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What Color is Love? Chapter 6: Winter Chase Through the Woods

[A/N: We’ve arrived to the smut!! It ended up not being as slow of a burn as I thought it would be😅]

TW: Oral (F receiving), PIV sex, use of the name pet

Word Count: 4,480

If you’re new to the series, or have missed any chapters, here are the previous ones: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

You wrapped yourself in the thick flannel blanket you kept next to the back door and stepped out onto the deck. The crisp cold air hit your face and you breathed it in deeply. This was your favorite thing about the whole house, the covered deck that looked out to the lake, and a porch swing that always called your name. You’d spent a large majority of the last six months out here on the swing. When the heat of the summer was great enough, you’d dip your feet in the water by the dock, but once autumn began to roll in you found yourself rooted to the deck. Autumn had always been your favorite time of year with the holidays around the corner and the most beautiful weather. The way the trees looked when the leaves changed colors and fell, it was more beautiful than you’d ever dared to dream. You were utterly transfixed by them, and it became hard for Bucky to convince you to come back inside.

“[Y/n] please come back inside,” Bucky pleaded with you one October evening. “It’s going to be dark soon and that makes this place more vulnerable. Please come inside where it’s safe.”

You rolled your eyes at him even though he couldn’t see it. “Makes this place more vulnerable.” you said in a mocking tone before looking back at him. “You know, you tell me that every night and yet every morning when I ask you how much longer we have to live here, you tell me this is the safest place for us right now.” You stood, taking a step towards Bucky while crossing your arms and cocking an eyebrow at him. “So, which is it then James, are we safe here or aren’t we?”

Bucky sighed and rubbed his temples with his middle fingers. You only addressed him by his first name when you were irritated or downright angry. He didn’t want this to dissolve into another fight. You’d had your fair share of those since arriving, but things had finally been good the last couple of weeks. Bucky wanted to keep things that way.

“We are safe here,” he sighed, a little exasperatedly. “I just meant,” he hesitated for a moment. “It’s harder for me to spot anything coming in the dark. Man made threats for one, but also wildlife. It’s just,” he started rubbing the back of his neck and looked at the ground momentarily before meeting your eyes again. “I feel like I can protect you better if you aren’t sitting out here alone in the darkness.”

The sincerity in his voice overwhelmed you and you felt yourself soften. It had taken a while, but it was getting much easier to be around Bucky. Some days you found that you greatly enjoyed his company, and the two of you shared a lot of interests. You smiled at him softly before taking a step back to the porch swing you’d been sitting in. You sat back down and looked up at him, patting the seat next to you. He gave you a slightly confused look before joining you on the swing.

“There,” you giggled slightly as he rigidly tried to place himself as far from you on the swing as possible. “Now you can keep me safe while I’m outside. You’ll-” he adjusted slightly, and his hand brushed yours just for a moment. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks, you cleared your throat slightly and continued. “You’ll just have to stay out here with me from now on.”

“[Y/n]-” he started in a soft but stern tone, but you cut him off.

“Please, Bucky,” you pleaded with him, “can we just stay out here through the sunset? It’s absolutely breathtaking to watch the sun fall behind all the colors of the trees. Just a little longer?”

That was how your new little evening tradition had started. Bucky knew you were too stubborn to go inside before you wanted to, so he resigned himself to the fact that he would either join you for your sunset watches, or let you sit out back alone. When fall had ended and winter brought snow, your new obsession became watching the way the moonlight danced on the frozen water and the snow-covered grass.

Taking in the beauty of the world around you helped distract you from everything that had brought you to this place. You hadn’t spoken to Steve since you last saw him. He asked for you, the two times he’d checked in with Bucky, but you refused each time. The first time he called you were still too hurt, too angry to want to hear his voice. Only a month had passed, and you were still crying yourself to sleep every night. The last time he’d called had been around Thanksgiving. The team was still no closer to discovering who the mastermind behind the attack was, but you were getting closer every day to moving on. Thinking about Steve and what happened hurt less, but you were scared that hearing his voice would set you back.

The sound of the back door pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked up to see Bucky walking towards you, a mug in each hand, steam swirling above them.

“We’re out of whipped cream so I opted for ciders tonight,” he said sitting next to you and passing you a mug. “I’ll make sure to grab more the next time I head into town. I know how much you love your cocoa when it’s snowy. And I’ve learned my lesson about trying to give you cocoa without the whipped cream!”

You smiled appreciatively and thanked him, watching as he took in the sights. He blew on his cider softly, attempting to cool it down, and you couldn’t help but be transfixed by his lips. While moving on from Steve, you’d also felt yourself moving closer to Bucky. The two of you often stole glances of the other, though neither of you ever noticed and thought you were the only ones looking. Just as you were starting to wonder what those lips might taste like Bucky made an excited noise.

“Oh look [Y/n], he said, pointing enthusiastically in the direction of the lake. “Do you see the baby fox?” You both set your mugs down and you squinted in the direction you thought Bucky was pointing.

He noticed you weren’t looking in the right spot and, after moving closer to you, he took your hand in his and moved your fingers into a pointing position. Bucky placed his face close to yours to line up his eyeline with yours as best he could. Your breath hitched in your throat and electricity shot through you as you felt his warm breath on your neck. You wanted to look at him but before you had the chance, he stopped guiding your arm, making you look where he was making you point, and you let out a small gasp. Along the tree line on the opposite side of the lake was a small fox now being joined by a larger one, presumably its mother.

“Oh wow,” you whispered softly as Bucky sat up straight again. You noticed he didn’t scoot back over though. “They’re beautiful!”

“Yes, you are.”

It was a breathless whisper; one you weren’t even sure you’d actually heard. Before you had a chance to ask him if he’d said something, Bucky sprang up from the swing. It rocked a little viciously and you were suddenly very grateful you’d set your drink down, for it would have certainly sloshed all over you.

“I have an idea!” Bucky exclaimed excitedly. “Let’s have a snowball fight!”

You looked at him utterly dumbfounded. “What?” You asked confused.

“A snowball fight,” he repeated, running off the deck and into the untouched snow. “Come on [Y/n] it’ll be fun! That is,” he flashed you a cocky smirk while compacting snow in his hands, “unless you’re too chicken.”

The competitive spirit in you sparked up like a wildfire. This was absurd and childish, out of the blue and irrational! But he called you chicken, now it was war. You sprang up from the swing and let the blanket fall to the ground. Pulling on the gloves you kept in your coat pockets you darted out to the snow to make your own artillery. SMACK! Snow pelted you in the arm. Bucky had had a head start on you; it was hardly fair but no surprise that he’d gone for the first attack. You threw your snowball while Bucky was making his second and you missed. You swore and decided to set off in a dodging run towards the tree line on the side of the house. You needed cover for this fight, you were too exposed. Grabbing snow as you ran, Bucky hit you again with a snowball and you noticed another missed you by an inch. Right when you reached the trees you turned back and threw your own, hitting Bucky square in the chest. A wild look flashed through his eyes, and he took off after you.

Adrenaline coursed through you, and you took off running again, weaving yourself through the trees. It felt like the game had been abandoned as quickly as it had started. Neither of you were scooping up snow to throw anymore, there was only the chase. There was a heat building in your core. You dove behind a tall, thick tree to catch your breath, shocked at your sudden reaction to the chase. You’d never felt like this before, but you found it exhilarating. Ears perked for any sound indicating Bucky’s location, you tried to steady your breathing. You’d never felt safer than you did behind that tree, and yet you had no idea what Bucky would do if he caught you. Would he think it was funny, or would he be mad that you ‘put yourself in danger’ as he would likely put it. ‘Would he punish me?’ you asked yourself, biting your lip to stifle the moan that threatened to fall from your lips at the thought. Your daydream started to carry you when suddenly two strong arms crashed into the tree you stood against. One large hand on either side of your head. Bucky had found you and he was using his body to cage you against the tree you once thought would hide you from him.

His breathing was heavy and yet steady at the same time. “Caught you.” You could have sworn he growled the words at you. Another pang hit you in your lower stomach and you couldn’t help the playful smirk that danced across your lips.

“I guess you have,” you said breathlessly. “What are you going to do to me now?” Part of your brain started firing alarm bells, but you shut it out. You didn’t want to think anymore. Your more primal, needy desires were taking over your body. So much had happened to you over the last few months, you’d been feeling so many different emotions, you needed a release.

Bucky pressed his body against yours, arms still caged around your head. He looked down at you, lust now burning in his eyes, but his tone was very serious. “If at any point you want me to stop, I need you to tell me.” You nodded your head quickly, but he didn’t move. “No doll, I need you to tell me you understand; out loud. Can you do that for me?”

“If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you.” Your voice trembled slightly, but Bucky could hear the resolve behind it.

“Good girl,” he said in a sultry tone, slowly bringing his face down to yours.

Your lips connected and it was as if an electric shock had jolted through you both. His lips were so soft, the sweetest lips you'd ever kissed. Your mouth opened hungrily, and Bucky wasted no time slipping his tongue inside to get his first taste of you. A deep, satisfied moan erupted from the both of you. How long had you both wanted this? Bucky had wondered what you’d taste like, what you’d feel like, from the moment his eyes met yours and colors blossomed around him. In this moment you knew you had felt the same way when the two of you had met. The guilt of that feeling once fueled your desire to stay with Steve. A guilt you no longer felt. Your desire for Bucky was, in this moment, all consuming, flooding all your senses, and your cunt.

Your hands found their way to Bucky’s hair as he pulled his mouth away from yours and started a trail of wet kisses along your jaw then slowly down your neck. The cold air hits the wetness left on your neck and a shiver of excitement courses through you. Winter temperatures be damned, your skin was hot, and you were desperate to feel his. As if he could read your thoughts, Bucky's right hand moved to the zipper on your jacket while his left pulled you off the tree just enough to let the jacket fall once it was undone and you lowered your arms from his hair. Each of his hands then found the sides of the button-down flannel you were wearing. A fabric filled fist brushing across each of your breasts momentarily, he quickly pulled in opposing directions. The buttons along your top all popped off and you let out a gasp, immediately followed by a small whine.

“Hush now,” he growled, drinking in your newly exposed chest. “I’ll add a new one to the shopping list.” His right hand moved to your back and made quick work of your bra clasp. Bucky pulled away from you enough to be able to see all of you more clearly. He started to remove his own jacket and gave a small nod towards your feet. “I’m gonna need you to take your shoes and pants off for me doll,” he said in a kind but demanding tone.

You didn’t need to be told twice. As Bucky removed his own shirt you made quick work of your shoes and pants, deciding you’d leave on the lace panties that were clinging to your dripping cunt. Looking back at Bucky, you suddenly felt a shyness welling up inside of you. You were almost completely exposed to Bucky under what moonlight was able to penetrate the trees; adrenaline and desire finding a way to keep you warm. The sight of him leaves you utterly breathless. You’re even more captivated by him now than you were the first time you saw him without a shirt on. Letting your eyes travel down his body, it’s impossible not to see the bulge of his cock straining against his jeans. Your thighs clench as you try to stop the slick of your arousal from dripping down your legs. The quick movement is not lost on Bucky, who hungrily stalked towards you once again.

Before you have a chance to back up against the tree, Bucky has closed the distance between the two of you and both hands have grabbed hold of your ass. Your hands barely made contact with his chest before he hoisted you up off the ground and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Your hands now entangled themselves in his hair as you clung to him for dear life. As your lips found each other again, Bucky pressed you gently against the tree for leverage, moving his left hand to cup your breast. His thumb flicked across your hardened nipple, and it tore a moan from your lips. You had expected the metal of his arm to be downright freezing in this cold, but it was so warm, almost hot. You were certain he’d melt snow if he reached for it right now.

Passion had its hold over the both of you, you’d never experienced anything like this before. Bucky’s kisses were getting hungrier, it felt rough and possessive. He took your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb, pulling only slightly at first to gauge your response. While grinding yourself against his lower stomach where he was holding you, the tug made you buck into him as you moaned into his mouth. You could feel him smirk against your lips. His fingers continue to work your nipple while his mouth moves back down to your throat. Bucky licks and bites around your jugular before attaching himself and sucking on your pulse. Knowing he was marking you made you impossibly needier. You were desperate for him to touch your cunt at this point.

“Bucky,” you moaned deeply, “P-please. I want to feel you. I want you to touch me.” He was already shifting you up just enough to bring your ample bosom closer to his face, placing soft kisses and bites along them both. He practically purred against your flesh at your words.

“Mmmh, but I am touching you kitten,” he flicked your nipple a few times with his tongue before looking up at you. “You’ll have to be more specific if there’s something you want.”

“My cunt Bucky,” you almost shout breathlessly, “I want- I need you to touch my cunt! Please!”

“Such a good pet,” he groaned before hoisting you even higher. Your legs were now resting on his strong shoulders. The swiftness of his actions and your new distance from the ground caused you to shriek a little. The sound died in your throat and was replaced by the deepest moan you’d let out so far when you felt Bucky’s tongue running up your slit slowly.

You looked down and saw Bucky had pulled your panties to one side and nestled his face quite happily between your thighs. His tongue moved up and down your slit a few times before he dove it deep into your heat. A moan reverberated deep within his chest, and he could feel his cock leaking in his jeans. Your juices were the most divine delicacy to ever grace his senses. He began to devour you as if he’d never again be allowed to eat. The moment his mouth found its way to your clit, you were sure you’d fall apart instantly. Your nails were digging into the base of his skull as you held onto him as if you might die if you let go. The heat was rising so quickly now, you were seconds from boiling over.

“B-Bucky I’m- Ahhhhh yes!” Speaking was so hard; you were barely able to form the words you wanted to get out. “So cl-close Buck. Please!” Two beats later he pulled away abruptly and you cried at the loss of his mouth.

“Please, what? You’ve been such a good girl for me, and you ask so well, but use your words and tell me what you’re asking for doll.”

“I want to cum!” You choke out desperately. “Please make me cum Bucky!” His tongue moved back between your folds and brought one of his hands up to work your clit.

Bucky worked you over quickly. He wanted to bring you to your first orgasm of the night. Only then would he dare take you farther, and his cock was so desperate to feel your heat. You’d already been so close to the edge when Bucky had stopped that it didn’t take much more coaxing to bring you to your breaking point. You screamed his name into the night as your orgasm ripped through your body. Bucky eagerly lapped up all of your juices and slowed his movements gradually as you rode out your high. Once your breathing began to regulate, he lowered you back down to his waist slowly. As you settled onto his hips again, you brought your lips to his in a tender kiss. You relished in the taste of yourself on his lips, the experience was intoxicating.

“Do you want more pet?” Bucky whispered against your lips. You nodded enthusiastically as he pulled away just enough to search your eyes for any hesitation. “Do you think that little cunt of yours is ready for my cock, or should I make you wait a little longer? Stretch you out on my fingers for a bit first?” You couldn’t stop the long whine that left your body as you shook your head.

“I don’t need to be stretched,” you argue nuzzling into his neck. “I want to feel you, now, please fill me with your cock Bucky! I’m ready for it.” The desperation in your voice shocked you both. You weren’t sure what had come over you, but you couldn’t fight it. Something about this man, this place, you’d given into your desire and there was no shutting it off tonight. You’d had a handful of fantasies with him play out in your head late at night, you were ready to finally experience the real thing. Bucky didn’t need to ask twice. Your eagerness for him was almost enough to bring Bucky to his own climax. This was already more than he’d let himself hope to share with you.

Bucky propped you up a little higher in order to undo his pants with his right hand, keeping you steady against him with his left. The movement caused your sensitive clit to rub against his firm abs, eliciting another moan from your lips. Bucky let out a sigh of relief as his length was finally released from its denim prison. Brushing your soaked panties to the side again, he lined his tip up with your entrance and kissed you softly a few times before asking you if you were ready. You kiss him again and, as soon as the word ‘yes’ passes your lips, he lowers you on to himself slowly until he bottoms out in your cunt. The both of you moan deeply in unison. You were so full of him; your heart was racing wildly. You’d never felt this full. Being with someone had never felt this right. Unknown to you was how Bucky felt the same way. You were so soft, taking him so well as if you were made for him.

