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[bitsandbobsandstuff]

Pool balls and underpants

Summary: Bucky offers to teach you how to play pool, but he ends up in a slightly awkward predicament. Characters: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Language, lots of innuendos, Bucky being little shit Story prompt: “I made the mistake of thinking ‘This can’t get weirder.’ Sorry.”

A/N: First time I’ve done a writing challenge of any kind, thanks @jurassicbarnes​ for letting me take this one!  I haven’t written anything fluffy in awhile, this felt necessary, and it may require a smutty style follow-up. Also, while I may be a complete shit talker IRL, I am terrible at pool and don’t know what I’m doing, so hopefully this makes sense. And I really need to find someone to edit my wordy ass... A/N 2: Oh look, I wrote a sequel. Another kinky wager.

MASTERLIST

It was a little known fact – you adored dive bars. Everything smells musty? Great. All the tables feel sticky? Perfect. The decor resembles a 1970’s porn set? Bitchin.

It was a complete contradiction to your work persona. Your name was uttered in hushed, reverent tones in the halls of the Avengers compound, commonly followed by the phrase ‘that woman gets shit done.’ Frankly, you worked your ass off to get to this point, so the satisfaction of being known as the one who was always cool, always calm, always poised – it was a heady feeling.

It’s because of your rigid work environment that you gravitated toward the local bar. It was one place you could let your guard down, unwind and relax. Distancing your professional and personal life was a necessary ingredient in your sanity, a dichotomy you actively encouraged.

And then one day out of nowhere, Bucky Barnes swaggered into your life.

That rule-book you had? He lit it on fire. Remember when you could control the room and everything around you? Yep, that’s long gone. He crashed into your world with an arrogant little smile and those wickedly blue eyes, a delicious temptation you tried (and spectacularly failed) to ignore.

Concentrating at work became a struggle.

Meeting his gaze without a slight panic was impossible.

His flirty little innuendos flustered you every single time.

It was so fucking annoying.

Unfortunately for you, Bucky was well aware of the effect he had, and he loved it. So your interaction strategy evolved – if you were going anywhere near the man, it had to be on your own terms, because there’s a very real possibility you may jump him at the first opportunity.

Long story short – that’s how Bucky Barnes ended up at your favourite bar. 

*****

There’s a rusty whine at the front door, and a tall man steps over the threshold, back-lit by a flood of sunshine. He hesitates upon seeing the drab surroundings, but when he finds you at the bar, a crooked smile pulls up his lips.

"Thought I had the wrong place. Not the scene I expected.” 

Bucky slides his considerable bulk onto the seat across from you, long legs automatically spreading around you. The logical part of your brain chastises you for subtly leaning in to smell his cologne.

The other part of your brain tells logic to fuck off.

Taking a long pull from your beer instead, you give him a shrug. “What can I say, I’m a woman of contrasts.” 

Bucky’s gaze rakes slowly over you, taking in the demure black skirt and jacket, settling on the black heels tapping nervously against the bar rail. He bites his bottom lip between his teeth, lips curling in a devilish little grin.

"Clearly.”

Reaching over the counter to grab a fresh bottle, you dangle it in front of him with a brave smile. “First round’s my treat.”

He nods his thanks, eyes never leaving you. Clinking his bottle lightly against yours, you hear him murmur under his breath.

“Hope that’s not my only treat today.” 

Ugh the man is frustrating. You see the amusement in his eyes as he watches you scrambling for that smooth, poised exterior he’s heard so much about. Racking your brain for a subject change, you remember one of your favourite topics, the request tumbling quickly from nervous lips.

“So, um, any embarrassing stories about Steve you want to share?”

He throws his head back with a booming laugh, visibly softening at the request, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Soon enough, you’re giggling as he brings the colourful stories to life, and right there, when you catch a glimpse behind his cocky exterior, you realise something.

Bucky Barnes is intensely sweet. And charming.

That’s just fucking excellent. As if you needed another reason to want the man.

He talks for quite awhile, and at the end of one ridiculous tale involving Steve losing his shoes in a game of pool and Bucky spending the evening trying to win them back, he pauses for a long drink. Picking at the label on your beer bottle, you pluck up the courage for your next move, and voice a thought.

“I always wanted to learn how to play pool.”

There’s a clatter behind the bar when Mel, your favourite barman, knocks over a row of glasses. Turning toward the sound, you see him straightening the glassware, a bemused expression on his face.

Tipping his head back, Bucky drains his beer, and you find yourself mesmerised by a drop hanging precariously on his bottom lip. The dark scruff covering his neck bobs as the alcohol slides down his throat, and when he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, he gives you a wink.

“Well, I've been told I'm an excellent teacher. How about a lesson? Just you and me?” 

Maybe it’s the slight buzz from your drink, but you’re feeling a little bold, so you squeeze his knee and wink back. “Let’s see what you got.”

Delighted by your response, Bucky leaps eagerly from the stool, hand resting lightly on your lower back as he guides you to the pool table in the far corner, and his obvious enthusiasm makes your heart flutter.

Plucking two pool sticks from the rack, he hands you one, gently laying the other on the soft green felt of the table. “We’ll just cover the basics for now. Might need a few more private lessons to work out all your…kinks.” He raises his eyebrows at you suggestively, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Okay hotshot, let’s just see your skills before we discuss my kinks.”

Inclining his head with a grin, he begins.

“First thing to know, if your stance is shit, the rest of your game will suck. It’s all about staying loose. Getting in the right position. So, spread your legs for me, put your left foot forward, and relax your knees.”

The way his voice drops with the words ‘spread your legs for me’ is enough to make your breath hitch, as your mind spirals off in several filthy directions. Following his instructions, you spread your legs slightly, setting your left foot forward, and Bucky watches closely, eyes roaming over you.

“Hmm, not quite. Here, let me.” Placing his hands lightly on your rib-cage, he strokes his fingers up and down, before resting them firmly on your hips. You can feel the temperature difference between his hands through the light fabric of your skirt, flesh hand burning hot, metal hand ice cold from holding the beer. He gives a low chuckle when he feels you shiver. "Relax sweetheart, I’m not getting fresh. Just being helpful.”

“Right,” you shoot back dryly, eyeing him over your shoulder, catching sight of his dark grin. 

His hands twist your hips, and his knee nudges your leg forward, but of course he doesn’t stop there. Tickling your waist, trailing up your back, he finally wraps his fingers over your shoulders and presses his thumbs into your shoulder-blades. He pulls gently, adjusting your posture.

“Don’t hunch over, keep your shoulders back.” His thumbs stay in place, massaging delicate circles, and you catch yourself leaning into the touch, before coming to your senses and elbowing him back.

The man is making you overheat.

"Hang on, I’m just – just wait a sec." Turning to thrust the stick in his hands, your fingers fumble with your jacket before you finally open the button and shrug out of the long sleeves. 

