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[hillywooddestiel]

The Retreat Chapter 21

Characters: CEO!Bucky x reader, Natasha

Warnings: angst, smut, language

Word count: 2.2k

Description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?

A/N: I wrote this so long ago that I forgot that there was (terrible) smut. So that was a nice surprise for the proof read. Anyways this is the last actual chapter of this story other than the epilogue which is insane! My biggest series yet and it’ll be over next week. Such sadness. Feedback would be much appreciated, tell me what you want to see/read. What characters do you like to read? TELL ME!!! Please. Enjoy xx Series Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Story:

Gasping frantically for air. That's what becomes clear first. Then noise. I hear anger in India's voice, her heavy breathing and another voice… my neighbour Phil. He tells India to stay down while having a conversation with someone else over the phone.

“Phil?” I croak, pushing myself up from the ground (my arm really hurts, was I dropped?). 

“Y/N thank God, are you alright?” I blink quickly under the bright lights, Phil's face becoming clear. He's got India on the ground with her hands behind her back, holding her down easily with one hand whilst on the phone to presumably the police with the other. Is he like a secret agent or something? I always thought he was behind a desk somewhere filing taxes. 

“I'm good, what happened?” 

“Well I heard there was a bit of a struggle so I came out here. You were nearly purple and this one had you by the neck. I jumped her from behind and the police will be here in five minutes.” Phil explains the situation like he's telling me about any old mundane day's activities. 

“But… how did you… what…?” I mumble parts of questions, my mind still a mess partly shrouded in fog.

“What I do for a living is classified Y/N. Let's just say what I do means that this was easy.” What?! My neighbour has been working for some undercover super secret agency and I didn't know. Well, of course I didn't know but I should have been able to guess right? I don't know. Thunderous steps coming up the stairs steal my attention away from my own muddled thoughts. 

“Y/N, oh my god!” Bucky nearly trips in the last step as he races towards me, pulling me up on his knees into a hug.

“Well you're not the police.” Phil remarks, going back to checking his phone.

“What happened here?” Bucky looks around the hallway at the broken plant pot and of course India on the floor.

“It's a long story.”

The cops arrive shortly after Bucky. The two uniformed officers give Phil a look of bemusement as he hands India over to them.

“You're gonna regret this, both of you! Barnes and Rogers is finished once HYDRA hears about this.” She seethes, spitting on the ground by Bucky's shoes as she's taken away in handcuffs. I hug into Bucky's side, not wanting to hear anymore, as he puts one arm around my shoulders.

“It's okay doll, she's gone.” He kisses the top of my head as he reassures me.

“Hopefully she shouldn't be bothering you guys again. I'd maybe get a restraining order in place though to be safe.” Phil advises, dusting his hands off on his jeans as he watches the officers leave down the stairs.

“Maybe we should get one for Caroline too to be safe.” Bucky adds.

“How did you know Caroline was involved?” I look up to him, brows quirked.

“She came to my apartment uninvited- wait, how did you know?”

“India mentioned it earlier. Before she tried to strangle me.” my hand goes to massage my throat subconsciously, the memory of my near-death experience seared deep into my brain. I don't want to go to court for this- I never want to see India or Caroline ever again if I can help it- but if that's the price of my safety I will do it. If it keeps us both safe I'll be there tomorrow ready to testify. 

“Right, are you two alright?” Phil turns to us.

“Yeah, thank you Phil… for everything.” I smile at him. Bucky shakes his hand and says his own thanks before kissing the top of my head and squeezing me closer.

