#avenger au

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

On The Hunt: When Nothing Is Right

Summary: 5.1k Alpha Steve x Little One. It is harder to deal with Steve after the wolves full moon run and you are sure to tell him so. T'Challa gathers everyone together to go after one of Ulysses camps after gaining some intel.

Warnings- Probably more pissed-off feelings towards Steve. (Will I ever be able to redeem him?) gunfire, explosions, blood and character death.

A/N- Thank you, I feel the need to say thank you over and over to the followers still hanging onto this series. I have been working on The Pack for about three years now and what a journey into storytelling it has been. I have loved and hated this series, I have cried over this series and I have celebrated this series in those years, just as I continue to do so behind the scenes. (You all the amount of times I have cried because of your comments... you don't even know.) What I have learned is that this didn't come out of just me pushing through this story alone. I have been picked up and brushed off so many times by you guys telling me to keep going, to keep telling their story. I am fucking GRATEFUL to all of you for just that. Another thank you to @readwithfrannybarnes for taking my messy drafts and working through them and often holding my hand when I am nervous as hell about what I just wrote. Thank you again to all of you for the likes, comments, and shares. Dividers made by the lovely @firefly-graphics As always- comments and shares mean the world to this series! Happy Howling! 🐺💙

Chapter Five / Masterlist

Steve didn’t want to leave, when he picked you up off the balcony's hard stone floor, you curved into him, your face tucking in against his neck and you sighed as if falling into a deeper sleep. He should have known the Alpha would seek you out on that night. Even though it made a war within his heart at being close to you, he couldn’t deny just how right it felt, the inner turmoil simmered to tolerable. Feeling you trust him like this made him whole for just a few minutes. 

It’s why he hated setting you down on your room's oversized bed, it didn’t escape his notice that it was easily made for more than one person. He tried not to pay attention to the scent of just you clinging to the sheets, but the Alpha did. 

Some dark part of him was pleased that you had never brought anyone back to your bed, let anyone into the nest that you would end up making soon, your heated scent was growing stronger. That was a space for mates, sharing it with anyone was intimacy on a whole other level. Steve knew you had every right to, he no longer had a claim to you. But he saw red when the panther's image came to mind was haunting him.

His hands eased you carefully onto the bed, his body aching at the feeling of you moving away from him. His hand flowed up the curve of your body, sinking into the sensation of you, filing it away as another memory of who he once had. The Alpha ached to curl around you, spoon behind you, and hold you. But Steve pulled away, letting his hand take one last touch, curving his palm around the back of your neck, his thumb brushing once against the bond scar before letting go to leave you in peace. 

He had already seen how having him near you stressed you out and he didn’t want to be the cause of that, it was torture to see you eye him warily as if he was about to attack.  

Steve thoroughly hated himself for it.

You whimpered softly in your sleep and Steve brushed his hand back on your neck, feeling you settle again in his touch. <She is days before her heat.> 

I know I wish I could help her. Steve hovered near you, trying to just walk away, knowing he should but it was so difficult. Every instinct in him screamed to stay, to curl back up with you and recover, fix that broken part of him that belonged to you.  

<We are here if she needs us.> His Wolf was so confident that Steve rolled his eyes at the beast's words, sensing that he was sure you would come to them. <Let’s go find her a gift. Our Little Wolf loves gifts. Something to let her know she is not alone.> 

Steve hesitated a moment, considering what it would mean to you if he left you something like he used to. Memories of little treasures scattered across his cabin made him smile, as well as wonder if they were still there. Feathers you found on the trails you used to run. Together you both had collected smooth stones and weathered wood that washed up on the beach. Steve would draw on dried mushroom caps off the trees in the logging lot, making you gasp at the small sketches he would gift you. You adored colored leaves from the fall that drifted down around the property, often making a game of snatching it from the air and marveling at the colors, making sure to keep a few that Steve purposely had framed to hang on the walls. Just that spring Sara was teaching you how to dry and press flowers. All those small tokens you scattered around the cabin, especially around the bedroom where the nest was made. It had been a safe haven for both of you, entwined together and talking about the future for yourselves and the Pack. 

And what should we bring her? 

<I know just the thing.>The Alpha excitedly exclaimed. Steve gave into him, one last look at you curled up in the bed before he let the shift take over, letting his beast take over once again that night, giving the Alpha the chance to tend his Little One. 

Steve was the one to return later, fully clothed now, and in his hand were smooth pebbles, tumbled in the river cutting through Wakanda. Something naturally beautiful for you while still sleeping peacefully. Careful he set the stones on the nightstand, knowing you would notice them when you woke up. 

The small colorful pebbles were still scattered around your room when you stormed out of your quarters, not even glancing to see if Steve’s door was ajar. 

You practically snarled on your way to the debriefing room. A young panther passed along a message that all of you were required immediately per T’Challa’s orders. Your snapping reply left him backing away and disappearing from sight. It was taking all you had to keep that anger at bay with your ex, refusing to acknowledge that it hurt more than it made you mad.

Steve wouldn’t mess with us, would he? 

The Little Wolf stirred, she was a whirlwind presence that made your fingers curl and jittery steps proceed you forward. She was just as wild feeling as you were at the moment. <Ask him if you want to know.> She snapped. 

You could tell she was mad and upset too, for different reasons. She and the Alpha had run together and waking up alone, still without her mate at her side was making her lash out, if you were shifted, it wouldn’t be hard to elicit a snarling attack from her. 

You sensed Steve before you saw him, turning the corner leading to where others were gathering in the large royal room, Steve and Bucky were talking quietly amongst themselves while walking ahead of you. You saw Steve tense a bit, his head tilting towards his shoulder and inhale, like he was seeking you out. 

Another thing to add to your list of why you were annoyed with Steve, always seeking you out. 

Bucky slipped into the room, but Steve stopped to hold the door open, his gaze softening when seeing you but you wouldn’t return it. Making worry and doubt cross his features. 

“Y/N..” He started a greeting but in passing, you bared your teeth at him with a warning growl. All of that hostility from you as your Little Wolf was currently revolting against you for warning him away. Clear blue eyes that were once so happy to see you flashed in alarm, widening in surprise as you stalked past him. 

Let the bastard wonder why I’m pissed. 

The Little Wolf huffed and her fur bristled at your words. You moved to Shuri’s side, the pantheress side-eyeing you a moment. “You okay? What did the big Neanderthal do?” 

You ignored her a moment, staring straight ahead, not wanting to answer her question. But you could feel her big inquiring eyes on you, knowing the girl was relentless in getting what she wanted. “He gave me a gift.” You finally relented and she gave a huff of disbelief. Finally, someone who got it. 

“A meager peace offering for how he disrupts your life with us? What made him even think you would want one.” 

Now was your time to squirm, your voice lowering. “Well, um… I might have run with him last night during the full moon.” That caused Shuri to narrow her eyes accusing you. “Okay, the Little Wolf did but you know… her and I are essentially the same so… I don’t fucking know Shuri. I am all confused by him. He comes here and willingly gets paired up to track with me. Why? After he insisted we couldn’t be mates anymore.” 

You could feel that overwhelming wave of questions, doubts, and pain start to build in your chest, making your Little Wolf forget her anger with a worried whine echoing in your mind. Shuri must have sensed it too cause she wrapped an arm over your shoulder in a brief hug, nuzzling briefly against your cheek with a rolling purr. “He is the dumbass who let the best part of him go, now let’s make him regret it.” She winked at you after giving a playful smack of her lips on your cheek, her gaze darting from you to the man across the room. 

The man who was now very red in the face and almost looked like he was ready to strangle someone, that gave you a slightly giddy rush that he would be jealous. Pan chose that moment to wrap his arm over your other shoulder, pining you effectively between the two panthers. 

“What are we whispering about?” He said conspirately while glancing around. 

“Dumb Alpha’s and why our Wolf here is better than them,” Shuri said triumphantly and Pan gave a solemn nod of agreement. 

“Wolf Alphas always seem so growly and pissed off.” He observed, his gaze flowing from Steve to Bucky, who was also glowering at everyone. You grinned and shrugged a bit. 

“They are like that to members outside of the pack, makes them look all big and scary.” Shuri gave a roll of her eyes and Pan gave a rumbling purr of a laugh. Already you were feeling better even if the Little Wolf was still pissed off at you. 

The room shifted attention when the queen entered, T’Challa right behind her. Both of their faces were serious, demanding every shifter’s attention. The chatter died down, all heads turning to the royals. “We located another camp from an anonymous tip, heavily armed and about to move the panthers and other shifters they have.” T’Challa’s gaze fell on you and then to the Alphas across the room. “They said they had some wolves in their possession. I figured you all would want in on this hunt to recover some other pack mates and help them return home.” 

You felt your Little Wolf perk up, her ears pricking and her demeanor shifted from giving you the cold shoulder to interest. Across the room, you could already see Steve and Bucky’s resolve. They would be hunting with the Panthers this time. 

<We have to Y/N, we can’t leave them there. You know what happens.> 

We are going Little Wolf, even if I have to do this with Steve. A satisfied snarl of anticipation echoed, making a cool calm readiness curl in your chest. We will bring them home. 

“Here you should find any equipment either of you might need. In fact, James I might have something you would be interested in.” T’Challa led Bucky away to show him some of Shuri’s specialties while Steve looked at the large assortment of gear that he knew Fury would love to have access to for any of the Commando groups Shield still had running. His gaze fell on various things that other panthers were plucking off the shelf to fit on. He would need something light to be able to move with speed into the camp, last time the chaos of the attack was swift. T’Challa wandered back over, his eyes roaming over the wall Steve was standing in front of. “Who will be hunting, you or your Alpha?”

“Since you already have the location, I will be in human form. I don’t know what shape the survivors are in. Seeing a large Alpha that may not be theirs might trigger them. At least like this, I can talk to them.” Steve said, picking up arm cuffs long enough to fit over his forearms. T’Challa nodded in approval as Steve fit them on, trying to see their purpose. 

“Fist your hand and give a push.” The King instructed and when Steve did, it activated the shield, flaring it out around his arms and clicking in place. At the end were sharp barbs, with the right punch, they would stab right into his opponent. 

“A weapon and a shield…” Steve admired the tool on his arms while T’Challa gave a nod to confirm it’s uses. 

“Another Shuri creation.” 

Steve made the motion again, sending the shields back to their compact shape. “Remind me to never upset her if this is the stuff she is coming up with.” 

T’Challa laughed softly with a nod. “She is a wildcat when someone crosses her. Excuse me, I must get ready myself. We are leaving in just a few.” 

Once again alone in the middle of the chaos of panthers, Steve went to find Bucky but instead came across you fitting yourself into a suit and facing away from him while you worked on zipping up the back of your suit. 

It stunned Steve for a moment, watching you gear yourself up to go to battle. He had seen you plenty of times preparing for a fight, but to watch you gear up, various weapons stashed on you, the kevlar layering against your form to protect your most vulnerable places, it made him gulp, his cheeks heating and swirls of arousal peak all his senses as well as that knot of worry that he always had when you were in any possible danger. The Alpha was prominent in his mind, feeding at feelings of want and need in him. The snap of your head had you looking at him over your shoulder and your gaze darkened on him. <She’s pissed.>

Oh fuck. 

“What do you want?” You grabbed at your wristlets, fitting them back on.

“I was just looking for Bucky.” Steve was soft with his words, trying to feel out why you were even more angry at him. “I’m sorry… if running with me last night…” 

You growled and his mouth snapped shut. “I called you remember, or the Little Wolf did and you answered. Why would I be mad about that Steve.” 

“Because you are snapping at me like you want to rip my throat out.” His temper briefly flaring as your anger was coming off you in waves. 

That was it, he could see the way you pivoted to face him with bared teeth and the tip of your nose wrinkled, mimicking a snarling wolf. Although shorter than him, you seemed to draw yourself up to his height. “I’m upset because you left me pebbles.” The panthers around you two threw cautious looks at one another while retreating enough to give the illusion of space. “A gift Steve, you went and found me something that you know I would really love and want to keep.” 

Steve stammered out. “Yeah, I thought you would like it Litt- Y/N.” 

“That, right there.” You pointed at him, your finger plowing right against his muscular chest. “You want us to be separated, but you still bring me gifts, catch yourself calling me Little One, coming here and disrupting everything I built to recover, Steve. I am recovering from you and you are just all right here, right in front of me pretending we’re good friends and nothing more with your words, but your actions are just what they were when we were mated. No. No, that’s not going to work for me. You can’t treat me like that and then say something different.” Your voice rose higher. “So stop it. We are not mates, you made that fucking clear the day you cut ties with me. Stop trying to still be, because this half-in, half-out game isn’t going to be tolerated.” You stepped back away from him, putting space between you two. 

Steve felt it all, your words were laced with pain and sadness under all that anger. Everything he caused to you and was still doing by being here. Everything in him hated what he had done, how he hurt you and he didn’t know how to fix it for you. “Y/N…” He started, trying to find the words to tell you that you were right, he was struggling to let you go. 

“Don’t say anything Steve, you can’t fix it with words.” You stepped around him, leaving him alone with your final statement while you joined the others heading out of the building. 

Bucky stepped into the room once it vacated, approaching his Alpha cautiously. Steve was doing everything in his power to keep from chasing after you, beg for your forgiveness. He would never forget the pain in your eyes that he put there.

<We did that…> 

I did, you never wanted to break the bond… I cut her off and now she is struggling. 

The Alpha was torn, wanting to take care of you and being told no. <She is moving on without us.> 

That’s what happens when you cut bonds. 

 “Hey… you up for doing this?” Bucky asked and Steve seemed to snap out of it, his tone turning into his Alpha commands. 

“We don’t stop till the mission is finished.” 

Can you hear me brotha? Shuri’s voice sounded in all your ears, her drone high above the camp.They are scurrying. You all maybe have ten minutes before there will be no sign of them. 

T’Challa had already circled the camp with Okoye and Steve, using his two most battle-knowledged resources to disperse the panthers in place, hopefully covering all exits and having the fewest casualties. You were placed near the main exit with Bucky, having been given the instructions to disable any vehicles leaving the camp, with the training Sam gave you fixing mechanical equipment, you were well equipped with how to kill the engines. Bucky stood at your side, tense and filled with anticipation. Instead of his usual flexible armor over his weaker left arm, he wore one of the devices Shuri invented. A shimmer of blue reflected the small amount of vibranium used to cover him like a shield. 

“It can go further if you want.” You softly shared with him while activating your bracelets, sending the special vibranium settling over your upper body like a second skin. Different than Bucky’s, but just as safe as his. 

“I’m just trying it for now.” He flexed his arm, wincing as the pain of the movement set off several permanently damaged nerves. “But it's a lot easier to move in then what they put on me.” 

You could only assume they were Hydra when he was under the influence of them. His comfort wouldn’t have been considered, not when he was hunting as the Winter Soldier, he just had to be efficient.  

A soft buzz went over your head, making you glance up to see Shuri’s drone checking on you, you gave a little wave of recognition before it wobbled a bit back in greeting. Her voice came over the comm in your ear. 

I’m glad my brother didn’t push you with that idiot Neanderthal. 

You couldn't help but snort out in a laugh, making Bucky side-eye you curiously as you glanced down, trying to hide your gleeful look at Shuri’s name for Steve. She must have had the drone connecting only with your ear piece for now from the confused look Bucky flashed you.

Be safe sister, I will see you when you come back, we can talk trash about your ex some more. Her greeting made your Little Wolf grumble, but you felt warmth curl in your chest that you had such a good friend at your side. 

Another voice crackled through, T’Challa’s this time talking to all of them, telling them to move in. You and Bucky both sprinted among the others with you, the two of you breaking away from the Panthers when you approached the first rigs all packed and ready to exit the camp. You and Bucky caught the first one by surprise as you vaulted up on the front of the truck, tumbling across the wide metal hood while slapping a disc on the top. The man behind the wheel stared at you wide eye for a second as you activated the device, the beeping giving warning it was about to explode. A gun lifted and aimed at you, but before he was even able to get his finger in place to pull the trigger, the divers door was wrenched open and the man pulled out to have his neck snapped. 

You slipped off the truck, pushing Bucky into motion as you both sprinted away. “Thanks.” 

“It’s what I’m good at.” He replied as you both ducked out of the way. “What did you put on that truck?” 

“A disabler, like one of those bytes Natasha uses. It sends an electric current through the motor, frying it useless.” You both lowered to the ground along the edge of the truck, sneaking on the next one that looked empty of anyone in the driver's seat. From a distance, people were yelling and shots were booming, you could only pray they weren’t hitting any of the team or shifters held against their will. 

“Nice,” Bucky muttered as he slunk along the edge of the truck. “Don’t let Sam see them cause he will probably freak out and ban everyone from the garage.” 

You snickered as you prepped another one in your palm, Bucky folded his hands and gave you a push-off to send you sailing up to the large truck's engine. This time the window was empty and you took your time setting it up when multiple pings sounded off the metal near you, and a stinging sensation burned along your shoulder, making your Little Wolf yelp in alarm and you tumble backward, scrambling to get out of the weapons view. Shocked by the suddenness the bullets came out of nowhere, you were screaming for Bucky to get down while checking that no bullets had penetrated your shields.

Shuri’s drone zoomed out of nowhere, twirling in circles to find where the shooter was located.  Above you Y/N Shuri screamed in your ear while you pushed to the edge of the truck’s hood to get yourself out of sight, falling several feet to the ground. Bucky had his eye to a scope, scanning where Shuri directed you. The ground was exploding with bullets aiming right for you as you pulled yourself underneath the truck, trying to get behind some cover. 

James, the top of that hillside, they planted snipers.

They took aim for him once you were out of sight, his own gun swinging one spot after another as he took precise shots, using his shielded arm to block any coming his way. Your jaw dropped in shock seeing Bucky shoot till he found everyone aiming for them. His weapon lowered, a slight vibration flowing through him like he was keeping his inner beast in check before he ducked down to peer under the truck. “Y/N, are you okay?” 

It took a second before you scrambled forward to crawl out “Yes, but how in the hell didn’t you get clipped?” 

He reached for your hand, pulling you the rest of the way out. “That shield covered all of me, just like you said it would. I got to tell Shuri this is magnificent. I felt a bit of the impact, but nothing serious.” 

You’re welcome. Shuri’s voice rang in your ears, the drone hovering just overhead before it zipped back out of sight, following along the perimeter of the camp. 

Bucky scowled at the device, eyes narrowing. “I don’t trust them.” 

“Yeah well, you can trust Shuri.” You shoulder-checked him gently with a grin, the Little Wolf pacing in your mind but the adrenaline rush that the attack had caused was starting to die down, your heart no longer racing. 

There wasn't any warning, Bucky lurched forward, a loud echo of a ping coming from his left shoulder and a man stepping out of the jungle, everything about him was masked to blend in, including his scent. He took his shot at close range, sending Bucky sprawling from the impact. “Last place I thought I would see you Sobaka.” His heavy accent made Bucky attempt to scramble up, the look in his eyes almost panic as they turned on you while you were trying to help him up and block him from the gunman, his gun cocking to take aim once more. 

“Get out of here Little Wolf,” Bucky growled out while pushing you away from him to make you fall back into the heavy dense forest, your tumble making you skid down the side of a hill into even thicker heavier foliage, tangling you. You yelped Bucky’s name while pushing yourself up and ripping at the jungle's dense foliage to get free, scrambling up the hillside to reach your packmate. 

“BUCKY!” You crested the hillside to see chaos. In the mere seconds you had been entangled Bucky shifted to the White Wolf, the beast's fur drenched red as the man threatening you before was trying to crawl away, his mouth gaping as he tried saying something, but red just leaked from him. You pushed up to a stand while the White Wolf’s ears pricked at you, his muzzle curling up to show stained fangs from his recent attack. “James… it’s me.” You held your hands out, and they wavered as your Little Wolf started snarling, ready to defend you. 

His tongue lolled over his muzzle but his snarls still made you want to submit to him even as an Omega yourself, his Alpha presence usually so subdued was unleashed. The Wolf’s eyes were glowing a burning yellow, his fur bristling as he seemed to asses if you were his next victim. 

Your breath caught in your throat, knowing that Bucky wasn’t in control and everything was seen as a threat to the White Wolf. You felt your Little Wolf preparing, you were a swift shifter, but you wouldn’t be able to make the change before he got to you. “Buck, please.” Your voice wavered softly as you fell back a step. 

You saw his muscles tensing under his fur, preparing for his final attack. In a split second, you clinked the bracelets together, letting the armor flow over you when you were hit with force. Your hand grabbed his ears to keep his snapping jaws away from your face, his snarls and snaps as loud as your scream for help. 

You wriggled under the massive wolf, pressing your feet against his softer underbelly to try and kick him back. “BUCK! STOP!” You screamed, a howl of distress bubbling up to escape you from the Little Wolf. All in seconds you were rolling away from him, the weight of him suddenly gone. Lifting your head you saw the silver streak go after the White Wolf again. Your brain was trying to catch up, but the Little Wolf already knew. 

The two alpha’s were going after each other viciously, tangling around each other while their roars were deafening, giving you flashbacks to your and Steve’s fight underground, Brock standing nearby with triumph as your Alpha pinned you into the hard cement floor, his long canines digging into you while his hot breath washed over you. 

He was lethal when he wasn’t in control, his Alpha much bigger than the smaller Little Wolf who struggled vainly trying to not hurt her mate even after the bond was shattered. 

All you could feel was regret in those moments that Steve had to do this, that he would have to live with what happened for however long Brock wanted to torture him. In those moments, your life changed to where you were now.

<It’s Steve. He heard you.> 

Behind you an earth-shattering boom sent you falling back once again. This time mid-roll, you pushed to your feet, sprinting to where you could see smoke billowing. <What are you doing? We have to go back to our mate!> The Little Wolf started fighting against you, trying to break free from your mind. 

Steve can handle himself, they can’t. Another bomb went off, this time a truck near you shot shrapnel flying all over, making you duck, covering your head as best as you could. You felt tiny knicks get where you weren’t protected. 

“Y/N!” Pan lowered next to you, his hands pulling under your arms to get you up. “We gotta go, now.” 

“We can’t leave.” You said in a pant, preparing for the next sprint into the foray of madness. 

“It was all a trap, this was never an actual camp. Set up for us to come in.” Pan tugged at you again, dragging you to your feet. 

“Steve and Bucky are back through the brush. Bucky was triggered and now Steve is trying to keep him from attacking us.” 

Pan glanced around and got the two of you moving, checking for survivors as they raced for cover. “You should shift Wolf, we can move-” Another violent wave seemed to overtake the camp, both of you ducking once more. 

But it wasn’t nearly enough, not this time. Pan covered your body while pushing you down, a soft gasping snarl in your ear as his body shook against yours until everything went silent, even Pan. Warmth raced over you and you smelled it before you saw anything. The iron tang of blood. 

“P-p-p-an?” Your voice wavered as you wriggled out from underneath him and started to push him over. Instead of the warm friendly eyes of your friend, they were staring unseen. “PAN, please talk to me.” You cupped his face, trying for any response even though there was nothing there. 

The White Wolf was shaking next to him, the Alpha barely holding onto the connection they shared, Bucky finally blinked back through and suddenly he was back, the man looking at the Alpha with a hoarse tone to his voice. “I’m fine Alpha, I got it. Go now.” 

They all heard the booms beyond the trucks you and Bucky were meant to destroy, beyond the thick underbrush of wild jungle. 

The Alpha was torn, to stay with his brother and make sure he was truly okay and in control like he said or go to you, his instincts to protect you from any harm. The Wolf bolted, using his large muscled body to crash through to the other side. 

The smoke made the Alpha’s eyes sting and the residue of destruction cling to his fur as he nosed along the ground, following your scent out of millions that were burning his senses. His ears pricked when he heard the sound of your cries. 

You were leaning over the panther you ran with, you were pressing your hands against his chest, pumping hard to make him breathe. 

But the Alpha had seen enough bodies on the battlefield to know he was gone. 

He approached you, the Alpha pressing against you till you fell into him, burying your face against his fur and wrapping around him. 

Steve shifted, his voice soft while pulling you into his hold and cradling you while you mourned on the battlefield. “I got you Little One.” 

T’Challa pried off his mask, the drone hovering near him. His eyes stung with the dust and smoke filtering through the air, his panthers pulling together to find the wounded. His sisters' drone hovered near him. “Shuri, how bad is it?” The King tiredly asked. 

Bad Brother, our intel was wrong in this case. There are several casualties. 

T’Challa caught sight of Steve holding You with Pan’s body crumbled nearby. “Too many casualties.” 

#on the hunt #the pack #alpha steve and little one #alpha steve x little one #steve rogers fanfiction #shifter steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers and reader #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers au #marvel au #steve rogers #chris evans characters #avenger au #amber writes #sweater writes

[artficlly]

face the music (chapter one)

Music College Marvel AU

!frat!musician!bucky x !frat!musician!steve x !musician!femreader

You are a scholarship student at Stark's College of Music. After accidentally showing up the college's elite group with your singing at the Annual Showing. They aren't happy with you, nor are you with all the extra unwanted attention. But you can't help but notice that two of the school elites - Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers - have taken a particular interest in you.

This fic includes a lot of heavy past abuse and the healing journey from that, theres a lot of feminine rage sprinkled in between but please read at your own risk!

Warnings: angst, violence, choking, alcohol, swearing, john walker (lol), vague mentions of homophobia, sexism, mentions of sex

Word Count: 3k

A/N: might change the name of this but this fic has been sitting in my little brain for so long. hope u enjoy, let me know your thoughts!! <3 not proof read btw

chapter masterlist | main masterlist

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You couldn’t help but wonder if attending this party was a mistake. 

You were surprised that you had even been invited to the party, alongside the rest of your group. Word on the street was that Group A - the elite of the Stark’s College of Music - were absolutely pissed with Group B for the stunt you had all pulled at the Annual Showing. But what worried you more was the fact that most of that anger had been directed at you. 

You were a scholarship student, a pianist and singer. You kept relatively to yourself the last year, never really interacting outside your social circle, so when Sharon, the usual lead singer, had fallen ill on the night of the Annual Showing… it had fallen to you. Group A had catered their entire musical set to beat Sharon - who they had known would be Group B’s lead singer. They knew which notes she couldn’t hit, how to beat her with minimal effort. When you had taken the stage and absolutely crushed any hope with a killer cover of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’? Group A hadn’t stood a chance. Natasha Romanoff, who was Group A’s lead singer, hadn't stopped giving you death glares all week. Group B had won the night, the audience's hearts and a huge target on their backs. 

The bass of the speaker shook the walls as you searched through the bottles of spirits displayed on the kitchen island. You had to give it to Bucky, Steve, Sam and Clint - they knew how to throw a party. Frat parties weren’t usually your thing - being more of a stoner than a drinker - but you and your group couldn’t help but tempt fate by attending. You had to admit you were nervous, waiting for Natasha to jump out at you and attack you for showing her up. Your eyes flickered up the the rest of your group as you poured yourself a drink into the cleanest looking red solo cup you could find. 

Sharon and Loki seemed to be deep in some discussion you didn’t have enough energy to interpret. Probably about Die Hard, they had been arguing about that all afternoon until MJ practically begged them to shut up. Loki had been your roommate, along with his brother Thor and his girlfriend Jane for some time now. Peter, the youngest of the group, was caught up staring dreamily at MJ (who hadn't looked in his direction in over ten minutes, instead observantly watching a game of beer pong between Yelena and her girlfriend Kate.) Peter had been in love with her for as long as you knew him, and it was kind of tortuous watching the two of them dance around each other. Yelena and Kate, on the other hand, were practically shoving their tongues down each other's throats at any given opportunity. You could only wonder if the only reason Natasha hadn’t murdered everyone was because of her soft spot for Yelena. They had gone to high school together, basically joined at the hip until Kate came into the picture. They always referred to each other as sisters.

