: After an argument with Stephen you find yourself in the Rotunda of Getaways

❧ A Clumsy Pursuit by lokidokieokie▪︎〔F〕▪︎

❧ After Care by mostly-marvel-musings▪︎

❧ Another Reality by multific▪︎〔F〕▪︎𑁍▪︎

❧ Build-a-Bear Conversation by sorceress-marie▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Butterflies by dino-fart▪︎〔F〕▪︎

❧ Come to Bed by newtsniffles▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Cruel by dino-fart▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Family Picnic by dino-fart▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎

❧ Favourite Avenger by writings-of-a-british-fangirl▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Finally￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by whirlybirbs▪︎〔F〕▪︎

❧ First Kiss with Trembling Lips by dino-fart▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Good Girl by omgstarks▪︎18+▪︎〔E〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Happier Than Ever by sbnslver▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Holding Hands by dino-fart▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Kisses by iamnotoriginalphil▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Mellow Morning by itsactuallywhitewolf▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Mid-Day Nap by curseofaphrodite▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Quiet Moments by strange-mischief▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Say It Ain't So by sbnslver▪︎〔F᜶M〕▪︎

❧ Serious by multific▪︎〔F〕▪︎

❧ Sleep Tight Strange by minnie-marvel▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Sleepy by strange-mischief▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Stephen's Hands by ironstrange1991▪︎〔F᜶C〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Stephen's Surprise by worldofheros▪︎〔F〕▪︎♥︎▪︎𑁍▪︎

❧ Terribly Stubborn by delicrieux▪︎〔F〕▪︎

❧ What's in It for Me? by whirlybirbs▪︎〔F〕▪︎

❧ Wish You Were Here by ironstrange1991▪︎18+▪︎〔E〕▪︎♥︎▪︎

❧ Wrong One by sharksnshanks▪︎〔F〕▪︎

❧ Accidentally Sexting Stephen… by geeky-politics-46▪︎16+▪︎〔E᜶F〕▪︎

❧ One Bed Trope w/ Stephen… by geeky-politics-46▪︎18+▪︎〔F〕▪︎

❧ Stephen Crushing on You, His Friend…by geeky-politics-46▪︎〔F〕▪︎

❧ Stephen Fantasizing About Coming to Your Rescue… by geeky-politics-46▪︎〔F〕▪︎

See Also: Navigation | Stephen Strange Master Index

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Can my lovely tumblr friends send me all the greatest friends to lovers fics for Bucky? 🫣

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel #bucky barnes #winter soldier x reader

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Brain is going brrr at thinking of bun in the oven Steve in that last fic pumping you so full of cum your belly bloats a little bit and he’s just obsessed with the the fact that he’s cum in you so Fkn much 🫠🫠🫠 also thinking about him researching foods that can increase fertility and making you things to eat and and then you’re full and full

Or /somno/ him cockwarming you through the night to make sure the cum stays inside and you waking up to him cumming inside you again with “I’m sorry baby I couldn’t help it you were so warm and tight for me already”

OR I’m thinking about him preparing like a whole ass night of fertility foods bc he’s like 😡this is the night I’m maKING it happen and he forces himself to not cum for a couple days and builds it all up and just fucks you for hours straight to the point where he’s even sensitive and I’m SORRY but emo lil crying during sex Daddy!Steve is such a good thought - OH and him reading that cumming at the same time increases success so he’s making you wait too and you’re both just sensitive and emo and fucked out

*sighhh*

Anyways love ya -

ahhhhh i love ALL OF THIS!!!! and i love love love that you love baker!steve so much because i do too!!!

pumping you so full of cum your belly bloats a little bit and he’s just obsessed with the the fact that he’s cum in you so Fkn much

i...this is absolutely going into in a future fic with baker!steve. i haven't stopped thinking about it since you sent this!!!! steve wouldn't be able to stop kissing and stroking your little belly bulge and you're too exhausted and fucked out to mind 🥴🥴

and the fertility foods!! i'm gonna have to do some research of my own, but i could absolutely see baker!steve doing this!! and making a special night of it and getting EMOTIONAL!!! he definitely definitely would!!

also i love somno as a kink and had some plans to incorporate that into a future part so you can expect something along those lines to show up eventually 👀

ahhh ok ok i may not write all of your ideas but i will definitely be adding them to my list and we'll see!! thank you so so so much for this ask, i love hearing all about what you think baker!steve would do to make sure he put a bun in the oven ♡♡♡♡

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ivybucky · 5 months

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me when the READER in the X READER has a name:

like babe the fic ate but i do NOT look like an Aurora🙁

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ivybucky · 5 months

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Ahahah

Fuck me sideways

🥧 stuffed 🥧

baker steve rogers au: a bun in the oven 🥖 stuffed

pairing: baker!steve rogers x female reader

summary: steve wakes you up early on thanksgiving to steal a few moments together before you both need to get up.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut with lots of fluff, piv sex, creampie, teasing, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink, breeding kink with actual breeding, pregnancy kink, slight size kink, praise kink, pet names (love, kitten, baby), aftercare, multiple orgasms, established relationship

word count: 4.1k

a/n: i have no excuse for this except i just love love love baker!steve and i wanted to write more for him immediately (and i may or may not already have more ideas for additional parts 🫣). this was supposed to be shorter but i just couldn't stop writing!! still this is basically just smut with some serious fluff thrown in, so i hope y'all enjoy!!

a cozy steve rogers autumn masterlist

A warm, calloused palm stroked softly against your belly beneath your night shirt, rousing you gently from the depths of sleep. Firm heat pressed against your back, and a heavy band of steel was draped over your hip as those maddening fingers continued to stroke your skin. The smell of fresh-baked bread and woodsmoke settled deep in your lungs as you took a deep breath, resigning yourself to waking despite the tiredness clinging to the edges of your awareness.

Still, an easy smile tugged at your lips as you felt your partner, Steve Rogers, curl tighter around you. His super-soldier hearing must’ve picked up on the change in your breathing and he realized you were awake. His hand under your shirt grew infinitesimally more insistent, his touches stoking a heat to life between your thighs. You sighed softly, content for the moment.

But when your eyes fluttered open so you could turn and look at Steve’s handsome face—one of your favorite sights to wake up to in the morning—you saw the dim gray light filtering into the bedroom you shared with your partner. A groan caught in your throat as you realized it was before daybreak and the November sun was still lingering beneath the distant horizon.

“Steve,” you whined, closing your eyes again and burying your face in your pillow so that the rest of your words came out muffled. “It’s so early.” You were decidedly not a morning person but Steve, who’d retired as Captain America and opened his own bakery in Brooklyn, was often awake before the sun had risen. He didn’t typically try to wake you with him, and your still sleep-clouded brain tried to think if there was a special occasion.

After a moment, you dredged up the knowledge that it was Thanksgiving day, and you were both off work. You were just about to complain that he could finally sleep in since the bakery was closed, but then remembered he’d committed to baking a couple pies to bring to the festivities you’d be attending that afternoon. He’d been too busy filling bakery orders all week to make them ahead of time so he’d planned to wake up early. That didn’t mean you needed to wake up early, so you grumbled and tried to roll away from the groping hands of your partner.

“I know, love, I know,” Steve rumbled soothingly in his husky, sleep-roughened voice, his hands pulling you back into the cradle of his body. He nosed the collar of your shirt aside so he could press a kiss to the base of your neck, in the exact spot that always made you melt for him. “But I’ve missed you,” he went on, dragging lazy kisses up your throat and making you shiver ever so slightly.

Already, you could feel yourself warming for him, the throbbing center between your thighs growing wet as his lips worked against your skin. His hand beneath your shirt slid up your chest until he could grope unhurriedly at your tits, making your breathing turn heavy as he kneaded your soft flesh.

It had been almost two weeks since the day in your kitchen when you’d asked him to put a baby in you. Though you’d both worked hard to make it happen that day, you’d known it was unlikely since you were still on birth control, and you’d both been too busy since to keep trying. You missed Steve, too, and you were just about to say so when his fingers pinched one of your nipples lightly; all that came out of your mouth was a sharp gasp.

Steve started grinding his bulge against your ass while he plucked at your nipples with his skilled fingers and groped the soft mounds of your tits. “Please, kitten,” he rasped in your ear before nipping lightly at the skin just beneath, wringing a full-body shiver from you. “My balls are so heavy they’re aching, baby, ‘m not gonna make it till we get home tonight—need you now.” Steve’s voice, though still low and deep with arousal and sleep, held a hint of desperation that made your core throb.

Your whine was more breathy as you began rocking your hips to meet Steve’s grinding thrusts, feeling his cock twitch against the plush softness of your ass. You’d been reluctant to wake so early, but you had no intention of making Steve wait until the day was over to pump a load of his come in your womb—not when you were so wet for him already. Reaching back, you raked your nails through the hair at the base of Steve’s skull and cracked your eyes open, turning to catch your partner’s gaze.

“D’you have a treat for me, daddy?” you asked in the sweetest voice you could muster, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. You watched as a pleased smile pulled at Steve’s mouth but before he could say anything, you continued on. “Are you gonna fill up my belly with your cream and knock me up?”

Steve’s eyes darkened in the dim light of the room and a hungry grin flashed across his face before he ducked down and captured your lips in a fierce kiss. He pinched your nipple roughly, dragging another gasp from you and plunged his tongue past your parted lips. You were still half-asleep and deliciously overwhelmed by Steve’s kiss, and the way his hand was roughly groping at your tits.

When he pulled away, your lips felt bee-stung and your eyes were hazy with desire, making Steve grin wolfishly. His hand under your shirt slid down to your stomach and he cradled your belly before murmuring, “I’m gonna put a baby in this cute tummy.” He stroked your skin softly, teasing closer and closer to the edge of your panties. “Can’t wait to watch you swell with my child, love—can’t wait to take care of you both.”

Your heart felt full to bursting with love for Steve, and you whimpered pitifully with your need for him. “Daddy, please,” you whined, rocking your hips harder against his bulge. “Need your cock, need you to fuck me full of your cream, daddy, put a baby in me—get me pregnant, please!” You were babbling a little, your voice thin and breathy, but you couldn’t stop yourself, you wanted Steve so badly. All thoughts of going back to sleep had fled your mind.

Steve slipped his fingers beneath the hem of your panties and cupped your cunt possessively. “I’m gonna pump you so full of my seed, baby, you’re gonna be stuffed with my come all day,” he growled against your cheek as he plunged two fingers into your tight channel. “Want you walking around with my come leaking out of your cunt, remembering who you belong to—whose baby you’re gonna be carrying for nine months.” Steve added a third finger to your sopping wet hole, fucking you open and readying you for his cock.