“I think we need to talk, don't you?”

~~~~~

Bucky runs a hand over his face and through his hair, the seat creaking as he leans back and takes a breath.

“Why didn't you speak out, someone could have helped- I could have helped!” He reaches for my hand and I let him take it limply. 

“I was scared, Bucky! I didn't know what they were going to do if I told anyone. I didn't want them to hurt you.” I look into those gorgeous eyes of his, now brimming with tears from my confession. 

“They hurt you though… and that's enough to hurt me. I care about you Y/N…” he looks down to our joined hands and I feel a droplet fall on my palm. His words from earlier in the day come floating back around in my mind and I fight the lump in my throat to get my words out.

“I think I love you too.”

“What?” He looks up sharply. His eyes are wet but he isn't actually crying any longer- is that a good thing?

“You said it. Earlier. I didn't want to say it back because... I was mad and I thought you were just saying things and… yeah. But I do think it too. I… love you, Bucky.” I sigh with a shy smile. Oh God please say something soon.

“You… you do?” He breaks out into a grin.

“Yeah, I do!” I reciprocate his smile, a laugh escaping me. To my complete surprise, he leans forward very quickly and plants his lips onto mine, day old stubble tickling my nose. It's brief. He pulls away as fast as he came in, muttering sorry over and over again.

“That was way too forward I'm sorry.” He lets go of my hands and starts to fiddle with his watch. I must be mad. Our just suddenly full of confidence, I don't know. I get off my bar stool and stand between his legs, his hands automatically going to hold my waist. I can feel the warmth of them through my dress and it feels good, familiar. It just feels right. Hands cupping his face, I lean closer

“I like forward.” I say and I lean in for another kiss.

The stool quickly becomes uncomfortable so we move to my couch, stealing kisses and bumping into the side table as we stumble backwards to the cushion covered three seater. I reach behind me and blindly throw cushions onto the floor before falling back into the seat and pulling Bucky with me. Giggling, I get into a comfortable position while he sheds his jacket. He hovers over me, muscular arms either side of my head with just enough weight on me not to crush me, leaving kisses across my neck and collar bone. I pull his head up to kiss his lips, desperate to feel his touch. When I let go, he moves down again, further down my body. He caresses me with his hands as he goes down painfully slowly with his eyes trained on my reactions the entire time. I can feel the heat of his breath when he reaches the hem of my dress and stops. I give him a nod, not ready to plead just yet, and he goes ahead, hooking his fingers around my pants and pulling them down my legs. They get discarded somewhere on the floor, I don't really care where. With almost desperation now, Bucky hikes my dress up to my waist revealing my naked lower half. He wastes no time to place his lips onto my pussy sending electricity up my spine.

“Oh God!” I gasp loudly. Bucky hums a laugh of approval making me tingle all over. He licks a stripe, catching that sensitive bundle of nerves, and I have to grab onto the edges of the couch to stop myself from being too loud. This only spurs him on further and he licks and kisses my wet folds until I'm breaking a sweat and moaning obscenely. “Bucky, I think I'm nearly gonna-” my words get lost in my own arousal. As I feel like I'm about to explode from pleasure, he stops and comes back up my body, back to kissing my neck- that little bastard did it again!

“Not yet Y/N.” He grins triumphantly, lifting me up onto his lap. I take my turn to kiss the sensitive skin of his neck, making it absolutely certain that there will be marks in the morning, as he pulls the back zipper of my dress as far as it will go and unhooks my bra. I feel it go slack and fall down to my elbows, my breasts peaking out from the top of my dress. Need and desire burn within me too strong to stand this barrier so I stand up from the couch and let my clothes fall to the floor, kicking them to the side leaving me completely naked in front of Bucky. I'm about to jump back on him but he gets up too. He lifts me up and makes a line for the bedroom, one hand on each asscheek with my legs wrapped around his waist as I continue to kiss his lips and jaw. Well hello, I don't suppose that's your phone in your pocket Mr Barnes.

Once in my room, I know exactly what I want to do. Bucky puts me down on the bed but I immediately get up again and nudge him back to sit down.

“You ain't getting away that easy Barnes, now sit back and relax.” I silence him with a finger to his lips, trailing this finger down his chest to his belt buckle. It comes undone easy enough and I pull it from the loops, dropping it to the floor with showmanship. I then move to his zipper and button, undoing them quite slowly before palming him through his underwear. He breathes deeply, gasping when I pull out his hard cock and massage it up and down. At first, I place a gentle kiss to the tip, looking up briefly to see him lost in bliss. I then drag my tongue slowly up the shaft and to the tip before taking him into my mouth, only a couple of inches at first then bobbing my head back up. I repeat the motion, taking in more this time, then again, to the point that I feel my gag reflex kicking in. Eyes watering, I keep moving my mouth up and down increasing the pace. Bucky tangles his fingers into my hair, tightening his grip when he gets closer to letting go.