Raising the cup to your mouth for a sip, you held back a wince. Definitely too strong for how sober you were. Looking across the room, you observed the chaos. Sam and Clint were in the corner trying to maneuver a couch around the corner to make room for another beer pong table. Natasha and Wanda hadn’t arrived yet - apparently too busy gossiping back at their apartment.  You eyes looked over Bucky for a moment, he was across the room, leaning on a table next to Steve. The two of them seemed deep into a quiet conversation. Bucky’s arms were crossed over his chest, light bouncing off the metal side. You didn’t know how he had lost it - there were lots of stories floating around. Car crash, bitten off by a bear, the more you listened the more ridiculous they got. Bucky and Steve were both enigmas to the public - but the fangirls who tuned into the College’s livestreams loved them. You didn’t know how to perceive them, having only exchanged brief looks or words. You knew they came from money - most of the Group A did other than Scott. Scott was a scholarship like yourself, you had talked a fair bit and smoked together a lot more. He was probably upstairs at that exact moment smoking. You quickly diverted your eyes from Bucky and Steve’s direction, as the two of them glanced over at you with an unimpressed look. You quickly rushed to Loki’s side, tonight was not a good night to push it. 

“Y/N, please talk some sense into Sharon!” Loki near-shouted at you as you arrived. With a groan you look over to Sharon, who just gave you an exasperated look. You swore Sharon and Loki needed to get restraining orders against each other, from the amount of time they spent arguing about menial shit.

“If you guys are talking about Die Hard again-” You start only for the two of them to practically implode in front of you. You gulp, what a mistake mentioning that.

“It’s a Christmas movie!” Sharon practically screamed, you winced, hiding behind your cup. Yup. Definitely a mistake.

“No it’s not-” Loki started, before you elbowed him in the side with an exaggerated groan.

“Oh my god!” You shout with a strained laugh, Sharon just threw her hands up in the air with a look of ‘I give up’. You would need to thank her one day for all the times she had conveniently dropped a discussion with Loki for the sanity of others. Sharon walked off to go bug Peter who was still drooling at the sight of MJ. Your eyes fell back to where Bucky and Steve had been, the two of them still watching you intently. They would only be more intimidating if Natasha was at their side. You shiver and shift closer to Loki who wrapped his arm around your shoulders with a chuckle, having observed where your gaze lay.

“I swear they are planning revenge, or something. Why else would they invite us?” You whisper from behind your cup, tapping your foot to the beat of the song that was blaring over the speaker nearby.

“I don’t know, but I sure do love rubbing it in their faces,” Loki replied with a chuckle, squeezing your shoulder. You just roll your eyes in response, downing the last of your drink with a wince. You would need a lot of alcohol in your system to survive tonight, fuck this party was defeintly a mistake. Maybe you could sneak upstairs and find Scott? He would definitely provide a drama-free night. 

 As if on cue, Natasha and Wanda entered the room, Natasha catching your eye as she gave you the filthiest look you could imagine. Going upstairs would be a death-wish now, Natasha would most certainly take it as a sign to come have some ‘words’ with you. With a small squeak, you wriggle out of Loki’s grip and return to the kitchen to put the kitchen island between you and her. You had heard about how Natasha had knocked out some girls' teeth for being homophobic towards Yelena and Kate. You intended to keep all your teeth tonight. And your dignity. Getting blackout drunk seemed like the best solution now. 

Busying yourself with making another drink, you feel a hand wrap around your waist. You roll your eyes, expecting it to be Loki. He had a tendency to be cuddly while tipsy, but also aware enough to pick up on other distress. And you were definitely in distress at the knowledge that Natasha was currently looking you up and down like her next fucking meal. You clench your jaw, not losing teeth tonight. Nope. Turning to face Loki with a smile, you are stunned into silence. Your smile falls from your face as a very drunk looking John Walker pins you against the kitchen island. 

“There you are, you fuckin’ bitch,” John slurs, laughing down at you. You can smell whiskey and tobacco on his breath as you try to squeeze out of his grip. John Walker was an open book, rich boy who paid his way into Group A with the hope of fame and little effort. From the look and conversations you had witnessed him in, it seemed not even the rest of his group liked him. Of course, it had to be you that he wanted to pick a fight with tonight.

“Let me go!” You say, placing your palms on his chest and pushing. He doesn’t budge, instead laughing at your feeble attempts. Even if he was a total burnout, running on Daddy’s money, he worked out. You supposed he would have to, from the amount of fist fights he got into. You had heard all the horror stories from Yelena and Kate. It was almost guaranteed that on a night out with John he would get into some kind of altercation. 

“Chill, chill, I just want to ask you a couple questions,” John says. You look around helplessly, trying to catch Loki’s eye but he’s too caught up arguing with Sharon again. Across the room, Bucky and Steve frown at you but make no movements. Bastards. You knew they were mad at you, but were they really going to put you at the mercy of John fucking Walker? 

“What questions?” You squeak out, leaning back hard against the island as John leans closer into your face. You contemplate your options, as you struggle in his grip. Maybe you could knee him in the balls? Or try to climb onto the island over to the other side?

“Whose dick did you suck?” He asks with a drunken smirk. You’re stunned into silence for a moment, what the fuck?

“What?” You sputter, pushing harder against his chest. The island cutting into your back is surely going to leave a bruise if he keeps this up. If you can just get a little room between the two of you, maybe you could wriggle your way out. You cast a sidelong glance at an empty bottle of beer beside you. Or stab him. Murder could also be a viable option at this point. If Natasha was going to knock out your teeth, John would knock off your fucking head.

“Oh… come on… You scholarship bitches, you really think we don’t know? Half of you don’t have an ounce of talent, just a bunch of whores who fuck their way in. Now come on… who did you fuck to get in?” John slurs with a chuckle. You gave him a confused look, did he really… think that? Was that what those elite bastards had been spouting about you to make themselves feel better, when a few of them had their parents buy them a spot in? 

“I didn’t fuck anyone!” You shout, though it’s lost in the loud music and party chatter. No one seems to notice your distress, or if they do they are ignoring it. You are pushing against his chest, trying to gain some leverage as he gets closer and closer to you, your chest practically flush against each other as you leans your head back as far as possible

“Don’t… don’t lie.” John chuckles, “You must’ve, you must’ve fucked someone to win the Annual Showing. Group A hasn’t lost that since the 90’s, come on, I won’t judge you, you fuckin’ whore.”

You open your mouth to reply, but John lifts one of the hands trapping you against the island, and wraps it around your throat. You try to fight back, squirming but his body is pressed so tightly against yours that you can’t budge. He pulls your face close to his, leaning in, his hot breath making you close your eyes with a wince.

“You know, Nat has been bitchin’ about killin’ you all week. Maybe I’ll do it for her, y’know, as a favor,” he chuckles. Your eyes fly open as you struggle in his grip harder, trying to leverage yourself to kick him between the legs. John only squeezes harder as you make desperate choking noises. You knew that John was to be avoided when drunk, you knew that his father helped cover up all the stupid drunk violence he got into… but this? He was insane, he had to be. Right now, losing your teeth to Natasha’s first sounded much more appealing and less deadly. A roaring sound fills your ears as you try to push John away, blind panic taking over, trying to gasp for air as John laughs at your struggle.

From the corner of your eye, you see some figures rushing over. You can only pray it’s someone who doesn’t want you dead at that very moment, you could definitely imagine Natasha sitting back and enjoying your struggle. Your throat and chest are burning, vision graying as you struggle harder, nails digging into the fabric of John’s shirt. He’s going to kill you, all you can feel is panic and terror as you fight back harder, a strained scream rising in your chest. John suddenly releases the grip on your throat as a fist makes contact with his jaw. You feel yourself falling as you gasp desperately for air through blurred vision. Are you crying? You can’t even tell, you’re too busy gulping down air as your throat and chest burns. Someone's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you up from the sticky kitchen floor and steadying you. You can’t tell if you’re coughing or sobbing as you lean into the touch, trying to gain your senses.

The fist which pried John away from you belonged to Loki, who for his skinny stature, was holding a good fight against John a few feet away. John, cradling a broken nose, laughing maniacally as a crowd gathers, phones pulled out and recording. John swings blindly in a drunken rage, his fist connecting with air as Loki dodges to the side. You make out a panicked sound, if John meant to harm you he’s going to fucking kill Loki if he gets the chance. 

“Come on Laufeyson!” John’s voice booms through the kitchen, louder than the music still shaking the walls. You can only watch in horror as John charges forward, slamming Loki against the fridge before tackling him to the floor. 

Squirming against the arms wrapped around your waist, you try to break free. You need to help Loki. You can hear what sounds like Sharon screaming as she tries to push through the crowd. Yelena and Kate seem to be shouting over the crowd for help, to an unimpressed Natasha. Loki is on his back on the floor, John landing punch after punch into his face. There is so much blood - and you swear you can hear the crunch of bone even over the music and screaming. 

“Loki,” you rasp, your voice still recovering from being choked. Fighting harder against the grip, it only tightens, pulling you away from the kitchen. “Stop! He’s gonna kill him!” You protest. 

Suddenly you are spun around, pinned against a wall a few feet away from the kitchen and the gathering crowd. You look up at your captor, and are surprised at the sight that meets you. Bucky Barnes eyes you with worry, his hands gently holding your shoulders against the wall. Had he been the one who had rushed over while you were close to choking to death? Your mind is swimming, the screaming and shouting to your side making you wince. You are still waiting for him to speak, to explain himself. How had you not noticed before? How had you not realized one of the arms wrapped around you was metal? Bucky wets his bottom lip before speaking up. 

“You go running in there, you’re gonna get yourself hurt, or worse,” He rasps, eyes momentarily shifting to the crowd of shouting and screaming people, meeting Steve who watches the two of you with an annoyed expression. Was he annoyed at you for this? Surely he couldn't blame you for John’s insanity? Your eyes snap back to Bucky, who unlike Steve, seemed to be wearing a concerned expression. Was he concerned for you, or was the lack of oxygen making you weak in the knees?

“He’s gonna kill him,” You repeat, common sense finally coming back to you. Behind Bucky you can see Wanda, Sam and Natasha eyeing the interaction, not lifting a finger to help Loki. Trying to push Bucky away, he just shakes his head at you. “Fuck. You do something then!” 

Bucky laughs lowly at that, eyes sweeping over your face, before resting on your neck where a red mark is starting to develop. What was he looking for? Whatever it was, you weren’t sure. With a sigh, he pulls away, running a hand through his hair, a conflicted look on his face. 

“Fine. I’ll help Laufeyson.” He says, motioning Steve over who just frowns in response. You had heard from Thor and Jane that Loki had history with Bucky and Steve. They had never elaborated on what and you had never asked. Now you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a strong enough grudge that they would sit by while Loki was beaten.

“Thank you,” You gasp, a hand going to rub your neck. 

“No…” Bucky drawls, looking between you and the fight. “I’m not doing this for Laufeyson. I’m doing this for you, siren.”

You blink in confusion, unsure if you heard him correctly. He seems to chuckle a bit at your confusion, tongue going to wet his bottom lip again. You gulp silently, silently thanking yourself for leaning against the wall so you have some kind of support. Bucky leans in, muttering into your ear. 

“Stay here.”

You try to keep your breathing steady, part of you swears he could hear your thundering heart if he leans in any closer. Before you can reply Bucky has already stalked off to split up the fight.

Chapter Two

#bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #fanfic #marvel #mcu fic #marvel fic #angst angst angst #au #marvel au #avengers #avenger au #avengers fic #steve rodgers x reader #steve rodgers x y/n #captain america #steve x reader #steve rodgers x you #bucky x steve x reader #bucky x female reader #steve x female reader #face the music

[bolontiku]

"If They See"

Avengers AU - Quick Fic

Characters: Thor, Reader, Steve (mentioned), Tony (mentioned)

Posted: June 25th

A/N: here is another draft dump

WARNINGS: a smidgen of angst, mixed feelings due to noncommunication

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

Thick fingers wrapped around your waist and you looked at Steve before you were dragged away. The captain calling out to Thor who grinned over his shoulder at the other blond as he easily maneuvered your smaller frame through the crowd.

"Flirting with the captain, my lady?"

You knew he felt the shiver that ran down your spine, it curled low and tightened as the tall asgardian pressed up against you. "You were busy," it was your defense, your only defense. But it was also true, the cities most prominent were at Starks party and every Avenger was told to be in attendance. PR stunts were always dreaded and Tony tried his best to keep them to a minimum.

Yet when you caught sight of Thor chatting it up with such a jaw dropping woman something inside you cracked. It wasn't serious between the two of you, it was just a way to pass the time. It's what you told yourself when you woke to an empty bed.

"Is that true?" He asked, pressing you into the wall behind you, hypnotizing lighting blue eyes burning into your gaze.

You looked away, his stare was too intense, there were people everywhere and you would be caught. "Thor-" you gasped as he nudged a knee between yours, the dress you wore pressed up. "THOR!" You whispered harshly, trying to bite back a squeal as one thick hand gripped your thigh and he slid it up, thumb gathering the material of your dress as he drove it further up. You caught at his wrist, mouth falling open around a quiet exclamation, he gripped your chin with his free hand, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Is this a problem my lady?" He asked, stepping closer and invading your space further.

You swallowed, "s-someone will see!"

He cocked his head to the side, nose bumping yours as his lips grazed yours, "and this is a problem?"

You choked back a moan, "if they see you w-with me-"

Thor watched, excitement running through him as you kept your hand on his wrist, keeping him from dragging your leg around his waist. It was because you held him back that he didn't take what he wanted right then. The sight of Steve smiling and laughing with you was not new, but when you reached out and ran a hand through his hair, when Thor saw the captain blush and smile at you in that way… something inside of him growled low and dangerously.

He knew you saw him differently. You kept him at arms length, like right now, you caught his shoulder in your free hand and turned away from him, it made that something inside snarl and snap, begging him to just take what was his. Thor wanted nothing more than that, but he wanted- needed you to need him just as much. "If they see us together, this is a problem?"

You squeaked when his teeth nipped at your earlobe. "I- uuuhhh-" his tongue followed the bite and your brain failed to process any thoughts, fizzling out as fire swept through your veins. "T-Thor… if they see us…"

"Mmmhmm?" He hummed low, gruffly, sedunctively; lips skating over the corner of your jaw before he pressed his lips along the curve of your neck, he grinned against your skin as he caught the back of your knee and jerked your leg up finally, you gasped as he pressed his hips against yours.

"Nnngh!" You pressed your face into his shoulder, a little sob escaping you.

Thor froze, "do you truly not desire me?" If this were the case he had read it all wrong and gone too far.

You clutched at him and took a small breath, "I do, too much I think."

Thor pulled back to look at you, a little difficult when you kept burying your face in his shoulder. "Tell me you do not want me as I do you and I will cease."

You pulled back at his words. "You want me?"

Thor's brows pulled together. "Have I not made myself clear? I have shared bed with none other than you, it is only you that I seek out and it is you that I worry of when we go to battle. Tell me, tell me that I do not cross your thoughts and I will.. I will not bother you again." He let go of you, taking a step back, worry evident in his eyes.

You felt your heart crack as he did, "I didn't think you cared."

Thor wanted to huff, yet watched as you struggled to keep still, hands gripping your dress, you kept from looking at him. Slowly and carefully he cupped your cheek and waited till you did. "Forgive me if I have given you cause to think this way. Let me be clear then, Y/N, I want no other than you. Let others see that it is you that causes me to forget all, you that makes me lose thought when you speak to any other male; and it is you that, for all it is worth, has my heart."

He spoke so softly and honestly that you couldn't breathe. You nodded. Nodding again when he tipped his head towards yours in question, "how can I follow that?" You asked, tears falling even as you struggled to keep from crying.

Thor chuckled and leaned in, "just say the words my lady," he breathed against your lips as one hand wrapped around the base of your neck to pull you into him.

"I love you Thor," you answered before he crashed his lips against yours.

"Hey, hey! None of that! There are too many eyes here!"

Thor dragged himself from you to see Tony himself standing not a few feet from the two of you. "Stark-" You pressed your face to his chest and Thor caught himself. "You are right-"

You cried out as he swept you up into his arms with ease. "THOR!"

Tony burst into laughter.

"Have a good evening Stark, there is something I need to speak with my lady about in private."

Tony waved a hand and turned, "guess tonight the ladies will be mine!"

Thor grinned as you peeked at him, face hot, as he took long strides to the nearest elevator. "A long, long conversation. One that will take all night and perhaps the better part of the day?"

You shook your head at him. "You are impossible!"

"I am a God"

"One that I am in love with."

Thor paused, "say it again."

"I love you."

Thor growled before he headed for the stairs, "a very rigorous night of conversation-"

"The elevator?!"

"Takes too long-"

You laughed as the stairwell door shut behind the two of you, the chatter of the party stifling any other noise.

#if they see #thor #thor x reader #thor odinson #avenger au #quick fic #draft dump

[theravenclawlover]

Welcome to the Industry of Porn

Parings: Avengers X Female!Reader

Warnings: +18, heavy smut, the usage of the following words: c*nt, wh*re, sl*t, and others, drinking, slight angst in later chapters, fluff if you squint, and my English as usual.

Summary: AU where the Avengers are Pornstars. It’s pretty self-explanatory.

Word Count: 4,321

Chapter: 15

Chapter Title: Aren't You Glad To Be Alive?

A/N: Alright, the next one is out babes. Enjoy.

Friday had come in the blink of an eye. From the moment your father had told you that you were a terrible liar,  you couldn’t remember a single thing that happened afterward. The two days before your birthday were honestly a blur of faces coming in and out of your room while you sat on it contemplating why life was being cruel to you. You knew were being fed, or maybe you weren’t hungry anymore because your stomach didn’t feel unusual unless you count the amounts you had tried to stop the bile from coming out your mouth whenever you thought about your parents finding out about your life. Those two days had been awful, and you were glad they had come and gone as fast as they did so you could separate yourself from the impending feeling of doom that seemed to grab you by the neck. Or at least that’s how it felt to you.

Cassie had been taking care of you the second you shut down in front of your friends and the crew. You had fainted after you had managed to tell them that your father was alert that something was definitely off. Pietro had grabbed you the second your knees gave out, and he had carried you all the way to your room while Cassie tried to keep Wanda, Steve, Bucky, Thor, and Sam calmed while they trailed behind Pietro. Cassie had postponed the shoot for the next day as no one was in the mood to try to get the vibe going again after seeing you collapse. It was going to be a little hard. While Cassie made sure you were okay and told Pepper to make sure Tony didn’t find out until after he was done with your parents. Once everyone had changed back to their normal clothes and tried to get things done while they waited for you to wake, Cassie came out of your room to practically turn enraged because her only thought was that Sharon had to pay for what she was doing to you. It had taken both Steve and Bucky to calm her down while Thor made her chamomile tea.

“This is on her. She’s an evil bitch. A fucking psycho!” Had been her words. No one could deny it, and even if Peggy looked remorseful, she couldn’t come up with anything to defend Sharon. The blonde woman had marked herself an enemy by those who she once had been friends with.

You hadn’t made an attempt to wake up until the next day after lunch. Cassie had to shake you awake because everyone was getting worried that you had been out for almost twenty-four hours straight without a single muscle moving. The only reassurance that you were alive was your faint breathing. You were disorientated and Cassie knew you weren’t aware of anything that was happening around you. She was sure you weren’t even going to remember the bath she had given you with the help of Natasha and Wanda. Or the times that Loki, Scott, or Tony had brought some food for you which they made sure you ate while Cassie fed you. Everyone was worried because they couldn’t understand how you had put yourself in such a state of mind. But no one was blaming you for wanting to just escape from what was happening around you. But when Friday morning rolled around, they had been praying that you were willing to get out even for a minute for you to be able to realize that there were things to be done.

That morning you woke up to see Cassie, Wanda, and Nat on her bed sleeping, while the floor was a mess of pillows and blankets where the guys had found themselves crashing while Loki took property of the sofa. You looked around without making a sound. You saw your phone on your nightstand. You tapped the screen to see that it was only seven in the morning. And it was Friday. Your birthday. You had been alive for twenty-two years.

You looked around for a safe place to walk so you could go to the bathroom as the need to pee grew a little too fast. You put your foot on the cool tile before setting your other foot down in hopes of not waking anyone as you tip-toed to the bathroom. You shut the door behind you quietly. You turned the light on and were received with the reality of how you looked when your eyes met your reflection in the mirror. You looked like you felt, like shit. Your hair was a mess, your eyes were red like you had smoked a joint that had been a little too strong, your skin looked dry, as did your lips and your face was nothing to what you had grown to see; you weren’t happy.

You sighed before you turned to shower. You rid of everything and after setting the water settle into a nice warm flow, you went in and let the water claim your tired body. You closed your eyes and stood there as you ignored every other sound that wasn’t the sound of the water splashing on the floor or the walls or the glass door. Your mind was blank, empty, quiet, but that didn’t stop you from quietly letting some salty tears escape your eyes as they mixed with the water. No sound came out of you, no movement registered from you, there was nothing but a weird moment of you just feeling like utter shit without shame.

You have no idea how long you stood there, but when the water had turned cold, you started to actually wash yourself, ignoring the slight ache on the sole of your feet and the ache on your knees and legs. The water had turned almost freezing by the time you were done. You grabbed a towel and dried yourself before putting back your clothes without the underwear you had been wearing. You quickly brushed your teeth and tried to hydrate your face and skin before stepping out of the bathroom to see that everyone was awake and waiting for you with some breakfast and balloons.

“Happy Birthday, Y/n!” They all said in unison. They didn’t shout but their voices joined to the point that it had felt like they had.

You gave them a small smile but didn’t meet anyone’s eyes as things started to settle with you. They had been taking care of you, there was no denying that as you looked around the room. You noticed things you hadn’t seen when you awoke. Like you hadn’t noticed that there were some bags from carryout that had been hidden from view. There were charges plugged in almost around the whole room with things that weren’t yours or Cassie’s. They had been here for a while making sure you were okay. It would explain why they had been sleeping on the floor, why you weren’t wearing the clothes you remember last wearing, or having your hair not feel as dirty as it should have been.

You didn’t notice when the tears started streaming down your face, but they became obvious when a sob escaped from your lips and your hands trembled a bit when you went to cover your mouth. You heard shuffling but you didn’t raise your head as you stood there trying to suppress your cries, but it was futile when you felt arms around you.

“Hey, it’s okay, peaches. You’re okay,” whispered Cassie as she rocked you. You hugged her back.

“Thank you,” you whispered to her, but it carried in the quiet room. You were thankful, really, you were. No one had ever cared for you in the ways they all did. A group of people who you would have never thought would be your friends had gone to lengths to make sure you were okay after you had shut down. It had been new to them, and new to you. But they didn’t leave you, they were there for you.

“Thank you,” you said a bit louder as you looked at the group of friends that still stood looking at you. They gave you bright smiles as they understood this wasn’t because they had remembered your birthday.

“No problem, sweetheart. We’re here for you no matter what,” said Wanda as she gave you her usual smile that never failed to make you smile. Which you did, and this time they all smiled even brighter.

"Well, would you look at that,” said Scott as he grabbed a muffin with a candle from the tray of food that was on your bed. He walked over to you as he turned it on, “we missed that smile. Now, how about you blow out the candle and make a wish? But no pressure, it’s not like we’re starving or anything.”

You chuckled as you let go of Cassie who hadn’t let go of you until you had wanted it. You grabbed the muffin before looking at every face that was there with you. You closed your eyes and with one big inhale, you thought of your wish, and at the exhale the little lit candle went out in hopes of granting your wish.

The morning was peaceful, to say the least, no one had brought up the past couple of days, nor had you asked about them. The only conversations that carried on were about how the evening was to play out. After all, dinner with your parents was still a thing. Your parents had called around midday to wish you a happy birthday and your sister followed after exclaiming how annoyed she was that she couldn’t be there. You, on the other hand, were glad that she was at home as far away from all this drama. You didn’t think you could have lied for too long to your sister, you both grew up telling each other everything, especially after you realized that your little sister was your only friend back home. Before you went off to college you and she were best friends, now, you missed those simpler days.

When the time to get ready rolled around, you did not want to leave the comfort of your clothes before having to wear a dress that you had bought for a special occasion. And Natasha had decided that your birthday dinner dimmed properly of it. The girls had opted to get ready in your room. And so, now, instead of looking like a normal room, it looked like the backstage of a strip club with the number of clothes everywhere, the vanity littered with makeup and the lights, and the music.

“Come on, Y/n. You need to get ready, so come on. Sit here while we take care of everything. Your job for tonight is to smile, eat, laugh, and open presents. Easy as that.” Cassie dragged you to the chair. You sat on it and let them do whatever they needed.

“Make sure she looks perfect. She needs to shine today. I mean, it’s her birthday, the attention is on her tonight,” said Peggy as she tried on her tenth dress. She looked at it before turning to look for another dress. Wanda kept trying to look for something that matched the new shoes she had bought.

“She will. Use glitter, she looks cute with glitter,” said Wanda as she grabbed a black skirt that seemed to make her happy.

“Yes, glitter. Just don’t make her look like a disco ball,” said Natasha as she handed Gamora some shoes that matched the elegant yet slutty jumpsuit she wore.

“I think she’d make a cute disco ball,” she said with a grin as she turned to you. You rolled your eyes before turning to Cassie who had started to organize what she needed.

“Don’t make me look like a disco ball.” She laughed before she turned your head toward the mirror and began.

By eight o’clock, everyone was ready. Wanda had opted to wear the black plaided skirt which looked great with the high black boots she had bought, a plain black crop top, a jean jacket, and star jewelry as her head was up in a tall ponytail. Natasha had chosen a tight deep red dress that showed her middle as the top crossed which lifted her breast beautifully as her wavy medium-length red hair was free. Gamora wore her jumpsuit of deep green with her black hair slid back which made her purple streaks vibrant. Peggy wore a blue dress that looked between formal and sexy as the sleeves were see-through which gave it that less formal look. Cassie had chosen a pink velvety bodycon dress that match her soft makeup. While you had been dressed in a silky backless lilac dress that in the light seemed to shine just like the glitter on your eyelids did. You looked like you were about to go out to a disco, but in reality, you were going to one of the best restaurants in L.A. if not the most expensive one. Tony had offered to pay, but your parents had insisted on paying at least half of the night. Your parents could afford it, not like they liked to brag about how they had enough money to get reserve a table of almost thirty people for a Friday night. They didn’t like to spend, but when they did, they had the privilege of not thinking much about how much they were spending. That was one of the things that annoyed you when you came to college. They could have made your life a little easier by just giving you money at every call you need it, but you had been raised to make your own money and never depend on someone. It had helped, but you could still sulk about stupid things like that. Not that you did often. Or ever really. Besides, that money mostly went to house expenses and was saved up for trips or emergencies. Or like your mother like to joke about, in case of their death. She always made a joke out of it, which was weird. But you were used to her dark humor.

When all of you had gone down to meet the rest of the group, you were surprised to see that every single guy looked sharp and practically dripped sex appeal.

“Well, all of you look radiant,” said Loki as he scanned all of you with his sharp eyes. You blushed as all the guys had been doing just that to all of you.

“We should get going, the limousine is here and waiting.” Steve prompted everyone to get in, and soon all of you were chatting and laughing as dinner awaited. Your parents were with Tony and Pepper in the restaurant, which you were glad about because they had been the ones to keep your parents busy this whole time. Making sure everything went well.

When you arrived, you were surprised to see that while the other restaurants were almost full, the one you were going in, was mostly empty with only your parents, Tony, Pepper, Jarvis, and the restaurant staff. But that thought went away as soon as everyone started to fill in the restaurant.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart! Oh, I can’t believe my baby is so big. I can still remember the day you were brought home from the hospital. You were nothing but a small thing that wouldn’t stop fussing about until you were in someone’s arms,” said your mother as she gave you a tight hug. She sounded like she was on the verge of crying, and you did your best to make sure that didn’t happen.

“Oh mom, please, no tears. Come on, let’s get settled.”

To your surprise, the night had begun with a great note. You had been surprised to see that the section where all of you were going to sit had been reserved and that it had been set up beautifully. A table was filled with presents, another was filled with sushi, another with assortments of appetizers, and the bar had an open tab—thanks to Tony—which everyone took advantage of. Music was softly playing in the background, but it was drowned by the live chatter. You couldn’t even understand how depressing days that had come before this were practically forgotten and erased as you smiled like never before, as you felt good, as you felt loved, and as you felt like things were going to be fine. No one had even ordered food until your parents had suggested for everyone to order before it got too late. You felt bad for the waiters as they jotted down the never-ending flow of orders. There were three servers, and a total of six people serving food and taking plates away. But you knew they weren’t going home without a good tip. You were going to make sure of that, after all, you still remember the horror stories some of your old college friends told you when they worked as servers.