“F-fuck, daddy, please,” you begged breathlessly, loving when Steve got possessive. You could hear the wet sounds your pussy was making as he fingerfucked you, and it only turned you on more, loosening your tongue to meet his dirty talk with some of your own. “Make me go out with your come in my womb,” you whined pleadingly, catching Steve’s eye over your shoulder. “I won’t be able to think about anything except coming home and bending over for you, daddy, so you can dump another load in my pussy and keep trying to put a baby in me.”

“Good girl, kitten,” Steve rasped in your ear as he slid his fingers from your pussy. Because he was curled around your back, you couldn’t see what he was doing, but when the back of his hand brushed against your ass and he bit off a groan a moment later, you imagined him freeing his cock from his boxer briefs and wrapping his wet fingers around it, stroking himself with your arousal.

You whined a little in impatience, but Steve didn’t make you wait. He shoved your panties down over your ass, leaving them mid-thigh like he was too eager to get inside you to take them off entirely. Then he notched the head of his bare cock at your tight hole and began pushing inside.

You were wet and throbbing from Steve’s fingers, but his cock was so big that even when only the tip pushed inside, you gasped at the stretch. “Oh god,” you moaned, your fingers scrabbling at the sheets in front of you, clinging onto something while Steve rocked into you. His big, strong hand gripped your hip firmly while he pulled out and thrust back into you, going deeper each time as he split you open on his cock. “Daddy, ’s so big,” you whined breathlessly, pressing your face into your pillow.

Steve chuckled behind you, squeezing your hip reassuringly. “Don’t worry, it’ll fit,” he promised, his voice filled with warmth and affection. When you grumbled a little, he ducked forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek, his stubble rasping over your soft skin. “You were made to take daddy’s cock, baby.” His voice was a gentle rumble against your jaw as he slipped his fingers between your thighs and found your clit. He rubbed your little pearl until you were mewling for him, your inner walls clamping down on his hard length. “Feel that?” he asked, his voice rougher with his own pleasure but still soaked in adoration. “That’s your pussy begging for more of daddy’s cock.”

“More, daddy!” you cried, relishing in the feeling of Steve’s cock stretching your tight hole. The exquisite sting nearly took your breath away, until you were gasping into your pillow, your hands fisted in the sheets while you tried to rock back on his length. “I need more, more, more—I want it all, please, daddy,” you whined breathlessly.

With a grunt, Steve pressed forward until he was fully sheathed in your cunt, dragging a keening sound from your lips while he groaned into your neck. “Feel so good, baby,” he mumbled against your skin, his fingers still rubbing idly at your clit, making you pulse around him as he drove your pleasure higher toward its peak. “Gonna stuff you full of more than cock before I’m done with you, love.”

His seductive warning hung in the quiet of your bedroom, and you smiled at its implication. “Gonna fill me up with your cream, daddy?” you asked playfully, turning your head to catch Steve’s eye over your shoulder. You smirked at him. “Gonna make a cream pie in my pussy?”

Steve’s eyes danced with humor in the growing light of the morning. He chuckled and curled around you to press a kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, his lips hovering near yours, his breath licking into your mouth. “I love you,” he rumbled, repressed laughter deepening his voice into a rough growl.

Your own love for Steve swelled in your heart and you smiled, tilting your head up to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. “I love you, too, Steve,” you whispered, emotion clogging your throat. You reached an arm back so you could thread your fingers through Steve’s hair, clinging to him and tugging at him to draw him closer, whining when it didn’t feel close enough.

Understanding your need to be close, Steve pulled free from your pussy and quickly rolled you over to face him. He kicked the blankets off your bodies where they tangled up in your limbs and shredded your panties so he could pull your leg up over his hip. Steve stared deep into your eyes as he buried his cock back in your body, the intensity of his gaze making you hold your breath long enough to feel light-headed. You cupped his face in your hands while he started fucking you with slow, almost lazy thrusts, like he was taking his time and wanted to make the most of your stolen morning moments.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good around my cock, kitten,” Steve groaned, his handsome face twisting in pleasure. You watched, loving the way his brows wrinkled and his mouth curved, making him look nearly feral for you. When he thrust into you harder, your spine arched and you let out a soft cry. Steve’s gaze focused on you, his hands groping your ass and holding you steady so he could fuck into you. “Can you feel me leaking inside you, baby?” he rumbled, the corner of his mouth quirking in a smirk. “My balls are so full, ‘m leaking so much,” he said, ducking forward and nuzzling your face with his. “I’m making such a mess of your sweet cunt before I even come.”

You moaned, clinging to Steve while he fucked you, feeling the drag of his cock against your sensitive inner walls. When he hit the end of you, making your cunt clench around him, you felt his length throb in response. His cock twitched inside your tight hole and you knew he was leaking precum into your pussy. “Feel you, daddy,” you mumbled. “Feel you knocking me up—feels so good.” Your last word was dragged out on a moan as you threw your head back, reveling in the feeling of Steve’s cock splitting your pussy open again and again and again.

One of Steve’s hands shifted around your hip to splay across your belly. He pressed lower, over where your womb would be, making you feel his cock all the more keenly. You mewled, your lashes fluttering as you struggled to keep your eyes open through the pleasure. “That’s right, baby, I’m gonna knock you up,” Steve rasped, stroking his warm hand softly over your heated skin. “I’m gonna put a baby right here, and make you a mommy.”

Your cunt clenched down around Steve’s hardness at his words, and you whined with how close you were to the edge of your release. Opening your eyes and staring at Steve, you begged, “Please, daddy, please, please.” You were so far gone, you didn’t know if you were begging to come or for Steve to stuff you full of his seed, but it didn’t matter since there was no way he would let himself come before he’d made you come first.

Steve rolled on top of you, so you were pressed into the mattress and covered by your super-solder’s much larger body. He started fucking you harder and faster, pounding into your pussy while he shoved your legs up until your knees were nearly pressed to your shoulders. The loud smacking sounds of his skin slapping against yours and the wet noises of your pussy filled the room, joining your broken moans and his pleasured grunts.

“Rub your clit, baby,” Steve rasped as he rutted into you and you knew he was close. You reached between your bodies and found the sensitive bundle of nerves, your fingers pressing against it in tight circles. “That’s it, good girl, rub your pretty little pearl for daddy,” Steve rumbled, staring down at the sight of your fingers rubbing your clit and his big cock splitting you open.

“Daddy,” you gasped, dragging Steve’s attention away from your pussy. He stared at you, watching pleasure wash over your face while you both worked each other up to the edges of your releases. “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you chanted, your lips unable to form any other words.

“Good girl, baby,” Steve praised, ducking down to pepper your face with kisses. “Make yourself come on daddy’s cock,” he urged, his voice warm and sweet in your ear. His cock was so big, and felt so good fucking your little pussy, your pleasure tightening in your center. “Wanna feel your cunt milk me while I stuff you full of daddy’s cream, love.”

Your fingers rubbed harder and faster at your clit and, suddenly, you were there, hurtling over the edge of your release. You came with a strangled cry, your body quaking with pleasure as your cunt clenched down hard on Steve’s cock—hard enough that he grunted, and his thrusts turned wild as he chased his own release.

“So good, fuck, that’s it, kitten, milk daddy’s cock,” he groaned, his hips slapping against the backs of your thighs as he pounded into you. You squeezed him even harder with your inner walls, smirking when his eyes opened wide and he stared down at you. “Milk me, baby,” he rasped, going harder until you were certain he was using some of his super-soldier strength, though you didn’t mind since it dragged out the aftershocks of your own release.

You did as Steve said, clenching your pussy around his cock purposefully while you stared up into his face. “Put a baby in me, daddy, stuff me full of your come until there’s no way I’m not knocked up,” you begged in a husky whisper. Reaching up, you cupped Steve’s face and dragged him down for a messy kiss. “Make me a mommy, daddy,” you whined against his mouth. “Please, please, please!”

“Oh fuck, ‘m gonna come,” he mumbled, and then he was burying his cock deep in your pussy—so deep he hit your cervix, dragging a cry from your lips. “Take it, love, take my come—fucking take it.” Steve groaned loudly, and his body shuddered as he emptied his balls into you, your still fluttering walls milking his seed from his length and taking it deep into your womb.

After long moments of your bodies rocking together and eking out every ounce of pleasure from your releases, Steve sagged to the side, rolling you with him and keeping his cock sheathed deep in your pussy. Your leg hooked over his hip as you snuggled into him. Steve’s hand stroked up and down your spine beneath your sleep shirt as he rumbled a pleased sound deep in his chest.

“Christ, I’ll never get tired of coming in your cunt, love,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your brow, then dragging his lips to your temple and dropping a kiss there, too. “You take me so fucking well.” His arms held you tight to his chest so your head was tucked beneath his chin. You were enveloped in his warmth and his scent, like warm bread and woodsmoke. “My perfect girl.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead, his stubble rasping against your skin and making you giggle.

Your heart was so full of love, it felt like it was close to bursting, but you knew that’d never happen—not with Steve Rogers taking such good care of you. With a contented sigh, you settled into Steve’s chest, basking in the feeling of his still half-hard cock in your pussy. You could feel his come dripping from your hole and making a mess of your thighs, but you couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it in the moment, not when your body felt so deliciously heavy and sated.

As you relaxed, you remembered something you needed to tell Steve, but hadn’t had a chance to because you’d both been so busy getting ready for the holiday. “I went off my birth control this week,” you murmured, shifting your head so you could press a kiss to the base of Steve’s throat, knowing he’d be pleased by the news. “My doctor said I could get pregnant anytime now.”

Just as you’d suspected, Steve sucked in a happy breath and he squeezed you tighter in his arms. “That’s amazing, love,” he rasped, his voice sounding clogged with emotion. When you eased back so you could look up into Steve’s face, you knew your assessment was right. His expression was filled with so much hope and love it took your breath away. “I love you,” he said, tears shining in his bright blue eyes.

Tears sprang to your own eyes and you offered him a wobbly smile. “I love you, too, Steve,” you murmured before cupping his face in your hands and pulling him in for a kiss. It was slow and sweet at first, Steve’s tongue tracing the seam of your lips before diving inside your mouth. Steadily, the kiss grew more heated until you were pressing yourself harder against Steve’s chest, your hips working in small rolls as you felt his cock growing hard in your pussy.

When you finally pulled away, gasping for air, a smirk was tugging at the corner of your mouth. “D’you have more cream for me?” you asked in a lightly teasing tone. “One cream pie wasn’t enough to empty your heavy balls, daddy?” You rolled your hips more purposefully, grinding down on Steve’s cock as he thickened inside your tight hole, stretching you out.

“One is never enough where you’re concerned, love,” he rumbled, a smile spreading across his face. His big hands took hold of your ass and he started fucking you in slow, lazy thrusts, pressing deep inside you with each one. “Does my greedy kitten want more of daddy’s cream?” he asked, nuzzling the side of your face while he stroked his cock in and out of your pussy.