After waiting a few moments for you to adjust to him, Bucky slowly began to pump into you, setting up a steady rhythm with you rolling your hips into him. The whole experience had begun so quickly, attacking each other animalistically, but now the tone had shifted. Bucky was being tender with you, slow but passionate. Your lips stayed locked together, exploring each other’s mouths, intent on knowing every inch of them by heart. Only when either of you were desperate for air would you break apart. You started to grind against Bucky harder, feeling the heat and tightness of your arousal stirring inside you once again. His pace began to quicken, thumb moving between your bodies to rub circles on your sensitive little bud. You threw your head back against the tree, unable to contain your moans. Bucky used this opportunity to explore you with his mouth once again. Soft kisses along your jaw and down until he was kissing and nibbling along your collarbone. Your cunt was squeezing Bucky’s cock tightly, he knew you’d unravel soon.

Bucky thrust into you hard, deep, you were seeing stars. You’d never been so thankful to be in such a secluded area, because you were certain people would be able to hear your moans and cries for miles around otherwise. Bucky’s moans were mixing in the night air with your own. He was getting close himself, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He wanted the two of you to cum together, his lips moved to your ear.

“So, close my pet,” he moaned, nipping at your earlobe affectionately. “I can feel that you’re getting there too. Can we cum together, doll?” He groaned as his breathing became more ragged. You were barely holding on.

“Ye-y-” you breathed, finding it difficult to form words anymore. “YES! Fuck- Yes Bucky. I wa-I want-” you couldn’t finish your sentence. Bucky was hitting your back wall and you couldn’t hold back anymore. Both of you cried out each other's names as your orgasms washed over each of you and mixed together while Bucky fucked you through your joint high. The feeling of Bucky filling you with his load was a feeling you instantly knew you’d be addicted to. His movements began to slow, and you tried to steady your breathing. You were blissed out and didn’t trust your legs to carry you back to the house. Bucky placed a soft kiss on your lips, pulling you from your thoughts.

“That,” he gave you another sweet kiss, “was amazing doll. How do you feel?” His gentle eyes were scanning your face for any signs of discomfort.

“I feel,” you let out a satisfied sigh, “wonderful.” You smiled affectionately at him and then felt your body shiver as the cold suddenly lashed against your skin. While your body was winding down from your encounter with Bucky, the adrenaline was also leaving, and you were much more aware of your surroundings and the weather outside. Bucky was also beginning to feel the chill and asked you if you were ready to be set down. You nodded even though you didn’t trust your legs to hold you up. As if he could read your mind, Bucky let out a small chuckle.

“I just need you to be able to get your pants and at least your jacket back on,” he said sweetly. “If my girl can do that for me, I can grab everything else and carry you back.” You smiled a little shyly and bit your lip.

“Your girl huh?” You asked in a teasing tone. “Maybe we should talk about that a little more later.” Bucky noticed the serious shift in your voice and agreed. This was something that he wanted to talk to you about more as well, but this was not the place. He needed to get you back inside where he could get you cleaned up and warm.

Once you were mostly dressed again, true to his word, Bucky scooped you up in his arms and carried you back to the house, all of your still discarded clothes in hand. He took you to your room and set you on the bed gently. He told you to strip down but get under the covers to stabilize your body temperature while he drew you a hot bath. Lying in your warm bed you felt your eyes growing heavy from all the excitement of the night. While everything was replaying in your head, your eyes shut slowly, and a content smile crossed your lips.

For the first time since you’d arrived at this secluded house in the woods, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

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What Color is Love? Chapter 5: For Better or For Worse

TW: Talks of infidelity

Word Count: 4,360

If you’re new to the series, or have missed any chapters, here are the previous ones: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

Her blue eyes darkened as her laughing subsided. Bucky watched tentatively as Sharon stalked towards him, tutting mockingly. “Is that really any way to greet an old friend?” she asked coolly.

“I wouldn’t really say we were friends,” he responded with an eyeroll. “So how about you answer my question instead of dodging. We both know you shouldn’t be here.”

Sharon Carter. She was more trouble than Bucky wanted to deal with. Especially with everything going on right now. Steve had told Bucky before that he once dated Sharon for quite some time until she’d broken things off with Steve unexpectedly just before he met you. Bucky wondered to himself if Steve had ever mentioned her to you, but he had a suspicion that not much was said, if anything was at all. Bucky felt like he knew too much about their relationship. Particularly when it came to the venomous grip she had on Steve.

Bucky had always been Steve’s confidant, and vice versa; they were bonded in so many ways. But now Bucky wished he could erase some of the secrets told to him by his dearest friend. Steve had told Bucky about his weakness for Sharon. To Bucky’s knowledge, there had only been two affairs with Sharon since Steve had started seeing you. Both occasions he fed Bucky some bullshit ‘justification’ that Bucky, now feeling foolishly about it, would shrug off. He had chosen to trust his best friend and not worry too much about a stranger he’d never met.

You were no longer just some stranger to Bucky, and he had seen just how dedicated you were to Steve. It made Bucky feel sick. Sick that he chose not to care until it suited him, and sick that his friend could betray someone so faithful and kind. Bucky was sure you wouldn’t believe him if he told you about Sharon. Especially now. Not after he had just asked you to run away with him on your wedding day.

Sharon’s face was suddenly very close to Bucky’s, making him jump away and pulling him back from his thoughts. She gave him a vicious smirk.

“You know why I’m here, I don’t exactly keep it a secret that I’m in love with Steve,” she said, getting close to him again. “And it looks to me,” she continued, her eyes boring into his with an intensity and knowingness that made him uncomfortable, “like you’re in love with the ickle little bride-to-be.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Bucky snapped at her, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. “I barely know her. I’m just being friendly with her for Steve’s sake.”

“Yes,” she nodded, walking over to the fence and sitting herself on top of it gingerly. “Because ‘friends’,” she mimed air quotes at him around the word, “ask engaged friends to run away with them.” Bucky froze. ‘Shit!’ he thought to himself, now suddenly very worried she might tell Steve what she had overheard.

“Don’t worry so much.” She let out another venomous laugh. “I don’t care about her, and you know it. But telling Steve…” She paused, looking up at the sky. The love he could see etched all over her face made his skin crawl. “He’d be so heartbroken, and I can’t have that. I know he won’t leave her for me, but I can live with that as long as I still get to have him when we need each other.”

Suddenly her eyes went wide with excitement, and she jumped off the fence and ran over to Bucky. “This could actually be perfect for you!” She said, smiling widely. “I mean, you were both soo obvious with your conversation. She clearly loves you t-”

“No, she doesn’t,” Bucky cut her off quickly. A lump had formed in his throat, and he kicked at the ground, pacing a little before gesturing to the door you had walked through only a few minutes before. “If you were listening at all then you would have heard her. [Y/n] very clearly said she wants to be with Steve. They’re getting married Sharon.”

“Oh, boohoo for Bucky but that mustn’t mean much to Steve because we snuck away from Sam the other night and Steve fucked my brains out!” Sharon laughed maliciously. “Marriage means nothing! He’ll still always come running back whenever he’s craving a little signature Carter loving. He can’t get it from Aunt Peggy anymore and I’m more than willing to be a surrogate. With this arrangement you could totally be the little Mrs.’ side piece.”

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You stood there, frozen. Too stunned to cry, too shocked to move. You had hesitated at the door initially because you were fighting the urge to run back to Bucky. To jump into his arms and beg him to take you away from everything, everyone. Just the two of you. It was just for a moment. One fleeting moment and you felt sick over it, but before your feet had a chance to take you back to your room, the sound of an unknown female voice caught your ear and your curiosity got the better of you, rooting you to the spot.

Never in your wildest daydreams could you have ever imagined the conversation you’d just overheard. Steve and Sharon. ‘How long has it been going on?’ You wondered. Could it really be true, or was she just making it all up to get a rise out of Bucky? To tease him because of what he had said to you.

‘Why though?’ a very Natasha-like voice said in your head. ‘What would that do for anyone? Don’t be an idiot.’

You shake your head and walk back towards your dressing room. ‘Sharon must have it twisted,’ you tell yourself. ‘She’s probably delusional and exaggerating the relationship.’ You decide that you’ll ask Steve about it later. After the wedding. You didn’t want to risk facing a truth you weren’t ready to hear. Not today. Not right now.

Everything moves in a haze after you get back to your room in the church. You don’t say much to anyone, Wanda and Nat seem to have chalked up your new behavior to nerves after a while. At first, they kept asking you repeatedly if everything was alright but eventually, thankfully, they had no choice but to let it go after your constant reassurance that everything was fine. That you were fine. Before you knew it, you were in position with Tony for the procession. He would be escorting you down the aisle and giving you away. His voice was what finally broke you out of your haze. “You ready for this kid?” He asked as he took your arm in him. You gave him a quick nod and a small smile. It was all you could muster. “Your mother would be so proud of the woman you’ve become [Y/n].”

Tears prick in your eyes at the mention of your mother. What would she have thought of this situation with Bucky? Would you have even told her? Tony pulled you into a tight hug and you heard the music begin, signaling it was time for you both to start walking.

Dabbing your eyes quickly, you took a deep breath and grabbed ahold of Tony’s arm again.

It was time.

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The doors opened and Bucky was determined to not look at you. He was so embarrassed about asking you to run away with him. Even if he had meant it in the moment, and part of him very much still did. He was determined to not let Sharon get to him, however. If what she said was true, he’d find out soon enough. Bucky had decided he would talk to Steve after the wedding. As much as he wanted to stop everything and shake Steve, yell at him over what he had been told and demand to know if it was true, Bucky wasn’t sure what the right thing to do was. He knew now how badly you wanted to be with Steve, at least he knew that’s what you kept telling him. He wanted to respect your wishes, even if it hurt him. He knew he had no right to get in the way of your happiness, and his desire to was purely selfish.

Bucky thought about how Sharon could be lying about the other night with Steve. If he made a big scene about it, and it turned out to be a lie, he might ruin everything for you and Steve for nothing. ‘What if it’s not a lie though?’ Bucky thought. He blinked rapidly a few times in lieu of shaking his head to rid himself of the thought. Fact of the matter was he had only recently met you; he didn’t know you yet. If Sharon was right, Bucky knew he had no way of knowing if this was maybe something you could look past. Maybe you’d be willing to still work things out with Steve. Bucky had to stay out of all of this, at least for today, of that he felt resolute.

But then the music finally hit his ears, and he heard it. The soft sounds of the trumpet. A song Bucky had heard countless times, but not since reawakening from HYDRA’s control. Steve had often played this record during their time together before the train incident. The last time Bucky had seen his best friend or the Howling Commandos before being trapped in a deep inner darkness.

“Why would she be walking to this song!?” Bucky thought to himself, rage building inside of him.

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

He snapped.

Bucky’s hands were already clasped in front of him, so no one noticed as he fiddled with the watch on his wrist. Even if they had, they would merely think he was experiencing nervous excitement for his best friend. No one saw Bucky’s eyes dart over to the open window which was letting in a beautiful summer breeze. Everyone was too transfixed by you and your beauty to see the small combat and reconnaissance drone slowly rising, only to vanish at the exact moment it crossed the window’s threshold. The newly installed stealth function wasn’t flawless, which only benefited Bucky more. There was just enough of a shimmer that, if you knew to look for it, Redwing was easy enough to spot. Child’s play for the super soldier to track around the room as he controlled it.

You had made your way up to the altar, but Bucky wouldn’t let himself be distracted even for a moment. With Tony being the only blood-related family that you knew you had anymore, all the remaining Avengers not in the wedding party chose to sit on your side of the church to symbolize your new family with them. This worked to Bucky’s advantage because it meant he didn’t have to have his head turned any strange ways during the ceremony. He’d managed to get Redwing across the aisle just in front of you and Bucky was already maneuvering the drone near Bruce’s ankles. Bucky chanced a quick glance down to the watch to locate the laser controls. He didn’t want to hurt Bruce if he could avoid it, just irritate him enough to release Hulk. He knew he’d have to find a way to make this up to Bruce later somehow, without admitting he was the cause. For someone who had the Hulk inside him with anger being the release trigger, Bruce was an exceedingly kind and caring man. Bucky knew feeling as though he ruined your wedding would weigh heavy on Bruce’s heart, but there was no turning back now.

The priest asked Steve to begin reciting his vows. Bucky needed to get a move on, or he would run out of time. Faking a small smile as his friend professed his love and made what Bucky now felt to be false promises to you, Bucky pressed the small command for the laser and hit Bruce in the ankle. Bruce’s leg twitched slightly, not that anyone, including Bucky, could tell. Bucky hit the laser again in two short bursts, this time noticing a small ruffle from Bruce. His face looked slightly confused for a moment but quickly brushed it off. You were giving your vows now; Bucky was growing nervous.

As the ceremony neared closer and closer to its finish, Bucky continued the small laser attacks on Bruce. He started to move Redwing around so there were multiple areas of attack. Thor, who sat next to Bruce, even began glancing down at the floor periodically to try and see if he could spot what was causing Bruce such discomfort. Sam nudged Bucky slightly from behind and whispered in his ear.

“Dude, that’s your cue.”

Bucky blinked and saw Steve’s eyes looking back into his own. There was a mixture of confusion and amusement etched over Steve’s face. “The ring, Buck? You didn’t forget it, did you?” Steve asked softly.

Bucky let out a short hollow laugh that he tried to cover with a cough. “Right!” he exclaimed, reaching into his breast pocket for the small silver band meant for your finger. “Sorry Stevie, it’s all just so beautiful,” he said, handing over the ring. Steve smiled widely at Bucky and turned back to face you. Bucky was really panicking now, he needed to get a reaction out of Bruce fast or his chance would be lost.

The zaps to Bruce’s poor ankles got more frequent and intense. Time was no longer on Bucky’s side, he had to go harder. You were giving your ring to Steve; Bucky heard him say his ‘I do’ and you were next. Bucky wouldn’t let you say it, he couldn’t.

“[Y/F/N Y/L/N] do you take,” Bucky could see the sweat dripping down Bruce’s forehead. The tinge of green creeping up his neck. He was so close.

“Lawfully wedded husband?” Stronger, longer zaps. Bruce had to break. Bucky needed him to break. You looked at Steve and smiled, the last bit of doubt creeping to the forefront of your thoughts again. You took a deep breath and swallowed down the feelings you refused to acknowledge. This was who you’d chosen, it was the right choice. Steve was the only choice. You’d be happy together. You would make sure you were happy. Steve said your name quizzically, searching your face for the reason for your pause. You straightened yourself up and opened your mouth.

“I-” A thunderous roar came from the audience. Bruce’s clothes ripped away as the Hulk fought his way to the surface, knocking back chairs as he rose to his full height. Guests began shrieking in surprise and some ran from their chairs towards the chapel doors. Nat rushed forward to try to soothe Hulk, but Clint yelled for her to watch out. She dived just in time to dodge the rubble falling in from the roof. The church was under attack.

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You sat in the car quietly, still trying to process what had happened in the last ten or so hours. This wasn’t how you pictured your wedding day. Then again, who would ever imagine that there might be an attack on their wedding venue? You supposed it should have been at least something that crossed your mind, given that you were getting married to an Avenger after all. You looked down at your left hand, the silver band catching the moonlight that periodically broke through the trees. It felt strange, everything felt strange. You were wearing a wedding ring, still in your wedding dress, yet you did not have a husband; nor were you with the man who was almost your husband mere hours ago. You tore your eyes away from your hand and looked over at Bucky. He hadn’t spoken a word to you since he’d gotten you into the car. He was resolute in his attentiveness to the road, you could tell he was alert to his surroundings, likely in case you were being followed, but you also felt like he was avoiding you intentionally after the conversation from earlier.

You sighed softly to yourself and let your head rest against the car window, going over the recent events in your head. There wasn’t much known about who was behind the attack just yet. At least, if there was information known, you were sure a lot of it was being kept from you, as that was often the case when there were Avenger level emergencies being handled. All you’d been able to gather before being hidden away was that the men attacking the church wanted to put an end to the non-human and superhuman presence in the city. They were especially fixated on Steve and Bucky, though didn’t seem to know what Bucky looked like or his real name, seeing as they didn’t go for him directly, and only referred to him as the Winter Soldier.

Steve had yelled for Bucky to get you to safety and Wanda helped clear a way for the two of you to get out. You’d been insistent that Bucky take you to the bunker underneath Avengers tower and he did so, begrudgingly stating it was not safe. Your intuition had been right, however, and that was exactly where Steve went looking for you maybe an hour later. That’s when he told you, told you that you had to leave with Bucky and go into hiding together. You were irate and inconsolable at the thought of it all. You flat out refused, and he wouldn’t listen.

