#40s!bucky x original female character

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You Promised - 1940s James "Bucky" Barnes x OFC

I LOVE 1940s Bucky so much and so I wrote this!

Summary: Bucky finally wins the favor of the pretty new girl in the neighborhood and together they make the most of the week before he ships out. Bucky makes her a promise the night before he leaves, and he intends to keep it.

Warnings: all my work is considered 18+, shameless flirting the both of them lol, fluff, angst,talk of war, there’s a tiny altercation in a dancehall, protective Bucky, allusions to smut, allusions to premarital sex which was frowned upon, nightmare mention, minor ofc is a refugee, pre serum Steve makes a couple appearances, happy ending

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Bucky had seen her a handul of times around the neighborhood. Had done a bit of chatting up the neighbors to learn the little about her he could. She was new, relatively, to their block. Mrs. Martin in his building had said she remembered her folks before they had moved away, the girl had just been a baby then. He'd heard her talking to Frankie at the deli and her accent wasn't from around here, she'd grown up somewhere else. Mr and Mrs Lewis had even told him, just the other day when he'd stopped to help change their tire, that her family had moved back in to take care of a sick grandmother. Her mothers or fathers side they didn't know, but they lived in the place next to them and she was "such a sweet girl James, she'd straighten you right up."

Today she was walking out of the grocery a paper sack in one arm and a small stack of library books in the other. He smiled. Tis was his chance and he was more than happy to take it. Part of him, admittedly the slgihtly shallow part, wished he was in his uniform or at least dressed better than his work clothes.

That didn't stop him from picking up his pace and cutting across the street to bump into her. "You sure got your hands full. Here let me help." He ducked his head to catch her eye and spare her an easy grin as he gestured towards the sack of groceries.

Her eyes were a pale, sea glass green and they were sharp and skeptical as she appraised him. "I can manage, thank you though."

"No, not a chance, my ma would never forgive me." He deftly snagged the bag from her, grinning wider. "Besides, I think we live across the street from eachother. It's Lettie right?"

Those pretty green eyes narrowed at him, her brow furrowed "It is…"

"James," He settled her groceries in one hand and extended his other to her, "Everyone calls me Bucky though."

"Strapping young man like you can't get them to stop?" She quipped even as she held her hand up for him to take, "Your teeth don't seem that bad to me." One single brow arched and her face was passive as she held her books tight and walked on down the street. Not waiting for him to follow.

Bucky smiled wide as he fell in step beside her, keeping his stride slow and leisurely. "Cute," He looked down at her but she didn't look back. Unphased he elaborated, "Buchanan is my middle name, family name."

"Ohhh," She looked at him finally, tucked her sleek red hair behind her ear as she turned to walk backwards eying him in a way he couldn't quite place. "You're the Barnes boy. Mrs. Lewis told me to watch out for you." She looked pleased with herself, thinking she'd got some sort of upperhand.

Still grinning Bucky picked up his pace, just so he could step past her and lean down close and say, "Funny, she told me the same thing about you." And he continued on ahead of her biting his bottom lip and waiting.

"Now, just a minute, what is that supposed to mean?" She jogged to catch up to him again.

He didn't respond just smiled, kept walking, and threw her a lazy wink as they walked on down the street.

At the next corner she turned on him again, "What's your angle Barnes?"

"What angle doll?" He countered her overly formal use of his name with one that earned him a slght pink flush to her cheeks.

"Just a nice neighbor boy, carryin' my groceries? What is it? All the other girls in Brooklyn had their fill?" She shifted the books in her arms and Bucky saw one was a Tree Grows in Brooklyn.

"No angle," He nodded his head for her to continue and went out on a limb as he put his free hand at her shoulder to turn her and keep her moving, "Okay, that's not entirely true," He nudged her forward again smiling at the triumphant look on her face when she spun on him. "I just mean, that you are prettier than any girl I've ever seen and I've been dying for a chance to steal just a little bit of time with you." He slowed to a stop in front of what he knew was her building and grinned when she continued on a few steps before she noticed.

Her eyes were calculating and predatory as she scrutinized him. Looking for the angle, as she had said.

He noticed then the second book was a copy of the Hobbit he'd borrowed himself years ago.

"Alright, I'll bite, a little bit of time for what exactly?" She looked almost unimpressed, with herself, for asking.

Licking his lips Bucky smiled and took a step closer so she would have to tilt her chin up to look him in the eye. Which she did, standing her ground, and he loved it. "To ask if I could take you out one night this week."

"Just one night huh?" Her face didn't change as she said it

Was she really…? Bucky faltered the slightest bit, cocked his head to the side as he tried to figure out the real meaning in her words. He pushed his luck. "Every night if you'd let me."

She smiled. The barest tilt of her lips and Bucky felt ten feet tall. He was in love with this girl already, or would be if he wasn't careful.

"How about we just start with tomorrow night?" Her face softened but her eyes kept the spark in them.

"Done." Bucky didn't hesitate. "There is one catch though."

She rolled her eyes and then they both had to step away from the stoop as one of her neighbors exited the building. Both of them mumbled their apologies before she continued, "Always is."

"Not anything bad." Bucky assured her. "See i've got this friend, my best friend really, he's a great guy but shy."

Lettie nodded, eyes skeptical again. "So you actually want me go out with this friend?"

"God no!" The moment the words left his mouth he cringed, but the sting of his own embarrasment faded when she chuckled and ducked her eyes to the sidewalk. He caught a peak at the tip of her tongue as it wetted her lips and his confidence came back, "I'm keeping you all to myself sweetheart, trust me."

Her cheeks were pink when she looked back up at him and she was biting the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling too wide. "So, this friend…"

"Steve. Great guy. He just, needs a little push out of his shell if you know what I mean." Bucky almost felt bad, but God help him he desperatley wanted to find his pal a girl. "Was just thinkin' maybe you had a friend, we could make it a double date."

Lettie's eyes were skeptical again and she glanced behind her before she responded, "A friend that likes shy boys or a friend that likes any boy?"

When he caught her meaning Bucky licked his lips and looked her up and down, "Oh sweetheart, surely you don't have friends like that? I had you figgured for a good girl." He was going to fucking marry this girl, God help him.

She flushed a darker shade of pink and laughed, rolled her eyes again but settled her greens back on his blues after a heartbeat. Lettie licked her lips and looked him up and down herself. "Most of the time." Her eyes locked on his mouth as Bucky sunk his teeth into his bottom lip for a fraction of a second.

Unable to stop himself Bucky hummed approvingly and hunted for her gaze again before he spoke, "Then why don't you bring one of your nice, sweet friends with you tomorrow night and she can keep Steve company while you and me see what kinda trouble we can get into?"

Lettie answered by taking back her brown paper bag full of groceries and taking the first few steps up to the front of the building before she turned and said. "You better be right here by seven tomorrow night, Barnes." She settled him with a look which softened after a second. "Earlier if you want to make a good impression."

"Yes ma'am." His cheeks hurt from smiling and he shoved his hands in his pockets. She was almost to the door before he called after her, "Hey sweetheart," she was grinning when she turned around, her face still skeptical but in a teasing sort of way now. Bucky took a few steps backwards towards his side of the street, "Wear somethin' you can dance in."

~~~

Bucky was outside her building at 6:45pm, fighting the urge to smoke a cigarette while he waited.

The front door opened at 6:50pm and Lettie poked her head out, "Why Mr. Barnes, I'm proud." She sounded snarky but she was smiling as Bucky jogged up the steps to meet her. She pushed the door open wider and waved him in.

He stepped right up in front of her and took the door, looking over her he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. "Well hello to you too doll." She looked so pretty he had to force his eyes to meet hers. "You look gorgeous."

She rolled her eyes but blushed that rosy pink color that he liked. "You look pretty sharp yourself."

He'd worn his uniform. Shined his boots and everything. "

That'll help." She added cryptically as she started up the stairs.

Bucky paused at the bottom, "Help with what?" Lettie bounced back down a couple stairs until they were eye to eye. "Help convince papa you're a fine young man that's gonna take good care of me."

"Oh," Bucky felt a rush roll through him as she grabbed his hand. He used the hold to keep her in place as he held her gaze intenesly and added, "I'm gonna take real' good care of ya sweetheart."

Her father had been nice enough, intimidating but Bucky had won him over quickly. Her mother was a looker with the same red hair as Lettie. A younger sister that he'd seen poking her head around the corner to sneak a peak had the same pretty green eyes and looked like she'd be a world of trouble herself in a few years. If the way Lettie and her mother had both scolded the younger girl and sent her scurrying was any inclination.

"I'm impressed." Lettie said once they were back down on the street.

"Already?" Bucky teased and laughed when she playfully shoved him towards traffic. "Kidding." He tugged her close and looked her over, "Thought springing your folks on me was gonna send me runnin'?"

She didn't answer but that was answer enough. Bucky picked up her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Lettie smiled and rolled her eyes even as she let his lips linger. He liked that little bit of attitude mixed with that soft and sweet. He liked it a lot.

"We should uh, we should go. I told Isaline we would meet her at the station. I wasn't sure where we were going." Lettie seemed the slightest bit flustered but her eyes were still bright.

Bucky smiled, wrapped her hand in the crook of his elbow and led her off down the street. "So is this the nice friend or the really nice friend." He coughed out a laugh as she smacked him in the chest.

"Isaline is a sweetheart, she's a little shy herself but only, well, you'll see."

When he watched her greet her friend at the station the rapid chattering in a different language caught him off guard. He stood back, a little awkward, but with an easy, charming smile on his face.

"James this is Isaline, Isa this is James, or Bucky as he somehow prefers to be called." Lettie introduced them with a big smile.

The friend was pretty and Letties comment made more sense when he heard how heavily accented her English was. On the train the girls sat and chatted while Bucky stood, one hand on the rail and listened as they went back and forth between English and French. As they left the train Bucky grabbed Lettie's elbow softly and leaned into her ear, "Aren't you just a treat?"

The girl with him blushed a bright red but smiled, "What do you mean?"

"You speak French?"

"My family lived in Montreol for most of my childhood." Lettie lowered her voice, "Isaline's family fled France a couple years ago, before…" Lettie trailed off.

Bucky nodded, "Brave girl." He whispered back before he wrapped Letties hand through his arm again. Isa and Lettie linking arms and letting Bucky lead them down the street to the little dancehall he liked best. Steve would like this girl, even if she was shy, she was pretty for sure, a killer smile and brave enough to escape the Nazis. Right up his best friends alley.

~~~

Steve was waiting for them out front. Standing off to the side, hands in his pockets, wearing that same old jacket. Bucky had to grin. He whistled then called out, "Hey punk, over here!"

When Bucky introdruced him to Lettie and Isa Steve was ever the gentleman. Then as Isa rattled something off in French to Lettie, Bucky and Steve exchanged a look. Steve furrowed his brow at his best friend, Bucky just smiled and shrugged.

Lettie chuckled and then linked her arm through Bucky's, whcih pleased him greatly, as she addressed Steve. "She wants me to tell you that she's sorry her English isn't so good, but that she'd like it very much if you would help her practice some tonight. Preferably while she's running her fingers through your hair." Isa giggled beside her friend and Bucky outright laughed.

Steve gulped as Bucky clapped him on the shoulder and pushed him towards the door with the music spilling out. "What're you laughing at Buck?"

Bucky laughed again as Isa hooked her arm in Steve's and began to drag him forward at a jog. "I think we're both in trouble tonight pal." He felt a pinch in his side as he laughed again and turned to tip his gaze down to Lettie, "What was that for doll?" With his same easy grin he walked her towards the line to get in, his pace a slow kind of swagger. Feeling good in his uniform with a gorgeous girl on his arm.

"Isa is not trouble." She defended her friend, "She's just... flirtacious. It's 'cause she's French."

"I'll say." Bucky laughed again, falling in line behind the flirty French girl and Steve. While they waited Bucky ducked down to whisper in her ear, "What would a guy have to do for you to whisper to him in French and play with his hair? Hmm?"

Lettie rolled her eyes and flicked the bill of his cap, "He'd have to take me on at least two more dates."

Bucky smirked and raised his brows as he straightend his cap. In his head he counted out the days until he shipped out. "I think I can make that happen." "

Oh do you?" Lettie smirked as they came to the door, "I think I'll be the one that decides that Mr. Barnes."

He kept smiling as he paid for the four of them to get in, "Y'know, technically, it's Sargent Barnes."

Her cheeks were rosy from her permanent smirk as she shook her head, "Whatever you say Bucky." She teased him, not giving him the satisfaction of acting impressed.

With one hand on her back he guided her through the door behind Steve and Isaline. Once she was in front of him he leaned in to whisper beside her ear again, "You're just a little firecracker aren't you?"

There was a brief moment where she halfstepped, intentionally causing him to bump into her back as he followed her and on reflex he set a hand at her waist to steady them both. WIth him close Lettie glanced over her shoulder and gave him a look, "I thought I was a treat?"

Bucky liked the way she felt just barely pressed against him and the way her waist fit so perfectly in his hand. He smiled, a little mischevious and leaned in so close his nose brushed her hair, "Girl can be both. Perfect combination if you ask me." He caught the way she blushed and smiled wide just before she looked away from him and it was doing dangerous things to his ego.

~~~

Lettie knew she wasn't the best dancer but she had been excited. Impatient even to let Bucky take her out onto the floor. It hadn't taken him long and they'd quickly abandoned their friends in the corner to camp out on the dancefloor. They danced song after song until the band took a break, She was warm and a little breathless when she had nodded and let Bucky pull her towards the back of the hall for something cold to drink.

She stood a little behind Bucky while he spoke with a server behind the bar and busied herself trying to spy across the room at Isa and Steve. Neither of them had ran away yet, which based on what Bucky had told her while they danced was an improvement. She hadn't seen them out on the floor even once, but it looked like Steve had a bit of a pink hue to his cheeks which made Lettie laugh to herself.

"Hey honey, you gonna give anyone else a go tonight?"

"Excuse me?" She turned towards the unfamiliar voice.

"You heard me sweetie. You been lettin' that pretty boy hog you all night. Think I should get a turn, huh?"

The disgust on her face was evident when she spat back, "I think you should quit callin' me names and beat it."

"You little s…" The mans hand was a blur of motion but it froze midair when Buckys hand caught him by the wrist.

"That's a real bad idea." Bucky said calm as can be as he held an iron grip on the man with his left hand and reached towards Lettie with his right. He twisted the mans wrist just enough to cause some discomfort and push him back.

"You outta put muzzle on your bitch there." The man snarled even as Bucky twisted his arm further.

Before Bucky could retalliate though Lettie was pushing past him, "You outta put a bag over your head so the rest of us ain't gotta suffer that ugly mug."

"Okay doll, that's enough." Bucky dropped the mans wrist in favor for catching Lettie around the waist and pulling her back, spinning her around behind him once again. He saw the motion out of the corner of his eye and groaned, "You're killin' me." He caught the other mans sloppy haymaker easily and twisted him around with it, pinning it at what looked to be an extremely uncomfortable angle. He shoved the man back towards his group of friends, "You boys, better sort your pal out there." Bucky gestured to the still fuming, stumbling, loudmouth and then turned back to Lettie

"Nuh-uh." Bucky shook his head as he pushed her back by the hip, "Leave it doll, let's go." He reached for the two cokes he'd bought and gently ushered her back from the scene of the incident.

"You're just gonna let him…"

"I…" Bucky drew out the syllable to emphasize a point, "Am keepin' you outta trouble."

Lettie chewed on her lip, not noticing the way Bucky was figinting back a grin, "You should've let me…"

"Let you what doll? Sock him?' Bucky glanced over his shoulder then back to her, "Was gonna do it myself till you went tearin' after him like a prize fighter."

The scowl on her face softened slightly and Bucky tilted his head to one side, smiling down at her, "Sweetheart, I think you did enough damage without either one of us puttin' hands on him." He tugged her closer, let his arm wrap all the way around her waist and she relaxed into him almost immediatly.

"I'm sorry James." She finally, had the decency to look a little embarrassed.

"Don't apologize, I kinda liked it." Bucky threw her a wink and held her gaze a beat, "My little firecracker."

Lettie scoffed, purposfully ignoring the way he had used 'my'. She leaned back enough to pluck a Coke bottle from his grasp and take a sip. "I kinda liked it too." She mumbled against the mouth of the glass bottle.

"What's that?" Bucky leaned closer so he could hear.

She sighed deep and stood up a little to repeat herself in his ear, "I kinda liked how you… ya know…" Lettie trailed off not sure how to explain that she had found his quiet, confindent, control of the situation so attractive. The way he could have clearly swung on the troublemaker but instad chose to use his brain as well as his muscles.

He must've seen it in her eyes, or heaven forbid read her mind, because Bucky pulled back with a shit eating grin, "Oh really?" He licked his lips and gave her a nearly inappropriate look, "I'm glad." He all but whispered against her temple and followed it by a careful press of his lips. When he pulled back she was grinning too and they left it at that.

~~~

For awhile the four of them had sat at the little corner table and chatted. Bucky had kicked Steve out of his chair, forcing him to go and sit beside Isa so Lettie could sit next to him. Soon he had his arm draped over the back of Letties chair and was smiling contently as the girls chatted across the table.

After awhile Bucky had all but bullied his pal into taking the pretty French girl out for a spin on the dancefloor. Lettie had giggled beside him as Isaline had nearly drug Steve along behind her. Together they sat there, watching from the sidelines as their friends danced, or tried to.

"Gosh is that how clumsy I looked?" Lettie laughed hiding it behind her hand.

'Not a chance," Bucky ducked his head to meet her gaze, "You looked like a dream doll."

She turned that pretty pink color and couldn't hold his eye. Bucky chuckled, "How come you can be so gorgeous, so quick, square up with a guy twice your size without thinkin' twice," He paused and reached a careful hand out to tip her face back to his, "And still get so flustered when I say somethin' nice?"

Lettie bit her lip and shook her head a little, eyes dropping closed for a moment when he stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I don't know."

All he could do was smile. When he caught sight of the others coming back he gave her a soft smile and a wink.

~~~

The four of them had split up at the station, Bucky once again nearly forcing Steve to walk Isa home, giving Bucky and Lettie the chance to walk home together. Alone.

She had ahold of his elbow again, only this time she had both arms wrapped around his and they laughed and teased eachother as they walked. At the front steps to her builing Lettie's heart dropped slightly and she took a fortifying breath. She turned to face Bucky and asked outright, "You're leaving soon aren't you?"

Though it might have caught him off guard he didn't show it. He only took her hand in his and nodded, "My company ships out Friday."

Lettie nodded, looked intently at his hand that engulfed hers, warm, rough to the touch but gentle. She put on a smile, forced but not insincere, "I had a really great time tonight Bucky."

That brough his smile back as well. He picked her hand up to his lips and kissed the top of her thumb, "So did I."

SHe studied him intently, eyes searching for some answer he was more than willing to let her find. He stood there patiently, with his easy grin firmly in place while he waited, hand still holding hers.

"Even though I kinda tried to start a fight?" She chuckled sheepishly.

HIs grin doubled, "Oh especially since you tried to start a fight."

She swatted at his chest and he took it in stride, even tugged her back to him after.

"So you'd consider, maybe, taking me out again?" Lettie was fighting back nerves that evaporated when she saw the way his face cracked into a wide, honest smile.

"Sweeheart, you have no idea how much I'd like that." He took that as a sign that he could get away with wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. "Can I come fetcch you tomorrow? We can get a bite to eat, just you and me this time?"

Lettie was beaming when she nodded, "Sounds perfect."

The way she was looking up at him, matched with the way she had all but melted into him, gave him hope but she was a handful and he was a gentleman. So, he asked, "Lettie," he tipped her chin up with his knuckle and looked her in the eye, "Can I kiss you goodnight?"

"Yes please."

Bucky had to remind himself to keep it short and sweet. The way all the air left her in a rush as he pressed his lips to hers drew him in. He'd meant it to be a quick little peck, empitome of a gentleman, but then her hands had reached for either side of his jaw and he couldn't hold back the happy hum in the back of his throat. He swiped his lips over hers again and spread a hand wide over her back to press her even closer to him.

When he finally forced himself to pull away he saw her eyes still closed and her lips still parted and couldn't help himself. "Look at you." He murmered to her, catching the way her eyes fluttered open only for her to moan and let them fall closed once more as he allowed himself one final kiss. Electricity trilling down his spine as she captured his bottom lip between hers as they pulled away the second time.

Lettie was trying to catch her breath and her eyes were wide and lit from within.

"See you tomorrow beautiful." Bucky tipped her face gently so he could press a kiss to the corner of her eye, not trusting himself to kiss her properly again.

WIth a happy hum she let her hands slide over his shoulders and down to squeeze his biceps as she smiled up at him sweetly. "Can't wait."

Bucky held the door to her building open for her and returned her silly little wave as she scampered up the stairs. He stood there unitil he heard her door upstairs open and close. "Neither can I." He whispered to himself, with the shake of his head, as he let the door swing closerd behind him.

~~~

"You're too good for the likes of him Lettie, you mark my words."

"Sal!" Bucky scoffed, "C'mon, you've known me my whole life"

"Exactly!" The old man pointed at him accusingly as he set another bottle of Coke down.

Bucky shook his head, offended, "Don't do me dirty like that Sal, c'mon." The man behind the counter laughed loudly as he walked away, sharing a conspiritorial wink with Lettie.

Still shaking his head Bucky shifted to face her on his stool, "You might have everyone fooled, but I know better."

Lettie scoffed, "Oh, you know better? Do you? A few dates and you've got me all figured out, is that it?" She propped her elbow besdie her plate and arched her brow, waiting.

"Workin' on it." Bucky grinned, reached down to grab the leg of her stool and drag her closer. It made her giggle and he loved it, "You're no angel darlin' but you are definitly too good for me."

That surprised her and she grinned even wider, licking her lips she spoke softly, "Well then aren't you lucky?"

"Very lucky." Bucky leaned in to kiss her cheek.

"You knock that off Barnes! People eat here."

Lettie snorted out a laugh, as Bucky jokingly growled, "Sal, you're killin' me here." He caught the way Lettie was looking at him out the corner of her eye, "Don't you enourage him doll." She snorted out an even less lady like laugh and went back to her food. "You're both killin' me."

Bucky snuck a hand out to tickle her ribs earning him a squeal of laughter and a hard swat to his forearm. "Behave yourself." She scolded him, jabbing a finger in his direction.

Bucky surrendered, hands in the air and everything. "Okay, okay, best behavior." He tossed her a wink as he went back to his own plate. Both of them fighting back smiles, cheeks aching.

Sal walked back by after a minute and gave Bucky a hard look, "I take it back, this girl, I think she's good for you." He smacked Bucky hard, affectionantly but hard, on the shoulder and turned to move on down to another couple at the end of the counter.

Bucky caught Letties eye and kept his voice low, "Oh, she's very good for me."

Lettie flushed bright red and hid her face in her free hand, "You are the absolute worst." She hissed back at him.

He furrowed his brow, asbsentmindedly twirling his fork between his fingers, "Really? Pretty sure that's not what you ..."

"James Buchanan, I swear..." She left her threat to trail off in the static between them. Her face flushed and Bucky grinned like the cat that ate the canary.

"Okay, like I said, best behavior." He left it at that, only reaching for the hand she had been hiding behind and tugging it to him so he could press a kiss to her palm. Then with a happy, contented smile he remained on his best behavior through the rest of lunch.

When the two of them left, Bucky left a little bigger tip on the counter than he needed to and tucked Lettie into his side as they headed back out onto the street. Neither of them paying attention to the looks that trailed after them. The group of girls in a booth that looked longingly at the handsome young man and the open and obvious adoration for the girl that wasn't them. The older couple that shared a knowing, reminiscint smile, and Sal who shook his head with a chuckle as he cleared their plates away.

Out on the street Bucky and Lettie continued down the sidewalk, his arm over her shoulders and their fingers laced together.

"Buck?" "

Yeah doll."

"What happens while your gone?" She tried to keep her voice light.

Bucky swallowed thickly and did the same, "Told you, we're gonna go over there, kick HItlers ass, and be back in time for you..." He paused mid stride to spin her around and pull her back so they stood face to face, "To take me ice skating for Christmas."

Lettie rolled her eyes in that way she knew he liked. "For me to take you, huh?"

"Well, we already established I don't know how, so... yeah. You're gonna have to hold onto me all night." He fought back a grin as he walked into her, pushing her to step backwards, "I'm probably gonna make a fool out of myself, hanging on you the whole time." He made his point by wrapping his arms around her tightly, still keeping them walking down the street. Lettie trusting him completely as she continued stepping backwards.

"James, I'm serious." She looked up at him with bright but serious eyes. He returned her gaze and slowed them to a stop at a cross walk. His sharp blue eyes left hers to watch the traffic go by for a moment. "We talked about this Lettie." He looked back to her, kept her wrapped up tight. "

You hardly know me."

"Don't matter." His answer was so immediate and certain it took a little of the fight out of her. "You're my girl. We both know this ain't..." Bucky trailed off. For once he was the one at a loss for words, "Don't matter it's only been a week. It's never been like this for me before Lettie."

With a heavy sigh she wrapped her arms around his neck and relaxed into him. "Me either."

"So, you'll wait for me?" He gazed down at her lovingly, hopefully. His eyes nearly fluttering closed at the feel of her nails scratching through the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

"You know I will. " She smiled up at him just as in love, even if neither of them had said those words just yet. "As long as you promise to do your damndest to come home to me."

HIs smile turned into a smirk, "Such a mouth on you." He kissed her before she could say anything back, being so bold as to swipe his tongue into her mouth right there in the middle of the sidewalk. She nipped at his bottom lip as he pulled back and he let her draw him in for another slow kiss. "I promise Doll, I'm comin' home to you."

They stood that way for a moment longer, more unspoken promises being shared in the silence. Lettie was the one that broke them out of it, "You, better let me go, so I have time to go round up a friend for Steve and get ready."

"You look good in what you're wearin'." Bucky almost pouted, carefully bunching up the fabric of her skirt in one hand.

"Thank you, but" She swatted his hand away, "You promised to wear your uniform for me tonight, so I have to go get dolled up." She winked when she used a play on his favorite pet name for her, "So those other girls out there don't get the wrong idea."

"Don't see how they could when I can't keep my hands off you." Bucky offered smoothly as he dropped a short, teasing kiss to her lips. "But, you know I love it when you get all done up for me." His eyes were downright sinful when he looked her up and down and he smiled at the blush on her cheeks. "You sure you're okay meeting us there?"

"I'm sure." She patted him on the chest, took a moment to enjoy the feel of the hard earned muscle under his shirt and then dropped her hands when Bucky gave her a look. "Don't you..."

"Wasn't gonna say a word." He bit his bottom lip and looked her up and down. Unabashedly remembering how her hands had felt on his bare skin, the slight red marks she had left behind. Bucky slowly backed away before he got himself in anymore trouble.

"Hey Sarge!" Lettie called after him, teaasing him again, "Forgetting something?"

WIth a laugh and a shake of his head he joined her back on the corner of the sidewalk, and with a hand on each hip he pulled her into another kiss. "I'll see you tonight."

~~~

It was too bad Isaline hadn't been the girl for Steve, it turns out they were just two different types of shy. Isa was shy becuase she was new to the States and still didn't feel completely at home. Steve was shy because, well, he was Steve.

Lettie liked Steve the little she'd been around him. Bucky was right, he was a great guy, he just was a little unsure of himself. Lettie remembered the first little tiff she and Bucky had had, on their second date, when she had brought up what Isa had said about Steve. But Lettie had apologized for speaking harshly about his best friend and Bucky had apologized for raising his voice.

They had sat in a park down by the water and talked after that, Bucky filling her in on growing up with Steve and she understood better. Even became a little more invested in finding him a girl, vowing to take up the mission while Bucky was overseas along with most of the competition. Admittedly the date she'd found for him tonight wasn't the best match but she'd had short notice. Mae was smart as a whip and pretty, but a little on the stoic side. She had been excited though.

Of course that was after Lettie had told her that Bucky, her handsome Army beau had got them tickets to the Stark Expo and was going to bring a buddy along for her. Bucky had talked him up, sharing all the best things.

Mae had looked at her sideways when the boys arrived, "That's Buckys best friend?"

"Yeah." Lettie called them over and then turned back to Mae. "Don't be rude, he's the sweetest guy. You'll see."

"He could be sweet and look like yours. Is that too much to ask?"

Lettie rolled her eyes already feeling bad about the setup but excited for the expo and to spend the night with Bucky.

~~~

They had stayed out so late that Lettie was certain her folks would be upset, even if they liked Bucky which they did, it was well past the decent hour to bring a girl home. Who could blame them though? He was shipping out in the morning. This would be their last night together in God knew how long.

She swayed with the motion of Bucky bumping into her as they walked, "Where that pretty mind of yours wander off to?" He asked when she glanced up at him.

She gave him a soft, sadly tinged smile and apologized, "Sorry, was just thinkin'."

He didn't have to ask, he just held her tighter and dropped a kiss to the top of her head. "You got the pamphlet right, on how to get letters to me?"

Lettie nodded but didn't trust herself to speak. They were a few blocks from her house now and her throat got tighter with each step.

Bucky breathed deep and tried to lighten the mood, "Wish I could keep you out all night. Keep you all to myself 'till I have to leave. But, I think your folks like me and I don't wanna mess that up. Would throw a real wrench in my plans."

With a snort Lettie gazed up at him, "Your plans huh?"

"Mhmm."

When he left it at that she finally cracked a smile and a hint of a laugh, "Care to share those plans with me Barnes?"