Already, pleasure was coiling in your body and you gasped when he pressed deep, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix. The tease of him burying another load of come in your cunt and possibly knocking you up was enough to make you shiver and whine. “Wanna be stuffed full, daddy, please!” you begged, your hips meeting his thrusts readily, your skin slapping together.

Steve pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling away with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, baby,” he murmured, fucking you nice and slow with his thick cock, making you feel every inch of him until you were a gasping, quivering mess. “I won’t stop until you’re stuffed.”

True to his word, Steve spent the early morning hours of Thanksgiving filling you up with his come over and over again until you couldn’t take anymore. The sun had long since risen, casting your Brooklyn street in golden autumn light, by the time Steve dragged himself away from your boneless body. He helped you clean up in the bathroom, then carried you to the living room and tucked you in under a blanket on the couch where you could watch him work in the kitchen. In between working on his pies, he brought you coffee and breakfast while you dozed on the couch.

The two of you were late to the Thanksgiving festivities you attended that day, but your friends and family were too excited by the pies Steve had brought to give you much grief. And if they noticed that Steve was being even more touchy and affectionate with you, to the point that he was never far from you, no one said anything. You assumed they must’ve chalked it up to you both being in an exceptionally good mood, which, of course, you were.

But you knew the real reason behind Steve’s inability to go without touching you for more than a few minutes—it was because he was just as excited as you were to get home that evening and continue trying for a baby. And when you finally made it home, Steve had you bent over for him in no time, his fingers pushing deep into your already wet cunt to push the come that had dripped out of you back into your pussy.

It wasn’t long before you were begging for his cock, and he indulged you, fucking into you with hard, fast strokes. His body curled over yours and he pressed a hand to your lower stomach, murmuring in your ear about how he was going to knock you up and put his child in your belly. It was all you could do to whimper and moan and beg for him to make you a mommy.

For the rest of the evening, you both enjoyed the time you finally had together, your bodies entwined as you murmured hungry pleas back and forth. Steve was an attentive, indulgent partner, feeding you bites of leftover pie in between pumping you full of his come while you did your best to milk his cock of every drop of his seed.

As the night went on, you were sure of one thing—the thing you were most grateful for was having Steve Rogers in your life. He was the perfect partner for you in every way. And he proved it over and over again that night by taking care of you and making sure you were stuffed in more ways than one that Thanksgiving.

baker steve rogers au: a bun in the oven 🥖 stuffed

a cozy steve rogers autumn masterlist

#nsfw #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #fic rec #my GOD #IM AT WORKKKK #UNFAIR

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ivybucky · 6 months

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If you love me, you’ll recommend some fics where Bucky is an asshole and then apologizes for being mean.

Also 1000 forehead kisses if you can recommend something where Steve cheats and we end up with Bucky.

Pwease. With Huggies.

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ivybucky · 6 months

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I’m in the mood to continue writing my Bucky Barnes masterpiece series

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I need alpha Quarterback Bucky with a cute little cheer leader omega. I'm so feral today, sorry but also send help. Because he is an absolute fuck boy but your his favorite little rut toy.

“Alpha” you squeak as he takes your hand and presses it against his thick bulge, finding you in the locker rooms after a game.

“C’mere pretty mega” he practically purrs against your neck, catching you by surprise. He picks you up with ease, setting you onto the counter while his sinful hands start to kneed at your hips, pulling your tiny skirt up, tearing off your cotton panties. You whimper with need, the scent of your arousal nearly making him drool. He shamelessly pulls his cock out, pumping it, flicking his cock head against your swollen clit making you whine, smearing his arousal over your sensitive nub. “Gonna help your alpha, baby?”

It's a game you both play. After all, he wasn't really your alpha. He hadn't marked you. You weren't his. But that doesn't matter right now. Not when his leaky cock is begging for relief.

You nod, gasping when he pulls you off the counter, bending you over, his tip rubbing up and down before sliding in with one thrust, his head thrown back when he start to build up a steady pace, slamming your hips to meet his.

"A-Alpha!" You cry out, grasping the edge of the counter, his cock deep in your pussy, his unforgiving thrusts speeding up. "Oh god, please!"

He watches your face twists in the mirror reflection, his cute little cheer leader who screams his name both on the field and with his cock deep in her, no one suspecting the innocent omega to be so cockdrunk over the college football player.

“That’s it, good little mega, so fuckin good” He groans, his thighs tensing as his knott begins to swell, panting and grunting, his dick almost hurting with how hard he was for you. No one made him more animalistic than you, your sweet scent making him leak into your pyssy. "Gonna give you my knot, you want that 'mega?"

Your sweet neck is so tempting to him and he wants to sink his teeth in, marking and claiming you. He nudges his nose against your juncture, nipping softly making you whine, craning your neck to give him more access, your desperation making it harder for him to resist.

"Don't tempt me 'mega" He warns, biting softly, his hand coming to wrap around your throat.

"P-Please! Fuck, yes, please, gimmie your knot alpha-want-want it!" You stutter out, eyes rolling back as he growls, fucking you harder, his hand coming around to toy with your clit, rubbing it with his calloused fingers.

"Greedy little 'mega" He moans, struggling to hold back any longer, his cock bursting with cum when he feels you clench around him, "Oh fuck m'cumming, take it babydoll, take my cum"

He pants against your neck, staying buried deep in your pussy while his cock softens, the mess he made inside you slowly seeping out.

“Hmm” a low growl emits from his chest, watching his seed drip between your soft thighs, milky cream sticky and thick. “Can’t wait till the day get to fill you up with pups, mama”

He shoves two thick fingers back into your sensitive pussy making you cry out, his pink lips hushing you with a deep kiss before pulling away and giving your ass a spank. He leaves you panting and messy, fucking your brains out like he owns you, leaving for practice seconds later.

Of course, he thinks he’s just using you. He thinks this is just a game to play. He smirks when he sees you in your uniform again, giving him a shy smile as you approach him after a game. He loves that he has you at his beck and call whenever he wants, your little omega pussy all jus for him.

That is until he smells the scent of another alpha near by and he nearly bares all his teeth, shoving you behind him so your out of sight, protected behind his large form. He knows Walker has had his eye on you every time they visit the campus, the blonde rival happy to try and make a move on the sweet cheer leader with no alpha.

"What's wrong Barnes, scared of a little competition" Walker taunts and Bucky nearly pounces on him, his hands still balled into fists, holding back when he feels your hand grab his wrist.

"Alpha lets go" you whisper and his protective side immediately comes out, seeing you distressed worried face.

"Since when was he your alpha, hmm, 'mega?" Walker smirked making you whimper from embarrassment, immediately letting go of Bucky's wrist.

He wasn't wrong.

Bucky felt a different surge of anger flow through his veins while Steve stepped in between the two men before things got ugly. Bucky shoved Walker out of the way, scooping you into his arms and straight to his place, unable to bear the thought of another man trying to touch what's his, hating the way your face had fallen after what he'd said to you.

You were his Omega.

He was your alpha.

As soon as he gets you in his room, he throws you on his bed, tearing your clothes off without a care in the world. His natural woodsy scent of pine and leather make you wet, your pussy aching, feeling so empty while he tosses his own clothes aside. There's no time to prep when he man handles you onto all fours, spanking your ass when you arch your back, presenting for him, his thick cock humping your folds.

"Whose your Alpha" He demands, dragging his tip up and down at a torturous pace, spanking you again when you wiggle your hips. "Say it!"

"You James, Alpha please, need-need yo-OH GOD YESS" Your words slut into screams of pleasure as he slams into you and fucks you hard and fast, his swollen balls hitting your clit with each stroke.

"That's right. You're mine. My fuckin' omega, m'you're alpha, you hear me?" He forces his cock as deep as it would go, as if trying to claim every bit of your body from the inside and out.

"Mine. Mine. Mine" Bucky growls, slamming into you with unrelenting thrusts, shaking away the disgusting thought of another man trying to have you, his girl, how dare anyone else trying to lay their hands on you. He stars at your sweet unmarked neck, drooling at the touched skin. He wanted nothing more than to show everyone exactly who you belonged to.

"Wanna make you mine forever 'mega" he warns, holding back from sinking his teeth in, nearly whining with his eyes shut. "Wanna mark you, let me mark you up sweet girl, show everyone who you belong to"

"Mark me Bucky" You cry out, his hands coming on top of yours, fingers lacing together as he continues to rut into you.

"Gonna mark you up and fill you till your swollen n'round. Wanna get you nice n'heavy till those little uniforms don't fit n'all you can wear are my clothes, let everyone know who you belong to" He growls, his cock starting to swell like never before, the feeling almost painful.

"Please alpha, please-wan' it-need it!" You beg, gasping at the feeling of his base growing, his moas filling the room. He licks and nips at your neck, whining when you clench around his cock, moving and giving him more access to your skin.

"Mine" He grits before sinking his teeth in, pleasure and pain filling you, a different kind of relief flooding your senses as his knot pops, the both of you collapsing in his bed, his cock still deep inside you. He holds you tightly in his thick arms, soothing you with soft caresses along your sensitive skin.

"You're mine omega" He pants, kissing your mark, cradling your fucked out form to his chest, "All mine"

My bad.

#nsfw #alpha bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #fic rec #I’m a mess rn

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ivybucky · 6 months

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not without you

Viking Chief!Bucky x Witch!Reader

Run-through: You’re a powerful witch, famous and respected for your mastery of magic and ability to control the elements. Naturally, people always need you. Vikings, kings, and common men alike, be it to magically save dying crops, help them win battles, or to protect their people by manipulating the weather. One day, a certain blue-eyed Viking chief asks for your help. Bucky Barnes – one of the strongest, most feared of his kind, known for his ruthlessness and brutal nature. He offers your wandering self shelter and protection in return for your help in keeping his people and crops alive and well with the harsh winter approaching fast. And you can’t seem to refuse his offer…

Themes: witch!reader, viking chief!bucky, smut, fluff, mild knife kink, cosy winter vibes, metal arm, tatted!bucky, possessive!bucky, slight angst, HEA,

a/n: thank you for 28k. I love you.

The wind whispered that he was on his way to you.

By the time the Chief and his men made their way to your makeshift shack on the edge of the woods, you were already out waiting for them.

Hidden under your billowy cloak, with the hood hiding most of your face, you stood and faced the men with confidence. You couldn’t see them, given the hood, but you sensed the way the Chief got off of his horse, clutching his sword in hand as he took a step. Not in fear, no. But in that arrogant way you’d expect a Chief to move.

“Witch.” He greeted you. It was the only way he could greet you anyway, nobody knew your name.

You smirked. Finally peeling your hood off your head. You gave him a brief nod, “Chief.” You looked him right in those ocean blue eyes of his and judging by the look in them, you could tell he wasn’t used to people maintaining eye contact with him. He was an important man after all, and most people feared him.