The food was amazing, you had only been at the place once before and it had been with Loki and Cassie during one of your impromptu lunch outings, but for some reason, the food tasted before tonight. When the chatter had been reanimated again with stories about you and old embarrassing childhood stories, you were surprised with the staff bringing out a beautiful cake as they sang to you. Everyone joined in, their phones out as they recorded or took pictures of your special day. You tried not to cry as you felt overwhelmed at the love they were showing you. You honestly felt lucky as you blew candles for a second time that day.

“Come on, honey, it’s time to open your presents!” said your mother as she brought you a random gift from the table. You grabbed it with childlike joy and quickly unwrapped it. You received a couple of chuckles as you couldn’t help your energy send waves of joy to everyone around you. The present was from Tony and Pepper. You opened it to see a beautiful box from Bulgari. You looked inside to find the most beautiful earnings you have ever seen.

“Oh, my lord. Tony, Pepper, these are beautiful!” you said as you stood up from your chair to give them each a hug. They received it with smiles and Tony played it off as if it had been nothing when you knew he was spending a ridiculous amount of money on you when had been nothing but a pain in the ass with your parents' unexpected visit.

Soon, you were opening another gift, and another, and another, and it felt never-ending as you kept being showered with presents that you didn’t know how to take. You weren’t one to receive love this way, and it honestly was too much for you when you were feeling so delicate. You couldn’t stop saying ‘thank you’ or ‘you guys, this is too much’ at every moment. But no one cared as they did nothing but enjoy the smile on your lips and the bright spark in your eyes they had thought had gone out.

Almost two hours later, you had finally taken pictures here and there while you finished opening your presents. You had sat down after giving Pietro and Wanda a big hug after receiving two of the latest lightsaber hilts that you had wanted to buy to add to your collection. You thought it over with the presents until one of the servers came over with an envelope.

“Ma’am, this was left for you. It was instructed to be your last present of the night,” the man said as he signaled some of the other staff members to come in. They brought a computer set up to a Tv.

“Mom, Dad, tell me you didn’t do a sappy slide show for this. Because, I will cry,” you said after thanking the man and turning to your parents. They turned to look at you with questioning looks.

“No, sweetie. Your father didn’t want to embarrass you, so we didn’t do any of that,” said your mother. You looked back at your friends, and you noticed that they had the same confused look. You looked at the staff finishing up. The Tv and computer displayed a collage of photos. All of them were pictures of you and your friends with smiles and no care from the world. But you quickly noticed that all those pictures were on your blog.

A sinking feeling overcame you and your hands began to tremble as your parents couldn’t help but comment and laugh along with funny pictures. You looked back at your friends, but they didn’t seem to share the same dread that you did. You glanced down at the envelope that had been given to you. Your trembling fingers opened it to reveal a birthday card.

‘Happy Birthday, sunshine! Today is your day, and just like you, it will be nothing but light!’

It was cheesy enough, but the handwritten note at the bottom made you sick to the stomach.

‘Have a grand night, sunshine. You deserve it. And you deserve nothing but a grand debut on your day. Hate, S.’

The sushi you had eaten earlier threaten to come back up as you finished reading the note. You looked up just in time to see yourself on Tv talking to the camera.

“Hi! Welcome to my vlog! I hope you can find here a little special behind the scenes about my life here at Stark Industries. You will be seeing some crazy stuff that me and my friends do on a daily! Enjoy!”

You felt eyes on you as you couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. At least now your friends knew why you were too quiet.

The next video was you and Cassie just talking about your living quarters, but it quickly turned into videos of every time you and your friends did something stupid. But something told you that Sharon was not just going to show your parents the cute stuff you had on your vlog, and your fears had been confirmed when the next video was you in one of your first sets.

“So, here we are in the studio ready to shoot,” the version of you on Tv turned the camera to show Bucky entering coming from behind the bunch of cameras that were pointed at you. He walked to you and smiled at your camera, “say hello to my viewers Mister.”

“Hello, viewers.” He smiled brightly before taking the camera from you and turning to show you wearing your spy costume which was a little too tight. “Well, would you look at that, you look gorgeous. The camera loves you. Y’all better watch the video once it comes out. Nothing but good stuff.”

“Don’t spoil it for them. Come on give me the camera back,” you had laughed as you took the camera away from him and turned it back to you. “Well, I better get going. We’re about to start, but don’t worry, I’ll show you the aftermath.”

You felt the color of your face leave you when the next thing popped up. You and Bucky were in the room where you had showered. Both of you are in your white robes.

“Are you recording?” asked Bucky as he dried his hair with a spare towel. You responded with a nod of the camera which he laughed at. “Doll, we just finished fucking each other’s brains out in front of like four cameras, and now here we are. More cameras. Don’t tell me you want an exclusive for your fans.”

There was no way in hell you didn’t look green as you felt bile raise up to your throat. There was no way in hell you were taking your eyes off the screen as the next clip came which made matters worse because it was a video of Cassie whispering to the camera while in the background moans and the sound of skin slapping were heard in the background. You barely registered the words she had whispered to the camera as she laughed to herself.

You felt the eyes on you. You felt their gaze on you. You could feel the shock and disappointed rolling off of them like waves and they crashed on you like you were the rock that disrupted the peace of the sea.

There was nothing in life that could have prepared you for this moment. Nothing could have told you that the night wasn’t going to end up with happy smiles and glorious success.

You didn’t notice the shouts to turn the Tv off as Cassie stood up to ask the staff about how they came in possession of the envelope and the setup. You didn’t notice how Tony and Pepper tried to keep your parents at bay as your father insisted on an explanation about what was happening. You didn’t notice the moment Bucky and Steve had asked Peggy about the last time she heard from Sharon. You didn’t notice the second Peggy had told them that she hadn’t heard from her. You didn’t notice when Thor, Loki, Scott, and Pietro tried to give you water or when they took the envelope from you, or when they noticed that you were pale. And you definitely didn’t notice the second you had lost feeling of your body as you fainted. You missed when Loki and Pietro had stopped you from hitting the floor, how your mother shouted for someone to call an ambulance as you had gone pale because she had turned to talk to you.

But they all had surely missed how Sharon—from across the street, at another restaurant—watched with a smirk, a glass of red wine in her hand, how a perfect night had gone to hell.

WELCOME TO THE INDUSTRY TAGLIST: @ginger-haired-queen @arianabrashierstuff @stylessugarhigh (@kiszkastylehigh) @hanaamara @fckdeusername @mimilie98 @duskangxls @pigwidgeonxo @kteelou @actuallybibis @hallecarey1 @biiskuitx @coryisagee @camelliaflow3r

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @cnco-ravenclaw-46 @musiclover812 @teapartydreams

#theravenclawlover #18+ #mcu #marvel #smut #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #reader insert #captain america #sam wilson #sharon carter #peggy carter #tony stark #pepper potts #avenger au #marvel au #female reader #drama #angst #comedy #scott lang #loki #Thor #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #peter parker #Gamora #peter quill #stephen strange

[gamerbearmira]

Avenger au:

Mirabel had the power to use her families gifts herself snd they'd still have them at the same time. She ran away when she was six as the family ignored her(it took them about two months to realise) and Tony stark adopted her, he introduced her to the others and she showed her powers but she has little control so they help her learn to control it, her involuntary visions cannot be stopped and she doesn't always she something and she gets warning signs like dizziness, nausea,weaker. They eventually learn these can be caused by stress ir if she hasn't done a vision in the space of three months, the worst ones can leave her sick and unable to move very much so they have ti he careful,

I'm on the second iron man film, me and both my parents are watching them all when this idea came to mind.will definitely by updating this idea, this is just the starting plan but I'm gonna post it on wattpad, I'll share link if I find out how(probs Google how) and I'm gonna go watch this film now

6 MONTHS…WHAAAATTTT 😦 cool AU. Again, not a Marvel fan, so I’m not familiar with the lore. But 6 months. GAH DAYUM

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #avenger AU

[buckyalpine]

Bucky giggles

Could you imagine the first time people hear Bucky giggle. Not a belly laugh, not a chuckle, not a snort or a cackle. A giggle. The cutest, most adorable giggle with the nose scrunch and shy smile and flushed cheeks. Sam paused mid sentence, doing a double take before staring back at Tony.

“Did-did you just hear that?”

Tony’s face scrunches into something between a cross of amusement and confusion when he hears it again.

“The man who threw me off a roof is giggling”

“He almost shot me in the face” Tony snorted, the both of them watching Bucky scroll through a phone he just learned to use. He’s blissfully unaware he’s the current centre of attention, fully invested with scrolling through tiktok. He’s splayed out on the couch like a baby while his head rests on your lap, nearly purring in between his giggles when you card your fingers through his hair.

“He’s like a house cat. A really large, has the ability to kill us all from miles away, house cat” Sam shook his head. You absolutely love when he giggles because it’s not often. It’s when he’s relaxed and happy without a care in the world, comfortable enough to let his guard down. He comes the sweetest puppy ever and it melts you every time.

“You’re so cute, baby” you lean over to peck his nose causing another adorable sound to sneak out, his cheeks blushing even more “the absolute cutest”

#bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #soft bucky barnes #soft bucky #bucky barnes fan fic #beefy bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #marvel fluff #avengers fluff #bucky barnes au #cute bucky barnes #marvel imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes drabble #bucky x f reader #bucky x you #marvel fanfics #avengers fanfic #avengers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #Bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fan fiction

[marvelouslizzie]

Pretty Little Thing - co-written with @notafunkiller

Summary: Your long-time crush, Bucky Barnes, is a regular at the bar where you work, and tonight, it's impossible to avoid serving him for the first time.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: +18, alcohol, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: @notafunkiller and I merged our separate ideas into one and this is the outcome. It was so much fun to write. We hope it'll me the same while reading too.

All work is ours, please do not repost or translate without our permission.

Every like, comment, and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message us. Unless it’s hate. That’s never welcome.

You thought this night would be calm and easy, that nothing significant would happen. All that changed when Bucky Barnes set foot in the bar. It’s not his first time here by any means, but until now you successfully managed to avoid him by asking the other bartender to serve his side. This time, unfortunately, you are working alone. It’s a slow night, so there’s no way you can really avoid him.

You watch him find an empty place and sit down, and you really don’t know what to do. You can feel yourself sweating already. You are so nervous. Not because you are afraid of him or anything. He doesn’t look scary. Not to you. You are afraid to embarrass yourself in front of him, but you should be able to ask for his order and serve it without messing it up. That’s not so hard. 

Just keep it simple, you tell yourself.

“Hey, what can I get you?”

Bucky looks up from his phone straight into your eyes, and you freeze a little.

“Hello, do you... a draft beer, please.”

His answer confuses you. That’s not his usual order. 

“You sure you don’t want something stronger? We have that bourbon.” You curse yourself internally for paying attention and not being able to hold your tongue.

He raises his eyebrow surprised. “How do you know that? There is no way you served me any drinks cause I would remember you.”

He frowns as soon as he finishes speaking. Maybe you helped your colleague or maybe you were informed about what he drinks just in case he showed up. He’s still the Winter Soldier after all.

“I never served you before.” You say with a shy smile. You hope this is enough of an answer for him.

“Do I look like a bourbon man?” He asks playfully before giving you a smile that transforms his face a little, softening his features. 

“You look like you enjoy quality stuff, and between you and me, our draft beer is shitty.”

That comment makes him chuckle. You’re so distracted by his face that you don’t notice how his eyes fall straight to your breasts.

“Thanks for the tip. Normal beer then?”

“If you insist.” You smile and open the small fridge under the bar where you keep some of the beers. You quickly open it and put it right in front of him, not realizing that gesture shows off your bartender skills a little bit.

He doesn’t look away from you as he takes a big sip before placing the bottle on the table quickly.

“For how long have you been working here?”

“For the past year.” You avoid making eye contact while drying some of the freshly washed glasses.

“Oh.” He sounds kind of taken aback. “I’m surprised you never served me. I’ve been coming here for what? Seven months?”

“Eight.” You bite your bottom lip as soon as the word slips out, trying to shut yourself up so you won’t mess up even more. What were you thinking? Well, you weren't…

His eyes immediately glow, and you wonder if you fucked up for good.

“So you’ve been keeping an eye on me?” He brings the bottle to his mouth and before you can say anything, you watch him finishing it in one go.

“I just noticed you.” Of course, you kept an eye on him, but you played it down a little.

“Well, I didn’t notice you,” he says regretfully. “And I wonder how. I am pretty aware of my surroundings... especially if they are full of beautiful people like you.”

You can’t help but blush, yet you try to sound unaffected. You don’t know if you succeed or not, though.

“This place is usually so crowded and full of… people. So it’s normal.”

“Neah,” he denies immediately. “Have you been hiding or something?”

“I was just on the other side of the bar.” And you were trying to hide from him, saving yourself from this embarrassment because you knew if you talked to him you would fuck up. You were right.

“So I was on the wrong side this whole time.” He shakes his head. “Another beer, please, doll.”

“The same?” You ask while trying not to dwell on the pet name he uses.

“Yes, please. And one drink for you. Whatever you want, if you are allowed to drink, of course.”

The way he offers to buy you a drink surprises you. You feel quite nervous, but you try to maintain your calm. He’s probably just being nice, right? 

“I am allowed to drink, but that’s not necessary.”

He pouts. “I didn’t mean you need to talk to me for it, doll. There are no conditions for this drink.”

“Oh.” You didn’t even think he would take it this way. “That’s not why I said it’s not necessary. I wasn’t worried about that.”

“Okay. Whatever you want... I won’t insist.”

“It’s just… I am allowed to drink whatever I want. You don’t need to pay for it.” You try to explain so he won’t take it the wrong way.

“Alright,” he says, a little distant, as you open up another bottle of beer and put it in front of him. 

“I just didn’t want you to pay extra when I can get it for free.” You don’t know why you are explaining yourself like this. It’s normal not to accept drinks from customers.

“It’s fine, I totally understand. Thank you!” He reaches for the bottle immediately.

You take a fancy glass out of the rack and pour yourself one of the ready-to-serve cocktails that your colleague prepared, right in front of him. He doesn’t say anything as he keeps staring at your hands.

“Thanks for the drink.” You say while putting the bottle away.

“Me?” He asks surprised. “Thought this is on the bar.”

“Well, you gave me the idea, and if you really insist on spending your money so unnecessarily, who am I to stop you?”

“That’s a good attitude.” He smiles again before bringing his bottle close to your glass. “Cheers to a good Thursday in a lovely company.”

You clink your glass with a smile on your face. It seems like he finally understood your intention, so you feel relieved. 

“How does that taste?”

“Don’t let the color fool you, it tastes really strong but delicious.” You look at him for a second and notice that got his interest. “Wanna taste it?” You offer your own drink to him, and he contemplates for a few seconds before leaning in.

“Yes, I am curious.”

You hand the glass to him. Your fingers touch for a second, and you get so excited that you worry about dropping the glass. It’s like your heart is in your throat.

“Your hands are cold,” he comments casually before taking a sip right from the spot covered by your lipstick. You gasp. You have no idea if he did it on purpose, but the way he’s drinking it… your body is responding to that so much. You clear your throat, trying to calm yourself down. 

“Delicious.” He smiles, handing back your glass, and you notice a bit of lipstick in the corner of his mouth.

It creates this internal dilemma. Should you just let him know about it or act like nothing happened and let him walk around like this? The second one could cause him a lot of embarrassment, and you don’t wanna be the reason for that. That’s why you suddenly find yourself leaning closer to him, just to wipe the lipstick off. He doesn’t move an inch, not jumping like you would expect, letting you touch him. When you realize what you are doing, you suddenly feel super self-conscious. 

“You…” You gulp down. “You have… lipstick on… just here.” 

You keep rubbing your finger against the corner of his mouth. You feel his stubble and how soft his lips are, but you try not to think about it. He chuckles, covering your hand with his. It surprises you so much that you freeze for a second. Then you look into his eyes, struggling to see if you made him feel uncomfortable or not.

“So considerate of you. Thank you.”

You move your hand away from his mouth but not away from his touch. Somehow you can’t find the strength to do that. 

What he does next, though, makes you completely breathless. He brings your hand to his mouth again, but this time he presses his lips gently against your skin, smiling right after. Your eyes open with surprise, feeling completely speechless, yet you don’t move away. You don’t even realize you are smiling slightly.

“Your hands are still so cold.”

“Yeah…” You try to speak, but it feels like your words are stuck in your throat. “They are always cold.”

“We need to change that.” He places another kiss on your hand.

*

He’s surprisingly nervous as he leads you to the living room. Based on his confidence back in the bar, you didn’t expect him to become so shy all of a sudden.

“Do you want some coffee?”

“No.” You answer quickly. The only thing you want is to feel his lips again but you keep that thought to yourself.

“What do you want then?” 

It’s obvious in his tone and the way he looks at you he doesn’t ask you about drinks.

“You.” You can’t believe you said this out loud, but it’s the truth.

He doesn’t need another push as he comes closer, grabbing you by the chin. Your lips crash together with an almost desperate hunger. He takes the opportunity immediately, getting his tongue inside your mouth in a fervent exploration. The sensation is electrifying.

You let him explore your mouth while you focus on his taste. It’s so unique and tasty, you just can’t get enough of it. Your hands slowly move toward the back of his head, pulling him closer.

“Fuck,” he groans when he feels your touch, breaking the kiss just to move his lips to your neck. 

“Mhmm… James.” His lips feel so good against your neck. It just sends a jolt of arousal through your body.

But then he freezes, with his mouth glued to your neck. You open your eyes confused wanting to ask him what happened, and that’s when you realize what you’ve just said.

“You know who I am?” His voice is a warm whisper against your skin.

“Of course, I know who you are.” You make it sound so natural as if there’s no way you wouldn’t know who he is. “You think I go to the houses of men I don’t know?” You say playfully.

“I didn’t mean that...” He raises his head from the crook of your neck just to look you in the eye. “I didn’t mean it offensively, I just wasn’t sure. I’m just stupid, I didn’t expect it.”

“I know who you are, James Bucky Barnes.”

“Fuck,” he groans, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip. “Say it again.”

“James Bucky Barnes or just James?”

He kisses you more desperately than before, his hands finding your hips as he gently grabs them, pulling you so close that you can feel his erection. You gasp so softly, but he hears it anyway, and you settle on his hard cock so it’s right against where you want it to be.

He moans. “Let’s go to the bedroom, doll.”

“Why?” You ask innocently as if you don’t know what he means. “Isn’t your couch comfortable enough?”

For him? Sure. But for you?

“The bed is better.”

“Okay.” You sound so obedient suddenly as you wrap your legs around his torso.

He immediately lifts you up without effort, and you smile, letting him carry you toward his room. He’s a super soldier after all. He closes the door with his foot as soon as you’re inside, then he gently puts you on the bed, like he’s afraid you might break. The way he’s acting is so endearing, but you want him to let go really badly. Even the manner he starts to take off your pants is too gentle.

You let him undress you the way he wants, though. Then you move closer to him, taking his clothes off, your movements not as gentle as his. You are impatient and needy. You see him holding his breath when you reach to touch his chest, close to where his metal arm begins, so you lean in to leave a kiss right there. You don’t know if you are crossing a line, but you have to. He should know that this is not something that would bother you, on the contrary, it turns you on even more. When he doesn’t move away from you, you keep kissing around his scars and his chest. Your hand is on his shoulder, gently caressing.

 “That feels so good, doll,” he says with a sigh before he grabs your waist. “but it's time for me to eat.”

You find yourself on your back so suddenly that you don’t even have time to react. He quickly settles between your legs and you understand exactly what he meant. He lifts them enough so you can rest them on his shoulders as he gets more comfortable on his tummy. You feel a hole in your stomach immediately. You can’t believe Bucky is between your thighs, about to eat you out.

He’s taking his sweet time at first, kissing down your thighs and even smelling you before he finally brings his tongue to your entrance.

“Come on, James. Don’t tease me.” You look down just to see him smiling.

“Why not? You seem to enjoy it.”

“I would enjoy it more if you stopped teasing and started eating.”

Surprisingly, Bucky doesn’t waste more time and properly starts to fuck you with his tongue. He’s not too quick, nor too slow with his moves, and you’re shocked when he brings his fingers to your mouth. 

“Need you to make them wet for me, please.” Even while saying that, he sounded a little too polite.

“On one condition,” you say, looking directly into his eyes. “Stop acting like I am made of glass.”

“But you kinda are.”

“I am not. Believe me.”

He says nothing, making sure to lick your slit before getting his tongue inside you again, his fingers, glued to your lips. You take it as a silent agreement and you open your mouth, suck his fingers, and let him wet them. When he thinks it’s enough, he gently takes them out and brings them right to your clit. He doesn’t touch it directly at first, teasing around it until you move your hips a little, needing to feel your clit stimulated.

“Please.” The way he’s taking his sweet time is so frustrating.

He lets his hand drop and instead of feeling his fingers on your clit, you feel his tongue at the same time he gets a finger inside you. You moan loudly, finally getting what you wanted from the start.

His other hand reaches for yours when he hears you grabbing the sheet, and you immediately hold it, enjoying how his cold metal feels. When you feel the second finger and he scissors both of them inside you, you’re shocked by how close you suddenly are. You can’t help but arch your back and move your hips, needing it faster.

He reads the signals pretty quickly and lets you use his mouth while he keeps pumping his fingers. It doesn’t take long for you to gasp, moan, and start to shake because of the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“James! Shit. I’m- gonna… ahh… come.”

You moan louder than you expected, dropping your head against his sheets, possessed by a great wave of pleasure. You want to tell him not to stop anything, but you can’t. And you don’t need to as he keeps licking and fingering you while you ride your orgasm out, prolonging it as much as possible.

When it’s done, you are feeling so good yet you are hungry for more. You raise your head a little and see Bucky still between your legs, but this time his beard is covered with your slick. He looks so handsome. His blue eyes are shining and his hair is all messy. It makes you wanna kiss him and that’s exactly what you do. You reach down to him, and he meets you in the middle, kissing you the way he was just eating you out: with passion and hunger.

He’s less gentle than before as you feel his hands grabbing your breasts, but it’s still not enough. You cover his hands with yours and push him to grab them harder than before. You let out a muffled moan while kissing him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You find yourself blushing like you two aren’t having sex. To mask your reaction, you reach out to his hard cock, gently grabbing it.

“Oh god,” he groans as he instinctively squeeze your breasts harder.

“Mhmm, yes.” You lean into his touch. “Just like that.”

Bucky looks at you as if you said something shocking. Is he not used to communicating during sex?

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“You’re surprising me for someone so delicate.”

“I told you, I am not.”

He smiles. “Do you wanna help me put on a condom then?”

“I would love to, but…” You smile. “What if I told you I am clean and on the pill?”

“Fuck, I need you.” He kisses you suddenly. “Now.”

“I am right here.” It sounds so calming. “You can take me however you want.”

You’re not only on your back in the next second, but you also have his cock lined up at your entrance.

“Jesus, doll! For a pretty little thing, you’re quite nasty.”

“I just know what I want.” And this is it.

He nods, wrapping your legs around his ass at the same time he pushes inside you. In a second, your head is thrown back while you moan loudly. The way he fills you is so delicious. It makes you feel so full but not uncomfortable.

“You’re taking me so well already.”

“Please…” You raise your hips to create more friction. “Please, move.”

He brings his mouth to your breast a little before he starts thrusting, making sure to leave a small hickey right on top of it. It hurts so good, and you moan without holding back. It is music to Bucky’s ears. He just wants to hear it again, so he does it again.

“You want it rough, don’t you?” He thrusts harder than before. “You’re so needy.”

“Yeah.” Your voice is so shaky already. “I told you already.”

“Told me what?” He teases. “I don’t remember.”

“That I am not made of glass.”

“No, you are made for me.” He brings his hand to your face to move the hair strands that cover your eyes. “For my cock.”

“In that case…” You don’t know where the sudden rush of confidence comes from. “You are made for me. To fill me up.” You move your hips again, trying to fuck yourself on him.

“Oh, god. You’re so fucking wet,” he moans. “I am, I’m gonna fill you up so much.” He kisses you suddenly, your teeth almost crashing together because of the thrusts, but you don’t care.

“Can’t wait.” You tease him. “Don’t hold back, okay?”

He says nothing, letting his head drop a little so he can suck on your neck properly. He’s definitely fucking you harder. He pulls until he’s almost completely out of you before thrusting inside you again. And again. And again. It takes your breath away. The way it makes you feel is indescribable. You lose the little remaining control you had and just turn into a moaning mess. 

“Say my name, baby. C-come on.”

“James?” You sound hesitant even if you don’t mean to because you don’t know which name he wants to hear.

“Again,” he begs, his metal arm on your leg pushing it right against his ass.

“James!” This one comes out so naturally. No questions, no hesitation. You just breathe out his name with a moan.

“God, you look so beautiful. So pretty with my cock inside you.” His thrusts get faster, and you have no idea how he can speak so well while you’re a mess.

“I’m so close,” you can barely say without taking a breath in the middle of the sentence.

“What do you want?”

“Just… harder.”

“Like this?” He asks, suddenly thrusting a little harder than before. “Or like this?”

“This! Yes! Just like this!”

“You just want it hard.” He whispers against your ear. “What a dirty girl.”

You hear him, but you can’t respond. You are too busy coming all over his cock, and it feels like you are in heaven. He continues to fuck you as the pleasure fades away, murmuring how pretty you are and how good you make him feel before he comes, too, grabbing the bedpost behind you with his metal arm. It makes a clicking sound, but you don’t care, opening your still foggy eyes just to watch him.

There’s so much come. You can already feel it dripping out of you as he keeps fucking you. You expect it to end soon, but it doesn’t. It goes on and on. The way he loses control as he comes just triggers another orgasm out of you. You would be surprised how quickly you could come again if it didn’t feel overwhelmingly good. You can’t think about anything other than him and the way he makes you feel.

His come is getting all over your thighs and ass, and the bed, as he moans. “Kakaya khoroshaya devochka.” What a good girl.

You can’t help but laugh despite not understanding a word of what he says. “Is that Russian?”

He opens his eyes, and the blue you love is almost completely grey. “Yes.” He sounds confused, too. 

“What does it mean?” Your afterglow can’t overshadow your curiosity. “If you don’t tell me, this isn’t happening again.” You try to make it obvious you aren’t serious with your playful tone. Especially not after those orgasms.

“Look at you, little and feisty, blackmailing me.” He chuckles before leaving a kiss on your lips. “I told you what a good girl you are. I didn’t realize I spoke in Russian.”

You laugh a little. “Say it again.” You give him the cutest look. “Please?”

“Ty moya khoroshaya devochka.” He repeats softly. You’re my good girl.

You don’t even realize how content you look as you keep smiling.

“Now, I can get used to that.”

“Say my name again, please.”

You love the neediness in his voice. “James?” You tilt your head a little. “Or would you prefer Bucky?”

“Fuck, it doesn’t matter.” His thumb is suddenly on your lips. “I can get used to that, too.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #sebastian stan #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky x reader #bucky x you #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x f!reader #avengers smut #bucky barnes fluff #my stories

[mochie85]

Blue Christmas

One-Shots Masterlist | Complete Masterlist | Secret Santa Masterlist

Summary: You ask Loki to give you something special for Christmas. A/N: This is a Secret Santa gift for @divine-knight-hand. I wanted to give you everything you requested, my love, but I already wrote something similar a while ago. For the sake of not sounding repetitive, I altered your request just a little bit. I hope you still like it. However, please check out the other story because it checks off all your points! And is Christmas-themed! Mayari: If You Let Me. Also, sorry for the cringy title. I couldn't think of anything else. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: Over 2.7k Warnings: Explicit. Smut. P in V. Jotunn Loki (yes, cuz he's a whole warning!)

You crossed your legs as the last rays of the sun were trickling down on your body. Your book was discarded on the ground as the condensation from your Pina Colada dripped down onto the side table.

Loki had surprised you and whisked you away to the Fiji Islands for Christmas— no more crowded New York streets. No more dirty ice falling onto you from the splash of an oncoming taxicab. And certainly, no more missions and assignments till the New Year.

It had been an exhaustive nineteen-hour flight. Especially since he didn’t tell you anything he was planning. When you came home to your room earlier that day, you were greeted by Loki with two suitcases on either side of him.

“Merry Yuletide, Darling,” he said as he rolled your luggage over to you and kissed you on your lips in greeting.