WIth a wide smile Bucky pulled her to a stop around the block from her home. "Nothin' too crazy. Just go to war, come home, convince you to marry me, which admittedly may be difficult but I'm up to the challenge," He laughed at the eye roll that earned him and continued, "Get a good job, find us a place, figure out how many kids we're gonna have."

"So you do, just got it all planned out don't you?" Lettie shook her head.

He nodded once slowly, not saying anything else for a long while. Then he tugged her to him by the waist and kissed her, "How does that sound?" He whiispered against her lips.

Lettie wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed him to mold her body against his and squeeze her tight as they breathed the same air.

She thought of a lifetime of the laughing and smiling, the teasing and squabbling. Of his wandering hands and hugs that set the world right again. With heat rising up in her chest she thought of the one night they'd been able to steal together. The way they had laughed and fumbled and whispered together in the dark. How she had felt so adored and loved and at the same time so alive and indescent in the most amazing ways. She thought of the way he had looked at her, and she at him.

It wasn't that they were the only people in the world, far from it, but that they were only ones that either of them could imagine having for the rest of their lives.

With no sense of how long she'd been thinking she hugged him tighter and whispered into the side of his neck, "It sounds amazing."

His arms held her tighter, closer, if that were even possible, and then her feet were off the ground and the world was spinning. When Bucky sat her feet back on solid ground she was laughing and he was giving her that obnoxiously charming, easy grin she had fallen for so quickly.

Bucky brought his hands up to cradle her face as he kissed her again. More so this time, "I wish I could take you home with me tonight." He barely pulled back from her to say the words and then he was devouring her lips again. "One more time before I go." He wouldn't give her enough time to respond between kisses so she just hummed, moaned more like, happily into his mouth and carded her fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

A shiver rolled through her at the thought of another stolen night spent thouroughly exhausted and wrapped up in his arms. The promise of a future where he wouldn't have to sneak her home after. Where they could stay that way, wake up wrapped in eachother.

Eventually Lettie moaned again, nipped at his lip to get him to give her a chance to breath, and they were both giggling as they pulled apart. Bucky licked his lips like he was savoring the taste of something sweet and it made her heart flutter.

All of the sudden she couldn't keep her hands still. They slid from his neck to frame his jaw and then down to his firm chest and even lower over his torso. The memory of watching the muscles there ripple, flex and contract above her brought heat to her cheeks.

"You're thinkin' too much again doll." He was teasing her now, as he took her hands in his and started them walking back down the sidewalk before they got themselves in trouble.

"You mean it right?" She blurted out as he tucked her back into his side and turned the corner towards her building.

"Every word." He kissed the top of her head again, hugging her to him the whole rest of the block. In front of her building he smiled at her, "Want me to walk you up?" He didn't want to leave her yet.

Lettie took the first step and then turned towards him again, they were eye to eye like this, and shook her head. "It'll be quietter if I go up alone." She draped her arms over his shoulders and closed her eyes, smiling serenely as his hands moved to her waist.

They stroked up and down a few times before he wrapped his arms around her completely. He was going to ask for one more kiss but she beat him to it. One of her hands reached up to tip his cap off his head and the other combed through his jet black, slicked back hair underneath.

His eyes closed with the gentle touch and he smiled when she pressed her lips to his. This kiss was softer, sweeter, a proper good bye, as they held eachother in the dark on their Brooklyn street. When his eyes opened and saw her there, green eyes glassy and lips swollen he hadn't hesitated, "I love you so much." He lifted his own hand to tuck a strand of hair back and swipe away a tear from the corner of her eye, "I promise you doll, I'll do everything in my power to come home to you."

"I love you too, God, so much it scares me." She sobbed out a little laugh and leaned into his hand. "And you better keep that promise."

Bucky laughed too, a lump in his throat and fighting back uncharacteristic tears of his own. "You better get upstairs." He kissed her again, quick and light. Trying to ease the heaviness of the mood.

"Good night Bucky." She tilted her head to kiss him, one more time, and then set his cap back on his head. Crooked, the way he liked it. Then she backed away.

"Sweet dreams doll." He held her hand in his until it had slipped away and he watched her turn at the door and smile back at him.

She waved, that same silly, flirtacious wave, she'd given him every night for the past week and then blew him a kiss. How could he not laugh, shake his head at her and return the wave. He even blew her a kiss of his own, laughing at himself but loving the way she beamed back at him. Then the door swung closed behind her and Bucky was alone in the darkness. With a sad smile he shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to walk across to his own building. He knew he wouldn't sleep tonight.

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Lettie could barely sleep either. She had woke early, her eyes jumping to the clock. In less than an hour Bucky would be reporting to muster at the ship yards, and by lunch he would be on his way to England. Then on his way to war.

Not knowing what possessed her she bolted out of bed and threw a robe over her nightdress. When she had dashed down the hallway she had nearly bowled over her father who stood in the kitchen. The collision slowed her down enough to apologize and clear her thoughts for a moment.

"What are you doing darling?" Her father questioned her, concern etched in his face, "Are you alright?"

She didn't know how to explain. She needed to see Bucky, one more time, if she hurried….

"I'm fine Papa." She blurted as the hurried to the door and nearly ripped it open. When she dashed out of the apartment she collided with a solid form for the second time that early morning.

This time however the man she had collided with cursed slightly under his breath and caught her in his arms, "Easy doll, where you runnin' off to?"

She was speechless when she came to her senses and saw Bucky standing before her. Crisp and clean shaven, uniform pristine and that crooked smile on his face. All she could do was wrap her arms around him and hug him to her. "I wanted to see you, one more time before you left."

Strong arms wrapped her up tight as he chuckled into her messy, morning hair. "Guess that makes two of us."

Lettie didn't see her father poke his head out of their apartment door, nor did she see the look the two men exchanged. Bucky appropriatly sheepish at the current postition in which he was entangled with the other mans daughter, but his hold on her never weakened.

To both of their surprise her father coughed, breaking them apart, and gestured them back inside the apartment. Bucky hadn't planned on sitting at the kitchen table with Lettie and her parents that morning, but it did his heart good. Her father had poured him a cup of coffee and shook his hand. Her mother had kissed him on the cheek. Lettie had sat beside him in her robe and disheveled hair and that was exactly how he wanted to remember her.

Like this he could picture her in their own home, walking into the ktichen in her robe, hair a mess from the night before to kiss him goodbye on his way to work.

After Lettie had walked him down to the front door, he hadn't let her come outisde with him. She shook her head, laughing at him when he said it was one thing for him to see his girl in a robe, but no way the whole neighborhood was getting a peak. They had kissed goodbye again and again and again until he absolutely had to leave.

Then Lettie walked back up to the apartment sat down at the kitchen table with her parents, and cried.

~~~

War was hell.

Even in Brooklyn, war was hell.

Lettie had held her breath between each letter. Each of them a heaving gasp of fresh air as she opened them and read Buckys words.

She focused on her work, she'd got a job at one of the factories like so many of the other girls. She spent all day punching rivets into fuselages and often caught herself wondering what she would do with herself when the boys came back.

Lettie liked the girls she worked with, they had all become good friends. Some of them were married, a few of them had kids, a couple were single but most of her new friends had a man they loved fighting overseas. Those had been the friends she'd confided in when Bucky's letters had stopped.

War was hell.

She knew that.

He wasn't allowed to tell her much about it, but she knew that of course there would be long gaps in communication. There had never been one that had gone on so long before though and fear had settled in her stomach like a lead weight.

Isaline, who worked with her, did her best to keep her friends spirts up. Told her that her boyfriend was just busy fighting Germans, and as soon as he was able he would write her another of his lovesick letters. Telling her stories of the men in his platoon and their rowdy shenanigans.

Just when Lettie had nearly given up hope, had settled into the bleak depression of not knowing, a runner had came to her station on the line with a telegram. Her heart had stopped and her rivet gun had dropped to the ground with a clatter as she stumbled.

No.... No, no, no....

One of the married women had caught her and steadied her, shushing her in her thick Brooklyn accent.

Isa had plucked the telegram from her fingers and opened it with a pale, sickly expression on her face. An expression that had disappeared instantly, replaced with elation, in French she exclaimed, "Listen, Lettie listen. for the love of God, girl listen!"

Lettie's world stopped spinning and her eyes settled on Isa as she read the telegram, beaming.

"Doll, I'm safe, I'll write soon. Love Buck"

After that the letters started up again, this time with even more fantastical shenanigans which included Steve now which he promised to explain later, and even more promises. He loved her, he was safe, he was coming home to her as soon as this was all over.

Then one of her friends from the factory had drug them to the cinema, demanding they get dolled up and go out, boys or no boys. Which is where she saw Bucky for the first time in over a year.

There on the screen, his face scowling in concentration across from none other than Captain America, Steve Rogers. She had recognized a few others in the reels from Buckys letters, men from his platoon and the girls had giggled together as Lettie retold the stories she'd heard. Once she got home that night she had written him and informed him he very much had a lot of explaining to do.

She never got a response to that last letter.

War was hell.

Again, she found herself repeating old mantras, the weight settled back in her stomach.

This time however, it was not a telegram that knocked the wind out of her. It was Sargent James "Bucky" Barnes, leaning casually against the front of her building in the warm afternoon sun, smoking a cigarette and wating for her.

~~~

She awoke with a start, heart racing for some unknown reason. Until a warm, heavy hand settled on her waist, "Sorry doll." His voice was hushed and hoarse in the silence.

Lettie rolled over and saw, once her eyes had adjusted, Bucky lying wide awake beside her, one arm propped behind his head and his chest rising and falling faster than normal. She slid over to him and tucked herself into the space he made for her against his side. "Nightmare?" She whispered softly as she pressed a kiss to a scar on his chest, one of the thick, ugly ones, and then rested her head there.

"Mhmm." Was his only response, aside from sinking back down into the matress and pulling the covers up over them.

"Want to tell me?" She asked against his chest.

She felt and heard him swallow thickly and then his arm around her tightened. "Not this one sweeheart." He murmered into the hair at the crown of her head and then dropped a kiss there. "Just tell me I'm home."

Lettie smiled and shifted so that she could look him in the eye, take his face in her hand and kiss him. "You're home." Kiss, "You're home, in bed, with me." Another longer kiss and then she carded her fingers through his sleep mussed hair. "RIght where you belong."

Bucky hummed appreciatively, wrapped his arms tighter around her and pulled her impossibly closer. HIs body had changed, he had grown into a man over there. His chest filled out, his arms and torso no longer lean but bulky. His back was solid muscle as were his legs. He had changed too. Not for the worse, just changed. Darkness chased him, and so many others, but he was sill her Bucky.

A fact made evident when his lips carressed her throat and he murmured, "Y'know, I'm pretty sure you promised, once upon a time, to play with my hair and talk dirty to me in French if I took you out two more times."

Lettie breathed out a laugh, "Oh really? That just don't sound like me at all." She teased even as she stroked through his hair again. A nip to her collarbone brought out a giggle. "Can't believe you remember that."

Bucky hummed again and rolled up onto his side. shifting her onto her back and gazing down at her. "Lettie, I tried not to think about home too much,noene of us did, after awhile it hurt too damn much." He reached a hand up to trace her cheekbone. "But, that week with you, God there were times I played it like a movie over and over again in my mind."

The way he looked at her gave her butterfilies, just like he had back then. Lettie smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, to bring him closer.

He dropped a sleepy, short kiss to her lips and then added, "And I distanctly remember you promising to do exactly that."

Lettie laughed and pushed him off of her. "You wouldn't know what I was sayin' anyway." She pointed out as she moved back into his side and laid her head on his chest.

"You could read me a diner menu doll, and I'd be just fine." He chuckled at himself and tugged her closer, already feeling the weight of the nightmare fading. They were quiet for a long time, Bucky distracted by the warmth of her slight breath over his bare chest and the feel of her twisting the gold band on his finger over and over. He smiled, content and let his eyes fell closed as he focused on the comforting repetetive motion of his wife toying with his wedding band as she drifted back to sleep.

After awhile his eyes grew heavy and the motion of Lettie's fingers slowed. As if with her last bit of energy before sleep reclaimed her she whispered to him in the darkness, her French slow and whispy as she faded, "You're home, my love, home with me. Where you belong."