But your magic had a way of reading people for you and… there was nothing to be afraid of. Not of him. He did look every bit of the fearsome viking he was known as though. Thick furs couldn’t hide the tall, muscular body. His shoulder length brown hair braided in some places. His handsome face was serious, like he rarely smiled. And all that ink all over his neck, and arm – just one arm because the other one was made of pure metal.

You had heard stories of how he’d lost his arm in battle, and how a great, benevolent king – also a close friend of his – had the metal arm constructed for him.

But above all else, the Chief was devastatingly handsome. You’d known, courted, and befriended quite some men. Hunters. Lords. Warlocks. Princes. Kings. Yet none were quite as devastatingly handsome as the Chief.

You quickly looked behind him and saw two men standing taller and prouder than the rest of the warriors. The wind whispered their names to you. Sam. Steve. Both were just as handsome as their Chief, however there was something about the male standing in front of you with a sword in hand. Thick white fur wrapped around his shoulders. Clear, icy blue eyes. Pink mouth. The cold made his cheeks and nose red.

“We heard rumours that you were close to our village, and we’ve come to ask for your help.” The Chief said, gracefully, calmly.

You gave him a nod. “I know.” You said quietly. “The north wind brings news that this winter will be exceptionally harsh.”

Bucky gave you that look that most people gave you when they figured out that your magic was indeed real. He was just a little surprised, but composed himself. “We desperately need your help.” He spoke again.

You agreed to help of course. This was your purpose with the magic you had.

And since you had little to pack, you went with them immediately. They didn’t bring an extra horse so you rode with the handsome Chief back to his village where you would be spending the entirety of the coming winter.

You never asked for anything in exchange. Some witches did, most of them did not. Mainly because you never needed anything, you had magic and you could conjure anything you wanted out of nothing. But you liked having company of people. So you considered that payment.

And after spending months on your own, you were looking forward to meeting new people, helping them.

During the ride back to the village you’d be calling home for the coming months, you felt the Chief tense behind you. His muscular arms circled around you as he held the reins but he was respectful enough to keep a few inches between you and him. You could only assume how much stress he was putting on his back to keep him from slouching forward.

You hid your smile as you sensed that he was nervous. “You don’t have to be so tense.” You said, turning your head to the side a little. “Witches don’t bite.” You spoke quietly so that the men behind you wouldn’t hear.

“I don’t…” He let out a huff of warm air. “I don’t want to be disrespectful.”

You smirked, but he couldn’t see it. “I’m just saying, you could use the warmth.”

He didn’t know what you meant until he slowly inched closer, his chest pressing against your back. Even with the multiple layers separating the two of you, your body heat wrapped around him in a way that had him sighing in relief.

Without another word said, his metal arm wrapped around your middle as he pulled you against him even more. You smiled as he leaned in to whisper into your ear, “You’re very warm.” He sounded a little surprised. His deep, gravelly voice making you shiver despite the warmth.

“Magic, remember?”

He hummed in response, keeping his arm loosely around your waist as he took you to his village. The tension between you two felt electric.

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The ride wasn’t too long, and soon you arrived at the village. It was larger than you had imagined. Busier, but tidier.

Once you got past the tall, wooden palisades you could see more of the daily activities. Hunters sharpening their weapons, warriors training, children running around. You spotted the vast crops, the rivers.

There was so much you couldn’t see, but the elements spoke to you. You knew there was a lake here somewhere. The Chief’s hall was beyond the wooden houses which were scattered all over. You knew there were people gathered somewhere near the beach, working on building a new boat. Multiple boats in fact.

“Welcome to my home.” The Chief whispered as he led you deeper into the village.

Judging by the relieved smiles on people’s faces as they spotted you, you knew they were aware that you were here to help them. You smiled back to as many as you could on your way to the main area, in the middle of the village.

The Chief helped you off the horse and when you thanked him he said, “You can call me Bucky. All my friends do.”

You gave me a smile, “Alright, Bucky.”

He nodded, then pointed at a wooden house, not far from his residence, and said, “I hope you’ll be comfortable here.”

One of the ladies was beside you immediately, saying she wanted to help you get settled in. So with one last glance at Bucky, you made your way to your new, temporary home.

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The moment he walked into his home, sighing in relief at the feeling of warmth, his two best friends rushed in after him, grinning like they were up to no good. Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam and Steve as he poured wine into three cups.

“What?” He barked at them, handing them their cups before he sat on one of the few stairs that led to his seat. The one he sat on when he had to act as Chief. But when he was with his friends, he didn’t like sitting on it.

“Are we going to address the heated looks you and the witch have been sharing or are we going to pretend nothing’s happening here?” Sam teased, leaning against a nearby table.

Steve chuckled, sitting down near the fire in the middle of the room. “Yeah Chief, what’s going on?”

Bucky glared at them both. He loved them to death, would die and kill for them in a heartbeat. But gods, they could be so annoying. “Enough,” He grumbled as they both laughed shamelessly at him, “She’s our guest. Most of all, we need her to survive this winter. Be respectful.”

Sam smirked and said, “Is that what that was on the ride back? The two of you as close as lovers? Was that you being respectful?”

Steve’s laughter echoed around the hall. Bucky wanted to chuck his cup at both of them but he didn’t want to waste the wine so he just rolled his eyes again, “Get out both of you.”

“Oh come on, Buck.” Steve spoke up, “With her as your wife we would be unstoppable.”

Sam nodded, “Exactly.”

“Both of you, shut up.”

“I mean, she is beautiful. If you’re not interested, I might check out what else her magic can do when-,” Steve stopped talking the moment Bucky threw his cup at him, wine and all.

Sam choked on his drink and laughed even harder.

Shortly after, Bucky kicked both of them out of his home. He was surprised at how it suddenly got hard to breathe or think the moment Steve even jokingly hinted at getting intimate with you. Bucky felt so protective over you despite having met you just hours ago.

He just wished he could keep that under control for the coming months. You were his guest after all. He couldn’t be inappropriate.

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He couldn’t sleep that night. The village was quiet, dark. The night was cold given winter was approaching really fast. The next day, he had plans to give you a tour of the village and thinking about spending hours with you was making him nervous. But in a good way. Gods, he was turning into a little boy with a crush. This was bad for his image.

He couldn’t sleep, so he figured a walk might tire him out. So he layered up in his favourite furs, grabbed a torch and stepped outside. It was dark, save for the moonlight. And also light coming from your temporary home.

Bucky was walking towards the wooden house before he even realised it. His hand was knocking against the door before he could talk himself out of it. He should let you rest. He should act like a grown up and walk away right now. Being Chief he should–

He stopped functioning the moment you opened the door and looked up at him. Dressed in a beige night dress, a woollen blanket wrapped around your shoulders, and the dimmed light of the torches made you look ethereal just standing there at the door.

You spoke first, “Bucky.” You didn’t sound surprised. You knew he was coming over the moment he stepped out of his home. “It’s rather late, is something wrong?” You couldn’t help but ask. You knew he was coming over, but you didn’t know why. Your magic, fortunately, didn’t allow you to read minds.

Bucky placed the torch on the sconce by the door and cleared his throat, standing proud and tall like one would expect him to. “I saw your lights were still on. I couldn’t help but worry so I… uh, came to check.” He paused, awkwardly. “Do you… are you comfortable? Do you need anything?”

You sensed his slight nervousness even without using your magic. You tilted your head to the side and smiled at him, “I’m very comfortable. Your people were kind enough to–” You stopped, noticing how foggy his breaths were, “Please come in,” You opened the door wider, “It’s cold out.”

Bucky accepted the invitation. As soon as he stepped in, you placed your hand on his chest. Bucky blinked and in the fraction of a second, he felt comfortably warm. He gave you a thankful smile.

You smirked playfully and whispered, “Magic.” Then you moved towards the makeshift kitchen, “Tea?”

Bucky grimaced and said, “I don’t like that bitter stuff.” He mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

You chuckled, “I bet you will like this one.” You went ahead and made him chamomile tea, with warm milk and a generous dollop of honey.

By the time you brought the mug to him, you found him bent over your little desk. He was looking down at the map you were currently making, your special black ink on special parchment paper.

Bucky whispered his thanks as he took the mug, then said, “You’re making a map of the village?” He sounded both amazed and confused. “No one has been able to make one this accurate. You haven’t even… “ He paused, “Of course,” He smirked, “Magic.”

You smiled. “Maps help me control my spells better. It’s enchanted parchment you see,” You pointed at the map, “I can even work from here with the help of the map.” You looked back up at him and saw the look of delight on his face as he took his first sip of the tea.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “You laced this with magic as well?”

You giggled, “No, just milk and honey.”

Bucky just stared at you with soft eyes. In the dim, golden lights his eyes twinkled like that of a wolf. You stared into them, neither of you spoke. Until he finally blinked, pointed at the map and said, “It must be incredible, being this talented.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle in a self-deprecating way. “Talent.” You repeated, looking down at the map. Then quietly said, “I was always taught and told that my magic was a great weapon. But thank you, I guess.”

Without another word said, Bucky placed his half empty mug down and grabbed both of your hands in his large, warm ones. He tugged you closer, gently. Just the slightest bit so he could have your undivided attention.

“You’re not a weapon. You won’t ever be one, not here.” He said, softly. Slowly. “You are our salvation.”

You had been repaid in many ways throughout your life. Chests filled with gold. Jewels. Feasts and balls thrown in your name. Even a few marriage proposals from influential families. But no one had ever told you that you were their salvation. Something about Bucky saying it, even before you got him and his people through the winter, made you tear up just a little.

His face softened as he wiped that tear away from your cheek with his slightly cold metal arm. “I mean it.” He whispered. Then he leaned in and kissed you on the cheek, whispering, “You are so beautiful.” Then a little closer to your mouth. “So warm.” Then finally pressed his lips against yours as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer and pressing you against the soft furs he was wearing.

You couldn’t help but moan quietly into the kiss. That made him growl, made him deepen the kiss. His warm hand cradled your face as his metal arm wrapped around your waist. His lips were surprisingly soft, and his kiss was gentle. Sensual. Your hands wandered over his chest. You could feel his heart racing. You could feel him breathing deeper, but refusing to break the kiss.

You gasped in pleasure when his mouth left your lips briefly to kiss along your jaw, making your heart flutter in anticipation. But then, he stopped and pulled away. He was breathless, frowning, his lips wet and pink.

“I… I shouldn’t.” He licked his lips and you almost moaned again. “You’re…” He took a deep breath. “You’re my guest. And you only just got here.” He shook his head, as if disappointed in himself. “I shouldn’t have pounced on you like an animal like that.”

You fixed the blanket around your shoulders, giving him a playful, though disappointed, smile. “I’ve heard a lot of things about you, but no one even mentioned you were such a proper gentleman.”