“Wait Y/N-” too late. He cums into my mouth and I swallow with ease. Bucky cries out, a shuddering mess on my bed. Payback is sweet (and a little bit salty).

Bucky recovering from his high laid on my bed, I nip to the bathroom to swill some mouthwash around my mouth and grab the fresh box of condoms from my cupboard. He's sat up when I come back, his eyes following me. I toss the box to the head of the bed and retake my seat on Bucky's lap. I kiss him slowly, reaching for the hem of his t shirt and breaking apart to lift it over his head- those pecs will be the death of me one day. He lifts me off of him smoothly and stands to pull his jeans down. Before he can take off his boxers, I stop his hands, pulling him onto the bed. On top again (I'm starting to like the view from this angle), I straddle him, moving my hips slightly against his erection as sucks right below my ear. His boxers take some tugging from here but eventually side down his legs, meeting their fate with the rest of his clothes. I grab the box and rip it open, condoms flying everywhere, grabbing one of the packets from the bed. Bucky watches me slide it down his length and holds my waist as I lower myself onto him. Biting my lip, I use Bucky's solid arms to lift myself up and back down again. I begin to bounce at a steady rhythm, enjoying every aspect of this position.

“Fuck…” Bucky groans, his hands holding my waist tighter. I start to go faster (with his help) and feel my toes curling as I get closer and closer to euphoria. “Fuck Y/N/N…” his exclamations spur me on, sending a tingle through my body. Faster still I go, really feeling the burn in my thighs (man, this is a real workout). The coil in my abdomen is wound so tightly it's becoming impossible to ignore.

“Oh fuck!” My orgasm crashes into me like a mighty wave. Bucky follows closely behind, his sporadic pace ending with a moan of my name.

Once cleaned up, we lie in each other’s arms in content silence, allowing sleep to come to us after such hard work. I snuggle into his side, using his shoulder as a pillow, thinking he must be asleep after being still for so long. He squeezes his hand on my arm and places a kiss on my head.

“I love you.”

“... I love you too.”

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[hillywooddestiel]

The Retreat Chapter 16

Characters: CEO!Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 1.2k

Description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?

A/N: Missed the update again but I was working so oopsie. My Stranger Things series is actually coming along quite nicely behind the scenes and should be completed soon I hope. Also the gif isn’t the dress I was picturing but close enough eh. Enjoy xx Marvel Masterlist  Series Masterlist

Story:

Very suspicious. That’s how I would describe my main feelings right now. I’ve heard nothing from my personal little stalker since the spray paint on my door and it’s freaking me out! It’s been three days of nothing, absolute radio silence. They’ve been really good days too. Bucky and I messaged each other constantly and Wanda kept making a little squeaking sound every single time she heard my phone ping with a notification; now that the girl knows about the situation she wants to know everything that happens. She’s also told me some more about her and Vis ( I still think the name is stupid). They went for coffee in their break time yesterday and it went very well so hopefully their date at the fancy french place will go well too. When they finally book it, that is. It’s weird how invested we are in each other’s personal lives.

The boutique is very high end and I feel rather out out of place. This is somewhere that minor celebrity brides and debutantes some to, not graphic designers from the marketing department of a tech company. I’ll not be able to afford anything here and still have money for rent this month- it was nice of Bucky to book it though. I think I’ll just find something online or maybe there’s a sale rack in here.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” a kind looking young woman stands at the desk by the entrance way. She’s smartly dressed with her hair in a low bun and perfect makeup. She’s the kind of person I aspire to be when I look in the mirror. 

“Yes, I’m not too early, am I?”

“Not at all, we actually like our clients to be early so we can better prepare. Can I get you a drink?” ‘Sarah’ according to her name badge offers with a smile. Champagne. She means champagne. Sure, why not?

“Yes please.” I relax a little and gladly let her lead me to some sofas. As I sit down there’s a woman on one of the pedestals in a crystal white gown that just graces the floor. Diamantes adorn her collar bones, shoulders and arms and a silk sash separates the bodice from the flowing skirt. She looks like a goddess of purity with a look of pure joy on her face. An older woman, presumably the mother, stands to her feet with teary eyes and takes her hands. I’ve never understood the whole big deal with wedding dresses and finding the perfect one; it’s just a dress after all. Why does it matter so much that people find the dress? If the person you’re marrying loves you so unconditionally, they won’t care what you’re wearing, all that will matter is that they are getting married to you. 