“Loki- what?”

“No time to explain, we need to leave now in order to catch our flight,” he said ushering you out the door by patting you on the bum. You jumped up with giddiness, planting a lipstick-stained kiss on his cheek. He was always surprising you with little trinkets and excursions.

“Thank you, sir,” you said in a deep voice.

“Ooh, you dangerous nymph. Go on. I need my wits about me till we get on the plane. I can’t have you distracting me.”

“Then, after?” you asked luring him to a sinful promise.

“After,” he promised in the same breathy tone.

That was two days ago. Loki had kept his promise, and then some- inducting you both into the mile-high club several times over.

Now, here you were in a private villa surrounded by an infinity pool that stretched towards the Pacific, watching your godly boyfriend come out of the water. He ran his hands through his hair, combing the droplets from his tresses. Beads fell down the defined lines of his muscles causing you to heat up in the already balmy weather.

The sight of Loki, wet and in nothing but short swim trunks, was enough to make you convulse. You were sure that if Michelangelo had a model for David, it would’ve been Loki. And knowing Loki, you wouldn’t have been surprised if it was him.

He came up to you, lounging on your chair, and shook his wet hair in front of you to tease you. “St-stop!” you laughed as you playfully pushed him before you got completely wet.

“Awe, come on, Darling. I thought you liked me wet?” he charmed as he sat next to you and leaned in for a kiss.

“I have to admit, it is kind of refreshing.” You said as your hands guided themselves around his slick body. “It’s so hot here. I might need something to cool me down,” you tempted.

There was a flash of understanding in his face. Nights of hedonistic pleasure and anticipation of his moods taught you how to read him. If you weren’t so attuned to him- so zealously infatuated with him and his praise over you, you would have missed it. But you didn’t.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing. I just-” he paused for a second, trying to find the right words. “There was a reason why I chose Fiji.”

“You mean, the beautiful waters and sandy beaches weren’t enough of a reason?” you joked.

“It’s in the southern hemisphere. Which means that it’s summer here whilst still cold and winter back home.”

“Why would the season be an issue?”

“Contingency.”

“Contingency, for what?” you asked confused.

“It was about what you wanted for Christmas,” he answered slowly. Confusion still clouding your memory. Little bits and pieces of a long-forgotten conversation nipped at your mind as you tried to piece together what you had asked him to give you.

As if to remind you, Loki raised his hand and cupped your face. As he did so, his fingers turned a beautiful shade of blue. It was fair, yet sharp. It reminded you of the color of blue thistles on a cold afternoon.

As he touched your cheek, a shiver ran down your skin making you shudder for the first time since you arrived. Realization struck you as you remembered the conversation you two had a month ago.

“I think I know what I want for Christmas,” you lured him in. “And what is that, my Darling?” Loki said absentmindedly while looking through his mission briefing. “You." “You already have me,” he scoffed, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I meant…all of you…the other you…” you trailed silently. Loki looked at you bewildered. There were many nights he had dreamt of taking you in his other form, wondering how you would react to him. He’s postponed showing you this long because he was afraid of his feral nature. He would be at the mercy of his urges and base needs. Loki wasn’t quite sure how to ease you into that new situation. Would he be too much for you? Knowing your adventurous spirit, you wouldn’t mind having his beastly side take you. “Why, you little nymph. Now, why would you want to see that side of me, hmm?”

Excitement bubbled up inside you. “Loki, I-” you started, but he quickly put a finger to your lips to quiet you.

“I want this, Darling. And I want it with you. So, if at any point in time, you want to stop, you know our safe word.” You nodded your head enthusiastically and Loki chuckled. “But I should let you know, that…there was a reason why I’ve waited this long to show you. I become somewhat different when I change. Jotunns, in their very nature, are severe. Harsher. They have to be, to live in the climate they do, and survive.”

You sat there, fervently hanging onto every word Loki was saying. “We relied upon each other for strength, for warmth, basic needs…” Loki trailed off, tracing your lower lip with his cold finger.  “You can imagine the creativity we had in finding ways to keep our blood warm and stave off the frigid climate.” You nodded solemnly at his words as if they were gospel.

“If we do this, I need you to be in control. Do you understand me, Darling?” he asked, inching closer to you. You felt a shiver run down your body. You focused on his eyes as his lips weaved a spell for you to follow. “I won’t know how much is too much. How rough is too rough.”

Loki grabbed your hips and sat you on his lap. The sudden move made you yelp into his arms. “Sorry, my dear. You see, I’m already too excited. My body is reacting to you.” He ran his nose up and down your neck. His cold hands encircled your back, caging you on top of him. “I’ve wanted to take you like this for so long.” His hands entwined themselves with your hair and pulled as his lips met yours in a crushing kiss.

You held on tightly, with your legs wrapped around his waist, as Loki stood up and walked both of you to the edge of your bed. When he broke the kiss, you heard him moan before he continued to suck a bruise onto your neck.

You felt his body change. The hairs atop your skin began to stand as the temperature began to drop. The once-sweltering heat that prickled your skin was replaced by the cool tingles of his touch. It surrounded you and enveloped you in a cold caress. You finally understood the need for a warmer climate. With a slight force, he released you from him, falling onto the soft mattress below.

That was when you had your first glimpse of his true self. The beautiful shade of blue you had seen earlier spread throughout his body. His form was somehow sharper, more jagged. Yet still soft and giving. He had markings defined by fine lines and grooves. They traced over his muscles and sinew, highlighting the best parts of himself. You followed them with your eyes as it led your stare down to his protruding cock. Your jaw went slack as you noticed how hard he was for you already.

Loki watched you appraise him. Your wanton eyes grew darker, and your breathing got quicker. His senses picked up every reaction that your body was going through. He was prepared to confront your fear or disgust, but he couldn’t see that in your face. Instead, he saw hunger and need. He could smell your desire growing for him and it made him feral. He wrapped his hands around his shaft, stroking himself to the sight of you, ready and waiting on his bed.

Loki felt ravenous as he knelt over you on top of the sheets. He spread your legs apart, seating himself in between the warmth of your thighs. His heavy cock resting atop your wet cunt. His hands eagerly tore up your swimsuit as they explored and venerated your body. His lip’s sole mission was to mark bruises where his hands had trailed, following the chill of his touch.

“…Loki…”

“Shh, Darling. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me to,” he winked as he nipped the underside of your breast. Too many emotions. Too many thoughts. They were swirling at the forefront of his mind wanting to be said. His desire for you was overwhelming him.

In this form, he felt more primal. His emotions were stronger and almost frightening, but all he felt was fire. Everywhere. An all-consuming heat that wouldn’t dissipate until he had claimed you. His need for you was never as aggressive as it was right now. If he wasn’t careful, he knew he could easily hurt you. He needed you to be in control.

“Don’t stop,” you begged him.

“And what would you have me do my Darling?” he breathed onto your skin. “Tell me, and I will comply.” Loki was giving you the green light. The authority to take over because he wasn’t sure if he could be gentle enough not to harm you.

Oh, but the fire. The fire inside him wouldn’t relent. “Shall I force my cock down your throat till you gag for me to stop?” he suggested with a grin. You bit your lip and moaned as the image took hold in your mind. You moved your hips involuntarily, rubbing against his hefty shaft.

“Maybe I’ll edge you for the rest of our stay. Keep you here tied to our bed, my little slave, until I’ve properly bred you.” Loki seized your lips and held you down on the bed. His cold hands capture your wrist in an icy grip.

“S’cold,” you gritted.

“You can take it. You don’t mind a little bit of frostbite. Don’t you, my love?” He ground his hips as he bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder, leaving teeth marks in their wake. You felt his hard cock rub against your sensitive nub. It elicited the most erotic noise from your lips. Loki fought to keep his composure. With every moan you made, it got harder and harder for him to control his urges.

“I thought this was supposed to be my Christmas present,” you sighed, regaining some form of authority and clarity. You intertwined your fingers with his and signaled him to turn over with your hip. You pushed his shoulders down onto the bed as you straddled his waist.

Loki looked up at you in all your glory. Your beautiful face shining down with love and adoration was enough to heal the worry and anxiety he was feeling. “I want to admire my present,” you pouted as your eyes took all of him in.

His mischievous smile broke through as he raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head. “As you wish,” he hissed as the corded muscles in his biceps swelled.

You traced his beautiful blue markings down from his arms to his pecs. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered absent-mindedly, getting lost in the exploration of his body. Loki blushed at your words. He had never heard that word describe his Jotunn form before and it ignited a warm glow inside of him. Different than the fire, but still heated.

You leaned over him as your study led you to his neck and handsome face. You traced his dark lips as he opened them. His bright ruby eyes concentrated on you. “I love my present,” you whispered before you gently kissed him. “Thank you.”

Loki deepened the kiss, his tongue invading yours, as he wrapped his arms around you once again. His cold touch left a trail of goosebumps as he squeezed and grabbed your ass. He raised you slightly with one hand. And with the other, he guided himself into your entrance. The slick of your arousal coating the tip of his hard cock. “Are you ready for me?” he grunted. You nodded your head, keeping your lips on his, not wanting to break contact.

He thrust deep into your body. His heels held on against the mattress of the bed. He held your hips stable as he continued to drive upwards slowly- savoring how snug you were around him.  Every pull of your tight pussy made him moan your name. “…yes…”  he whined.

You sat up, holding onto his shoulders for support. “I need you, Loki,” you pleaded. Your nails dug into his dark skin as your hips took over his strokes. “…deeper…faster…”

“Take me then, Darling. Use me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wanted to do this for you. To be good for you. With each push of your hips, he unraveled each time. Crowning to a tight knot in his abdomen.

You waited patiently for him to open his eyes and see the love and pride you had for him. When he did, you were met with an intense sparkle of carmine. Desire and vulnerability shone through, swirling in his gaze. His brows furrowed with pleasure as he bit his lip. “…oh, fuck…” he cried.

You moved faster. Your swollen clit rubbed against his dark curls adding to the already heightened pleasure you were building. You took his hands from your hips and guided them up your body. You placed them over your bouncing tits and he squeezed- rubbing your hardened nipple with his thumb.

“That’s my good little whore,” he gasped. “You like it rough don’t you?” You squeezed tighter around him in answer and Loki couldn’t stop the wolfish grin on his face.

He swallowed thickly watching you enjoy his touch. “Loki” you screamed. The only indication that you had reached your climax and was about to topple over. You trembled over his body screaming his name over and over as you came down from your bliss.

“Don’t stop, Darling.” He pushed harder into you. “Ride me,” he commanded. Loki watched as you clenched around his hard cock- disappearing into your wet folds. The sight was enough to make him tremble.

God, he was so much bigger in this form. You had to push hard to meet the hilt of his shaft. You raised your hips and dipped back down eliciting the deepest groan fleeing his lips. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ good girl.” His head tilted back and the desire to claim you came back. He had to take you faster. Harder.

He dug his heels back into the mattress and slammed his hips upwards. The gasping air leaving your lungs, the wicked moans filling his ears. All of it coerced him to cum inside you- finally releasing his pent-up yearning. Loki couldn’t stop the moans or praises leaving his lips. Your name peppered in with teasing curses and praises.  “You always know how to make me feel good, don’t you, pet?” he prized as he took a deep breath to steady his exhaustion.

“Mmm, yes sir.” You kissed him ardently, taking his breath away from his already spent lungs. You trailed your kisses down to his neck and onto his panting chest. Each kiss made your lips tingle and chilly.

“We should probably get ready for dinner. What say you, my love?”

“Hmm? Maybe in a while…I’m not done playing with my Christmas gift yet.” You responded as your lips traveled further down towards his already hardening cock.

Loki smiled as he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of your warm tongue on his cool skin. “In a while,” he repeated. “Fuck…in a while.”

🏷️ @emarich7 @michelleleewise @coldnique @psychospore @lokisgoodgirl @silverfire475 @fictive-sl0th @springdandelixn @wheredafandomat @goldencherriess @peaches1958 @salempoe @thomase1 @kkdvkyya @a-witch-with-words @mischief2sarawr @sarawr-reads @vbecker10 @peachymallow @irishhappiness @cakesandtom @simplyholl @here4thefanfics @tallseaweed @holdmytesseract @immersed-in-mischief @joyful-enchantress @lokisninerealms @kikster606 @glitterylokislut @loz-3 @slytherclaw1227 @chantsdemarins @the-lady-amphitrite @eleniblue @km-ffluv @lokidokieokie @n3rdybirdee @melsunshine @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokischambermaid @cjand10 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @chrisevansmaindish ++

#Loki #Loki fanfiction #Loki imagine #Loki x reader #Loki x yn #Loki x you #fluff #angst #smut #Loki au #avengers Loki #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Odinson #Loki Friggason #christmas fic #loki fanfic #loki smut #xmas #holidays #secret santa #camille's secret santa 2023

[winterarmyy]

Kiss It Better

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of. 

Summary: In which the reader refused to let Bucky go down on her lately because she's embarrassed of the chafing marks on her inner thighs.

Pairing: avenger!bucky x female!reader

Words: 3.2k++

Warnings: 18+ contents, no minors allowed, nsfw, cunnilingus, cum eating, soft fluff, not much of angst but there's sprinkles of feels, body insecurities, bucky is in love and in heat tbh, i think he is particularly unhinged and filthy in this one but hey, you tell me. idk if i need to remind y'all about this but english is not my first language so my grammar are prolly fucked. Anyway--

Inspiration: Guess who felt a little soft and decided to wear a skirt to work? Yup, that would be me. No, because I commute to work (or basically anywhere) and there is quite a distance of walking in between the journey. Note that your girl here walk fast asf (basically running at this point).  And because them inner thighs ain't got no gap between them, so i got myself some blisters/chafing :') then i fell into a self-deprecating despair for the whole day and it hurts whenever i walk, at that time i just want Bucky to kiss it better. Fast forward a few days later, here we are.

Read my other works here: Masterlist

She could feel it. His burning gaze following her every move. Observing, calculating. And she knew that must not show any signs of discomfort; not on her face nor from the slightest jolts of her hips. She must not gave him a reason to question her.

She can't.

So she continue walking around their room, back and forth from the bathroom to the wardrobe, as if every step she took was followed by a burning sensation on her skin. She momentarily stood in front of the row of clothes hanging on the rack, her back facing the bed where Bucky had been sprawling on since she went in for a shower.

Honestly, she was standing there suspiciously 'too long', as if she was choosing an outfit for a date night, when clearly she was just getting ready for bed. When she realized that, she quickly pulled out a clean set of pyjamas and walk back into the bathroom.

Bucky's eagle eyes followed her figure, disappearing behind the locked door. His lips pursed as his cogs of thoughts spins around, trying to find answer a question that his lover keeps avoiding but it was useless.

He can't think straight. Especially when he was undeniably famished. He had not got a taste of her his sweet pussy for about 2 weeks now and he was quite literally about lose his fucking mind. 

When his sweetgirl refuses to go further than kissing and making out, of course he obliged. She has every right to 'no' and he respects her wishes. Then it happened again the next day. And the next. Then again, and again. 

Normally, people would've assumed that maybe she was on her period, and she is not comfortable having any sexual intimacy when menstruating. But, Bucky can tell that, that was not it. Because first of all, it was way too early for that time of the month, he knows her schedule.l very well. Second of all, he would've smell the blood if she was on her period.

Most of his senses are enhanced after all.

So, why was she avoiding it?

Bucky's is completely fine if sex was not something she wanted to do, but not even letting him eat her out? Now that's concerning. At least for him.

Because he needs her. He needs to suck on that needy little clit of hers, make it wet and swollen. He needs to lap on that sweet juices when she cums on his tongue.

Fuck. He's getting all work up now, thinking about it.

He swore that if this keeps going on, one of these days he might just spread his legs and fuck his fist on their bed while she's tied on a chair on the other side of the room. Maybe forcing her; seducing her, to watch his desperate cock become wet and messy would give her a clue of what he is feeling now.

Absolutely needy and deprived of that pretty little cunt of hers.

He was quite distracted with the filfthy thoughts until he heard the clicking sound of the bathroom door unlocked.

As she walked towards the bed, Bucky felt like his lungs stopped providing oxygen through his body, "Pretty." His eyes sparkled affection as the voice in his head echoed his thoughts. It wasn't that he have not seen her in those pyjamas before, he had. Many times in fact. The very same lavender set with tiny little cartoon cats printed all over the fabric.

The same ones that she wore when she came rushing to his side on one of those sleepless night. The time when she hold him close, distracting him away from the nightmare by asking the most random question of "You know, Bucky... These cats supposedly have the same expression, except for one. Do want to try and find it?"

He found it. It was near the hem of her right sleeve. And by that time, his nightmare was no where near his mind, the next thing he knew, he fell right back to sleep with her in his arms. It was his favourite pair of pyjamas that she ever worn.  Nothing compares.

A loving smile unconsciously appeared on his face when his lady threw a sweet smile at him as she walked toward the bed, "My baby's so pretty." He thought.

The grin on his lips lasted, but not for long. Especially when he saw the tiny frown on her face, the faltered steps and when he heard that brief sound of a painful hiss slipped out of her lips.

So the moment she sat down on her side of the bed, Bucky already had his hands on her. Arms instantaneously wrapped around her waist, before effortlessly pulling her back onto his sturdy chest.

She giggled gleefully from his sudden rush of affection  and that surely managed to trigger a chuckle out of Bucky. He hums and proceed to purr in crook of her neck, "What's wrong, baby?"

She could feel his throat rumbling at the back of her neck, "Did he notice it?". Her heart beat ever so slightly picked up its' pace but she planned to act like opposite of it, "Hmm? What do mean 'what's wrong'?" She asked.

Bucky can hear the change tempo coming from within her ribcage, he knew something was wrong, "I just want to know how are you feeling."  He pressed a long and tender kiss on the shoulder.

The warmth of his breath tickled her skin, "Now? Hmm. I feel very loved." She smiled dreamily as she closes her eyes.

Bucky left out a brief laugh at her response, this cheeky little bunny, "That's true, but how are you really feeling, hmm? Like physically?" He urges softly.

She thought about it for awhile; contemplating whether she should just tell him the truth or proceed to act like she okay. Well, she chose the latter, "Hmmm physically. In this position? Very comfy." She wiggled her body back into him, closing the non-existent gap between their bodies and gripping Bucky's arms around her a little tight.

Though her plushy ass was rubbing against his crotch just nicely, but the former winter soldier was not going to let that distract him from his mission. He needs to know what she's hiding behind that sweet smile, "Doll..." his voice was stern and she knew he was not having it.

His calling was only met with silence when she didn't reply verbally. Since she was looking down, Bucky cannot see the frown on face and the wobbling worries in her eyes. But he did picked up on the anxiousness of her heart; beating faster by the second.

"I..." her voice cracked at the first word she said, and Bucky knew he fucked up. He swiftly maneuvered her body to sit on his lap, facing him. His metal hand craddled her soft cheek, and his flesh ones gently caresses her back, "Hey hey hey, doll, what's wrong? Shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you." His voice was laced with panic.

When she only had her gaze down, Bucky tenderly coaxed her, "Bunny, look at me." His hand guided her by the chin and when they made eye contact, he apologized again, "I'm sorry. I just want you to feel better. Forgive me." He leaned in a planted a kiss on her forehead. Then, her nose. And her cheeks, all over her face, muttering his words of apology.

She felt bad that Bucky apologized for something that was clearly not his fault. She's the problem in this situation. Her negativity, her insecurity was what drove her away from Bucky for the past 2 weeks. She knew that. And she knew it wasn't fair to him.

Knowing Bucky, he's probably blaming himself for her actions. And she didn't want that. She decided to tell him the truth, "I just..." Anxiety runs through her veins when she thought about it again. Would she be able to handle it if Bucky reacted negatively to her truth? Probably, not. "Just... promise that you won't be disgusted by it... Or get the ick from it."

Bucky frowned in confusion, "I don't even know what 'get the ick' means but I promise." He swore.

She let out a short laugh at his comment, causing him to smile along. Seeing how loving his gaze was, it gave her the strength to confess. She started with explaining how she had been busy at work this month. With launch of the new product, and her being one of th product manager, she was obligated to visit the branches around New York.

Bucky listened to words attentively, at first he thought maybe she was trying to say that she's been stressed lately. But then she started to explained about how she had been wearing skirts to work most of the days, because it was one of the their campaign's rules and Bucky does not think that 'stress' was what this would conclude to.

Nevertheless, he didn't lose his attention.

"But basically what I'm trying to say is..." She took a deep breath before continuing, "It's just... My inner thighs are chafed..." her voice was barely audible at the end of the sentence but Bucky caught it perfectly.

He thought about it for awhile before asking, "So, you mean to say that you got blisters on your inner thighs?" He wanted to confirm that his understanding was accurate.

She looked down in shame as she nodded to his question.

Bucky responded by pulling her closer, and kissed her forehead, "Aww doll. Is this why you've been avoiding me? Because it hurts? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could've helped you. I mean I could help apply some meds or--"

Horrified at the idea of him seeing marks; the literal reminder of how fat she is caused her to blurt, "No!" She pushed Bucky away, eyes widen in horrid.

"No?" Bucky frowned quizzically at her intense reaction.

Realizing what she just had just done,  she composed herself, and spoke, "It's... it's not a pretty sight. And I don't want to show it to you. Plus, if my thighs are a little thinner than they are now. Then, this wouldn't happen. If only these thighs are not like... fucking fat as they are we wouldn't have to go through this. And you wouldn't need to hear all this. You wouldn't---"

Bucky knew that once she was in the state of insecurity, she self-deprecate herself like she was less worthy than the goddesss that she is. So, instead of arguing with her, he simply intercepted her rambling, "Show me."

She stopped the seemingly endless word-vomit, and titled her head to the side, "Huh? No. Bucky I just said--"

Bucky grabbed her by the waist and effortlessly lifted her off his lap and onto the bed, caging her  below him, "And I said... Show. Me." His tone was more like an order rather than a request.

She didn't dare to defy him, when his gaze was as rigid as they were now, so pulled her pants off; slowly, reluctantly. When the pants was at the last inches before it's completely off, Bucky took control and quite literally ripped it off from her.

The sudden action resulted to her body needing to hide itself from his darken eyes. Her thighs clammed together as a whine slipped from her lips. The friction of her wounds brushing against each other was burning her delicate skin.

Bucky quickly softens when he heard her pained voice,  he pushed himself off from her and kneeled on the bed before her. "Doll, please..." His hands gently squeezes the side of her thighs as he pleads, "...Let me see."

Slowly spreading her thighs apart, Bucky's eyes are now focusing on the red marks on her skin. His thumbs absentmindedly traces the area around the broken skin. He was so concentrated that he didn't say a word. And that only triggered her insecurity that she started to rambled something about how she will start going in a diet and she'll add more intense leg workout in her routine.

But her voice was only a muffled strings of incoherent sounds in Bucky's ears when he finally processed everything that happened from 2 weeks ago until now.

The realization hit him like a high speed train with a broken break system. Did she really turned him down because of this? Did she really starve him out because of this? Bucky let out a growl of disapproval when he abruptly pulled her by her calves, forcing her hips to lift from the bed. She yelped in surprised but she saw the look on his face,  "You..." he rasped.

Bucky placed her legs on his shoulders, letting it daggle on his back as he palmed sides of her thighs. He then, proceed to leave trails of kiss on her inner thigh, avoiding the irritating wounds on her skin, "You deprived me of my sweet little pussy because you think this..." he flattened his tongue and nibble on her softness of her inner thighs, "...would turn me off? That these thick, soft thighs that I love so much would bother me?"

He planted a delicate kiss on the marks before, "Well, guess what bunny?. You're absolute wrong. In fact, it's quite the opposite." His lips travelled upwards until it found her core. Bucky's nose flared at the scent of her arousal, "And oh my sweet babydoll, I'm going to eat your pussy until understand that. Then, I'm gonna do it some more because I am fucking starving." He pressed a firm kiss on her clothed pussy, causing the cotton to soak the juices that leaks from her hole.

"Look at that. Does your needy pussy wants some pampering too, hmm?" She could see the lust dripping down his ocean blues; the same ones that were usually bright but now were now noticeably darker.

Bucky's finger traces the slit of her pussy, rubbing her over the fabric of her panties, making patch of wetness spread even more. "Yeah? Does she want me to kiss it better? Make her feel good?"

She moaned softly to his touch, "Please."

That was all it took for Bucky to rip her panties apart as if it was made out of paper.  "Fuck, there she is. My sweet pussy." He brought his fingers over, widened the folds of her pussy. Even with minimal lighting, it was enough to show him the glistening pink flesh of leaking cunt, twitching and needing his tongue to explore her insides.

He was hungry of course, just simply looking at her pussy had made his mouth water and impossible for him to resist the urge of putting his mouth on the pretty little thing. "Hmm,," a sharp cry escaped from her lips as he blew on her little twitching nub. There was this glint in his eyes as he watched her try to buck up, cunt helplessly clenching around nothing.

Before she could beg for him, Bucky's tongue dipped in between folds. Pointed at first, from the entrance of her pussy up to her clit. The tip of his tongue swirl around the aching nub. A breath caught in her throat when Bucky repeat the same move but this time he flattened his tongue.

And then he does it again and again.

Bucky, is generally the larger man compared to anyone. He is tall and beefy. But he is especially big when he's in between her legs, gently devouring her wet pussy. Slow and long licks were his favorite, it allowed him to savor the taste of her. Always so sweet and he couldn't get enough of it.

With every flick Bucky's tongue assulting to her swollen bud, she couldn’t help but pull on sheets behind her, needy moans leaves her lips every time he explored her, teases her. Her body cannot stay still when the pleasure was taking her higher. But it was not a problem for Bucky to control. Whenever she tries to close her thighs together, he stopped her. He didn't want to irritate her wounds or cause any pain, so he kept pushing her thigh open as he nuzzle his face into her pussy.

"Ahhh fuck ,, that feels so good, Bucky!" She moaned his name as the overwhelming feeling of his wet and soft tongue gliding and rubbing on her core, guiding her to heaven.

And the salacious squelching noises to fill the room as Bucky laps and sucks on her clit. She was so wet that he could just shove his fingers up in her hole but he didn't. He won't. After so many days not tasting her, he want to only use his mouth.

Though the man barely spoke during these times, he’d much rather keep his mouth occupied with drinking up her juices or suckling on her cute little clit. But when he does. Fuck. Does he spill the most unholy things.

Bucky momentarily detached himself from her and rasped, "Gonna cum, babydoll? Come on, give it to me. Let me drink and lick your cum after." His metal fingers quickly finds her clit, swiftly started to deliciously rub it; just the way he knew she liked it. It felt so good that her tongued lolled out her mouth out of pure pleasure.

"Yeah, bunny. You're gonna let me clean you up with tongue so nice, so that you can make the same mess again and again. Cum in mouth, babydoll. Cum for me"

He delved right back where is mouth belongs, licking her clit into his mouth just to wrap his lips around the pretty pink bundle of nerves sucking it harshly.  She whined needily her hips started to move on its own accord, searching for more friction of his tongue, “ahh ahh! hmmmm,, s-so fucking good! ahhh,, So close!” she was seeing stars in her hazy vision from how good and dirty she felt.

Bucky's eyes almost rolled back when let out a groan of satisaction against her spread out cunt; he can feel that she was going to cum and want her to do it with his mouth latched on her.

And cum she did, moments after she couldn’t help but squeal as her back arched from the bed, grinding herself on his tongue. Bucky growled at the streams of cream squirting out of her throbbing cunt right into his mouth, down to his throat.

So sweet and warm and addictive.

While her whole body was still shaking from the aftermath of the mindblowing orgasm, Bucky continued to lick and lap on her leaking pussy, slurping and suckling every bit of cream she had blessed him with.

Yet he was still hungry.

She mewled when Bucky started to suck on her clit again and when she looked over at him, he momentarily pulled away, "oh doll, did you forget? I'm not going to stop any time soon. So just lay there, look pretty for me and let me enjoy this sweet little pussy."

End.

Read my other works here: Masterlist

A/N: Have you ever gotten your inner thighs chafed? Anyway, thanks for spending your time to reading my work! Leave your thoughts behind, I'd love to read them ♡

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky smut #bucky fluff #avenger!bucky #bucky x reader smut

[earlgreydream]

His. | Loki x reader smut

I finally the Loki tv show… this does NOT have any spoilers, it’s set on Asgard with a newly appointed king and his coronation gift…

cw: d/s

“Leave any traces of fear in this room.” The command was clear, spoken sharply by a royal attendant.