Bucky cleared his throat, then gave you a heated look that screamed that if he didn’t get out of here right this instant he would surely be pouncing on you again. “I should go.” He mumbled. “Thank you for the tea.”

You nodded, “You’re very welcome. I will see you tomorrow, for the tour?”

He nodded. Then as he turned to leave, he paused. He turned back around and unwrapped the thick white fur from around his shoulders and placed it on your desk. The tunic he wore was loose around his neck so you could see the ink on his skin peaking through. “Keep this,” He said, “you might need it for tomorrow.”

You smirked, understanding what he was playing at. He knew you could keep yourself warm. But he just wanted you to wear something of his while he showed you around tomorrow. He wanted everyone to see you wearing something of his. You had heard of vikings being territorial, and truthfully, you didn’t mind this one bit.

You played along, pretending to be oblivious. “Won’t you be cold then?”

As he stepped out of the door, he turned to look at you. Smirked and said, “I think your magic will keep me warm enough.”

You chuckled as he shut the door behind him, took his torch and left. Who knew the Chief would be such a flirt?

—

Bucky had never been this excited to give someone a tour of his village. He was at your door the next morning, early and ready. He knew you already had a map, but he wanted you to see the place properly.

You caught the approval in his smile when he saw you wearing the fur he left you as you stepped out to join him. He was wearing black furs, and looked just as majestic.

“My people are delighted that you’re here to save us from the winter,” He said as the two of you began walking towards the centre of the village, the busiest part he told you. “So expect a lot of gifts along the way.”

You didn’t know what to expect. And even after politely refusing many, many tokens of thanks from his people, you already had baskets filled with cheese, berries, fresh bread and you were even done with the tour yet. Bucky, of course, carried the baskets for you.

He was in a good mood, you realised. He was showing off a little as he gave you the tour. Showing you all the new warehouses, the new boats that were being built near the beaches, the new houses being made as the number of people grew.

He showed you the hall where himself, Steve, and Sam often trained young kids. They taught them how to fight, to defend. They’re vikings, they need to be ready, he said, for anything and everything.

He had a glow on his face as he spoke about the kids, and you couldn’t help but ask, “How come you don’t have any?”

Bucky gave you a faint smile. Then said, “After my father died, I had to take care of everything around here. And I guess I never had time.” He paused, “I also never found the right person.”

You turned to look at him and he was looking the other way, surely hiding a smirk. You decided to drop the subject.

Bucky led you deeper into the village, near the lake. “It looks incredible in the summer, but–,” He stopped talking once the two of you heard male voices shouting. It sounded like it was coming from the lake.

You followed Bucky as he rushed to the lakeside and let out a groan. You chuckled once you saw what he was looking at. His two friends, Steve and Sam, arguing in the water about who pushed who first.

Bucky sighed and said, “I apologise, I wish these two would act like adults.” Then he yelled at them, “Hey! Stop trying to make me look bad. And get out of the water both of you, I can’t have you both freeze to death!”

You watched how the two of them swam towards the shore and eventually got out, trembling.

“Gods, I hate you.” Sam said, shivering.

“You pushed me!” Steve argued, shoving Sam.

Sam shoved him back, “You pushed me!”

“Enough!” Bucky turned to you and said, “My useless friends,” He introduced, “I wish you would’ve met them in more normal circumstances.”

You laughed, then walked up to the two men. “Hello,” You said and placed your hands on each of their shoulders, your magic would keep them from shivering. And the moment you touched them, they both sighed in relief. “There, that should keep you warm until you get home.”

You couldn’t help but check them out. They were both muscular and fit, and the way the wet tunics clung to their bodies… their muscular torsos, and biceps bigger than–

Bucky cleared his throat and you quickly looked away. You were almost certain Sam and Steve were smirking as they mumbled their goodbyes and hurried home.

“We should get back.” Bucky said, his mood immediately turning sour.

When the two of you did head back, he walked you to your home, handed you your baskets full of food and gifts, whispered a brief goodbye and left. You had planned that you would ask him to join you for dinner, as a way of thanking him for the tour. But he was just so grumpy on the way back that you decided not to.

But then you were restless the whole evening. You made yourself a quick dinner and sat by the fire to read but something didn’t feel right.

As it got later, the village got more and more quiet. And dark. When the wolves began howling you knew it was very late, but as you looked through the window, you saw that the lights inside Bucky’s home were still lit.

He was awake.

You debated walking over to his place, but then decided not to. You had to get to work the next day and surely you’d get a chance to talk to him then.

—

You visited the crops first, drawing your runes in the dirt. That’s where you ran into Steve and Sam. They wished to introduce themselves properly, and the three of you began talking. They showed you around for a little while, making you laugh at their jokes and stories of their childhood.

They kept you company while you worked and at some point, you sensed that someone was watching you. You knew who it was before you even turned around.

There was Bucky standing, proud and tall, quite far from the crops. The same broody expression on his face as the day before.

You almost lifted your hand to wave at him but then he walked away.

“We better leave,” Steve said with a mischievous smile.

“I’m afraid if the Chief sees us around you again he might behead us in public.” Sam winked at you and then walked away.

So Bucky was jealous.

After you were done with the crops, as you made your way home in the afternoon, you ran in Bucky in the village centre. He was on his way home as well, you realised, so you walked a little faster until you caught up to him.

Once you were beside him, you said, “Hello, Bucky.”

“Hello.” He mumbled.

“I worked at the crops today, I drew my runes.” You told him.

“I know, I saw you earlier.” He said.

His voice held enough distaste that you couldn’t help but ask calmly, “Why are you angry at me?”

He threw you a look and mumbled grumpily, “I’m not angry. I’m very grateful that you’re here.”

"Then why won't you talk to me?" You asked. "You look like you're angry." You paused, then asked, "Is it because I was talking to your friends?"

He stopped walking immediately. Turned to face you and said, "What were the three of you talking about anyway?"

You had to hide a smirk as you answered, "Nothing in particular. They were just keeping me company." Seeing he still had that broody look on his face you asked, “Does that bother you?”

He scoffed. "No." He frowned. "Why would it? You're free to talk to whoever you want, you're our–"

You cut him off, "Guest, yes. I know." You smiled. "Well then, how would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

Bucky's bright blue eyes stared at you, an unexplainable expression in them. "Another time." He said much to your surprise.

The rest of the walk back was filled with awkward silence.

That night, you were restless. After a quick dinner, you sat by the fire to read but you couldn’t quite get into it. Then you got up and looked through the window and saw that the lights in Bucky’s home were still on.

Again. He was awake. This time you didn’t think twice before putting your cloak on and walking to his front door. It was so quiet that you could hear the knocks echoing. Two knocks later, Bucky opened the door.

His braids were undone, yet he looked just as handsome. “It’s late.” He said.

“Also very cold, you should let me in.” You said.

Bucky opened the door wider, letting you in before shutting the door.

You walked into his home and took it all in. The place smelled like him, and a little smoky. Probably due to the fire that burned in the middle, keeping the place nice and warm. You saw his seat. His swords and weapons hung on the walls, along with artworks. Furs and rugs scattered on the floor, the place was cosy.

“Nice place.” You commented as you turned to face him. You found him leaning against a nearby wooden column, with a drink in hand.

He gave you a curious look. “Surely you didn’t walk all the way here to comment on my home.” He said. He looked good. The dim light from the torches made him look like a god. Long brown hair, pretty blue eyes. His tunic was loose now, showing a lot of the ink on his skin. His metal arm caught the light a few times, shining occasionally when he moved.

You felt your heartbeats echoing louder in your ears the more you looked at him. And then… then he had the audacity to slowly lick his lips.

That did it. You walked up to him, carefully took the cup from his hand and brought it to your lips. You held his stare the whole time. You took a careful sip because whatever it was, it was very strong. Then said, “No, no I didn’t.”

Bucky gave you a heated look. One that was familiar from the other night when he kissed you. “You know, it’s rude to snatch someone’s drink. Especially the Chief's.”

You smirked at him. “Do something about it then,” You added mischievously, “Chief.”

“Oh?” Bucky’s metal arm was around your waist in no time, pulling you into his warm, muscular chest. “Now you want my attention?” He taunted, his voice deep, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the smirk on your lips. “What about when you were shamelessly staring at other men right in front of me? Or what about earlier, when you were–”

You cut him off with a chuckle. “Just say you are jealous.” You took another sip from his drink. “And if this is how you treat your guests then I think I can imagine why everyone fears you.”

“I’m not jealous,” He mumbled, nuzzling your cheek. “I just don’t like seeing you with other men.”

You gasped, and almost dropped the cup in surprise as he kissed along your jaw softly, biting you playfully while he’s at it. “So possessive,” You whispered, “We only just met.” You teased.

His grip tightened around your waist before he pulled away to look at you. His blue eyes now dark with desire and longing. “Yet I haven’t been able to think about anything other than wanting to have you all to myself ever since I kissed you that night.” He said.

He looked down at your mouth as he spoke, and it only made your heart race faster. “Bucky…” You weren’t sure what you wanted to say to him, you just… wanted. “Please.” You found yourself whispering. Pleading, which you had never done before.

Bucky clenched his jaw and turned, pressing your back into the wooden column he was leaning against earlier. The cup fell to the floor, neither of you paying much attention to it. His metal hand cupped your face and he stared into your eyes as he spoke.

His voice was dangerously low as he spoke, “You must understand, if we do this there’s no going back.” He said, looking down at your parted lips. “If we do this, you’re mine.” He reiterated, “If we do this,” He leaned in to brush his soft lips carefully against yours, making you gasp and whimper, “You belong to me and only me. Are we clear?”

The rasp in his voice and the feral desire lacing his words already made your brain foggy. “Yes,” You whispered, placing the palms of your hands pressing against his warm chest and partially exposed skin.

He wasted no time in undoing your cloak and letting it fall to the floor and pool around your ankles. Bucky had a devilish smile on his face once he saw that you were wearing nothing beneath the cloak except for flimsy undergarments. Near transparent ones.

Bucky’s eager hand trailed up your body, gently, starting from your thigh all the way to your breasts. The warmth of his hand made you shiver in pleasure. “So this is why you were complaining about being cold?” He whispered in your ear while his hand ran up and down your sides. “I thought you could manipulate elements to keep yourself warm.” Your body felt like it was on fire under his touch.

“Well, I can manipulate the elements.” You said. Bucky pulled away to look into your eyes. “But there’s nothing quite like body heat.” He smirked at the sight of the look of mischief in your eyes.

Then he gently tugged on the delicate necklace around your neck, toying with the crystal pendant leisurely as if he had all the time in the world. As if he couldn’t see you squirming under his touch, wanting more.

“It’s…” He frowned at the crystal, now holding it between two metal fingers. “It’s moving.” He whispered, and sounded so genuinely confused that it made you smile. Who knew this tall, muscular, godlike man could be adorable?