“They want you dead,” Steve said to you, pain in his voice. “One of them did the whole monologuing garbage and they’re after you as well, for no crime other than loving me.”

The pain was so evident in his voice and across his face. He asked for your forgiveness and, instead of telling him he had no reason to be sorry, your brain suddenly reminded you of the conversation you overheard earlier. A strange anger took hold of you, and you couldn’t stop the next words from escaping your lips.

“So, are they after Sharon too?” you asked coldly. “Or are they just as in the dark about her as I was?”

You couldn’t stop yourself. This wasn’t how you wanted to get to the bottom of this! You had decided to be calm, and ask him about what she had said, not blaze through him with accusations. But since leaving the church you couldn’t help but wonder if that whole mess had actually been a sign. Maybe it was important to hash things out with the full weight of your emotions behind them. Steve looked down at you, confusion etched all over his face, but you’d also seen the lightning quick flash of fear and guilt that shone in his eyes.

“What do- Who- I mean,” he cleared his throat quickly. “I wasn’t aware you knew Sharon but, why would they be after a S.H.I.E.L.D agent? What does she have to do with you?”

“Well, you said they were after me because I love you, right?” you asked, a lump growing in your throat. You knew the tears were coming. Steve said nothing but gave you a small nod. “Well from what I overheard today she loves you as well. In fact, she quite literally said the exact words ‘I’m in love with Steve’ to Bucky before the ceremony.”

“[Y/n]-” Bucky tried to interject; shaken to know you’d overheard his conversation with Sharon. You cut him off, ignoring him completely. The tears were welling up in your eyes now. “And how could she not after all!” You were starting to yell. “Since you apparently couldn’t keep your hands off her THE DAY BEFORE OUR WEDDING!”

You’d completely lost it at this point. Tears were rushing down your cheeks. You heard a loud ‘The Fuck?!’ coming from the door and you could just make out the blurred outlines of Nat and Wanda. You recognized Nat’s voice as the person who yelled but Wanda was keeping her from getting anywhere near Steve, who was trying to reach out to you. You took a step back and shook your head violently.

“TELL ME IT ISN’T TRUE! Tell me she was lying!” The tears were becoming too overwhelming for you to shout anymore. All the emotions over the past couple of days had taken hold of you. It didn’t matter if he said it was true or not, nothing could stop the tears, and it felt as though nothing could make it worse.

“I- [Y/n] I’m so sorry,” Steve finally said in a dejected, heart wrenching whisper.

It was all he needed to say. The confirmation was there and the full weight of it sent you crashing to the floor. Steve moved to comfort you, but Natasha had finally broken free of Wanda’s grasp and got to you first. There was a lot of yelling coming from Nat, a calmer voice from Bucky and a mothering tone from Wanda’s direction. You didn’t know what anyone was saying anymore. Everything felt like it was crashing down around you. This morning you were going to be married, and now it was evening and your fiancé had admitted to adultery, after telling you that your life is in danger, and you need to hide. You never wanted to look at Steve again. You suddenly felt so relieved that you hadn’t gotten married. The sobs that had overtaken you had suddenly stopped, and you slowly began to stand up. The silence from you, and your movements, cast a silence throughout the entire room. Everyone else froze, watching you intensely.

You walked over to Steve. His eyes were red and puffy like yours. This clearly was hurting him as well and he had also begun to cry at some point. You reached your hand out towards him and he extended his own, wanting to take your hand in his. You opened your fist and, instead of taking Steve’s hand like he was hoping you would, you gently dropped both rings into his hand.

“I think today turned out for the best then,” you stated in a flat, monotone voice. “You’re not the man I thought you were Steve Rogers.”

Steve managed to catch your shoulder as you turned from him and looked at you with pleading eyes. “No, no [Y/n] please!” His tears were falling faster. “I’m sorry, so unbelievably sorry! I know I messed up but please,” he grabbed hold of your hand and placed just the silver band against your palm. “Hold onto this? Please?” He dropped to his knees, begging to hold your attention and for you to hear him out.

“I know I seriously messed up. I- I fucked up royally. I shouldn’t ask anything from you, and I don’t deserve to, but please.” He was shaking like you’d never seen before. As mad at him as you were, you hated seeing him like this. “Go with Bucky, stay safe. Keep the ring and when it’s safe again I’ll come find you. If you still want me to take the ring I will, I won’t fight it. But- maybe we could talk then and- and you might k- keep it?” His sentence faltered into a question, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what you might be thinking.

You felt as though he’d never really loved you and you considered throwing the ring in his face and leaving, you were better off without him. As soon as that thought crossed your mind however, some part of you, deep inside, wondered if that was only because of Bucky and the colors. How would you process this news otherwise? Maybe time was all you needed, to process everything that had happened. What if it wasn’t really over for you and Steve? Or is that just what you would have told yourself because you didn’t believe you had any other options? Your head was spinning, it was all too much. You closed your hand around the ring and gave Steve a small nod.

“Alright,” you said barely over a whisper. “Alright I’ll keep it, and we can talk later, but we aren’t together anymore. While we are separated, that’s exactly what I want to be. Separated. I need time apart. Completely apart.“

You weren’t sure what exactly possessed you to put the ring on instead of just stashing it in one of your bags. Maybe once you got to, wherever it was Bucky was taking you, you would find a safe place to hide it. Keep it but keep it out of sight. You let out a small yawn and turned your attention to Bucky again.

“How much farther?” you asked him softly.

His eyes finally tore themselves from the road and met yours for the first time in what had begun to feel like days. “We’ve actually just arrived.”

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What Color is Love? Chapter 4: Wedding Day Jitters

[A/N Sorry for the delay! I've had the worst writers block ever and personal stressors weren't exactly helping. I want to give a quick shout out to @mrs-mischief-209 for just being an absolute blessing! PLEASE check out her work!! She's so supportive and a fabulous beta for all my writing! She really helped me out of my block and I'm so greatful! Love you bb🧡]

(08/08/22 - - Update edit to change the Bucky POV to a new format, same as the previous chapters update. Hopefully new content soon!)

Word Count: 2,188

If you're new to the series, or have missed any chapters, here are the previous ones: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

"What the fuck do you mean she sees color?!"

You leap from the vanity where you were finishing your makeup and run over to Natasha, shushing her violently. "Please Nat," you pleaded at her, "lower your voice." You had no idea who could be roaming the halls outside your dressing room door. The last thing you needed was for someone to overhear something like that.

Wanda had just updated Nat on the situation despite your adamant protests. The less people who knew the better, and you knew Nat was going to react poorly. She was always so protective of the people she cared about. You braced yourself for the lecture you knew you couldn't avoid.

"It's Barnes, isn't it?" Natasha asked you, thankfully in a lower volume than before. You couldn't meet her eyes, but you bit your lower lip and nodded once. She walked over to you and lifted your chin to meet her face. Her face bore no expression but her eyes looked cold as ice. "You're seriously still going to go through with this today?" She asked bitterly.

You sighed, opening your mouth then closing it again. Unsure of what you could say to make Nat understand. "I have to continue what I started. I don't know Bucky. I know Steve." You turned around and walked back to the vanity, picking up the lipstick and touching up before continuing. "It's foolish to throw my life away for someone I just met. I-I'm meant to be with Steve."

"If that were so true you'd have seen color with him instead of someone else!" Natasha snapped.

"Natasha," Wanda interjected, "if this is what makes her happy-"

"You're really going to just stand aside and watch her go through with this?!" Natasha looked at Wanda as if she'd been slapped. "Look deep in her eyes, or hell you can look into her mind," she jesters back to you, "does she really seem happy to you?!"

Wanda meets your eye, she already knew the conflict in your heart, you knew that, but she also knew your resolve. "She says this is what she wants," Wanda says flatly. "You know as well as I do that, once her mind is made up, we can't change it." You give Wanda a small nod and mouth 'thank you' to her. Natasha sighs and throws herself along the couch she'd previously been sitting on. She's silent for a moment but then sits up straight, not looking at you she speaks to the room.

"I think you're making a terrible mistake. If nothing else you should at least postpone the wedding," she sighs deeply and finally looks at you. "I love you [y/n], like a sister. I only want you to be loved and be happy. While I don't agree with what you're doing, if Steve really makes you this happy, well then I'll still stand by your side today."

You're barely able to thank her before she's waving your words away and moving on with preparations as if nothing had happened. Wanda helps you with your hair as Nat prepares your dress and vail, making sure any creases are steamed out. The scheduled photographer arrives and you stage a few 'getting ready photos' before Wanda and Nat help you into your dress. A few more photos with the photographer and they are on their way, leaving you alone with the girls once again.

"Oh wow [y/n]," Wanda says, stepping back to take the full look in. "You look so stunning."

Natasha nods in agreement, both of them have glistening eyes. You turn and look at yourself in the mirror. A lump forms in your throat as you take it all in. You never thought you'd get to this point in your life. Never thought someone would love you enough to want you forever. But then you found Steve. Your stomach lurched and you felt nauseous.

"Will you both excuse me," you ask, removing the veil you put on for photos and gently placing it on the vanity. "I think I just need a moment alone, and some air."

You walk past them both and peek out the door. The coast was clear and you moved quickly. Your dressing room was already close to the end of the hall where there was a patio. Steve's dressing room was on the other side of the church, so you should be safe from being seen. Once outside you take a deep breath and steady yourself on the railing that lined the patio. Your mind was racing with thoughts of Steve, and thoughts of Bucky, back and forth despite your attempts to push all your doubts aside. You hear the crack of a stick breaking under foot fall and squeak a little, turning to see who was intruding on your solitude.

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Bucky's mind had been racing all morning. What was the best way to break up the wedding? he would wonder. Then his guilty conscience would creep up and he’d silently yell at himself for being heartless and selfish, before falling back into strategizing. The internal war was intense and had kept him oddly quiet all day. It wasn't until he felt a hand on his shoulder that he came out of his thoughts.

"Hey man, you doin' alright?" Sam's voice permeated through Bucky’s head, grounding him back into reality. Bucky looked at Sam and forced a small smile.

"Yeah I'm just-," Bucky looked around. 'When the hell did we get to the church?' he asked himself before blinking and looking back at Sam, who smirked and nodded his head at Bucky.

"Ah I know what's going on in that cyborg head of yours," he chuckles to himself. "You're all freaked out about that best man speech you gotta give tonight! I told Steve you weren't gonna like public speaking and I could do the toast."

Bucky blinked at him for a moment then cleared his throat. "Yeah, man, I just, really don't want to screw up." His words weren't entirely untrue, they just didn't mean exactly what Sam thought they did. Sam walked away from his bag and clapped Bucky on the shoulders, gripping them tight.

"Don't worry about it so much," he said with kind eyes, no longer joking. "Speak from the heart and you'll do fine. No one knows Steve like you, you'll be great. Speaking of Steve though I'm going to go check on him and bring him back. Show's gonna start sooner than we think."

With a pat of the back and a wink, Sam left the room. Bucky groaned and rubbed the back of his neck. Sam really knew how to make him feel like crap without meaning to. Bucky started pacing the room, letting the 'should I, shouldn't I' war resume in his head. That's when he sees it, and the light bulb goes off in your head. A small device on a watch band, glistening in Sam's bag. Bucky picked it up and examined it. A discreet remote control for Redwing meant to resemble a watch. He just managed to get it on and under his jacket cuff when Steve and Sam walked through the door.

Steve starts talking to Bucky about the best man speech, clearly Sam had mentioned to him that Bucky said he was feeling nervous. Bucky nodded and smiled at Steve but he didn't really hear him. He was trying to remain focused on what he’d decided to do. A sickening feeling of betrayal rips through his stomach and he excused himself.

"Sorry," Bucky says, waving a hand at Steve and Sam. "I think I just need some air real quick." He’s gone before either of them have a chance to say anything else. Bucky needed to be alone so he could process his emotions, something he’d never been very good at.

Bucky isn’t paying attention to where his feet are carrying him, he just focuses on moving. The blood flow helps him think, helps him plan out what he’ll do. He knew Redwing had a stealth mode, he’d activate that first so no one would notice. Banner was going to be in the second row, surrounded by the other Avengers just in case there was any mishap with the Hulk. He knew it would be safe to-

"Bucky?"

Hearing his name snaps Bucky out of his trance and he looks around. You were standing not far from him, surrounded by an iron fence next to a door. Bucky realizes he must have walked clear around the church and ended up on the bridal side. You say his name again and he blinked a couple times before really looking at you.

"Wow doll," he whispered breathlessly. He thought you were the picture of perfection. Your loose curls looked so soft he felt himself reaching out without thinking. Bucky catches himself in time and lowers his arm, afraid to ruin the look. "You're so beautiful [y/n]."

You blushed deeply and gave him a small smile. "Thank you," you say in a small voice. Bucky tilted his head a little at the sound of your voice, which sounded so sad. He placed his hands on top of your own which were currently resting on the metal fence.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, trying to search for an answer in your eyes, his mind racing again. Maybe this was you getting cold feet. Should he tell you of his plan? Would it make you happy?

"Seeing you," you say flatly, bringing Bucky out of his head and back to reality. He shook his head and gave you a confused look. "You make me feel all twisted up inside." Your eyes begin to water and Bucky can feel his stomach drop. He was three for three for making you cry when the two of you were alone. "I'm so sure of my feelings, what I want out of life, and then-" your breath hitches as a lone tear slides down your cheek.

Bucky knew he shouldn't, but he couldn’t bear to see you this way and he moved on instinct. Taking a step forward so there's only space for the iron rail between the two of you, Bucky reached up and wiped the tear away. He leaves his hand on your cheek and caresses your face gently. You lean into his touch and let your eyes flutter shut for just a moment before letting out a small laugh and looking at him once more.

"Then you do something like this," you say dejectedly. "You show up and you consume my thoughts and make me feel so wonderful, which in turn makes me feel so wretched."

"Run away with me."

"What?" You pull away from Bucky quickly and look at him completely dumbfounded. Bucky honestly couldn't blame you for the look you were giving him. He couldn't believe he’d said that either. He wondered for a moment what on earth had come over him when he decided to roll with the momentum and ask you what he’d been wanting to ask you since you met.

"Are you truly happy [y/n]? Is this life with Steve really what you want? Not something you've convinced yourself is best because there weren't other options available to you?"

You studied his face for a moment before turning away from him and pacing in your little enclosure for a few minutes. Bucky though you looked like a rare beautiful bird locked in a cage. One he’d just opened and was praying you’d fly out of it to be with him. After a couple of minutes you stopped, keeping your back to him this time as you spoke.

"I love Steve very much, and I have for a long time now. He is everything someone could possibly want in a partner. He's old fashioned perfection." Bucky thought something seemed strange with your tone but he couldn't figure out what it was, or if he was imagining it to lessen the sting of your words. You didn't give him any more time to ponder his thoughts before you were facing him again. There was a powerful, honest resolution in your eyes. "I want to marry Steve today."

All Bucky was able to do was give you a nod before you excused yourself and went back inside. No doubt to freshen up before the ceremony started, he thought. Bucky stood there looking at the door you had just walked though for what felt like a lifetime. His body felt empty, numb.

'She was never yours to begin with,' he thought to himself. 'Why are you letting this affect you so much? You need to let this go, let the notion of being with [y/n] go.' He didn't have the opportunity to wallow in his self pity for long, however, before a venomous laugh pierced through his thoughts. A laugh he would recognize anywhere.

"What the hell are you doing here Sharon?"

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I could read this all day!

Hi!!!!

Ok so I was wondering using Fratboy Chris or Steve whoever you perfer to use in this

Sir get me to tutor you then friend zone me and on a frat party let me do the things my mother would disown me for then pretend we dont know each other like the toxic man we know fratboy he is.

~Mrs.Mischief209 🌷

Hello lovely!! It took me a hot second to have time to answer this but here I am!! This concept is really important to me physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Since I don't write Real Person Fic, I'll write this about fratboy!Steve. Inspired by these images:

Word count: 2.1K

Warnings: implied sexy time, dirty talk, possibly dub-con (reader and Steve are drunk the night of their first hook up), oral (f receiving), not proofread oops

You're not quite sure how you got here. Well, you know it involved a frat party and copious amounts of alcohol. However you ended up in this position, here you were: naked in Steve Rogers's bed with a pounding headache. You run your hand over your face and groan.