Your gaze didn’t leave the fragrant water of the bath you knelt in, the attendant taking care to wash every inch of your skin. Other women pulled fluttering silks from a wardrobe, lying it out for you and finding jewelry to match. So much led to this moment, and yet it didn’t seem real — anticipation and anxiety buzzing in your head. You’d been told once already to contain the obvious fear that lingered in your chest, but the daunting task of doing so seemed impossible when your fate was waiting on a silver platter, the moment you left the private chamber you were being bathed in.

“Come, out of the water before your skin wrinkles,” you were hauled to your feet, wrapped in towels and rubbed down by several girls with movements so quick, you were barely left time to react.

Hands massaged your tense limbs, covering them in oils that bloomed with exotic scents, leaving your skin gleaming. At the same time, your hair was fixed, emeralds — his favorite — twisted into the locks and fastening to bare your neck.

“It’s customary to dress her in white,” a handmaiden spoke of you as if you were not there.

“The prince prefers black.” The will of your all-powerful god silenced any protest, everyone moving to do his bidding.

The women fretted — you had to be perfect for him. They prepared you to be presented to the god, as a divine gift to honor the crown prince of Asgard. You were bathed, decorated, and dressed, all to please the god you were gifted to, an expectation that you’d been bred for. It was a great honor to be taken from the hills, to the castle of the gods, to walk amongst the divine, even if it meant your role was to do as your master saw fit, obeying every command. You had come to terms with it, knowing that upon prince Loki’s rise to the throne, you were the sacrifice — the gift — of the kingdom, a promise of good fortune and favor granted in return.

It all seemed like a far-away, distant dream in a future that would never come. Despite that, here you were, relinquishing your whole self to Asgard’s throne. You had never met the god, and never seen him up close. Of course you’d heard the stories, the wrath and prowess of the young prince, and even seen him from a distance — but being in his presence was something entirely new, before being expected to spend the rest of time at his mercy.

Asgardian silk draped over your skin, so light you wouldn’t know it was there. Your decency was concealed beneath expensive black fabric, hiding what was only meant for Loki to see in the moments after this. The handmaidens’ fussing finally ceased, ending the long evening of preparation.

“Come with me, and do as you’re told,” the woman in charge ushered you forward, opening the chamber doors, releasing you out of known captivity into unpredictability.

You swallowed the fear in your throat, steps silent as you followed her to the throne room, the festivities growing louder as you approached your fate. Before you were given a moment to hesitate, you were led into the cavernous room of gold and heavenly magic.

All at once, it fell silent as soldiers escorted you to the throne. There he was — the god himself, draped over his golden throne. Loki was the only one adorned finer than you, a golden helm atop his onyx waves, wild cerulean eyes that bore straight into your soul.

“Your majesty, a gift in exchange for your benevolence,” the ceremony’s representative from your kingdom presented you to Loki, a hand on your shoulder forcing you to kneel before the throne.

A dangerous smile curved the god’s lips, placing his scepter aside as he rose to his feet.

“A very generous gift indeed,” Loki’s lyrical voice wrapped around your throat, stealing the air from your lungs.

He was impossibly tall and lean as he approached you, toned muscles visible even through the heavy layers of leather and gold that adorned his figure. Loki was no mere prince, but a god of mischief, holding an entire world in the palm of his delicate hand. A dark mischief glittered in his eyes, the gorgeous royal leaning down to look closely at you.

He tilted your chin up, looking him directly in the eye, immediately disarmed and vulnerable as you did so. His expression changed almost imperceptibly, gone from his eyes in a flash as he looked away from you, addressing the court who had handed you over.

Your ears were ringing too loudly to hear what he said, your head spinning. A solider moved to guide you to sit at the base of the throne, at Loki’s feet, when you were suddenly snapped back into the present moment.

“You will not lay a hand on what is mine!” Loki’s shout thundered through the chamber, stopping the man before he could touch you.

The soldier quickly fell back, recognizing the lethal danger of disrespecting Loki. An entire room held its breath, the seconds agonizing, exhaling only when Loki motioned for festivities to resume.

Despite the advice to hide your fear, Loki could practical feel your startled fright. Everything else blurred into the background, the celebration entertaining itself, leaving you and Loki at the center of your own universe.

Loki leaned down with an outstretched hand, his expression softening as you met his gaze. He had not yet spoken directly to you, but you didn’t need instruction to place your hand in his, allowing his strength to move you forward. Loki guided you to kneel at his feet as he resumed his place on the throne, slotted between his long legs.

Delicate fingers gently tilted your chin to look up at him, the touch startlingly gentle, a stark contrast to what you’d been warned of.

“There is a long night of festivities ahead, you may rest on me if you grow weary,” Loki granted you permission to lie your head against his thigh, to sink back into the new shelter.

You gave a small nod of understanding, looking back down as his attention was demanded from another round of celebration.

Despite the dizzying commotion of Loki’s ceremony, your limbs became heavy and keeping your eyes open was a losing battle. Loki peered down at you as you slowly laid your head against his leg, letting your exhausted body rest for the first time.

A fierce desire to protect you swelled in Loki’s chest, suddenly cross with the noise and lights that combatted your sleep. As he continued to entertain offerings of exotic fruits and tributes from his kingdoms, Loki moved a leg in front of you, glaring at anyone who so much as looked too long in your direction.

He couldn’t imagine how drained you were, to sleep through the chaos. Your weight rested against his leg, though you didn’t let yourself fully drift into deep sleep, some part of you making sure that you were upright, not wanting to displease him.

Loki carefully supported you as he stood, lifting you off the floor with godly strength. The festivities continued without him — kings, gods, and valkyrie reenacting stories of battles and playing with magic in the great halls.

He’d had quite enough of the noise and empty affection, and desired nothing more than some quiet time alone with his offering.

“Careful,” he warned softly as you began to stir, strengthening his grip to keep you from falling.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled, your first words spoken in a haze of exhaustion.

“It’s alright, you’re free to rest,” Loki laid you down on his bed the moment you entered the privacy of his chambers.

Golden floors were etched in sweeping illustrations of history and mythology, telling the stories of your god beneath the bed draped in dark green silks. Huge doors opened to a veranda, a summer breeze ruffling the curtains, allowing glimpses of glittering astronomy overhead.

Your mind yearned to stay awake, to learn your surroundings and stay vigilant in the presence of Loki. Despite that, your body screamed for sleep, sinking into the soft bedding he had placed you on.

.

Loki watched you sleep.

Exhaustion kept your body rigidly still, not moving once the entire night. You stayed curled up in the very corner of the expansive bed, out of reach of Loki, who eventually took his place as the sun cracked the horizon.

The only indication you were real, was the gentle rise and fall of your back as you breathed. As you slept, the frightened expression vanished from your face, softening the your features. Loki couldn’t take his eyes off of you, studying your almost peaceful face.

Loki drifted in and out of sleep, not bothering to wake you after such a late and overwhelming night. You must have been weary, because you couldn’t have been comfortable, making yourself as small as possible at the very edge of the bed, not wanting to take up too much of Loki’s space.

You slowly opened your eyes, sunlight streaming in through the open veranda. The morning seemed impossibly peaceful, despite waking up into a new life of servitude. This didn’t feel like what you’d expected — waking up in a comfortable bed with the warm sun on your face, the scent of breakfast wafting from a huge spread on the chamber’s dining table.

“Good morning, darling,” Loki’s voice was much softer in the privacy of the chambers, without an audience.

You sat up, looking over as he stood from a couch, setting aside a novel. He was more relaxed, wearing loose black linen, his hair tied up loosely.

“Hi,” you whispered, at a loss for words — partially in awe of how gorgeous he was, and partially cautious, as if he were a cobra waiting to strike at any wrong move.

He watched as you observed your surroundings, inspecting your golden cage in the light of day. Loki’s chambers were beautiful, bright, and serene. It seemed so divorced from the perception you had of the god before being let in to the most private part of his existence. Loki moved smoothly throughout the room, delicate hands attached to a lean, muscular body. Loki’s face was sculpted out of marble, so stunningly beautiful it left you breathless. Green eyes pierced straight into your soul, laid bare when he looked at you.

“Eat something,” he gestured to the feast at the table, as if he were the devil, offering food to a goddess to keep captive in his lair forever.

It was your job to obey, your body moving before your mind even considered protest. The shimmering gown you were wearing the night before swept the floor as you walked, Loki admiring how beautiful you were, even slightly disheveled.

You hesitantly took a berry from the table, bringing it to your lips, licking the sweetness off your fingertips. The sight stirred something inside of Loki, his gaze focusing on the contours of your body that were visible through the just-sheer parts of the fabric draped over you.

“Master?” You could feel the weight of his gaze, invisibly drawing you to him.

Loki stepped toward you, pleased as you sank to your knees without any encouragement, easing into his submission. You wanted it, needed it, like your lungs needed air. A shimmer of green made your clothing disappear, baring you fully to Loki’s intoxicated gaze.

“Look at you, fit for a god,” he praised, slowly circling you as you kneeled, appreciating you from every angle.

“Only for you, master.”

“Loki,” he permitted you to call him by name, a request that pulled the corners of your lips up with small satisfaction.

The floor was cold beneath your knees, and your skin began to prick beneath a cool breeze from the veranda. Loki swelled over the recognition that you were his, and his alone. He was hard in the loose linen pants, eager to claim full ownership of you in such an intimate way. You willingly surrendered to him, practically desperate for him to take you, to consummate your submission to the god.

Your hands smoothed up the solid muscles of Loki’s thighs — limbs you wish to be bent over — before clutching the linen waistband and dragging down his trousers. The sight of him hung heavy made your mouth water and your cunt throb, desire swirling in your belly.

“Go ahead. Touch me as you please, I’m as much yours as you are mine,” Loki murmured, realizing you were waiting for permission, to do as you were told.

Long fingers wove into your hair, cradling the side of your head, pulling only slightly as you licked the tip of his cock, sending a shock up his spine.

He leaned back against the wall, smirking as your left palm flattened over his toned abs to brace yourself, pleased that you were trusting his words.

“Gods,” Loki swore when you took him in your mouth, letting him push you down until he was filling your throat.

Pretty tears welled at your lashes at his size, your throbbing need beginning to smear between your thighs. Your free hand worked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, your tongue dragging up his shaft. He was both long and thick, his skin like velvet on your tongue. It was a feat to take even half of him in your mouth, and you moaned and the thought of him fucking you, and how you’d beg to take it all.

“If worshipping my cock makes you wet enough to drip on my floor, I’ll let you do it every morning,” Loki purred with a grin, clearly taking notice of the effect he had on your body.

“Please,” you whimpered respectfully, dragging your fist up his length, giving your mouth a break.

“I’m close, darling, you’re doing beautifully,” he praised, watching your thighs squeeze together at his words.

“I want to come in that gorgeous mouth, feel myself in your throat.”

You tilted your head back just a bit, both to gaze up into his eyes and to let him in deeper. A low whine vibrated around his cock as his hand wrapped around your throat, gently squeezing.

“Fuck,” Loki hissed, spilling over into your mouth, filling your senses with his salty taste.

“Swallow it,” Loki commanded, and you were all too willing to obey, wanting to please him.

His thumb swiped over your lips, cleaning up the bit of mess he made, kneeling in front of you as you both caught your breath.

“Was that okay?” the question slipped out before you could stop yourself, puzzling Loki.

“Of course, it was perfect. Haven’t you done it before?”

“No, I’ve been kept pure for you,” you answered, earning a profane string of Norse as his dick twitched.

“You’ve made me insatiable,” Loki pressed a quick, messy kiss to your mouth that was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“No!” Loki shouted, standing up, displayed in his full glory to the guard who opened the door.

The furious god stood in front of you, blocking any eyes from catching even a glimpse of your body.

“Get out, now, or I shall have your eyes torn out!” Loki thundered, fiercely possessive over you.

“I’m so sorry, your highness. Odin has called on you—”

A sharp burst of Loki’s magic sent the man flying backward with a yell, the door slamming shut behind him.

“I’m sorry-” you began, as if you needed to apologize for being nude.

“I will never let anyone else touch you, see your body, or covet what is mine.”

A warmth spread through you at the words, taking his hand to stand up. He took a cloth, carefully cleaning you up, before guiding you into a closet that was full of the finest Asgardian fabrics.

“We’ll continue this later, darling, but for now, you’ll accompany me on whatever nonsense I’m being summoned for,” Loki explained, moving to dress himself as he left you to choose what maids had left for your arrival.

You chose green, pleasing the god as you adorned his colors, another sign of your growing devotion. Loki kissed your wrist, before a band of gold appeared in a shimmer, bringing a smile to your face.

He wordlessly led you out of his chambers, a hand at the small of your back. Being with him was intense — but the castle and all of its people was overwhelming. You found yourself leaning into Loki’s side, away from the noise of shouting and chaos of the everyday happenings.

He looked up from the throne to see what was bothering you before pulling you to sit between his legs where you could sink back into him and ignore the noise.

“We’ll leave as soon as I’m finished. Until then, you can entertain yourself by picturing what I’m going to do to your precious little pussy,” Loki whispered against the side of your face, gently nipping your ear.

You shuddered against his chest, feeling him chuckle beneath you as his arm tightened on your waist. Warmth flushed your cheeks and you turned your face into his arm, shy at the filthy words from Loki. He could feel your heart racing inside your ribs, anxious to tear the emerald gown from your body.

You were lost in your thoughts when Loki banished everyone from the expansive throne room, giant doors embedded with gemstones slamming shut, sealing you alone with him.

“Now, where were we?” Loki asked, mouthing hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“I believe you were about to fuck me, Loki,” you chirped.

“I love hearing those dirty words on your lips, all for me.”

“Only you,” you promised, closing the gap as he hovered above you.

The kiss was heady, his tongue warm and dominating as he pushed it past your lips. The sensation nearly distracted you from his hands, that were tearing the fabric around your torso, letting it flutter to the floor in shimmering pieces.

“I’m going to fuck you here, on this throne, like a proper king.”

You parted your legs, letting his hand drop between them. Loki smirked into your neck as he cupped your sex, feeling how wet you were, desperate for him as heat radiated from your center.

He didn’t bother to turn you over, perfectly happy to fuck you while you were on top of him, lying on his chest as he sat upon his throne. He glided his cock along your wet lips, only a moment until you were squirming with desperation.

He wanted to hear you beg, but even he couldn’t wait any longer, slowly sinking into you, every inch stretching you impossibly further. The sweet sting made you cry out, your head dropping back on his shoulder when he nestled himself fully inside you.

“You’re perfect for me,” Loki praised through gritted teeth, fighting not to slam into you like an animal. He could feel your walls throbbing around him, muscles burning as they were forced to take the stretch to fit him inside — and you loved it.

You doubted anything would ever feel so good, until his hips started to roll forward, the god fucking you deep and slow, holding your body against his chest. He buried his face in your shoulder, soaking up your squeals of pleasure as he lost himself in you.

Before he even thought to play with you, your cunt began to clench around him with an impending orgasm. Your startled whimper shot straight to Loki’s dick, and he fucked you harder, unable to help himself.

“Come around me, darling, let me know how good you feel,” Loki urged, nearly spilling into you as you trembled in his arms, coming with a scream that echoed off the walls.

“There you go,” he murmured, twitching before he filled you with his seed, painting your insides with him.

Your breaths were ragged and uneven, mind completely foggy in the aftermath. He breathed in your scent as he stayed inside you, preserving the moment for as long as possible.

“I’m yours, forever,” you whispered, as if reading his mind.

#loki smut #loki #loki avengers #loki x reader #loki x reader smut #loki smut oneshot #loki imagine smut #loki imagine #avengers #marvel #loki fic #loki fanfiction #avengers au #loki fluff

[yourmidnightlover]

just thinking about bucky and you leaving a mission together on one of the jets.

it was a grueling mission, nearly losing a dozen civilians and even bucky himself because you simply weren't fast enough.

so, you needed to feel closer to him. you needed to feel him... all over.

"jamie?" you whispered softly as he steered the jet home.

"yes, doll?" he tilted his head back a little, signaling for you to come closer to him.

you didn't reply, you merely stepped closer before throwing one leg over his lap and sitting in it, straddling his meaty thighs. meeting no resistance, you threw your arms around his neck, burrowing your nose in the crevice between his jaw.

"i'm here," he sighed, his flesh hand beginning to rub along your back. "we're okay."

"need you," you ground down against his pelvis, feeling his dick twitch in his pants, growing harder by the second. "please? wanna be close."

"fuck, baby," his hips thrust up to meet your eagerness. "wanna be closer than this?" you nodded eagerly. "you're gonna have to be a big girl... do it yourself until i can set autopilot."

you whined in his ear, gently biting his earlobe, "but i-"

"no 'but's," he sharply interrupted. "there's too much chatter and traffic up here right now. if you can do it yourself right now, i'll make it up to you once it's clear. that's a promise."

it was your turn to sigh before you began to grind against him even harder, seemingly having made up your mind.

your breathing grew heavier in his ear once he was fully hard, providing much better stimulation for your throbbing clit. you reached between your two heaving bodies, unbuckling and unzipping his pants before simply grinding against his hard cock with no barriers between you.

you were so wet, he nearly slipped inside accidentally. his head would catch perfectly on your clit, eliciting the prettiest squeals from your mouth.

"that's it, my pretty girl," his hand that was once rubbing your back went between you to rub your clit. "let me hear how good you feel. i can already hear how wet you are. do you like getting off on my dick like this? rubbing against me like a pretty little slut? my pretty little slut, huh?"

"your pretty little slut, yes," you nodded against his chest before you rose to your knees, this time lining his cock against your entrance before slowly lowering yourself on him. "yours, all yours."

"atta girl," he chuckled with a growl, his dick twitching inside you once you were lowered all the way. "so wet for me, my perfect girl."

you began to ride him leisurely, enjoying how close you felt to him. you were able to feel his pulse in his cock, radiating from your core to your heart. part of you swears your heart was matching his quick pace.

"just like that," he threw his head back momentarily before quickly remembering why he wasn't properly fucking your brains out and went back to focusing on the task in front of him. "such a good slut for me," he felt you clenching around him before your rhythm faltered. "are you close? i want you to cum when i tell you to," he felt you nodding against his shoulder as his pace barely sped up on your clit. "love feelin' you squeeze me like this baby. love when you listen to me so well. such a good girl for me," you were getting closer.

"please? so close," your breath hitching wasn't the only sign you had, your pussy was gripping him like a vice.

"i know, baby," he chuckled. "i feel it. wanna cum with you. just a little longer," he began thrusting up to meet your hips. a few more perfectly timed bounces and he was ordering you, "cum for me. i want you to cum all over my fucking cock."

with a scream, your entire body was slumped against his, going slack from how powerful your orgasm was.

"oh my-fuck! keep going! keep going!" you begged him as he continued to fuck up into you as he came, his cum painting your walls.

"so fucking good, 's so fucking good," bucky kept muttering, talking you through your high.

he stayed inside of you as the two of you caught your breath. after 10 minutes, the traffic must've cooled down because he kept your legs wrapped around him as he stood, walking you over to one of the cots they had set up in the jet.

you were so exhausted, all you remember is him cleaning up the mess between your thighs, him whispering how strong and wonderful you are. him whispering how much he loved you, and that was all you needed to fall into a peaceful rest.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #marvel #bucky barnes smut #sargeant barnes #sargeant bucky barnes #bucky barnes x avenger!reader #bucky x avenger!reader #bucky x fem!reader #bucky smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes au #smut

[literaryavenger]

Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related. 

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training. 

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch. 

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity. 

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do. 

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked. 

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down. 

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing. 

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo. 

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days. 

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely. 

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life. 

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it. 

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates. 

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me. 

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear. 

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with. 

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?” 

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?” 

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!” 

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.” 

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again. 

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

#bucky barnes #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x you #sam wilson #steve rogers #clint barton #tony stark #peter parker #natasha romanoff #avengers x platonic!reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes oneshot #marvel fanfiction #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #bruce banner #wanda maximoff

[bolontiku]

"Bullshit"

Avengers AU - Chapter 10

Previous

Characters: Brock, plussize!reader, OCs

Posted: September 2nd

A/N: the sleepover act 2 🤣

WARNINGS: fluff, pining?, IDK

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

Frederick Harris.

The man was brutish, loud and complained more than any bitch she had ever been around. By the black eye he sported and the brace around his wrist it seemed that whatever he was bitching about was his own fault. But then again, he had been going on and on about Y/N. Which meant she had a lot in common with him.

She dropped off the next round to his table as he mentioned how unfair it all was. It wasn't his fault that her boyfriend was higher up than him or that she was friends with an Avenger.

She shoved his leg aside and propped herself on his thigh, smiling in his face, "if you could get back at them what would you do handsome?" She doubted anyone had called him handsome in ages.

He sneered at her, his hands finding her ass rather quickly. "What's it to you?"

"Seeing as how Y/N is my sister and those people have alienated her from me… I'd say I have a lot to repay them for. Maybe someone like you could help me?"

**

Brock lit a cigarette, he kept a distance for the moment, he wasn't about the touchy feely shit they needed to talk about, but he found the small balcony and had stepped out a few minutes ago.

He should go.

This wasn't something he was used to.

"Those aren't really good for your health right?"

He blew out a puff of smoke and shot you a smirk, "and?"

"Cigarettes cause cancer which means you could die…"

"I could die in the line of work I do."

You opened your mouth and shut it with a snap, expression showing how much you disliked that statement. He watched as you gripped the balcony in your hands, leaning back, his eyes pausing on your ass before he dragged them further up.

"Is that my shirt?"

You nearly dropped to the floor, a little squeak leaving you as you let go of the balcony to grip at the edge of your shirt. His shirt. The one you had snuck out of his place the day you had come back to your own. Brock turned, leaning one arm on the balcony before he pushed off it and started towards you. "I- well, funny story-"

It did things to him. It was his shirt, he recognized the little tear at the bottom, not to mention the faded SHIELD logo on the chest. Jesus fuck. It never looked that fucking good on him. On you? It hugged every curve, made him stare where he had only dared to glance, and your legs were bare. You wore those little shorts girls wore to bed, his mouth ran dry, he hadn't even fucking dared to allow himself to imagine you with your legs bare. Cause now he wanted 'em wrapped around him.

You didn't know what to do, you put your hands up, but that didn't stop him, your back hit the wall beside the sliding glass doors as he pressed into you, "Brock?!" His name came out hushed, a little desperate, "I'm sorry. I'll wash it and give it back, I just- I was still scared when I left and it smells like you and it made me feel better-"

The way you said his name right then was enough to make his heartbeat stutter, he dropped his head to your shoulder, hands finding your waist, "Keep it." The thought of you without his shirt on… "fuck-"

"Brock I-" his large hands curled at your waist, fingers tickling you, making you squirm in his grip. You pressed forwards into his hard body, it made you blush, heat radiating up from your chest blooming along your neck and into your ears. "Ahh! Please-" please lord God, please don't make a fool of yourself right now. What if this was just a hug and you were making more of it? He couldn't … did he?

Brock let out a low growl, it rumbled up his chest into his throat, "keep moving like that sweetheart and I don't know if I can behave myself."

Behave himself?! His lips brushed along the sensitive skin of your neck, your brain halting to a screech and thoughts escaping you.

Behave himself.

Not some girl.

Why would he behave himself?

The soft sound that escaped you made his blood heat and he wanted to have you making more of those noises, have you say his name, have you screaming as he-

The sound of the door sliding open had both of you looking over. Blake stood there with his head turned to listen to whatever Shelly was calling out about. When he turned his eyes back to the two of you Brock was leaning against the balcony, you stood with your eyes on the floor. He frowned, had he missed something? He grinned, shaking his head, "food arrived, we got drinks! Let's get drunk!!"

Brock found that Blake only became louder when he drank a little. The guys nose turned red and his eyes hazed over, he worried the kid would fall over and break his head open… and Ken was firmly planted on his ass on the floor.

Barbie giggled and whispered loudly. She couldn't get over the romcom they had chosen. He wondered how that asshole of a guy could lay a finger on her if it wasn't to make her smile.

Which made him look at you.

There was plenty of touching he wanted to do.

So, he settled on watching you. You held your liquor well; you, unlike the two that were constantly vying for your attention, especially now that they were drunk, had quieted. You laughed softly at the antics of your two friends and occasionally glanced over at him from your spot on the tiny couch.

He couldn't stop staring and barely registered when Barbie got up and never came back. Blake still had his back pressed to the couch in his spot on the floor, completely engrossed in the movie. Brock stared at your legs, you were sitting cross legged on the couch, his eyes slipping up to his shirt, he swore to whatever God there was that had blessed him tonight that he would do whatever they asked of him if it got him more of that.

You smiled softly at him, eyes a bit unfocused, mouth soft. He crooked a finger at you, your eyes flickered to Blake, whose head was now bobbing, before looking back at him. Brock again crooked his finger at you. Finally you shifted closer, eyebrows raising, he sighed heavily and motioned you to come closer. The moment you were within reach Brock tugged you into his lap.

You concentrated on not spilling your drink, but the movement was so sudden. Brock wrapped a hand around your mouth and the other around your waist, before settling his head on your shoulder.

"Shh, you'll wake up Ken doll," he hummed into your skin, his breath warm and his light beard tickling you.

You nodded, his hand disappearing from your mouth, unaware Blake had fallen asleep, you leaned forwards to peek at him before Brock tugged you back into him making you giggle. Brock closed his eyes, you squirmed your ass in his lap and it took everything in him to remind himself that Blake was right there and so he buried his face into the crook of your neck before growling at you.

You froze as he stretched his legs on either side of you, his solid frame pressed up against your back as he took deep calming breaths. "You dizzy?" You managed to breathe out quietly. He nodded heavily, you huffed a soft laugh, "I thought you could.. h-hold your liquor?" You stuttered as his lips pressed against your skin.

"Mmm" it wasn't an answer but you smelled so damn good and he couldn't get the fact that you were wearing his shirt out of his head. Maybe he had too much to drink, his eyelids were heavy, maybe it was your shampoo that made him drunk. "What is that?" He asked, unable to stop himself from nipping at your earlobe, he should behave himself…

"EHhhHhHhh?!" You jolted at the action, his arms tightening around your waist to keep you still.

"Shhh, your shampoo?"

"I- uh!" He nuzzled your neck, goosebumps littering your skin as you tightening your legs. Your gaze skipped to Blake, "strawberry?"

"You smell good enough to eat Y/N."

"Brock?"

He paused, God he could listen to you say his name forever, but you sounded unsure. He was misbehaving, "you should go to bed…"

You nodded, feeling an ache in the center of your chest, had you done something wrong? Your eyes stung as you shifted in his lap and he reluctantly let go.

You made it to the door before he called out softly to you, "lock the door."

You stood still for a moment, remembering-

"Why-?" He blinked as you stared up at him, "why- y-you tell me to lock the door, but not Shelly?"

Brock studied your face, curiosity plain on your features. "I want you to feel safe."

"B-Brock?" You struggled to keep your voice from shaking as you turned to face him. He had laid back and sprawled on the couch, lifting his head, he raised his eyebrows at you in question. "I-if we leave the door o-open… can- I mean would you sleep in bed with me?"

He knew it took you courage to ask and it was a bad idea but he was up on his feet without a thought. You beamed as he walked towards you, quickly turning to hurry to pull the covers back. Brock sucked his teeth and motioned you in while he toed his boots off, you climbed into your bed confused when he drew the covers over you and then climbed in himself.

You knew he could feel your nervousness.

"Come here," he said, holding out an arm. You scrambled over, sighing lightly when he wrapped you in his arms. "Go to sleep."

You smiled, eyes heavy when you felt his lips brush your forehead. A goodnight kiss? Already losing the battle to sleep, you tipped your head and pressed a kiss to his chin, unaware of the battle Brock was going through as you drifted off to sleep.

**

Ashley liked kissing.

Harris wasn't that bad of a kisser even if he looked like he had gotten hit by a semi truck, she had an inkling he looked like that before he had gotten beaten. But it only mattered that he could get her onto SHIELD property.

And he had.

"This is where the bitch works."