You nodded, looking at the crystal. It was clear mostly, except for a greyish, dark, flowy mist moving around inside it. It looked like smoke trapped inside the crystal, but it was just energy. “I was given this by my family the day I left my home when I was a young girl. As a gift. For protection.” You explained.

You looked up to find him looking down at you with a heated, wild look in his eyes. “I’m here now,” He said. “I’ll protect you. Always.” He pulled you closer, pressing your barely clothed body against him.

You smiled, sliding your hands up until your fingers slid into his soft hair. The light from the burning torches began to dim, making the room slightly darker but still golden. The smirk on Bucky’s handsome face signalled that he knew you were messing with the torches.

“I want you,” You whispered, pressing your lips to his cheek. The slight stubble felt rough against your mouth. But it only made you wonder where else it would feel rough. And you couldn’t help the quiet moan that escaped your mouth.

As if he could read your mind, Bucky chuckled. He grabbed you by the neck, tightening his grip just a little, enough to make you feel warm all over. “I don’t think I could be gentle…” He whispered, his metal hand reaching for the fine dagger he kept on him at all times.

He carefully pressed the tip flat against your lower lip. Your heart began racing faster. Bucky slowly dragged the tip of the dagged down your chin, down the side of your neck, down in between your breasts before he cut the fabric, slicing it in two and letting that fall down to the floor as well. You hissed as the cold air hit your now exposed breasts. Bucky seemed pleased as he let go of your neck, his hand trailing down to fondle with your breast instead. You tipped your head back and moaned at his touch.

He kept the dagger pressed against your skin as he leaned in to kiss your exposed neck, “I don’t want to be gentle.” He said.

You let out a gasp as he slid the tip of the dagger sideways, circling your nipple with it deliberately slow. “Good,” You whispered, “I don’t want you to be gentle.”

Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you’re perfect.” He dragged the tip of the dagger down, sliding it slowly across your abdomen, right above the waistband of your undergarments. Over and over again until you were squirming, and gasping, and grinding on nothing.

“Please,” You said, looking at him with soft eyes.

Bucky held your stare as he slid the dagger under the fabric of your undergarment and sliced that off of you as well. Fuck that sound of fabric tearing off of your body did something to you.

“Please,” You begged again. You were unable to ignore the wetness in between your legs anymore. Neither could he.

Once there was not an inch of fabric shielding you from his hungry stare, Bucky threw the dagger onto the pile of your clothes and next thing you knew, you were being pushed down onto a nearby pile of soft furs.

He pinned you down by your throat, as he hovered above you, leaning over with his metal hand wrapped around your neck firmly while he stared down into your eyes. “You look so beautiful like this.”

You gave him a smirk and said, “It’s your turn. I want to see you.” You wanted to see the ink on his skin, trace it with your finger. You wanted to see him naked on these furs with you. You had never longed to touch someone like this before.

Bucky held your stare, arrogant grin on his face as he pulled away to take off his tunic and lower his pants.

You let your eyes feast on him. Ink covered more skin than you thought, but it suited him. He looked every bit the fierce Viking he was. You wanted to take your time and admire the artwork on his body but… later. Right now, you wanted him.

You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him closer, pressing your mouth to his and kissing him deeply. “I want you,” You whispered again.

“I know, sweetheart,” Bucky’s hand was back around your throat as he growled into the kiss, “I know.”

Guess he could take his time and caress every inch of you like he wanted to later, right now though, he needed to have you. He was hungry for it. So he pulled away from the kiss, parted your legs and slid a finger inside you, reassuring himself that you were ready for him.

Bucky groaned when he found that you were dripping for him. “All that for me?” He teased, settling in between your legs and pressing the tip of his cock against you. You gasped and whined as he slid the tip of it up and down your slit.

“Please,” You begged, whining. “Hurry up or I swear to gods I will make sure your house is always freezing throughout winter.”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. “No need for all that, little witch.” He whispered as he pushed his cock into you, stretching you out in a way that made it hard for you to even think about anything else.

“Do I feel good inside you?” He questioned, teasing and knowing full well you weren’t in a headspace to answer him. His hand was around your throat and his cock buried so deep inside of you that he knew you couldn’t even think straight.

And fuck did he feel good snug inside you. You just whimpered in response, staring up into his pretty blue eyes. “More,” You whispered, “I want more.”

He smirked, digging his knees into the furs before he pulled out and pushed back into you. He set a hard and fast pace that made your head spin with pleasure. He was just as passionate as you expected him to be, his kisses were messy and his grip on your body was tight. He growled and moaned against your mouth as he sped up into you.

You were a moaning mess under him. Your legs locked around his waist as he pounded into you, “You feel so good,” He said, “Look at you, all wet and open for me.” He slowed down for just a moment, looking down to where his cock disappeared into you each time he thrust it. “Is this what you wanted? Hmm?” He asked, slow fucking you until you felt a tear escape your eye.

Fuck, he was keeping you right on that edge. It drove you mad.

“Tell me, sweetheart.” He kissed along your jaw, nibbling on your skin. “When you walked all the way here tonight, wearing basically nothing as you knocked on my door in the middle of the night,” He chuckled, “Is this what you wanted? To be full of my cock?”

You nodded, more tears falling down. It was so good, almost overwhelming. His words, his deep voice, the heated look in his eyes as he fucked you slowly, his weight on top of you, his warmth…

“Yes,” You whispered, “It’s all I wanted.”

Bucky sped up again, taking you by surprise and you couldn’t help the sinful moans that escaped your lips. He released your throat and placed his hand on your abdomen instead, pressing down on your front so he can feel himself inside you with each thrust. “Well there you go,” He said, as if taunting you, “Here I am. Deep inside you.” He stared into your eyes while he sped up into you again. “Just how you wanted.”

You whimpered desperately as he fucked you deeper. You felt your walls clenching around him. You felt the familiar feeling, the pressure down there just waiting… waiting to explode. Your back arched off the furs as he brought you right to the edge again before slowing down. It was brutal.

You gasped in shock, and the now ruined orgasm. Bucky smirked. “That’s punishment,” He said, “For talking to other men right in front of me.”

You frowned, “You’re cruel.”

Bucky kissed you one more time before he flipped you around and pulled you onto your knees and pushed into you again from behind. You moaned out loud, not expecting that but welcoming the feeling of being full again.

You laid your cheek down on the furs, the softness of them a stark contrast to how rough Bucky was being, handling your body like you were just a toy. It made you smile in pure bliss as he gripped your hips and slammed in and out of you incessantly, sighing and groaning in the process.

More tears escaped your eyes as the pleasure became too much to handle. You felt the pressure at your core forming again as Bucky pounded into you mercilessly, fucking you like an animal. Bending and contorting your body however he liked. Pressing your head down as he sped up into you until you came, crying out loud and clenching around him so hard it took him everything not to finish inside you.

He quickly pulled out and came all over your lower back and thighs. He took a moment to admire all the marks he’d left on your skin before pulling you into his arms as he laid down beside you.

You placed your ear right above his heart, listening to it gradually calm down like yours did. Only then did you have enough energy to keep your eyes open and admire the ink on his skin. You traced the closest one with a finger.

“A dragon?” You asked.

Bucky chuckled softly. “I like to think they might have been real at some point.”

You pulled away, holding yourself up using your elbow. You looked down at Bucky and said, “Of course they were. They were magical beings, they got along well with witches and warlocks in fact.”

Bucky looked pleasantly surprised. “You are so full of secrets.” He said, lifting a finger up to your face and gently traced the shape of your mouth. “Tell me more,” He pulled you back into his arms, nuzzling your neck and making you laugh, “What happened to the dragons?”

—

Sleeping in each other’s beds became part of the routine.

Some nights he would come over after the village had gone dark and quiet. Other nights you’d go over to his place and stay till early morning.

Nobody knew about you and Bucky, except for Steve and Sam who couldn’t stop grinning like mischievous devils each time they ran into you.

Days passed this way. The weather got colder, and you kept the village in perfect shape. The rivers kept flowing even though they should be frozen. The lake as well. The crops stayed healthy. As did the cattle.

Your magic had created an invisible dome over the entirety of the village. A vast dome that only you could see.

The people were safe from the intense cold and they were warm, fed, and happy.

But doing all that always made you extremely tired. Usually you’d hide it well behind faint smiles and blame it on it being a long day. But even at night you had to use your magic to keep the dome intact. And although you did your best to hide it, sometimes your weariness would show.

Like the one time when Bucky caught you by the lakeside late at night.

You were sitting on the jetty, looking down at the dark water. The moonlight made the surface shine, and just beyond the lake, right where the dome ended, you could see the harsh winds of the blizzard that you were currently keeping away from Bucky’s people. But from within the dome, no one could even hear it.

And just when you thought of Bucky, you heard him walking on the jetty and on his way to you.

“I looked for you everywhere.” He said, sitting down next to you on the edge. “Are you alright? You never come here this late.” He sounded genuinely concerned.

You smiled at him, his pretty face glowing under the moonlight. Then you pointed at the blizzard, and Bucky swore under his breath when he saw what was happening beyond the dome, “I came to make sure everything was safe.” You said. “I had to draw some of the runes again.” Then you added, “Everything’s fine, don’t worry.”

Bucky loosened the furs around his shoulders and opened his arms for you to snuggle up to him.

You gave him a smirk as you slowly scooted closer to him, “I can keep myself warm, remember?”

“Yeah, but there’s nothing quite like body heat.” He teased, wrapping his arms and the furs around you, holding you close to him. He leaned down and kissed your cheek softly then said, “You seem tired. I didn’t realise magic would take such a toll on you.” He sounded a little embarrassed.

“Hey,” You placed a gentle hand on his rough cheek. “This is how it is. Magic has a cost, it feeds on my energy and that’s just how it works. I should be okay after a few hours of sleep.” You smiled up at him. “Can I ask about the arm?”

He smiled, tapped you on the nose with his metal finger and said, “Bravery has a cost, my lady.” You laughed, and he eventually told you the story. And by the time he was done, he noticed you were just about to fall asleep. “Hey, come on. Let’s go to bed.”

You let him help you stand up and said, “I’m tired tonight, maybe–,”

He cut you off. “That’s not what I meant.” He pulled you closer and kissed you gently, “I won’t do anything, I just want you in bed with me. You’re doing so much for us, let me take care of you and do what I can.” He added, pressing another kiss on your lips, “Please.”

You smiled and gave in.

And turns out, sleeping in his bed, in his arms was enough to recharge you.

—

One day, a messenger came with urgent news for Bucky.

A little far from this village was another one, and the news said that their Chief had died leaving behind no one to care for the people. Since Bucky was the closest, they were begging him to help them last this icy winter.

Bucky held a meeting with his inner circle – his friends, and now you as well. Everyone gathered near the fire in the middle of Bucky’s home. Outside, the weather was getting colder. Your magic kept everyone here comfortable but those people who had asked for help… they wouldn’t last long.