Another woman collects me from the couch and leads me to a changing room complete with three full length mirrors and a little white leather pouffe. There is a range of dresses hung up on the rail already that I guess Bucky must have picked out already for me to try on, or maybe the nice ladies here chose them for me and my little wallet of money. Do I even want to look at the price tags?

“So most of the dresses have simple zip up the side but if you need any help, I’ll be right outside.”

“Thank you.” I nervously smile at Not Sarah before she backs out of the room and leaves me to choose the first poor dress to be put on my body. They are all so beautiful and my non-model figure isn’t going to help show that. I lift the first dress off from the rail, the weight of the navy lace coming as a shock (I have to hold it up with both arms to look at it properly). As Not Sarah said, it’s a simple zip from the middle of the thigh to the ribcage so I need no help putting it on. Wow! It has quite a long train and a tight bodice that pushes my boobs up in a not unflattering way. I look hot! It is, however, not really appropriate for a benefit attended by partners and other professionals. On to the next dress!

Who knew, trying dresses could be so fun? Before I know it, I’ve tried on nearly the whole rack and they all look amazing- in fact, there is only one left. I don’t know how I’ll decide which one I want. Maybe it’ll have to be from the price tags. Carefully running my fingers over the beaded fabric, I lift the last dress from it’s hanger and undo the zipper. The organza skirt is decorated with beads and glitter down to the floor and separated from the matching low cut (but not too low, this is a classy event) top by a sparkling belt. The charmeuse underskirt adds weight and a nice flow to the A-line cut of the dress while not being so heavy as to pull on my back muscles and make me slouch. The ruby red colour is gorgeous to look at and definitely a perfect fit for a fancy benefit. I love it. And to top it all off, it’s an amazing fit for me. I think it’s the one.

“Is everything going okay, in here?” a woman asks politely from outside.

“Yes, thank you.” I shout back, a little preoccupied admiring myself on the mirror in this dress. I spin on the spot, the light catching and bouncing off of the shiny detailing making me feel like the fanciest glitter ball there ever was. Bubbling with glee, I hurry to my bag and fish out my phone to snap a photo for Wanda- she’ll love it. I add lots of red hearts to the message before hitting send and admiring the dress some more. It’s too beautiful and perfect and amazing to pass up, no matter the price (I’m sure I can live off bargain rice for a month). With the dress back on it’s hanger, I exit the dressing room with a beaming smile and head to the front desk to pay hand over a dizzying amount of money.

Sarah is back and greets me with a friendly smile. She takes the dress and hands it over to Not Sarah, whose name turns out to be Sara in a weird coincidence, who then takes it to the back room for safe keeping.

“We’ll deliver the dress to your address on Saturday morning, freshly dry cleaned so there’s no need to worry about that. Is there anything else we can help you with today?”

“No that’s everything, thank you. How much is that going to be then?” I ask a little hesitantly, pulling out my purse from my bag.

“Oh, that’s taken care of already. We’re under instruction to charge and all of your expenses to Mr Barnes’s account.” Wait what?! I can’t believe he would do something so sweet. Well, I can. This is Bucky.

“Um, okay then… Right… Thank you...” I step back from the desk- do I just leave then? I guess I do. Probably looking like an absolute fool, I back out of the boutique and onto the busy sidewalk, getting my phone out to send a text.

-You really didn’t have to pay for the dress you know. Thank you xx -Anything for my girl xx

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[hillywooddestiel]

The Retreat- Chapter 7

Characters: CEO! Bucky x reader

Warnings: angst, but of a filler chapter really

Word count: 1.1k

Series description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?

A/N: I know I’ve not been posting much lately, I’ve just had writer’s block and I’ve been getting a little down because STHH is barely getting any notes and I’ve been lacking in ideas. #writerproblems! But this is prewritten so this series will keep on coming. Please reblog and leave feedback as it’s a way of encouragement for me. Enjoy xx Series Masterlist Masterlist

Story:

“Alright guys! You’ve all worked super hard this week and it’s good to see that you’re all getting along a bit better than when you first got here.” Everyone snickers at the camp leader’s little speech, looking around to their new friends and teammates, “We told you all at the beginning of your stay that you would be working towards a prize and it’s time to announce a winner.” I glance towards Bucky, darting my eyes back to the leaders when I find him looking back at me.