She grinned and trailed her fingertips over his broad chest, at least he had that going for him, "you can get her for me?"

He didn't understand, but then it really didn't matter. This chick was willing to let him fuck her and she had a plan to get back at them all. He nodded stupidly as her hands dipped lower. "You don't care how I get her?"

The area was vacant and Ashley could imagine you sitting happy-go-lucky behind the counter. When had you changed? To get the balls to have her evicted from your shared place and your life? It was that man. He was the reason for your sudden confidence, you owed her everything. Especially since being evicted her boyfriend had left her, it was all your fault. She shouldn't be working. Making deals with men that weren't worth her time. You should have introduced her to one of the men that worked there if not an Avenger.

"Hey-"

She shook her head, "it doesn't matter, she's my sister, she needs to answer for what she's done to me. I want her back."

Harris grinned.

This would be fun. He could get rid of the problem and make sure that jerk Rumlow never saw you again. Why he was so interested in you was beyond him.

**

Blake pressed his pointer finger to his lips, Shelly moved quietly in her fluffy socks. She had taken the bed in your extra room, Blake had drunkenly sprawled out on the empty couch. Shelly tiptoed through the living room wondering where you were when she paused at your door. She tugged out her cell phone and snapped a picture before Blake could stop her.

Brock was laid back amongst soft pink covers and there you were, head propped on his chest with his arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders, his hand buried in your hair.

Shelly giggled as Blake pulled her away and into the kitchen. "So cute!" She whispered with glee as he started messing with the coffee maker.

"Guess he is okay," he grumbled.

Shelly tilted her head as she sent the picture to you. "Did you want to date her?"

Blake sighed, "it's not that.." He stared at the coffee as it started its slow drip. "Everyone said he was a bad guy… but-" he looked over his shoulder, remembering the day before, finding out what he had done for Shelly, sharing what he had done for him, "he's not."

It didn't sit well with him, he knew what it was like to be judged quickly. Too many judged him by his looks, he was the polar opposite of Brock, not that he really paid any mind to the scar running down the guy's face. He paused, he really hadn't, not when the guy was too busy trying to cause problems for Y/N but they all knew it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. They all knew his hassling her was his way of getting her to look at him, to have her attention on him, it made Blake snicker.

As a matter of fact when your problem had originally been taken care of you had stayed quiet and meek for a minute, that is until Brock came around and picked a fight with you. It had been the first time you had absolutely raised your voice, eyes full of flame and you had yelled at him for being so idiotic. Blake stifled his laughter at the sudden memory, Brock had worn a shit eating grin for a week.

Shelly grinned before having to yawn. "Really! He was such a grump when he first stopped by the help desk, insufferable really, Y/N was the only one willing to talk to him," she tipped her head back as she leaned against the counter, facing the living room. "I swear, he likes to poke at her, but he really treats her carefully." She let out a light laugh, "he is smitten with her."

Blake nodded in agreement, "hey-" he greeted as both turned when there was a shuffling and you stood there, hair a jumbled mess. "Morning sunshine!" He grinned at you.

You hummed, eyes still half closed, and hushed them. "...Brock's still sleepy-" you mumbled.

Shelly caught your face in her hands and pinched your cheeks. "I need to get going, I need to get my morning workout done before I head in!"

You nodded as Blake handed you a cup and started his own as Shelly hurried as quietly as possible to gather her items. "Listen, I need to get in early too, make sure that guy gets you some food okay? I'll see you at work, text me otherwise!" He finished his coffee in two large gulps and followed Shelly around, "I'll give you a ride!" He whispered.

She nodded and both stopped to hug you, "it's good to know that he will take care of you," she winked at you happily, Blake ushering her out with a grin.

You stared after them before plucking up the courage to peek into your room where Brock was still sleeping. He liked the smell of your shampoo… It made you feel soft.

He made you feel good, safe, wanted.

You stared as he slept and shook your head, you needed to get ready for work. What if he caught you staring? You hurried to get your phone and opened it to find a message from Shelly. Opening it you felt your face heat as you stared at a picture of you and Brock sleeping soundly in your bed.

"Mornin'," Brock greeted, voice rough with sleep as he sat up, hair a complete mess.

You squeaked and murmured a quick morning hurrying to your bathroom and locking the door behind you. You stared at the picture, heart slamming against your ribcage, a small delirious smile finding its place on your lips.

#bullish #ch 10 #brock rumlow #brock x reader #avenger au

[anonymityisfunwriter]

I Can See You

"And I could see you being my addiction, you can see me as a secret mission..."

Summary: You and Bucky don't see eye to eye, everyone knows that. They don't know that you and Bucky once knew each other under very different names. And they most certainly don't know that when he looks at you, he can still every stolen moment, his jacket on the floor, notes saying meet him at midnight, you up against the wall with him. No, they don't see that at all. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Inspired By Taylor Swift Masterlist | Anon's 1K Celebration

"I already told you, I'm only doing this because I owe you."

Six months - that was your promise.

Six months of your time and best efforts.

"And as a part of this favor, you promised to keep an open mind."

And an open mind, you begrudgingly recall. You promised you would keep an open mind about making this a more permanent placement.

Nick Fury was sure that you'd find a home here in the Avengers Compound.

You were fairly certain that you wouldn't - but you weren't going to tell him that.

You hated owing people. Nick Fury even more so. You could bide your time for six months to pay your debt to him. He didn't need to know you had no intention of becoming an Avenger. "Whatever you have to tell yourself, Nick."

"That doesn't sound like an open mind," he admonishes.

You smirk, enjoying the frantic hustle and bustle of the Avengers Compound with your duffle bag slung over your shoulder, "You know that I don't do well in teams. I don't play fair, Nick."

"Never heard that one before."

"But I bet you believe me, don't you?" you retort.

"Open mind."

You roll your eyes, waving him off, "Yeah, yeah, when exactly do I get to meet these self righteous assholes?"

"How does now sound?"

"Like my worst nightmare," you mutter under your breath.

If he heard you, he doesn't let it show. Nick flings the door to the conference room open, revealing two men standing beside each other poring over a case file.

It's not their impressive statures that catch your attention. In fact, the blonde one hardly catches your eye at all.

And if you weren't highly trained and disciplined, a gasp would've lodged itself in your throat at the sight of the brunette you never thought you'd see again.

"Ah, Nick told us we might be meeting you today." The sandy haired super soldier extends his hand out to you. It doesn't escape your attention that the brunette snaps the file shut the moment he sees you. "I'm Steve, Steve Rogers."

You return the gesture, still barely paying attention to the man. Your eyes flicker to Bucky. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was entirely unfazed by your sudden reappearance.

You're thankful you do know better. You know so much better. 

Bucky's eyes meet yours for a split second, they narrow slightly. It tells you everything that you need to know. You've caught him off guard.

Steve takes Bucky's silence as his cue to interject. He clears his throat, gesturing to his friend, "And this is Bucky Barnes. He's a, well, he's a man of few words."

Apparently, that hadn't changed since you knew him under an entirely different name.

"It's nice to meet you," you say to Steve. Your eyes flicker back to Bucky. His jaw ticks as a wide grin pulls at the corners of your mouth. He's worried that you'll give away his dirty little secret. Your eyes flash over to him, a mischievous gleam that Bucky doesn't miss, "The both of you."

Steve smiles at the change in your demeanor, "Nick filled me in about your little deal. Exactly how long is this trial run going to run?"

"Six months," you confidently reply, unabashedly staring at Bucky. "I'll be out of your hair in six months."

"But we're keeping an open mind, aren't we?" Nick urges you again.

You playfully roll your eyes, a beaming grin on your face, "Of course, Nick. You know, I don't know why, but suddenly, I get the sense that these next six months are going to be a hell of a lot of fun."

"That's an interesting take," Steve lilts.

"She's your problem now," Nick quips.

"Me? A problem?" you gasp in mock offense. You turn to Bucky, who's still yet to say a word. "Do I look like a problem, Bucky?"

Bucky's eyes narrow again. The muscle in his jaw ticks yet again. You swear you can almost hear the sound of his teeth grinding. It's almost enough to make you laugh.

The silence is palpable as Bucky glares at you. Steve nervously laughs, taking a step closer to you. He gestures to your duffle bag, "How about I show you were you can put your stuff down? We'll give you a chance to settle in and you'll meet the rest of the team first thing in the morning."

"Sounds like a plan, Captain."

"Just Steve is fine."

"See?" You call over your shoulder to Nick. "I'm already having so much fun."

You're not surprised that he came to find you minutes later. If you're right, he waited just long enough to make sure he wasn't being obvious. You don't even need to look over your shoulder to feel his lurking gaze far before you see him. "I can see you."

"Why did you lie?" Bucky furiously demands, standing in the doorway of your new bedroom.

You grin to yourself, still turned away from Bucky. "Nice to see you again, Soldat."

"Bucky," he firmly states, his hands curling into tight fists. "My name is Bucky."

"If I recall correctly, you liked when I called you Soldat." You turn on your heel, taking several steps toward Bucky. He knows he should stop you. He knows he should stay as far away from you as possible, as far away from your bedroom as possible. And yet, there's a side of him that wants nothing more than to feel you close to him all over again. He doesn't stop you. He doesn't push you away. Not even when you're close enough to touch him. "Or did it sound better when I whispered it in your ear?" You lean in, your voice dropping to a soft whisper in his ear, "My Soldat."

He does his very best to suppress the shudder that rolls through his entire body. It takes him a beat longer than it should to regain his senses and take a step away from you. He demands again, "Why did you lie?"

You chuckle, finally stepping away and allowing him his space, "Would you prefer I tell your team mates about your history of getting a little too close to your enemies?"

"What makes you think that they don't know?" Bucky challenges. 

You languidly shrug, "We'll call it a hunch."

"I'm not that person anymore." Bucky takes an angry step forward, desperate to convince you that he's a changed man. "I don't keep secrets anymore."

"So tell them," you offer. "What do I care?"

"You cared enough to lie," Bucky shoots back.

"If you want to let your team know that we used to fu-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. I'm not that person anymore," he repeats himself. This time, he's not sure who he's trying to convince.

"Then we shouldn't have any problems, should we?" you rhetorically ask.

His eyes narrow, his gaze sharp and ready to kill, "What are you up to?"

"Me?" You gesture to yourself, resting your hand on your chest. "I'm not up to anything. Come on, Soldat, don't you trust me?"

"No, I don't because I know you, and you're always up to something," he bitterly accuses. "You've always got an angle."

"I assume you're talking about that day."

"You sold me out."

"You'll never see, will you?" You roll your eyes at him, waving him off, "I'm simply doing the favor that was asked of me."

"Six months?"

"Six months. And no one will ever have to know. Unless, of course, you can't help yourself."

He scoffs, "That won't be a problem."

"History has a tendency to repeat itself, Bucky," you state, putting an extra emphasis on his name.

"Not this time. Here's how this is going to go." He reaches out, snatching your wrist. His grip is tight enough to force you to pay attention, but not enough to actually hurt. "I'll stay away from you, and you're going to stay away from me. Got it? Let's just - let's keep this professional."

A grin spreads across your face. Your eyes flicker down to the burning grip on your wrist. You like that, even now, even after all these years, you still have an effect on the man you once called yours. "Don't worry, Bucky. I'm as reformed as you are."

That's exactly what worried him.

The months passed as quietly as Bucky could ever bring himself to hope.

Still, you never quite let it rest, never let him rest.

You always had a way of letting him know that you could see him. You could see how he was struggling to contain himself, struggling to suppress every flashback, struggling to simply keep his eyes off of you, struggling to contain all the feelings that he denied he felt for you.

He wondered if you knew that you kept him up all hours of the night. There were so many nights he spent sleep evaded, wondering what would happen if he just knocked on your door. Would you be up waiting for him? Would you smirk that smirk? The one he'd come to love and hate all at once. The one that was haunting him. The one he saw every time he close his eyes.

It wasn't just at night. It was every night. Every day. Every waking moment that you danced somewhere on the outskirts of his awareness. Every time you brushed past him in the hallway. You had to know you were driving him to the brink of madness. 

Sometimes, you barely acknowledged him. Sometimes, you gave him that infuriating smirk. Every single time, he saw it. Every single time, he saw you.

That part of his life was, for lack of a better word, scrambled. And still, he could never forget your touch. That part was crystal clear.

And he couldn't decide whether he loved or hated the fact that it might just be you doing that to him.

It ate at him.

It was a special gift you possessed, he had to admit. You could make him see whatever you wanted him to see, the power to ensnare his senses. The good, the bad, the beautiful, and the ugly. You had the power to do it, to make him see whatever you wanted him to. He told himself that's what it was. It wasn't remembering a long lost love, it was you messing with his head all over again. 

He'd see flashes of the time you spent together once upon a time. His jacket on the floor. Up against the wall with you. Those old, crumpled notes telling him to meet you at midnight. He remembers every second of it. 

But most of all, you. He remembers every whispered sweet nothing. He remembers the anticipation he felt every time he saw you. And he remembers your touch. Your lips on his, trailing down his jawline. Your fingers running over the planes of his chest.

Deep down, he knew it wasn't your powers. It was you. There was no forgetting a touch like that. No forgetting a person like you.

It just another way you tormented him. So few ever escaped the Winter Soldier. Even fewer lived to tell the tale.

Not you. You not only lived to tell the tale, you taunted him with it. After that very first night, where he was, you were. He was never quite sure if it was glorious happenstance or your own doing.

Your very first encounter, you caught him totally off guard - something previously thought impossible. He didn't see you. He didn't hear you coming. He didn't feel you slip past him to reach your target before he ever could. All he remembered was hearing footsteps in the dark street. He knows for a fact you could've disappeared into the night without him ever knowing. He whirled around, searching for the culprit. He saw nothing, no one. 

It should've been quick, an easy kill. Instead, it was the first time he ever failed.

To this day, he swears that he heard your whispered laugh when he realized his target was gone, vanished into the night.

You showed yourself the second time. He was more prepared that time. Not ready for it, but more prepared. The first time his vision failed him, he sprayed the room with bullets.

"Uh, uh," you condescendingly tutted, allowing him to see you standing before him. "Can't get rid of me that easily, Soldat."

He saw you standing before him for a short moment, just enough to memorize your face. And then he lost all sight. You stroked his cheek, he remembers that. It was the first time you ever touched him. It was the most tender touch he'd felt in decades.

When he regained his senses, you were gone. Along with his target. 

The third time, he caught you - or you allowed him to catch you. He wasn't quite sure.

"Who are you?" he demanded, pinning you against the wall.

"Poor, Soldat," you cooed at him. It confused him. There was no fear in your voice. For some reason, he knew that if he released your arms from his iron grip, you wouldn't punch, scratch, or claw at him. You wouldn't fight back. You'd taunt him with your touch all over again. And for a reason that was more unknown to him, he really wanted you to. "They truly tell you nothing."

His sight was gone, but this time, he refused to let go. He gripped your wrists hard enough to leave bruises, pinning them over your head, "Let me see you."

"Say please." There it was that taunt that he knew would come. There was a lilt to your voice he'd never forget. In that moment he knew, he was powerless against you and your whims.

"Let me see you. Now."  He grips you even tighter. For a long moment, he still saw nothing. All he could feel was your body pinned against the wall, pinned against him. He softly exhales, his breath dusting over your lips, "Please."

He thought he memorized your face the first time you allowed him to see you, but he was wrong. There was so much he missed. He missed the slope of your nose. How soft and plush your lips looked. The mischievousness shining in your brilliant eyes.

He studied your face again. Over and over. Forcing himself to commit every detail to memory. Your smirk melted into the warmest smile he'd ever seen you wear.

You lean into him, as close as his grip will allow you to. So close that your lips linger a breath away from his. For a moment, he thinks you're going to kiss him. Instead, you speak softly, your breath skating across his lips, "I like you, Soldat. We're going to have fun."

His heart still stuttered. At the time, he didn't know what you meant.

He learned quickly after that.

It was the definition of a whirlwind romance - or as close to a romance as two assassins could possibly get. Long nights spent beside you. Jet setting across the globe for missions, just waiting with bated breath in the hopes that you'd be there. You never talked about what it meant, what you felt, all you had were those nights. Somewhere in those nights, he stopped being Soldat, and he started being your Soldat. 

So was it you? Were you the reason he could still see it?

Or was it him? Was it the fact that he could never really let those nights go?

He was a different person than the one you knew all those years ago. He was on the straight and narrow. He stayed out of trouble. You were the epitome of trouble. You sold him out the moment it was convenient for you. So why can't he let you go?

You caught him off guard when you showed up here. He was determined to make sure that didn't happen again. He just needed to be on his best behavior.

He knows you've been watching him - but he can see you, too.

You make a point to brush past him in the hallway on the way to the conference room. He thinks you can't see it, but you've been watching him closely.

You can see the waver of his Adam's apple, the way his eyes dart in your direction when you pass him, the way his jaw ticks shut as if he were doing his very best to contain himself.

Your days here on the Compound were dwindling down to your last few weeks. He still couldn't figure out why he couldn't let you go.

Even as he sits across the conference room table, you overwhelm each and every one of his senses. You pretend like you don't see him taking the seat directly across from you. Instead, you lean closer into Sam.

Sam grins at you. "So you can show me anything?"

"Anything," you promise, driving Bucky mad by using that torturous smirk on Sam. 

Bucky's not sure what Sam sees. It could be anything. A powder white beach on some far off coast. A meadow filled with fragrant, vibrant flowers dancing in the daylight. You could make him feel like he was plummeting to his death. You could make him feel loved for the first time in his life. You could let him know a betrayal like no other. 

He shakes away the runaway train of thought, focusing on the far off look in Sam's eye and the look of wonderment painting his face, "Whoa..."

"Bucky," Sam calls, his voice filled with laughter as you use your gift like a party trick. "Come try this! She's like a human VR."

"As tempting as that is," Bucky sarcastically remarks, crossing his arms over his chest, "I'd like to get this meeting over with."

"Alright, team," Tony calls out, beginning their latest team meeting. "Fury added another assignment to our docket. Black tie, intercepting a black market intel deal. You get in, you get out. Should be easy enough."

"Whatever you say," Bucky mutters under his breath.

"Barnes," Tony smirks. "I'm so glad you agree. You're up."

"What? Why?" Bucky demands. 

Tony nonchalantly shrugs, "Because I said so."

"Asshole," Bucky grumbles.

Tony's eyes flicker over to you next. In that moment, Bucky freezes. There's no way Tony know about the two of you, but it certainly feels like Tony's doing this just to punish him. "And you can take the human VR with you."

"No," Bucky sharply refutes, gripping the table so tightly he's sure Tony will have to get a new one. "I go, I go alone."

"Sorry, Barnes, we'll need more than brawn to get us into that gala."

Six months. Almost six months passed and he'd done everything in his power to avoid this. To avoid being alone with you. To avoid working in close proximity to you and the aura of temptation and betrayal that shrouded you.

The number of favors he now owed to his teammates was proof of it. He had no interest in testing the limit of his will power. "Then, I'll take Wanda."

Tony crosses his arms, shaking his head and looking far too pleased at Bucky's discomfort, "Nope, she's needed on a different assignment."

You smirk, tongue running over your teeth like a predator watching their prey fall into their trap. "Careful, Bucky, I'm starting to get the sense that you don't want to work with me."

Bucky's eyes dart to you, grimacing at you, "Whatever."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun."

"Bucky," Steve starts, tightly gripping his shoulder as the room filters out. "What's the problem?"

Bucky glowers at you as you saunter out of the conference room. Of course, you're far too pleased with this outcome. You make a point to grin at him as rage rolls off of him. "I don't trust her."

"Why? She's never given us any reason not to."

"Because -" Bucky starts, faltering after only a word. He can't bring himself to say why. That was between you and him. A memory he buried long ago. "Forget about it."

But he remembers. All of it. He remembers the moment you betrayed him and broke his heart all too well. 

"My Soldat..."

He sighs in relief, he finally stops pacing the floor of your safe house. You asked to meet days ago and you had yet to show up. Weeks had passed without hearing from you. You'd never gone this long without making yourself known. Finally, here you were, back in his arms where you would always belong,"It's been too long. I was beginning to worry."

"Don't ever worry about me, my Soldat." Your words are sharper than he's ever heard from you, it shocks him. You caress his cheek, fingertips trailing down to his jawline, your words soften to a gentle whisper, "Don't ever worry about me."

He bends down and kisses the palm of your hand, "I will always worry. For you, I will worry for as long as I live."

You smile, resting your hand over his beating heart. That's why you were doing this. You made deals with people you hated, resigned yourself to a life always looking over your shoulder, and sealed your fate, all to keep his heart beating, all to give him the long, happy life he deserved.

"And for that, you'll always be my Soldat." You kiss him with everything you have left. Your last kiss. A goodbye kiss. Because if you loved something, you set it free. If they came back to you, they would always be yours. And now, you were setting him free. And he would never forgive you for this. He would never be yours again. "And that's why it had to end this way."

"What are you talking about?"

You back away from the window of your safe house, "I'm sorry."

"What?"

And that's when the SHIELD agents swarmed.

It was a moment hard to forget. Yet it was equally hard to remember, to remember why he didn't trust you, to remember why he could never allow himself to let his guard down, not when you were so good at taunting him. He was sure you were taunting. He knew it from the very moment you stepped into the armory in a red dress that nearly stopped his heart.

You make it a point to saunter past him, tossing a laugh over your shoulder, "Don't worry, Soldat. I'll be on my best behavior."

"I won't hold my breath." Flashes of old memories race through his head. This time, he's sure it's you. His eyes snap up to you with a glower, "You said you were going to be behave."

"I said I was going to be on my best behavior," you correct, making a show of picking out your knives for the night. "This is pretty much as good as it gets."

"That's what I was worried about," Bucky sighs to himself.

"Lighten up, Soldier. It's my last night, I'd like to have just a little fun."

"Last night?"

"That was the deal."

Bucky's eyes dart away from you as you lift your leg up. The fabric of your dress slides up as you strap a small dagger to your holster. He knows you're doing it on purpose to rile him up. That's not what worries him. What worries him is if you're not doing it intentionally. If you're not trying to get his attention and he's just so viscerally aware of you that he can't stop thinking about you. That's what worries him. He doesn't trust himself enough to be this drawn to you. He clears his throat of the knot forming, "So you're not staying?"

"Why? You gonna miss me?" you tease. He remains silent, his eyes unflinchingly forward. "Let's not kid ourselves, Bucky. You didn't want me to stay. Too risky - I might ruin your squeaky clean reputation."

He's absolutely certain that you're the only person that's ever referred to his reputation as squeaky clean. "You're really leaving?"

"It's okay, Soldat."

"I told you not to call me that," Bucky snaps. He's aware that his self control is slipping minute by minute. Every second in your presence is a test of his restraint.

"Do you still remember? Can you still see it in your mind? Or do you need me to show you?"

"Stop." He barks the second a flash of the memory starts playing in his head. He can see himself tossing his jacket on the floor in a frenzy. "That's enough."

You smirk that damned smirk at him again. His fist clenches tightly, the knuckles of his flesh hand white with strain. "You're thinking about us right now, aren't you?"

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to push the image out of his head, he frantically shakes his head, "Stop it."

"Do you want to know what I'm thinking about?"

"Not particularly," he rasps.

"Liar."

He clenches his jaw so tightly that he's worried he might break a tooth or two as he desperately tries to hold onto his last ounce of self control. He's fighting a losing battle. "I'm not a liar."

"So what would you do? If I touched you right now?" You rest your hand against his chest. "If I got just a little bit closer?"

He hopes you can't hear his heart stutter. "I - I wouldn't do anything."

"What if you knew they would never find out? If we were so quiet and we didn't make a sound?"

"It wouldn't change a thing."

"What if I told you I remember it all? Every night. Every mission. Every time you kissed me."

"I-" His voice falters. Now was his chance. This was it, whether he wanted you to stay or go. Would you stay if he admitted that he never stopped thinking about those stolen moments? Or would you betray him all over again and laugh in his face and smirk that damned smirk with pride at bringing him to his knees? He can't put his finger on it, but in this moment, he doesn't care. He'll take the chance. He swallows the knot in his throat, "I would tell you I remember all of it."

Your hand twitches against his chest. "What?"

"I remember every second. I'll never forget any of it. I could just never figure out: Was any of it real?"

"Can't you see, my Soldat?" Your hand skates past his collarbone, up his throat, coming to rest on his cheek. Your hand caresses him with a tenderness he thought he would never feel again. "It was always real. Every moment of it."

"Then why did you do it?" he softly exhales.

"I had my reasons."

He lunges forward, and in the blink of an eye, he's gripping your wrist and pinning it to the wall behind you, "Tell me."

You grin wildly. You've been here with him before. "Arrogant as ever, Soldat."

"If it was real, why did you do it?" he demands, flexing his grip.

You lick your lips, momentarily debating whether or not to give him the truth. It ate at you for years. From afar, you could live with the knowledge that he might always hate you for what you did. Watching the conflict warring in his eyes was an entirely different battle. You figure, of all the things you could give him, the truth would at least give him some sense of peace. "It wasn't safe."

He loosens his grip slightly, "I would've protected you."

"It wasn't safe for you."

His eyes flash open. "What?"

"You were my mission, Bucky," you finally confess. "There was never anything else - anyone else. It was you. Only you."

He lets go, the shock sending him staggering. Your hand skates down the wall, but he doesn't move back to allow you the space to move. "You were sent to kill me."

You tilt your head at him, "I clearly failed."

"That doesn't explain why you betrayed me."

"Someone found out about us."

He shakes his head, his eyes storming with anger, "No, we were careful."

"Someone knew. I got a nice gunshot in the back to prove it. They knew I wasn't going to complete my mission. They knew I was never going to kill you. I wasn't going to lead them right to you. I didn't know who was watching. I wasn't - I wasn't going to gamble your life until I was sure that they were all gone."

The realization dawns on Bucky almost immediately. Sure, you were one hell of an assassin. Sure, your powers were beyond belief and could take down even the most heinous villains. But not even you could singlehandedly take down the crime syndicate you used to work for. An organization almost as massive and pervasive as HYDRA was. That's why you put yourself in Nick Fury's debt. You did it for him. "That's why you owed Nick Fury. That's why you sold me out." 

"As twisted as it sounds, you were safer in SHIELD's custody. The moment I knew you were safe and in custody, I killed each and every one of them."

His voice is hoarse as he speaks, "You should've told me."

"I wasn't going to risk your life just so you wouldn't think badly of me."

"Then why did you come here?" he demands. "If you had no intention of telling me the truth, if you were going to pretend, why ask to come here?"

"I didn't ask to come here. I didn't know you were here. I stopped looking for you some time ago."

"Why?"

"I dug deep to finish what they started. And once I tore them down brick by brick, I needed to rebuild. I had nothing left. It took me a while to resurface."

"Oh." There's a tightness in Bucky's chest at your confession. He never looked for you. He though you betrayed him. Up until now, there was no reason to believe anything else. You rebuilt your life on your own. You had no one, nothing left. You were left all alone. He left you all alone. 

There's a strange look in Bucky's eye when you finally look up at him. There's a lightness you haven't scene in quite some time. "What?"

The corner of Bucky's mouth twitches up. You may not have known, but Nick Fury sure did. "Fury knew I was here. He knew where he was sending you. He knew about... us?"

"I assume he figured it out when I came to him, begging him to help me keep you safe."

A shaky exhale dances across your lips. Bucky closes the gap between the two of you, pressing you up against the wall with him. "It was real."

For the first time in a long time, you touch him. You rest your shaky hand against cheek, your fingers ghosting over his lips, "Finally, you see, it was real... my Soldat."