Bucky breathed deep and released it in one long exhale, all the negativity of the nightmares gone with it, and then laced his fingers throught hers. "I'm home." He followed her in sleep with his hand holding hers and a soft, content smile on his face.

~~~

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Memories | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character

She was the Red Widow, the first supersoldier. He was Captain America's right-hand man. They were a force to be reckoned with, yet doomed from the start.

Seventy years after she lost him, she searches for a ghost, the Winter Soldier, and she will go to hell and back to bring him home.

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Title: One More Dance - A Unkept Promises Drabble Author: Ruckystarnes Characters: Bucky Barnes, OFC - Hazel Hamilton Words: 2,491 Rating: G Warnings:  Floof Written for: @anyfandomgoesbingo | @flufftober Prompt/Square: N4: Mistaken for a Couple | Day 21: Kiss for Good Luck

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Hazel didn’t want to look at Bucky as he led her on the dance floor; she was afraid her anger would be melted away by his charming smile and bright eyes. She was angry at him for joining the war that had nothing to do with him, even though she had volunteered to help in France at their hospitals, but that was because she trusted Bucky to be there to keep an eye on Steve so he wouldn’t do the very thing that Bucky had done.

“C’mon Hamilton, you can’t stay mad about something that can’t be changed,” Bucky stated, his hand leaving her waist to twirl her outwards only to bring her back towards him. She lost control and her body crashed into his softly as his hand returned to her, his fingers splayed across her back. She shook her head to rid the few blonde strands that flew into her face, annoyed that some had stuck to her lipstick. Before she could, Bucky’s hand dropped hers and gently removed them from her lips, brushing them back. 

“I can and I will, James.” She meant her words to be seething, showing her disdain for his actions, but it came out as a whisper. His hand found hers again and began swaying her around as the music changed to a slower tempo. He still held her close to him, something that made her cheeks burn and she hoped he would think it was more of her being angry at him than the bashful feeling she had.

“Aw, Haze, don’t be like this,” he replied and she could feel his fingers flex at her back, “Steve will be fine.”

“You promised to watch out for him while I’m in France. I leave in four days,” she replied heatedly, eyes narrowing. “James, you and I promised Sarah to look after him. Who’s going to do that if we are both away from New York?”

“He’s eighteen, Haze, that’s an adult.”

“But he gets into fights and if we are both gone, who is going to patch him up, hm? Do you think you could ask Becca to do that, give her that responsibility? Or your mother?” 

“You know if I ask, Ma would take care of him,” he replied, “she treats Steve like a son like how Sarah treated you like a daughter.”

Before Hazel could retort, a young redhead walked up and tapped Bucky on the shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?” he asked, his eyes shifting to Hazel with a glint that made her crinkle her nose ever-so slightly. She didn’t know that Bucky saw the small motion but his response was welcome.

“Nah, I think she’s good with me, pal,” he smiled and spun so the young man was behind her. She didn’t see the redhead make a gesture to Bucky nor did she hear him mumble any of the words that Bucky could hear because she was giggling slightly too much.

“Enjoying yourself Hamilton?” Bucky asked, looking down at her with a cocked grin. 

“I would have danced with him,” she managed out, sighing with a smile.

“Oh sure, and your nose scrunch wasn’t you feeling any bit uncomfortable about dancing with him.”

“You made it seem like we are a couple, which we are far from,” she quickly whispered, her eyes darting around the room. She noticed Steve and Becca were dancing, which made her smile slightly before she saw the redhead again.

“So what? Embarrassed to have people think we are together, Hamilton?” 

Hazel fought the urge to cuff him on the back of the head, the way Sarah used to do when she found out he and Steve were up to no good. 

“No,” she ground out, eyes narrowing at him, “more like you go out of your way to make sure I stay single for some reason.”

“Nah, just want to make sure you aren’t wasting time with the wrong guy.”

“And what was wrong with this one?” She tried to step back, pulling her hand from his, but he held her firmly to him, his hand gripping hers.

“He’s not your type,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“You don’t know my type.”

“It’s not that.”

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes, “What is my type, James? Hm?”

“Not him.” He smirked at her as he spun her.

She had enough of his cocky self and pulled her hand from his and started to stalk towards the coat room. She could feel him following her, his footfalls in sync with hers.

“Just leave me alone, James,” she sighed.

“Anyone ever told ya that you roll your eyes loudly?” She could hear the smirk in his voice. 

Hazel tried hard to keep herself from turning around as she got her coat, pulling it on as she made her way towards the door. She had had enough with Bucky ruining any chance she had with a guy, even if it was just dancing. A part of her felt horrible for leaving Steve at the dance hall with Becca, but she needed air, and possibly a cigarette, the latter she had back in her apartment.

“C’mon Hamilton, I’m just joshin’ with ya,” he stated, his hand resting on her shoulder. 

She rounded on him, her hand brushing away his before resting on her hip, the other pointing a finger at him. “I am tired of you acting like I need saving from every single man in Brooklyn,” she stated heatedly. “He just wanted a dance. A dance, James. It wasn’t like he was asking me to marry him.”

Bucky was about to say something but she pressed her finger to his lips, eyes narrowed. “Here’s the thing, Barnes. I don’t want to be an old maid that all the kids make fun of in ten years. I want to find a guy, settle down, and have a few kids. But you and Steve make that very hard to do.” She turned away again, walking down the street towards their apartments, with all purposes to end the discussion. To her dismay, he followed her.

“Haze, stop,” Bucky pleaded with her.

“Leave me alone, James,” she groaned, rounding the corner.

Again, his hand rested on her shoulder, fingers curling slightly to dig into her coat to stop her in her tracks. “I can scream,” she seethed as she tried to pull out of his grasp, but he didn’t let go. “James, let me go,” she stated firmly, her threat dying as she reached up, trying to loosen his grip. He had a way of wearing her down, to get her to cave to his demands and ploys. She turned towards him, his fingers finally letting go of her coat, but his hand remained on her.

“I’m sorry, Haze.” His voice was low, eyes soft, a look that Hazel knew too well, but it still was a weakness of hers. “Can I at least walk you home? Ma would kill me if I let anything happen to you.” He tipped his hat downward with his free hand, head bobbing down as to hide the blush creeping up from his neck to his cheeks.

“She won’t kill you,” Hazel sighed, her hand coming up to his and taking it from her shoulder. “She didn’t when you told her you were joining the fight.” 

“Oh, I got a good tongue lashing for it, but she conceded that I was an adult and I could do as I pleased. Besides, you know it would be different if my Pa was still alive.”

Hazel nodded, knowing full well that if George was alive today, Bucky wouldn’t be joining the army unless the government threatened him with arrest. He was a nice man when he wasn’t staring down a liquor bottle, which had caused his ultimate end. Bucky took a lot of beatings from his father to keep his sisters and Winifred safe. 

She opted to change the subject as George Barnes was still a wound that was fresh. “I still don’t like that you are leaving Steve without anyone,” she countered. “He doesn’t listen to me.” 

“Hamilton, at this time of my life, I swear you’re just going to be mad at me regardless of what is going on and what I say,” Bucky grunted, looking down at where she still had a gentle hold on his hand.

“I’m not always angry with you,” she retorted, dropping his hand to cross her arms in front of her, her brows knitting together.

“You are mad at me because I joined the army,” Bucky stated, ticking his one finger with the other, “and I apparently am ruining your love life.” He ticked another finger.

“You make it a point to them that I’m unavailable ever since Robbie McGraw asked me out ten years ago.”

“Robbie McGraw was an egg.”

“What about Greg Shacklehoff?”

“Wet sock.”

“Nick Graves?”

“Greaseball.”

“Marcus Stanslowski, Henri Leferenz, John Katz?”

“Twit, grifter, scrub.”

Hazel didn’t hold back and swatted him in the arm several times as she pursed her lips. “You’re a scrub, you twit.” Her hits weren’t hard, but the continuous hits did sting her hand. She waved it as she stepped back, practically growling under her breath.

“You know, Becca told me once that you scare off guys that want to date her. I’m not your sister, James. Steve’s either. I can take care of myself and I am allowed to make mistakes with guys and my life.” She started to walk down the street, feeling him next to her as they made their way towards their building.

“I don’t see you as my sister,” he replied softly, his hand brushing against hers briefly. Hazel looked at him, his face as shaded by the street lights and the fedora he wore.

“And what do you see me as?”

He didn’t look at her, but nodded at the older couple they passed and murmured a ‘good evening’ to them. Hazel could hear the older lady say what a lovely couple they were to her beau, and she knew Bucky heard it too. She could feel heat rise in her body, her mind yelling at her to stop, reasoning that she and Bucky would never be more than friends. 

“You’re my friend,” he replied after another minute passed, “you and Steve—you two know more about me than Ma does.”

“I doubt Winifred doesn’t know everything,” she scoffed, “Mothers know things about their children when the children think their mothers don’t know.”

“Possibly,” Bucky hummed, his hand stretching out to let her round the narrowing corner before him. They walked in silence until they were a block away from their building.

“I’m sorry, Hazel,” Bucky stated, offering his arm to her as they crossed the street. Bucky using her actual name took her back a bit; it was something he rarely ever called her, settling for her last name or the awful ‘Haze’. She didn’t press him about  why he was apologizing, knowing he wouldn’t give her an answer.

“It’s alright,” she replied, looping her arm through his. She walked with him to the building, her body, again, heating up at the slight intimate gesture. She didn’t let go of his arm as they walked up the stairs with no further conversation, until they got to the apartment she shared with Steve.

“Thank you,” she smiled slightly, knowing Sarah would come back from the dead to poke her in the ribs if she didn’t thank Bucky for escorting her home. She pulled her arm away, a part of her body wanting the closeness not to end; she blamed it on the fact she was leaving in four days, and she wasn’t sure if or when she would ever see Bucky again.

“Breakfast tomorrow?” he asked, his voice soft as he removed his hat. A brown lock fell forward, curling on his forehead. 

“Are you taking me out or implying you’re eating my cooking?” she asked, a small chuckle mixed with her words. She resisted the urge to brush the lock away from his forehead, but she liked the disheveled look that he usually sported during the day.

“You don’t mind?” he asked, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards.

“Never,” she smiled, “bacon, eggs, and toast. See you at seven?”

“Sounds good,” he replied. 

Even with the set plan, neither moved to go to their own apartments. The two of them shifted and looked at each other, both seemingly to have words to say but unable to to say them. Hazel bit her lower lip before looking down between them, their toes pointing at each other. She took a deep breath before looking back up at him, her eyes focusing on the lock of hair still curled over his forehead.

“Just promise to come back alive after all of this?” she whispered, her hand moving slightly upwards, but she pulled it back before she did something that crossed a line.

Bucky gave her his trademark smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes like it normally did. “For you, Hamilton, I’ll try my damndest.” 

Hazel silently chuckled, shaking her head. “See you in the morning then.” And before she could stop herself, she leaned forward onto her toes, and kissed his cheek ever-so slightly. When her heels touched the ground again, she looked down at the ground, her face heated with embarrassment at what she had done She expected Bucky to make fun of her for it. But when she brought herself to look at him again, his fingers were touching the spot where her lips had touched his skin, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Wh–what was that for?” he asked, his voice light and dream-like.

Hazel felt her heart hammer in her chest, her body heating uncomfortably as her mind raced to come up with the reason for the gesture.

“Um, for—good luck,” she managed out, her eyes finding his again. “In case I forgot to tell you that before we part.”

He gave her a small smile, and she could see red creeping up his neck again. “Well, thanks, Haze. I’ll see you in the morning. I figure Steve and Becca should be home soon. How much do you want to bet that he gets into a fight?”

She couldn’t help but smile at how he had eased the awkward moment into something familiar.

“Want to join me for a smoke before they get home? I won’t tell Winifred,” she offered, turning to unlock her door.

“If you don’t mind my company,” he smiled and followed her into her apartment, heading to the large window that she usually sat by while having a cigarette. She could hear Bucky in the kitchen drawer, finding the matches and the pack of Lucky Strikes before joining her. He handed her the green pack, a cigarette already between his lips. He had his lit and offered the half burning match to her when she pulled out a cigarette for herself.

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Criminal Behavior (4)

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Masterlist

WC: 2.9k

Pairing: Druglords Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes X Detective Original Female Character-

Summary: Rose Phillips, one of the best vice detectives in the game, was given a mission to catch the biggest drug lord in all of New York. James Buchanan Barnes. Framing as a lady of the night at a hidden gentlemen’s club, her mission being to do anything it takes to lure her target into her trap. Even if it means going through one of his accomplices to get there. Will the notorious criminals fall for her trap or will Rose fall for their criminal behavior?

Warnings: Lots of swearing, violence, and mild sexual content.

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Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♡

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Bottles slammed against walls. Angered screams of an older woman surrounded the room. Shattered glass burrowing into flesh.

"H-he killed himself because of you!" The older woman slurred, a glass bottle wrapped tightly in her hand.

Late 40’s, 5’9 and as milky white as a fresh cup of cream, straight from the teet. Built to present perfection and class in the position of businessmen during the day, expensive veneers flashing fakely pearlescent. Freshly pressed business suits disguised the pinholes running up every major vein accessible, bruised and hard from overuse. Giggles of dismiss to cover the scrapings of fresh wounds along her palms that held broken shards and accidental jabbings from the night prior. Living a perfect lie.   

The child, frightened but externally confident, ducked as another bottle was thrown, glass shards scattering into her hair, twisting until they burrowed into her scalp, "He's dead because of the fucking drugs!", Blood was seeping down the side of her head, pooling in the crevices of her ear, “You'll be next with the way you're going!”

She was the only one who knew the truth but with a mouth sewed shut with invisible thread, spun from a lifetime of threats and undeserving hatred. 

The older woman snickered, a cheshire grin forming, "And why do you think we started in the first place? Mommy and daddy just wanted to have a little fun? See what it felt like to fuck while high? Hmm?", She staggered as the mix of alcohol and drugs were becoming too much for her to bear. She’d have to lay down soon, “It was you. A happy accident they say. The greatest gift god could give to those fortunate, deserving enough. What a load of bull that was.” 

She was only two when her father first hit her. Tainting the innocent flesh of her face with grotesque markings.

She tried not to show how much her heart was breaking at the words being thrown at her. She was only a child when it happened. An innocent child wanting to be praised and loved unconditionally. Still was, barely the age of thirteen but the dreams of maternal love had died with her the day the truth was revealed.

"Don't blame your failures on me. You were fucked up long before I came into this world. I just showed how incapable you truly are."

She was only 7 when he wrote the first draft of the letter. Messy script sprawled on crumpled paper around his feet, none of the words sounding the way he wanted. It wasn’t right. The timing. Soon he said. Very soon.

The older woman roared, the last fuse within her blowing to ash. She could only hope she would escape the older woman’s wrath or die with a swift slash of her throat from one of the bottles around her. Maybe it’d be better that way but she had to at least try one more time before giving in to her darkness.

"You ungrateful child!" 

She was only nine when he said his last goodbye, unknowing of his departure till it was too late, distracted by the gentleness he hadn’t shown in what felt like decades in the hollow shell of his body. It was almost christmas, maybe this was an early gift.

Broken bottle in hand, the older woman swung and-

-It was Christmas, the house smelled of pine from the decorated tree next to the fireplace. It had been cleaned in preparation for guests, mother's yearly dinner party. A painstaking step to maintain the cover of the average American family. The holidays was the only time love was shown, accepted despite the artificial taste that lingered. It was wrong to be greedy during festive times, accepting of any offering that was given with a thankful acknowledgement in return. 

But the house had grown cold and stale with the scent of death. A body decorated like their holiday ham, sliced open with red honey, coagulated and sticky, laid on the bathroom floor.

“Look at what you did!” Mother held his head tenderly against her lap, whaling cries echoing in the empty house, “You did this! Yo-”

Rose awoke in a sobbing breath, soaked in cold sweat that seeped through her clothes and into her sheets. Hands quivered with uncontrollable panic, the nightmare memory still flashing before her opened eyes.

29 years had passed since her father’s death and the memories still haunted her, alerted with alarms to remind her that they’d always be there. Prowling in the grassline, prepared to pounce when the memories faded into foggy images and whispers. 

If the ghosts weren’t enough, the scar that ran across her left ribs in a jagged pattern was her second reminder. Searing with heat as if she was receiving the end of the bottle all over again, the cries of her child form drumming in her ears with intensity that numbed her hearing.

Subconsciously, her fingers raised her night shirt until cold air hit the desired spot, exposing the pink scarred tissue to the darkness of the room, listening to the unseen monsters to gasp in delight at the pain it still caused her. The spot lost its sensation a long time ago, leaving behind a numbed tingle whenever touched. An odd sensation. Sensitive all while being completely lost, unaware of the nails that scratched at it when a ghostly itch appeared, never being able to satisfy that desperate urge to get rid of it.

Enough.

The flower patterned sheet fell from her shoulders as her body shifted towards the ticking clock on her nightstand.

2:56am

Her head fell back against the pillow, her eyes focused on the white ceiling with exhausted boredom. The moon peeked through the mauve curtains, presenting enough light to catch minor details of the room. It wasn’t her’s anymore, it was the other one’s. The plain features forced to morph into a feminine domain where gossip was whispered through the phone late in the night and bodies merged in exploration of their newly met partner, drunken by empty charm and liquor. Makeup littered the vanity instead of its spotless top, adorned with cleanliness instead of eyeliner pencils and opened lipstick tubes. Awards from previous years were replaced with eye-catching paintings, light and airy to leave a scent of calm and softness. It felt wrong. 

At that point sleep was no longer an option, the endless memories and discomfort of the new territory was enough to rid of all cravings of sleep. The floor creaked beneath her feet as she stood, bones cracking in harmony as she reached a long stretch, muscles groaning as they pulled, releasing with a sigh of relaxation.

She trudged out into the hallway to the kitchen with heavy steps, body still rising to the occasion of alertness, her mind seeking her form of comfort. Golden colored, buttery soft pancakes, soaked in syrup and dipped in whipped cream. Sugary goodness that was close to giving diabetes with every bite. Troubles like this made the risk worth it, sending her back to a time when things were ok. When she felt happy and safe in a home where she was wanted and loved.

Peering into each cabinet was met with disappointment, a box of baking soda, an expired box of cornflakes and residue of crackers were the only items spotted within. An irritable hand rubbed at her eyes. She had forgotten to go grocery shopping again this week, too distracted between the club and writing case notes.

Her mind wandered back to the idea of sleep, growing slick with dread of having another nightmare. No, she wouldn’t attempt it again, not now at least. Maybe a walk would ease her. Yes. A walk was the answer to this dilemma. 

Heavy steps melted into soft pitter patter, legs awoken with motivation, gracefully slipping into the navy cigarette pants and leather flats. Her arms followed in equal grace, flowing into the black long sleeved button up with ease, leaving the button just under her neck undone. Casually comfortable but presentable. You could never be sure who may walk into your path.

Keys in hand, her feet moved in a steady pace against the pavement towards a destination unknown, she simply moved forward. The air was bitter, waiting for the morning rise to warm the chilling breath the moon blew with its beaming white spotlight. It felt good against her cheeks, brimming her eyes with tears that forced them to open wider as they blinked the substance away. The streets were filled with drifting the homeless, desperate for heat on their bare digits, their clothes frayed and holed from years of usage and unkemptness. 

They disappeared out of the corner of her eye as she remained walking forward, mind clearing into glass as the brewed hatred and trauma evaporated with the morning's breath. The neon lights fanned her face as she approached, capturing her in a bubble of vivid hue. Its cheerful smile was pulling her in, ecstatic with her arrival. 

Rose had its destination set all along, whispered inaudibly through her ears the moment she awoke. 

Albert's Diner.

Silent emptiness filled the diner, the booths shining in anticipation, floors squeaking clean with tile polish. Two waitresses were on shift, one played with their nails while the other attended to the only other guests at the bar, two gentlemen she recognized as some regulars from the club. She scurried towards an empty booth in the back, away from their curious attention. Surely, no one would mind her picking her own seat.

Fingers combed through the frizzed waves, settling a few of the stray hairs as she zoned in on the upholstered seat in front of her, struggling to maintain a steady focus without her vision clouding. Fatigue had announced its presence, the walk doing its job of distracting her. Problem was she was fighting to stay awake, her head falling onto her elbow in drowsy comfort.

"What can I get for you deary?" A sweet elderly voice rang through her ears, grabbing the little attention she could maintain.

It was the same waitress from her date with Steve. Was it a date? Not important right now. What was important in this moment was remembering her name, a weakness that has been with Rose her whole life. She knew it started with an M but couldn’t get past that. 

The waitress cleared her throat, uncomfortable with the intense staring, “Do you need another minute?”

Her plastic covering of her nametag reflected as shifted from foot to foot.

Mary

“Just put everything on my tab Mary .”

Satisfied, Rose moved her gaze to the menu, hearing a low sigh of relief, unsure if it was from herself or the waitress, "No, I know what I want, sorry. I'll just have a short stack of pancakes with whip cream and a glass of orange juice. No pulp though please. Thank you."

Mary said a simple ‘be right back’ before scurrying off, shook up from the odd encounter. She could see, almost hear, the whispers between the two waitresses, gossiping about the strange woman in booth 11. A stare in return would silence the irritating discussion and staring, but there was no more energy left to do it. Her head had fallen from her elbow to the tops of her arms now, allowing her eyelids to pull down, welcoming the dark wonders of sleep with wide arms.

Muscles convulsed, heart rate picking up in pace as the claws of the past surfaced, crooked smiles with fanged canines taunting her with flashes, screams of agony and death, the rotting smell of flesh filling her nose. Whimpered pleas went ignored, drifting closer as the flashes grew rapidly. A mutilated hand reached out, blocked by an unknown presence. It was numb at first, barely noticeable but its pressure was felt along the top of her back, between her shoulders in small circles. They coward away, screeching in anguish. Next time they chanted, spiraling back to their caves below.

Rose’s body steadied, her heart rate returning to a safe pace, her muscles relaxing as much as they were able to in the position she was slouched in. Her body craved the soothing touch, drawing back the monsters with gleaming valyrian steel, razor edges slicing through any that dared to come close enough. But who was this knight with the sword created by dragons breath? Everything tensed as reality settled, triggering her body into fight or flight mode.

The hand had flown from her back as she twisted in the booth, connecting a foot to the mysterious savior’s chest, expecting to see the person flown into the booth across the walkway. But when her eyes opened, all she saw was a hand wrapped around her ankle, an inch away from the leather jacket front.

"Well that's certainly a way to say hello." 

Steve.

Rose released a relieved sigh, running a hand over her face in an attempt to hide her embarrassment, "You stalking me now?"

His hand remained wrapped around her ankle with no movements to let go, "Just a coincidence."

"First time was an accident but two times? That's a little suspicious don't you think?"

He challenged her back, his finger drawing circles on the exposed skin of her lower leg, "Would it be so bad to want to see you again?"

Tingles erupted at the location, goosebumps forming under the tickling sensation. It was intimate as if he was touching a more provocative part, erecting an image that made her dizzy.

She turned her head away shyly, tugging at her foot again to no avail, "No, I suppose not."

Steve finally released her foot, relieving the ache that creeped up her calf from the position. Inviting himself, he moved to take a seat across from her, a humorous grin plastered to his face, "It seems to be becoming a bit of a habit of ours to meet in unusual circumstances."

"It seems so."

Rose's bloodshot eyes finally met his, almost startled by his boyish appearance. A blue wool sweater beneath a burnt caramel leather jacket, and a simple pair of denim jeans. The only accessory that Rose had grown used to seeing was his watch, streak free and gleaming. He reminded her of the boys she knew in highschool with the same roguish charm and childish jests. It almost made her blush in self consciousness from her disheveled, sleep deprived appearance but was she really aiming to impress? His watchful eye made her rethink that, feeling the sharpening pins prodding at the purpling splotches along her jaw, encased in yellow that enhanced the coloring further. It was impossible to avoid his interrogating and waiting for its beginning was agonizing, sitting in silence as he mentally investigated the causes of such a mark. He barely knew her so the possibilities were endless.

A steaming plate of pancakes and thick orange liquid arrived within minutes of Steve’s arrival. Rose snatched the glass with parched desperation, thankful Steve’s attention was no longer on her but focused politely at the gushing waitress.

“Mary I’m only stopping in-”

“Nonsense! I’ll get you your usual with extra bacon and some fresh coffee. Gotta’ keep that body nice and fueled with all those late nights you work. I won’t hear otherwise!”

The stubborn woman sauntered off before he could attempt at getting another word in, leaving the two giggling like school children. The laughter died down once Steve faced her again, eyes locking on the bruising. An uncomfortable silence fell in the booth like an overhead cloud of rain, flooding them in awkward sheets of rain.

"She's very fond of you." Rose started up trying to fill in the awkward silence, a poor tactic to avoid the subject to come.

Steve was tense in his seat, arms crossed against his broad chest, jaw hardened with a twitch as he clenched his teeth. She labeled this as his ‘business’ face, one to intimidate and express his disapproval or disappointment, assuming it would be used to those of inferior ranking, "What happened this time?"

His voice dropped an octave, authority projecting like a megaphone inches from her. Rose wouldn’t meet his intense stare down, quietly chewing at the lukewarm pancakes and pulpy orange juice, struggling not to make a displeased expression. 

Steve’s hand glided across the table’s surface, firmly locking his fingers around her wrist in silent frustration, "Answer me."

Power pulsed through his veins, flowing into her wrist, a miniscule finger compared to his bear paw, easily talented enough to crush her wrist to dust. A ring of sore irritation bled under the skin, growing darker as she wiggled against his grip. 

"Just another asshole from work, it's not important."

He studied her, “I don’t believe you.”

Another tug, breathing hitching as the skin blistered, “I don’t give a damn what you believe Steve.”

Cheerful humming and uneven footsteps broke the spell between them, freeing her wrist calmly as he leaned back, using the back of the seat to ground him. The discussion wasn't over his eyes whispered.

Placed in front of him was a plate full of eggs, potatoes, and two sides of bacon with a cup of freshly brewed coffee, light with cream, "Here you go darling. Be careful, the plate is very hot. Holler if you two need anything else."

The aroma was heavenly, enticing even the men at the bar, peaking over their shoulders at the booth wondering if that was where it was coming from but Steve hadn’t moved an inch to touch it. He remained in the same position as earlier, crossed as he waited for an answer.

Stubborn and persistent, Rose had no choice but to say something to divert him from this situation but all that came out was, “It’s really not a big deal, just a part of the job.”

If that wasn’t a horrible attempt then she wasn’t sure what was. He was practically on the verge of laughing at how poor of an excuse it was.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, "And what job would that be? A punching bag? Because you sure look like one."

Rose didn't like where this was going, how controlling he was becoming, "I didn't realize this was any of your business?"

He paused, taking in a few heavy breaths before speaking again, "I’m sorry, I didn't mean for it to be like that.” His adam's apple bobbed as he sipped at his coffee, “You're right, it's none of my business. Let me make it up to you. Say, over dinner?"

Rose rested a hand on her cheek, her eyes narrowing, "How do I know you're not a serial killer and this isn't some elaborate plan to get me alone so you can spill my guts on the floor?" 

"Well, that's planned for the fourth date." He said it with almost a completely straight face if not for the childish grin that nipped at the corners of his mouth.

She couldn’t help but to giggle, lightening up the awkward and tense environment prior, "Who says I'll even agree to see you again after this?"

Fingers danced along the back of her unoccupied hand, challenging her to pull away but it stood still, embracing the butterflies it gave, "You’re still here aren’t you?"

Their fingers played a battle of dominance over who would lead their secret tango, overlapping and folding, scraping delicately over the tops of their hands, “Awfully confident aren’t we? Maybe I’m the one you should be concerned about.”

“Sweetheart, I deal with ugly, power hungry people everyday, a little thing like you is a mouse compared to those wolves.” The seriousness that coated his tongue melted into a playful grin, I have no worries other than how hard you’ll fall for me.” 

Their fingers movement seized, falling into an intertwined mess along the glossed top, a truce.

Rose grew a smirk of her own, her fingers twisting in a chokehold along his, a crack declaring a victory in her favor, “Be careful Mr. Grant, I’m quite a force to be reckoned with.” 

“I’m beginning to see that.”

Comfortable silence filled the space as they picked at their food, hands no longer intertwined but fingertips brushed sporadically, awaiting for another song to dance to. Rose had barely finished her meal, leaving two pancakes to pack in a to go box while Steve managed to finish his whole meal effortlessly and professionally, as if he was in a five star restaurant.

“I’ll be paying in full this time. I won’t hear otherwise.” Scolding her like a child, he left a stack of bills beneath the empty coffee mug.

A flustered blush ran along her cheeks as she realized in that moment she didn’t even bring her wallet with her, distracted by the nightmares to think of something as simple and important as that. Steve didn’t comment on her quietness, patiently waiting for her outside the booth to gather the styrofoam container, walking with a familiar hand along her back as they left. 

“Allow me to walk you home?” He asked as if a question but his face spoke that it was unnegotiable. 

Rose had to contain an eyeroll, "Steve, I am more than capable of walking home alone. I made it here by myself didn't I?"

His eyes weren’t focused on her though but above, at the sky, brightening with the rising sun and swirls of pinks and oranges, "You’re incredibly stubborn, you know that?” 

A genuine smile lifted unwillingly, the word bringing forth a multitude of memories, “I may have been told a few times.”

This must’ve been the look he gave naïve women when asking to warm up inside, defrosting himself from the chill outside which would eventually lead to sexual advances. Pump lips slightly pouted outwards, brows raised in boyish question and eyes shiny in tempting endings, silently asking ‘don’t you want to know more?’.

"No." Turning away, toes nipped with frost against the shaped leather, she proceeded down the sidewalk, aware of his presence towering behind her in a protective shadow. His laugh carried around her, irritating her further with his persistence. 

But wasn’t this what she was assigned to do? No, technically Barnes was the end goal, he was the one that should be tailing her like a lost puppy right now but for some reason the blonde was heavily intrigued by her and that only grew his attraction further. A challenge. An impossible prize he would make sure to win over, squeezing in triumph once she was handed over. A bonus in disguise but nonetheless an obstacle that made her job more difficult to maneuver. She could deny the attraction she felt towards him all she wanted but it was there, wanting and needing the love she desired so much once upon a time. Walking away was the only kindness she could offer, a chance to get away before it was too late. Whether it was for or for him was yet to be determined. Romantic heartbreak was still a sore subject years later, ensuring she wouldn’t fall for the same charm that past lovers and now Steve was presenting. They were all criminals in their own way, robbing her when she was most vulnerable, but this was the real deal. A man who brutally murders with a guiding command like a trained dog, leashed and caged until needed. The images of past victims were enough to push the desperation away replaced with revolt. It was wrong and shameful for even the thought of attraction towards such a cruel person. They needed to be put down, charged for their crimes and left to rot in a cell. She had to remember that regardless of where this may lead. It’s for the case. That’s it.

Growing tired of tolling behind, Steve joined her side with a determination to stay there, matching with her short footsteps the best he could. Being nearly a foot taller had its disadvantages. His stride was double the size of her’s, forcing him to settle in a pace that made it feel like he was tripping along cracks in the sidewalk, making him look clumsy. Little did he know it, the action made him less intimidating and more like a regular person instead of the super soldier that lied beneath.

Just as it had happened earlier, the ten minute walk turned into a twenty minute stroll, enjoying the presence of another while watching the orange orb awaken from its slumber, settling a warmth to the chill that had clasped to their bones. Arms brushed every few strides as the distance between the two decreased subconsciously. Rose loved studying her surroundings during moments like these. The groups of business corporates scurrying like field mice, late for international negotiations, their assistants following close behind with a case of fresh coffee from the shop a block over, spilling in droplets along the concrete from the opened spout. Teenagers fogged with confusion from late night partying, reeking of sex and stale beer. With the people came the noise and vivid lights the city was beloved for. Taxis rotating with new drivers, stores turning on neon signs and travelers waking early to witness every attraction before it grew too crowded. Even Steve was in her peripheral view, staring at her in admiration for her attention to the details surrounding them while maintaining a carefree attitude, taking the chaotic energy and morphing it into a familiar peacefulness. It reminded him of himself, still wowed by the fast paced living and constantly changing environment while holding every memory of the past within it. A true gift only a handful contained.

The familiar eroded brick building appeared as if it dropped out of thin air, leaving a disappointed feeling in the bottom of Rose’s stomach. It had been unknowingly long since she had such a pleasant encounter such as this one.

Steve noticed the shift, catching the droop her face held compared to the carefree expression she held before, “I’ll walk you to your door.” 

Rose maneuvered the dim hallways, shivering from the damp chill that lingered, climbing up too many flights of stairs until the chipped door came into view.

Apartment 6E

The two stood unspoken outside the apartment, Rose tipping on and off the toe of her flats while Steve stood still with his hands tucked in his pockets, a dorky smile on his face.

“I suppose it would be inappropriate to ask to come inside?” 

She shook her head, biting at her tongue to hold back an amused smirk, “No it wouldn’t, but I appreciate you walking me home. I would’ve been robbed of my leftovers by a rabid dog or maybe a crazed squirrel if I cut through the park. My hero.” 

He took a teasing bow, his hand over his left pec, “My pleasure ma’am.” 

"Rose." She whispered as his body lifted, ocean waves swirling against the gray wash of sky, "My name is Rose.”

The water glistened with delight, a splash of dampness landing on the back of her hand as lips feathered the weathered skin, “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“This beautiful woman expects to be picked up at 6 sharp. A certain someone offered to treat me to dinner." Flirtation dripped with each word, inviting him closer in experimentation. 

He accepted with no contemplation, placing another kiss to the center of her palm letting her nails skim the stubble of his jaw, "I’ll make sure to put on my best suit. See you tonight Rose ."

An unknown emotion developed inside her when he spoke her name. The R rolled off his tongue with slickness that made her eyes plead to roll back. Purposely said slowly and accentuated with a slight roll, watching her internally squirm. A well rehearsed tactic that has worked over the course of the years. 

With a final skim of her, Steve turned away, drifting into the shadows of the hallway. Rose watched until he disappeared around the corner, hoping maybe he’d glance back at her one more time but to no avail. Entering the apartment with a jiggle of her keys, everything seemed as normal as it could be, almost fully adjusted to the new environment Stark’s team had created. That was until her eyes laid onto the island’s countertop. Flourished in white petals with powdery pollen, was a crystal vase of fifty or more white roses displayed in the center of it.

A white rose symbolizes many meanings. Innocence and purity to eternal love, new beginnings and loyalty. Seeing the snow white petals, crisp with freshness and droplets of dew had brought a wash of reminiscence. Back in her homicide days there was a serial killer, the ‘White Rose Killer’. Bodies had been found mutilated with riddles along their chests in lipstick, all containing a singular white rose blooming from their mouths. The killer still had yet to be caught.

A black envelope slept tucked away between two of the flowers, a red wax stamp sealing its contents inside with inviting curiosity. The wax crinkled as her fingers broke the seal, revealing white feathery script flowing along smooth black parchment.

My dearest doll,

   You think you're immune to the powers that be,

Those who say that you're meant for me,

You try to hide, forever deny,

That you are mine, until you die,

You don't understand, the bond we share,

How for ever more, I will strip you bare.

-J.B.B

James Buchanan Barnes.

Rose’s head spun as a wave of anxiety hit her deep in her chest. Stark had warned her of this, knowing the minute Barnes was involved that Wilson would be close behind, hounding on any possible info of her he could find. She hadn’t thought of looking over her shoulder when she left the club with no cover and she led Steve right to it on top of it. 

Drowsiness was covering her senses, blocking the way she thought around these messes. Taking a steady breath, she calmed her nerves enough to focus for a moment. This could be fixed, avoided, etc. But getting panicked and worked up wasn’t adding to her benefit in the slightest. 

The clock chimed as the hands shifted into the new hour.

6am 

Her heart still pounded heavily in its cavity as she laid on the couch with a tiredness she hasn’t felt since the police academy. The pounding faded to dull hum as the pool of darkness swallowed her conscious, beating in the background like a metronome. The monsters prowled hungry at the bottom awaiting her descent, a feast to their famine. She didn’t deny their overbearing welcome this time.

Chapter 5

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Cold Hearted

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Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bucky Barnes x Natasha, Bucky x reader x Nat(past), Reader x ????

Reader is a former Black Widow and engaged to Steve Rogers. What happens when Sharon Carter is pardoned and comes to the Avengers compound?

Note: I seem to get ideas for a new story when I'm in the middle of another. I'll get back to the others when inspiration strikes. Hope y'all enjoy this.

Warnings: swearing, angst, cheating, noncon/dubcon/rape, reader and Nat are bisexual.

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Cold Hearted

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Reader x Bucky x Nat

Chapter 8

Warnings: swearing, angst and a splash of smut.

Notes: I'm sorry this chapter took so long but I've been struggling. I knew where I was going but trying to get it how I wanted was a challenge. I hope it was worth the wait.

There will be another chapter to wrap it all up but this is the big climax. Enjoy.

Steves retirement party is today. He and Sharon have been a bipolar couple, either fighting or fucking, not much in between except in those few moments of warm haze after sex. Sharon was never satisfied with anything. The house, him, the team's icy treatment. Everything was a drama but every time Steve was really considering ending it she would seduce him back into her bubble.

No one was really looking forward to the party except for the fact that Steve and Sharon would be moving out the next day. They were all exhausted with Sharon and her constant bitching but also of Steve and his whining and waffling. He would go back and forth from the good man they thought they knew to the arrogant Captain America who felt entitled to everyone's adoration.

At least Thor and Val would be there with some Asgardian liquor.

BB, Nat and Wanda were relaxing over brunch discussing the evenings activities

Wanda took a sip of her mimosa and giggled at the bubbles "I just want this all over with and Sharon away from the compound. The animosity and stress is getting to me. Every time I'm anywhere near her all I feel is her hatred for the team. I don't know what Steve sees in her."

Nat nodded "It's like he's under a spell but a really bad one that keeps slipping when they aren't fucking"

BB smiled sadly "I don't know what's happening but he's not the Steve I thought I knew.

Wanda, you'd be able to tell if she was using any kind of magic, right?"

Wanda nodded "Most likely. I'd get some kind of vibe off of them but all I feel from them is anger and lust. Those emotions are too prominent for me to read any thoughts."

BB sighed "I feel that too. It makes them so uncomfortable to be around."

Nat rubbed BBs thigh "enough of that, soon they won't be our problem anymore.

So, Wanda what are you and Vis wearing? Bucky has a copy of his Army uniform that Tony had made for him and BB and I coordinated our dresses so should look pretty hot. It's our first public outing as a throuple so we want to impress. No press but Tony will have a photographer and pics are going to People magazine exclusively so they will notice us. We've even been practicing dancing together."

Nats smile was infectious and Wanda couldn't help but tease her "You seem happier than when you married Bucky. Should he be jealous? Are you and BB gonna run away on him."

Nat giggled "No. We're not going anywhere. I was so happy when we got married but BB was always our missing piece. She was happy with Steve and he was happy with her so we didn't want to mess with it but back in the day it was always the three of us."

"I'm not complaining, the lust and contentment I get from the three of you is so sweet and gets me started. Vis isn't complaining" Wanda smirked.

BB has to tease "So happy our feelings are helping your sex life. One of these days you'll have to give us some details."

Wanda blushed and hid her face while Nat and BB laughed. Maybe this could be a good day.