Bucky’s eyes gleam as he watches you throw the jacket over a chair, before snatching the stick back. The white tank top you wore had straps lined in lace, and a plunging neckline showing more than a shadow of cleavage. He doesn’t even bother to hide his hum of happy approval at the wardrobe change, before continuing his lesson. 

“Next thing is make sure your stick grip is right. You hold it too tight, it’ll go too fast. Keep it too loose, and you won’t have control.” Again, he finds the right word to send a tremor down your spine, his rich baritone drawing out the word tight, and you grit your teeth.

“Question. Are you trying to make everything sound X-rated, or is this just your teaching style?” The comment comes out as a hiss, and he barks a laugh. 

“Drop the sass and just give it a try.”

Huffing loudly, you clutch the stick tightly and search for the right finger placement, when you feel him step behind you.

“Mmm, no, that’s not right. Let me help.” His body feels like a furnace when he circles his long arms around your body, running his palms gently down your arms and caging you between his body and the pool table.

“I’ll hold the stick. Put your hands on mine, feel how I move.” His voice murmurs low in your ear, breath warm against your skin, and did you just feel him lick your neck?

“Jesus Christ,” you mumble, heart rate flying out of control. His chest is pressed against your back, and you feel the vibration when he tries to choke back his laughter.

When you release the pool stick, he takes immediate control. He leans down, bending you forward, his hips grinding yours into the table. When he bridges his metal fingers on the table, you’re struck by the contrast between the shining silver and the bright green, before you feel him drag his right hand down the back of the stick.

Well fine. If this is how he wants to play, you’re on board.

Mirroring his movements, you give the stick several slow strokes, before wrapping your fingers around his. Pushing into him, you hear his quiet grunt when your ass rubs against his crotch. Snaking your left hand under his, you rest the back of your fingers against his metal palm. 

“What do we do now?” You whisper the words, letting them hang between you, the scents of alcohol and spearmint gum flavouring the air, while Bucky’s thick thighs are flush against yours.

Hearing your soft voice so close forces him to step back, hastily adjusting the rising situation in the front of his jeans. He utters a faint groan at the feel of his own hand, making him stutter when he tries to move on to the next part of his lesson.

“Good, okay. Good. Good. So, um, the third thing to focus on, is your stroke.”

You nearly drop the pool stick. “You have got to be kidding me.”

He tilts his head and grins down at you, gratified to see you’re equally worked up from his little demonstration. “Why do you seem to think everything I say is filthy? What does that say about you anyway?”

He is such a little shit.

“Just finish the lesson asshole,” you mutter under your breath, but of course he hears anyway, his laughter echoing around the bar.

“The way you stroke the stick is important, it has to be smooth. Pull back slowly, use your entire hand, and always give a few practice strokes before you hit the balls.”

“For fuck’s sake Barnes, come on.”

Bucky rubs his hand along his jaw with a sheepish expression. “Okay okay, that was too much. Sorry.”

Shooing him away, you pick up his pool stick and shove it into his hands. “Let’s just play, I’ll figure it out.” 

After a couple practice games, you find the usual reserve you have around him has disappeared. Your desire to talk shit has also escalated, and Bucky is wildly entertained by your newfound confidence.

After one particularly lousy shot, you drop the stick on the table, turning to him with a sniff.

"Alright, I’m good. So, $20 bucks says I can take you.”

Bucky chuckles as he shakes his head. “No. I’m not comfortable stealing a lady’s money. Sorry to break your heart, but that’s what’ll happen.”

“Are you scared I’ll kick your ass? I didn’t realise what a little bitch you were.”

He holds his hands up in defeat, a huge smile breaking across his face. “And I didn’t realise what a little hot head you were. Fine, let’s do this, but let’s make it interesting. I refuse to take your money, so find something else.”

“Fine, no money, I hate to rob a pretty boy like you anyway.” He rolls his eyes at your statement, and you pause, sizing him up. "How about this. You win – I let you pick an outfit, any outfit, and I’ll wear it to work tomorrow. If I win – you let me do the same.”

Bucky sucks in a breath, contemplating your proposition, and you can see his mind tripping over the all the dirty possibilities.

“You’re on. There’s a sexy little French maid outfit I saw in a costume shop down the street, and I’d really enjoy seeing that on you.

You smirk, extending your hand to seal the deal, and he grips your fingers enthusiastically.

In a gesture of gallantry, Bucky racks the balls for you, and offers to let you break. Skipping to the head of the table, you give him a confident wave. 

“I’m gonna completely spin the tables on you, just watch.”

“Well the phrase would be ‘run the table,’ but it’s cute when you say things like that.”

You set the white cue ball in position, and lean into your stance, fingers wrapping naturally around the stick. Lining up the first shot, your eyes flick up to see Bucky at the end of the table, watching with an amused smile. His posture’s relaxed, and you know he genuinely believes he’s indulging you.

You almost feel bad. Almost. 

There’s a sharp crack when you snap the stick forward, scattering the balls and grinning when the striped 12 ball drops in the side pocket.

He’s surprised, briefly caught off guard, and you bite your tongue to hold back your laugh.

“That’s – that’s not bad. Lucky, but yeah good.”

You’re all innocence when you look up, feigning a look of happy confusion. “Thanks sweetheart. I can go again, right?”

Bucky shakes his head at the nickname. “Yes, still your turn. No more slop though, you gotta call every shot.”

Turning back to the table you spy an easy shot, so you saunter toward him, poking him with your stick to move away. Bridging your hand on the table, you indicate the shot you want.

“The 11, side pocket.”

Drawing the stick back slowly, your firm hit sends the ball banking off the side, knocking in your target.

Glancing down the table, you find another shot. “Thirteen, corner pocket.” The cue ball rolls down the side rail, gently tapping in the 13 ball and bouncing back. You feel a little thrill when you see one of your best shots open in the middle of the table.

You glance up at Bucky, who’s looking rather perplexed. The next shot will completely expose this little charade, but you can’t help yourself.

Turning the stick slightly, you take aim and incline your head toward the shot.

“Double shot, the nine ball in the corner, and the 14 in the side pocket.”

The cue ball flies forward, hitting one of Bucky’s before it knocks in the nine, and spirals off to hit the 14, sinking it in the side pocket. Rising slowly from the table, you quirk an eyebrow at him. His eyes are narrowed as he stares back with intense suspicion, realisation sinking in.

Clearing your throat, you point toward the other end of the table. “The 15 in the corner.”

There’s a small cluster of solid balls in front of you, and with careful aim, the white ball curves gracefully around the cluster, right then back left, before it hits in the 15.

Bucky stands with his arms crossed now, jaw clenched tight. You never noticed before, but when he’s irritated, he gets a small tick in his cheek. It’s cute.

Cocking your head, you give him a wide-eyed look. “Something wrong?”