“We can’t help them.” Bucky said, surprising everyone in the room.

Tony, the one who created weapons for every warrior in the village and also part of Bucky’s inner circle, spoke up first, “What do you mean here, Chief? Those people will die.”

Steve nodded, agreeing, “There are children, cold and starving. We can’t leave them.”

“Think about it,” Sam said, “We could have more people in our army to fight for us, with us.”

Bucky stopped his slow pacing, then turned to all of you. “How are we going to care for these people? I mean, I guess we’ll have enough food for everyone but what about shelter?”

Peter, Tony’s apprentice, spoke up this time, “We have enough material to build houses. I mean, we could always pause on the boats for now and use those materials for houses. You’ll have to go bring the people over anyway, and by the time you’ll be back I suppose we could have houses ready by then.” He looked over to Tony for approval. The latter nodded in agreement.

“That will cost too much.” Bucky said. Then sighed. “I have to care for the people here.”

You spoke up this time, “I could help.” You said. “I have more gold than I could ever use. And I could help with the building, and–,”

Bucky cut you off gently, “No, I cannot ask you for all that. You’re already helping us, and this wasn’t part of our arrangement.” He paused for a moment, only the crackling logs filled the silence, “Besides, I’ve seen what using magic constantly does to you.”

You rolled your eyes, “That’s just how it works,” You repeated. “It’s like when you complain about being tired after a whole day of training. Doesn’t mean you won’t ever train again.” You reasoned. “And as for our arrangement, I agreed to help. So let me.”

Bucky sighed again, walking over to you as if the rest of the people in the room didn’t exist. Honestly, the moment you stared into his clear blue eyes, it didn’t matter who else was in the room.

“It’ll wear you out.” He said softly, almost in a whisper.

You gave him a faint smile, “Guess you’ll just have to take better care of me then.”

He was about to reach out and cup your face in his hands but then Steve, Sam, and Tony all cleared their throats to get your attention back on the current issue. You avoided all their eyes awkwardly while Bucky smirked shamelessly. Peter just seemed confused.

“Fine,” Bucky said. “We’ll bring the people. We’ll take the boats.” He announced. “We leave today itself.” Then he proceeded to assign the work of building additional houses over to Tony and Peter. Sam and Steve, along with other warriors, were going with Bucky.

Then the men left, Tony and Peter went to gather people to help them start building immediately and Sam and Steve went to get the other warriors to prepare for their journey. Once they were out of the house, Bucky pulled you close.

“That was generous of you.” He said, nuzzling your neck and kissing it. “I’ll be gone for two weeks at least, you know?” He said. “I’ll miss you.” His lips brushed along your neck, stopping at the corner of your mouth, “I’ll miss this.” His arms tightened around you, making you gasp.

“I’ll miss you too,” You said, pulling away to look at him. “The sea will be rough,” You said, “Take this.” You took the crystal necklace off of your neck and put it around his, hiding it under the layers he wore. “That should keep you safe.” Then you looked around and said, “You should start packing your things. My magic won’t work given the distance so you’ll need more furs to keep you warm.”

He looked at you with soft eyes. “Usually no one fusses over me like this.” He said, “I like it. I like it a lot.”

You smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “Now hurry up. Those people need you.”

“Hmm,” He leaned down for a kiss again. “If anyone touches you while I’m gone I will behead them.” He said, half-joking. “One more thing, I want you to stay here while I’m gone.” He said, referring to his house. “Sleep in my bed every night. Oh and think of me. Miss me. A lot.”

You laughed. “Understood, Chief.”

—

You went to see Bucky off when he left later that evening. He looked like a King and his armada, setting off for battle.

He was barely out of your sight and you missed him already. You whispered a prayer to the strong winter winds, telling them to keep him safe until he comes back.

—

For the entirety of the two weeks which followed, you worked harder than ever. The dome, the crops, the cattle, the rivers and lake, and now the construction. Your magic fortified the wood used for the new houses, all the gold you had accumulated over the years helped the village immensely.

The people were so grateful. And you did your best to keep their spirits up while their Chief was gone.

It made you feel all warm inside whenever people would gush about how incredible of a leader Bucky was. You wondered if he knew his people loved him so much. Then, almost always, quickly followed by that warm fuzzy feeling was intense worry.

You never had anyone to worry about this much. So this was new for you.

By the end of the second week, each morning you’d wake up and go by the beach to see if you could see the ships coming. They didn’t.

You slept in his bed like he wanted you to. And that just made things worse. Because now not only did you worry about him, but you missed him like a mad woman. His scent was all over the bed and the covers.

But then one morning, as you went to the beach to check, you saw them. The ships, tiny little dots near the horizon. They were coming back. He was coming back.

Great timing in fact because the houses were just done building as well. And the crops had just been harvested.

Some hours later, the ships docked. And the new people had arrived, with their entire lives packed into trunks. While everyone showed the new ones to their houses, you looked for Bucky. You couldn’t even hide the smile on your face as you spotted him, running to him.

Bucky smiled as you ran into his open arms, hugging him tightly. You didn’t see the approving smiles on the faces of people around you, all you cared about was that Bucky was here, safely.

“Hello to you too, sweetheart,” He whispered, kissing your forehead. “I’ve missed you.”

You pulled away to look up at him. “You’re back.” You whispered, delighted.

He cupped your face and leaned down to press his forehead against yours, sighing. “I wish I could take you to bed and show you how much I missed you, but…”

“Later,” You finished his sentence. “There’s a lot of work to be done right now.”

He nodded. Then you felt something moving near your ankles, getting tangled up in your flowy cloak. You looked down and saw a small ball of white fur. Bucky chuckled as you bent down to pick it up.

“The mother and the rest of the litter didn’t survive the cold,” He said, “But I found this little guy as we were evacuating the village. He was hiding under a pile of hay, all hungry and trembling. And I thought, who else would take better care of him than a certain generous witch I know?” He explained, a little flustered, ”So I brought him along. For you.”

You looked at the fluffy, white wolf pup in your hands. You already loved him with all your heart. Then you looked up at Bucky again, “Thank you. I love him.” You said, kissing him on the cheek, “And thank you for not leaving him behind.”

He smiled, “Oh well,” He looked around to see his people helping their new guests get off the boats, offering to carry their luggage for them. He looked beyond proud. “What’s one more addition to our village?” He shrugged, smiling at you.

–

It took some hours, but by nightfall everyone had a bed to sleep in and roof over their heads. Bucky was so pleased he insisted they celebrated this feat. Plus he wanted the new members to feel welcomed and comfortable so he held a feast.

Food and ale makes everyone feel at home, he said.

So the feast was held. The village centre quickly became a vibrant, bustling scene. And the music was the best part. You had travelled to so many places but you had never heard such rich music and singing.

As you walked around, enjoying the atmosphere, everyone thanked you for your help. Usually by this time well into winter, food was always scarce. But with you and your magic here, everyone was happy and their bellies were full.

You caught Bucky’s stare from across the crowds of people a lot of times. His heated stare that held promises which made your face feel all hot and made your body tingle. But he was busy catching up with his people right now, he made sure to speak with each and everyone of the new members of his village, he spoke with the kids and promised them that they would be restarting training soon. He even held some of the babies that had been born while he was away.

And you watched him with fondness. Watched how he smiled, watched how he let the kids mess with and admire his metal arm, watched how gentle and kind he could be, as well as how stern and assertive.

And then he caught you staring. He smirked at you while you pretended that your entire being didn’t come alive under his attention. You tried to hide the way you clenched your thighs together as he began walking over to you, finally.

The music rose to a crescendo as he made his way to you. Tall, strong, with a confident and slightly arrogant gait. He stopped when he was right in front of you, the lit torches made his skin look golden, and his eyes… oh his eyes.

His metal head reached out to touch your face, slowly caressing your warm cheek. “Did you get a chance to eat?” He asked.

You nodded, lost in his eyes. You didn’t even remember what you ate, if he asked you you wouldn’t know.

“Good. Then let’s go.” There was enough raw desire in his voice that it made you move immediately.

As you walked you asked, “Won’t they notice you’re gone?” You referred to the ongoing festivities.

Bucky smirked as he took your hand in his, the two of you making your way through the dark, to his place. “Judging by the way you threw yourself into my arms earlier, I think they expected us both to disappear at some point.”

After the short walk, you could still hear the music from the feast even after making your way into Bucky’s home. You could hear some vocalising, and it sounded… magical. Raw. Intense. Much like the look in Bucky’s eyes.

“I see you did sleep here.” He noted, appreciating that you did as he’d asked.

You took your cloak off near the fire and then followed Bucky into the sleeping area. “It was the closest I could get to you while you were gone.” You whispered, taking the layers of fur off of him. You carefully placed it down and began undoing his tunic. “Your bed smells like you.” You said, “Some nights I couldn’t sleep until I made myself come while pretending it was your hand touching me.”

A sound resembling a growl left his mouth as he grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, ceasing your movement. “Show me.” He said, low and deep, “Show me what I missed.”

A sly smirk formed on your lips, “Sure you don’t want to do it yourself?”

He shook his head. “I want to see.”

You turned and gave him your back, “Undress me then.” You expected him to undo the laces and buttons. But no. You felt something cold against the nape of your neck, and then the sound of fabric being ripped filled the room.

You gasped in pleasant surprise. He’d torn your dress off instead. With the dagger. You let the ruined dress fall to the ground and faced him again, naked because you hadn’t been wearing any undergarments, “That was one of my favourites.” You said, looking into his lust-drunk, hooded eyes.

“I don’t care.” He answered, truthfully. Stepping closer he raised the dagger up under your chin, pressing it gently against your skin. “If it were up to me, I’d keep you naked in this bed at all times.”

You giggled.

“Hurry up,” He said, “Show me.” His voice was a mere whisper.

You could still hear the music and the singing in the background as you held his stare and laid down on his soft bed, on your back. He stood at the end of the bed looking down at you like an old god looking at a sacrifice. With hunger in his eyes like you’d never seen before.

He watched as if in trance, as you bent your knees and spread your legs. His breaths got deeper as he watched how wet you were, your finger slowly sliding up and down your slit. He inched just a little closer as you began gasping and whimpering, your finger slipping in and out of you.

Your other hand toyed with your nipple, twisting and tugging. You held his dark stare as you moaned, back arching off the bed, the slightly chilly air hit your bare chest and caused your nipples to erect even further.

“Oh gods…” Bucky whispered, watching as you put on a show. Watching as you whined in pleasure as the pace at which your fingers effortlessly slipped in and out of you increased. You looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. He was barely holding back.

The way he watched you, the feeling of anticipation knowing he would fill you up soon, all of it made your heart race. Outside, the music rose to a crescendo again and you moaned louder, fingering yourself faster, the palm of your hands rubbing against your sensitive clit over and over again as your middle finger slipped in and out of you.