Steve and Sharon had slept late after staying up half the night tangled up in each other. He watched her while she slept, she was so beautiful. Especially when she wasn't nagging him about one thing or another. He had convinced himself it would get better when they moved out away from the team. They would have their own space without the animosity the team was still radiating. He had believed everyone would come to accept his relationship with Sharon but they were still angry over how he treated BB. Bucky still wouldn't talk to him outside of Avengers business and he missed his friend. After all they had been through Bucky let a woman come between them.

He knew there was something going on with BB and Bucky and Nat. They were always together and BB looked at them the way she used to look at him.

Steve thought about BB for a minute and smiled sadly, she really was incredible. He felt bad for everything but he wanted kids so bad he could taste it and BB couldn't give him any. It was a shame but life was full of them and he moved on.

He started softly running his fingers over Sharon's body to distract himself from thinking about BB. She moaned softly and her eyes fluttered open. "Already Captain? How do you still have any energy after last night?" She rolled over on her back to give him more access. Steve pushed BB out of his head and drowned himself in Sharon.

Once they finally got up Steve went to work out but Sharon declined using the hours of sex as an excuse claiming she'd had enough exercise.

Bucky and Sam were having lunch after spending some time sparring after a morning run when Steve wandered into the kitchen. Steve greeted them both, Sam waved and Bucky just nodded in response.

Steve sighed "Is everyone gonna hate me forever? Don't I deserve to have the American dream after all these years defending it? Why don't my so called friends want me to be happy?"

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Masterlist

Aarrgh! Going back and forth between my husbands pc and my phone is causing some issues with links so I’m starting over.

Here’s my stories, all are Bucky Barnes x Reader/OFC

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Miss Velvet- Completed

Y/N is a disabled equestrian and therapeutic riding instructor who helps Tony Stark with his PTSD after returning from Titan. When the Avengers bring everyone back he hires her to work with Avengers and SHIELD hires her as therapist and teaching basic riding skills because you never know when a horse will be the best mode of transportation.<;br />

Bucky Barnes is a manwhore who is enjoying his freedom for the first time in decades and pays no mind to y/n when she meets the team because he learned to ride from Hydra and too is busy pursuing his next conquest.

Post Endgame but everybody survived, because I said so. And Steve helped get Sharon Carter pardoned so they are together.

Little Bird-Completed

Bucky Barnes x Mutant OFC

Notes: This idea just came to me while I was working on my college au and I'm pretty excited about it. Canon has been taken out back and shot, I do what I want. Enemies to lovers

The Avengers find Rika being held captive in a Hydra base and try to figure out who she is and why Hydra wanted her.

The Cowgirl and the Engineer

Notes: this is some sort of Heathers/Mean Girls/The DUFF mash up, in college au. I tried to make it original but will admit to being influenced by other stories I have read. I have not intentionally stolen or copied anyone else’s work.

Summary: Reader is a hard working vet science major. I tried to keep the description vague except she’s a she, tall and not thin. Bucky is a studious engineering major with a mean girl girlfriend, Sharon whose sister is Steve’s ex Peggy another mean girl. Steve & Nat, Sam & Wanda, Brock Rumlow is a dick, brief reader x Jack Rollins, Maria & Carol

Friday’s Place

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Mob AU

Friday is an equestrian who runs a therapeutic stable that works with special needs, at risk kids and veterans.

Bucky Barnes is the boss of SHIELD a mafia family and involved with a business deal that requires Friday's Place and all of the homes around it to be demolished for new buildings.

 Brock Rumlow is second in command with Hydra and in charge of the deal Friday is fighting. He's not afraid to fight dirty, in fact he prefers it. 

 Sharon Carter is Friday's oldest frenemy and Brocks girl. 

 Friday won't go down without a fight. What happens when her and Bucky clash?

Cold Hearted- Completed

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Reader(past), Reader x ????

Former Black Widow Reader is engaged to Steve Rogers but what happens when Sharon Carter is pardoned and returns.

Low Expectations

Reader is low on self esteem. Can Bucky convince her that she's the one he wants?

Note: just a simple love story. Many of the people, situations and quotes were plucked directly from my past experiences. It took my husband a lot of time and angst to help me look past the image that my ex carved into my psyche. Luckily he really did want me and was patient enough to help me carry my baggage.

Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.

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Low Expectations

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is low on self esteem when she meets Bucky. Can he convince her that she's the one he wants?

Chapter 2

Warnings: swearing, mostly fluff with a little angst

When he hadn't contacted her for 2 days Y/N officially gave up. It was nice for a minute but her experience told her that guys who looked like James didn't have relationships with girls like her. She hadn't seen Terri all weekend so she was spared the questioning but it didn't make her feel any better. After drinking way too much on Sunday afternoon she slept fitfully and showed up at work hungover, never removing her sunglasses until she returned home that night. When Sheila tried to ask about her data, Y/N just shook her head and Sheila let it go.

When she saw Terri, her friend didn't even need to ask, she knew by the look on her face and hugged her.

Y/N pulled away "It's fine, nothing that hasn't happened a hundred times before. I don't really want to talk about it" and poured a glass of wine to take to her room. "I'm really tired. I'm going to take a bath and crash."

Terri nodded, worried about her friend but unsure of how to help without making things worse. Calling Sam to bitch him out about his friend came to mind but it went straight to voicemail.

On Wednesday Bucky finally had a minute to breathe and was in a place where he had a signal so tried to call Y/N but kept getting her voicemail. He texted her, frustrated but figuring she was at work only sent one and tried to relax while he could.

Y/N overslept on Wed and forgot to grab her phone so was antsy all day at work. The office was chaotic because some big executive that was just hired wanted to tour the offices and look for ways to cut costs. That usually meant layoffs so everyone was in a tizzy trying to look perfect.

When she got home her phone was dead since she had forgotten to plug it in so she had to charge it while she made dinner. When she sat down to eat she grabbed her phone to see what she missed. She was shocked to see a bunch of missed calls one voicemail and one text from James. He apologized profusely and at great length, explained he was called away for an emergency and without a signal most of the time. She tried to call him but it wouldn't go through so sent a text and laid down to read while she waited to hear from him again. She fell asleep without hearing from him.

After 2 days of playing phone tag Bucky was relieved when he was finally able to get through to speak with her. He apologized some more, she was skeptical but agreed to give him a second chance with a warning that it would be the last one. They scheduled a date for the coming Tuesday for dinner at the same diner and he promised up and down that he would be there and explain everything.

Y/N got a text from James on Tuesday morning confirming their date and had to talk herself down from getting too excited. As Terri helped her with her make up she warned her "He better not flake again or I'll kick his ass. I don't care who his friends are" which made Y/N laugh.

Her boss was being a tool again, everyone had to document their typical work day and basically prove to the new management that they were worth keeping on and lower management was stressed and stretched thin. She ran late again but was happy to find him waiting for her this time. With flowers in his hand. She felt her stomach flutter.

"James! I'm so sorry I'm late. My supervisor was being a pill all day and wanted to talk to me which made me miss my train. I hope you can forgive me" she fluttered her eyes at him while sporting a cheesy grin.

James laughed softly "I'm pretty sure that bosses being difficult is an acceptable excuse for tardiness in the book of dating rules but don't let it happen again. Besides you look beautiful and I'm not sure I could stay upset with you if I tried."

Y/N noticed his eyes sparkle when he smiled and got lost for a minute when she realized he was trying to get her attention. "Wait, what?"

He couldn't stop smiling "Where did you go?"

She felt her face heat up and hoped he couldn't tell "You have such pretty eyes"  she blurted out before she could stop herself. She covered her mouth, mortified "Sorry, just a little striking. I couldn't see them when we met."

He blushed at the compliment "Thank you but You don't need to apologize for complimenting me, doll. My eyes don't hold a candle to yours. You're even prettier than I remember. Why don't we go inside?"

A waitress approached them, looked Bucky up and down then looked surprised when she saw Y/N was with him "Hey Y/N, who's your handsome friend?"

"Hey Cindy, this is James. James, this is Cindy."

Cindy put on her best flirtatious smile "Hi James"

Bucky smiled and nodded "Cindy, nice to meet you" then turned to Y/N which made Cindy huff out in annoyance.

Once they were seated and looking at the menu Y/N spoke up "So how does a guy named James get Bucky for a nickname? Braces? Bucked off of a horse?"

He laughed softly "My middle name is Buchanan and there were too many James' on my block growing up."

She laughed with him. "I guess it's not too bad, I've heard worse nicknames but I like James better"

Bucky blushed and felt butterflies in his stomach at the way she said James. "When I was a kid only my ma ever called me James but I'll give you a special dispensation" and smiled

Y/N felt her insides turning around and a tingle in her core when he smiled at her. This man is beautiful she thought to herself. And the way his nose crinkled when he laughed! All the more reason to keep her hopes in control. She had a ton of male friends, 'You're such a great girl with the best personality but I just don't see you that way. More like a little sister' Guys act like they're the only ones trapped in the friend zone. No way would someone this sweet and funny and good looking want her.

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Low Expectations

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is low on self esteem when she meets Bucky. Can he convince her that she's the one he wants?

Warning: swearing and a little angst. Almost Canon compliant

Notes: just a simple story. Might be a couple of chapters if anyone is interested. Much of the situations, people and dialogue are from my real life. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Let me know what you think or if I should keep going.

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Y/N and her bff/roommate, Terri, were putting on the finishing touches before going out. "Terri, do we always have to go dancing? Once in a while I'd like to go somewhere that plays rock n roll, I'm full up on EDM and dance pop"

"Next time, I promise but I heard this club is supposed to be really good."

Y/N looked down on her tiny friend, being almost 6 feet herself "Good like great music or good like lots of hot guys?"

Terri smirked "Why not both?"

She sighed, maybe this place would be different. Every club or bar they went to all the guys flocked to Terri's side and she was practically ignored by everyone but the bartender. She didn't blame Terri, it wasn't her fault that she was a natural platinum blonde who tans like a freak and was a genius with make-up and clothes. Y/N on the other hand was tall, taller than a lot of men, curvy wearing a size 14 compared to Terri's size 2 and barely wore make-up. Life was too short to spend hours on your face.

It wasn't different. She sat at the table while guys lined up to dance with Terri. A couple bought Y/N drinks and tried to chat her up but it didn't take long for them to start asking about Terri. One guy that looked old enough to be her father but with his shirt unbuttoned and way too tight pants did ask her to dance but she couldn't bring herself to say yes.

After that she stopped agreeing to go out, claiming work or a headache or cramps or anything she could think of that might convince Terri to leave her out of it.

After a couple of months, Terri had enough.

"Y/N! I'm home now come on, we're going out tonite!" the door slammed as Terri walked in.

Y/N sighed "But Terri, I have a meeting in the morning and can't be out late drinking"

"No, no, no. You haven't left the house for anything but work in months. When is the last time you had a date or got laid? You'll never meet anyone like this." Terri scolded

Y/N shook her head "Like I'll find some meaningful connection at a bar. Geez, you sound like my aunt."

"Maybe but I'll bet your aunt has gotten laid more recently than you have" Terri teased

Y/N rolled her eyes, her aunt was a party girl who never grew out of it even in her 50's "Keep up that kind of talk and you'll turn me off of sex forever. Definitely for tonight"

"Oh no you don't. Freshen up and let's go."

"Fine but two drinks and I'm coming home. I really do have a meeting." Y/N smirked "and we better go somewhere that plays some rock."

At the club Terri picked up the first round and started looking around the room for potential victims. She stopped when she saw a good looking guy with a beautiful smile and gap between his front teeth and a brunette sitting together with her nemesis Tina Larson hanging all over the smile.

She nudged Y/N "Look at Tina, sleazing all over tall dark and handsome. I'll bet you the next round I can steal him away from her. I'll even direct the brunette towards you, his hair is kinda long, like you like."

Y/N's eyes got wide "Isn't that-?" Terri nodded.

Y/N shook her head "That's a sucker bet, no guy actually wants Tina Larson all over him and all of them want you. The brunette is cute but not my type."

Terri scoffed "He's totally your type! Why are you talking yourself out of it without even meeting him?"

Y/N shook her head "Because none of them even look at me when I'm with you. Remember last time? You had like 8 guys clamoring to get near you and a creepy senior citizen asked me to dance. Go get handsome but leave me out of your schemes."

She pulled out her phone to keep busy while Terri worked. She was distracted from her phone when Terri came back with TD&H and his friend. Smirking at Tina who was glaring daggers at Terri.

Terri sat on the smiles lap "Y/N, this is Sam and James, boys this is Y/N."

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[buck-buck-boose]

I’ll Love You ‘Til I Die Masterlist

Summary: A Brooklyn schoolgirl fell in love with James Buchanan Barnes at the tender age of nine. With this love she made a vow, promising to love him until her very last breath.

Pairing: Bucky x OFC

Rating: Teen; language and mild suggestiveness, but no smut

Status: In Progress

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen - Chapter Twenty - Chapter Twenty One - Chapter Twenty Two - Chapter Twenty Three - Chapter Twenty Four-

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Chapter Update: From afar; a promise

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The One That Got Away

Chapter 1 - I Can Do This All Day

Summary: Charlie Mathews meets Steve Rogers and his best friend, Bucky Barnes. She forms a special bond with both of them in very different ways.

TW: Fluff, mention of blood, injuries, working in a clinic, broken bones, war.

Word count: 4.2k

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When Charlie Mathews met the love of her life, she was 25. Her parents had tried to convince her to get married from the day she turned 21 but she never caved.

Charlie was the kind of girl that believed in true love and soulmates and that’s why she had no intention whatsoever to marry someone just because her parents told her to, she wanted to wait for the perfect man to come along and once she met him, she knew she had made the right decision.

The day she met James ‘’Bucky’’ Barnes is the day her whole world was turned upside down. He was the whole reason she knew what the true meaning of love was, and the reason she found out what true heartbreak felt like.

When you are young and in love you think you have all the time in the world, which would be true if there wasn’t a war happening around the world, and that any man could be called to the front lines to fight for their country. Bucky ended up being one of them and, sadly, would be part of the fallen ones.

Charlie liked to keep to herself. Her dad had gotten her a job as a secretary for a small clinic near where they lived and she loved her job. She never knew what the day was going to bring, who she was going to meet and what she would have to do.

When she first started working, her main job was to answer the phones, schedule appointments and write down everything the nurses or doctors told her to in their patients’ files. She had learned a lot by doing that, whenever there was some down time she would read the files and charts and try to learn as much as possible.

Charlie had loved school, she loved to learn and read about everything she didn’t know. Still to this day whenever she wasn’t working, she would be at the public library searching for new books to read or at the bookstore buying more books.

She would always get books for her birthdays or for Christmas and she would get as excited as if it was the first book she had ever gotten. Her dad had built shelves for her room when he saw the piles of books that were lying around on the floor, he kept adding to it and after a while, an entire wall of her room was taken by the shelves.

Working at the clinic was something that scared her at first, she had never had an emergency in her life and she didn’t know how she would react to seeing people bleeding, in pain or even seeing bones that should normally be under the skin and not poking through it but she never was one to shy away from a challenge and she decided to, at least try it before deciding she didn’t want to do it.

She was glad she had listened to her guts because she absolutely loved her job and she wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. Everyone that worked at the clinic would agree that Charlie was the perfect addition to their team.

She was nice and always smiling to everyone she met, she had a way with patients, always putting them at ease. If there was a situation that required a lighter, softer approach they knew that Charlie was the one they needed and every time, she got the job done.

Everyone was on edge because of the war. The uncertainty was weighting on everyone’s shoulders, no one knew what they would wake up to, who would be drafted to go and almost every day on her way to work, Charlie saw a family hugging their sons, their brothers while shedding tears not knowing when and if they were going to see them again. No matter how many times she saw it happened, it broke her heart the same every single time.

She didn’t want to think about how she would feel being in their place, having to say goodbye to someone she loved not knowing if she would ever be able to see them again.

It was relatively calm at work when the head-nurse offered to teach Charlie a few things about minor injuries and how to take care of them. She jumped on the opportunity and every time she had some down time, she would go to the nurse’s office to watch and practice new things.

She had been doing this for a month when the doctors finally let her shadow a nurse for an entire week to see if maybe it would be worth going to school and get her diploma.

They were seriously understaffed and if they could get even a single woman to sign up to become a nurse, it would still not be enough but better than nothing. That was the week she met Steve Rogers for the first time.

It was a Wednesday, she had been shadowing nurse Jones for almost 3 days now and they were having a lot of fun together. Jones was an older nurse, she was 55 and had been doing this since she was 20 years old. She had seen everything, at least that’s what she liked to tell the newcomers.

They were just done with one of their patients when a tiny, almost scrawny man walked in, limping. He looked pretty roughed up. His short blonde hair was all messy, he had a bit of dried blood on his bottom lip, a nasty cut on his left hand and he looked like he had injured his left leg, hence the limping.

As soon as she saw him walk into the clinic, Charlie ran to him andwrapped one of her armsaround his waist, making sure to take the weight off of his injured leg.

‘’Lean on me.’’ She told him, while pointing towards a chair a few feet from where they were.

He leaned on her and jumped on his right foot until they were close enough to the chair that he could sit on it. Once he was sitting down, she got on her knees near him, to be able to get a better look at his face. He looked everywhere but in her eyes. She didn’t know if it was because he was shy or simply embarrassed.

‘’Hey.’’ She said softly, trying to get him to look at her and he finally did.

‘’My name is Charlie, I work here. What’s your name?‘’ She waited for him to answer, without pressing him.

Clearly, he was uncomfortable and pressuring him to give her an answer wouldn’t help calm him down. Charlie looked behind her, waving nurse Jones over. Then, she turned her attention back to the man sitting in front of her.

‘’I’m Steve. Rogers.’’He finally answered, wincing. As soon as he opened his mouth, the wound on his lip opened up and it stung, bad.

‘’Hi Steve. Can you tell us what happened?‘’

By then, Jones had reached them and brought a wheelchair with her. They helped Steve get on it and wheeled them to Jones’ office. They closed the door after entering, to give Steve some privacy.

Steve simply shrugged ‘’I got into a fight’’ brushing it off like it was nothing. Almost like it was an every day situation and from the multiple bruises and cuts on his body, he got into a lot of fights.

She stood near the sink, damping a cloth to help clean up some of Steve’s wounds to be able to assess them properly. She let out a small chuckle when he answered her question and went back to sitting beside him, handing the cloth to nurse Jones and focused her attention on Steve again.

‘’Do we want to see the other guy?’’ She joked, trying to break the tension in the room. The joke made him smirk and he slightly shook his head.

‘’Nah’’ he said which made Charlie laugh.

They kept talking and joking while the nurse finished cleaning his wounds and then went to get the doctor to take a look at Steve’s ankle.

She said it was probably just sprained but they should make sure it’s not broken.

Usually, Charlie would have gotten up and followed the head-nurse around and to watch her every move but with Steve, she felt like she needed to comfort him. Protect him almost, and that’s why she stayed with him the whole time, never leaving his side.

The doctor confirmed what the nurse had already said, thankfully it was only a sprain.

Steve had to stay off of his feet for a few days, put some ice on it and he should be back on his feet the next week.

They gave him crutches to help him get around but being very clear that it didn’t mean he could walk around all day, he needed to rest and the crutches were only to help go from his bed to the bathroom and back.

Charlie had a feeling that either the crutches would be left in a corner of his room and forgotten, or that they would be for a lot more than just for trips to the bathroom.

An hour later, Charlie was pushing the wheelchair Steve was sitting on towards the exit, looking down at her patient before letting him get up.

‘’Are you sure you’re going to be okay to get home? I can try to get you a cab.’’ she offered.

Steve shook his head, already moving to stand up with the help of his new crutches. Charlie blocked the wheels to keep the chair from moving and helped Steve steady himself with a hand on his back.

‘’I’ll be fine. My house is just around the corner. I’ll get there no problem.’’

Charlie rolled her eyes while smiling, she had expected that kind of answer. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who asked for help, or let other people help him.

She moved in front of him to open the door of the clinic and keep it open while Steve was wobbling his way outside. He looked like a baby deer learning to stand on its legs for the first time. She tried not to laugh.

‘’Yeah, you look totallyfine to me.’’ she said with a playful smile on her lips.

Steve laughed and looked back at her ‘’I can do this all day.’’

‘’Oh, I’m sure you can.’’ it was her turn to laugh.

‘’I have a feeling I’ll see you again soon, Steve Rogers.’’

Steve kept walking, if you could call it that, she could hear him laughing still.

‘’Maybe’’ he said and waved her goodbye.

To no one’s surprise, she saw him again. And again... and again.

Thankfully, the injuries weren’t as bad as the ones he had the day they met. A few cuts here and there, split lips and a lot of bruises.

Weeks later, Steve was sitting in nurse Jones’ office for the second time that week. Charlie handed him a bag of ice while eyeing the bruise that was already forming on his left cheek.

‘’You know,’’ she started, sitting in front of him. ‘’You are allowed to walk away from fights sometimes, right? ‘’

By now, Charlie was allowed to take care of Steve by herself. She had gotten pretty good at treating his injuries, thanks to all the practice she’s had since meeting him.

She was looking at him, frowning and seriously wondering if he knew he could walk away instead of getting his ass kicked.

Steve took the bag of ice and slowly put it against his freshly bruised skin, shivering because of the cold. He chuckled.

‘’You should really meet Bucky. You both keep telling me the same thing.’’

Charlie rolled her eyes, a habit she had picked up from being around Steve so much.

‘’Well if you listened to us from time to time, we wouldn’t have to repeat the same thing over and over again.’’

Steve had told her all about Bucky, his best friend, telling her all about how they had been friends their entire lives.

He talked about him all the time and how often James had kept him from getting beaten up by making the other guys run away. She didn’t want to imagine how Steve would look if Bucky wasn’t around as much.

‘’Charlie, I already told you...’’

She cut him off, ‘’I know, I know. You’ll never walk away from bullies and you’ll always stand up to them.’’

He nodded, she had heard him say that dozen of times.

‘’You’re lucky that Bucky knows you so well and knows what you’re up to and where to look when he can’t find you at your place. I’ll have to thank him one of these days for saving you as often as he did.’’

He smiled but it wasn’t his innocent little smile he always had. It was more like a smirk.

‘’Actually...’’ he said, still smirking.

‘’What?’’ she asked while eyeing him suspiciously.

‘’Bucky’s birthday is this Friday. We’re gonna go to a pub a few blocks from here. We’re gonna go dancing. You have to come with me! You ‘ll finally be able to meet him.’’

‘’I don’t know’’ she hesitated.

She definitely wanted to meet the famous Bucky she kept hearing so much about, but wasn’t sure if Bucky would appreciate her tagging along especially on his birthday.

‘’Wouldn’t it be weird? He doesn’t know me and it’s his birthday!’’

‘’Weird? Why would it be weird? You’re my friend, he’s my friend and I want you two to meet. He won’t mind. I promise.’’

She looked at him, thinking about her decision for a few more seconds before nodding and accepting to go.

Friday came around quickly, a little too quickly for Charlie. She was excited to finally be able to meet Bucky, she had heard so much about him and Steve looked like he really loved him.

She was also a little nervous. One, she was showing up, kinda uninvited, when he was only supposed to be out with Steve and their dates. Secondly, she really cared for Steve. He became a really good friend and she knew that if Bucky didn’tlike her it’dbe a deal breaker. He’s the only family Steve’s got and his opinion means everything to him. She needed to make a good first impression.

The nurses let her go earlier that afternoon and she decided to take that little bit of free time to get a birthday gift for Bucky.

She didn’t know a lot about him and wasn’t sure what she should get him. She decided to go with a gift she knew was a safe bet: a book.

She entered her favorite bookstore, her little piece of heaven she liked to call it. She waved at the woman behind the register before disappearing behind the shelves.

She picked up random books and read the back cover trying to find the book that would speak to her the most. She ended up picking and then there were none by Agatha Christie.

It came out a few years backbut it wasn’t among the really popular books andmaybe he hadn’t read it yet. She ended upbuying thebook for him and a few more to add to her collection. Her dad just added to the shelves that were already there and now she needed new books to fill them up.

After paying, she walked out and made her way home. She had a few hours before Steve would pick her up to go to the pub near where they lived.

After talking the second time they met, they realized they lived two streets away from one another. It took 5 minutes from his door to hers, and since they found that out, Steve liked to walk to her house to ‘’pick her up’’ and walk together.

He liked to say their neighbourhood wasn’t safe and that she shouldn’t be walking alone when it was late.

Being at the clinic quite often himself, he waited for her to be done on the bench right outside and walked her home almost every day.

Charlie thought it was adorable. She knew that if something were to happen, she probably would be the one doing the protecting but it was so sweet of him that she didn’t mind.

She took a quick shower to wash off the smell of the clinic off of her, she couldn’t smell it anymore but she feared other people could and there was no way she would be remembered as the girl who smelled like cleaning products and blood (or other fluids she’d rather not think about).

From what her friend had told her, the plan for tonight was to go dancing and with that in mind she looked through her closet to find something to wear.

She didn’t really like to dance, she always felt like she had no rhythm and looked stupid. She always ended up seating at a tableand looking at all the dancers. She often wishedshe was one of them, they always looked like they were having the time of their life.

She decided to wear a very simple black dress with white flowers on it. It was one of her favorites and if she ended up dancing she would be comfortable. She took it out and put it on.

Afterwards, she took out the curling rolls in her hair, she fixed some of the curls that wouldn’t stay put like the others and once she was pleased with how her hair looked she decided to let them loose on her shoulders.

She had blue eyes and red hair and her mom loved to tell her how the color of her hair brought out the color in her eyes.

Once she was done getting ready, she went to the kitchen to wrap up the book she had bought for the birthday boy. Just as she was finishing, she heard a soft knock at the door, it was barely audible and that meant it could only be one person.

‘’Come in’’ Charlie screamed from the kitchen table, she waited a second to see if he had heard her and soon enough she heard the door open and close.

‘’I’m almost ready, I just need to clean up the mess I made.’’ She laughed while standing up and greeting him with a smile.

‘’I bought him a book. Do you think he’ll like it?’’ she said, nervously.

‘’He’s going to love it. Bucky loves to read, almost as much as you do.’’

He showed her the package in his hand, similar to the one she had just wrapped up. He had bought his friend a book too, a book about the science and new technologies, Bucky was obsessed with it all.

Charlie grinned and, once she was done cleaning everything, picked up her gift, grabbed her small clutch. She walked to Steve, kissed his cheek and he kissed hers back.

It happened by accident one day when Charlie was going in for a hug but Steve thought she wanted a kiss on her cheek. He apologized as soon as it happened, blushing so much he was almost turning purple. Charlie kissed his cheek, trying to show him it was no big deal and that he didn’t need to apologize. It somehow made him blush even more. Since then, she always kissed his cheek to greet him.

‘’You look very handsome’’ she wrapped her free arm around his and they walked outside. She let go of him for a few seconds to lock up behind her and wrapped her arm around his again.

Steve smiled and blushed slightly. It’s something he tried to get used to, the compliments.

Charlie always knew what to say or do to make the people around her smile. Whether it was a quick compliment, a smile or a hug, she was like a little ray of sunshine and engulfed everyone in her positivity.

He thanked her and returned the compliment. They walked in silence for a few minutes, it was uncommon for them but this time Steve felt like something was bothering her.

He looked at her, nudging her softly in her side with his elbow trying to get her to focus her attention on him.

‘’Earth to Charlie. What’s going on? You seem nervous all of a sudden.’’

Charlie was chewing on her bottom lip and kept touching the necklace she was always wearing, both signs that she was nervous.

She hesitated a few seconds, shrugging while looking at Steve.

‘’It’s nothing.’’ she mumbled.

‘’Clearly it’s something because it’s bothering you.’’

‘’I’m just scared Bucky will hate me.’’ she mumbled, so softly that Steve barely heard her.

‘’What?’’ he asked her to repeat, louder.

‘’I’m scared Bucky is going to hate me.’’ she looked down at her feet.

Steve just laughed, making her frown. Was he laughing at her? Seeing the hurt flashing in her eyes, he stopped laughing and smiled at her.

‘’I think it’s physically impossible for someone to hate you, Char.’’he tried to reassure her. ‘’Plus, I know he’s going to like you. I’ve talked to him about you so often, it’s like he already knows you.’’

‘’Promise?’’

‘’Promise.’’

She smiled at him and started to relax. Just in time, as they were finally arriving to their destination. Steve, ever the gentleman, grabbed the door and held it open for Charlie to walk in, following right after.

Steve looked around and spotted his best friend, at the same time Bucky spotted them and waved them over with the biggest smile on his face.

‘’That’s him!’’He pointed out Bucky to his new friend. When she saw him, the first thing she noticed was his smile.

She swore she felt her knees weaken a little bit when she saw him. He had the kind of smile she just loved, the kind that could light up an entire room. It made the corners of his eyes wrinkle but somehow it made him look younger, maybe it was because of the way his eyes lit up almost like they were sparkling. Charlie couldn’t stop the smile that stretched her lips.

Steve and her walked over to Bucky and the two friends hugged. When they let go of one another, Steve pointed at the girl standing next to him.

‘’Charlie,’’ he then pointed to the man in front of him ‘’This is James, Jamesthis is Charlie.’’

Charlie had a big smile on her face and stretched outher hand towards Bucky, to shake his.

‘’Nice to meet you, James and happy birthday!’’ she said while he was shaking her hand.

It was Bucky’s turn to have his knees slightly buckle under his weight, her smile made his heart flutters in his chest, almost making him blush.

‘’Thank you. Nice to meet you, too and call me Bucky, doll. Everybody does.’’

Charlie blushed at the nickname, cursing in her head for reacting so strongly to a name he clearly used all the time on girls. It had came out so effortlessly. She handed him the gift she had bought for him.

‘’To make up for crashing your night out with Steve.’’

His smile got even bigger, somehow and he took the package from her hand. He shook his head, telling her she wasn’t crashing anything and he was glad that she came.

He turned his attention to Steve for a few seconds, with a look that said where did you find this girl? And Steve winked at him, his own gift long forgotten.

Bucky had gotten so excited that she had brought him a gift, he knew that he wouldn’t care about Steve’s and he decided he would give it to him later.

Bucky opened his gift, from the shape he could tell it was a book and his excitement turning into curiosity. He gave the torn paper to the bartender, asking him if he could throw it away for him and thanked him.

He turned the book to see the front cover, his eyes lit up.

‘’I wanted to read that one but never got around to it!’’

Charlie grinned, happy that her gift was a success and relieved that it wasn’t a book he owned or had already read.

Bucky took a few steps towards herand hugged her, whispering a soft thank you in her ear, making the girl blush even more. Letting her go, he suggested they should go sit down somewhere.

They decided to all go sit in a booth at the back of the pub, wanting to be further away from the music to be able to hear themselves talk.

Once they sat, Steve looked at his two friends, talking eagerly about the books they had read, the ones they hadn’t read yet but wanted to and he almost gave himself a high-five but stopped himself.

The moment he met Charlie, he knew. She was the one for his best friend and seeing them interact together just confirmed everything he thought.

These two on the other hand... They were completely oblivious to each other’s feelings and even to their own.

Steve made it his mission to get these two to see how they felt, nudging them gently towards one another.

Charlie’s parents made it their mission to do the exact opposite.

My first, ever, chapter. I am so nervous posting this, I hope some of you will like it. As mentioned before, English isn't my first language and I taught myself so there are definitely mistakes here and there, I apologize. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!!

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Wake Up

Based off of the prompt “A scarf, a present wrapped very poorly, a kiss”

Holiday fic

He still remembered their first Christmas together. Their only one before he was shipped off to war. It wasn’t anything special; they didn’t have much money, or much of anything, to be honest. But it was nice.

He’d woken up at around six in the morning, his brain obviously not remembering that this was a holiday and that he should be granted a little extra sleep.

He tried rolling over, only then realizing that she was clinging to him like a squirrel to a tree. Her face was nuzzled in the crook of his neck, and her arms were wrapped around his chest.

He’d smiled, poking her in the shoulder. “Wake up.”

After a little while she began to stir, yawning with her eyes still shut. “What?”

“I want to give you your present.”

“It’s too early, baby.”

“It’s Christmas.”

“I have to work tomorrow.”

“So do I, doll, but that’s not stopping me. Pretty please?”

“James Buchanan Barnes, you are annoying.” She said, face now pressed against his chest.

“But you love me.”

“That I do.”

He’d eventually coaxed her out of bed, grabbing her slippers and robe as she complained about the lack of heat in the small apartment.

“One of us is going to catch pneumonia, Bucky.”

“Come on, doll, it’s not that cold in here.”

“Says the man who’s wearing two pairs of socks.”

“Because you don’t sleep with any and every single time your toes touch me it feels like I’ve made contact with blocks of ice.”

“Can I have my present now?”

“Fine, doll.” He huffed, jokingly.

“You were the one who insisted I wake up at such an ungodly hour. No one else in the city is up yet, I’ll bet you."

“Here you go.” He returned from the closet, presenting the gift with a flourish.

“What is it?”

“Can’t tell you.”

It was by far the sorriest wrapping job he’d ever seen, and that was saying something. It was only a box wrapped in newspaper, but the corners stuck out through the twine and the sides were wrinkled. He could’ve gotten it wrapped at the department store, he’d supposed, but first of all, he’d been saving up for ages and had even had to borrow a dollar from Steve to buy the gift, so he did not have any extra to pay for wrapping, and second of all, it wouldn’t have been as personal.

“Let me give you my gift first.” She said, handing him a neatly wrapped parcel.

He sat on the small sofa next to her, pulling at the string to unwrap it.

“You made me a scarf?”

“Yeah. I never was very good at knitting, but I’ve been getting better. I figured you could use it when you get shipped off.”

“Thanks, doll.” He gave her a quick kiss, wrapping the scarf around his neck. It truly was very warm, and with its dark blue color, wasn’t hideous like his other ones.

She took his gift, giggling at the paper and unwrapping it.

“Oh!”

“I saw you looking at them a few times, figured you might like them to go dancing tomorrow night.”

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. “Really?"

She’d been eyeing a pair of bright white dancing shoes in the window of the Macys they’d passed a couple of times while in Manhattan. The shoes were pretty popular, in all the fashion magazines since the summer, and he could tell she wanted a pair desperately. He’d never been able to buy her all the things he wished he could.

“How’d you ever get the money?”

“Don’t you worry about that.”

“Thank you, James.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

“Merry Christmas, doll.” He’d murmured against her lips.

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#5

The City Of Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 900+

Summary: You and Bucky a take a vacation to Paris.

Warnings: explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, thigh riding, overstimulation, slight dumbfication, daddy kink, praise kink, slight dom/sub undertones), Bucky’s thick thighs, quite a bit of fluff

a/n: 18+!!!! NO MINORS!!!!! SMUT!!!!! I hope you enjoy this fic!!!!

“I still can’t believe we’re here.” You smiled, as you looked around the beautiful Paris sky. Bucky chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Me either. I’m so happy I’m here with you.” He said, before leaning down and he kissed your neck softly. You moved your hand back to tangle it in his long hair. 

“Let’s go to the ballroom and dance.” You whispered, and pulled out of his metal hand to walk to the large room that was playing classical music. He smiled and took both of your hands and pulled you to him. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his hands went to your hips. You smiled up at him as you two started swaying to the music. He dipped you and you threw your head back laughing. His hands squeezed your hips softly before pulling you up. 

You laid your head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around your back. You two swayed along the marble floor and he rested his head on yours. He kissed the top of your head, and you pulled back to kiss his lips softly. 

He smiled down at you, “You wanna go to the hotel for some fun, doll?” He asked with a smirk. You giggled and blushed.

“Sure. It is the city of love after all.” You smiled, and kissed his lips again. 

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You and Bucky stumbled into the hotel room with laughs. You two kissed over and over again, until your lips were pink and puffy. You kissed him again and he picked you up and pinned you to the wall. His lips went to your chest. 

He kissed your chest and marked up your chest. You moaned and his hands went to your straps and he ripped them down. You gasped as he ripped your dress and you felt your juices soak your panties, as you got more turned on. 

His lips latched onto your nipple and his metal hand tweaked your other bud. You moaned and arched your back and he slotted a thigh in between your legs. You grinded your cunt against the fabric of his pants. 

His beefy thigh made your clit rub up against his hard muscles. You whined and your head fell back against the wall. He rubbed his thigh against your warm core, and you keened and arched your back.

“F-fuck, Bucky.” You stuttered, as he sucked on your nipples. Your movements got more sloppy as you came closer to your orgasm. 

“Cum for Daddy, baby doll.” He growled against your skin, and you cried out his name before cumming against his thigh. Thanks to no panties you soaked his slack pant leg. 

He groaned as he felt your arousal seep into his slacks. He pulled away and laid you on the bed and he tore off the rest of your dress. He pulled back and stripped off his clothes and he grabbed the leather cuffs.

You smirked at him as he walked up and he crawled up your body. He looked like a predator stalking his prey with a smirk. He grabbed your wrists and he secured them in the cuffs. He leaned down and kissed your lips passionately. 

You kissed him back deeper and he pinned your hands above your head, and linked his fingers through yours. He slipped the tip of his cock through your folds and he thrusted in hard.

You cried out against his lips and your hips bucked against his. He nibbled on your bottom lip and you whined and whimpered, as you adjusted to his size. 

He was so big and thick. You loved his cock whether it was in your cunt or you were sucking him off. You just wanted his cock in you. You smiled at the thought before your face turned to a look of peer bliss. He thrusted into you fast and hard, making you moan loudly.

“That’s it, baby doll. You take Daddy’s cock so well.” He praised, and your heart bloomed at the praise. He groaned as he felt your walls clench around him, as he pounded you dumb. 

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned loudly as your walls started throbbing and clenching. He groaned at your walls squeezing his cock. You felt your head getting clouded as you came for the second time. 

He pulled three more orgasms from your throbbing and abused cunt, before he thrusted deep in you and filled your cunt up with his hot cum. You moaned as you felt him fill you to the brim. You slumped against the bed completely cock drunk. 

He slowly pulled out of you and he grabbed his boxers and pulled them on, before walking to the bathroom. He grabbed a wet warm cloth and he came back, and saw you tangled up in the sheets with your hands pinned above you. 

Your hair flowed around your head like a halo, and to him you looked like an angel. You had a stupid flirtatious smile on your face. He walked up with a smile and he spread your legs and cleaned up your cunt. You whined as he gently wiped your used cunt. 

He tossed the cloth and laid down next to you and you curled up on his chest. He kissed your lips passionately and your head was clouded with how cock drunk and dumb you were.

“That was amazing, babygirl.” He smiled, and you nodded with a dumb smile on your face. “You okay?” He asked with a chuckle. 

“Give m-me a-a few.” You muttered, before you fell asleep on his chest. He chuckled as he looked out the window at the Eiffel tower. Thank god for the city of love.

236 notes • Posted 2021-08-31 03:29:23 GMT

#4

Can I request a Thor smut using prompts 18, 19 and 99? And could it be based around Thor & the reader having a few kids but Thor wants to try for an other because he wants a big family so he’s begging the reader? Thank you! I love your work!!!!

18: "Are you wearing my shirt?"

19: "Do you need me to finger you first?"

99: "You know, there wasn't a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in."