He stays silent. Hmm. The tick is getting stronger.

“Last stripe, the 10, side pocket.” It was almost too simple, a quick hit and the ball drops in.

The only thing left is the black eight ball, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to burst into laughter at the look on Bucky’s face right now.

“Winning shot, corner pocket.” And in it goes.

Standing up straight, you give your neck a little twist, sighing happily when you hear the joints crack.

Bucky is vigorously shaking his head at you. “No. Fucking hell, fuck this.”

Holding up a finger, you give him a stern look. “Language, Barnes.”

“No way. How the fuck?! You fucking hustled me. This doesn’t count. This absolutely doesn’t count.” He sounds so panicked, and looks so incredulous, it’s comical. 

You scrunch up your nose and give him a sweet smile. “It’s cute when you say things like that.”

His jaw drops at your words. Setting your pool cue in the rack, you dust the chalk off your hands and pick up your purse. Walking up to him, you tap a finger under his chin and gently close his mouth. “Sorry sweetheart, maybe next time, huh?”

Stretching onto your tiptoes, you press a kiss on his cheek, and twist a lock of his dark hair around your finger. “But I did thoroughly enjoy our lesson. Really, Bucky. I mean seriously enjoyed it."

There’s a flash of desire in his eyes at your words, at the feel of your fingers tugging at his hair, and frankly at the way you just completely schooled him. It pisses him off to say it, but that was fucking hot.

“Hate to leave your manhood hanging by a thread, but I’ve got stuff to do. See you tomorrow.”

Reluctantly letting go of his hair, you give his cheek a gentle slap. Confidence soaring, you pop your sunglasses on and stride out of the bar, fluttering your fingers in a nonchalant goodbye.

Fuck yes. You’re back and damn it feels good.

“I’ll text you the details, but don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll look fetching!”

Bucky stands rooted to the spot, completely baffled at the turn of events. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turns and looks disbelievingly at Mel, who had wandered over to give Bucky a sympathetic smile.

"Sorry son. Thought about warning you, but – that was too damn funny.”

*****

The compound is quiet when you arrive for work the next morning. Hours tick along while you luxuriate in the uninterrupted coffee access, before the team trail into the kitchen, a familiar morning routine coming to life while you hammer out emails on your phone. There’s a heavy groan and Steve collapses beside you.

“Morning.” He hands you a fresh cup of coffee, unsuccessfully stifling his yawn. “How’d you and Buck get on yesterday? Have a good time?”

Fingers hovering over the keys, your lips twitch. “It was great, we had a few drinks, talked for awhile. Bucky showed me a few tricks around the pool table.”

At this statement, Steve lowers his coffee cup and sighs. “Come on, you didn’t do it again.”

“Didn’t do what? What exactly are you accusing me of Rogers?”

“I think we know exactly what I’m accusing you of.”

Looking up from your phone, you shrug. “Don’t worry, Bucky can take care of himself. It was a risky move, but that’s his business. Know what I’m saying?”

“No, I have no idea what you’re saying, but I’ll just assume you’ve found some way to embarrass the hell out of him.” Steve shakes his head in mock dismay, but the look of glee on his face is clearly at odds with his pathetic attempt at sympathy.

In that moment, your ears perk to hear Bucky mumbling and shuffling in the hallway, and you turn to call over your shoulder.

“Morning Bucky! I know you’re out there, get in the kitchen!”

He’s more vocal now, a constant stream of expletives reaching your ears.

“Bucky Barnes! Slide your ass out here now!” At your words, the team all drop what they’re doing and look up expectantly.

Still cursing, Bucky stomps into the kitchen. He’s dressed in white athletic socks, an unbuttoned dress shirt, and a form fitting pair of white briefs. A pair of black sunglasses are perched on his nose, an annoyed scowl on his face.

There’s complete silence, before screams of laughter fill the air. Bucky stands still, arms crossed over his chest, and he tips the sunglasses down his nose. “This is fucking ridiculous.”

“Risky Business. Nice.” Reaching across the counter, Nat gives you a high five.

Sam’s looking curiously at Bucky, staring intently at the white briefs, when he notices a small ‘SR’ in black marker on the waistband. “Dude…are those your underwear?”

Bucky glares at him. “No. Do I look like I would own white briefs?”

“So they belong to…?”

“Those are mine.” Steve says flatly, setting down his coffee. “What the hell, did you go through my god damn underwear drawer?”

“Fuck off Stevie, where the hell was I supposed to find a pair?”

“Hang on, are you mad at me for asking why you’re stealing my underwear? Jesus. Here I made the mistake of thinking ‘This can’t get weirder.’ Sorry.”

Hopping off your chair, you walk over to Bucky, straightening his shirt collar before leaning up to whisper in his ear.

“If you still want to work out all those kinks, I’m ready when you are.” With a playful smack on his ass, you laugh and stroll out of the kitchen.

He’s startled for a moment, before a sly smile stretches across his face, and he whips around to follow, white socks slipping and sliding on the smooth tiles as he chases after you.

*****

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[sherrybaby14]

The Viking’s Sannr Ast part 3

Description:  Viking AU, Bucky is the king of the Vikings who come to raid your village.

Warnings: THIS IS A NON-CON/RAPE STORY.  Please do not read if this offends you.   Also it’s just smutty smut, smut, smut.

Word: 4,200

Tags: @jademox @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes @thecynicalnerd @marauderice @mac5323 @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @negan-is-god @kellyn1604 @i-am-negan-trash @taintedgenre @xbergiex @bellaballanda @girlyfandomfighter13 @theariel85 @kyleannsmut @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl @roschelesworld @chipilerendi 

A/N: This is for @jurassicbarnes   ‘s writing contest.  

Thank you so much for all the love for this story! It was a lot of fun to write!  

 Part 1      Part 2

                  Tears decorated the pillow.  You kept your hand on the space next to you, imagining his warm body there.  You couldn’t figure out what James wanted from you, but you couldn’t figure out what you wanted from him either.  None of this had been your choice, every bone in your body was screaming at you to hate the man, to fight back, but all you wanted was him next to you, holding you, stroking your hair.  A tiny sob came out.  Was it because you were disgusted with yourself or because he wasn’t here?  You could no longer tell.  

               The door to the room opened and you sat up, wiping your tears.  Your heart felt like it was going to burst when he balanced the tray on his arm as he shut the door.  The relief balanced out your crying and your eyes dried.    

                 “I should have realized you hadn’t eaten.” He set the food down on a table and waved for you to come over. “For that I apologize.”

                 You slipped the cloak back on as you moved to the table, your stomach growling at the mention of food. Both of you took a seat on opposite ends, the candle flickering light across the space.  It was bowl of soup and a glass of water.

                 “You will realize there is not much variety of food on a boat.”  He pointed towards the soup.  

                 “It smells delicious.”  You picked up the spoon and started to eat.  