Steve fucking Rogers. God is there any name that sounds more likely to be a frat bro? And he had the personality to match. Steve Rogers was hands down the most arrogant (and coincidentally the most annoying) man you had ever met. Just looking at his stupid, perfect face pissed you off. So you decided that you’d either had waaaay to much to drink last night or Steve’s biceps had magical powers and that’s how you’d ended up here.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the bedroom door opening. You reflexively pulled up the blankets to cover your chest and Steve pauses in the threshold, a questioning look on his face.

“You’re still here?” he asks. Steve is fully dressed, backwards hat and all. His tank top hangs loose on his frame. The sides are almost entirely cut out, showing off toned torso.

“Uh yeah?” you reply, now mirroring his confused look. “I just woke up.”

“Well, uh, most girls when they see that I don’t stick around so...” Your skin burned through the tense silence that followed. You were getting kicked out and would have to “walk of shame” your way back to your dorm.

Steve left the room for you to get dressed and you did so as quickly as you could. You collected your shoes, not even bothering to put them on before leaving. Steve was waiting for you outside the bedroom.

“We should do this again sometime,” he said with a smirk that made you want to punch him in his perfect teeth.

“Yeah, right,” you scoff as you brush by him.

“You’re telling me you didn’t have a good time?” Steve was right, of course. He had a reputation, a good one. A rep like that didn’t come out of thin air. You certainly weren’t going to admit it though. You didn’t even justify him with a response.

You made your way down three flights of stairs to the ground level of house. You kept eyes trained on the ground as Steve’s fraternity brothers clapped and wolf-whistled at on your way out the door.

“C’mon baby, don’t he like that!” Steve hollered after you as he sauntered down the stairs , looking predictably smug. His housemates laughed and shouted mocking goodbyes at your back as you walked down the street as quickly as you could. You promised yourself that you would never go to one of these parties ever again.

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You had kept your promise, you really had. What you hadn’t done was ignore Steve’s 2am messages asking if you were awake. As much of a dick as he was, as much as he annoyed you, he had been a really good fuck. He was a pretty selfish partner, but his using you as nothing more than a toy almost turned you on more. Every time you got a late night text, all you could think about were the things he’d growled into your ear as he pounded you.

You’re just fucking hole for me to use.

Such a whore, letting me treat you like this.

You like it when I use you, don’t you slut?”

You had been fairly drunk that night, but no amount of alcohol could wash that kind of dirty talk away from your memory. It was those words, echoing around in your head 24/7, that convinced you to keep going back to him.

You learned your lesson from the first morning and are out of his bed before the sun rises. That is until one night a few months later, following a particularly exhausting week and a particularly exhausting fuck, you wake up to the light pouring in from the curtains and Steve’s arms wrapped tightly around your middle.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. The thought of having to repeat the embarrassment that followed your first night together makes you panic and try to wriggle out of Steve’s embrace. He stirs at your movement and groans, eyes still shut tight.

“Stay a while, baby,” he mumbles, voice heavy with sleep. You freeze at his words. He probably didn’t even realize what he was saying, still half-unconscious. You’d been hooking up all semester and he’d never given you any indication that he wanted you to stick around much past after he gets off. You formulate a response as quickly and as gracefully as you can muster.

“I, uh, I gotta go. I have...I have plans.” Steve groans again but lets you out of his arms. He rubs his eyes as you get dressed faster than you ever have before. Steve props himself up on his elbow and drinks in his sight of you, messy and disheveled all because of him.

“At least let one of the pledges make you breakfast,” he suggests but you turn him down, once again stating that you had plans, before rushing out the door.

Your walk home felt longer than ever as you tried to convince yourself that Steve had no idea what he said. He couldn’t have really meant it. This was supposed to be hook ups only, no strings attached. You both had agreed to that a long time ago. You could not start having actual feelings for him. You had to your remind yourself that Steve is an ass, but even then you think of all the times before you start messing around. Steve had his moments. You both would sit on his bed, watching TV and pretending that you weren’t just there to fuck. He’d ask you about your classes, sometimes about your friends, and even make you laugh every once in a while.

No. This had to end. You refused to get attached to this prick, of all people. The next time Steve texts, you don’t answer

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It had been a few weeks since the last time you saw Steve. He had texted you a few times since then and had been met with no response each time. At this point, you considered your little stint with Steve Rogers to be history. At least, until one Saturday afternoon when you were studying in the university library.

“Ok seriously, what the hell?” To large hands slam down onto the table. You jump, pulling your headphones off and meeting Steve’s intense gaze. He towered over you and you had to fight against the urge to shrink back into your seat.

“What?” you ask, still a little shocked from his entrance.

“I thought we were having fun and then I get a little vulnerable and you disappear on me?” Steve picks his hands up off the table and sits down in the chair in front of you.

“I wasn’t disappearing on you...I’ve just been busy.”

“Bullshit,” he says. “You’re not busy at 2 o'clock in the morning.”

“Steve, we’re not doing this here,” you whisper, glancing at the other students around you, pretending that they aren’t watching. You shut the lid of your laptop and began to gather your books.

“Yes we fuckin’ are because you won't talk to me any other way.” Thankfully, he lowered his voice to match yours so only the two of you could hear the conversation. Steve crosses his arms on the table and leans forward on to them. “Why’d you ghost me?”

“Why do you care so much? I’m sure you’ve got a line of other girls just dying to be whisked up to the third floor of a frat house.”

“Is that really what you think of me?” The hurt in his eyes took you by surprise. Maybe you meant more to him than you thought.

“That’s what everyone thinks of you,” you tell him, truthfully. When you were a freshman, upperclassmen girls warned you about Steve, warned that he would break your heart without thinking twice about it. What else were you supposed to think? “Besides, I thought this was supposed to be no strings attached, anyway.”

“Well, yeah, it started that way, but then I...I actually started to like having you around. I haven’t slept with anyone since we started hooking up all the time,” Steve could barely look you in the eyes at his admission. He wasn’t used to doing this kind of thing; he’s not very good at it.

You nearly laughed out loud. “You’ve practically treated me like shit for months, save for when you have your dick in me, and you expect me to believe that?”

“I gotta preserve my reputation somehow,” Steve hisses back. “I can’t have people thinking I’ve gone soft, can I? A fake reputation is all a man has, baby doll.”

“I’m tired of this, Steve. I have work to do.” You roll your eyes and trying to reopen your laptop, but Steve’s hand stops you.

“Come back to my place and I’ll prove it to you.”

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Your heels dig into Steve’s back as his hot tongue laps at your core. His eyes flit up your body to see your reaction. Your back arched as you moaned his name and you could feel him smirk into your cunt. Steve had never eaten you out before and now were mad at him for holding out on you. He had no right being as good at it as he was.

You cried out again as his lips attached to your click and began to suck. Your fingers tangled in his hair and gave it a sharp tug that made Steve’s cock twitch in his shorts. He lifted his head for a moment to take a breath and you squirmed at the loss of his tongue.

“That feel good, baby doll?” he asks coyly. You nod breathlessly and trying to push him back down by his hair.

“Impatient little thing,” he chuckles. “You believe me now when I say I want you around?”

“Uh huh,” you whimper, pathetically. You’re so far gone by now that Steve could probably make you agree to anything if it meant he would keep going.

“Good...I think it’s time I let my pretty girl cum for me.” Steve slips two fingers inside your cunt and brings his lips back to your clit. He scissors his fingers inside, stretching you out, before curling them up into your g-spot. You don’t have anytime to warn him before your orgasm tears through you.

Steve pumps his fingers slowly, easing you back down from your high. When your breathing begins to relax once more, he pulls his fingers from you completely and slips them into his mouth, sucking your juice from them.

“You taste so sweet, baby,” he hums. Steve leans down to kiss your forehead before crawling into bed beside you and pulling the blanket over both of you.

“What about you?” you ask, still blissed out from your orgasm.

“Don’t worry about me. I wanted to take care of you. Rest now, baby” he insists. Steve is sure you’re asleep before he even finishes his thought.

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You wake up several hours later to an empty bed and your heart sinks. How could you have been so stupid? You let Steve convince you that he actually cared about you, only for him to fall into his same old habits. You angrily threw the covers off and pulling your clothes on with more aggression then was probably called for. The door to the room flung open just as you were about to reach for the handle.

“Hey, woah, where you goin’ baby?” Steve asked with a surprised laugh.

“I fucking leaving. I’m not going to let you keep treating me like this.” You try to storm past him, but Steve holds an arm up to stop you.

“What are you talking about?” he chuckles. “I just went to grab the food from downstairs. I ordered Chinese.” He raises his opposite hand to show you the bag of takeout.

“Oh...” was all you could muster, feeling rather silly. Fortunately, Steve just laughs it off.

“You’re silly, baby doll. Now let’s eat. I’m sure you’re hungry.” He hands you a box and a pair of chopsticks before sitting down on the bed with his own.

You eat your food quietly, you still trying to fully wake up. When Steve speaks again, you’re certain that you’re still asleep and you’re dreaming.

“Would you wanna go get coffee sometime?” he asks, sheepishly.

“Like on a date?”

“Uh yeah, it can be a date, if you want.” You giggle at Steve’s attempt at maintaining some semblance of his “reputation”, but are flattered nonetheless.

“I’d like that very much.”

#Steve Rogers x reader #Steve rogers #frat boy!Steve #18+#Steve rogers smut #not my fic #reblog

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What Color is Love? Chapter 3: Beaches and Confessions

[A/N] The last half of the chapter will be in Bucky's POV as if you are him. First time having a POV change like this I'd love feedback🧡

10-19-2021 Update: I've gone through and changed how Bucky's POV reads. I no longer like the reader insert version and have opted for a 3rd person view of Bucky and his perspective. I hope you like the change. This is how POV changes will be moving forward. :)

Word Count: 3,832

If you’re new to the series, or have missed any chapters, here are the previous ones: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

You woke up groggy and confused. Your head hurts like it usually does when you're dehydrated from crying. Why were you crying?

Suddenly the night before came rushing back to you. Meeting Bucky, the stupid colors, the interaction in the kitchen. You groan and bury your face in your pillow. The kitchen. So everything hadn't been some awful nightmare after all. Sure enough as you glanced around the room everything was bright and full of color like it never had been before. You curse to yourself and roll over onto your back with a defeated sigh.

'What am I going to do?' You ask yourself.

Shaking your head you sit up. There wasn't anything to do. You weren't going to run in these mental circles again today. You're getting married tomorrow. That is final. Maybe Bucky had gone home by now. Does he have a home to go to if he stayed the night? Not important! He's no concern of yours. You'll be polite at the wedding and any future group gathers with him in attendance. You'll be casual acquaintances. Steve will never find out and the two of you will live a happy life together.

Is that really what you want?

You slap your hands on your cheeks a couple times and ignore your thoughts. It is a new day and you'll be damned if you're going to let this hold you down any more. 'Just avoid Bucky and things will go back to normal,' you tell yourself as you finally get out of bed.

You lay a flowy lavender tank top, your favorite pair of tight, dark wash skinny jeans that make your ass look phenomenal, and the first bra and panty set you find out on the bed. Stripping down you wrap a towel around you and head across the hall to the communal bathroom. This time of morning the shower is usually pretty empty, partially due to the fact that Natasha had laid out very clear "female time" rules once you moved over to this side of the compound. You appreciated the gesture but you always figured it was more of a courtesy to Steve than to you. Not that you wanted to see everyone naked and vice versa, it just didn't bother you, but Steve was oh so very old fashioned that way.

As you suspected the shower space was empty so you started the water in one of the shower cubicles and went over to the sink to brush your teeth. You always let the shower run for a bit so it would be nice and hot how you like it. When you were done with your teeth you brushed out your hair and sighed as you looked in the mirror. How on earth were your eyes still so puffy? You hoped the hot water and your exfoliator would help.

Wanting to move to the shower you found yourself rooted where you stood. This was the first time you'd looked at yourself with these new eyes of yours. Your eyes. Was it vain that you thought they looked beautiful? Everything was more beautiful now, all thanks to Bucky.

'No!' You squeezed your eyes shut tightly and let out a huff. 'Don't think about him like that. This isn't some blessing,' you tell yourself. 'This will be my curse.'

You removed your towel before stepping into the shower when you heard a scuffle that made you jump. Looking around you didn't see anyone, when you called out you didn't get a response. Deciding your brain is playing tricks on you because of how stressed you've been, you shrug the strange instance off and step under the hot jets of the shower and pull the curtain shut. Silently hoping to wash away all the madness of the last 24 hours.

The shower left you feeling rejuvenated. Dressed, hair done and just a hint of mascara to your lashes and you were headed off to the kitchen. Caffeine and Steve. That's what you needed right now. Grabbing yourself a mug of deliciousness, and deliberately trying to avoid thoughts of what occurred the last time you were in this room, you follow the sound of voices coming from the common area. It feels like a vast weight is dropped in your stomach. Bucky on the couch laughing with Steve. Vision, Wanda, and Natasha are also enjoying the company it seems. Nat noticed you first.

"[Y/N] there you are! We were wondering if you were ever going to wake up! Thought you might be trying to sleep until the wedding." She chuckled, as did Vision and Steve. Bucky looked down at his lap, Wanda looked at you with concern. You laughed and smiled, determined to play it cool.

"If only I could!" You said walking over to Steve. "I just can't wait to be Mrs. Steve Rogers," you giggle as you lean down and give Steve a kiss hello. You're a little more forceful and showy than usual, you were making a point to Bucky.

"You definitely have the ass to match his," a voice from behind you made you jump. You turned around to see Sam walking towards you both. "America will really be cheeked up now!"

He walked over and gave you a hug as Steve gave him a playful warning. You seated yourself in Steve's lap and everyone just enjoyed each other's company for a while. You and Bucky constantly take turns glancing at one another, though neither of you noticed. You don't say much to him despite the few attempts he makes for convention with you. Nat eventually had other matters to attend to and left the little gathering. Not long after Vision and Wanda also headed out to do some last minute preparations for the wedding tomorrow. You were left alone with Steve and his two groomsmen.

Your flirtatious nature with Steve eventually begins to take a toll on Bucky and he excuses himself for a moment. Part of you feels bad. You didn't want to be an ass, but you needed to be guarded. Your feelings were unchecked last night, that wasn't going to happen again. Steve suddenly kissed you on the temple.

"What's going on with you today angel," he asked in a hushed tone close to your ear. "You seem off, is everything okay?"

You smile sheepishly at him but before you have a chance to reassure him, Tony waltzes into the room, suiting up as he waves you off of Steve's lap. "Tony what are you-". He doesn't give you a chance to finish.

"Sorry kid," you hated when he called you that, "I need Cap and birdman."

"The name is Falcon, Tony, for the hundredth time." Sam sounded irritated but stood up and looked ready nonetheless. Steve also got to his feet.

"What's the mission, Stark?" Steve asked in a suddenly serious tone.

"Nothing too major just," he glanced over at you for a moment then back to Sam and Steve. "Just some reconnaissance right now. You two are my best help right now. Should just be a day trip, nothing too dangerous, but we need to leave. Now."

The looks he gave them and the way he was talking made you suspicious and a little nervous. Tony was making it sound way too pedestrian to need the three of them. You watched as he walked over to Steve and said something under his breath. Steve's eyes darkened and you knew something was happening. Just then Bucky walked back into the room.

"What's going on here?"

"Nothing that concerns you," Tony spat at Bucky.

"Tony!" You and Steve reprimanded at the same time. Tony just huffed and started out the room telling Sam and Steve they had 10 minutes to get ready and move out.

"You're going on a mission now?" Bucky asks Steve incredulously. "The wedding is tomorrow, shouldn't you stay here with [y/n]? I'll go instead."

"I agree!" You pipe in suddenly walking up to Steve. "It could be dangerous. Plus the timing is terrible, please."

Steve pulled you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head. "I've got to do this angel," he said, caressing your cheek. "Don't worry though, Tony cares about you like family. He wouldn't put me in danger right before our wedding, I'm sure it's nothing. We'll all be back tonight before you know it." He kissed your cheek and this time stayed close to your ear to whisper to you. "Spend some time with Bucky please, for me. I've noticed you avoiding him, I'd really like it if you two could become friends." He straightened up and gave you a wink as you looked at him in shock and a little embarrassed. "I want you to get to know him."