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, lactation kink, breeding kink, a bit of dirty talk, baby-making sex), quite a bit of fluff, Thor being a sweetheart.

a/n: I really love this idea! So I had a good time writing this! Thank you for reading my fics! I hope you enjoy!

18+!!!! SMUT!!!!! NO MINORS!!!!!

Send Me More Smutty Prompts!!!!!!

Thor dropped off his two little girls, Delilah and Lily, at daycare so you didn’t have to. When you were pregnant with the twins, he fawned over your swollen belly. He showered you in love and kisses. His hands never left your body for longer than a trip to the store. He wanted another baby but didn’t know exactly how to approach the subject.

He drove home and started making breakfast for you. He cooked bacon, waffles, and eggs. He decided to ask for another baby.

You awoke to the smell of food instead of being awoken by your crying daughters. You looked at the alarm clock seeing that you slept in. You jumped up and wrapped yourself in your robe and ran down the hall to Delilah and Lily’s room. You opened the door and their cribs were empty.

You rushed down the stairs and you saw Thor in the kitchen making breakfast, but no sign of your daughters.

“Thor, hun, where are the girls?” You asked and walked around the house trying to find them.

“I dropped them off at daycare.” He said, and you sighed in relief and sat at the counter. He turned around to pressed a good morning kiss to lips.

“Good morning to you too.” You smiled against his lips, and he pulled back.

“You know, there wasn't a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.” He smirked, and you rolled your eyes and pressed another kiss to his lips.

“I knew getting you that book of pick-up lines was a bad idea.” You chuckled, as he turned to finish cooking. You poured yourself a cup of coffee and sipped it as you stared at his ass while he cooked. He finished breakfast without burning the house down. Surprisingly. You sat on the counter and he stood between your legs and you two ate your breakfast in comfortable silence.

“I want to ask you about something,” Thor said, as you two cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen.

“Okay. What?” You asked as you placed a dish in the sink. He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist and placed kisses on your shoulder.

“Can we have another child?” He whispered against your skin, as he placed kisses against whatever skin he could find.

“You want to have another baby?” You questioned, as you scrubbed the pan.

“Mhm.” He nodded and rubbed circles into your hips. You smiled and leaned into his soft touches. You loved when he was like this. Which were most of the time. He was always so loving and caring when it came to you and the girls, and god if it didn’t turn you on.

“You wanna fill me up? See me walking around so full of you?” You asked a bit mockingly. He bit down lightly on your neck.

“You know I do.” He growled against your soft skin, and you felt his hard length against your back. His grip on your hips got tighter.

“Then do it.” You purred and squealed in excitement he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. He carried you to your shared bedroom and tossed you on the soft bed. He climbed over you and pulled off your robe.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked borderline growling, as he looked at the dark red t-shirt covering your body.

“Your smell comforts me.” You shrugged and blushed under his lustful gaze. He leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. His hands cupped your ass as you gripped his hair between your fingers. He pulled the shirt off and tossed it somewhere in the room. His hands gently brushed against your breasts. Full of milk for your babies but Thor wanted a taste. He latched onto one of your nipples. “What- Oh, god.” You moaned and arched your back as he suckled on your breast. He groaned as the warm milk filled his mouth.

“You taste so good.” He groaned and continued to suckle against your nipples. You whined and moaned as he licked and sucked against your sensitive nubs. He twisted and pinched your nipples as he watched the pleasurable look on your face. “I could probably make you cum without even touching your core. Do you think I could, my love?”

“Yes.” You whined and nodded, and arched your back against his hand. One more nip against your nipple sent the white-hot pleasure of your orgasm through your body. You cried out his name and he pulled off your chest to kiss you passionately. He stood up at the edge of the bed and stripped off the rest of his clothes. Your eyes widened when he pulled off his boxers to reveal his huge length. “Oh, I forgot how large you are.” You stated, and he looked at you cockily.

“Do you need me to finger you first?” He asked, and you rolled your eyes and stripped off the rest of your clothes.

“You’re too cocky.” You teased, as he climbed over you. He chuckled and captured your lips in another passionate kiss.

“You love it.” He muttered against your lips, and you giggled against his lips but gasped when he thrusted a finger into your tight cunt. “You’re so tight. It’s been too long.” He groaned as he thrusted his finger in and out of you.

“Oh, god.” You moaned as he added another finger into your wet channel. He crooked his fingers up and they brushed against your g-spot making you arch your back. You ground your hips down against his hand trying to get some friction against your clit. He nippled and sucked on your neck. He pulled his fingers out of you and you whined at the loss.

“Shh, my love. I got you.” He whispered and thrusted his cock into your throbbing core. You cried out at the feeling of being so full of him.

“Oh, Thor! You stretch me so good!” You mewled, as he started thrusting into you slow and hard. You wrapped your legs around his waist so his cock hits deeper inside of you.

“That’s it, my queen. You take me so well.” He grunted, as he threaded your fingers between his and pressed your hands into the mattress. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whined, and he sped up a bit.

“I want to feel you cum around me and then I’ll pump you full of my seed. Make you all nice and round with my child.” He growled, and you looked him in the eyes as you came around his cock. He pressed his forehead against yours and looked at you lovingly. Your walls throbbed and clenched around his length as you came. He groaned and tucked his head in your neck as he filled you with his cum.

“Thor!” You moaned at the feeling of his cum coating your walls. You two took laid there trying to catch your breath. He gently pulled out of your used cunt and rolled over. He pulled you into his arms as he placed kisses all over your face.

“Get some sleep, my love. I’ll take care of everything for you.” He whispered, and let you cuddle into the blankets before standing up. He stood up and placed a kiss on your forehead then walked into the kitchen for some water for you. You curled up into a ball and placed your hand over your bare stomach.

“Please, let us have another baby.” You whispered into the quiet room.

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284 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 03:24:08 GMT

#3

Hi!!! I love you but the way!!🎀🌸🧸💕✨❤️🥰🧚🏻‍♀️

Do you think you could do #69(heh nice) and #91 from your request list?

You don’t have to!! (If you can, can you do it with Wanda? And if not, with Charles Blackwood please!!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content (sex toys, thigh riding, mdlg dynamic, dom/sub), a bit of fluff, mommy!wanda, little!reader

Hey, babygirl!!!! I love you more!!!!! 🥰😘😊😊

Thank you so much for requesting!!!! I had so much fun writing this!!!!

You cuddled up with your pink stuffy as you laid on the couch. You were watching your favorite cartoon as you waited for Wanda to come home. Wanda had been on a mission for a week and you missed your mommy.

She took you in when you were at your lowest. You immediately took to her, you needed attention and she was more than happy to give it to you. From cuddling you at night to taking care of your every need. 

You never liked being alone and now that Wanda left you on your own, you were helpless. Natasha came by and gave you some company, but it wasn’t the same. You wanted the love only Wanda could give you.

You were focused on the TV when Wanda walked through the door. You heard her set her bag down with a thud. You looked over and your eyes widened and a smile crossed your face.

“Wandie!” You squealed and ran to her and jumped on her. She laughed and picked you up in her arms. You smiled and kissed her face over and over again.

“Hey, little blossom.” Wanda smiled and chuckled as you kissed her face. She wrapped her arms around you and held you close. “How are you doing?” She asked and walked over to the couch and sat down.

“I’m good, mommy. Better now that you’re home.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around her neck. She placed her hands on your hips. 

“I’m so happy that I’m home.” She whispered and nuzzled her nose against yours. “I missed my sweet blossom.”

“I missed you so much, mommy.” You giggled and ran your fingers through her hair. She smiled and kissed your lips passionately. You kissed back gripping her hair softly to pull her lips closer.

You moved to straddle her thigh, getting needy. You started grinding your panty-covered cunt on her thigh. You moaned and whimpered quietly as your clit rubbed against the fabric of your panties. 

She pulled back and smirked as you humped your leg. “Is someone feeling needy?” She asked as you continued to grind on her thigh.

“Please, mommy.” You whined as you moved faster but Wanda’s hands stopped you.

“No, come here, baby, let Mommy take care of you.” She said, and picked you up and carried you to your bedroom. 

She laid you down on the bed and started stripping your clothes off. You blushed under her gaze and went to cover up. She pulled back to strip off her clothes revealing her bare and beautiful body. 

You ogled her body as she went to the toy box. She grabbed her purple thick strap-on and a wand vibrator. 

“You’re so pwetty, mommy.” You whispered, and she turned around with a smirk. She frowned when she saw you covering up your body. She set the toys on the side table and she crawled on top of you.

“Aww, is my little princess getting shy?” She asked with a smirk, and she kissed your neck softly. You wrapped your arms around her neck. “I wanna see your beautiful body, sweet blossom.” She whispered and moved down to cup your cunt. 

You whined and arched against her hand. She slipped her middle finger between your folds and rubbed your clit. You moaned against her lips and she smirked and pulled back, to secure the strap around her hips. 

You whimpered at the size of the silicone cock and she towered over you. She ran the tip up and down your soaked folds and you whined. She slowly started pushing into your tight cunt. 

You cried out and arched your back as her dildo filled you up. She kissed you passionately and cup your hips softly.

“T’big, t’big.” You whimpered as the dildo bottomed out in you. 

“You can take it. Just relax.” She whispered, and grabbed the vibrator and turned it on before putting it on your clit. 

You moaned as your cunt started to relax. She nibbled on your bottom lip as she started thrusting in and out of you slowly. You whined and let out gasps as the dildo hit all the right spots. She kissed down your neck and marked up your chest, as she thrusted slow and with love. 

You basked in the feeling of being so loved and cared for. She worshipped and treated every part of your body with love and care. You could’ve spent hours under her. 

“Are you still with me, baby blossom?” She asked as she kept fucking into you. You nodded dreamily and smiled up at her. “Good because I’m not done yet.”

293 notes • Posted 2021-09-07 01:51:44 GMT

#2

You’re Doing It Wrong

Kinktober 2021 - Day 12

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Kink: Masturbation - When a man or woman touches themselves on their fun parts to create an amazing sensation similar to sex.

Words: 700+

Summary: You finally buy a vibrator but you don’t know how to use it and Wanda decides to help you.

Warnings: explicit sexual content (sex toys, masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink), Wanda being a sweetheart, a bit of fluff

a/n: This is Day 12 of Kinktober!! I finally caught up!! I hope you enjoy this fic!! For my wife @its-just-may 

You finally bought a small bullet vibrator from a website online. You were so embarrassed as you were huddled under your blanket with your computer. You were always worried about masturbation. You grew up in a Christian family and all your life they told you that masturbating was wrong. That you would go to hell for it. 

So you never tried it, until you moved in with the Avengers and you fell for the one and only Wanda Maximoff. Every time she teased you or called you a sweet nickname, you felt yourself blush and your panties get soaked. 

You took the scissors and cut open the box and opened it. You pulled out the small vibe and you looked it over and held it in your hand. You examined it before you pressed the button on the back and it buzzed to life. Your heart stopped thinking that someone would hear and you quickly turned it off. 

You sighed as it became quiet again and you set the vibrator back in the box. You hid the box under your bed and got up as Steve called that dinner was ready. You walked into the main room to get dinner.

Later that night, you laid in your bed with your legs spread and you grabbed the toy. You turned it onto the lowest setting before trailing it down your body slowly. You moved your other hand down to spread your folds but not knowing what you’re doing, you press it to the top of your folds. 

You tried to make yourself feel good for thirty minutes but nothing happened. You groaned in frustration and tossed the vibrator on the bed and laid back down. 

Wanda walked past your room and heard the sound of vibrations in your room. She looked confused knowing how innocent you are and she stops at the door. She sees it cracked a bit and she pushes it open and looked in. She smirked at the sight of you trying to make yourself cum. 

You sighed as you laid back and you closed your eyes. Wanda walked in and shut the door with a click and she locked it. You jolted up as you heard a door shut and you see Wanda and you cover yourself with the blanket.

“W-Wanda? W-what a-are you doing?” You asked as you covered your bare body with a blanket. She walked up and sat down next to you. 

“You know you’re doing it wrong?” Wanda said as she sat next to you. You blushed and hid your face with your hand. “Don’t be embarrassed. Let me help you.” She smiled and reached over to grab the vibrator. 

“R-really?” You asked her nervously, and she smiled and nodded.

“Just lay back and let me help.” She whispered, and you nodded and laid back on the bed and she removed the blanket. She gently spread your legs and smirked at the sight of your soaked cunt. “So pretty. All soaked and ready. You may be innocent but your cunt is so ready.” She purred before she turned on the vibrator and spread your folds. 

You held your breath as she placed the tip of the vibe on your clit. You moaned quietly as she lightly placed it on your clit. She smirked at your moans and she turned up the vibrations, as she kissed your inner thigh. 

You loved how gentle she was being with you as she whispered praises to you. You smiled as your heart soared and you moaned as she pressed a little harder on your clit. You start to feel this pleasure course through you as you feel your thighs shake. 

“W-Wanda, I-I feel s-something.” You whispered to her with a moan. 

“That means you’re going to cum, babygirl. Cum for me.” She whispered with a smirk as she watched your clit twitch. You nodded and moaned loudly as you came from just a vibrator to your clit. She smirked as you cum and she helped you through your orgasm, before pulling away. 

You slumped against the bed before you wrap your arms around her neck and pulled her down. You kissed her lips with a smile and she chuckled and wrapped her arms around you. You were happy that she helped you.

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303 notes • Posted 2021-10-13 02:34:36 GMT

#1

It’s Not Fucking Fair

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

Words: 900+

Summary: You and Loki attend a pool party that Stark is throwing and things get a little out of hand when you see Loki in his swim trunks.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, doggy style, creampie, rough sex, dom/sub undertones), Loki being sexy, the reader being horny

a/n: I started this like weeks ago but I finally finished!!! I hope you enjoy!!!

It was not fair. You sat there lounging on a chair at the pool, pretending to read, while Loki sat next to you flaunting his abs.

He was teasing you and he knew it. You could tell by the small smirk he had on his face, every time you let out a sigh of frustration.

You just wanted to sit in his lap and ride him till you passed out, but there was one thing stopping you. The fact that the whole team was outside with you two.

Tony decided that the team would have a pool day. You wore a dark green bikini and Loki wore a matching pair of trunks. Yeah, it was cheesy but you two were in love.

You almost chewed through your bottom lip in frustration, when Natasha came up to you and handed you a mixed drink. She sat at your feet and sipped her own drink.

“What’s got you so tense?” She asked as you took a sip of the strawberry alcohol.

“I just wanna jump him. Look at him.” You sighed and gestured to Loki as he walked over to talk with Thor.

“And this is why I told Tony not to invite you two,” Natasha stated and took a sip of her own drink.

“That’s a bit harsh, Tasha.” You said, and she shrugged and set her drink down.

“Well, you two can’t keep your hands off of each other. I’m surprised that you two have not touched this entire time.”

“Well… wait. Why am I even discussing this? I’m going to get my man.” You got up and rolled your eyes when you heard Natasha scoff. You walked up to Loki and Thor and wrapped your hand around Loki’s bicep. “Hey, Thor? Can I borrow my boyfriend?”

“Sure, Y/n.” Thor smiled, completely unaware of what his brother and you are about to do. You pulled Loki into the compound and into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong, my lo-“ Loki started to ask, but you pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss. You tangled your fingers in his hair as his hands flew to your hips.

“God, shut up.” You sighed against his lips, and he chuckled and picked you up.

“Someone’s eager.” He stated as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He set you on the counter and stood between your legs as you two kissed.

“Just fuck me, baby.” You groaned frustrated at his teasing.

“Your wish is my command, my love.” He whispered and untied your bikini top. His hands went to your chest squeezing and groping your breasts.

You gasped and your head fell back as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples.

“Please.” You moaned, and he pulled back and connected your lips in a heated kiss. He ripped off your bikini bottoms and pulled back to flip you over.

He bent you over the marble counter, the cool surface sending goosebumps all over your body.

“You’re so pretty like this, darling.” He praised, loving the sight of you at his command. He untied his trunks and pulled them down to reveal his thick cock.

He ran the tip of his cock through your wet folds making you whine and grind your hips back.

“Please, I want to feel you fill me up.” You pleaded, and you moaned loudly as he slammed into you. Your body jolted with the strength of the thrust.

“Is this what you wanted, my love? Me fucking you till you turn dumb.” He growled as he started thrusting into fast and hard, taking what he wanted from your pussy.

You gripped the counter trying to gain some balance but failed as he slammed into your sweet spot. Your arms giving out under you and you laid on the cool surface.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted like a prayer. His hand gripped your hips hard you knew that they would leave bruises. He wrapped his hand over your mouth as you moaned and whined.

He slipped his fingers into your mouth as you got louder and he leaned down to suck hickeys into your back. You moaned and arched your back up against his chest. Your hands gripped the marble surface as he railed you until you did feel dumb.

Your mind turned to mush as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of your cunt. You had tears streaming down your face as you whined and whimpered as your mind was blank. Your legs felt numb as he whispered dirty things in your ear.

“That’s my good little slut. Taking my cock so well. God, I love your tight cunt.” He groaned, as he felt your walls clench and throb around his length. He was close, but he wanted to pull one more orgasm from you before filling you up.

“L-Loki, I-I can’t.” You mumbled as your walls pulse and you sobbed with pleasure and he kissed your neck softly.

“Come on, dove. Give me one more.” He whispered, and he rubbed your clit and you screamed as you came for the last time. He groaned and thrusted into you before filling you up with his warm cum.

You moaned as you felt him fill you up and you slumped against the counter. You two panted as you came down from your highs. He pulled out of you and you winced and tried to find your bottoms but they were shredded on the ground.

“Damnit, I liked those.” You sighed and he chuckled.

“You dragged me in here. I was just going with what you were doing.” He shrugged and you chuckled and looked up at him.

“You’re lucky I love you.” You smiled and kissed him softly.

“That I am.” He smirked and kissed back before throwing you over his shoulder. You squealed and laughed as he carried you to your shared bedroom. It wasn’t fair that he was Irresistible.

426 notes • Posted 2021-08-27 03:43:11 GMT

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I posted 397 times in 2021

350 posts created (88%)

47 posts reblogged (12%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.1 posts.

I added 1,510 tags in 2021

#loki x reader - 261 posts

#tom hiddelston loki - 228 posts

#loki x female reader - 220 posts

#loki fanfiction - 172 posts

#loki fanfic - 154 posts

#loki (marvel) - 149 posts

#loki incorrect quotes - 97 posts

#oc fiction - 80 posts

#loki layfeyson imagine - 76 posts

#tom hiddleston - 73 posts

Longest Tag: 40 characters

#bucky barnes x original female character

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Monster: DROP YOUR WEAPONS!

Thor: *drops mjolnir*

Y/N: *drops sword*

Loki: *drops dagger*

Monster: Is that all of them?

Thor: Yes

Y/N: Yes

Loki: You may need to give me a moment

Thor:

Y/N: *rolls eyes*

Loki: *removes another 6 daggers from his pockets

Monster: Is that all now?

Loki: No

Loki: *starts pulling more daggers from under his sleeve*

Y/N: I do apologise for this

Loki: Just a few more

Monster: *awkwardly looking around*

Y/N: Loki! How did you even get a dagger there?

Loki: I’ve gotten a lot of things in there you know that

Thor:

Y/N:

Loki: Oh yeah I forgot about these ones

Loki: *starts dropping more daggers*

Monster: Well?

Y/N: Loki you couldn’t possibly have that there the whole time

Loki: I did

Y/N: Loki, that one isn’t even a dagger

Monster: Please please stop pulling things out

Y/N: Do you still keep the one in the—

Loki: Yes

Y/N: *unsheathes a dagger from Loki and throws it directly in between the monsters eyes*

Thor: And you couldn’t have done that before?

Y/N: No. Now let’s go

Loki: *starts picking up all the daggers*

243 notes • Posted 2021-11-23 16:37:42 GMT

#4

Safeword ⛓ Mutual Pining

Loki knew what he wanted. Who he wanted. So did she.

Y/N and Loki had been working alongside the avengers for a while now. Y/N joined around a week after Loki. From the moment Loki laid his eyes on her, he knew he wanted her. When he first heard her speak, he knew he wanted to hear her moan.

Loki was given the task of training y/n. Whilst he loved to watch the sweat drip from her overworked body, he knew it did nothing to help his self control. Whenever she was sparring with him, Loki would feel like he was in a trance. The lightest touch from her would send him almost charging out of the room trying to hide his growing erection. She looked like a goddess.

Despite y/n’s innocent demeanour, she knew what she was doing. She was aware of Loki’s eyes on her whenever she’d be doing the most mundane of tasks. She’d notice the hairs on Loki’s arm stand erect at her subtle touches. She would feel Loki’s grip tighten ever so slightly onto her when he had her back to his chest. The way his breath would hitch when she’d lean in to whisper something in his ear. She was very perceptive.

The sexual tension between y/n and Loki was obvious. The rest of the team noticed the change in his personality when he was talking to her. He’d go from being mostly silent to winking and smiling when she was around. The mute God would often tell jokes in her presence just to watch her laugh and this was something everyone noticed. Y/N would change too. If she was sitting down, she’d usually stand and start to busy herself with a task like washing or cleaning in the hopes that his eyes would follow her. If she was wearing a hoodie over her top, she’d usually unzip it especially when she was sitting opposite Loki. In these situations, she’d unzip her hoodie just enough to expose her cleavage and then she’d lean forwards hoping he’d sneak a risky glance.

When it came to missions, Y/N and Loki were inseparable. They’d always sit together on the quintet. Exit together. Fight together. They always had each others backs, they were the perfect duo. Being on missions together also gave them the opportunity for more physical contact whether it be Loki lifting y/n to kick someone in the face or her holding onto him whilst they teleported to safety. If one of them ever got hurt, the other wouldn’t leave their side. Sometimes Loki would find himself allowing someone to impale him during a mission. He knew it wouldn’t really hurt him, it’d just be a graze, but he yearned for y/n’s company. He craved her company. He desired to smell her sweet perfume. He ached to feel the sensation of her hands caressing his cheek, his shoulders, him. He was hungry for her.

As much as Loki longed for y/n, she also had her own battle with concupiscence. The way Loki’s hooded eyes would soften at her arrival and not leave her ignited something deep within her. The way he’d slightly lean into her neck when she’d plump the pillows behind his head made her weak in the knees. The way his cheeks would slightly heat up as she gently stroked them would make her heart skip a beat. The way his eyes would close whenever she’d message his shoulders. Made her imagine his reaction if she delved lower. The way Loki’s expression would beg her to stay whenever she’d make any move signalling her departure would leave her with a throbbing sensation in her core. She was starving for him.

Their mutual pining would often leave them both feeling amorous. When in the comfort of his own room, Loki would often free himself by removing his trousers and undergarments revelling in the feeling of the heaviness of his erect cock. He’d lightly stroke it beginning to think about her. Her here on his bed, naked, completely at his mercy begging him to fuck her. Applying more pressure to his strokes, he’d imagine himself in her mouth whilst she’s gagging and swallowing his cum. Feeling chills spreading across his abdomen and groin caused by his building pressure, he’d imagine how it would feel thrusting deeply into her. Her walls contracting around his hardened cock. Her hands caressing his shoulders. The smell of her perfume. Feeling his muscles beginning to tighten, his back slightly arch snd his pelvis involuntary thrusting forward, Loki would often cum with a groan and y/n’s name slipping breathlessly from his lips. He desperately wanted to be between her thighs.

Once in the comfort of her room, y/n would find herself dimming the lights before getting undressed and laying in her bed. She’d start off by messaging her breasts and playing with her hardened nipples. She’d imagine how it’d feel if Loki was laying above her right now, kneading her chest. After a while, she’d allow her hand to drift lower. Teasing her clit, she’d think about how it’d feel if her finger was replaced by Loki’s tongue. Needing more. Needing to feel full, she’d let her fingers enter her core. Pushing them in and out, her mind would be on Loki. The thought of his manhood stroking her entrance as he positioned his body above hers capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. The thought of feeling him entering her, filling her, was enough for y/n to reach her orgasm. She came with a moan and Loki’s name escaping her lips. She desperately wanted to feel him between her thighs.

The morning Tony announced that he was hosting a party on Saturday, cheers and celebratory praises could be heard from the common room. The team were no strangers to an infamous ‘Starky’ - Stark Party as he would say. Any party hosted by the one and only Tony Stark would involve, alcohol, sex, laughter and a splitting headache the next day. Hearing the news of the party, Loki knew that this would be his chance. His chance to finally, intimately touch her, taste her, feel her.

A/N: what do we think? I really liked this I feel like it’s one of the best things I’ve written so far and I’m excited to do another part if that’s what the readers want 🖤🖤 all likes etc are highly appreciated xxx

251 notes • Posted 2021-09-22 22:33:22 GMT

#3

Loki: Darling?

Y/N: No

Loki: I haven’t even asked you anything

Y/N: Yet

Loki: Can you—

Y/N: No

Loki: Y/N listen. Can you please make me those midgardian flat cake things I like?

Y/N: No

Loki: If you don’t, then next time I won’t let you wear the horns when we—

Y/N: * runs to the kitchen *

Y/N: Pancakes coming right up

289 notes • Posted 2021-09-09 19:38:11 GMT

#2

Y/N: Loki?

Loki: Yes dove

Y/N: Who’s Mobius?

Loki: Who’s Tom Hiddleston?

Y/N:

Loki:

Y/N: Touché

303 notes • Posted 2021-09-06 21:33:04 GMT

#1

Y/N: *tying her hair up*

Loki: *looks flustered*

Y/N: What?

Loki: *completely red*

Y/N: What? Why are you looking at me like that?

Loki: Ar- a- Are you about to do the thing?

Y/N: What thing?

Loki: The thing with your mou—

Y/N: No Loki I’m not about to do the THING!

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Memories | Bucky Barnes

Ten

Bucky Barnes x blackwidow!oc

Word count 5.7k

Tags: absolute angst in the first half and pure violence in the last

A/N: hey guys, I've decided to go back and keep writing their story in the forties until the end because my later chapters get a bit confusing with the flashbacks to make things make sense so I'm removing those to make full chapters out of them, so I'll update the masterlist appropriately

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Looking into those blue eyes all I feel is pure shock, disbelief, and my fingers stretch down to feel the blade tucked in the garter beneath my skirt, immediately jumping to the only logical conclusion that this can't be real, but the look in his eyes as he takes me in can't be faked.

It's him.

"Excuse me, I have special orders to brief the diplomat and search him before taking him to the general," I say to the guard, trying to keep my voice from wavering. "Can you inform the general I will be another five minutes."

He is hesitant, and I know that hesitance means I have only minutes before further security comes, but he nods and goes to do what I ask. Finally alone in the windowless room I shut the door behind me, my weight against it as I look at him, wishing this was some sick dream but here he is, and he has no idea what he's walked into.

"You're fucking crazy," I breathe, my accent thick from having been in Russia for months now. "They'll kill you."

"You won't let them," he says and it's then I realise he's not here by some mistake. He is here in the place of a man I was meant to kill, the army would only send in someone I knew for one purpose, to take me out.

"They sent you here to kill me," I breathe in pure disbelief, for the first time the Americans being one step ahead.

"They sent Peggy here to kill you," he corrects and my eyes widen. "She's the one who swapped me out with the man you were assigned to kill."

"They knew," I realise, unaware they had any intelligence on me. "They knew I'd be the one to do it."

"You can't blame them for guessing it would be the NKVD's top agent that would do it," he tells me and my skin crawls as I realise he knows. "Just like the others."

He knew what I was when he fell in love with me, or at least parts, but now- now he sees what I am, and yet there's no disgust in his eyes, only pain.

"You didn't come all this way to warn me," I say stiffly, shaking my head at him as he steps towards me. "And I know you didn't come to kill me as much as you might want to."

He should be my enemy, I betrayed him, and yet I can't help how my body melts as he reaches for me, and the touch of his hand on my cheek is enough to make me unravel. After all the pain, after all the torture, he's here.

"I wanted to when I woke up and you were gone," he tells me, his voice rough. "I've spent months trying to hate you, trying to forget you." His thumb runs over my lips, his touch stronger than any drug Hydra's shot into my veins, or any torture forced upon me by the Red Room. "Wondering if any of it was ever real."

That's when long buried tears finally surface and burn in my eyes as I grit out "You know it was real."

"How can I?" he asks me and that's when I reach for him, hand coming to hold his stubbled cheek and I watch his eyes change, I watch him break under my touch just as I do his.

"Because you're here," I say, my voice strained and tears burn in his eyes, tears he desperately tries to force back. "Because you're mad enough to come here to do what? If you aren't here to kill me-"

"You're coming home," he tells me and the moment I open my mouth to protest he orders "Whether you want to or not."

I search his eyes and see it, hesitance, I notice how his hand brushes his jacket pocket, just enough to feel, just enough to check and before he can even think to move I've grabbed the syringe and pushed him off, leaving him staring at me in shock as I hold it away from him and scoff at the audacity.

"Tell me, did you specially request Howard make this as some sick poetic justice or was it just a coincidence?"

"Ada," he warns, holding a hand out, as if he could convince me to give it back. "I didn't know if it would be you walking into this room or something else."

"So it was for safety?" I ask him, seeing through the bullshit and he's lost for words as he struggles to defend himself. "Threatening me was your first mistake, and the second was thinking you can outsmart me when it comes to this shit."

"Ada-" he protests as I crush it in my hand, broken glass nicking my palm and there's blood mixed with the serum as I throw the remnants to the floor, trembling with a new sort of rage.

"This was your plan?" I can't help the betrayal I feel. "To give me no choice."

"Like you gave me one?" he argues, and the hurt, the anger in his voice is the same as the day I left him. "You have no right to be mad after what you did."

Now he can't forge a defence he goes for the attack, just as I do. "I have every right to be fucking furious at you right now for putting yourself literally in the shoes of a dead man." Yet he still doesn't see the issue. "You are Captain America's best friend, do you think no one recognised you!"

"Yeah will that's a risk I'm willing to take to bring you back," he says and in horror I realise that was his plan all along, to be recognised, to leave me no choice. 

"I can't go back," I grit out, terrified.

"Why?"

"My sister," I remind him and he looks at the portrait of Stalin on the wall and back to me. "I can't leave her."

"Then we'll bring her," he promises me. "Where is she?"

"I-" I swallow hard, the conditioning, the torture- all of it so I would never desert them again. "It isn't that simple, and you were sent here to kill me, what makes you think all will be forgiven?"

"We can clear your name, say you were acting as a double agent. If you give the government something they'll believe it. Peggy's got your back and so does the team." He steps towards me, forcing himself to put his anger aside and I see the man I fought beside in the field, if not the man I love, the Sergeant I trusted. "You know I've got your back."

But something in me, some physiological response in my brain tries to pull back from him, only to be trapped between him and the door "You need to go- go before they kill you-"

"No," he says, grabbing my hands and pinning them to the door to keep me in place. "I saw the tapes, I saw what they're doing to you, saw them torturing you." Tears threaten to spill, but he still doesn't understand. "Let me bring you home."

"I've killed too many people to go back to being a good guy," I tell him, voice weak. "The girl you came back for... she's a lost cause."

He looks at me, taking me in, almost as if I'm a stranger. "Maybe you're right, because the girl I loved wasn't a coward."

It's the look in his eyes that pains me and I blink at him, utterly taken aback. "Is that all you're going to say?"

"What do you want me to say?" he asks and fighting tears seems to be the hardest thing I've done since I left him.

"That you don't regret this," I breathe, trembling. "That the one person who believes I'm not a monster still believes I'm worth saving."

He looks at me in pure exasperation and takes my face in his hands, voice low "Why else would I be here?"

I open my mouth only for him to capture it with his, a rough kiss filled with pure desperation, just jarring enough I finally feel real and when he breaks away I breathe his name "James-"

It's then fists bang on the door and I gasp out as I feel it ricochet through my body and I look at him in pure horror, in absolute fear, but his eyes just plead with me. "Lina, please."

I look at him, at the man I love, knowing he's left me with no choice and I whisper "I'm sorry."

He recoils as I punch him in the face, his nose bleeding as I grab him and pull the gun he has concealed beneath his jacket to his head before I open the door, and half a dozen guards stand there with hands on their guns.

"He came armed," I tell them, his bloody nose enough for them to believe what was happening behind the door was a beating. "Now, will you move so I can take him to the general." They don't move and my voice becomes harsh, akin to my mothers. "If there is a problem I will gladly report to Stalin himself that members of his police are interfering with the Red Widow completing his orders."

With that they step aside, too afraid to dare risk Stalin's wrath or mine, and I lead Bucky down the hall, gun to his head. I can feel the hesitation in his step as I have to push him and grab his arm, silently letting my hand fall down to his hand and squeezing it tight, letting him know he's safe with me and he goes along with the ruse.

No one else dares question me as I bring him through the halls, aiming to make it to the bottom floor and take him out the back doors that we take men destined for the gulags through to avoid suspicion, knowing this is the most high risk mission I've ever undertaken. We make it down to the third floor, cautiously optimistic as we head for the second last flight of stairs only to be stopped by the person I least want to see.

She stops and stands there expectantly. "Daughter."

I can physically feel the double take Bucky does. "Mama."

She tilts her head "Sergeant Barnes, I don't believe my daughter has introduced me to her not so secret lover."

Shit.

"The General has ordered me to transport him," I lie, but she sees through it and seems disappointed.

"Traitor," she says, so heartlessly. "A traitorous fool in love with a man blind enough to think he could ever make you into anything other than a monster. Just like your father." It's then she digs the knife deep. "At least you won't have the misfortune of becoming pregnant as I did."

Bucky instinctively ducks out of the way as I fire and she stumbles backwards, bullet in the shoulder before I can even comprehend what I've done and all I see is red "Where is Katya?"

"Gone."

I fire another bullet, this time into her leg, trembling with rage and feel Bucky's hand on my arm. "We need to go."

"My sister isn't dead-"

"No, but she's gone," she answers, confirming my worst fears and catch our reflection in the glass of Stalin's portrait hanging on the wall to see three widows silently creeping up behind me and in a split second the hidden knife beneath my skirt cuts the widows throat behind me and her pistol is in my hand, the two widows behind her shot dead in an instant. I grab Bucky's wrist, pressing a pistol into his hand just as the NKVD round the corner behind my mother and I grab by the hair, twisting her into a headlock with a gun to her head to hold their fire as we step backwards towards the corner.

"Traitor," she breathes in Russian. "They will see what you are."

"You mean what you made me?" I grit out, throwing her into the wall the second she reaches for her own concealed blade, only just dodging the bullets as we run around the corner, him following my lead through the building and I ask "Where's Peggy!"

"No doubt better off than us," he answers as we run, chased by the NKVD and I can't argue with his assessment. "So that's your mom huh?"

"Do you see I am the way I am now?" I reply as I rush for the next corner only for him to quickly yank me back at the sound of bullets. "Shit."

"Shit," he agrees as we quickly realise we've been cornered and I grab him, pulling him inside one of the office rooms and slamming the door behind us, he pushes a heavy filing cabinet in front of it and we take just a second to gather our senses at the predicament we've found ourselves in.

"We're fucked," I breathe, pacing. "We're dead."

His eyes widen "This was your plan!"

"Like yours was any better!" I snap, trying to figure a way out of this. "Pretend to be a diplomat and pray no one recognises Captain America's best friend!"

"Sorry I couldn't exactly consult you on it!" he yells back over the sound of the police yelling in Russian outside the door. "The hell are they saying?"

"I don't know, take a guess!" I retort, marching over to the window and looking down at the drop. "I swear James Barnes if that doesn't kill you I will." It's then I catch an order in Russian to blow the door off it's hinges. "Shit- jump, now!"

The moment the explosives detonate we're throwing ourselves through the window, glass shattering around us but somehow we manage to hit the ground running not daring to look back as we make our way through the busy street below and I grab him, pulling him behind the corner of one of the buildings onto an empty back street, pushing him up against a wall and yanking his tie off him, pulling at his suit jacket.

"I know you are not doing that right now-" he begins and I slap his arm to shut him up.

"We need to blend in, running like fugitives won't get us to the airport alive," I reply, untying the strict bun my hair is in and messing it as well as his, dressed in typical office attire I shouldn't draw attention, but a rich looking man in a suit will. "I assume Steve's there."

"Private airfield, half a mile east of here," he answers. "How much of a headstart do we have before they go there."

"Absolutely none," I answer. "You got a transponder?" He nods and hands it to me as we begin walking along the backstreet with our heads down. "Steve, Peggy?"

"Ada," I hear Peggy answer, and hearing her voice brings unexpected tears to my eyes. "Thank god, I heard the gunshots, did you make it out?"

"We did, on route to the airfield, where are you?"

"Ahead of you," she answers. "Steve's got the plane ready, we'll be making a hasty exit."

Hand in hand we pick up our pace and blend in with the crowds walking down the streets, no doubt coming and going from getting their rations, with every step my stomach growing more sick, knowing our window is too small and with the transponder off I tell him "If the police make it there before us we tell them to leave."

He nods in quiet agreement, both of us willing to risk ourselves if it means getting Peggy and Steve out of there and it's at that moment the police cars race past us with sirens blaring and we look at each other in understanding before he pulls me behind a lamp post, holding me in an embrace and raises the transponder, hidden by our bodies.

"You have minutes at best before you're surrounded," I tell them. "We're still too far off to make it in time. Get out of there otherwise you'll be shot down the moment they get the order."

"Ada," I hear Peggy protest. "We aren't leaving you-"

"You've saved me," I tell her and look at the man I love. "You saved me okay, now let me do the rest. You and Steve get out of there before the police arrive, please."

We hear Steve arguing in the background, refusing to leave Bucky, but Peggy is too practical to risk their lives and I hear her say "Stay safe, and contact us when you're in a safe location."

The transponder is shut off and Bucky takes my hand, the two of us on our own and soon every widow they have will be searching for us.

"Come on," I say quietly, not just fighting for my life but his. "We need to disappear."

We walk through the city, in ruins from the german siege that battered it for so long, I was shocked the first time I saw the ruin of the eastern front with my own eyes, as Bucky is now.

"There's enough ruined buildings on the outskirts of the city we can take shelter in," I tell him and when he looks up to take in the city I pull on his arm. "No, the secret police are everywhere. Keep your head down and keep walking. If anyone stops us let me do the talking."

He can feel my hand trembling and brings it to his lips "We'll make it out of here okay? We'll make it home."

"Don't talk, don't let anyone hear you speak English," I say stiffly, wishing in our time together I'd taught him more than a few simple Russian phrases. He stays silent, rarely serious realising just how much danger we are in.

We walk along a street lined with cars and I keep my head low until I eye one with the windows down and guide him over to it, words not needing to be spoken as we get inside and he starts to hotwire it, having always been better at it than me. Quickly enough he gets it going and I get finally give myself room to breathe as he starts driving.

"You don't want to switch?" he asks me and I shake my head, having to give myself a moment to realise we can finally speak properly now.

"No, a woman driving will attract attention," I tell him, not taking any risks. He's never seen me this afraid, and it terrifies him.

"How did you escape before?" he asks me. "How did you get on the train to France?"

"We stowed away in military transport to Poland," I tell him. "From there we made our way through Germany onto civilian trains that were still active, moving german citizens into the occupied territory. At that point they didn't expect me to defect, I had the advantage of a head start, all we can hope for is to get to a safe location without being killed. This isn't Hydra Buck, they don't want to take us in to be their lab rats, this is the NKVD, they'll kill us on sight."

I've seen enough deaths to know what awaits us if we're caught. If they killed me I'd be lucky.

"You took those three agents like it was nothing," he says, not understanding the true horrors I've seen. "Whatever comes we can handle it."

"Those were three widows Buck, what I'm talking about is- the NKVD carried out the murders of forty thousand people in this city during the purge, and now they will be focused solely on finding us." I can't hold back the bite in my voice. "They scare me more than Hydra ever could. Hydra yeah, they might tie me up and shoot shit into my arm, but they haven't yet succeeded in carrying out a genocide. Why do you think when a widow infiltrated the base and ended up in your room with you I was so terrified? Why do you think I did what I did if it wasn't out of pure fucking fear?"

I never used to be this afraid, not until they brought me back here, Hydra might not have brainwashed me but the fear of Stalin was put into me.