                 His eyes were glued to you as you ate in silence. His mouth was sucked in and you could tell he was biting his cheeks.  You held the spoon down and slightly turned your head to the side, silently inviting him to speak.

                 “Eat.” He narrowed his eyes and pointed at the soup.

                 You took another spoonful.  James was not a talker, if you wanted your questions answered you needed to start the conversation.

                 “Are you going to kill me?”  You looked at him with wide eyes.

                 “Is that what you think Ast?”  A smile broke out on his face and he stood from the table. He circled around to your side and grabbed your hand, guiding you up.  Then he sat and pulled you down into his lap. “That I would bring you such pleasure to burn you alive? Sacrifice you to my pagan gods? Or do you think us cannibals? Wanting to eat your flesh?”

                 His hands tickled your side and you jerked forward, a smile spreading across your face.  There were lots to fear about this man, but maybe death wasn’t one of them.

                 “You don’t even know my name.”  You pushed his hands down and turned your head, looking at him with a smile to match your own.

                 “That was your old life.” He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I am giving you a new one Ast.”

                 “Ast?” You raised an eyebrow. “Is that my name now?”

                 “Ast means Love in my language.” James grabbed your hand. “I will be the only one calling you that.”  

                 Love.   You forgot to breathe for a moment and dropped your chin. This man didn’t know you. How could he use the word so loosely? You pulled your hand from his and grabbed the water cup, downing the entire thing. James was giving you a new life, but what if you didn’t want one? The question that bothered you more was what if you did.  

                 “I need to use the washroom.”  You stood up from his lap.

                 His face was relaxed, but there was a warning in his eyes.  You looked away.  It did not matter, there was nowhere to run on the ship.  James stood up and walked to the corner of the room, opening a door.

                 “There is a chamber pot.” He pointed inside. “It will be changed out in the morning. I’ll have the tub filled tomorrow for you to bathe.”  

                 There was a candle lit in the small area and you nodded at him before walking in.   He shut the door behind you. You didn’t realize that confusion on this level was possible.  There was a small cabinet you grabbed a hold of, unsure if you would collapse or not. After taking a few deep breaths you steadied yourself and looked up.  There was a mirror in front of you.

                 The reflection looked like a stranger.  The candle gave you a glow, making your cheeks appear sunk in.  There were bags under your eyes and a cut on your cheek.  But what stood out the most were the markings on your neck.  You let the cloak slip down your shoulders to your elbows.  There were red and purple splotches covering your torso.  They didn’t hurt, but your hand touched them, unsure if they were real or not.  

                 The door cracked open.  You didn’t look away from your reflection as James walked up behind you.  He rested his hands on your shoulders and studied you, the two of you almost appearing as a portrait.

                 “This is how you will always look Ast.”  He lowered his head to your neck and kissed. “Covered in my marks.”

                 He sucked and pulled your skin into his mouth. You braced yourself on the cabinet and shut your eyes as a shudder went through you.  His tongue felt better on your skin than you wanted to admit.  

                 James pushed the cloak down and it slid to the floor. You opened your eyes and saw your bare chest in the reflection.  He sucked down harder and you cried out, tilting your head to the side for him.  His hands came forward and grabbed your breasts, he started kneading them, grasping at your mounds.  

                 The image in front of you had to be a stranger. A beautiful woman with a gorgeous man, giving in to her desires with wonton abandonment.  It could not be you.  The feel of his hands, mouth, and the vision in the mirror was too much. Your arousal started to trickle down your thigh.

               “Please.”  You moaned.

                 “Please what Ast?”  James lifted his mouth, but then put it on your throat again, sucking in a line all the way down to your shoulder, licking as he moved.  

                 His fingers pinched each of your nipples and you whined.  There was no doubting what you needed, but could you handle the shame of admitting it?

                 “I am yours.”  You brought a hand behind you and stroked it through his hair.

                 “I know.” He kissed his way across your back until he reached the other side of you neck.  You titled your head accordingly as he continued to roll your tiny buds in his fingers.  

               You crossed your legs and clenched your thighs, not to keep him out this time, but because you wanted some relief from the need growing in your core.

               “Please.”  You whimpered.  

                 James lifted his head from your shoulder and gave you the look of the devil in the mirror.  His hands left your body and pulled his shirt over his head.  He never stopped looking at you as he took off his shoes and pants.  Even though the light was dim and yellow the blue in his eyes never dulled.  If this man really was the devil you had dammed yourself for eternity.  

                 “Please what Ast?”  He was nude behind you now, his chiseled chest making the vision in the mirror even more erotic.

                 His hands traced up your side, making your breaths quicken.  He knew what you wanted, what you needed even, but he wouldn’t provide until you spoke the words.  Until you condemned yourself to him and the new life he wanted to give you.  

                 This morning in the barn was another time, another person.  A small voice told you not to forget, that you were still that girl scratching and clawing to get away.  But that was overshadowed by the memory of the pleasure the experience brought.

                 James grabbed your chin and moved your face towards his.  He planted a hard kiss on your lips  and you returned it, your tongue sliding into his mouth, probing and pacing with him. You were two waves, crashing into each other over and over until you formed one.  He pulled away and pushed his forehead to yours.

                 “Please take me.”  Your voice was barely a whisper.  

                 James kissed your shoulder and you turned back to face the mirror, spreading your legs on the floor and gripping onto the cabinet.  He aligned his cock at your opening and eased himself inside.  You arched your neck as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He belonged inside of you.  Both of his hands went to your hips and he pulled out of you only to slide right back in.

                 “Look how beautiful you are.”  He bit your ear.

                 You looked in the mirror as your body jutted forward with his thrust.  

                 “Filled with your king’s cock.”  He locked eyes with you in the reflection. “Claimed by him.”

                 You moaned as he slammed back into you, having to grip the cabinet or risk falling over.  

                 “Enjoying the pleasure he brings you.”  James moved one hand to your chest and started teasing your nipple.  His other slid to the top of your pussy and his finger patted at your clit. “Begging him to fuck you.”

                 His words were turning you on almost as much as his hand.  He bit down on your shoulder again and you squealed.  

                 He rammed his cock in and out of you, using his hands to brace you.  With each movement he increased the pressure on your bundle of nerves and started rubbing in a small circle.  It didn’t take long until a scream ripped from your body.  Pleasure pulsated throughout as the moans exploded from your mouth.

                 “There’s my good girl.”  James continued to rub your clit, elongating your orgasm. “Conquered by her king.”

                 Your eyes moved from his to the vision in the mirror.  There was no way that was you. The glowing skin, the mouth gaping with pleasure, the sweat on the brow, the hazy lust in the eyes.  James moved both of his hands to your hips and pulled you down on him hard with a final thrust.