AnonymityIsFun Masterlist Inspired By Taylor Swift Masterlist Bucky Barnes Masterlist

As always, let me know what you think! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 💛

Taglist: @marianita195 @meli18gonzalez @ludicbouquetfromearth @matchat3a @famousbreadcherryblossomsstuff @valoraxx @blue786sworld @buckyandgeraltsupremacy @geminigengar @ansaturn @ecolle @lexhalstead3 @ybflkmj @mediocre-daydreams @shanye1112 @thegirlnextdoorssister @toomanyfanficsbruh @moonlightreader649 @breathtaking-cynthia @mirikusashes@beans-and-toast @niyahcoca @katiechikin @elxvrr @antiheroxsblog @infamouslyclumsy @krissydclayton93 @buckysbarne @deadheadwbedhead @qualitygiantshoepsychic @whitexwolfxx310 @getosprettyboy @matchat3a

#anonymityisfunwriter #anonymityisfun #anon's 1k celebration #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #reader insert #x reader #marvel fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky angst #bucky x female reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky fic #bucky fluff #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes au #bucky x you #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #inspired by taylor swift #i can see you #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x avenger!reader

[sinner-as-saint]

meaner than my demons

Dark!Bucky x Avenger!Reader au 

Run-through: You wake up in a manor in the middle of nowhere with no recollection of how you got there. All you remember is that you and Bucky were out on a mission, and then nothing. Bucky…? This wasn’t his doing, was it? What you didn’t know was that Bucky, of all people, had all the reasons to become the bad guy. To avenge himself, what was done to him, and all that was mercilessly taken from him. Nobody knew just how close he’d gotten to just giving into the twisted temptations that beckoned him over. All he needed was a slight nudge, a purpose – and you gave him that unknowingly. So he went, and he dragged you over to the darkness with him. 

Themes: angst, dark!bucky, kidnapping, sort of beauty and the beast vibes, mentions of bucky’s traumatic past as the winter soldier, smut, fluff, praise kink, HEA but slightly ambiguous ending ;) 

a/n: the angst is strong with this one. Also, I was merely experimenting with this character so take nothing too seriously <3 ily (p.s: this is long, grab a snack)

There’s a minotaur in the middle of the maze. 

That sentence echoed in your head as you slowly blinked your eyes open. Your vision was blurry, your head spun even as you laid down looking up at the shiny, intricate chandelier above the canopy bed you were currently in. 

You focused on the bizarrely alluring chandelier, blinking as you tried to bring your vision back to normal, trying to get your head to stop spinning. 

It felt like you were waking up after a night of heavy drinking. Slowly, as if not trusting your body, you sat up on the comfy bed. 

There’s a minotaur in the middle of the maze. 

There was that damn sentence again. What the fuck is even that? Where did it come from? You squinted as you looked around, feeling a throbbing headache forming. Nevermind the strange sentence, where were you was the real question here. How did you end up in this bed? 

Panicking you quickly assessed your body. You were still in your mission gear, except none of your guns were in their holsters. Other than that, everything felt fine. You weren’t hurt anywhere, except for a pain at the back of your neck. You moved your head, trying to figure out what the cause of the pain was, but other than some sore muscles, nothing hurt. 

You carefully sat on the edge of the bed, planting your boots on the ground and looking around. Judging by the light coming in through the ridiculously large georgian windows, it looked like it was well into the evening. And the room was… beautiful in a gothic, dark way. 

Apart from the fireplace within which was lit a small fire, and the golden scones on the walls and the chandelier above the bed, everything else was dark. The walls were dark green, the large canopy bed was all-black with dark grey bedding, the high ceiling was covered in detailed moulding. Dark, wooden coffee table and bookshelves, black leather upholstered sofas, a huge chest drawer in the corner. 

If you were kidnapped, you thought, you’d likely be in some dark room with no windows – like a dungeon. Not in a properly furnished, clean bedroom. 

You frowned as you tried to go back, trying to figure out how you got here. You got up from the bed and approached the windows, looking out. For a moment you were mesmerised by the view outside. From this window, you could see the sprawling wings of the house on either side of you. A manor, then, not a house. 

Situated at the foot of hills which rose behind the manor, partially shrouded in dense fog. Some countryside, then? You tucked that information away as you scanned the area even more. The manor it seemed was surrounded by thick woods. The hills, the fog, the dark green woods, it all seemed like it was a scene out of a mysterious, dangerous novel. The silence, the secrecy… 

You looked further around and noticed a walled garden not too far to the right, and to the complete left a… huge hedge maze. You could only see part of it but– 

There’s a minotaur in the middle of the maze…? 

The memory came flooding into your brain, and you almost lost your balance for a moment. 

You had been hiking up these hills for days. But a mission was a mission, correct? You looked behind you and noticed Bucky frowning in deep thought. 

“Are you sure about this?” You asked your good friend. You and Bucky had been paired together for many missions recently, all of them successful. You two made a great team. He wasn’t much of a talker, and you enjoyed silence and solitude. 

“Yeah,” He mumbled, coming to a stop beside you. “I received solid intel about a house just beyond these woods. The owner deals in illegal substances,” He added in his usual, dark-humoured, self-deprecating tone, “the kind that can create worse creatures than super soldiers.” 

“Hey!” You tapped him on the chest playfully, disapproving of his joke. Still you said, “I, for one, am glad they made you.” You added to his weird humour, “I get a good friend and a perfect bodyguard all in one.” 

Bucky gave you a rare smile. It made him look boyish and young, and… handsome. You looked away quickly. It always did something to you, that smile. It was a useless little crush you’d been nurturing since that day – months ago – when Bucky took a bullet to his shoulder to save you during a crossfire. 

“You can stay here if you want,” Bucky suggested, “I’ll go take a look and come back.” 

“No,” You reached into your backpack and pulled out two fancy binoculars, handing one to him, “We just need to get on top of this hill, and then we’ll keep an eye on the house and its ground for a while,” You explained as you began hiking up the hill again, Bucky following you loyally like he had this whole time, “And then we’ll make a plan. Okay?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Getting on top of the hill was no big deal. The hike was easy and the hill was high enough that you had a clear vision of the manor and its grounds even with thick woods between the hill and the manor. 

You let out a gasp the moment you looked through the binoculars. Bucky beside you did the same thing, not gasping at the beauty of it all though. Then again, few things impressed Bucky. You supposed this luxurious, gothic manor and its elegant grounds weren’t on the list. 

“Whoever this is should be ashamed that they’re using this beautiful place for something so dark.” You whispered, looking and taking in the details of the manor. It looked enchanting in the morning light. 

“You like it?” 

“Bucky, one would have to be an absolute idiot to not appreciate the beauty of this place. No neighbours, no one to bother you. Just foggy hills, dense woods and… ooh!” You exclaimed with genuine happiness, forgetting for a moment that you were here on a mission and not sightseeing. “Bucky! There’s a maze!” 

“Really?” 

You couldn’t look away. You zoomed as much as you could, trying to take in the details. “Yes, an actual maze and it’s huge!” You had the biggest smile on your face. “Oh this is a dream, and… oh look! There’s a minotaur in the middle of the maze!” 

Bucky let out a chuckle. “How cliché.” 

You kept watching, letting your guard completely down for a moment. You didn’t see Bucky approaching, you didn’t notice the shift, not until it was too late. 

“I’m sorry, doll.” 

That was the last thing you heard before feeling a burning sensation at the back of your neck, and then darkness and the warmth of Bucky’s chest as he held you to keep you from falling on the ground. 

Fuck. 

Bucky? 

Why would he do that? You didn’t do anything. You were breathing heavily now, looking around for a way out. These windows didn’t open, and the door must be– 

It opened right as you stared at it, and in walked Bucky. Dressed differently. He wasn’t in his usual mission gear. No leather jackets, no gun holsters, not even his knives. Just a casual shirt, and comfy trousers. Like this was normal. Like he was at home. 

Your eyes widened as this started to make a little more sense. But you didn’t dare think about it properly. He wouldn’t… right? He was your friend. You two had fought together for years. He was one of the good guys… right? 

“Buck?” 

He shut the door behind him as he stepped further into the room. “I came as fast as I could when they told me you were beginning to wake up.” He said a little sheepishly. 

What? But most importantly, “Who’s ‘they’?” You asked, trying your best to put all your training into practice and keeping your calm. 

“My housekeepers.” He answered like it was the most obvious thing. 

You noted the way he avoided your eyes, the way he kept flexing his metal hand. Bucky was slightly nervous. 

You took a step back, pressing against the cold windows. “What is going on? What is this place? Did you…” Your voice cracked as you asked, “Did you drug me?” 

“You wouldn’t come willingly.” He answered, staring deeply at the fireplace as he approached it and placed his metal hand on the mantle above. “And you wouldn’t be willing to listen to me.” 

Your heart pounded. What was he talking about? “This place, this house is… yours?” 

Bucky nodded. 

“And there is no guy dealing in dangerous substances, is there?” You figured this was a trap and you walked right into it. 

“No.” He answered truthfully. “There isn’t. This is my home. Well, one of them.” 

“Bucky,” You whispered, cautiously. Afraid. Wary. His home? Since when? “Why?”

He finally looked at you. The soft fire in the fireplace lit one side of his face and hid the other side in shadows. Fitting, you thought, despite it all. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.” He said, almost like he was offended that you would think so. “I would never hurt you, doll.” 

“I want the truth, Buck.” You stared deep into his familiar blue eyes, trying to find your friend in there. And he was there, but he was behind a dark smoke screen. “Please.” 

Bucky sighed. “Take a seat.” He said softly, settling down on one of the many sofas scattered around the spacious room. 

You didn’t. You remained there by the windows, like the distance between you and him would save you from the dangers you weren’t aware of yet. 

He sighed again, “Fine, be difficult then.” He got up, and began walking towards you. 

You panicked, remaining frozen in place for a moment. But by the time you moved to get away from him, he was too close. You went to run away but his metal hand firmly around your wrist stopped you. 

“I won’t hurt you.” He repeated, pulling you close until you hit his chest, then wrapped his other arms around you. “Believe me,” He said. 

You shook your head as you looked into his eyes, the hidden darkness in them. “What happened to you?” You whispered, “Why are you doing this?” 

He frowned as if you were the one being ridiculous. “Don’t you see? This place is perfect for us.”

For us? 

You noted the strange haze in his captivating eyes. Something was different about him. 

“What?” You blinked, ignoring the many questions you had. “Bucky, our friends, they need us.” You tried reasoning, though in vain, “We need to go back. And keep fighting–” 

“Back to what?” He argued, cutting you off. “Fight for who?” 

“The innocent people, Buck. The ones who are constant victims of our enemies, and–,” 

“I was a victim too.” He said, silencing you at once with a dark tone. “No one fought for me.” 

He rarely ever brought up HYDRA, so this was new territory to you. You approached it carefully, softening your voice as you said, “Steve did.” 

Bucky surprised you by scoffing carelessly. Dropping his voice he said, “And yet, all I ever was to him in the end was disposable.” 

That shut you up. 

For a moment you felt a fraction of the pain he felt. You always empathised with him, even before you started nurturing that little crush you had on him. “But you have the chance now, Buck.” You tried reasoning, calmly and no longer resisting his grip on your wrist. “Let’s go back, and fight so no one ever has to suffer like you did.” 

“No.” 

The finality in his tone made you shiver. “So what? You’re gonna keep me captive here and we’re gonna let the bad people win?” 

Bucky sighed. “They already won. Don’t you see the state of this world?” 

You flinched. “That’s your goal then? To punish the world and everyone in it?” 

“Punish it?” He scoffed. “No. I want to see it try and fend for itself. Or watch it die trying.” 

“Bucky…” You didn’t recognise the man you were looking at. “We can make a difference, no matter how minor. We’re the good guys, remember?” 

He let go of your hand, turned to face the windows pensively. “I’m done being good.” 

You remained frozen in place, assessing the situation quickly. He had his back to you, so he was confident you wouldn’t hurt him. He had shut the door on his way in but never locked it. That must mean even if you got past the door, he must’ve made sure you wouldn’t make it out of this house. 

But you couldn’t leave, could you? You believed him when he said he wouldn’t hurt you. You wouldn’t leave him here like this. Bucky was hurting, and he was acting this way because of that. But the house? Why bring you here? Why drug you? What did he want?  

“Bucky,” You said after taking a deep breath. “You’re my friend, we’ve fought together for years. You rescued me so many times. You took a bullet for me. I know you’re good.” 

He shook his head, looking out the window. “I’ve been good, all my life. I was good when I followed Steve and believed in what he stood for. I was good when I was captured, and forced to be a killing machine. I was good, deep down I know I was still good, even when they wiped my mind each time and made me perform however they wanted.” 

You flinched, your heart sinking with each word that came out of his mouth. 

He continued, as if numb to it all. 

“I was desperately good even when I found myself stuck in a wrong, superhuman body. I was good even when everyone around me expected me to get over it and keep fighting like a good little soldier.” He finally turned to you and said, “I’m done, now. What did it ever give me?” 

His words hit harder than a punch to the face. “Buck…” You almost comforted him, because there was still your dear friend, broken. But wrong. So wrong to believe there weren't still good things to fight for. “You have people who care for you.” 

“Do I?” His tone was mocking. And you didn’t dare reply, so he continued. “I’ve been used in experiments that had no ethical limits. I’ve been a weapon, a commodity. I’ve been a mindless soldier. I’ve been stuck in the body of a murderer. I’ve been a throwaway friend. No one ever cared.” 

“I do.” 

Bucky was quiet. His shoulders moving just a little as he breathed deeply. 

You continued. “And Sam does. And so do all of our friends.” You argued, trying to find something, anything to prove a point, “I mean, all of Wakanda believed in you when they helped you.” 

“They did.” He almost smiled in gratitude. “But they never trusted me.” He sounded genuinely sad. “I remained a weapon.” He looked down at his shiny metal arm and added, “So easily dismantled.” 

Was this really how you would lose him? To the darkness in his head? Your heart pounded as you looked at him. Standing proud and tall, looking out the window as the darkening evening made the room even dimmer. The last logs in the fireplace cracked. And Bucky was still so beautiful standing by the window, but broken. Like a tortured and grim lord of the manor. 

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Buck.” You took a step back when he turned to face you. 

“No, it doesn’t.” He agreed, weirdly. Then added, “I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t care about the rest of the world, I’m done being a good little soldier. I just want to be a man.” He took a few more steps until he was right in front of you. His handsome face so close to yours. “And be with the woman I want, in our own quiet little paradise.” His hand reached out to gently stroke your cheek. His metal hand found itself on your waist, tugging you closer gently. “Isn’t this perfect, doll? Hmm?” 

You were so surprised that you didn’t even properly register the meaning behind his words until you replayed it in your head a few times. “You… what?”  

“You know,” He smirked, fingers now tracing your parted lips. “At first I wondered what was taking you so long to realise. I’m not very good at being subtle with my feelings, you see. But you never caught on.” His smirk widened. “And then I found out why in the best way possible.” 

You were afraid to ask for some reasons. “Why?” You whispered. 

Bucky leaned in, brushing the cold tip of his nose against your cheek, and said, “Because you like me too, and you were too busy hiding your own feelings that you didn’t pay attention to mine. Wanna know how I know?” He chuckled, “I heard you whispering my name under your breath as you touched yourself. Too many times to count.” 

You gasped in surprise, unable to move. 

“Well,” He said, “That’s a figure of speech, of course I know exactly how many times. I kept count.” He continued, loving the way you began squirming in embarrassment. “It’s the metal hand, isn’t it? It turns you on?” He chuckled. 

“You…” You finally found your voice and stumbled on your words, “You had no right.” 

He laughed, pulling away to look at you. “To listen to you moaning my name? Not my fault you’re so loud to my very, very sensitive ears.” He teased. 

He was so close. His chest, so warm. His arms around you, so perfect that you almost forgot all about the conversation you had before all this. 

You stepped away, and out of his embrace. Taking a deep breath, you tried to focus on the important thing here. “What do you want, Bucky?” 

He shrugged, “Well right now I want us to have dinner, it’s getting late and you haven’t eaten all day.” 

You sighed. “Then? When I want to leave, you’ll stop me?” 

Bucky was so very still. It was inhuman. Then again, he was not exactly just a regular guy. “If I wanted you trapped here you would have woken up tied to the bed, doll.” 

“So I can walk away from here if I want?” You asked. No. That would be too easy. Wouldn’t it? 

“You could.” 

Another trap, you figured. For the first time since this absurd evening started, you straightened your back and faced Bucky with a little less fear, and embarrassment. “You won’t win, Bucky. Not like this.” 

He gave you a handsome, smug grin and said, “We’ll talk about all that later. Now, do what you need to do, freshen up,” He pointed at the door in the corner of the bedroom, the bathroom you assumed, “And join me for dinner downstairs.” He leaned in and too casually kissed your forehead. “Don’t keep me waiting, doll.” 

And he left. Leaving you even more confused than when you didn’t have any answers. 

You thought about it as you reluctantly made your way into the bathroom which was just as dark and luxurious as the rest of the bedroom. Dark green walls, a large white and gold tub, mouldings on the ceiling matching the bedroom, large gilded mirrors and sinks. A spacious shower booth, with fancy faucets and shower heads. 

You checked the many cabinets and found everything one could need. The skin care products looked inviting but first of all, you needed a hot shower. You grabbed a neatly folded bathrobe and some body wash products and stepped into the booth. 

Then you spent your time thinking about everything. What did you know as of now? That Bucky owned this place, it was his home. That Bucky was done fighting, he had plans to say ‘fuck it all’ and retire. That he liked you back? Fine, he did. He wanted you to stay here with him? And never fight again? That was a whole other thing you had to worry about. But first, how to get out of here? 

Also how did Bucky afford this place? Had he always been filthy rich? 

What was the endgame here? And if he managed to keep you here, would any of your friends come looking for you? No one even knew where you were, that’s how much you trusted Bucky. The moment he brought this fake mission up you agreed to come with him immediately. Alright, your little crush had had an influence on your decision making but still. 

Could you trust Bucky now? It felt foolish to admit, but yes. Yes you could. Bucky would never hurt you. 

So you got out of the shower, with more questions and made your way back to the room and found neatly folded clothes on the bed. Soft, comfy, casual clothes. You put them on and took a deep breath before you stepped out of the room. 

As you made your way down one of the two ornate staircases, you hoped you’d find Bucky again somewhere down here. Meanwhile you couldn’t help but admire his home. It was… hauntingly beautiful. It was more dark than lit. Rich colours: dark green, dark red, black. Gilded picture frames along the hallways, large foyer, high ceilings, carved designs on almost all the furniture. Everything screamed luxury, expensive taste, old money, and like a home out of another era. An older era. 

You couldn’t see any of the housekeepers, but you soon found Bucky sitting at the head of a ridiculously fancy dining table in the dining room. 

“There you are,” He said, placing his wine glass down, “I was beginning to think you must be trying to get away.” He teased. 

You rolled your eyes and then quickly took in the room. Just as spacious as the rest of the house. A fireplace in a corner, tall arched windows, dark red curtains which allowed just the briefest amount of moonlight to come in. The room was well lit, and you couldn’t miss the grand chandelier above the adorned table and chairs. 

Sitting at the head of that table, Bucky reminded you of a bored prince – surrounded by unexplainable luxury which suited him too well. 

You took a seat at the other end of the table, facing Bucky fully. He noted your tactic and smirked. Then you said, “I didn't know you were rich.” Because surely super soldiers aren’t getting paid this much. 

He shrugged like it was no big deal, “I’m over a century old, doll. I would be an absolute idiot if I didn’t amass a fortune that could last me a couple more lifetimes.” 

You also noted the way he used your own words against you, but kept quiet. “Right. But how exactly?” 

He explained. “A lot of the people I was asked to... get rid of for HYDRA were influential people. Rich, wealthy, borderline royalty. And they would always try to bribe me just to be spared. They offered me everything I wanted if I let them go.” 

He sighed, almost in annoyance of the memories. 

He continued, “I couldn't let them go of course, but they always revealed all their secrets during their last moments.” His stare was distant. “And after the job was done, whatever they left behind, whatever they offered, locations of their hidden wealth and riches, it was all mine for the taking.” He added, “And since I was a good little machine, HYDRA never looked too deep into what I did as long as I got the job done.” 

Everytime Bucky opened up about his past, you realised that there was so much about him that you didn’t know. “That’s a lot of secrets.” 

“Indeed.” 

“And this manor? It’s one of the secrets left behind by someone you got rid of as well?” 

“No,” He said, “This was built from the ground up. Decades ago.” 

Decades. Again, another reminder of how many lives he had lived in the past century. It was almost fascinating. You opened your mouth to ask another question, but the door behind Bucky – which you hadn’t noticed earlier – opened and in walked two ladies with full trays in their hands. One of the trays filled with food, including a glass of wine, was brought over to you. 

You eyed the tray for a moment before you sent a questioning glare at Bucky. 

“What? Is it a surprise that I know what you like?” There was that smug grin again on his handsome face. 

Hunger won over confusion and anger, so you took a bite out of some food before you asked, “How did you put up such a good façade? For so long?” Hiding all of this couldn’t have been easy, right? 

“I didn't.” He answered. “I thought a broken soldier was what I needed to be, all I could ever be.” He smiled, “Then I met you and for the first time, I craved a simpler life. One where we could have nothing but time to do what we wanted, and no longer have to partake in fights that aren't ours.” 

You genuinely wanted to know, so you asked softly, “Is this truly what you want, Buck? To sit here and say to hell with the world outside?” 

“Isn’t it peaceful?” He questioned, “No meetings, or briefings. No country out to get us, no enemies out to kill us.” 

You remained quiet. For a little while, you both ate in silence. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on each one of your movements. He kept quiet though, and then you asked, “Why is no one out to get you? Given who you are and who you used to be, one would assume you’d have the most enemies out there.” 

“I have friends in all the right places.” He answered. 

You frowned. “What does that mean?” 

He smirked, “Now, I can’t give away all my secrets, can I?” He said as he stood up, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin. “I have some things I need to do, you’ll find your way back to your room?” 

You nodded, though suspicious at the sudden freedom. 

He whispered a quick ‘good night’ and left. Which made you frown in confusion because why would he leave you here? When you could easily walk out? Was he expecting you to try and escape? Was he hoping you would? 

You got up from the table, and carefully walked out of the dining room, stepping into the hallway. You didn’t take the time to admire the scones on the walls, the paintings, anything. All you saw was the foyer and beyond which was the grand entrance of the manor. 

Even from the inside you could see the foggy air outside. The fog swirling around like smoke. It looked cold out. Even if you made a run for it, you would be sick and frozen by morning. 

You stood there for a moment, steps away from the foyer. There were no cameras, that was the first thing you looked for in the house. None of the housekeepers could be seen, you realised they made themselves scarce. 

You should’ve taken the staircase and gone back up to the bedroom. Maybe you’d question Bucky tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow he’d listen. But the front doors looked tempting. And that part of your brain which always went seeking trouble, the part that always pushed you into doing bold things, that part made you move towards the doors. 

Chances were that Bucky was watching, and you almost wanted him to see. To see that you couldn’t be kept here. So you went for it. You waited for some kind of alarm to go off as you turned the door knob and pulled open the door, stepping a foot out and then the other. But no alarm came. 

The fog messed with your vision, you couldn’t see further than the white marble steps. It was cold and you had no extra layers on. This was stupid. And yet, you took a few more steps down the marble stairs which led to what you assumed would be the front yard. 

You were about five steps down before you stopped. There was the silhouette of a male figure standing at the bottom of the stairs, engulfed by the fog. The moonlight made him look like a dark villain. Yet the shiny metal arm gave him away. “I thought you said I could walk away.” You tested the waters. 

“I did say you could.” He took a step up the stairs, “I didn’t say I would let you get too far.” 

You scoffed, trying your hardest to hide how you shivered in the cold night. The fog was all around you by now. All you could see was the faint outline of Bucky and the white stairs. 

“Get back inside,” He ordered. “It’s cold out.” 

“I won’t let you make a prisoner out of me.” 

“That’s not my goal here.” He sounded reassuring. 

“Then let me go.” 

“You know I can’t do that, doll.” He took another step, getting closer. You could tell by his stance that he was ready for it, should you want to fight your way out of here. 

And you did. You went for it. 

First a punch, then a kick. It was hard to keep your balance on marble stairs, but you did your best, just like when you two used to spar while training. 

You gave it your all, you tried your hardest to get him off his feet and on the ground and possibly make a run for it, but he anticipated each punch, each kick. You put up a decent fight for a few minutes, grunting at each failed punch and kick. 

“I don’t want to hurt you!” He growled, blocking yet another one of your punches. 

You didn’t stop, you kept trying until it hurt. Until he managed to have you pinned to the ground, your back hurting against the marble stairs, metal hand around your throat, his muscular body straddling yours right there on the cool marble stairs, the edge of the steps digging into your skin, making you hiss in pain. 

“Let go!” You spat bitterly at him, looking up and finding him glaring down at you. His breath fogged against the cold air. 

Bucky chuckled. “You forgot you trained you, doll? Hmm? You forgot who taught you everything you know about combat?” Bucky smirked as he leaned down. His face was directly above yours, his nose touching yours. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to walk away all hard after sparring with you?” He leaned just a little closer so his mouth hovered over yours. “It turned you on too, didn’t it? I could smell it then. And I can smell it now.” 

That did it. You managed to find enough energy to push him off of you, you were on him the moment his body hit the marble floor, straddling him and pinning him to the ground by the throat just like he did you. You could tell the edges of the stairs were digging into his back too by the way he hissed. But you didn’t let go.

“Enough.” You tightened your grip around his throat. “I won’t play this little game with you.” You breathed heavily, exhausted by now, “You want to stay here and pretend to be some tortured, gothic lord of the manor? Fine! Go ahead. But let me go.” 

“You don’t want to go.” He whispered, confidently. He just laid there, under you. Arms limp by his sides even though you knew too well that he could flip you around at any moment he wanted. 

“Oh yeah? Is that what you think?” 

He smirked. It annoyed you how handsome he was. “I know. If you so desperately wanted to get out of here then by now you would’ve used the knife you snuck into your pocket from the dinner table.” He chuckled. “Can’t do it, can you?” 

Damn him. And here you thought you were being slick. You didn’t realise his hands had moved, no longer limp on his sides but now on your legs, fingers reaching for the crease of your thighs, rubbing your skin through the thin PJ pants you wore. 

You gasped when his metal hand found its way between your parted legs, caressing you through the layers of clothing you wore. “Don’t you see?” He said, cold fingers moving along your waistband, “I’m doing this for us.” His fingers slipped into your pants, making you gasp even louder as you felt him touching you. 

Your face burned as you thought about how many times you’d dreamt of this moment. How many times had you pretended it was his hand touching you. But it was never in these circumstances. Never had you thought it would happen on marble stairs, surrounded by dense fog, in some mysterious manor. 

“Bucky,” You whispered, feeling his fingers slowly separating your wet folds, inspecting your slit before he slid one, then a second metal finger into you. 

“Yes, baby?” His other hand wandered all over your body as you straddled him, reaching up to cup your face. His thumb traced the shape of your mouth while his two metal fingers slid so perfectly in and out of you, making you ride his fingers just briefly to chase the feeling of them against you. “Doesn’t it feel good? Hmm?” He thrust his fingers deeper into you, his metal thumb gently rubbing your clit, “Does it feel better than your fantasies?” 

Damn him. 

You couldn’t help but grind against his hand, wanting more and more. You didn’t care about anything right now, all that mattered was how good it felt. How much, much better than your fantasies it was. But you wouldn’t tell him all that. 

He didn’t need to be told. He could see it. The way you moved your hips, the way you bit your lower lip to hold back your moans and whimpers, the way you clenched around his fingers. “Come for me, doll.” He whispered, feeling your grip loosen around his throat. “Come all over my fingers like a good girl.” 

You hated how quickly you came, grinding against his hand and riding his fingers like a desperate woman. The cold, the fog, your knees digging into the hard marble, none of it mattered as you came, panting and trying your hardest to catch your breath. 

“We should head back inside,” He said, catching you just in time as you were about to collapse on top of the stairs, cradling you carefully. “Don’t want you to catch a cold.” 

—

Two days later, Bucky asked you during breakfast if you wanted to see the walled garden. 

The two of you hadn’t talked much these past two days. You only saw Bucky at meal times, and kept to yourself mostly. The weather had been mostly rainy as well, even thunderstorms at night. It suited the foggy environment really well. 

Neither you nor Bucky brought up that night you two fucked. You crossed paths with him these past two days in the dining room, the hallways, and the main living room, but you didn’t say a word to each other. It was painfully awkward. 

You didn’t hate what happened. You just didn’t understand. You didn’t understand him, nor this situation. None of it. How can Bucky just switch like that? How did he manage to hide all this? What else could he be hiding? 

And this morning, now that the rain had temporarily disappeared and a soft sun was shining, when he offered to show you around the walled garden, it felt like he was extending a peaceful hand. So you agreed immediately. You could use some fresh air. Plus, you figured, you and Bucky would have to talk at some point. 