"Well between gassing our entire unit and sticking a needle in my neck-"

"You can curse my name when we're safe," I scold and look in the review mirror only for my stomach to drop. "Change of plans, a widow's trailing us."

"Then where the hell are we going?" he asks as it sets in we can't hide, but we sure as hell can still run. 

"Take a left to the airfield."

"Peggy and Steve are gone-"

"Steve's not the only one who can fly a plane," I remind him, checking the chambers of my pistols and counting the bullets. "The police will be gone from there by now and searching the city, they won't expect us to double back. No matter what happens just keep driving."

He looks at me in alarm but knows in combat to trust my judgement and does as I tell him, but not without arguing. "You pick on my plan meanwhile yours is to just drive into an airfield and hope we don't get shot?"

It's then we see the police cars following. "You got a better one?" And so as we approach the barbwire fence surrounding the airfield I give him one order "Don't stop."

"Hold on then," he says and I reach for his hand as he changes gears and hold on tight as speeds up. "Just like Bonnie and Clyde, huh sweetheart?"

"You could say that," I breathe and close my eyes as he drives straight through the fence into the airfield and I pull out my pistol, aiming it out the window and firing on the guards as he swerves to avoid the gunshots that rain down on us and I yell "The IL-2!"

He drives for the Sturmovik attack plane, coming to a screeching stop and he yells over the gunshots "Cover me!"

And so I do, from behind the car I cover him as he gets in the gunners seat and drop to the ground as he fires on the soviet police. As they scurry for cover I run for the plane, climbing up into the pilots seat, hands shaking as I start up the plane, Bucky on the machine gun the only thing keeping us from getting shot dead as I get the plane moving down the airstrip and yell out "Whatever you do, don't stop, if you see anything shoot it down!"

In the front I can fly the plane, but in the back it's him in charge of the artillery, he's not an airman but he sure as hell knows how to use any weapon I put into his hands. He's there in half a suit and I'm in a blouse and office skirt, neither of us in anyway dressed for this, both of us utterly unprepared with maybe a dozen bullets between us, but we have to make it out of here.

"Come on!" I hear Bucky yelling and look back to see us being pursued by a dozen police vehicles and then my blood drains at what's behind them "They've got a fucking tank!"

"Hold on!" I yell and force the plane off the runway, flying far too low but I manage to pull it up before we hit anything and we're in the sky. "Keep your eye out, they'll try to shoot us down!"

Even over the wind I can hear him curse "This is why I didn't join the fucking airforce."

"First time for everything," I reply with the slightest smile as I bring us up to altitude and fly south west over the body of water towards Latvia. "Alright, once we're over the border we should be safe until we reach german territory since we're in a Russian plane, they won't be able to get the word out fast enough for the planes at the front to shoot us down."

Finally we allow ourselves a breath of relief and I can hear it in his voice, the exhilaration, the hope as he tells me "We're going home sweetheart."

"We're going home," I repeat in pure awe and we keep heading west and look at my radar, unable to find any threats as we enter the Polish airspace. "I'm going to head south to Austria to fly around the German airspace, it should be a safe rout since we took out the Hydra base."

"Alright, I'll keep an eye out."

The light disappears from the horizon as we fly towards Austria, and it's as we fly over the alps my radar starts malfunctioning, along with other mechanics. "Buck, somethings not right." We're on our last leg of fuel, just enough to reach Switzerland. "There's some type of electric interference."

"Can we fly around it?"

"We're in enemy territory, if we try to go around we'll run into trouble." But as we fly over one of the mountains I see it, a base that should not be there. "Shit, shit!" 

"What!" He sees it a moment after I do and I swerve violently, but it's too late as I hear him yelling "They've got us!"

The missile blows off the tail of the plane and we're thrown into violent freefall. I can hear him screaming at me but can't make out the words over the chaos and my life flashes before my eyes as we're losing altitude and with moments between life and death I unstrap myself, trying to throw open the roof and finding it stuck, pounding at it before shooting through the glass, unable to look back to see if he made it out before throwing myself from the cockpit into the dark night.

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My body lays there broken in agony with smoke filling my senses as I finally come to, and in the distance my eyes focus on the burning wreckage, and my will overpowers the absolute blinding pain as I force myself up onto my forearms and then to my feet, crying out at the weight on my ankle as I drag myself through the trees towards the fire.

"James!" I scream at the top of my lungs, tears streaming down my cheeks. "James!" My chest constricts and I clutch it, struggling for breath as I spin around, looking in all directions for the man I love and finding nothing. "Please." I don't know who I'm begging, but prayers of pure desperation leave my lips. "Please I can't-" I can't lose him like this, not when he was trying to save me. "Please."

Limping I make my way to the wreckage, finding nothing left but a burning fireball.

"No," I whisper as strength gives out and I fall to my knees. "No- please-no."

A scream of the purest agony is torn from my throat, the wail of a broken woman and I'm staring into the fire as I'm surrounded by Hydra soldiers. 

"Hands up, now!" they yell as my fingers reach for the knife strapped to my thigh, in a split second I've made the decision to bring the knife to my throat.

I'm not going alive.

But just as I draw blood I hear him yelling my name "Ada!"

He made it.

It's then I become hyperaware of the predicament we're suddenly in, and the moment I hear the guards give the order to find them I'm on my feet, with only a blade I take down the two soldiers closest to me and yell out into the cold wilderness "Run!"

As I bring down two more men with blades to their throats I hear one of the guards yelling into the coms "It's the Red Widow, we need backup, now!"

He's the next one to drop as they fire blindly into the darkness but miss as I slash the backs of their legs and finally get my hands on a machine gun, and they're dead.

"Ada."

I look up to see him standing there, clothes singed but alive. "James!"

He gapes at me in horror before he rushes forward, reaching for me and it's only then I realise how my white blouse is saturated with blood. "You're bleeding-"

I grab his hands, feeling how they shake so violently. "It's not mine," I assure him, bringing them to my face. "It's not mine."

He searches my eyes before believing me and kisses me hard, hands running over my body, checking me for wounds. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm standing," I answer, having not even taken a moment to assess the damage. "You?"

"Standing," he replies and looks around "We need to get out of here."

"They've called for backup and the transponder is burning along with the plane," I tell him, as he picks up a machine gun. "They know I'm here, but there's still a chance-"

"No," he immediately protests, leaving no room for argument. "I'm not leaving you."

And so I grip his hand tight. "Then we need to move, now."

Hand in hand we start running, making our way through the cold wilderness, putting as much space between those bodies and ourselves as we can, adrenaline being the only things keeping us going after freefalling from a burning plane until I'm limping, foot dragging behind me as I clutch his arm, finally crying out as I trip in the darkness and he picks me up off the ground.

"You are hurt," he says as I try to put weight on it, not willing to slow down.

"I can still walk," I promise him, holding onto his arm for stability, suddenly cursing as we step onto uneven ground and my ankle goes "Shit."

"I've got you," he says, slinging the gun over his shoulder so he can hold me up. "I've got you sweetheart."

Exasperated I ask "How am I in worse shape than you?"

"Looks like that serum worked after all," he answers and we hear it at the same time as helicopters with search lights appear over head, but it's the bark in the distance that has him asking "Are there wolves?"

"No, but Hydra would have search dogs, blood hounds," I answer fearfully and he grabs me without hesitation at the sound of boots running towards us, lifting me up into his arms bridal style we take off running, the searchlights above illuminating the wilderness only to find ourselves surrounding on all sides my hydra's soldiers.

Gunshots ring out and we go tumbling to the ground, crying out at the pain that shoots through my body and in the blinding light I see the blood in the snow. "James!"

He groans, blood spurting from the back of his leg, Hydra's bloodhounds snapping at us with their handlers being all that's keeping them from attacking us and I stare into the barrels of their rifles, shuffling backwards to reach for my machine gun only for them to fire a warning shot that barely misses my fingers, and I find myself staring into the eyes of the Red Skull himself.

"The Red Widow," he says and I look to Bucky, on the ground beside me, applying pressure to the gunshot in his leg, blood coating his hands as he tries to stop the bleeding. "And Sergeant Barnes. We meet again." My fingers reach for my blade only for him to pull his own pistol free, aiming it at Bucky's head. "Any sudden movements and the next bullet will be in his skull." 

Slowly I raise my hands, too afraid too speak as I look at Bucky beside me, slowly shaking his head, but it's the look in his eyes that gives me a silent order to not go quietly and I eye his gun, slung over his back. 

The Red Skull looks at me, kicking my machine gun out of my reach as he stands over me. "Tsk, now what to do with you?"

Out of the corner of my eye I see Bucky slowly moving and go to kick Red Skull's feet out from under him, moving with quick precision and the moment Bucky fires I'm reaching for my machine gun only to scream out shot in the back of the leg at close range and look up at Bucky as a pistols pressed to my head. 

"Drop the gun or she dies."

I watch tearfully as he slowly takes the gun and throws it aside before raising his hands, eyes on my blood that turns the snow red, both of us slowly bleeding out "Just let her go." 

"Just let her go?" he repeats back at him. "Alright."

The gun is removed from my head and I'm too terrified to move, expecting at any moment for another bullet to hit me and so does Bucky as he scrambles forward to pull me into his arms, his already bloody hand coming to cover the gunshot on my leg, cradling me in his arms as the Red Skull stands there with dozens of soldiers at his back, all with guns aimed on us. I look down at the red in a state of shock,wondering if this is it. Zola wants us alive, but Zola isn't here. 

"It's alright," Bucky murmurs in my ear and Red Skull turns back to his officers, speaking in german to them, no doubt trying to figure out what to do with us. "I've got you, we're going to be okay."

Yet he holds me tight as if it's the last time and I bury my face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in as I whisper "I love you, I'm so sorry I left you."

"Shh," he hushes, one hand on my wound and the other cradling my head. "I love you okay? I love you."

Is this how it ends? Us shot dead execution style in the middle of nowhere, our bodies never to be found. Bucky sure thinks so as he pulls my body to his, shielding it as much as he can as Red Skull turns back to us, brandishing a camera, the flash blinding. 

"This-" he begins proudly. "This is a sight for Captain America to see."

It's at that Bucky reaches for the machine gun, only to be met with a bullet in the chest and I scream out as his body seizes up before going limp in my arms. I'm crying, a hand pressed over the wound in his chest as I cradle him in my arms and look up at the Red Skull with tears of pure rage burning in my eyes as he orders "Take them to the lab, make sure the girl's alive for Zola."

"No-no," I fight, refusing to let go of him until I'm cracked across the face with a metal baton and hear him yelling my name as he's torn from me and I'm beaten until I'm on the ground, face in the snow watching him fight as my vision fades to nothingness.

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#5

The Kids Will Be Alright

Chapter 16

Single dad!Bucky, single mom!reader; Social Media AU

Summary: Bucky and Y/n have been friends for over ten years, since high school. Nothing has ever happened between them until one lonely night a few years ago. That one night left them with a little surprise. They agreed to raise their child together as friends. As their child gets older, as they get older, they’re faced with new challenges as co-parents, and possibly secret feelings (according to their friends).

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The Kids Will Be Alright

Chapter 15

Single dad!Bucky, single mom!reader; Social Media AU

Summary: Bucky and Y/n have been friends for over ten years, since high school. Nothing has ever happened between them until one lonely night a few years ago. That one night left them with a little surprise. They agreed to raise their child together as friends. As their child gets older, as they get older, they’re faced with new challenges as co-parents, and possibly secret feelings (according to their friends).

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The Kids Will Be Alright

Chapter 18

Single dad!Bucky, single mom!reader; Social Media AU

Summary: Bucky and Y/n have been friends for over ten years, since high school. Nothing has ever happened between them until one lonely night a few years ago. That one night left them with a little surprise. They agreed to raise their child together as friends. As their child gets older, as they get older, they’re faced with new challenges as co-parents, and possibly secret feelings (according to their friends).

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Speak Now *sequel to The Kids Will Be Alright*

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Single dad!Bucky, single mom!reader, Clark Kent x Reader; Hybrid Social Media AU

Summary: Bucky and Y/n are dealing with the aftermath of Y/n’s engagement to Clark. Everyone has mixed feelings about the engagement, seeing as it is too quick, but they’re all just trying to be supportive of her and Clark, that is everyone except Natasha. Natasha and Y/n are still not talking. Sam and Natasha are also having marriage issues, Sam not agreeing with the way Natasha handled everything, while Natasha wishes he’d just be on her side. Bucky is trying his hardest to push down his feelings for Y/n, but as time continues on he can’t help but feel sadness as he sees Clark and Y/n plan their wedding. He continues to suffer in silence, while Steve watches his best friend slowly deteriorate. Y/n is out of her mind stressed, debating whether to call this whole thing off, or just elope.

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Home Is Where the Heart Is

Harry Styles x Famous!Reader

[a/n: this is my submission to the @hes-writer angst fest. This is my first time ever doing anything like this. My prompt is “I want to come home to you.”//“But?” I hope you guys enjoy this! I worked my hardest on this and I really like how it came out. Also remember this is all fiction, no hate to any parties mentioned below.]

Plot: Harry is away from reader and their daughter. They haven’t heard from him in two weeks, the reader is trying her best to keep her daughter’s hopes alive, but it’s getting harder.

Word count: 5232

Warnings: angst, very angsty, mentions of abortion, infidelity

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Preserved Memories

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Bucky remembers some easier times - especially the moments he was able to spend with his first and only love in the 40′s.

Contains the Prompt where people who didn’t have a chance to be with their Soulmates get reborn - just to find them, and fall in love with their destinied one once again.

“And I regret nothing Not one step, not a single moment of it Even when it’s lost Even when it’s not enough for the two of us It still wasn’t for nothing Regret nothing of it Nothing of it” - Silbermond - Ich Bereue Nichts

Words: 6276, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Winter Soldier (Comics), Captain America - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Bucky, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, White Wolf - Character, James Buchanan Barnes, Y/n - Character, Original Female Character, Avengers Team, Tony Stark, Iron Man, Steve Rogers, Captain America - Character

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Additional Tags: 40's Bucky, Reincarnation, Fluff, Implications of smut, Song fic, Soulmate AU, Alternate Universe, NSFW, mentions of bucky being a former playboy thus trust issues

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To Adore You

Relationship | The Avengers x plus size fem reader

Words | 1,742 words

Warnings | discussion of insecurities + body image, fluff and lots of it, minor language

Notes | To add on to my comfort fics with Tony and Loki, I wanted to provide headcannons of all the avengers and how they’d react to such insecurities. But tbh, it could work for anyone, plus size or not. We’re all a little broken. <3

Notes Pt 2 | Should I add anybody??

Notes Pt 3 | Did I mention how much I cried while writing this?

Steve

Steve lived through the 40s. He’s seen many women during his time, and yet you are still the most enchanting. You’re everything he’s ever wanted, everything he’s ever dreamed of. He’d die in war for you, although you’d resurrect and kill him if he did.

“You’re my best girl,” he say, watching you stare at yourself in the mirror and picking away at your “problems”.

He’d take you out in dates, to go dancing, to the movies, or somewhere else, just to get the opportunity to look and feel your best. He knows how much a nice dress and makeup makes you feel like your best self. But when you get home and peel back all of the layers, you’re left feeling empty and plain. Steve would spend all night worshipping your body, holding you close and kissing all of your insecurities. “You’re my world dove, and you’re perfect.”

Some days he’d catch you talking bad about your size, how you’re too big, too fat, too everything. Steve would just wrap his arms around you, serving as a reminder of how tiny you are in comparison to him. “Our bodies were made for each other, as though we were carved straight from stone and made to fit like puzzle pieces.”

When you aren’t looking, he’d pulling out his tiny notebook and draw you, hoping you could see yourself the way others see you; how he sees you. We are all our own biggest critics, but the outside world can’t see these tiny blemishes you cry about. They can’t see the way your hair supposedly doesn’t fall the way it should.

Natasha

Nat never got to love her body as it naturally existed(just like Bucky), forced to be a government experiment and become a pon in a larger game she knew little of how to play. She just went along with it, being dragged by a locked collar. There was no freedom for her.

That is why she despises watching you break down, tearing apart your natural body in your free existence. “Baby, you’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, you know?” You mean everything to Nat, providing her with a comfort she craved many years for. She never thought she’d find someone to love, someone she could love the way she does you. Not even Steve is as special as you are.

“Angel,” she say, holding your face so there’s no room to look anywhere else but at her. “You know why I call you Angel? Because you saved me. You, yes you. With your body, the perfect one that gives you strength, wakes you up in the morning, the one that allows you to see me everyday, that one. She can’t bare to hear you talk shit about yourself, knowing how much she adores every part of you.

Nat might even threaten to fight you, knocking you out cold until you come to your senses. But sometimes, not even she can sway you. So she’d just listen. She’d hold you close to her, head against her chest so you can hear how much of an effect have on her. She’d whisper sweet nothings to you, and talk about every moment where looking at you had taken her breath away. Of course that’s every moment, she’d confess, but she’ll limit it to the first time you met and your first date at the least.

Bucky

For a long long time, Bucky had no control over his body. He knew what it was like to hate the skin you lived in, to wish every day that you were someone else. That’s why it tears him apart to see you cry about your body. It feels as though someone is setting fire to his lungs every time you talk badly about yourself.

“Doll, you’re the moon, you know that?”Every day the sun sets, encasing the planet in a seemingly eternal darkness. But then the moon comes, as bright as she is. She may look dull in comparison to the sun, but her light is just as critical. She is different, but no less important. She casts a ray on sparkling waters, her reflection bending in the turn of each wave. She changes, she grows, and yet the people rely on her and love her through every stage. She is the light amidst their darkness, same as you are for him.

“You’re my best girl,” he’d remind you. His only girl. He’d go through cyrofreeze again for you. He’d do anything and everything just to keep you smiling. He adores your smile, reminding him of the Wakanda sun in summer. He’d seen a thousand sunsets, yet there’s nothing like that one in particular.

When you’re upset, Bucky would hold you real close, steel blues staring deeply into your own. “Plum, you are everything to me. Okay? There’s not a bone in your body, a strand on your head, a mark in your skin that I don’t love. And If you hate it, I’ll adore it for you in the meantime. Got it?” You’d nod of course, and he’d kiss each of your tears away. He’d proceed to wipe his own tears because when you’re sad, he is too.

Peter

Peter is probably the most awkward human being on the planet, so feelings are definitely a sore spot for him. He’s always afraid of saying the wrong thing. His love language are acts of service and gift giving; what he can’t say, he can show.

Whenever you’re feeling less than perfect, which is what you are, Peter would make crowns out of your favorite flowers and put them in your hair. He talk to you about flowers and the golden ratio, the manifestation of perfect in nature. It exists without any influence or manipulation. They’re perfect, untouched and allowed to be bent but never broken. No matter what they look like, what color they are, whether the stem is long or short, they’re perfect. And he’d remind you ever day, if need be, how naturally occurring perfection is in all of its forms, the same as the two of you.

He’d created like sculptures and figurines made from his webs or Tony’s plethora of gadgets. He’d stay up all night, despite Aunt May’s tumultuous warnings to go to sleep, just so he could make your day. It’s the little things, just to see you smile.

He’d carry you when you’re feeling down, reminding you that you don’t have to be “dainty” to be carried bridal style like the queen you are. He’s not gonna drop you, don’t worry.

Sam

Sam is your personal hype man, always and forever your biggest cheerleader. That’s why he’d be upset to see you talk down on yourself.

“Have you seen you?,” he looks at you incredulously. He kiss his teeth, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the mirror. He’d go over each part of your body, kissing each and every so called “imperfection.” Your body is a temple, he’d remind you. It carries you to a from work, it helps you breath, it helps you dance as good as you do, it sings the most enchanting melodies, etc. So how and why could you not love it? And while you’re in the journey to adoring every party of you, he’ll take on the job until you see yourself the way he sees you.

Sam might even take you shopping, because a good outfit always lifts the spirits. He’s scream and cry like a fan girl every time you leave the dressing room, bragging to the other customers about how stunning you are. “Look at my baby guys! That’s my baby!” He’d embarrass you wholeheartedly, but you’d never forget who’s cheering you on from the sidelines in the last quarter.

Thor

Thor is a god, so he’s always around beautiful people. Despite the many beings he’s encountered, he’d argue without hesitation that you are “the most beautiful creature in all of the galaxies, my love.”

Thor would provide countless examples of gods and goddesses with all their imperfections, who were regarded as royalty. Their imperfections were perfect in others’ eyes, the same as you. He’d talk about Freyja, the goddess of love and the most gorgeous of them all. She too, was plus size.

He’d worship the ground you walk upon, talking until his throat is dry about how no mortal, alien, wizard, or other could hold a candle to your beauty. And not only are you beautiful to look at, your soul is kind. Who you are beneath your skin is the woman he fell in love with, the person he would cross galaxies for and experience Ragnarok 10x over to see again.

He’d probably call you an idiot, yelling about your “audacity to insult the woman I love!” He’d be heartbroken honestly, seeing how torn up you are and hating everything he couldn’t get enough of. He’d come up with the dumbest ideas to cheer you up, many of them involving making a complete and utter fool of himself. But he knows a hearty laugh does the soul good.

Bruce

Bruce is…difficult. He’a such an intelligent man, but so profoundly stupid. He likely wouldn’t even realize at first what you’re upset for. But once he does, he’d drop everything for you, nearly burning his arm off in his lab by spilling a strange chemical on his way over.

As hulk, Bruce had never felt more unlike himself. He spent years battling his own body, hiding away what he thought were the ugliest parts of himself. Even though hulk is cool, strong, and important, Bruce couldn’t live existing that way. And he practically broke apart in trying to accept that element of his life.

He knows your insecurities aren’t just going to magically go away because he doesn’t see them, the same as everyone else. But, he’s willing to hold your hand and guide you in a direction to see yourself through his eyes. He probably could if we’re honest, with the right tech and formulas.

But for now, he’ll settle on talking to you. He’ll sit quietly, rubbing your back and kissing your face while you talk about everything that’s “wrong” with you. Then, he’ll tell you everything he loves about you. From your smile, to the way your nose crinkles when you shiver, to the way your lip pouts when you’re upset(which he finds hilarious and cute), he loves all of it. Every single part of you, even the green and “ugly.”

338 notes • Posted 2021-07-02 03:35:02 GMT

#4

It's Not Gonna Fit

Summary | Like always, you chose fashion over practicality. On your way to a party, Loki stops you in your tracks, realizing your halfway to a human popsicle. He offers you his sweater, but that couldn’t be farther from what you want right now.

Relationship | Loki x plus size reader

Word Count | 1,077 words

Warnings | soft Loki, fluff, conversation about body image and insecurities

Notes | I saw a TikTok about this subject and related to it a lot. So I thought I’d write something about it. Remember you are all beautiful gems, at any size. <3

The cold wind blows past us, the burn of icicles moving through my thin clothes like holes in swiss cheese. Teeth chattering, i hug my cardigan tighter, desperate for some kind of warmth. I try to keep it together, knowing how worried Loki can become about me. But unfortunately, the way my body shivers doesn't go unnoticed. Loki stops in his tracks, worry etched onto his features.

Fuck.

"Are you cold?" My body becomes rigid at his words, knowing the exact kind of trouble I’m about to be in.

"No, let's keep walking. I'm fine."

I barely make it two steps before Loki’s pulling me back towards him. Face to face, cyan eyes flicker back and forth over my features, almost like he’s psychoanalyzing me. His judgmental gaze makes me cower in fear.

“C’mon. We’re going back to car.” Loki grabs my hand and pulls me along, giving no opportunity to process. I need to think of something, fast.

“Loki I promise, I’m fine. It’s really nothing, just a strong wind.”

Loki stops abruptly in the middle of the icy parking lot, causing me to nearly fall into him. He turns around to face me, eyes blazing with anger and stance rigid. Oh he’s mad.

“Look around y/n! It’s like -5 °C(23 °F) and the roads look like something straight out of Jotunheim. And don’t tell me you’re fine, that’s bullshit! Darling, you were shaking like a leaf!” I don’t respond, knowing how right he is.

Satisfied with my lack of argument, he sighs in delight, blowing out a puff of white breath amidst the freezing air. He grabs my hand again, resuming our journey back to his car.

“Why are we going back anyways?”

“To get you a bloody sweater so my girlfriend doesn’t freeze half to death. That alright with you?”

My blood runs cold at his mention of a sweater, kicking my desperation into overdrive. I begin to tug my arm from his grasp, hoping he’ll get annoyed enough to stop and turn around. But he only holds onto me tighter.

“Why are you being so bratty anyways? Do you want to freeze? Is that what you desire?”

I mumble just under my breath, “it’s not gonna fit.”

It’s just low enough that it’s barely comprehensible. But, he stops dead in his tracks at my response. Of course he heard me, he’s a fucking god. He probably has supersonic hearing or something.

“What did you just say?” He turns around, giving me a look as though I just stabbed him in the heart.

“Nothing. I said nothing.”

“No love, I heard what you said. I just wanna know if you’re willing to repeat it.”

“Loki, never mind. Don’t worry about it, let’s just go. We’re already late as is.”

“I don’t give a shit if we’re late, what are you on about?,” he spits.

I stand there, silent and slightly embarrassed.

“What do you mean it’s not gonna fit?”

I give him a look. There’s no way he’s this stupid. I’ve seen him learn and explain quantum physics in a single afternoon.

“Loki, don’t be stupid. You know what I mean.” I make another attempt to turn around, but he stops me all the same.

“No, I don’t.” Tears begin to prickle in my eyes, frustrated and annoyed with my boyfriend.

“Loki. Are you fucking kidding me? Are you blind?—” I motion between our bodies, before continuing my assault.“—We literally walk around together like the fucking number 10, and you have the audacity to ask why I’m worried about your sweatshirt fitting?”

Loki seems taken aback my words, stepping back a little as though our close distance is too much. Does he really not know? Or does he just pretend not to notice? Either way, that hurts.

“Will you just humor me for two seconds?”

“And why would I do that? I know it’s not gonna fit.”

“You’re stubborn you know that? Extremely, painfully stubborn.”

“You knew that when you met me. So what? That doesn’t change how I’m not trying on the sweater. Now will you please let us go? I’m sure Thor, Jane, Nat, and Steve are dying to know where we are.”

I watch as my boyfriend’s fists bunch at his sides, desperate to find some calm.

“Darling,” he begins by raising his voice at me, “will you just try the bloody sweater on? For me?” He’s clearly not giving this up. By the end, he’s speaking just barely above a whisper.

“If I try on the sweater, will you shut up and let us leave? So that maybe, I can begin our night of drinking and nachos sooner rather than later?”

He steps to the side, motioning towards to open trunk of the car. I don’t know why he keeps pushing this. It’s not like I don’t know my own body, or what fits me. Never that. I pull the black sweatshirt with gold lettering out from the back, unfolding it. Odinson. Loki took his adopted father’s surname after he passed almost two years ago. I bought him this sweater to commemorate it.

Huffing in annoyance, I gather my hair up and pull the fabric over my head and down my body. Turning to Loki, I give him a pissed off look while he watches me with an annoying smile.

“See, I told you it wouldn’t fit. Can we go now?”

“Doll, are you not seeing what I’m seeing?”

“What?” He takes his pointer finger, motioning down my body. I follow his lead, seeing something I never thought would happen. I gasp and tears begin to well in my eyes, but I choke them down. I don’t care if my mascara is waterproof, I’m not crying.

“It…it fits.” I’m in disbelief. This has never happened before.

Loki saunters over to me, incasing my body in his arms and resting his chin atop my head. His warmth cradles me, filling my body with heat and comfort. I’m engulfed in his scent : sandalwood, the slight smell of citrus, hints of leather, and lavender. It feels like home.

“Darling, I’m 6’4. I’m a giant. Don’t ever, ever doubt if something I own can fit you. You’re beautiful, in every size and shape. And I would do anything to make sure you’re reminded of that. Now come on, let’s go get wasted.”

He kisses the top of my head, before incasing my hand in his, stringing me back towards the building and party ahead.

443 notes • Posted 2021-06-29 20:48:43 GMT

#3

Quiet, Midgardian

Summary | You ruined Loki’s plans, spurring a very angry and chaotic night.

Relationship | angry dom!loki x sub! Fem reader

Warnings | 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI bondage, dom/sub relationship, ruining kink, degrading kink, humiliation kink, orgasm denial, edging, breeding kink, sadomasochism, rough sex, dacryphilia, pet names, voyeurism, overstimulation, aftercare, soft ending

Words | 2,268 words

The minute you said those words, you knew it was a mistake. It was heat of the moment, everyone laughing and having fun. It slipped past your lips without a second thought. You didn’t mean to ruin everything. But when Loki stiffened beside you and walked away, you realized your colossal error.

He avoided you the entire night, seething from a distance. He always knew where you were, as per usual, keeping a watchful eye for any sign of trouble. But this time, the trouble was you. Every time you caught sight of them, you tried to make your way over. But in the blink of an eye, they were gone again. Eventually everyone begin to retire for the night, giving you opportunity to talk to your partner.

The two of you made eye contact from opposite ends of the ballroom. He looked really good tonight, you forgot to mention. An all black suit with his mesmerizing curls styles, he looked so godly. If he wasn’t so angry right now, you’d beg him to fuck you in suit. Another time I guess, you thought to yourself.

Loki just turned around, making his way towards the exit. You followed of course, not wanting to be left behind. He moves quite fast, his 6’4 stature being extremely advantageous in this moment. You struggled to keep up in your stiletto heels and gown, but persevered nonetheless.

“Loki, please talk to me.”

Silence.

“Loki, baby please.”

Nothing.

“I’m so so sorry. You know I didn’t mean—”

Loki’s hand flies up, ordering your silence. He stops in his tracks, turning around to face you. His baby blues burn with anger and frustration, eyes glassy with pain. How you wish so badly to take it away. You hated seeing them upset, especially when it was at your hand. It killed you inside.

“Don’t,” they spat. They continued walking towards their chambers, not bothering to check if you were following.

The two of you reached your shared room and Loki surprisingly let you go in first. Even in anger he manages to remain somewhat gentlemanly. Walking in behind you, the door slammed hard enough for the screws to rattle, causing you to jump in surprise.

“Sit.”

Silent and obediently, you sat on the bed and watched as they pace back and forth. The alternating click of Loki’s heeled boots and stilettos as they flickered back and forth was something you’re not sure you’d ever get used to. Loki’s mind scrambled when enraged, causing him to lose a firm grasp on their human forms.

“Do you have any idea what you just did!?” You stayed quiet, letting him scream at you. Yelling calms the mind and heart.

“I..I trusted you!”

“I know and I’m sor—” your words were cut off by a dagger flying past your head, thrown from Loki’s perfectly manicured hand. Your breath caught in your throat, surprised by the action.

“Quiet, Midgardian!”

“Yes, my queen.”

Loki continued pacing back and forth, the train of her dress twisting and ruffling with every step. She looked divine, the gold material sparkling like the sun. If only they weren’t so upset, you’d worship them right now. It was at moments like this they they reminded you most of Hela, the wrath of the Odinson children shining through. But you don’t think they’ve ever been this angry before.

Loki stalked over to the large throne in the room, a place she sits when needing to think. You watched, waiting for them to say or do anything. Her hand made a come hither motion, commanding your presence. You scurried over, careful not to make her wait.

“Bend over.”

“Yes, my queen.”

You watched in the mirror and Loki caressed your ass. Even when pissed off, they couldn’t help themself.

“Count.” Oh fucking hell.

Smack. The harsh sting of her hand, combined with stiletto nails and rings, burned like a furnace.

“One.”

“Louder, pet.”

“One,” you spoke, louder this time.

“Good girl.”

Smack. This one had greater force, pushing your body forward a bit.

“Two.”

Smack. As much as it hurt, the sight of Loki enjoying this made you wet. It was a good pain, and they knew that.

“Three.” Loki puts you under a false sense of pretenses, rubbing your burning cheek with care.

Smack. Your thighs pressed together and a stray moan left your lips.

“Here you are, being such a dirty whore that punishment makes you hot and bothered,” they spit.

Loki rubbed her fingers between your folds, rubbing it all over your clit. You watched as she put her fingers in her mouth, moaning at your taste.

“Tastes like a whore to me.” You tried to fight off the grin, knowing it could make them more upset with you.

Loki delivers seven more hits to your ass, each harder than the last. Your core burned with need, the punishment having the opposite effect. Loki pulled you by your hair, bringing you to a chair that stat before the throne. Chains wrapped around your wrist at the flick of their hand, strapping you to the chair. Then, a small toy latched itself to your core. Loki smirked, eyes glimmering with mischief as she returned to her seat. You could see everything, riling you up with a hopeless desire to touch.

You watched with jealousy, trying desperately to free yourself from the confines. Deep down, you knew that escaping would have dire consequences. But it’s not like they could do anything worse than right now.

Loki sat on their throne, completely naked and opening their legs for you to watch. Your mouth watered at the sight of their glistening folds, desperate for a taste. Loki caught sight of your freshly wet lips, and kissed her teeth.

“Aw. Do you wanna taste me, pet?” You nodded eagerly and she shook her head.

“Well that’s too bad, isn’t it? Should’ve thought about that before you embarrassed me earlier.”

You pouted, upset with yourself. It was at this moment that the toy turned on, controlled my Loki’s mind. You moaned with pleasure, watching with delight as Loki slipped a finger inside of her pussy. This doesn’t seem too bad.

But that pleasure soon turned to agony as Loki stopped the toy over and over again, edging you to the brink of orgasm and then slowing down. Not only were you overstimulated as the pressure increased each time, you were boiling with jealousy. Across the room, you watched with pained, teary eyes as Loki brought themselves to orgasm multiple times. You were jealous of her fingers as they rubbed her throbbing clit and of his hands as they glided over his hard, pulsing cock.

You just wanted a taste. Just one. But Loki wouldn’t dare to extend such mercy.

“Feeling sorry kitten?” You screamed a some thousand affirmations, desperate for his mercy. The rage you felt watching his hand glide over his sensitive head and the moans that erupted from his lips was unbearable. But it was more so to look away. As much as it killed you, you couldn’t bare to not watch.

Finally Loki stopped the toy, setting it down on the nightstand behind. You moan as their hand brushed your clit, aching for their touch even if it wasn’t sensual.

“You are a needy little whore. Huh pet?”

“Yes my lord.”

Loki undid the restraints, allowing you to finally have your freedom. Your wrists and ankles burned , but all you could focus on was Loki’s erect cock as he circled you. Eventually he stopped, the two of you standing face to face.

“Well, then kneel for your prince.” You rushed to the floor, hoping and praying for what you thought this would be. You stared up with doe eyes, pleading like a lost puppy. Staring at the angry red tip of his erect member, you got lost in a trance. Especially considering how clearly upset Loki was with you, you wanted for nothing beyond giving them pleasure. As long as they would let you. Your hand reached for it, but was quickly slapped away.

“No. You don’t get to touch. Hands on your thighs, darling.” You did as you were told, waiting for what Loki would do next.

“Open.” Loki lined himself up with your mouth, holding your head in place by wrapping a strong grip around your hair.

Loki started slow, allowing your jaw to adjust for a moment. But that moment was short as he slipped himself farther in and down you throat. He fucked your face, each thrust strong and with glorious purpose. Tears began to fall from your eyes and you gagged around his cock. He looked down at you with a smile, watching the mess he was making of you. Then he paused, testing your limits. You tapped on his thigh when you’d had enough and he released, a string of spit following.

“Bunny, you look so pretty like that. Tears and mascara running,” he said, marveling at his work. You wiped your mouth of all the spit, tired of the feeling on your face. Loki grabbed you by your neck, bringing your lips to his. Despite all of the time that had passed, you could still feel the heat radiating off their body. Their lips moved hungrily, desperate for you. You could barely keep up, too lost in the feeling of their hands on your body. Eventually he came up for air, staring into your soul.

“On the bed, now. On your back.”

You did as you were told, walking backwards until your legs hit the bed as you fell. All the while you maintained eye contact, watching as Loki stroked himself and crawled between your open legs. You licked your lips, excited to finally get what you’ve been craving for.

“You want my cock, princess?”

“So, so badly my king.” You moan as Loki ground himself between your lips, not giving you the grace of filling you up yet. You watched as excitement and mischief glimmered in his irises and basked in the desperate moans that left his lips.

Eventually, Loki had enough of his teasing. He slipped his cock in you, stretching you in the best way possible. Your moans synched together as he thrust in you, slow but forceful. You grabbed at his shoulder, pulling him closer. A pillow magically appeared under your lower back as Loki picked up the pace, hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“Fuck, Loki. Faster, please.” He smirked, fulfilling your command. Loki’s thrusts became so forceful that the headboard hit the wall with each one. He felt so good, knocking your breath with every slam. His large hand pressed on your stomach, feeling himself in your stomach and laughing lightly.

He rubbed circles into your clit, making you moan louder with pleasure. It was starting to become unbearable, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours, my king,” you responded just barely. The pleasure you were experiencing made it hard to speak.

“You’re gonna cum for your king, yeah? Can you do that for me pet?”

“Yes, my king.” Loki rubbed your clit faster, willing you to come undone. He slammed harder into you, and you were started to hear ringing in your eyes.

“Cum for me darling. Cum for your king.” You legs shook as your orgasm washed over you, Loki continuing to rub your clit as the wind was knocked out of your lungs.

“You want your king to cum in you? Is that what you want, slut? For me to fill your cunt with my seed?” You nodded desperately, loving how badly he wanted to fill you.

His thrusts began to lose their rhythm as Loki neared their orgasm. You felt their cock twitch in you as they came, pumping hot, warm, spurts of their seed inside you. The two of you stayed like that warm a moment, pausing to catch your breath. Eventually he pulled out, making you feel empty almost immediately. You felt the bed dip and fatigue began to take over your body, pulling you into a deep sleep.

Just as you were about to fall victim to the darkness, you felt something warm and wet over you skin. It brushed over your sensitive core, jolting you awake.

“Sorry darling.”

Loki stood over you, wiping you clean with a damp towel. You smiled, admiring how gentle he could be. He grabbed your hands, pulling you up and into his arms. He carried you bridal style into your shared bathroom and you gasp. Candles were lit all over, casting a low warm light. The room smelled like apples and cinnamon, your favorite scent. Loki’s feet padded over to the large bathtub, dropping you gently inside and getting in behind you. The warm water soothed your aching muscles. Their warm breath tickled over your hot skin as their lips peppered butterfly kisses along your neck and jaw.

“I’m sorry I was so rash, my love. You know that adore you, right?” He whispered gently, as though speaking any louder was a dangerous idea.

“Of course I do. But you had every right to be upset. I hurt you.” He chuckled lightly as your respond and you could feel him smile in your skin.

“That you did, but I still shouldn’t have yelled. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.” Loki wrapped his arms around your form and the two on you stayed in each arms, listening to the soft music in the background. He cleaned your body, wiping away any harm believes he might have caused you.

“You’re more than a Midgardian, dove. You’re my queen.”

562 notes • Posted 2021-07-03 21:07:52 GMT

#2

Kitchen Countertops

Summary | Bucky Barnes. The Red Henley. Sinful thoughts. That is all.

Relationship | roommate!Bucky x woc!reader (there’s something…so decadent about roommates au)

Warnings | NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI, daddy kink, dom/sub relationship, breaking established relationship boundaries, mutual pining, language, breeding kink, lowkey pregnancy kink, overstimulation, nicknames, oral sex (fem receiving) sadomasochism, heavy flirting, aftercare

Words | idk yet, we’ll get back to that

Notes | let’s ignore the fact that this has been in my drafts for like 6 weeks…along with other things that will be coming soon 👀. I’ll probably edit this again, so if you see any changes from the first time, just know. Nothing major tho.

You weren’t exactly un-used to Bucky leaving for extended periods of time. Sam, Steve, and he were very busy guys, you know saving the world and everything. You had no idea what this trip was about, all you knew was that it was urgent enough for Bucky to leave mid-meal. And he never stops eating for anyone.

You have to admit, much to your dismay, that the apartment was considerably lonely without him. As much as he annoyed you everyday with his loud chewing, obnoxious laugh, and so much more, you kind of missed him. Some time earlier in the day you passed by his room and just stood there. No reason in particular, you just wanted to take a look. The man was a neat freak, everything having its own place and every surface spotless. You guessed it was the military man in him.