“Y'all deserve prizes for what you’ve done this week. But, for their strong teamwork, amazin’ problem solving and makin’ everyone smile all the time, the prize goes to… Wanda and Vision! Well done you guys!” Wanda looks to me, completely surprised, before hugging Vis and joining him on the walk up to the front of the group. The two of them have become exceedingly close this week and I couldn’t be happier for them: I’ve seen first hand that they are really good together. Hence, they’ve won the prize.

“For winning the most challenges, you two each receive a fully paid for three course dinner at La Mer De Rose in New York! Congratulations!”

Well I knew the prize would be flashy (Barnes was paying after all) but that is not what I expected. La Mer De Rose is a very expensive and, more importantly, a very romantic restaurant in the centre of the city. It’s very popular with couples, engaged or about to be. I know this because I planned on going there with she-who-shall-remain-nameless for our one year anniversary. Surely, if the winners had been different, a trip to a fancy schmancy restaurant would’ve been a bit strange. This can only mean that Bucky gives Wanda and Vis his blessing to date despite being coworkers. I guess it makes sense. We did just spend the week watching them be all cute and couple-y.

“You got everything?” Wanda shouts to me from the car. I give our cabin a once over before closing the door one last time and jogging down the path.

“Yep! Where’s Pietro?” I ask, noticing the absence of her brother from the vehicle.

“Oh, he arranged a ride with Clint in his car. Said something about out of tune singing.” She giggles, opening the door to get in.

“He didn’t like our singing?” I clutch my chest, mock-hurt, getting into the passenger seat. The car is roasting hot inside, so hot that I immediately open the window fully while Wanda starts the air conditioning. Only 6 hours of travelling left to go!

The first half of the journey is pretty quiet. We have the radio on for most of it: humming along to some familiar songs, belting out our favourites and staring out of the window as though I’m in some black and white music video when the slow songs come on. It’s almost like something out of a car commercial what with the massive green hills and grand total of zero people on the roads. It’s going to feel strange being back in the city. Even stranger going back to the empty apartment. I think I’ve been living in a bubble for the past week, pretending that everything will be fine again when I get home, I’m not going to be alone, Barnes might have a thing for me. He’ll get through his stuff and I’ll get through mine and we’ll go back to being just co-workers. Co-workers that have known each other since college and have made out in a cabin in the woods but professionals nonetheless. It was unrealistic of me to even consider getting personal with my boss.

“You okay? You’re being really quiet.” Wanda looks to me from the corner of her eye, still remaining focused on the road ahead. I break from my daydreaming, running a hand over my makeup free face.

“I’m fine, just thinking. About going home.”

“Well… if you want, you can come to my place and stay over. Ease back into the single life with a jumbo tub of fudge brownie ice cream.” She giggles, a smile gracing my own lips.

“I wouldn’t want to annoy your brother any more than we already have this week.”

“Screw him, you need to think of yourself for once. Go out and find someone just for one night, blow off work and go on a spa day, something!” Wanda throws around all these ideas with newfound passion, much to my dismay. I’m not a one night stand kind of gal and I’d rather fall head first into another muddy puddle than have someone I don’t know rubbing oil all over my back.

“I don’t think so Wanda…” I trail off only for her to ignore me.

“Oh I know! You’re coming clubbing with me tomorrow. No guys or girls, just us. No excuses.” She looks to me with deadly sincerity. Who doesn’t love peer pressure?

“Clubbing, really? I’m nearly 30!”

“Well Natasha is always up to come with me. Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“… Urgh fine! But no setting me up with anyone and we’re going home at one.” I offer her my conditions.

“Three.”

“Two thirty.”

“… Deal…” I am going to regret this.

In the end, Wanda just drops me off at my own apartment with much protesting. It’s late and all I can think about is having a hot shower, putting on my clean pajamas and drinking wine whilst watching trashy TV. Plus I already did the whole crying into an ice cream tub thing. Tonight, I feel like pizza, pinot grigio and a Paranormal Activity marathon. Nothing like a bunch of creepy, terrifying movies to take your mind off of real life.

My phone bleeps with thousands of emails, reminders and messages as I flop onto the couch in my jogging pants and t-shirt. As if I needed to be reminded that I have a job to get back to on Monday. What an I going to do? Do I just ignore what happened this week like a list of terms and conditions, just check the box to go back to normal? Or do I talk to Bucky about it and make everything clear? I don’t want a relationship right now, I don’t. I don’t! I can’t jump into a relationship right now, I’m not ready. And people would accuse us of having an affair or something like that. What am I doing? I don’t seriously believe that he would want a relationship with me of all people. This week was all just a bunch of emotions and heartbreak and a flood of alcohol. It wasn’t real. Was it?

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