That was how you found yourself in your current predicament. Steve asked Bucky to show you a good time and to keep you safe, then he and Sam just left. Leaving you alone with Bucky. Again. After a long day of him tiptoeing around you at the compound, you said you needed to get out and get some fresh air. Now the two of you were at the beach. Bucky seemed to think it would be nice, and annoyingly it was your favorite place to go when you were upset. You decided Steve must have told him some time when you weren't around, there was no way Bucky had guessed that. You refused to believe that this soulmate nonsense actually gave people some greater connection and insight just by being around each other.

The day had been awkward and mostly silent since Steve left. It left you exhausted. You walked out in the sand with your shoes off into the water. Letting the cold water on your feet calm you down before walking back out to where the waves wouldn't reach you. You sat down on the sand and stared at the sunset. Eventually Bucky walks over and sits next to you.

"So," Bucky drew out the word as he looked around as if to find something to talk about. "June wedding huh?" You rolled your eyes and sighed.

"Yup."

"In some church in Brooklyn?"

You were starting to get agitated. He was going to be in the wedding, he knew this information. Was he that desperate for small talk? "Yes, it's a church you both used to go to."

"Why?"

You looked over at him confused. "Why, what?"

"Why are you getting married in June? In some church, " He asked, finally looking at you. You just blinked at him. "You just strike me as a fall wedding in the woods kind of person is all." He shrugged and looked away again.

You stared at him for a while, dumbstruck and annoyed. You felt like he could see straight through you and you hated it.

"That is what I wanted, yes," you said looking back out to the water. "I asked Steve so many times but his mind was made up and had his heart set on it. Never really told me why, he always just said it was important." You pulled your legs up to your chest and rested your head on your knees. "Over and over every time I asked. 'June 19th angel, it'll be perfect. Let's have the ceremony start at 4:30.' He was so specific and never wavered," You sighed. "I just wish I knew why."

Bucky let out a small chuckle and your head snapped in his direction. "What the hell are you laughing at Barnes?"

"I'm sorry," he said, putting his right hand up defensively. "It's not actually all that funny really I suppose." He straightened up and gave you a solemn look. "There's not any real way to sugar coat this, and I'm not really sure how you'll take it so I'll just say it. That's when he met Peggy."

Your body freezes and you go numb. When you realize you stopped breathing, you take a long, slow inhale. "What do you mean exactly?" you ask slowly and deliberately.

Bucky stands up, grabbing a stone as he does, and takes a few steps towards the water. He seems contemplative, as if he was choosing his words carefully. Suddenly concerned about how to give you this information. He lets out an agitated groan and throws the rock at the water with a small splash before speaking, still facing the water.

"June 19th at 4:30. Break the date and time down into just their numbers. 19 and 4:30, or even more, 19 and 43." He turns around and looks you square in the eyes. "June of 1943 is when Steve and Peggy met. When he was at that training camp pre-serum."

You let your legs straighten out first, then you stand. You started walking, so slowly at first, parallel with the water and away from Bucky. You start moving faster and faster until you're in a full sprint. You can hear Bucky calling after you, but you just keep running. 'He has to be wrong!' You tell yourself. 'It's some weird coincidence. There's no way Steve would do that on purpose! He wouldn't do that to me! That's cruel he-'

Your thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of arms encasing you as a body hits your back. It startles you and knocks you off of your feet. Just as suddenly as you were hit, your body is rolling as you fall to the ground. Instead of hitting sand, you find you're laying on something just as solid, but still somehow soft, and you're looking at the stars. Bucky had caught you, and when you started to fall, he spun your bodies so that you'd fall on him instead of the ground.

You didn't get up. Your legs didn't want to work anymore. You just started crying. Bucky sat the two of you up but kept you in his arms, holding you tightly from behind as you cried into his arms. You cry yourself into an uneasy sleep as Bucky gently strokes your hair while he whispers pained apologies into your ear.

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You looked like a zombie as you stood up and started to walk away. Bucky reached out for your arm, but what was he supposed to say to you after that? You break off into a run and he begins to panic, Bucky promised Steve he wouldn't let you get hurt. "[Y/n] wait!" he yelled after you to no avail. "Please stop! I'm sorry [y/n]!"

Yelling at you wasn't going to do any good, so he took off running. It was easy enough to catch you but he came in too hot and too unexpectedly; Bucky needed to roll so he didn't crush you against the sand. He could feel your body trembling, how hard you were breathing, and then he heard it. You were crying. 'Is this going to be a pattern with us?' Bucky thought to himself. 'Is she always going to be crying when she's alone with me?'

Sitting up and keeping you in his arms Bucky cursed at himself. He felt like such an asshole. Why did he have to tell you that about Peggy and Steve? How would that not hurt you? What was he thinking? He stroked your hair as you cried. "I'm sorry doll, I wish I could take it back," Bucky whispered into your ear as he tried to sooth you. "I shouldn't have told you. I'm sorry. It probably is a coincidence. Shhhh, please don't cry [y/n]. I'm sorry."

After your crying stopped and your breathing evened out he realize you'd fallen asleep. You looked so beautiful asleep. Asleep and in Bucky's arms. He continued to stroke your hair and stair down at you with wonder. He was overwhelmed with the desire to know everything about you. If only you'd stop avoiding him so much. He knew he needed to get you back to the compound but; he was enjoying being so close to you. Bucky never want this moment to end. Leaning his head down towards yours, his lips almost made contact with your forehead when he froze.

'This is wrong,' Bucky thought to himself as he straightened up. 'She isn't mine, I've only just met her. She loves Steve.' He cursed himself for getting so carried away and lifted you gently in his arms, trying not to disturb you, and walk back to his car. While placing you in the passenger's seat and getting you buckled in Bucky thought about Steve. The best friend he had ever had. Steve trusted Bucky with the care of his bride and Bucky had been thinking of nothing but betraying that trust. He felt sick with himself.

You slept the entire way back to the complex and didn't wake when Bucky carried you in. The two of you pass into the common area and Bucky noticed Steve was sitting on the couch looking tense, still in his Captain America suit. He was too worried about you to even change. It made Bucky feel almost guilty in a way. When Steve sees the two of you, he jumps up and runs over to Bucky.

"Bucky where have you two been? Why are you carrying [y/n] what's wrong is she o-"

"Steve," Bucky hissed out in a hushed tone. "Relax, she's fine, she's just asleep. We went to the beach and she passed out, I'm pretty sure her phone is dead. I figured she needed her sleep for tomorrow so I tried not to wake her." Steve reaches his arms out and Bucky passes you off carefully into Steve's arms. You snuggles into him, still asleep, and Bucky felt his stomach twist in a knot. As he started to look away he noticed Steve's uniform and take it in for a moment. "Huh," Bucky mused aloud, "I always thought the red of your suit was a brighter red than that. This looks good though."

"What?" Steve asks him.

"Just that the red- ahh shit."

Steve's eyebrows raised high, a smile cracking across his face. "James Buchanan Barnes has met his soulmate and can see color! Who is she?!" He looked so excited and Bucky felt disgusted with himself all over again.

"Not now Steve," he gestured to you still asleep in Steve's arms. "Shouldn't you get her into bed?"

"Oh I will," Steve starts walking and motions with his head for Bucky to follow, "but you're coming with me. Tell me everything."

Bucky should have known there would be no changing the subject. 'I'll just be vague,' he thought quickly as he followed Steve down the hall. 'Give him enough information to not pry more right now, but not enough detail that he'd be able to figure out it's [y/n].'

"There's not anything to tell really," he sighed. "It's, well it's complicated. It wasn't exactly a love at first sight kind of moment. Plus it only just happened so we haven't really spent time together much since, uh," he looked around trying to think. "Well since I'm here for the wedding. Yeah. I met her just before and now I've been here so,-"

"So invite her to the wedding," Steve interjected as he placed you in your bed and tucked you in.

Bucky thought you looked so beautiful and peaceful. He thought about how you'll look tomorrow in you wedding dress. Bucky had no doubt you would be absolutely stunning. As he begin to wonder how you'd do your hair, Steve waved a hand in front of Bucky's face. "Huh? What?" Bucky said confused, shaking his head to snap away the thoughts he shouldn't be having. Steve chuckled and walked out of your room, shutting the door behind him.

"So smitten with her you daydream that easy huh?" Steve jokes as he clapped Bucky on the back and started back toward the common area. "I said you should invite her to the wedding. I'd love to meet the woman that's made for my best friend."

A stab to Bucky's heart. This sucked, but he felt like he deserved the pain. Bucky shook his head. "No she, I told you it's complicated. She's in a relationship, very happily too." He stopped walking. Steve's smile fell from his face and he gripped his friend's shoulder hard. "We only met, I can't. I wouldn't ask her. We just can't-"

Steve gripped Bucky tighter and then pulled him into a hug. "Hey man. It's okay, I understand." Bucky inhaled sharply, trying to mentally shake the pricking feeling in the back of his eyes. Steve pulled away and gripped Bucky by his shoulders, looking into his eyes with a piercing, serious stare. "Don't give up hope. She's your soulmate Buck, you can't give up on her so easily. You two are supposed to be together, you'll find a way."

Steve's voice got sadder just at the end of his pep talk. So many emotions were swirling around inside of Bucky. Guilt, sadness, jealousy because you brought this color into his world but couldn't be his. What kind of friend would that make him? But there was also anger, irritation, confusion. Is Steve still hung up on Peggy? What were you to Steve, really? Would you be happier if you was with Bucky instead?

"Hey Steve can I-"

"Alright Buck I'd better-"

They both tried to speak at the same time and laugh a little when they stop.

"What is it, Buck?" Steve asks.

"No, Steve you can go first, please," he said, gesturing to Steve. He smiled at Bucky.

"I was just going to say I should really get to sleep. Big day and all tomorrow," he chuckled slightly. Bucky's chest fell a little and he nodded. 'You should mind your own business,' Bucky thought to himself. 'You have no right to get mixed up in their relationship.'

"I was just gonna ask, uhh, " Bucky said, giving Steve a weak smile, "just if I could crash here again tonight. If you're okay with that."

Steve nodded at him and pulled him into another hug. They both say their goodnights to each other and Bucky sat on the couch watching Steve walk back to his room. Bucky needed to shape up. Tomorrow is a big day for you and Steve, and Bucky knew he needed to stay out of the way. That's what he kept repeating to himself as he fought with his consciousness for sleep. He was going to be the greatest best man anyone had ever had!

That was the plan. Bucky's heart, unfortunately, had other plans in mind. One new thought crept through his thoughts right before he fell asleep. It would be the only thought he would think about when he woke up in the morning.

'I'm going to stop that wedding.'

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justamarvelharemkindagal · 3 years

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Reading this on my time of the month: *chef's kiss* Exactly what I needed!! 🥺🥺 I love this so much! 😭🙌😭🙌

How does beefy biker Bucky react when gorgeous’ pussy is being mean to her (aka when she has her period) (yes I know it’s actually the uterus but you get what I mean)

You mean when his pussy is being mean to Gorgeous?

Oof Bucky doesn't like it when the two of you fight.

He doesn’t care about blood or if you accidentally leak through a pad or tampon. “Gorgeous, only little boys care about shit like that,” he told you when you tried to hide a pair of ruined panties a few months ago. It genuinely confused him that you were embarrassed, explaining to you that he gets the privilege of being your man (and being inside you) and he would never shame you because of something natural.

Bucky’s not ashamed to buy your tampons, pads and whatever else you need to get through your period. He still teases you about the time he caught you trying to hide them in the bathroom cabinet, he took them from your hand and told you to put them wherever you wanted. “Gorgeous, I meant it when I said I don’t care.”

He took pictures of the boxes you have in the bathroom, so if you run out; he knows which ones to get without you even having to ask. And no one dares say anything to the six-foot-something tattooed biker standing at the register holding a box of tampons in one hand and chocolates in the other.

He only cares that you’re in pain. And he can’t stand it, so he pushes you back down on the bed and asks “do you really want to go to work, or do you want me to take care of you?”

No one ever said Bucky plays fair. When he sees how conflicted you are, Bucky massages your lower belly, making you sigh in relief. “Cmon Gorgeous, lemme take care of you.”

He presses deeper just as a painful cramp claws its way up, the pain’s gone before you can wince. He keeps rubbing your belly and it feels good, so good that you can’t see yourself at work when you can be catered to all day.

Bucky politely informs your boss that you will be spending the day with him.

The morning starts with you two sharing a nice long hot shower with him, washing your body as he tells you how pretty you are.

Followed by a quick breakfast and then you’re back on the bed, watching him gather lotions and oils for your massage.

He rubs your belly and back for as long as you want. He’s so good with his hands kneading your soft skin between his fingers until you’re moaning as the cramps fade away.

Bucky stocks up on everything from medicine to snacks to heating pads. He loves taking care of you and making you happy. He has all your favorite foods and movies ready to go.

And you’re not allowed to walk to the living room.

Oh no.

Not after he just massaged you senseless, he’s carrying you whenever you want to go, placing loving kisses on your forehead as he lifts you up, you don’t protest, feeling safe and warm in his massive arms.

He gently lays you on the couch, ordering you not to move while he goes around lighting the candles before dimming the lights. The room is aglow in soft oranges and flickering yellows as he turns on the TV.

Bucky settles behind you, his hand on your belly, bearded chin on the top of your head. “How you feelin?’” He murmurs in your ear, interlacing your fingers between his.

“Good,” you say, the happiness in your voice making him smile. You can feel his lips curl up against your neck, another sweet kiss pressed into your skin.

The rest of the day is spent on the couch, Bucky shuffling back and forth to get you whatever you need, both of you talking and laughing. Always touching and kissing. He loves you so much, you can feel it in his touch.

His hands never straying too far from you, his sharp eyes watching your face for any signs of pain, ready to make it go away.

You’ll fall asleep in his arms, drifting away to the sounds of his deep voice saying I love you, go to sleep Gorgeous, I got you.

And sometimes when you’re horny, he’ll give you exactly what you want, always pulling out after you reach your peak, the much needed orgasm spiraling through you as he kisses you. He doesn’t care that he’s still hard; Bucky ignores the urge to come because it’s not about his pleasure during this time. He’ll gently clean you up, making sure you drink some water and eat the chocolate-covered strawberries he got you. Laying beside you as you nap, his fingers tracing patterns on your arms as he watches the game on his phone.

Later, when he’s feeling silly, he’ll make you lay on your back with your legs propped up as he has a chat with his pretty girl about how she’s not allowed to be hurting you.

His face between your thighs as he stares at your pussy. “After all, I’ve done for you, this is how you treat us,” he grumbles, poking her with his ringed finger. “You better fix your attitude before I come in there and fix it for you.”

He lifts his head when you burst into laughter. He glares at you but can’t conceal the warmth and love swimming in his slate-blue eyes. “Excuse you, this is serious, don’t make me spank both of you,” he playfully warns, playing a soft kiss on your panty-clad mound. “Might do it anyway,” he promises, kissing up your belly until he finds your lips. “Bet you’d liked that, wouldn’t you?”

Later that night, as you sleep on his chest, he smiles down at you, plotting all the ways he can convince you to skip work tomorrow. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to get you to stay at home with him.

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[*deep exhale*] I'm ready for this to wreck me!

Let Me Go

Memories Part 1 Master List

AN: We are going to start with giving you background with the relationship. So we are going to the past and working our way to the present. Warnings in this chapter is Angst and mentions of death. Tag List: @learisa @ilymarkchan

As you drive up the driveway to the country home. You saw your nephews and niece outside playing around. Once you got out of your Jaguar F-Type. It was your baby, a gift for yourself to get through being back home. What good did it do? Not a damn thing you still had your heart ripped open once you came back. You smile at the kids and throw the football around a bit in your heels, skirt, and button-down shirt. as the kids ran after the ball you made your way into the house. You hug Laura as tight as you can, holding back tears. She is the sister you always needed. She just held you and looked at Clint with wide eyes. You had always been the type to hold in your pain. Never wanting anyone else to see your pain. Even when your parents and Barney died. So, it must have been something big to make you break down at the first hug. She guided you to the kitchen so you could sit. Clint made his way into the kitchen. He had changed out of his business clothing Laura brings you a cup of coffee since it was going to be a long afternoon. Clint sits at the head of the table, Laura to his right and you to his left. you take a long sip of the coffee. “Clint, you have to promise to let me explain before you make any rash decisions. If I need to, I will go back to England to work with the competition, but the CEO appreciates my work.” He nods his head. “Y/N just start please. I don’t like not knowing what is going on with my little sister.” You nod your head. Well, it all started:

14 years ago

It was the end of summer, and you were moving into the Army base Fort Hamilton. In Dyker Hight’s, New York. Moving to an army base for your freshman year of high school was the farthest thing in your mind. You had wanted to go to the same high school your mom had gone to. But the freak accident ended her life and the life of your father. You were left with your stepbrothers. The 3 of you alone in this world except for each other. Barney had always known he wasn’t one to actually go to college, so he did what he knew was right joined the military. Army specifically since Clint and you were still underage and under his custody you guys were giving a home on the base. Along with living on base Clint and you were sent to a prestigious military high school. Clint being a senior was a bit harder but easier for him in a way. Harder because he left all his friends behind. Easier because he was going to have to leave them behind after this year. Unlike you, your friends from primary school would have all gone to the same high school. Now you were thrown into a new environment. But you sucked it up and knew better than to complain the three of you were hurting.