~~~

You didn’t hear him come in, too caught up in your own world to notice the loud slam of the door and the dropping of bags. But he noticed you. Standing in the kitchen with your back turned, swaying your hips with no abandon. It’s not like you knew there were eyes on you, and that somehow made it better. Although majority of your body was obstructed by the marble-top island, Bucky recognized that red Henley anywhere. His red Henley.

“Fuck”, he whispered under his breath. The jeans he wore began to grow tighter by the second and his hands began to feel quite shaky. The two of you were friends. This was wrong. So wrong.

You turned around to get something from the fridge, squealing in surprise from the large figure at your door.

“Jesus fucking Christ Buck! Are you trying to kill me?” He smiled awkwardly, running a hand through his shoulder length hair. You loved his hair like that, it suited him perfectly. You wish that he’d never dream of cutting it.

“Sorry dollface. My bad.” It suddenly occurred to you what day it was.

“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be back for 3 more days.”

“Well plans change. We figured it out quicker than we thought.”

“Oh, ok. Good to know.” Bucky looked at you in a way that made fear swirl in your abdomen, suddenly hyperaware of your existence. Is there something on my face? You look down at your body and everything clicked into place. Your face began to heat of like a furnace, your throat becoming drier by the second. Uh oh.

You avoided eye contact, trying to finish what you were doing in order to make a much needed escape.

“Nice shirt peach.”

“Oh this? Thanks.” You responded quickly, trying to act nonchalant. You grabbed your mug, attempting a quick escape for the door. You were too slow though. Bucky’s large figure blocked the exit, keeping you trapped. Your eyes made contact with the dog tags on his chest, focusing on the words to avoid making conversation. It was moments like this that you properly noticed how large your roommate was. You weren’t exactly small, but everyone looked tiny compared to his large bulky 6’4 stature.

“Bucky, can you move out the way please?,” you said to his chest. He chuckled. The idiot chuckled.

“My eyes are up here sweets.” He was taunting you, reveling in the way you shrunk under his gaze. Begrudgingly, you lifted your eyes to his crystal blues.

“Bucky.”

“Yes plum?”

“Can you move so I can pass please?”

His large body stepped a bit to the side, but not enough for your figure to pass without touching him. He was evil, but two can play at this forbidden game. You passed through the door a tad slower than normal, your ass pressing against his crotch as you made your way through. Then as though nothing happened, you walked nonchalantly towards your room.

**

About 2-3 hours had passed before you got the opportunity to leave your room. You spent the entire time listening to Bucky’s movements, waiting for the moment he retired for the night. You were tired to be honest, the warmth of the shower you just took lulling you to sleep. Just when you nearly dozed off, you noticed the sound of Bucky’s shower. Now was your time.

It wasn’t easy to keep track of Bucky’s movements. Although he wasn’t officially the Winter Soldier anymore, the training was still embedded deep into his veins. Listening for his footsteps had proved to be more difficult than actual rocket science.

As the night approached witching hours, you slipped past the threshold of your bedroom in search of something to curb your hunger(as well as something to distract you from inappropriate thoughts about your roommate).

Fucking your roommate is probably one of the worst idea one can have. It’s not that you didn’t find him attractive, quite the opposite actually. You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. But you had something to prove. It felt like just yesterday when Steve introduced you to him, the quiet giant immediately catching your eye as you sauntered into the Avengers Compound. You also remember the look Natasha and Wanda gave you behind his back as your fingers grazed his in a handshake.

“If you don’t fuck him, I will,” Nat declared across the kitchen counter.

You scoffed in disbelief at your best friend’s words. Of course she would suggest that.

“I would too if I’m honest.”

“Wanda! You have a boyfriend!” Nat cackled as you yelled at Wanda, enjoying your discomfort.

“So? It’s not the most major obstacle…”

You stared at Wan as thought she was sporting seven heads.

“Alright, alright. It is an obstacle. But if it wasn’t…”.

“Oh come on! Babes you’re telling me you wouldn’t fuck a super soldier if given the chance?” Nat questioned.

“Nat, just tell Steve already so you can get the opportunity. We all know he’s starving for you.”

“Actually Wan, I can’t. A certain Carter woman has his attention.”

“The dead one or the blond one?”

“Honestly I’m inclined to say both.”

“So steal it back? Duh.”

“We’ll see. Anyways, back to you fucking the life out of Sergeant Barnes.”

“I’m will not!”

You honestly might.

The chance was low, but not zero. Light as a feather, you tip toed into the kitchen in search of something to eat. With a super soldier for a roommate, you had to make as little sound as humanly possible. The man heard everything and you hate it. You very slowly grabbed a bagel from the bag, turning around in search of the Nutella hidden in the cabinets.

“You know being quiet doesn’t stop me from hearing you.”

You yelled in surprise, dropping the knife and nearly cutting off your foot. You stomped, frustrated and shaking slightly.

“One of these days I’m gonna have an actual heart attack and it’s gonna be your fault when I croak.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked with a sly grin, inching closer. You ignored the butterflies in your stomach and the way your heart beat erratically in your chest.

“Yes.”

“Anything you’d like to do before your death? Or anyone?” Bucky’s breath danced on the top of your ear as he whispered the last part, sending a shiver up your spine.

He was close enough that you felt the heat radiate off his body. The cologne he wore engulfed your senses so all that you could smell was him. It was distracting.

“Peach?”. Bucky moved closer towards you, just a sliver of space between your bodies.

“Hm?”. You answered, but lacked any attention towards the topic at hand. His warm lips brushed against your ear and a moan nearly slipped before you came to your senses.

This is so inappropriate.

With a clear head, you escape Bucky’s arms and walk around the island to put some distance between you. You watch as his back muscles flex with each movement, your mouth watering. No, he’s your fucking roommate dumbass. We do not fuck our roommate!