                 He exploded inside of you, his face an image of pure ecstasy in the mirror.  He was handsome, the most handsome man you had ever seen.  Seeing him this way filled you with pride.  Your body had provided him this release.  At this moment it didn’t matter if he was the devil or not.  You would go to hell for eternity if it meant seeing that expression on him again.

                 You were both gasping as he fell forward, his hands covering yours, steadying both of you on the cabinet.  You turned your head towards his and placed a light kiss on his lips.  He returned the gesture and rested his forehead against yours. You stayed like that for a moment, wanting to enjoy it before the confusion you had grown to accept came on.  

                 James moved behind you, his cock slipping out, causing you to moan at the loss.  He grabbed your hand and led you out of the tiny room.  

                 “Will you stay with me?” You asked as he walked to the bed.  

                 “Ast, this is my room.”  He laid down on the bed and pulled you on top of him. “Our room now.”

                 You curled up with your head on his chest as he stroked your back.  This was the contact you craved earlier and you never felt more satisfied.  The voices telling you this was wrong were quieted, sleep crept up and even they agreed you were exhausted.

                 “Angel.”  James squeezed you closer to him.  

                 You lifted your head and looked at him.  

                 “That’s what others will call you.”  He kissed your forehead. “Angel.”

                 Your name was tied to your identity.  But the person you were yesterday no longer existed. You wanted to become that woman in the mirror.  If she was James’ Angel so be it.

~~~

               When you woke the bed next to you was empty. There was no doubt the ship was moving as the room rocked along the sea.  There was a small window above the bed and you went on your knees to peer out.  Nothing but ocean as far as the eye could see.  

                 There was a knock on the door and you spun around, clutching the sheet to your chest.  

                 “Madam is it alright if I enter?” A feminine voice asked.  

                 You glanced around for clothes and remembered you didn’t have any.  The cloak was still on the bathroom floor and well passed the definition of dirty.  

                 “I’m not decent.”  You called out as the door began to open.  

                 “That’s alright.”  A tall woman about your age walked into the room.

                 Embarrassed you pulled the sheet over your shoulders. She did not seem to mind in the slightest as she dragged in some sort of sleigh with a gigantic bucket.  

                 “You don’t want to water to get cold.”  She smiled at you as she walked straight towards the bathroom.  

                 You heard the sound of water dumping and looked to see her moving suds into the tub.

                 “There’s some necessities the King thought you may need.” She didn’t look at you, but made it known she knew you were watching her. “My name is Wanda.  I can get your whatever you like.”

                 “Where is James?”  You wrapped the sheet around you and stood up from the bed.

                 “The King has to work.  I suppose he always has to work.”  She turned and smiled at you. “He will stop by to check on you when his schedule permits.”

                 The woman wore a plain dress, but not of the style you were familiar with.  Was she a captive like you?  Were you even a captive any longer?

                 “I’ll turn around if it makes you more comfortable.” She faced the wall.  

                 The steamy water looked so inviting, and your muscles were sore from yesterday.  You dropped the sheet and got in the tub, the bubbles blocking your body from view.  Wanda turned back around and grabbed a hair brush from the sled.  Then she walked around and grabbed your hair.  

                 “You don’t have to…”

                 “I want to.” She smiled at you. “I imagine this has been a…difficult time for you.”  

                 Difficult was a good way to describe it.  You sighed and she continued brushing your hair.  So much was unknown to you.  Last night James used the word love.  But were you a wife? A mistress? A love slave? Where was he taking you? Whenever you asked questions you only got short answers, or so nervous you asked the wrong ones.  Maybe you could try asking someone who wasn’t James.

                 “Are there a lot of women on the ship?” You thought you would start slow.

                 “No.” She continued to brush. “You and I are the only two.”

                 “Why are you here?” You were scared to hear the answer.

                 “It is bad luck for a ship not to have a woman on board.” She smiled. “It was simply my turn.”  

                 “So you’re a Viking?” You always pictured them blond.

                 “I suppose so.” She laughed. “But that is a term used by the Southerners, not us.”

                 “Where are we going?” Your body relaxed in the warm water and you let the question you cared more about slip.

                 “Home.” She was just as cryptic as James. “I’m not sure the name of it in English, or if there is one, but it will take about a week.”

                 A week?  Either these were the fastest boats in the world or the Vikings lived much closer than anyone realized.  

                 “You will like it there.” She brushed your hair. “Our people will welcome you.”

                 But welcome you as what?  You wondered if this was what the King did every time he went on a raid.  Were you going to join a harem?  

                 “What does Sannr Ast mean?”  You sat up and looked at Wanda.  

                 “There is no English equivalent.” Wanda dipped your hair in the water and started to wash it.

                 “Can you try to explain it? Please. You said this must be difficult for me, and the most difficult part is not knowing.  Am I some sort of slave? A piece of plunder?” You looked at her with pleading eyes.

                 “No.”  She grabbed your hand.  “Never say such things about yourself.”

                 “Please. Tell me.”  You squeezed her hand back.  

                 She glanced towards to door, but you didn’t break eye contact.  

                 “Sannr means truth.” She sighed. “Ast means love. When a ‘Viking’ lays eyes on his Sannr Ast he will know true love immediately. Your people used the word soulmate, but to us it is much much more.   A soulmate is a piece of dirt compared to a Sannr Ast. There literally aren’t words in your language capable of describing the importance.”

                 You felt like you were in a cloud. True love? James used those words the second he saw you. The way his eyes fixated on you, how gentle he was with you, the fury that had turned to fear when you ran away. All of these images ran in front of your eyes.  

                 “It means you belong to me.”  James’ voice made you whip your head around.  

                 He stood in the doorframe, looking down at you with intense eyes.  Wanda scurried passed him and he walked into the bathroom.  

                 “It means I will never let you go.”  He knelt next to the tub, his intensity making your heart race. “It means I would burn the entire world to the ground to find you. It means you will be my side always. It means you will bare my children. It means you will be the only love I will know for the rest of my days. It means I own you, body, mind, and soul.”

                 He leaned his head closer to yours.  You wanted to scoot back, but knew he would reach out and grab you if you tried.  

                 “And it means, I am yours even more so than you are mine.”  His moved his lips to yours.  

                 It felt like his lips were made of lightning bolts that sent sparks through yours.  This was crazy.  The man kidnapped you, was sailing you away from your homeland, taken your maidenhead, and now was confessing his love. All in the course of twenty-four hours.  

                 You did not believe in soulmates, and could not comprehend what Sannr Ast meant, but you could not deny that you enjoyed James’ lips. You enjoyed the pleasures he brought you, and, even though you were not a slave, you enjoyed the way he owned you.