So by mid-morning, you followed him out into the yard. The walled garden was closeby, and it was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. It was huge. The landscaping was incredible, you could tell a lot of care went into it. 

This is...," You couldn’t come up with the right words. 

There was a pond in the middle. The four stone walls were covered with vines and the tiniest little flowers. The entrance was a moon gate, the entire thing was filled with brick pathways, a small section was dedicated to herbs, but most of the space was occupied by well trimmed hedges and bushes. 

"Beautiful, isn’t it?" He looked around, as if trying to see what it looks like from the eyes of someone seeing it for the first time. "I spend a lot of my time here." He sounded so calm as he said it. Like it brought him genuine happiness. 

"It's so peaceful here." 

You could hear the birds in the nearby trees. You could feel the breeze. The sweet smell of the flowers and slightly stronger scent of the herbs. The cool, damp ground while the smell of the rain lingered. The lush green vines surrounding the walls of the garden. It was more peaceful than it was breathtakingly beautiful. 

Its owner looked no less breathtaking. Dressed in simple dark trousers and a dark green sweater, he looked every bit the master of these grounds. He looked so different now, compared to the Bucky you used to know. 

"We should talk, Buck." You looked down, playing with the fabric of your soft sweater. 

"Yes," He agreed. "You've been ignoring me." He accused. 

You couldn’t look up at him, not even when he stepped closer. “Not ignoring you, I just… it’s hard to understand you, Bucky.” You explained. “One moment you were someone I knew for years, a constant in my life and now you’re… I don’t know this new you.” 

He remained quiet, listening. 

You continued. “Plus you talk about us living here like it was the plan all along.” 

“Wasn’t it?” He said, clenching his jaw then unclenching it. You hated how much you liked that. “Finding peace and a home. Wasn’t that the end goal? Or did you plan to sacrifice yourself in combat?” 

“Our job is to fight, Buck. We–” 

“Who said that?” He argued. “Haven’t we fought enough? Haven’t we given enough?” 

You sighed, looking away at the pond like it would have some answers. Then you said, “We can’t just live out here, away from everyone, leave the world to burn and pretend that this isn’t selfish, Buck.” 

Bucky shrugged, “Why? Nobody batted an eye when Stark did it.” 

“It was different for him.” You said, taking a few steps to reach the nearest rose bush. It had no flowers but you admired it all the same. “He had a family, a kid. He was a married man.” 

Bucky scoffed, “That’s it? That’s what it’ll take, then? I can marry you and give you a child.” He sounded partially playful. And it made you roll your eyes. 

“Shut up, Buck.” 

He chuckled. For a moment it sounded like the many bickerings you two always had as friends. For a moment all of this felt normal, comfortable. 

But it couldn’t be, could it? 

“You’re gonna have to let me go at some point.” 

“No.” He answered, sounding sure of himself as he pulled you into his arms. “I won’t let you go back and fight till it kills you. All so you can protect a world or its people who won’t even care that you died for them.” 

“That’s not your choice to make.” You looked up at him, unable to help yourself as you looked down at his soft lips, wondering what they tasted like. 

“It is.” He argued, leaning in so his mouth brushed against yours. “We could live normal lives, away from all that. Just you and me. We could travel, see whatever little beauty is left in this world. And just be free. Be us.” 

You pushed him away even though all you wanted was to be close to him. “And then what?” You asked, “We’ll be together forever? I have a couple more decades at best. I’m human, remember that.” 

He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets and said, “You could change that.” 

You frowned. “What does that mean?” 

Nothing could’ve prepared you for what he said next. “I have vials of the serum used on me. Not all of it was destroyed over the years.” He sent a curious look your way. “Maybe if you–,” 

You shook your head, rushing past him and almost running back into the house. “You’re insane, Bucky Barnes!” 

Bucky ran after you, “Wait, I didn’t mean it like that, baby. I didn’t mean right now!” 

“No!” You stopped and turned to face him, pointing a finger at his face. “After all that you told me the other night, about being trapped in an alien body and all, now you suggest that you’ll have me take the serum just so you can live out this sick, twisted fantasy you created of us in your head?” 

Bucky stepped closer to you, reaching out with his metal arm and pulling you closer to him. “I’m saying you’d have the choice. I would never force you. And you know that.” 

You were quiet for a moment, breathing heavily as you stared into his deep blue eyes. You didn’t know why, maybe it was the stress of these past few days and this conversation you two had just had, but your eyes burned as you began tearing up. “What happened to you, Buck?” Your voice cracked as you asked. 

You closed your eyes, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. You felt his face getting closer and closer until he pressed his forehead against yours, both his arms circling around you. 

“I’m sorry,” He said, “I shouldn’t have said that. I… I don’t know how to keep you close to me.” 

You didn’t say anything. You just let him hold you, while you felt that inner turmoil growing. 

— 

You ignored Bucky again for the next week or so. You stopped showing up to join him for meals, so he resorted to having your food sent up to your room for you. In that week of silent treatment, you’d began talking to the lovely ladies who worked in his home. 

The oldest of the two was the most affectionate, and she always brought you extra servings of your favourite desserts. Which you had been ignoring. 

One night as she brought your dinner in she said, “He hasn’t been eating well either, you know?” 

You pretended you didn’t care. So you didn’t say anything. 

The kind lady spoke again, “He’s not bad at heart.” 

You couldn’t help but ask, “How long have you known him?” 

She smiled fondly, “Decades. I came looking for work when the house was being built. I’m from the nearby town, you see? And my family… Well, they disowned me after I had a child out of wedlock. I had nowhere to go. But James took me in.” She chuckled, “Of course, I’ve grown old since.” 

But he remained the same. 

She continued, “He’s always been kind. A little cold, maybe. But he’s kind.” She paused and added, “And he’s lonely. He’s trapped, you see? In a world he should’ve never been in. Companionship, perhaps, would make this a little more bearable for him.” 

“It’s not so easy to give up what he’s asking me to. He’s asking me to give up everything, to leave it all behind.” Granted there wasn’t much to leave in the first place. You had no family, and the only friends you had were the ones you fought alongside with. 

She carefully reached out and touched your cheek. The warmth of her hand made you smile faintly. “We all make sacrifices for love, don’t we?” 

You sighed, “I think he’s hurt, and confused.” 

She laughed quietly, “Oh James is many things, confused isn’t one of them.” 

You frowned. “Do you not see that he’s wrong?” You sounded unsure of yourself for a moment there. 

“For choosing to live his life how he wants to? For wanting a better life for you? No.” 

Fine then. “What about how he’s keeping me here?” 

She smiled again. “You know, he always talks about you since the day you two first met years ago. And he always told me how brilliant you were, how strong and brave you were in combat. How well you did in training and how easily you took down men twice the size of you.” She smiled proudly, even though she’d just met you. “And you know what I think?” She paused, “I think if you really wanted to leave, you would’ve fought your way out of here already.” Then before she left your bedroom she added, “Don’t underestimate how much that man loves you.” 

You didn’t sleep all night because you kept replaying that conversation in your head. Over and over again. Were you here, truly, on your own volition after all? Did you subconsciously want this over the violence? 

— 

The next morning, Bucky was surprised to find you making your way into his library. He watched quietly how you paused at the doorway, wide-eyed and startled. 

“You have a library.” 

It sounded less awe-struck and more like an accusation. Like how dare he have a whole ass library and not show it to you earlier? Bucky saw a glimpse of the normal you, and he couldn’t help but smile. This was a gift after a whole week of you ignoring him and him pretending like he wasn’t walking around sulking. “Did you lose your way or did you mean to ruin your streak of giving me the silent treatment?” 

He smirked when you glared at him. 

Damn, his smirk. The way it lit up his handsome face… it had been too long since you’d come. And given he had admitted to having heard you masturbate before, you didn’t dare do it under his own roof. So it was safe to say that you were, maybe, just a little touch-starved and needy. 

And him looking this good early in the morning was not helping. Tight black t-shirt, and soft, grey PJ pants. How dare he look this good while you were barely able to make sense of all that was happening? 

“We should talk. Properly. No fighting, no arguing.” You said. 

Bucky nodded, leaning against a nearby bookshelf. “What about?” 

You took a deep breath, “I think I know why I haven’t fought my way out of here yet. Because let’s face it, I could kick your ass if I really wanted to.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” 

You took a few steps around the room, eyeing the many shelves. It was a grand, two-level library. With ornate metal stairs that led to the top level. It would take a couple of lifetimes to read all the books here. Or maybe just one long super soldier lifetime. 

“Because I’m curious.” You admitted. “You were simply my friend before. But–” 

He added pompously, “One you have a crush on.” 

You ignored that, for now. “But now you’re… someone I don’t know. It’s hard to– it feels different. You feel different. And I can’t help it, but I want to know more. About this life you’re choosing to live. How is it so easy for you to make that choice without any guilt? I want to know.” 

Bucky took a moment to process, then asked, “Are you giving me a chance?” 

“I’m tired of being angry at you for kidnapping me.” You said, sighing. He opened his mouth to argue but you raised a hand to stop him. “I don’t agree with the way you did things, how you’re keeping me here, but I… I miss you, Buck. I miss us.” 

Well, since you were having an honest conversation, Bucky felt comfortable to ask, “Do you still like me?” There was a rare vulnerability in his tone. 

You allowed yourself to take a step closer to the shelf he was leaning against. Inching closer to him you murmured, “I would’ve stabbed you that very first night if I didn’t.” 

He smiled. You smiled back. 

—

Things were gradually getting back to normal after that. Well, about as normal as things can get when you’re forbidden from leaving the grounds of your friend’s manor. 

You’d missed your usual morning runs, so you resumed going on runs in the mornings. The grounds were more vast than you thought, it took you days to finally map out the entire place. All except the maze. You always ran by it, or around it, never daring to go inside it. Not yet. 

After your runs, and a quick shower, you’d always join Bucky for breakfast. Over time, you learned so much about him and the life he had here. It wasn’t just this magnificent home he owned, but numerous farms and multiple businesses in the small town nearby. 

Your ‘relationship’ with him changed as well. While the two of you didn’t have sex again, the tension was beginning to get too much to ignore. Quick kisses in the mornings, and lingering kisses at night. Oftentimes you were tempted to ask Bucky to spend the night with you, but you thought it’d be best to wait. After all, this was all so new. 

For the first time in years, you were actually contemplating leaving the ‘superhero’ duties behind and choosing yourself. It was hard not to constantly taste the guilt whenever you found yourself so close to giving into Bucky, and choosing what he was offering. 

—

“Do you really have the serum?” 

You asked one morning, while the two of you chose to have breakfast in the library. It was a rainy morning, and the library had massive windows so Bucky suggested you spend the morning there, knowing how much you liked it when it rained. 

You agreed. Who would say no to breakfast, good books, and a rainy morning? 

Then you got curious, and asked about the serum. 

Bucky nodded. “I managed to get my hands on a few vials.” 

Your eyes widened. “A few? How the hell did you do that?” 

Bucky had a humourless smile on his face. “They tended to give me some freedom whenever I took part in their…more peculiar experiments.” 

You were quick to say, “We don’t have to talk about it if–,” 

He cut you off and explained nonetheless, “They were trying to see if they could create a new generation of super soldiers naturally.” 

You wanted so much to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. Not out of pity, no. Just to remind him of how strong he is and how far he’s come. How he didn’t deserve all that he went through. 

“I had the chance, and I just took some of the vials and hid them out here.” 

“Can I ask why?” 

He kept that same humourless smile. “Out of desperation I guess. I secretly hoped that one day someone might want to be with me. And if needed, I could keep them with me for longer than their human life would naturally allow.” 

“Oh, Buck.” 

You couldn’t help yourself then. You stood up, walked around the small coffee table and sat on the arm of the sofa Bucky was currently sat on. Behind him, rain hit the window mercilessly as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into you. 

He leaned into the hug for a moment, before pulling onto his lap then properly hugging you. He shoved his face into your neck, just breathing. His arms around you were not letting you go anytime soon. 

“I need you.” He murmured against your neck, beginning to lightly kiss your skin. “Please,” He whispered. 

The desire in his voice couldn’t go unnoticed, and you were barely able to hold back either so you quickly straddled him properly. Thankfully the dress you’d chosen for today allowed you to move comfortably. 

Bucky hands were eager, touching you everywhere he could, greedy for more. He grabbed you by the hips and pressed you down, onto his prominent erection. He watched how you whimpered, how your hands found themselves under the tight fabric of his shirt, pressing against his chest, feeling him.

Bucky smirked when he felt your hands moving down his chest, further down until you were rapidly undoing his pants and freeing his throbbing cock. He caught the way you whimpered under your breath at the sight of him, then you went on to wrap your hand around him, slowly stroking him, making him throw his head back and groan under his breath. “Fuck, that feels good, baby. That’s it, keep going.” 

You leaned in close to him again, “I want you,” you whispered against his lips and then pressed your mouth to his. You slipped your tongue past his lips and slowly stroked the top of his mouth, unable to pretend any longer. 

He growled into your mouth, into the kiss as his hands rubbed up and down your sides lovingly. “Take me then. I’m all yours.” 

You didn’t waste any more time. You pulled away from the kiss briefly, lifting your lower body off his. Bucky helped by pulling your thin underwear to the side – both too impatient to properly take your clothes off – and he watched how you slowly lowered yourself down on his cock. 

Your body resisted just a little to fit him inside, but then he pulled you down till you sank down on him completely, both of you moaning at the feeling. 

Bucky grabbed your hips in place and gently thrust his hips up and you moaned wantonly as you felt him fill you up. “Fuck, baby… such a good girl for me.” 

You whimpered as the tip of his cock reached sensitive places you never knew existed. You took a good look at the man beneath you. He was beyond beautiful. Lips parted, breathing heavily. It gave you a warm rush to see him this worked up knowing you were the reason why. 

You moved faster then, impaling yourself down on his cock. You whimpered shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely each time, feeling him reach deeper into you with each thrust. His metal hand slipped between the two of you and found your clit, he rubbed it lazily. 

“This little cunt was made for me, wasn’t it?” He groaned, looking up to watch how you frowned in pleasure. “All for me…”  

You leaned down to kiss him, biting down and tugging at his bottom lip while you sped up, and his cock stretched you out each time he filled you up. “You feel so good,” You mumbled. 

Bucky pulled your warm body closer to his. Your lips brushed against his each time you moved up and down his cock. “You’re mine.” He said. “You hear me?” 

You nodded, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his eyes. Bucky held you at your waist and rhythmically thrust his hips up each time to match your movements. Brows furrowing and panting while you rode his cock. 

“Tell me you’re mine.” He panted against your cheek, kissing the side of your face and gripping your jaw with his hand. “Tell me you’re mine to fuck, to love, and care for. Tell me.” 

“All yours…” You didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, and he kept thrusting his hips up into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came, hard, feeling your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you came undone. You panted and leaned forward, pushing your face into his neck to catch your breath. 

Bucky came right after you, his warm load spilling inside of you, filling you up as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed your trembling body closer to him. 

You laid your head on his shoulder, catching your breath, as you thought of a lot of things. The main one being, you didn’t hate this at all. You wouldn’t mind if this was your daily life. Maybe it was the post-sex brain but, this felt so right and you didn’t ever want to leave this moment. 

—

It was hard keeping your hands to yourselves for the following days. You and Bucky began sleeping in the same bed. 

On days when the weather was good, Bucky would take you out and show you around the little town. It was cosy and perfect, and had the best bakeries in the world. Then he would take you to the many farms he owned, and you saw genuine happiness on his face. Like this calm life was indeed all he wanted. 

And time just flew by. You no longer kept track of days. 

One evening, Bucky asked, “Have you been in the maze yet?” 

You linked your elbow to his as the two of you made your way downstairs, and said, “Not yet. It looks… I don’t know, intimidating. And it’s huge, I worry I’ll get lost.” 

Bucky chuckled. “Want me to take you?” 

“Right now? But it’s getting dark.” 

“Come,” He led you to the front door, crossing the foyer, “It’s prettier at night anyway.” 

It was dark out, but there were golden lights placed all around the tall hedge maze. It wasn’t too lit up but just enough to create the right ambiance and allow one to roam around comfortably. It was colder inside, you realised as you held onto Bucky’s hand and let him guide you deeper and deeper inside. 

The fog was beginning to float around, settling just above the ground the deeper you went inside the maze. You shivered, despite the coat Bucky insisted you wore before stepping out of the house. 

“Don’t be scared, baby.” Bucky reassured you as he wrapped his arm tighter around you. “I’m right here.” 

The maze wasn’t creepy by any means. Like everything else on these grounds, it was hauntingly beautiful. Timeless. Like it knows too much, like it was alive and it remembered. It was inviting, even as you went deeper and deeper until you reached the middle. And faced the gigantic water fountain, in the middle of which, placed on a stone pedestal was the minotaur statue. 

It felt alive too. Like he was waiting for a command to move. 

The middle area was spacious, tidy and beautiful. With alcoves, benches, bird feeders, and brick pathways. And in the dark, with fog swirling around, it looked like a scene from a movie. 

Bucky stood back and let you take it all in. He watched how you slowly walked around the fountain, admiring the intricate details, admiring the statue. 

Then you asked, “Why the minotaur?” You stopped at the other side of the fountain, watching Bucky through the soft streams of water that fell. 

Bucky smiled. “For dramatics, mostly. I like the myth.” 

You chuckled. “I see.” 

Bucky shoved his hands into his coat pockets and asked, “You ever wonder what truly happened to the maidens that were sent into the minotaur’s maze?” 

“They were never seen again. He either ate or killed them according to the myths.” You answered. 

He nodded, “Or maybe he didn’t hurt them. Maybe they just never wanted to leave.” 

Ah. So he was speaking in riddles again. “Like how you don’t want me to ever leave?” 

“You won’t.” He sounded too sure, yet again. 

“You sound very sure.” You watched him carefully. 

Bucky smiled, “You forget that I know you, doll. Better than you know yourself.” He paused, then added, “You find comfort in the darkness too.” 

“Comfort?” 

Bucky remained on the other side of the fountain as he spoke, the fog swirling around him almost like he ordered it to. “You think I don’t know you have trouble sleeping? That the nightmares bother you too? Of all the missions we’ve been on, the people we’ve had to kill for some greater good? Cities we demolished? Houses and families we tore apart? All in the name of being altruistic heroes?” 

Suddenly you had trouble breathing. 

Bucky continued, this time walking around the fountain and slowly getting closer to you, “That’s why you like running, isn’t it? You pretend you’re running from it all. You pretend you’re free. That you can finally escape it all and put an end to it. You run till your legs get numb, till your lungs burn. Till each breath hurts. So it can finally feel like well-deserved punishment.” 

“Stop.” You audibly gasped for air this time, as your eyes began watering. You no longer felt the cold. No longer felt the dampness of the fog. Nothing, but the ache in your chest. 

“I’ve been there, doll. No matter what you do, it doesn’t go away. The guilt doesn’t go away. Not until you stop and walk away from that life.” 

“Bucky, please…” You turned around, not able to face him anymore as the tears fell down your cheeks. You heard him getting closer. You felt his warmth against your back as he placed his arms around you, pulling you in. 

“Maybe that’s why the maidens never left the maze.” He said. “Maybe they realised that his darkness was better than the cruel world who reduced their pure hearts and souls to being mere sacrifices.” 

The night had gotten colder somehow. The wind had picked up, like it was about to rain. The fog clinging to the hedges was thicker now. 

“Stay with me.” He whispered into your ear. “It’s chaos out there. Stay here with me.” 

You sniffled quietly. “I’m scared, Buck.” 

The rain came then. Light drizzle, then slowly getting heavier. Bucky pulled you to the nearest alcove and kept you safe and warm between the stone wall and his muscular body, sheltering you from the rain. 

“I’m here.” He reassured you. 

“I’m scared.” You repeated, holding onto him like he was the only thing you’d ever hold. 

Bucky pressed his lips against your forehead, “I know, baby. I know.” He murmured. “But I see you. You'll never have to pretend with me. I know you’re tired, of fighting, of being good and getting nothing in return. It’s okay to stop, baby. We’ll never have to fight or kill again.” He sounded hopeful. “We’ll be happy here.” So hopeful, and pure that it hurt. “I’m here, doll. It’s okay.” 

You couldn’t help but kiss him. Bucky kissed you back ferociously, like he’d held back all those times before, but now he no longer could. His hands wandered, pulling your dress up quickly as he knelt in front of you before you could even process it. 

He pressed his lips to your inner thighs, kissing you wherever he could as his fingers lowered your underwear down to your ankles. You stepped out of it as his mouth got closer and closer to your dripping core. 

“Bucky…” You sighed, as you felt his breath against your wet folds. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers into his soft hair, as he brought his mouth over to your clit, sucking on it hard enough to make you squirm in pleasure, your back digging into the stone wall of the alcove. 

His tongue slid up and down your folds, teasing your entrance, occasionally flicking your clit. “So fucking good,” He whispered, hands caressing and groping your thighs as he ate you out. His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit. 

He parted your legs further as he slowly brought a metal finger up to your clit, watching it sliding agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds.

You shivered under his cold touch, then bit your lip to refrain from moaning too loudly. You sighed, then gasped audibly as he slid a metal finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit. “Please…” You begged, wanting more.

Lips brushing against your wetness he asked, “Will you promise to stay here with me? Forever?” He growled as you kept whining and squirming under his addicting touch, “Answer me.” 

“Yes…” You whispered, breathless and wanting. “Yes, I will.” You moaned. 

He smirked against your wet skin before standing back up, enjoying the way you whined in protest. “You’re mine.” He said. 

You whined again, “Bucky, please…”

He chuckled and undid his pants before picking you up and kissing you deeply as he pinned you to the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his cock briefly brushed against your wet folds, making you shiver at the brief contact. 

You couldn’t take the teasing anymore. Moaning into the kiss you said, “Bucky please,” You begged, “I need you. I need you… please.” You whispered. 

Bucky kissed down your neck, peppering it with kisses as he aligned his throbbing tip with your entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself into you. His fingers digging into your skin as he held you by your hips, and yours holding on to his shoulders as he filled you up nicely. 

“This is all you wanted? Hmm?” He groaned, moving just the slightest bit. “You’re so perfect, baby.” 

He held you up against him as he sped up into you. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and mumbled, “You’ll always be mine.” He growled, “And we’ll be happy forever here.” 

Behind him, just beyond the shelter of the alcove, the rain was getting heavier. Louder. But with your heartbeats echoing in your ears you could barely focus on it. 

You whined just a little louder this time and his mouth soon found yours again. He nibbled on your bottom lip and you let out shaky breaths as he kept fucking into you relentlessly, earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls perfectly. 

Bucky nibbled on the skin under your ear and you lost it. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was his body and his cock inside of you. 

You whimpered, “Can I please come?” 

“Go on, baby.�� He mumbled softly against your skin while he fucked you like an animal, “Come all over my cock,” He spoke, fucking you harder and deeper. 

Your throbbing clit rubbed against his pelvic bone each time he buried himself completely in you and it was hard to even think coherently.

He quickened his pace, whispering, “Mine… ” in your ear as he pounded into you as fast as he could, your back slamming into the stone wall with each thrust.

You could hear the sounds of your skin slapping against each other over the heavy rain. Your legs started to shake around him as he quickened his pace, now pounding into you mercilessly.

“Come for me, doll.” 

You couldn’t hold back anymore. So, you came undone around his cock, whining and whimpering. Walls clenching around him, nails scratching down his neck and a strained moan escaping your mouth as you came hard. More tears streaming down your face. 

He came right after you did, cock throbbing against your pulsating walls, moaning into your ear when he felt your walls clenching violently around him. 

He didn’t pull out immediately. He just kept his cock carefully buried in you. He relished your warmth and leaned in to kiss you again, passionately, much more gentle than before. “I’ve got you,” He murmured. “You’re safe with me.”

The epiphany of it all made you unable to stand on your two feet for too long. You briefly remembered Bucky carrying you all the way out of the maze, into the house and up the stairs. 

You fully came back to your own body only after Bucky had submerged you in a warm bath. With him seated behind you and caressing your spent body. 

“Are you okay, doll?” 

You nodded, sitting with your back to his chest. “I’m okay.” You whispered.

Bucky’s hand rubbed your back in a soothing way that had you sighing in bliss. Then he said, “I’ll take you somewhere nice tomorrow.” 

You smiled with your eyes closed, leaning into his touch. “Where?” 

“It’s a surprise.” 

“How many more secrets have you kept from me?” 

He chuckled. “Enough that it would take you a lifetime to uncover them all.” 

“You have a lot of faith in the durability of this relationship.” You teased. 

“Hmm, I do.” He sighed as he left soft kisses all over the side of your face. Outside the rain was getting harsh and loud again. But here, everything was warm and perfect. “You can’t run from me.” He teased. 

Couldn’t you? You sighed. Did you even want to anymore?

Maybe you would end up finding comfort in the darkness with him. In the familiarity of his arms. In the warmth of his touch and smiles. Hell, maybe you’d be willing to take the serum one day. But all that for later, being here was all that mattered right now. 

You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, back pressing against his chest as you let him hold you. 

A lifetime… yeah that didn’t sound too bad. 

Bucky kissed your forehead as you leaned your head back, resting it on his shoulder. Safe, satisfied, and in his arms. He often dreamed of this. He kissed your forehead again as he smiled. He knew what you must be thinking about. He could almost hear it. 

He knew you were having a slight hard time accepting all this, choosing it. The guilt would go away in time. He would do whatever it takes to help you adjust to your new life. And everything would be perfect then. 

There was a small voice in his head that told him that he shouldn’t ignore the possibility that this could be a ruse. That you were playing along, trying to earn his trust, waiting for him to have his guard down so you could run from here. 

Bucky smirked as he leaned his head back against the edge of the tub, his arms firm around you as you both soaked in the last few moments of the warm water before it got cold. 

He wasn’t stupid, and you were a very smart woman, so of course he’d thought about that possibility. And though he knew the chances of this being true were very slim, he couldn’t just sit and wait. Could he? That’s why he took all the precautions he could beforehand. 

He made sure, even if you were to leave him and run back to what used to be your ‘normal’ lives, that there was nothing left for you to go back to.

There was no one left. Another secret of his, tucked away. 

But he would always be here for you. Bucky turned his head and kissed your forehead again. He vowed to love you enough that, like the maidens in the myths, you’d never want to leave his maze either. 

Fin. 

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #marvel #avenger!reader

[buckyalpine]

Your Halloween costume 

I know it’s late for Halloween but I thought of this and thought it was adorable and stupid. Imagine all the avengers gather downstairs for Tony’s classic Halloween party, where he’s no doubt pulled out all the stops. Everyone dresses up, no excuses. Bucky sits with the rest of the guys, each talking about what their girlfriends dressed up as.

“Nat went with sexy nurse” Steve blushed, thinking of all the dirty things the red head whispered in his ear before they came down.

“Sasha and I did Barbie and Ken” Sam smiled, looking over to his girl who was draped in pink, smirking when their eyes met.

“Pepper’s wearing a custom iron man suit” Tony grinned, seeing Pepper in his suit, custom with cut outs in all the right places. They all turn to Bucky expectantly, while he sighs, pressing his lips together.

“My girl dressed up as an old lady”

“What”

“yup”

“No, seriously, what did she dress up as”

She’s running around, terrorizing everyone with a cane” Bucky shrugged, his own ass still stinging from when you gave him a whip after calling him a hooligan.

“Like a sexy old lady or-

“Nope. An old lady. With grey hair, glasses and a hobble”

Right on cue, you waddled over, poking Bucky with your stick, grinned when he yelped in surprise.

“What was that for-

“What. Did. I. Say. About. Talking. Back. To. Me” you punctuated each word with a whack from your stick making the others howl while Bucky narrowed his eyes at you.

“Keep that up and I’ll have to use that cane on you instead, grandma” he shook his head while you cocked an eyebrow, keeping your eyes locked with his, poking him again once more. Bucky rose from his seat with a smirk, and while you giggled, running off with him chasing after you, leaving the others behind.

“She moves fast for an old lady”

#bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes Halloween #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x f reader #marvel imagine #marvel fanfics #marvel fluff #avengers x you #avengers x reader #avenger fluff #avengers x y/n #bucky barnes fan fiction #avengers Halloween au #marvel Halloween au