“You know doll, it’s not nice to tease…” His crystal blue eyes taunt you, staring at your body with what could only be described as pure lust. It was agonizing.

“Oh yeah? Then what would you call that little stunt just now?” You lean over the table, your voice taking on a mocking tone towards the end.

“Testing the waters.” Bucky matches your position and you can’t help but notice something that makes your face warm. His hips are the exact same height as the countertop. Fuck me…

“Sweets, it’s not nice to stare.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Oh but you were.” Bucky slowly makes his way around the corner towards you, and you plan your escape. You run, only for him to grab your waist and pull you back into the kitchen.

“You know most people wouldn’t attempt a failed plan twice right?” You began to feel slightly suffocated by Bucky’s close proximity, intoxicated by his presence.

“Yeah, well I’m not most people Barnes.” Bucky smiled down at you trapped between his arms.

“No. No you are not.” It sounded like he was saying it more to himself than to you.

The two of you maintained eye contact, neither uttering a word. It’s like you were attempting to communicate entire essays about your feelings without actually saying a thing. You put your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him towards you and making the first move.

His lips were pillow soft, even better than you’d imagined. He took his time at first, not wanting to rush anything. But then it took a rapid turn. His gentleness became increasingly desperate as he nipped at your lips, soothing the burn with his tongue. You giggled, surprised by how needy the man could be. There was not a sliver of space between you, his erection pressed deeply against your stomach. Without warning, he stepped back, pausing the kiss.

“Be a good girl and bend over yeah?”

Bucky doesn’t give you much time to process, grabbing you by the neck and pushing your cheek against the cold marble counter. He pushes your hips up so that they’re taut against the table, your feet dangling a bit in the air.

“Peach you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to have you ass up and face down for me. You look so pretty like this.” His large hands palm your ass, not before smacking your cheeks and watching them jiggle.

You hear the jingling of his belt as he unbuckles it and the sounds of his jeans as they drop to the floor. You feel the length of him as he glided his tip between the wetness of your lips and you struggle to contain yourself.

“Don’t tease me Barnes. I need you.

He ignores your pleas, brushing two fingers against your sensitivity. He pops them in his mouth, making obscene sounds as he sucks off your taste.

“Fuck. Baby you taste so good.”

“Bucky.” You didn’t even care how pathetic you sounded right now.

“Yes princess?” His voice taunted you, pretending like he didn’t know what you were asking.

“You know what I want.”

“Actually…I don’t. Use your words baby, and don’t forget to say please.” He just barely pushed the tip in, stretching you out slightly but not enough to provide relief. It was as torturous for him as it was for you, but your roommate was unwilling to give up watching you beg.

“Fuck me. Please.” At your word, he sank balls deep into you, knocking the air from your lungs.

Without much thought, you reached a hand out to push his hips back.

“Am I too big princess?” You could hear the sickening smile on his face.

“Mhmm.”

“I think you can take it baby. You’re a big girl.”

Bucky pressed one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your hip, thrusting into you at a rough steady pace. He would enter slowly but fill you to the brim, each thrust making your hips hit the countertop a bit. Eventually the pain turned to pleasure and it was overwhelming. He was good at this, really good.

“You look so pretty baby. You liked being fucked like the slut you are in my Henley?”

You barely managed to respond with a yes, too distracted by the pleasure he was giving you.

“Yes what?”

“Fuck. Yes daddy.” The cold surface of the countertop was a good contrast to how the lust burned deep in your core, setting your body aflame.

“That’s right.”

He lifted his hand from your neck, setting it on the other side of your hips for leverage. Then, all mercy went out the window. It seemed that Sam’s joke was right. Bucky doesn’t make love, he fucks. He leaned over your body, whispering obscene things in your ear as he fucked you senseless. Every whimper, every moan that escaped his lips reverberated through your body. His wet fingers that rubbed circles into your clit had you seeing stars.

“Bucky I’m gonna—”. You choked on your words when he hit a particular spot.

“You’re gonna cum for me pretty girl? Cum all over your daddy’s cock, yeah?”

“Yes. Fuck yes,” you stuttered.

As if it were even possible, his thrusts got rougher and faster, encouraging you to reach your orgasm. Bucky knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with the way your cunt was gripping him mercilessly.

“God fuck, I wanna cum in you so bad. You’d like that plum? For daddy to come in your pretty pussy and make you a mommy?”

You could only conjure moans and nodding as a response. Your legs began to shake and your eyes rolled back as you reached your orgasm.

“So you are a dirty slut? Letting your roommate breed you like a whore? Fuck, you are so good to me.” His voice grew hoarse at the last few words, whimpering in pleasure.

Bucky’s nails dug into the flesh of your hips, creating crescent moons for you to see again tomorrow. His thrusts slowed as he spilled his seed, pumping thick ropes that painted your walls.

Your body lay limp on the counter, tired from being used as a cock sleeve. You felt warm kisses bring peppered up your back and across your shoulders. His lips kissed along your neck, stopping by your ear.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up plum. Think you can stand?”

You murmured a soft no and Bucky chuckled at your weak state. Slowly, he slipped out of you and you felt his cum begin to drip down your leg. A burning, albeit considerably gentle, tongue wiped across your swollen lips and you hissed. A curse fell from Bucky’s mouth, apologizing profusely.

“Sorry gorgeous. It’s just your pussy looks so pretty covered in my cum. Just needed a quick taste.” You throbbed at his obscenity and accidentally moaned.

“Did you—did you enjoy that peach? You naughty bitch.” His voiced teased you, shocked by your forwardness.

“Yes daddy.”

Bucky grabbed your torso, helping you sit up on the edge of the counter. You watched as he sank down to his knees, hands holding your legs open. Maintaining eye contact, his warm tongue licked a stripe up your entrance. God he was trying to kill you. He pulled your thighs, removing any and all space between his mouth and your cunt.

You don’t if the man was speaking in tongues or something, but you couldn’t have cared less. The way he sucked on your clit like a lollipop and licked had your legs seizing and lungs barely operating. You pulled hard at his strands, needing something to hold you steady.

It was apparent that Bucky liked the pain because he moaned on contact. The sounds he was making in enjoyment sent vibrations through your body and had you cumming instantaneously. Your legs were shaking, locked around his head as you moaning his name along with a string of curses. Still he didn’t let up, despite the way you cried about how sensitive you were. Not until he was satisfied and finally let go.

He smiled cheekily, ignoring your stern face.

“What? A starving man’s gotta eat.” You laughed at his stupidity, shaking your head.

“Now c’mon, I’ll run you a bath.”

He picked you up bridal style, carrying you towards the bathroom attached to your room. He talked you up a storm and you stayed silent, barely paying attention to his words. You just enjoyed the way his face lit up when he talked, no matter the content. The “don’t fuck your roommate” situation was shattered completely and you couldn’t give less of a fuck. Nat was right.

1221 notes • Posted 2021-11-06 05:42:21 GMT

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Are You Gonna be Good, Pet?

Summary | On the rare occasion that it is, Loki finally lets you be the one in charge. So, you take full advantage of it, leaving him a whimpering, moaning mess.

Relationship | Sub!Loki x dom! Fem reader

Words | 2,591 words

Warnings | 18+ NSFW, dom/sub relationship, pet names, oral (fem + male receiving), degradation, praise, pet play, pain kink, mommy kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, size kink, orgasm control/edging, territorial kink(?), cum play(if you squint), squirting, soft dom reader(at times), dacryphilia

Notes | if hell is a real place, this is definitely my one way ticket.

Loki wasn’t exactly glutton for being subordinate. Due to his upbringing, he craved control. It made him feel strong, powerful, worthy even. But sometimes, if you pouted just enough, maybe be a little extra nice, he would fold and give in to your desires. Despite the big, bad, and bold persona he portrayed, Loki is quite soft underneath. He just wants to be coddled and loved, you knew that. And so did he.

“Sit.”

You watched as Loki frantically took several steps back, surprised by your dominance. You didn’t tell them when you were going to do this, so he just existed anxiously for the past two weeks. Fear, but also excitement, swirled through their irises as they obeyed. His legs hit the base of your shared bed and fell onto the ottoman, not expecting it to come so soon.

You could see the anticipation in his eyes as you sauntered over to him. If he wants it, he’s gonna have to earn it. Up close and personal now, you heard the sharp intake of breath as your hands withdrew a collar from behind your back. If anything, your baby is more than predictable.

“You want it?”

Loki nodded his head desperately, a small whimper escaping his lips.

“Words, pet.”

“Yes. Please.”

“Good boy.” You wrapped the collar around his neck, securing it with the designated lock. His eyes follow the key as you clasped the chain around your neck again. Pets like shiny things, don’t they?

“Now, pet, have you been good lately?”

“So good. I promise.”

You could see his cock straining in his trousers, just by your presence. Oh he’s desperate, just the way you like it.

“So good, what?”

“Mommy. I’ve been so good lately.”

You grinned, knowing this was a lie. You reached down, palming him through his pants. He whimpered, losing his breath from your feather light touch.

“Well, then why did I hear you in the shower two days ago, hm? A whimpering, moaning mess all without me. You know you’re not supposed to disobey me, baby,” you whispering in his ear. Your breath tickled their skin, causing a shiver to climb its way up their spine.

“Mommy, that was—”

“A colossal error. Next time, be quieter dove. I should just not let you cum right? It’d only be fair.” You could see the panic start to set in, knowing the bargaining would come next.

“Darling, please. I—”

“Kneel,” you interrupted.

Quickly, as though it were second nature, they kneeled before you. You liked this angle very much, especially because it was Loki. He looked so small this way, a large contrast from the massive(different, yet equally exciting) way he looks above you when you’re being fucked stupidly. They would go on and on about how “Gods don’t kneel” and other bullshit. But you knew better. Everyone, even a god, has their weaknesses and Loki’s was you. With a single stroke, he could be putty in your hands.

“You know what to do. Now be a good boy, and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

Loki grinned, excited by his next task. You knew it wasn’t exactly a punishment, for it was abundantly clear how much he desired to give you pleasure on a daily basis. He could be quite the giver. Loki’s strong hands caressed your ass, ready to worship you. His finger wrapped around the hem of your underwear and he whimpered when he caught sight of your glistening folds. You could’ve sworn he might’ve just came right then and there.

Like a man on the brink of starvation, he dived into your core. If anything, he was quite gifted. No one said he had a sharp tongue without reason. He moaned at the first taste, causing vibrations to echo through your body. You loved to watch his eyes roll back while eating you out. Many times over, he’s exclaimed how you would be his last meal of given the change.

His expert tongue lapped at your clit, nearly causing your knees to buckle at the overwhelming pleasuring. He then slipped a finger inside you, and you cried at the feeling of him beginning to fill you up. You could her his faint snicker at your reaction, pushing him to slip in another just so he can hear your moans get louder. Your moans were like music to his ears, his favorite sound, or so that’s what he’s told you.

“Loki, ‘m gonna cum. Fuck I’m—”

The air knocked out of you when he began to curl his fingers inside of you, increasing the pace. Fucking hell, he was so good at this. Your moans mixed with his, echoing around the four walls of your bedroom. You were glad that you lived lavishly; for if you had a regular apartment, you were sure to received hundreds of noise complaints by now.

He began to hum into your pussy, his tongue getting faster and your whimpers becoming more desperate. You could feel your stomach tightening, the orgasm building slowly but surely. He began to suck on your clit, fingers moving so rapidly that you were sure your juices had leaked down his arm by now. Your orgasm came sooner than you expected, the ballon popping and your legs starting to give out from the strength. Loki, as per usual, held you up, continuing to suck and help your ride out your first orgasm of the night.

“Good boy,” you said breathlessly.

You sit down on the ottoman, watching Loki as he pulled his fingers into his mouth. They moaned at the taste, and you could see the precum leaking from their tip in the obvious outline of their hardened cock.

“You want mommy to take care of that?,” you asked, pointing to the bulge. He nodded of course, desperate for any kind of relief.

“Remember, you don’t cum until I say so.”

He nodded, sitting next to you and waiting for instruction. You straddled his legs, grinding your hips onto his lap to provide some relief. Loki moaned at the feeling, but it paled in comparison to the feeling of your warm, velvet walls wrapped tightly around him.

You unbutton his shirt almost painfully slow, not forgetting to stop your hips at certain moments when it sounded like he was on the brink of orgasm. Not yet. He whined every time, but a sharp look kept him quiet. Then you unbuckled his pants, watching his cock spring free from its confines. Your mouth begins to water, desperate to take him.

Staring at his long, thick, pink cock, you struggle to maintain self control. This wasn’t part of the plan, but you can’t help yourself. Just a taste. You lick a long strip up his shaft, staring up a Loki with big, dark eyes. Your tongue swirls around the tip, swallowing the precum there. Loki exhales with pleasure, watching with bated breath for your next move. Deciding to tease them for a little, you take him completely, feeling his shaft glide down your throat. You bob your head, moaning around him as you watch his eyes roll back. Loki mutters a string of curses under their breath, their hips lifting from the bed and trying to fuck your face. It’s a shame you have to stop, you know he’s close. With that, you move your mouth off of him, making a pop sound.

You saunter over to the bed, beginning to lay down. He wines from behind and you give him a stern look. Immediately, he shuts up.

“Are you gonna be good, pet?”

“Yes mommy.”

“C’mere then.”

Loki walks over to like a scolded child, laying between your legs and waiting for your next instruction. You motion to your breasts and he smiles. He’s so typical. He grabs your breasts with both hands, playing with your nipples and sending you into euphoria. Then, he latched onto one, using his gifted tongue to make you impossibly wetter. He moans, sending vibrations through your body. The sight of their mouth of you, indulging in you like they’re not as desperate to cum as you know they are, is obscene. You’d snap a picture if you could. But you have to stop, know that you’d come if you didn’t. You don’t wanna cum again before you get to feel him fill you up.

You pull him by the collar, ripping his lips from your nipples up to your mouth. The kiss is sloppy, but as passionate as can be. Teeth crashing, tongue swirling, and spit everywhere, just the way it’s intended to be. You break the kiss, breathless and head swimming with ideas.

“You gonna let mommy ride you?

Loki whimpers at the thought, nodding his head vigorously.

“Turn over then.”

Loki doesn’t have to be told twice. Quick and desperate, he rolls the two of you over before scooting to the head of the bed frame. He knows you like the leverage when fucking his brains out. You straddle him, grinding your hips over his, skin to skin. You grind on his shaft, just so he can feel how wet you are. It drives him crazy, you’re fully aware of this fact. It takes everything for you not to sink onto him right now, filling you up just the way you need him to. But patience is a virtue.

You begin to suck on his neck, creating an array of purple bruises that will contrast beautifully with his pale skin. He’d wear them proudly of course, showing them off like territorial markings. I’ve been claimed, he’d let everyone know. And none of you can convince me otherwise. Mine, all mine. His fingers press deep into your hips, a grip so hard that you’re sure it’ll leave deep and dark bruises. It hurts, but you don’t mind. He’s desperate, and desperate boys listen well. Finally, you’d had enough. You grab Loki’s cock, watching his face as you sink onto him.

“Shit,” the two of you say in unison.

His head falls back against the bed frame, giving you full access to reach your hands around his throat. There’s a glimmer in his eyes as you squeeze gently, not enough for him to pass out but just hard enough to give a light headed feeling.

“You like when mommy chokes you? Huh, pet?”

“Yes mommy,” giving you want you wanted.

“Good boy.”

You begin to slam down on his cock, hard and slow thrusts. You can feel him hit the right spot over and over again, leaving you breathless. Loki smirks at you, watching you fall apart above him. He reaches forward to press his hand on your stomach, feeling and seeing his cock as it hits your cervix.

Just as your legs begin to grow weak, the grip on your hip tightens, letting you know how close he is. So you stop. Loki damn near has a heart attack, eyes screaming with rage. Tears begin to pool in their eyes, the agony of another ruined orgasm getting to be too much. He wouldn’t dare say anything however. The more he protests is the longer he goes without an orgasm .

“What did I say?”

“No coming until I say so,” they respond quietly.

“Exactly.”

You begin to feel a little bit bad, knowing how badly he wants to cum. You ruined your own orgasm in the process, so you kind of understand. But it must be awful feeling the way your pussy squeezes around him, knowing there’s nothing he can do about it.

“You look so pretty when you cry, my love.” You wipe away Loki’s tears, peppering kisses along their jaw to soothe the ache.

“You wanna cum badly, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Okay.” His eyes perk up at your response, the light returning.

You hop off, immediately feeling empty, and roll onto your back. Spreading your legs, Loki looks at you with the intent to ravish you.

“Fuck me until I cry, pet. And then, I’ll let you come.”

Loki lays above you, resting between your thighs. He peppers kisses along your neck and chest, making his mark all over you. Hands roam, trying to feel as much of you as possible. While sucking your breasts to create the beautiful marks only he can see, his hand wanders down to your core. Two fingers slip inside of you, curling at just the right angle. You know exactly what they’re trying to do, and oh my god is it working. Nothing but the sound of skin to skin contact echos around the bedroom as Loki does the one thing you know can’t be done without him.

He can feel the way your walls squeeze his fingers as he moves faster, letting him know your close.

“Are you close, pretty girl?”

Dom Loki has returned for a moment, but you know that your pet will be back soon. Nothing but desperate cries and whimpers leave your mouth as you nod vigorously. Words are too much to communicate right now. Tears pool in your eyes and stream down your face, the pleasure beginning to be unbearable as the rubber band in your core stretches beyond comprehension. And then it snaps, causing you to squirt all over Loki’s hand and your sheets.

You lay your head back, catching your breath before the two of you continue. No matter how many times you cum on your own, nothing will ever be like that and you know it. Your boyfriend has quite the magical hands. When you feel rejuvenated, you pull them by the collar into a kiss.

“Remember what I said?” Loki nods obediently, sinking into you until you can feel him in your cervix. This new angle leaves the both of you breathless and ready to orgasm already.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

It starts off kind of slow and sensual as you adjust to his large size. No matter how often they fuck you, there will always need to be adjustment. If not, Loki might just split you in two and put you in a wheelchair. Not that you’d mind really.

“Faster, harder, please,” you choke out.

Loki’s hips pick up the pace, slamming into and leaving you breathless every time he pulls out. He grabs onto the headboard for leverage, nearly sending you into a coma with the overwhelming pleasure you’re receiving. His other hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing circles on your most sensitive bud. Fucking hell, he’s so good at this. You can feel the orgasm building.

“Shit, Loki you feel so fucking good. Your cock fills me up so well,” you exclaim.

“Yeah? It’s yours Angel, all yours. Fuck.”

“Shit, I’m close. So close.”

“Me too,” he responds out of breath.

“You wanna cum in mommy? Hm? You want that, pet?

Loki nods with desperation, and you know how badly he wants to make you a real mommy. Despite being on birth control, the excitement and danger is real nonetheless.

“Cum in me. Fill me up, please. I want it so badly,” you cry with unwavering neediness.

Loki rubs your clit faster, riding you into your orgasm while his hips begin to stutter. Soon enough you’re cumming at the same time, screaming his name. He presses onto your stomach, aiding your orgasm and feeling himself as he shoots warm, hot spurts into your cervix. He pulls out, watching as his cum spills out of you with delight. He’ll never get tired of that, knowing how full you feel with his cum clinging to your velvet walls.

“Was I a good boy?”

“So good, pet. So good.”,

2123 notes • Posted 2021-07-01 22:01:28 GMT

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I'll Love You 'Til I Die

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Summary: A Brooklyn schoolgirl fell in love with James Buchanan Barnes at the tender age of nine. With this love she made a vow, promising to love him until her very last breath.

Pairing: Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Language, pining

Word Count: 2.1k

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Chapter Twenty-Three: The Journey to Azzano

October 24, 1943

Yet another sleepless night. A night spent away from the nurse’s tent, handkerchief in hand, with eyes cast towards the heavens. The stars stared back, silent watchers from above; the petrified audience to a grotesque display of gore, violence, and inhumanity. Lottie knew that they were nothing but balls of gas, great masses of fire that drifted in that infinite chasm of space millions of lightyears away. Somehow, her heart still broke for them.

How painful it must be to be a star, she thought, To see the Earth, to see its people, to see the love and hope. To be forced to watch its destruction, its pain. Oh, how the stars must weep, gazing down at the broken bodies of men and boys, women and children, all victims of such a cruel war.

Still, the pain of a star could never come close to the pain of a nurse. The stars would never hold those bodies in their arms, they would never fumble for a tourniquet as blood spilled from a fresh wound, the stars would never have to slide a man’s eyelids shut, his skin cold to the touch.

Lottie was becoming quickly acclimated to the smell and feel of death. It never seemed to leave her skin, no matter how thoroughly she washed her hands. Though they were constantly rubbed raw, she could not rid them of death’s stench or its thick grime that seemed to coat every inch of her skin.

After they’d left Pantelleria, the SSR had scrambled to stay afloat, constantly caught in the crossfire of other Italian campaigns. The Germans had weaseled their way into northern and central Italy, with carnage in their wake, the nurses of the SSR were left to care for their victims. Lottie had come to know death as intimately as one knows the curves of their lover’s body, all the dimples, ridges, and edges.

“No number of bandages would’ve saved him, Lottie,” Gladys would whisper, “We’re nurses, not miracle-workers.”

“If I remember correctly, folks at the SSR sure love to rant about that ‘miraculous’ serum we developed.” “Betty, you know what I mean.”

Lottie wished she could be a miracle worker. The men that she managed to save definitely thought she was, but who wouldn’t think so highly of the woman who saved them from certain death? It would have been a comfort to visit them in the recovery ward, but the SSR would whisk them away, further north and closer to Hydra before she had the chance.

The SSR found themselves in Siano, a village an afternoon’s trek away from Salerno. At another time, it would be quite lovely. The quiet little community was nestled between small mountains, far too grand and looming to be called hills. The greenery was lush and the air was crisp, mingled with the saltiness from the nearby sea. A cool, sweet breeze kissed Lottie’s cheeks and became entangled in her curls that had finally been loosed from her strict bun. With every graze of the breeze against her cheeks and every rustle of the grasses beside her, it seemed that the very earth was breathing beneath her. Every movement was a great inhale or exhale that emanated around her; the only calming element to an otherwise restless night.

Their camp was just outside the town, stationed in an expansive field which was quite likely an abandoned pasture. Camp had been sloppily thrown together, after a horrifically bloody day in Salerno, morale was low and they knew their stay would be short-lived. Agent Carter had mentioned that they were urgently needed in Azzano; there was a POW situation up there that involved Hydra. Their stop in Siano, as Colonel Phillips had explained, was merely for recuperation. With a day of bloodshed behind them and several days’ worth of traveling ahead of them, rest was needed by all.

But she couldn’t really rest, could she? Lottie would always be on edge, on high alert, until she had her boys by her side once more. At every camp, in every campaign, she searched for the 107th. For any sign of a USO show. So far, she had come up with nothing. Nothing but disappointment.

All that she could do was gaze up at the stars and wonder if a pair of clear blue eyes were doing the same.

Somewhere in Azzano

Liquid fire in his veins. Muttered words in German. Leather straps that dug into his skin; they kept him from writhing in pain. Days bled together and he could barely find the willpower to stay conscious, blurring the lines between his dreams and reality.

Bucky didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what was going on, either. All he knew was agony, frustration, and a girl. His best girl, Little Lottie. The first time he’d seen her, he was sure that she was real. He had just undergone the first round of… whatever this was, and all of a sudden, she’d appeared before him, dressed just as she’d been when he last saw her— white uniform, thick stockings, and a heavy coat that seemed to swallow her whole.

He’d tried to yell at her, warn her about how dangerous this place was, but he could only muster a choked groan which had earned him a blow to the head. After that, she kept appearing— every time he was poked or prodded at, she stood in the corner of the room and watched over him with a smile on her lips. His head would loll to the side with exhaustion and their gazes would connect; it was the only glimmer of hope in the midst of his torture.

His Little Lottie would only speak to him in his dreams, but she wouldn’t speak, really. No, she’d do this thing he’d seen her do to Stevie hundreds of times when he was sick in bed. With gentle hands, she would smooth his hair away from his forehead, freeing the sweaty, bloodied strands that clung to his skin. She quieted his groans of pain with soft sounds and breathy hums of her favorite songs— mostly from the musicals they had gone to see in the thirties. Little Lottie was fondest of numbers by the Gershwin brothers, he’d noticed, as she was always humming one of their tunes in his dreams.

Any anger toward her was forgotten, but the fear remained. Fear for her safety devoured him from the inside out; if Hydra ever got their hands on her, there would be hell to pay.

Siano, the next day

“Y’know if you’re gonna make a habit of this, I might as well take your pillow for myself.”

Lottie blinked her eyes blearily, taking in the figure of Betty before her. Apparently, she’d fallen asleep outside. Again. The first time it had happened, they’d been camped out in Salerno and while her companions had gone to bed earlier, she’d attempted to calm her nerves with a midnight cigarette. Suffice to say, the cigarette had done its job, though she’d woken up with a terrible pain in her neck.

This time, the pain was located in Lottie’s lower back, probably due to the uneven ground she’d fallen asleep on.

“Believe me, Betty, I don’t intend to make this a habit,” Lottie gritted her teeth in pain as she attempted to maneuver herself off of the ground.

Betty sighed and grabbed her hands, heaving her up, “C’mon, we don’t have all day. Colonel Phillips wants the tents down as soon as possible.” She jerked her head in the direction of the other three nurses a few yards away, they were evidently having a difficult time with the canvas and poles of their tent.

The two of them rejoined their group and Gladys tossed a pack to her with a smile, “Your stuff’s all good to go. Figured you needed the extra sleep.” Lottie squeezed her shoulder in thanks and observed Nancy and Mary as they argued over the correct way to pack up their tent.

“First we need to disassemble the poles, then we wrap up the canvas and—”

“No, we need to take care of the canvas before we can—”

Agent Carter stalked toward them with a rather agitated look on her face; only she could look powerful crossing an uneven field in heels. Lottie bundled up some poles in her arms, trying to stow them away in a pack before they could be berated for being the last ones to finish.

“Ladies,” Agent Carter began, voice firm, “You did not go through a year of training just to be the last ones done packing up your tent. We need more speed from you five to reach the one hundred and seventh in time.”

Lottie nearly dropped the metal poles in her arms and choked out a gasp, “The one hundred and seventh?” That was the regiment with the POWs? The POWs that had fallen victim to Hydra? Her heart was suddenly beating a mile a minute, her stomach was all in knots.

Agent Carter furrowed her brow, likely confused by her reaction, “Yes, they were vastly overpowered in a recent battle. We’ve been summoned to provide medical care to the survivors as well as to assist in a reconnaissance mission for information regarding the whereabouts of the POWs.”

She was tempted to ask about Bucky, to see if she’d heard anything about their survivors, but she ultimately decided against it. It was unlikely that they already had extensive knowledge regarding those who had been saved or lost.

“We’ll be done in a jiffy, Agent Carter,” Nancy nodded, removing the poles from Lottie’s grasp.

After another minute or two, their tent was packed away, and each nurse was outfitted with a hefty pack that carried their belongings. Together, the nurses and the rest of the SSR agents began their trek through the Italian countryside, keeping close in their groupings. It would have been far easier to be transported by plane, but the agents had to take as much caution as possible with Hydra's threat level. If traveling by foot kept the lowest profile, then that was what needed to be done.

Lottie’s four companions broke out into quiet conversation to pass the time while fearful thoughts weaseled their way into her mind. What if Bucky really had been taken by Hydra? What would they do to him? Would they kill him? She’d heard of their horrors from Erskine, and she’d even seen their ruthlessness at his assassination. The dark thoughts that began to swim around in her head made her want to be sick. Lottie wanted to double over and retch, to alleviate the sick feeling that crept into her at the thought of Bucky in Hydra’s clutches.

“You alright there, Lottie? You’ve been awfully quiet,” Gladys sidled over to where she was walking, only a foot or two away from the rest.

“I don’t think so,” Lottie began, her voice strained, “I mean, with the one hundred and seventh and everything, I just, I don’t know how to—”

Gladys nodded, a sad look on her face, “I know, it’s a dreadful situation, isn’t it? I can’t imagine how those survivors must feel. Having your comrades stolen away from you in a bloody battle.”

“It’s not just that, it’s also—”

“Oh yes, definitely more than that. Not only the mental anguish but the physical, too. I mean, we’re here for a reason, we’ve got to be prepared for the worst when we get there. I’ve heard they’re in absolute shambles.”

Lottie fisted her hands in frustration, “Gladys. Bucky’s a member of the one hundred and seventh. That’s his damn regiment. And I haven’t a clue of whether he’s dead, alive, or barely holding on in some dingy cell, so I would really appreciate it if you would spare me the monologue about how terrible their situation is.”

Gladys stared at her, a look of shock painted on her face, “Lottie, I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I— gosh, I feel absolutely awful now, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Lottie grabbed Gladys’ hand to squeeze it, their arms knocked together as they walked side by side, “I just need to think optimistically right now. If I start thinking about all the atrocities, I might go crazy.”

Gladys squeezed back, a faint smile growing on her lips, “You’re right. Think optimistically. I bet he got out of it just fine, with a few scratches though. But he’ll be waiting for us real patiently, waiting for the fine nurses of the SSR to patch him right up.”

She found comfort in Gladys’ words. It was much nicer to picture him that way, sitting in a medic tent cot, wounds scabbed over in blood, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Maybe he'd be cracking jokes with the other poor souls stuck in that tent, his eyes alight with humor and that lopsided grin threatening to send that cigarette straight to the ground. He would be a bit battered and bruised, but he’d be there waiting. Waiting for her.

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