                 The realization made you moan and his tongue slid into your mouth.  You held his face as you moved closer to him, swooshing water over the side of the tub in the process. James dipped his arms in the bath and grabbed you, spilling more water onto himself and the floor.  Then he lifted your wet body out of the tub.  

                 His blue eyes were crystal clear, but yours were clouded with lust.  He turned around to carry you to the bed and you went for his neck, clamping your mouth on his skin and sucking, while flicking your tongue.  He let out a groan and you ran your teeth on his throat.  

                 When you made it to the bed he gently set you down. It was a stark contrast to the way he tossed you last night, but both ways did excite you.  He watched you as he stripped and you made no move to cover yourself.  You didn’t want to deal with inner turmoil, you just wanted him and didn’t feel the need to hide it.  You opened your arms, wanting to feel his body on top of yours.  

                 He gave you a wicked grin and instead grabbed one of your legs, sliding it up the bed so your knee was in the air.  Then he pushed the other to the side, spreading your sex out for him.  You were only starting to get used to being nude and this was too much.  You started to shut your legs.

                 “No no no.”  James grabbed your knee and positioned himself between your thighs. “I want to see how you taste.”

                 Before you could ask what he meant he leaned forward and ran his tongue up your slit.  You gasped and went up on your elbows.  His tongue started right on your clit flickering back and forth.  His blue eyes were glued to you as his mouth worked.

                 He closed his lips and sucked on the sensitive bud and you squealed, almost shutting your legs on his head.  Then you felt his finger circling your entrance and your eyes went wide.  You wanted something inside of you, needing a balance from the attention your clit was getting.  Your hips moved closer to him, but his finger moved back.  

                 “Un-un.”  He did not lift his mouth and the vibration from his words made you moan and drop your head back to the pillow.  

                 You panted and writhed when he went back to flicking his tongue, trying your hardest not to scream as he teased you. When his finger returned to circling you let out a whimper, certain that all you needed was his hand to reach your orgasm.  He ran his fingers up and down your slit, spreading your juices and his saliva on to them.  

                 His teeth started lightly grazing your encouraged bud and a loud moan came out.  

                 “I do love those noises sweet girl.”  He blew on your clit and you let out a shriek. “And you taste even better than you look.”

                 He lifted his head and watched your face. This finger went back to teasing your hole and you looked up at him with pleading eyes.  Then his hand slid back further and you let out a frustrated cry. It was soon silenced when you felt him prodding at your rear. Before you could object he slid it inside your ass making you gasp at the intrusion.  It burned, and you bucked your hip to get it out, but James dipped his head back and started sucking on your clit with force.  

                  “AHHHHH!”  You arched your back.  

                 He began moving the finger in and out of your bottom while sucking and licking your clit.  It brought so many sensations you were not familiar with that you couldn’t concentrate or object to either.  Then he brought his other hand up and slid a finger inside of your pussy.   You felt like you were going to explode as the two hands worked on an opposite rhythm, giving you a whole new sense of full.   Then he jammed his tongue down hard on your clit and you could not take it any longer.

                  Your whole body felt like it was burning and freezing at the same time.  This man unleashed so much pleasure in you there were no words that could describe how alive you were feeling.  It was as if every inch of your body had its own being.  His hands were gone and you focused on him just as he was lining up his cock with your pussy.

                 With one hard thrust he was in you to the hilt. He grabbed each of your legs and brought them up to his shoulders, kissing your ankles in the process.  He pulled out and slammed back into you, hitting you directly on your pleasure center.

                 You moaned uncontrollably as he pulled out and slammed back in, feeling the tip of his cock so deep it was almost painful. He started to work into a rhythm, pulling out and filling you with long hard thrusts.  It didn’t take long until all of the fires he started were reignited.

                 “JAMES!” You screamed his name as you gripped the sheets and thrust your chest forward, this orgasm even more powerful than the previous.

                 With a grunt he plowed into you one last time. Your pussy greedily clamping down on him as your muscles spasmed from the orgasm.  He emptied himself inside of you and your legs slid from his shoulders as he collapsed on the bed next to you.  

                 Both of you were panting and he kissed the top of your head, before pulling you closer.  You weren’t sure if it was because of the orgasms or because of this Sannr Ast business, but for a moment all was forgotten and you were grateful for this man.

                 “I won’t leave you.”  You felt guilty about running in the woods.

                 “You don’t have a choice.”  He said the words as if he were stating an obvious fact: the sky is blue.

                 “But if I did, I wouldn’t.” You looked up at him with heavy lids.  

                 He gave a half smile and pulled you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest again.  All sense of logic seemed to have vanished, but you didn’t care.  There was no denying feelings were growing on your end. You didn’t know about Sannr Ast, but maybe you were his Angel as much as he was your Viking.  That ‘your’ had a nice ring to it now.

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[justsomebucky]

A Little Dream

Summary: AU. What happens when a dream changes your reality?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,778

Warnings: language, self-consciousness, fluff, mentions of cheating

A/N: Hi guys! I’m so sorry I’ve been off the radar for over a month now. I got wrapped up in some personal stuff + had really bad writer’s block. I hope you guys still enjoy my writing! This is my submission for @jurassicbarnes‘s One Year Blog Anniversary Challenge. My prompt was 27: “You don’t remember last night at all, do you?” Inspired by the song “Dream a Little Dream of Me.”

Your phone buzzed on the passenger seat as you parked your car. You didn’t even need to look at the screen to know that it was probably Natasha and she had probably heard what happened by now.

“Hello?”

“I really hate Owen!”

You flinched at her tone, your eyes flickering to the window as little droplets of rain began to hit the glass. “I don’t hate him. I pity him.”

“Are you at the restaurant?”

“Yes.”

There were other cars sitting in the lot around you, though there were no patrons just yet. This location didn’t open for another hour, but you had no desire to go back to your apartment right now.

He was still there cleaning out his stuff.

“That’s all you have to say about this?” Natasha’s voice was harsh in your ear. “You can’t just text me that and not give details, Y/N.”

“What does it matter?” you asked idly, watching a particularly bold raindrop absorb others in its path.  Just like Owen…always destroying things. “He cheated. I found out. It’s over.”

You heard Natasha sigh on the other end of the line. “I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m not.” It pained you a little to admit that, but it was the truth. “I knew it wasn’t going to last much longer anyways.”

“Why? Were you fighting a lot?”

“No. I just…had a feeling.”

“A feeling?”

That was enough about Owen. “What time are you guys getting here?”

The whole purpose of this evening was to celebrate your friend Steve’s promotion at work. He was now a senior partner at a law firm that focused on human rights. The gig was perfect for Steve, and you were proud to know him.