Clint and you made your way to the school to take their entrance exams. Both of you passed the exams with flying colors. But they had pulled you to the side to let you know if you applied yourself as you were a freshman you could be accepted to ivy league schools on a full scholarship. You spoke to a guidance consoler and you both set out a class course you should be taking while attending school there. Coming in on the first day of school as a freshman and Clint as a Senior. After the first month you had settled in a routine. You kept mostly to yourself studying and headphones on listening to music while sitting next to your brother as he hung out with, his new friends. It was lunch time, and you were just doing your normal thing of reading and listening to music while snacking on some carrots. When someone slammed books in front of you scaring you and everyone on the table. You are met with soft blue eyes and her dazzling smile. You scrunched up your eyebrows and took out your headphones. She extended her hand to you. “I am Rebecca Barnes Bucky’s little sister. I am a freshman too. I saw you hanging out with his friends for a few weeks and decided to get to know you since he doesn’t know who you are.” At this you blush while extending your hand. “Hello, my name is Y/N Barton.” You point to Clint. “Clint is my older brother. We moved here a month ago when our older brother joined the Army and got assigned here.” She smiled at you. “Oh, so army brats like us right Bucky?” you see him for the first time. His steel blue eyes that had a storm brewing in them compared to the calm of his little sister. Noticing his brown hair, his sharp jaw that connected with a dimple chin. His perfectly shape nose and lips. You had to advert your gaze from his. Something in it made you feel like there was a fire in your veins. Something strange you had never felt before. But putting that aside. You made quick friends with Rebecca. She started hanging out with you whenever she saw you. Honestly, Clint and you would go over to their huge house many times. They would come over to the base to hang out. Clint and you split cooking duties and chores. Until him and his friends all decided to join the military. Tony wanted the war experience. Natasha wanted to prove herself in counterintelligence. Bucky being an army brat followed the family legacy. Clint, he wanted to help and the fastest way for him to pay and finish school was the military. You were the only one with the option of scholarships because you dedicated yourself to your studies. Your only friend at school was Rebecca once your brother and his friends graduated. You never really went out always studying at home making care packages and letters for your brothers and their friends. That is when Barney came home during his leave your junior year. Him always wanting you to push you out of your comfort zone. He had talked you into going to your senior prom next year. He said there was more than enough money to buy everything that would be needed. The reason you where able to stay living alone on the base was because you never acted like a kid your age. Barney stayed with you until Christmas break was over. The rest of the next year went into a blur you were in honor classes the whole year plus taking your college classes. When Clint came in the summer of your junior year him, and Bucky had taught you how to drive. You had gotten an old mustang it was in cherry red. It was actually really beautiful for being as old as it was. you spent your 18th birthday by yourself Rebecca was out with her boyfriend. Two months later was the beginning of prom season. You bought your ticket because of the promise to Barney. Rebecca was super excited for the both of you to go together. Sure, you were going without a date mainly because you never put yourself out there and never put in an effort to your appearance which Rebecca always chided you about. Prom night came you had bought a off the shoulder sweetheart neck A-line dress with a slit that ended up at the top of your thigh. Everything was covered but

it made your breast pop and showed your leg off when you walked. You accentuated the dress with your mother’s gold jewelry you curled your dark hair let it cascade down your back you did a dark brown smokey eye and paired it with a neutral color lip. Your heels were gold colored 5-inch heels. Everything seemed to be perfectly going Rebecca and you were finishing getting ready together when her boyfriend came over. They were both already downstairs calling you when the doorbell rang. You got your purse and made your way out of the room. Walking to the front of the house to open the door. You are met by 3 men in uniform. Only one did you recognize his steel blue eyes. They were more turbulent. “Bucky? What is going on and who are” you are interrupted by the officer to his right. “We are looking for Y/N Barton.” You break your eye contact with Bucky. “I am Y/N Barton. How may I help you? Would you like to come in?” The man shook his head. “We can’t Miss.” He started to hand you a letter and a box. “It is with our sincerest sympathies that we regret to inform you that Charles Bernard Barton has been confirmed casualty.” The words heard them; your ears roared with noise. In your arms was his belongings and a flag. You blinked at the men. Unable to say anything or even move. You were stuck in a moment unable to react unable to even think everything was too little and too much at once. That is when Bucky came up to you and touched your hand. That is all that it took everything rushed in. Your wounded scream the tears your legs gave out. all you wanted was to hear this was fake. Bucky grabbed you and walked into the house with you in his arms bridal style to the couch. You punched and kicked the cushions cried and screamed until your throat was raw and there were no more tears. You had fallen asleep hiccupping silent sobs. When you woke up you saw Rebecca, Bucky, and her boyfriend in the living room just talking with each other. You look at the time. There was still enough time for them to go to prom and have a good night. You get up and walk up to Rebecca “Becca, go to prom no reason for you to miss it because of me.” She was about to deny you, but you gave her the look she knew that it meant that you didn’t want to be bothered. So, she just looked at her boyfriend and they both got up. Once they had left you sigh deeply going to your room to change. You get into a pair of black leggings and tank top you removed your make up took off the jewelry hung the dress in the closet took off the heels. You put your hair up in a messy bun and went back to the living room heading to the kitchen to get some snacks and water out. You handed it to Bucky “I am not cooking right now. Better get going you need to go check in before lights out.” you go to head to your room when he grabs your wrist. “I am not going to leave you alone here after everything that has happened today.” You chuckle sarcastically. “There is nothing new for me with this. When I get happy life decides to cause me pain. No need to worry about me Clint should be home in a few months. I still have to graduate. Plus, I should be getting my first applications back in from early admissions for college.” You start to turn around again to go into your solitude he grabs your chin gentle and tilting your head up, so you look into his eyes. Unable to hold back your emotions while looking into his eyes. your eyes start to well with unshed tears. You tear away from his grasp and run into your room closing the door. You turn on your music to drown out your sorrow. You give yourself this is not the end of the world. You will get through this to live one second at a time. That is how the rest of the semester went living within your own head keeping yourself going one second at a time. The only source of joy comes from Rebecca and Bucky they both make sure you are never alone for to long. You don’t know when it is but during these months you get really close to Bucky. Even as far as to call him your friend. You both talk endlessly about nothing and everything while looking at the night

sky in the park. You can’t tell the stars because of the number of lights from the city. When Clint comes back home everything gets into a new rhythm like how it used to be. You hang out mostly with Rebecca while Bucky hangs out with your brother. Then you are off to college you got into Brown you are doing a double major of Engineering and going towards an MBA which you already have all the undergraduate work done thanks to your college courses.

Back to the present

Taking time to control your emotions before getting to the part Clint and Laura had no idea about. You take a drink form your coffee. I think it would be best if we continue this after the kids are asleep. So, you all have dinner together.

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My heart!!

My overies have exploded from this cuteness!

Away from Home - Dad!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: tiny tiny teasing, but just fluff

Author's Note: My niece decided to facetime because she missed me and I literally thought about this concept.

It had been two weeks that Bucky had been gone due to him having a mission overseas with Steve, Sam, and Natasha. You couldn't wait for him to come home, and the little ones couldn't wait either.

Every night, Bucky didn't fail on calling you. He wanted to talk to you, Leo, and hear Becca babble.

Wanda came over with Tommy and Billy. She wanted them to have a little play date with Leo since they haven't seen each other in a long time.

As you were getting Becca ready, you couldn't help but notice that you and Becca were wearing the same color scheme of clothes. You grabbed her and placed her on the side of your waist and sent a picture to Bucky, captioning it, 'Look, baby. We are matching.'

Bucky🤤❤️: It's not fair that I'm not there with you two. I have the most cutest princess and wife.

Bucky🤤❤️: also those shorts and that shirt. Doll, you have me drolling over here. You might make me want to ditch this mission to get a flight this minute.

Doll💕: One more day, Buck. I can't wait to show you how much I've missed you.😉

Bucky🤤❤️: Such a tease.

You place Becca down and give her your phone so she can watch her favorite cartoon. The moment she snatches your phone away from you, she starts to waddle away from you.

Becca watches her favorite cartoon lying down on her stomach on the floor. She starts to wonder on your phone and notices a picture icon of Bucky "dada," she mumbled. She clicks on the facetime icon.

Bucky hears his phone ring and notices that it was a facetime. It was odd for you to be calling this time of the day, so he immediately picked up.

The instant that he picked up, he notices that it was Becca on the floor. Bucky takes a big breath in relief that nothing bad might have happened.

"dada, hi" she had the biggest smile on her face and waves towards the camera. She babbled about her day. She had a wave of emotion trying to tell him everything.

Bucky had the biggest smile as he sees his princess and nodded his head every couple of seconds as he listened to every work Becca said.

In the background, Leo and Billy were running around with their superhero toys.

"Princess, where is momma?"

"MOOOOM" she yelled in the direction that you were.

"Yes, my love?" you yelled back.

"MOOOM" she yelled louder. Grabbing your attention, you walked to where Becca was lying.

You look down to notice that Bucky was on facetime with Becca. You grabbed your phone and proceeded to pick up Becca to place her in your arms. "Did you call dadda?" you said in a small voice to her.

Becca shakes her head as she giggled and digs her face onto your shoulder. You make sure to face the camera towards you and Becca.

"we'll call you later, Buck." You proceed to hang up the call.

Bucky🤤❤️: Wear those shorts when I come back tomorrow, Bunny. I can't wait to rip them off of you.

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What Color is Love? Chapter 2: Awkward Meetings and Kitchen Talks

TW: Some thoughts/slight scene of infidelity

Word count: 3,299

If you're new to the series, here is the previous chapter: Chapter 1

You're holding onto his hand, unsure how long it's been since he had taken it when you offered. All you could do was stare. Stare into those beautiful blue eyes. You wonder if his eyes shine the same as the ocean and the sky might for you now when you hear a soft, sweet, familiar voice penetrate your trance.

"Sweetheart, is everything all right?" Steve whispers in your ear with a hint of worry. You look over at him.

"Hm? Oh! Right I'm so sorry," you look back at the two men in front of you and put on your best smile. "It's Bucky right? Sorry," you let out a small laugh as you let go of his hand, "you can have that back. And you must be Sam. It's so wonderful to meet you both." You take Sam's hand briefly while your eyes flit around the room desperately looking for someone, anyone who you could run off to. You spot Peter over by the drinks.

"I'm so sorry gentlemen, if you could please excuse me. It's just that I forgot I was supposed to have Peter bring ice so now we're going to be low, I need to go check on that. I'd really love to talk more. I'm sorry. I'll be back."

You were rambling by the end but ran off as fast as you could without being too much more awkward than you had been. You risked a glance back and the three men were laughing and embracing each other. At least for now they seem to have chosen to ignore the strange encounter you just had with them.

What you couldn't have noticed though, was the way Bucky glanced back in your direction and watched you walk up to Peter and greet him. A look of confusion, sadness, and longing mixed in his eyes when he looked at you.

"Peter, hey kid this is going to be random but can you just," you pause for a moment wondering if you should look back at Steve and shake your head, "talk to me for a minute? I feel a small panic attack coming on and I need to be distracted by something that makes my brain really have to focus. Can you talk to me about sciencey stuff or whatever?"

While he looks at you with concern for a moment, Peter is quick to start rambling on about some kind of tech spec things he was working on with Tony for his suits. It's all gobbledygook to you but you nod once and a while to appear to be listening. Meanwhile your heart is pounding away as you think about what just happened. As if she could read your mind, and she very well might have, Wanda comes rushing over to you.

“Peter, darling, I'm so sorry to interrupt but there's an emergency I need [y/n]'s help with. Can I steal her from you?"

He can barely get a nod out before Wanda is rushing you out of the main party area and into her room in the compound. She shuts the door and sits you down on the bed.

"Wanda what's going on?" You asked confused. "What is the big emergency? Why would we come in here I don't understand."

"I wanted to get you alone so I could ask you," Wanda hesitated just for a moment before she took your hand in hers. "I wanted to ask you how you feel, seeing the colors of the world now."

You spring away from her anxiously. "How did yo-"

"Your thoughts were screaming out. It was hard not to hear them. I just had to figure out where exactly you were." She motioned for you to come back to the bed and sit. You shook your head.

"I'm too panicked to sit still," you admit quietly, beginning to pace the room. "This is a lot to process. I knew, I knew there was a chance this could happen at some point, but I held onto the hope Steve would still bring the color into my life. I can't believe it was. Oh gods." You feel your body stop moving before you begin sinking into the bed and your head falls into your hands. "It was Bucky. His best friend Bucky. His childhood best friend. Before the war, before the ice." You look up at her, pain and confusion etched all over your face. "Why did it have to be him of all people?!"

Wanda placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and wiped away a tear you didn't realize was falling. "This isn't your fault you know," she says softly pulling you into a hug. "You can't control this, no one can, we don't know how this happens. But I do think you should talk to Bucky," she pulls away and gives you a slightly stern look, "and talk to Steve as well."

Your whole body stiffens. Steve. What were you supposed to tell him? 'Hey sweetie just wanted you to know, I see colors now! Oh? How? Well turns out your best friend in the world is my soulmate! Crazy right? Anyway let's just still get married please I-'

Wanda's voice permeates your head and interrupts your subconscious rambling. "You know, he may be very understanding about this situation. Given the Peggy situation. You don't even know if Bucky is in monochrome or not."

You jumped a little at the sound of Wanda's voice invading your thoughts. You hate when she does that but all you do is sigh. You know she's right.

You also know you still want to marry Steve.

"I'll talk to Bucky. I won't tell him, but I'll find out if anything changed for him just now." You stand up, feeling resolute in the decision you've decided to make. "I won't let this get messy. Steve and I are promised to each other, I love him, this doesn't change anything."

Wanda's mouth opened but you wouldn't let her talk you out of it, wouldn't let any other thoughts distract you from your decision. You walk out the room and ready yourself to rejoin Steve and the party.

You don't know Bucky. You just met him. You've known Steve for years. You love Steve. Nothing is different, just how your vision works. You'll marry Steve and have a wonderful life together. You never put much stock in all that soulmate garbage anyway.

You would repeat that to yourself as many times as you needed to.

Steve is easy enough to find. He was so worried about your disappearance but you brush it aside and assure him everything is fine. He is skeptical for a while but you eventually get him to relax and the two of you continue to have a great night together, celebrating your upcoming nuptials. It's as if there hadn't been any hiccups at all. Sam was such a hoot, the two of you were getting along together well.

You constantly found yourself near Bucky. It was as if the two of you were magnetic to only each other. When other people were around the two of you, you'd be polite and make small talk as you shifted around the group to put distance back between the two of you. However, any time the two of you found that you somehow ended up alone together, you would have to make up some reason to excuse yourself the moment he'd ask to talk to you. It was becoming harder and harder to think of a reason to leave.

The feeling of relief when the party came to an end was overwhelming. You had been mingling with guests on your own for a bit but rejoined Steve's side as guests started to leave to thank them for coming together. As you said goodbye to Sam you realized you hadn't seen Bucky for probably a half hour now. 'I wonder if he would have left without saying goodbye' you think to yourself before shaking your head and looking up at your fiancé.

"Well," you sighed, a touch on the dramatic side, "I guess this is it. The party is over. Now I'll have to retire to our room, alone. Our cold, empty room without you there to keep me warm." You leaned back and placed the back of your hand on your forehead as if you might faint, closing your eyes as you spoke but peeking at his face as you finished speaking. Steve chuckled lovingly at you.