You gasped, “Bucky…” You moaned quietly under your breath, imagining it was his fingers that were touching you instead of your own. “I need you…” you mumbled in the haze that you were in, “Please… I need you.”

He wasted no time in grabbing you by the thighs and dragging you to the edge of the bed as he knelt to the ground. He placed your legs over his shoulders and leaned down to kiss your belly. He was rock hard, barely able to think straight. But fuck he needed to hear you moan as you came.

“I fucking missed you,” He mumbled as he kissed around where your shaky fingers were buried in your wet cunt. “Let me taste you.” He whispered before gently slipping your fingers out of your hole and into his mouth. He sucked on them like they’d just been dipped in the sweetest honey.

“Oh fuck…” You moaned, looking at him. The great Chief, kneeling in between your legs, sucking your taste off your fingers… it was heady. “Please,” You murmured again when you noticed that he was teasing you, keeping you waiting on purpose.

He let go of your fingers, smirking as he looked up at you. “I’ve been wanting to taste you.” He whispered, his warm breath making you squirm. Chuckling at your restlessness, he parted your folds and buried his mouth in between them, eating you out like he was a starving man and moaning at your taste.

Relentlessly, passionately. His warm mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked on it occasionally. His tongue teased your entrance as he took his time to feast in between your legs.

Your fingers slid into his hair, it had gotten slightly longer you realised as you grabbed a fistful of it, tugging on it gently as his mouth teased you.

“So this is what you did, huh? While I was away, rescuing people and fighting rough seas…” His tongue slowly circled around your clit and he earned more and more moans out of you. “You were here, touching yourself.”

Your legs trembled as he locked his arms around your thighs and pushed your core further into his mouth and made you cry out of pleasure. You whined. “Please, Bucky…”

He chuckled, darkly. “No.” He pulled away, licking his lips. “Not so easily.”

He stood up, got rid of all his clothes before climbing into bed with you. His glorious, inked, naked body hovered above yours as he looked down at you with nothing but fondness and desire in his eyes. You looked down, whimpering at the sight of him stroking his hard cock, it was leaking already.

Bucky looked down at you and smiled before leaning in for a kiss again. He nibbled along your skin, from your mouth to your neck, “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

You cried out, “Yes! Please, Buck–,”

He cut you off by sliding into you, filling you up. You gasped as your walls welcomed him perfectly and he growled under his breath as he filled you up entirely. “Look at me,” He said. When you did, he smiled and laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head as he sped up into you. “Fuck,” He swore, “You feel like you were made for me.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once he started rocking in and out of you with your legs locked behind his back. He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you hard and fast.

The music outside felt like it echoed inside your head. It made your heart race, like a soundtrack to this ethereal union.

“Tell me you belong to me,” He whispered, lips brushing against yours as his cock stroked your inner walls perfectly. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m… I’m yours,” You said, breathlessly.

“That’s right,” He breathed against your mouth. “All fucking mine.” He repeated, kissing along your skin and moaning into your ear, “Fuck, you feel so good.” He said as he sped up again, fucking you nice and deep to show you that you belong to him. “Come for me,” He said, knowing he wouldn’t last too long, “Come on sweetheart, come for me.”

You cried out as you did, coming undone as he kept pounding into you until he finished inside you. Bucky nuzzled your neck, kissing your skin as he caught his breath. You wrapped your arms around him lazily, feeling his heart racing just as fast as yours was.

He sighed in bliss as he finally laid down beside you, taking you with him so more than half of your body was on top of his. He kissed the top of your head and whispered, “I missed you like a madman.”

You smiled, kissing his damp skin as you replied, “I did too. It felt… empty without you.” You lifted your head up to look at him. “Your hair is longer.” You pointed out.

Bucky chuckled, “You like it?”

You nodded, “It suits you.”

He smiled, caressing your cheek again. “I like you in my bed.” He murmured.

You smirked, lifting yourself up to straddle him properly. You grabbed his semi hard cock and slid it inside you again, gasping as it went in easily. Bucky groaned in pleasure, his hands holding you by the waist, ready to lift you up and down his cock.

“I really like me in your bed too.” You said, and began riding him until you both came once more.

—

And so, winter passed by.

You kept everyone safe and warm. Your bond with Bucky was not a secret anymore given you were always seen together. Judging by the smiles on people’s faces when they saw the two of you together, you’d say they were more than happy for Bucky.

You spent more time in Bucky’s house than the one you were assigned when you first got here that Bucky suggested you move in, and let someone else have the other home.

“I like having you in my home.” He said one night as he pulled your worn out, bare body into his. He kissed your shoulder, and made sure you were properly warm under the soft furs, in his bed. “Come live with me.”

So you moved in.

Your days started and ended with Bucky. With his soft, loving, often demanding touch. His merciless and passionate kisses. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He was a stern, just, and caring chief to the rest of the village but only you saw the softer side of him.

The way some evenings he would lay his head in your lap and grumble until you played with his hair until he fell asleep.

Or how much he loved it when you braided his hair, he’d wear it proudly.

Or how he always gave you the best bites of food when you dined together.

The way he would always make sure you had enough fur and blankets on your side of the bed at night.

Or how he’d always accompany you when you took your little wolf for walks in the woods.

Or how he’d often tempt you into going for midnight swims with him at the lake. How he’d kiss you under the moonlight, smiling like a lovesick young boy instead of the great chief he was.

During those moments, you often wanted to freeze time and just stay with him forever.

Forever… but that wasn’t possible, was it?

—

The weather, naturally, didn’t stay freezing cold. It got warmer, and warmer as winter faded into a gentle, barely there spring.

Your little wolf grew, and kept growing. Time, you realised, moved and with it came time to say goodbye.

Winter was nearly over. Everyone knew, everyone could see it. But nobody said anything. You were still greeted with the same grateful smiles and infinite gifts whenever you stepped out. Steve and Sam never mentioned it, they kept filling your days with stories of their youth and more laughter.

Bucky, it seemed, had forgotten all about what the end of winter meant.

And it hurt you more than you thought it would when it came time to confront him about it. It took you two days to build the courage to break both of your hearts. You didn’t want to leave, but you had to, didn’t you?

He was home early that evening, in a good mood too. As soon as you opened your mouth to say something though, he announced, “I’m going for a swim, come with me?”

You shook your head. “I don’t feel like it. You go ahead.”

He smiled, kissed your forehead and left. The sunset as soon as he was out of the door. He’d been going on a lot of swims lately, which again indicated that the weather was getting warmer.

You waited for him to get back. Your heart breaking in the meantime.

–

“We need to, um, talk.” You said, once he’d put on clean, dry clothes again. You watched as he dried his hair with a piece of fabric as he turned to face you.

The buttons of his tunic undone with the tattoos on his chest peeking through, his hair was a damp mess, his blue eyes shining. He was so beautiful. So beautiful it hurt.

“What about, sweetheart?” He tossed the fabric aside and placed his hands on either side of your waist. “Everything okay?”

You looked up at him. Didn’t he notice? Couldn’t he see you were wearing the same cloak you wore the day he met you? Couldn’t see you were ready to leave? You spoke with tears in your eyes, “Winter is nearly over, Bucky.” You whispered in a shaky voice.

Silence. Only the few nearby torches. And the crickets outside.

Bucky clenched and unclenched his jaw. You could see it through the stubble on his cheeks. “What do you mean?”

He knew what you meant. You could tell. He was just giving you a chance to rectify what you said. But you didn’t. Instead you said, “Winter is over, it’s time for me to go.” The tears fell. Hot and burning, much like the tension between the two of you even after all these months.

Bucky was quiet, then he let out a humourless chuckle. “What are you saying? You want to leave me?”

You sighed as he made this difficult for both of you. “You know what I mean. We had a deal, remember?” You swallowed a sob. “We–,”

“I swear to gods,” He cut you off, pulling you closer and growling, “Do not fucking test me right now.”

More tears fell down your face. “Bucky…” You whispered. “I can’t stay here. You know that. It’s what I do, I help people. It’s what I’m meant to do with this…” You sighed, “This magic.”

“Who said that?” He argued. “Who said you couldn’t choose what made you happy? Who said you had to keep wandering? Huh?” He leaned closer, the tip of his nose touching yours, “Who said you can’t stop once you found a home? A real one?” He gently kissed the corner of your mouth. “You have a home here, you have me. Stay.”

You breathed in the manly scent of him. Felt the roughness of his stubble against your skin. Felt his body heat. Why couldn’t you stop? Because it scared you. “I can’t.” You mumbled, even as your heart screamed stay, stay, stay.

Bucky pulled away. His face was stone cold. Emotionless. His hands left your waist and clenched into fists as he stared at you. As Chief, he wasn’t used to people disobeying him.

“Fine then,” He spoke with a bitter voice. “You want to leave? Then I’ll follow. And my people will follow me no matter where I go.” He spoke with a confidence that only a true leader can have. “So wherever you go, you’ll find me behind you. And a whole village behind me. Is that what you want?” You could hear the stubbornness in his voice, the determination. The promise.

“You can’t.” You reasoned. “You have a duty here, Bucky. My work here is done, I lifted the dome yesterday and no one even noticed. That just goes to show I’m not needed here. You have a life here,” You said, “Not me.” More tears streamed down your face. Your mind and heart were screaming in contradiction.

Bucky just stared at you, his heart slowly breaking. Then he said, calmly but fiercely, “I have nothing without you. Nothing.” He stepped closer to you again, “You made me feel alive again, you made me feel like I was more than just a chief, like I was a man again. Just a man who is madly in love with the woman of his dreams.” His words made you weak. “You’re… everything. Don’t leave me.” He pleaded, quietly.

You couldn’t help but hide your face in his chest as you sobbed. He cradled your head, kissing the top of it.

“I will send word.” He said, as you sobbed quietly. Your tears drenching his tunic. “People will know where to come find you if they need you.” He reassured you. “Stay with me, be my wife, let’s have children together,” He cupped your face and made you look up at him. His ocean blue eyes staring down loving into yours. “Let’s have a life together.”

You sniffled. “You’re awfully stubborn.” You said.

He smiled, his own eyes tearing up. “And you love me for it.”

You sniffled again. “I do.” You confessed. “I do love you.”

“And I love you.” He leaned in for a gentle kiss. “Stay with me. You have a home here.” He whispered against your lips. “You’ve helped plenty of people all over this world. It’s not selfish if you choose to settle down now and choose your happiness.”

“I’m scared.” You admitted. “I’ve never… I don’t know if I can… I mean, I don’t know if–,”

He cut you off with another loving kiss. “Shh, I’ve got you. We will figure it out. Together.”

You gave him a faint smile through the tears as you nodded. “Together.”

And choosing to stay back with him, for him, ended up being the best decision you’d ever made.

—

Fin.

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