“Steve said Sharon’s running a little late, last I checked. I’m here with Sam and we’re just about to hop in a taxi.”

“Who else is going? I forget.”

“Um, well…Bucky is going to be there with his date, too. I think her name is Maya.”

Your stomach did a little flip, but you ignored it. “I thought he was single?”

“He didn’t want to be the only one without a date,” she said softly.

Bucky Barnes was such an enigma these days. You met him about a year ago, before Owen, when Steve and Sharon invited you to the theatre. Bucky was there too, and you were pretty sure they meant for it to be a double date.

You developed a crush on him pretty quickly. Who wouldn’t? He was handsome, polite, had the cutest smile ever…but when the two of you were sitting beside each other, it was like he shut down. He barely looked at you after the first intermission.

To say you were feeling blue over the situation was an understatement, and you tried to get over your stupid crush by avoiding Bucky whenever he was around. If he noticed, he never mentioned it to anyone.

Then Owen showed up in your life, and blah blah blah…

Not that you deserved what happened to you, though...no one deserved that.

“Joke’s on him! Now I’m the seventh wheel.” You pinched the bridge of your nose lightly. “I’m just going to sit here and wait for you guys, okay? I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

It didn’t seem like very long after you hung up with Natasha that you heard a tap on the window.

You lifted your head and saw one Bucky Barnes standing there. He gestured for you to get out of the car.

Clearly, you’d taken a nap by accident.

What the hell was he doing here? And where was his date, that Maya woman?

You opened the door, carefully placing your feet on the ground as you glanced around.

The rain had stopped, leaving behind small puddles that now reflected moonlight from the night sky. Yep, the sun had already gone down, and now it was time for dinner.

It struck you as completely out of character for him to be the one to come get you. Where was Natasha? Had everyone else left already?

“Bucky? Did…did I miss dinner?”

Bucky let out a small chuckle, holding his hand to help you up. “No, you didn’t miss dinner. Steve and Sharon just arrived a minute or so ago.”

You accepted his hand gratefully, knowing that your sleep-addled brain was not yet capable of standing up without getting a little dizzy. “I must have fallen asleep in my car.”

“You probably needed the rest,” he reasoned, holding you steady.  

Once you were safely on the sidewalk, he shut the door behind you. “I heard about what happened. I’m sorry.”

You locked your car and slipped the key in in your bag. Owen was the last thing you wanted to discuss. “Don’t be. I’m not, especially in light of what happened.”

The tone of your voice ended that particular conversation.

The two of you walked in silence until you reached the restaurant’s double glass doors, where he turned to you with a sheepish look.

“Listen, I’ve been thinking, and...I want to leave it up to you. We can go in there right now and I’ll drop the subject forever, or we can go somewhere else and give it a try, but you have to decide. I don’t have much time.”

What. The actual. Fuck?

This had to be the most Bucky had said to you in months, so naturally it didn’t make any damn sense.

“No time for what? You just said we didn’t miss the dinner?”

Bucky smiled at your misinterpretation. “Not Steve’s celebration dinner, doll. That’s still happening. I meant I don’t have much time to make my case.”

“Your case?” You wrinkled your nose at him. Exactly how long had you been asleep? “Are you a lawyer now, too?”

“No.” He reached out and clasped your hand gently in his. “But it’s not a bad analogy. I feel like this is my last chance to plead my case. Will you go with me?”

His touch sent a shiver down your spine, which only confused you further. “Go where? You’re not making any sense, Bucky.”

“Y/N, I want to give us another chance. I want -“ He stopped himself, looking over his shoulder and into the restaurant. His blue eyes flitted back to yours. “What I want doesn’t matter in the end if you don’t want it, too.”

“Where is this coming from, Bucky? We kinda sorta had a date a long time ago, and you didn’t seem the least bit interested in me. Besides, didn’t you come here with a date?” You glanced around again. “Where’s Maya?”

“I don’t have much time,” he repeated, giving your hand a light squeeze to get your attention back. “Please, just one more chance. I promise, if you don’t enjoy yourself, we don’t have to ever discuss this again.”

He looked so earnest, so hopeful in that moment that you couldn’t bear to say no.

You nodded at him. What was there to lose? “All right, Bucky. One more chance.”

The grin he gave you would have melted even the coldest heart. He held onto your hand as the two of you spun away from the restaurant and over to the street to hail a taxi.

It felt wild and rebellious and completely out of character for you, but maybe that’s exactly what you needed after the day you had.

Much to your surprise, Bucky had the driver drop you both off near the waterfront. There was a little bistro there, complete with elegant outdoor tables and a jazz singer on a small stage. As if the stars above you weren’t enough of a light show, there were fairy lights hanging over a makeshift dance floor.

You had no idea this place existed; it looked like something out of a fairy tale.

“This is beautiful,” you breathed, taking everything in as the two of you were seated. Thankfully, the table and chairs had been dried from the earlier rainstorm.

“If you get cold let me know.” Bucky gave you another quick smile as he picked up the wine list then ordered something that sounded fancy. “I hope you like a sweet red wine.”

“I do.” Your eyes shifted over his shoulder to the singer, who sounded a lot like Etta James. “How did you find this place?”

“I jog along the waterfront sometimes, and I just happened to notice this the other morning. I’m glad I did.”

“Me too.” Your eyes flickered back to his. “Thanks for inviting me out. I think I really needed this, though I feel bad for ditching Steve on his big night. I can’t believe the others haven’t tried to call or text us.”

“I might have told Steve my plan,” he admitted. The tips of his ears turned red, which you thought was really cute. “He encouraged me to ask you.”

Dinner went by far too quickly, and you found yourself wishing that the evening would last a little longer. Bucky paid the check, though, and as he stood up, you let out a sigh and grabbed your bag.

Behind him, the jazz singer began to sing a slow, sweet melody, and your attention shifted back to the stage. You absolutely loved this song.

Bucky noticed your head turn and nudged you gently. “Would you like to dance before we go?”

“Um…” You shifted your bag on your shoulder, feeling a little awkward. “Sure.”

Bucky gently grabbed your bag and set it behind a planter, then twirled you once in his arms, pulling you so close that you could see the fairy lights reflecting in his eyes. The two of you were off in your own little world, one of only three couples dancing.

“Better?”

“Much,” you murmured. Where was all this coming from? Where did he learn to dance like this? When had he decided that you were right for him?

When had you come to that very same conclusion?

It had to be the atmosphere, the music, the lights…maybe even the wine. They were all messing with your head, stirring up feelings you’d long suppressed for a man you couldn’t seem to forget.

You felt so wanted in that moment.

Bucky was so warm, so solid, you couldn’t help but rest your head on his shoulder as he moved you around the makeshift dance floor. His arms held you a little tighter, and he began to sing the words softly in your ear as you closed your eyes.

“But in your dreams, whatever they be…dream a little dream of me.”

You kept your eyes shut, as if that would stop time for a little while. You didn’t want this perfect night to end just yet.  

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that your phone was ringing yet again. It was ringing, and you wanted nothing more than to shut it up.

With a low grumble and a hazy mind, you opened one eye and then the other, reaching for your phone.

“Yes?”

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you replied, sitting up a little. You blinked in confusion as you realized you were sitting in the driver’s seat of your car again. “What time is it?”