"Don't give me that [y/n] we've talked about this." He slipped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, taking your hand on your face into his own and kissing it tenderly. "It won't be so bad my angel, it's only separate ends of the compound. It's not like I won't see you at all tomorrow."

"Exactly my point tho," you whine slightly as you nuzzle into his chest. "If we're still under the same roof why can't we share a bed? At least tonight since tomorrow isn't the wedding!" You rush out before he has a chance to butt in.

Steve kisses the top of your head and gives your shoulder a squeeze. "I know I'm a day early for the tradition, but I'm just excited, and you know how old fashioned I am. Please angel, I know you think it's silly but it does matter to me. 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder' as they say after all."

You know he won't be beat and so you choose to give in. It was only two nights apart. You had the entirety of the rest of your lives to sleep next to him. You share a tender moment with Steve before he walks you to your shared bedroom, that you would be inhabiting alone for the time being. He wishes you a goodnight and then kisses you oh so softly before you enter your room. You watch him walk down the corridor, admiring America's ass as he does so.

Bucky is so close to you that you can feel his breath on your neck. You're laying on the floor in just an oversized shirt with Bucky holding himself up above you. Arms boxing your head in, one knee between your legs, one near your hip. His lips touch your neck when you hear a voice that doesn't belong to either of you.

"[Y/n] what is going on? Are you choosing him over me then?"

You look up to see Steve towering over the two of you, his eyes overflowing with anguish.

"No! No Steve this isn't what it looks like!! I- I don't know what happened!“ You cry but you can't get away from Bucky and his soft kisses that never stopped. It wasn't that he was too strong, or you couldn't find an opening. Your body wouldn't let you move. You didn't want Steve to hurt, but you didn't want to leave Bucky's side either. What led to this moment? You had no idea and you weren't sure if you wanted it to end either. Finally Bucky spoke. The words were for Steve but his eyes never left yours.

"She's my soulmate Stevie. You can't take her from me. She doesn't want to go with you anyway." And with that he started kissing you again. Steve just turned and walked away into the black abyss. You screamed after him to wait, to please stop and come back. You begged him not to leave you behind.

"STEVE NO!!!"

You bolt upright in bed, breathing heavy and dripping with sweat. 'It was just a nightmare' you reassure yourself as you try to slow your breathing. Reaching out a hand towards your nightstand you grab your water glass to find it's empty. 'Damn', you think. Steve always fills it for you before bed, you forgot to do it yourself. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed you take a few more deep breaths before pushing yourself off the bed, glass in hand, and make your way to the kitchen. You're clad only in a pair of black cheeky lace underwear and one of Steve's white tee-shirts that only mostly covered your ass. Not that it mattered really, you knew everyone would be asleep so it didn't bother you to walk around braless with the bottom of your ass sticking out.

Reaching the refrigerator you open it and bend over to fill your glass from the brita filter on the bottom shelf, wiggling your ass slightly as you hum a song to yourself in hopes of distracting your mind from your dream. The vision of Bucky still loomed in your head. How strong and handsome he looked. The almost farel look in his eyes that made your core heat up. His smell, the memory was so strong you felt like you could still smell his musk.

You hear the sound of someone clearing their throat, then a loud thump followed by glass shattering. The sound had surprised you, you thought you were alone. When you heard it you jumped, smacking your head on the refrigerator door causing you to yelp and drop the glass. Water and the now broken cup littered the floor at your bare feet.

"Don't move," a gruff voice said from behind you. "You might cut yourself of the glass let me help you."

There he was. Bucky, wearing nothing but gym shorts and his dog tags. He set down his own glass, which you assumed was filled with water, and walked towards you. His bare chest was in front of your face and you can't help but stare. Your eyes catch the deep V his hips make, the outline of his ab muscles, up to the scar surrounding where his metal arm was attached to the rest of his body. Without thinking you reach out a hand and trace the connective tissue long since healed.

"I was in and out of consciousness when Hydra attached the first one." His soft voice snapped you out of your almost trance-like state and you pulled your hand away, looking up into his face. He glanced at his left shoulder briefly then met your eyes again, a kind, searching look as if he was trying to understand all of you in this one encounter. "I don't remember the pain anymore, if that's what you're wondering."

"I'm sorry," you say sheepishly, "I didn't mean to- to reach out like that I-" you trailed off for a moment. The glass and water at your feet were forgotten, you were lost in Bucky's ocean blue eyes. "How did you know?" Your eyebrows knit together briefly. "I was thinking about how agonizing that must have been, if you thought about it or if it still hurt. I didn't say it out loud, did I?"

Bucky smirked at you ever so slightly. "You didn't, no, it was just a hunch." The two of you just stared at each other for what felt like hours but was mere seconds before Bucky shifted and cleared his throat again. "Well anyway, I'd better get this cleaned up," he said, gesturing to the mess on the floor. "Here."

He offered his hand out to you and you took it. His skin was soft, but also calloused on his fingers and palm. It reminded you of Steve's hands. You snapped back to reality and moved to pull your hand back to you but you were too slow. Once your hand was in his he had moved his left arm to your waist and lifted you off the floor and placed you, sitting, on the counter top.

"Just, sit there while I clean up. You don't have any shoes and Steve would have my head if he found out you cut yourself on my watch."

You watched as he mopped up the water with a washcloth and took care of the glass. While he was cleaning you became much more aware of how you were dressed. You sat on the counter with your legs tightly crossed, trying to simultaneously pull your shirt down over your hips but keep your arms crossed enough to prevent the sight of any nipple tenting. You kept telling yourself you weren't aroused by the toned Adonis squatting in front of you, you were just cold from the countertop and not wearing any bottoms, naturally.

"Yo- you didn't.. You didn't really see anything. Earlier when I was getting water I mean. You. You weren't in here. Were you?" You cursed yourself that your voice was sticking so much, but you had just remembered why your glass broke in the first place and suddenly your nerves were shot. You could already feel heat creeping up your neck.

Bucky let out a small chuckle but upon looking up and seeing your very serious face grow redder by the second, he quickly stopped and shook his head. "No I, I'm not sure what you mean. I walked in because I heard the glass break." He straightened up and offered you his hand again to help you down. "All safe now."

You slid off the counter without his help and gave him a small smile. "Thank you," you said sheepishly. You knew he was lying, he had probably been in the kitchen before you and you hadn't even noticed him. He was trying to spare your dignity however and you appreciated that. There was a look in his eye telling you he understood.

"Well," you say, bouncing on your toes a little. "This was fun, umm, let's not do it again though." You both share a small laugh and you smile at him. "Thank you for helping me, I think I'll be off to bed now though. I- I didn't know you were sleeping here though."

"Steve said I could crash, Tony said there weren't any spare rooms though so I was banished to the couch. He," Bucky paused for a moment, "he doesn't care too much for me. Not after what happened.." Bucky's voice was light, almost amused when he started talking but got sad and quiet at the end. It didn't really sound like it was meant for you. For now, you chose to brush past it like you hadn't heard him.

"Oh, well in that case, sleep well. I suppose I might see you tomorrow then. Goodnight." You offer up another smile and then start walking back towards your room. You're barely past the entrance to the kitchen when you hear your name, making you stop and look back at Bucky.

"You're my soulmate," he says in a slow and deliberate tone. It was almost as if he's trying to be completely sure you hear every word he is saying. "I don't know what to do with that information, but I just wanted to tell you. I know you're with Steve but, I just wanted to ask you if you.. That is, can you… Did your world find color when we met?"

You turn to look at him, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Yes."

You give Bucky a small, pained smile before turning back around and leaving before he could say anything else.

You should have lied to him. You initially planned on lying to him when this came up. He didn't need to know. But, you didn't want to lie to him. Something inside you was telling you that you never wanted to lie to him. The entire walk back to your room felt long and agonizing. Too many questions were spinning in your head. You had no answers. You felt so alone. Your only saving grace was how exhausted the stress had suddenly made you.

Once your head hit your pillow, you were out like a light. No more dreams of Bucky. At least for now.

#steve rodgers x reader #steve x reader #fanfic #fiction #reader insert #writing #romance #wattpad #bucky barnes x female reader #mcu #mcu fanfiction #wanda maximoff #peter parker #sam wilson #soulmate

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justamarvelharemkindagal · 3 years

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There are. No words. 🥵🙌🥵🙌

A beefy!Bucky happy trail.

That’s it.

That’s the post.

I did not ask to be attacked on this Sinday. In my house. In front of my innocent followers. Also.....NSFW thoughts below. But soft NSFW.

Rain patters against the window, creating a soft steady drum that fills the peaceful, hushed room.

All you hear is his heartbeat under your ear, his warm skin on your cheek, your hand tracing along the firm planes of his stomach. You know each scar and mole on his body, a story written on his skin, your own personal map of Bucky.

It’s been hours of the two you wrapped around each other. You never want to leave this bed, the soft linen sheets tangled around his waist, your own bare legs stretched out next to him. You giggle when you realize that he’s snagged every sheet. Again.

Bucky is a blanket hog-no matter how many duvets and sheets you layer on at night, they all end up around him-you don’t complain, he’s warm enough to make up for it.

Any protest about you needing just one sheet Bucky withering away when he draws you into his side tucking you right under his bearded chin, a heavy warm arm draped over your waist, his deep voice in your ear, all sleepy and disoriented, mumbling that you’re just too far away, bunny, c’mere, I’m cold without ya.

Today has been one of those rare lazy days. No missions, no work, no phones, you turned off them before anyone could call. No need to make excuses for why you wanna stay in, you can save that for tomorrow. Sorry Sam, no brunch today, no Scott, you can’t borrow Bucky’s arm for Cassie’s show and tell.

The rain continues to drum on the rooftop; the skies fading to cloudy azure blues and grays, the light in the room dimming, as you continue to trace your finger up and down his belly. Across the soft tawny hair trailing to his growing bulge that’s not quite hidden by the heap of sheets gathered around his legs.

The pads of your fingers find the vein running down his stomach and you press softly, grazing it with the edge of your nail. His quiet hiss draws your eyes up, past his heaving flushed chest to his face.

Oh.

Bucky is giving you that look. The one that sends you spiraling headfirst into the abyss, the one that will have you agreeing to do anything if he just keeps looking at you like that.

He’s gazing at you, love and adoration darkening his blue eyes. He always says you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

And when his blue eyes settle on your face, his breath shuddering and he stares at you, enraptured as if he could fall to his knees and worship the ground you walk on.

When he can’t keep his hands off of you for more than a minute, when he seeks you out in a room full of people, drawn to your smile, your eyes, your laugh.

When he tilts your chin up, just to get a closer look and maybe sneak a kiss or two....well you have to believe him. How can you argue with that?

“Whatchu thinkin’ about Bunny,” he enquires, voice rough, gravelly breaking the silence, his hand drifting over the small of your back. You shiver at the feel of his calloused fingers on your skin.

Pursing your lips, your playful eyes flit between his relaxed face and the tent between his legs. “You.”

A grin stretches across his face, his bearded cheeks creasing as it widens until the corners of his eyes crinkle. You trace the vein down, down, down, unhurried, hearing the small hitch in his breath as you push your hand under the sheets, keeping you from him.

Flicking them away, you lick your lips at the sight of him. Hard and throbbing, a long vein making its way to the red, swollen tip. You draw your thumb across his head, smearing drops of precum down his shaft with a twist of your wrist.

Bucky chokes out your name when you do it again, his cock twitching under your light touch. Glancing back up at him, his blue eyes nearly black with lust and need, his lips parted as he takes a deep breath in.

You preen, your giant super-soldier coming undone at your touch is well-it’s intoxicating especially when you make him groan, his hips lifting off the bed as you stroke him.

“Thinking about how much I want you inside me, stretching me until I can’t take anymore,” you confess.

“Hold on, hold on,” Bucky reaches down, his fingers closing around your wrist. “That feels too good,” he chuckles, needing you to stop because if you keep touching him the way you are, this is going to be over before he can take care of you the way you deserve.

And Bucky never lets you down.

“Get on top and use me, bunny,” he states, his hands folding behind his head. "If you can handle all this," he jokes.

You narrow your eyes at him. You can handle him, maybe. Damn, he's big. The last time he pinned you down and fucked you swore he was in your chest, unable to even scream as he pounded you. You may have passed out. Yeah, you can handle him.

You swing your leg over his large thigh, grabbing his shaft with one hand, bracing yourself as you ease down his thick cock. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, feeling the slight burn as you take him in, your silken walls stretching around him.

It always takes a minute to get used to him, each inch makes you feel so full, soft mewls slip past your lips as he disappears inside you. Slapping your hands on his chest, you drop your head, breathing through your nose. He’s so deep, so deep, all you can feel is him.

Bucky smooths his hands up your thighs, massaging small circles with his thumbs, “take your time sweet girl, doing so good,” he praises.

You circle your hips, nails clawing at his chest at the first burst of sensations. He lets you set the pace, a slow steady rhythm that builds until you’re bouncing on him, your tits sway in front of his face, his hands running up and down and your thighs as he continues to praise you for taking him so well, fuck you feel so good bunny, you’re so tight bunny, you feel so soft, so good, that’s my girl.

Your legs burn, muscles shaking as you chase your high, you slip forward, your hands sliding up to his shoulders. You’re so close, but you can’t move fast enough, tears prick your eyes as you try. “Bucky please’-” you cry out.

“You need me, don’t you, Bunny?” he murmurs.

Bucky sits up, pulling you into his chest, your nipples brushing over his sweat-laced skin with each frantic roll of your hips. You place your hands on his back, biting down on his shoulder. All you can think is how good you feel, so good, drowning in pleasure as you let him take control. His massive arms wrap around your body as he meets your thrusts, pounding up into your fluttering walls, the bed shaking and creaking.

“Bucky, fuck, oh fuck yes right there, right-oh fuck,” you rasp out, a bead of sweat rolling your spine.

Bucky sweeps his lips across your shoulder, peppering kissing along your neck, nipping and sucking bruises on your throat, you’ll proudly wear his marks for days his steady deep pace making you cry out. His name slurred on your tongue as the spring gets tighter and tighter.

Bucky wrenches your head back, biting your throat until you whimper his tongue soothing the small marks left behind. His feral eyes roaming over your pretty face with pride. He’s not going to stop until he sees you fall apart.

“I got you, bunny. Let go for me, go on, I got you,” he grunts, his lips slotting over yours. His grip tightens when a deep thrust hits your sweet spot so hard your body goes rigid.

“There you go, cum for me, cum for me,” he chants, his needy words muffled as he deepens the kiss, the feel of his wet tongue gliding past your parted lips drives you over the edge.

You keen, a high thin sound that makes Bucky smirk, your slick walls clenching over his cock, greedily pulling him back. Your hips jerking rapidly over him as your orgasm hits you, the tight spring coiling in your belly shatters.

Bucky groans in your ear, clutching you to his warm body as he pounds into your spasming cunt. It’s too much, yet you want more, the potent pressure building again. His face buried in your neck as his thrusts become erratic, warmth spreading in your pussy as he cums, his fingers rubbing your clit, “one more, bunny, need ya to cum one more time, “breathed into your skin until you wantonly sob, your body trembling as another weaker orgasm washes you over.

“Good girl,” he pants, lifting his head up, his lips moving over your jaw. More soft kisses peppered along your skin, his mouth slotting over yours passionately, languidly until you’re dizzy.

Breaking the kiss with a pleased sigh, he leans back on the sheets, keeping you flush against him, arranging your limp body over his.

“Let’s stay like this,” he hums when you sit up. “I’ll get you cleaned up and fed in a minute, just wanna feel you wrapped around me, bunny.”

You can do that. All night if he wants.

You smile, laying back on his chest, you card your fingers through his damp hair. The sounds of the rain pelting on the rooftop fading away as you listen to his deep voice telling you how much he loves you.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #not my work #reblog #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x female reader

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justamarvelharemkindagal · 3 years

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The illustrious @weareallstoriesintheend has stuck again with shining brilliance! I love the references to one of my favorite movies, I wonder if you'll spot them too!

Would you be willing to write a Loki x reader where they’re in an arranged marriage? She’s a rebellious princess from another realm and Loki is, well Loki. Odin and her father thought it would settle both of them down being married and having duties to attend to. Both nervous and angry during the wedding but during the great feast she does little things telepathically to irritate other nobles and even the kings. Looking down and laughing with her like kids, Loki decides he’s going to enjoy his princess for many centuries.

Why yes dear anon I would be willing! I absolutely love this idea... please see below and let me know your thoughts 🥰

Arranged

Word Count: 2,059

Warnings: None

The journey from Vanahiem had been smooth sailing; the only thing which disrupted the peaceful journey was your foul mood.

“It’ll be good for you” your father had insisted as he urged you into the transport.

“I think you mean it’ll be good for you” you retorted under your breath, rolling your eyes.

The news of your upcoming nuptials had been discussed for many a year now, your father had shipped himself around most of the nine realms trying to pair off his princess with some poor, unsuspecting prince. For the most part you’d been going along for the ride, letting your father have his little discussions with the other kingdoms knowing fine well no one would want you anyway. Your reputation certainly preceded you and you liked it that way.

However one fateful day you’d been at your morning training, finally perfecting the sword technique you’d been working on for several weeks, when you father bounded into the room. He informed you that he’d just returned from Asgard and your stomach dropped.

“Ooooh no!” you shouted, dropping your sword into the hilt on your belt “Absolutely not, you are not marrying me off to that war hungry dimwit Thor”

You began to walk away from him hearing your father chasing after you, footsteps pounding along behind yours. He was rambling about how his meeting with the Allfather Odin had gone very well, the merging of the kingdoms would be beneficial and on and on he went.

“As previously discussed we think this would settle down the… reputation that you’ve both born for yourselves. Perhaps some duties in the most respected kingdom in the nine realms would do you some good!”

You turned on your heels to face him, “I said no Father! You can’t expect me to walk behind that oaf for the rest of my born days!”

Your father paused, his hands raised in surrender, “Your intended is not Thor” he added sheepishly.

There was a palpable silence as you process his words; your father eyed you expectantly waiting for what he’d said to sink in.

Not Thor… so that means...recognition washed over you in a sickening wave as you realised who your intended was, “Absolutely not!”

You shuffled yourself to get comfortable in your wedding dress. It clung to every inch of your body before flaring out at your mid-thigh. The light dusty blue fabric was incredibly soft against your skin and the ornate damask silver detailing glittered in the sunlight that shone through from the open window.

The heavy door swung open behind you and your father swanned into the room, grin plastered to his face.

“Well I’m glad you’re having fun” you huffed feeling the pins of your headpiece stab into your skull as you turned.

“Oh darling it looks wonderful out there, this will be such fun” he beamed, gathering you into a hug. You puffed out a breath of air as he squeezed you.

I’m afraid

Your thoughts reached out to him, your powers of telepathy always coming in handy when finding the words was hard. Your father smiled as your voice echoed inside his head, very much used to this practice. He nodded “I know darling, but you know this is the right decision. You will come to understand in time”

“And is he ready?” you spat, out loud this time.

With a gentle swat to your shoulder your father rolled his eyes, “Loki is very much ready”

“OH I’m so glad” you added mockingly.

Your father grinned at you teasingly “You know you two are far more alike than you care to admit”

At his words you let out a gasp of horror, “I’m pretty sure deeply offending your daughter is not on the wedding day list of requirements”

He sighed in defeat, “Darling at the very least it’s good politics”

“I’m so glad my eternal unhappiness lends itself to good politics father. Thrilled… really” you countered, voice dripping with sarcasm.

As he walked towards you once more, reaching out to hold you in comfort, your shoulders drooped and you fought the urge to let tears slide down your cheeks.

“At least he’s handsome” your father mumbled into your shoulder as he held you, you pulled back abruptly and raised a questioning eyebrow before he burst into pealing laughter.

“He’s conceited is what he is” you rolled your eyes, turning back to the mirror to nervously adjust your dress once more.

His expression of pride appeared in the mirror as he stepped behind you, “Sweetheart you look beyond beautiful” your father cooed softly.

Suddenly a crash from a neighbouring room, followed by a loud shout, echoed out making you both jump a little, “Sounds like he isn’t too happy about this little arrangement of yours after all” you remarked.

There was a knock at the door and one of the palace maids popped their head inside, “Your highness the ceremony is about to begin” they called out, voice trembling a little.

You sighed and your father made his way towards the door. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Despite the fact you knew in one hour with the ceremony over you would still look the same it felt like, at the same time, everything was about to change.

As of right now your possessions were being moved by a crew of palace maids into your new home here in Asgard, your new matrimonial bed chamber was being stocked with your clothes and jewels. Life as you knew it would come to an end the second you stepped foot out of this room. Life with a man you’d never actually met.

“Good gracious child don’t dawdle. We can’t keep the Allfather waiting” your father called out to you over his shoulder.

You gave yourself a reassuring nod and followed him out of the room.

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You tottered on unsteady heels through the corridors, maids were busying around you in the most annoying fashion. You swatted them away as they pulled and adjusted your dress; your father linked his arm with yours in a clear effort to calm you.

“If you make me kiss her I swear I’ll be sick” a seething voice echoed out from a room adjoining to the corridor, unknowing of your presence outside. As you passed the open door there was a tall, slender man with long raven black hair with his back to you. In front of him, facing you, was the familiar face of Thor. You had fought together once when a rebellion had broken out in an outlying village on Vanahiem so oddly his face gave you a little comfort. You shot him a look as you passed, his eyes almost softened as they rested upon you before he turned to speak to the man in front of him in hushed tones.

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The ceremony was over, the awkwardness of the whole affair still clung to every interaction. As the guests sat down at their tables to begin the grand feast you heaved a sigh of relief despite the ever present stranger, now husband, at your side.

With another deep sigh you kicked off your ridiculous heels hearing them clatter slightly on the ground under the table. You flexed your toes to ease the throbbing ache in the balls of your feet.

Loki tutted quietly beside you, observing you from the corner of his eye while his focus remained trained on your guests, “Could you at least have a little sense of decorum?”

In response to his remark you grabbed your goblet of wine from the table in front of you and holding his eye contact you indelicately gulped the wine down until the goblet was dry. Trails of deep red wine spilled out the corner of your mouth and you wiped them away roughly with the back of your hand before they could drip onto your dress. He tutted once more and shuffled a little further away from you in his seat as you grinned in satisfaction.

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This grand feast was just a little too grand for your liking; it was dragging on to say the least. Your stomach ached from eating a several course meal in a tight dress and you were getting restless.

The time to say goodbye to your father was drawing near and anxiety was sitting heavy in your chest at the thought of going to sleep beside a stranger tonight. You’d spent every waking moment up until now in the confines of your home, under the care of your father, and comfortably so. The underlying intention, at least in your eyes, was never to change this. However now there was no turning back.

You took another strong gulp of wine from your lavish goblet to calm your nerves and took a look around the room. The tables were lined with nobles and royals from every realm that had wished to join with the jubilant festivities. The room roared with a clamour of voices, drunken cheering and the high pitched scratching of utensils on plates.

Boredom, you thought to yourself, was most likely going to become a frequent occurrence in your life as a member of the Asgardian royal family. So, you figured, since you were newly their princess, it was time to introduce them to a taste of that reputation of yours in the flesh.

You locked your eyes onto one lounging noble on one of the tables closest to you. Large and rotund he was sprawling rather ungracefully in his seat. He swung his goblet drunkenly, dangerously close to spilling it already.

Focusing your mind to create a telepathic link with his you planted your little “idea” into the confines of his wine-addled consciousness. Almost instantly he swung his wrist and tipped the goblet upside down splashing the remainder of his wine into his open lap. He shot up from his seat, groaning and grabbing at a cloth to dab himself down. You couldn’t help the quiet giggle that you let out at his eyes darting around the room as if he knew someone had done it to him. You placed your hand nonchalantly over your mouth to hide the sound of your laughter.

As you reached for your own goblet once more to take a victory sip of wine long slender fingers wound their way around your wrist.

“Was that you?” his voice was low in your ear however where you anticipated a tone of anger there was one of amusement.

You shrugged and pulled your wrist from his grasp, “I don’t know what you’re talking about” you whispered back.

Loki let out a distinct chuckle, “Do it again”

As you turned to lock eyes with him in shock you noticed the small smirk curving up at his lips. You furrowed your eyebrows and he raised his in challenge before turning back to observe the room.

Your eyes followed his and you scanned the scenes before you. Almost instantly you spotted an Asgardian you recognised as one of The Warriors Three swinging his sword in his well soused state. You spotted an opportunity as he mimicked himself creating accidents with his blade causing the neighbouring tables to explode in roaring laughter.

Reaching out with your mind you made the connection, your specific instructions witling their way into his thoughts. On cue he pointed his sword to his feet, blade scraping ever so slightly on the stone floor, his eyes going wide with instant worry. As he couldn’t stop himself he stepped forward hitting the front of his foot on the blade causing him to tumble head over heels with an almighty clatter. Everyone around him rolled in euphoric laughter at his misfortune, his face turned the same deep colour as the wine he had been drinking. He looked around at his companions, delightful confusion on his face and you smiled smugly at Loki.

As he made eye contact with you he instantly cracked into giggling, almost childlike laughter. You caught his laughter like a contagion and hide your grin behind your hand once more. He raised his goblet to you and you clinked yours against it in an appreciative gesture of cheers.

He leaned down to you, lips at your ear and voice low just for you, “Maybe this marriage is going to be a little more fun than I thought”

#loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki oneshot #loki fic #not my work #reblog #marvel #loki laufeyson #loki of asgard #loki odinson

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justamarvelharemkindagal · 3 years

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Have a beautiful dose of pain today courtesy of the ever enchanting @weareallstoriesintheend! We love Loki content here!!

Beautiful Liar (Reader x Loki)

Summary: You are a familiar face around the palace of Asgard. One of your identities?.... the other woman.

Warnings: Infidelity

Words: 1,552

Asgard always glittered with jubilance. Parties and grand balls were held almost every day, a hive of liquor, debauchery and desire. However tonight there was another festivity but this was being held up at the palace and as you arrived through the towering gold doors you could see it was an event that was truly something to behold.

The room swirled with light and decadence. Tonight the royal family dined with their courtiers and, of course, spared no expense lining the grand halls of the palace with oak wood tables adorned with rich foods and wines. Roaring fires lit the walls and cast dancing shadows up to the high ceilings. A band of lutes and drums played soft music that lilted out under the clamour of voices from the guests. Most people gathered for their own sycophantic desires on these nights, swanning around Odin like moths to a flame, adorning Frigga with the most gracious of gifts and flocks of women crowded Thor like he was the answer to eternal youth. But you had another interest in mind this night; you raised your eyes to see the younger prince.

Loki sat lounged at the top table set out for Odin and his family. He reclined in his seat, feet up on the table with his wife stretched gracefully across his lap. His slender fingers twirled flirtatiously in her long blond hair, running his other hand languidly under and down her covered thigh. His angular face was drawn up to hers, eyes dipped low, whispering into her lips.

Your stomach twisted at the sight, the throb of your pulse in your ears caused your head to spin a little. You bit back the jealousy, knowing that in this room it felt you were nothing but another face to the man you craved so deeply.

Fandral, sat leaning close to you with his elbows on the table, bellowed an overly teasing joke in your ear. You pushed his arm playfully, giggling loudly at his mocking to which you payed little mind. Your pealing laughter rang out across the hall, laughter for him of course but your eyes staying loyally trained on Loki. You turned your head ever so slightly and flinched as Odin caught your eye throwing you a steely look. He knew, of course he knew.

You’re place in this kingdom was commonly known as head of the palace kitchens, you managed the team of chefs, waiters, assistants and all the way down to the maids that washed the dishes.

But to a few others you were known under a different title ‘Den Andre Kvinnen’ – The Other Woman.

Fandral threw his arm over your shoulder, flicking his wavy blonde locks from his face as he did so. He pulled a little at your shoulder to bring you closer and you protested quietly under breath, you looked up to lock eyes with him and he gave you a look that told you everything you needed to know about why he was being so overtly clingy this evening. You had no doubt that Odin, or at the very least Thor, had approached him to keep you busy. To keep you from making a scene on such an important night.

You sighed dejectedly and pushed yourself away from him, gathering your deep red cloak around your shoulders and stepping away from the table. Fandral objected trying to coax you to sit back down, a warning but pleading look in his eye, but you turned allowing his voice to drift into nothing as the ruckus of the room overcame the sound.

You began to walk towards the side corridor to your right, knowing that some relief would be found there whilst everyone remained occupied in the grand hall. The space was open, and providing a thoroughfare of chilled night air in contrast to the heady heat of the hall. You stepped a little further inside, letting the air drift around you cooling your skin. You took in deep breaths through flared nostrils, enjoying the silence that surrounded you. The distant commotion of the party continued behind you but in this darkened corridor you took a little solace in its peace.

Suddenly a prickly feeling crept up the back of your neck alerting you that you were not alone.

You felt long fingers wrap their way around your wrist and pull. You spun in the direction you were tugged with a loud squeak and suddenly there was another hand placed over your mouth to silence you.

Loki held you firm against the stone wall, the sudden movement caused your cape to silently drop from your shoulders and you could feel the gritted cold surface scratching your exposed skin.

“Hush dear one” his low voice whispered harshly.

You mumbled into his hand and he removed it slowly, a smug smile stretching across his face. “Maybe if you were a little gentler I wouldn’t make such a noise” you smirked, reaching up to tuck your hair back off your face.

“Oh darling let’s not pretend you like me gentle” he retorted, grinning devilishly.

The noise from the end of the corridor swelled as if getting closer. In the face of the nature of your clandestine meeting being unveiled your body tensed, your shoulders shuffling up around your ears. Loki saw this shiver of movement and grabbed your wrist once more, pulling you through an open door.

He pulled you into one of the guest quarters, closing the door with a soft click behind you.

“Not the most lavish setting, not quite where I would prefer to take you but this shall have to do” he chuckled, encircling himself around you.

Your face fell, unable to play along with his unphaseable confidence. The way he mocked your fear made a momentary rage bubble up inside you. Raising your hand you struck him across the cheek with force, your palm stinging with the impact. He grunted as he was hit but turned back to you with a wry smile.

“You are infuriating” you seethed, before you could say another word he gathered you up in his arms lifting you before placing you on the rich silk sheets of the bed. His long limbs caging you down to the soft surface beneath you.

Despite the pain that radiates throughout every moment you spend in his presence and the frustration as his uncaring ability to brush off every worry his company is something you crave. The touch of his skin on yours, his kiss and the playful nature of his charisma were all things you knew, in your heart, you couldn’t bear to be without.

You were not foolish, the knowledge of your status in his life sat heavy in your chest but the need that thundered through your veins with even so much as a look from your cold-hearted prince kept you returning to his side. The adrenaline of the surreptitious meetings, although you knew how wrong and the consequences you would face if this became public knowledge, excited you.

Even now looking his beautiful, ethereal wife in the eye each day did not bring you the sickening feeling it once did at the beginning.

Somehow you think your attention bolstered his ego. So used to being the least favourite amongst his friends, even with his father, the strength of your desire made him feel seen. He had changed you, turned you into some twisted form of him. Completely unfazed and mischievous in the face of trouble, infatuated in contrast to any logic.

But sometimes… oh but sometimes he holds this endearing affection for you, the harsh contours of his face will soften. Sincerity shines through him in those moments and you are reminded that they are wrong about him. Loki, inherently, is a good man despite his misguided actions and the sharp crack of his wit.

His dexterous hands roamed their way up your sides, one reaching a little higher to push its way under your head and grip the back of your neck. You gasp as he captures your trembling lips into a kiss that sends a shattering chill throughout your body, heart racing with excitement.

“You…” you murmured “have ruined me”

Your slightly shaking hands lay pressed against his leather clad chest, he dipped and placed a soft and almost tender kiss to your lips once more.

Breathing raggedly your fingers tightened their grip on his clothes as he lowered himself to press to lips close to your ear, “Oh I intend too”

As he placed teasing kisses along your neck you closed your eyes. You were trying to imagine a world in which you could live in this moment for as long as you liked, a world where you didn’t have one ear attuned to the sounds outside the door in fear, a world where he was yours. But you knew he would always go back to her, you would always be the secret.

“Promise you shall never forget me?” you whispered into his soft lips as he returned to kiss you, you fluttered your eyelashes open to observe his furrowed expression, “Promise that you won’t ever tire of me?”

“I could never” he grinned, insincerity masked behind charm.

You smiled sadly and stroked his raven black hair back off his forehead “Loki, you make such a beautiful liar”

#loki #loki x reader #mcu #mcu fic #loki laufeyson #loki fic #not my work #reblog #sharing is caring

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