“It’s nearly eight. I thought you said you were here already?”

“I- what?” You rubbed your eyes and blinked a couple more times.

How the hell were you back in your car? Why would Bucky leave you in your car after a night like that?

Your eyes widened when you realized the truth…

It was all a dream.

You groaned, smacking your forehead gently. “I fell asleep in my car. I had…the strangest dream ever.”

“Oh yeah? What happened in this strange dream?”

“I’ll just tell you later.” You didn’t want to share the details just yet, if at all. You wanted that to be just for you, as you tried to grasp exactly what happened and why it felt so real.

“Well hurry up, we’re all in the entrance waiting for you.” The call ended, and you frowned down at your phone.

A quick glance in the mirror left you satisfied that your hair and makeup still looked all right. The only evidence that you’d been asleep at all was the line on your cheek from resting it on your car door.

You opened the car and got out, feeling like this all happened once before with Bucky Barnes.

It had felt so real. You couldn’t shake the feeling of dream Bucky’s arms around you...the sight of his blue eyes twinkling as he smiled at you...the sound of his voice as he sang in your ear...

Natasha was standing closest to the door, and she opened it for you with a curious look on her face. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Natasha,” you replied, giving her a nod. Sam was right beside her and greeted you a big hug, then Sharon, and finally Steve. Tonight was for him, you reminded yourself.

“Congratulations, Steve! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks,” he replied, beaming at you. “I’m really looking forward to the opportunity to help even more people across the world.”

“Such a hero,” Sharon commented warmly, taking his arm to gently lead him away from the door. “Y/N, Bucky and his date are running late, so he told us to go ahead and get seated.”

You tried not to react. “Sounds good.”

Dread washed over you, and you couldn’t quite shake it. You didn’t want to see Bucky with someone else. You didn’t want to see him smile at this other woman, not after the romantic night you had just shared, even if it was all in your mind.

The dream had renewed your hope, though you’d never admit it aloud. No, they would just think you were nuts.

After the others sat down, you situated yourself on the end so that Bucky might sit near you.

You had nearly downed an entire flute of champagne by the time you caught sight of Bucky glancing around the room near the greeter.

Steve noticed him too, and lifted a hand to wave him over.

You quickly averted your eyes, wishing you had stayed in your car and driven away. How could you ever look at him the same way now?

“Where’s Maya?” you heard Natasha ask bluntly.

Your hopeful eyes glanced up to see that Bucky was definitely alone. Maybe luck was on your side, after all.

“I, uh…didn’t actually ask her out,” Bucky supplied, pulling out the chair across from you and sitting down. His eyes met yours over the centerpiece, and he gave you a small smile.

Ugh, it was just like your dream.

That damn look on his face was doing things to you, and you didn’t know how to read it. What was reality and what was all in your head? Though you specialized in overthinking, it was only working against you tonight.

“Hi, Y/N. How are you?”

Oh shit…now he was talking directly to you.

Calm down…this is what you wanted…right?

“I’m fine. You?”

Very original.

What if the two of you really don’t have anything to talk about because you have nothing in common?

What if your dream has totally warped your brain and you embarrass yourself in front of him?

What if, what if, what if?

But when Bucky’s smile widened, and he leaned over to tell you about his day, you found yourself eager to hear every word. The two of you chatted like it was natural, like it was something you did every day. Appetizers and salad arrived, but that didn’t slow your conversation down. It felt easy, and that had nothing to do with the dream.

There’s no way these feelings were manufactured by your subconscious.

No, apparently you still had a thing for your friend Bucky.

He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry about things with Owen.”

You looked up from your salad bowl, trying to keep your expression neutral. “I’m not. It wasn’t working out.”

“Oh.” Bucky nodded, pushing a cherry tomato around his salad bowl. “I guess sometimes you just know.”

I know how it feels to be held by you. I know what your voice sounds like when you sing in my ear. I know...

You silently told your brain to stuff it.

“Sorry things didn’t work out with you and - I’m sorry, I forget her name already.”

“Maya,” he replied, setting his fork down. “And I knew that wasn’t going to work out, either. It was over before it started.”

“Good old instinct.” You could practically feel your face heat up as you looked away. It took everything in you not to excuse yourself and hide in the restroom for a while. Who says that? Could you be more awkward and obvious? Ugh, you just –

“I’m going to get some air,” you announced, standing up so suddenly you nearly knocked your salad bowl over. You felt like you were going to crawl out of your skin. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“I think I’ll join you,” Bucky said, standing up and making a move to follow you.

Great. Now you had to be alone with him when you were trying to escape.

Why did you have to dream about him?

Out of nowhere, this stupid thing your brain imagined became the only thing your heart wanted, and you resented everything. Why were you always like this? You had such an obsessive personality sometimes...

On top of all that, it felt like the events of the dream had all happened last night, and you were the only one left to remember.

What a curse.

The chilly night air caused goosebumps on your skin almost immediately after you opened the glass door and stepped onto the sidewalk. Bucky must have noticed, because he pulled his sport jacket off and offered it to you right away.

“Thanks,” you told him as he gently placed the jacket over your shoulders.

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, moving further to the side when a large group of people piled out of a van to make their way inside. You turned and saw a little bench a few feet away, then looked back at Bucky. “Wanna sit?”

“Sure.”

He followed you to the bench, which was conveniently placed in between two small trees decorated in fairy lights. You sighed, remembering the brilliantly lit dance floor from your dream.

“You okay?”

“You don’t remember last night at all, do you?” You glanced over at Bucky, your eyes searching his for any kind of recognition even though you knew it was stupid.

Nothing happened last night. It wasn’t real.

He hadn’t shared your dream.

“Last night?” He scratched his chin, his brows furrowing in confusion.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you looked away. Who knew that an impromptu pre-dinner nap in your car could cause such a change of heart?  

“Never mind. Don’t mind me. I’ve just had some champagne, it’s been a long, emotional day…you know how it is…”

“That guy – Owen.” Bucky practically spat your ex-boyfriend’s name. “He didn’t deserve you, doll. He never did.”

“I know.” The corner of your mouth lifting a little. “He was a cheating asshole.”

“Total piece of shit.”

You let out another laugh, looking down at your hands on your lap. Another stretch of silence filled the space between you, but this one didn’t feel as awkward.

“Do you want to go out sometime?” Bucky blurted out, turning his entire body toward you on the bench. “With me, I mean. Do you want to go out with me?”

Your eyes snapped to his in shock.

Had you heard him right?

His blue eyes sparkled under the fairy lights, just like in your dream, and you found yourself feeling a little dizzy.

Were you still dreaming? Were you in a goddamn coma?

He took your silence and expression to mean something else, though. “I’m sorry, I know it’s out of nowhere, and you just got out of a relationship, and it ended badly, and I’m rambling, but I- I just…”

You kept your eyes locked on his, silently waiting for him to go on.

“I’ve been kicking myself since that night at the theatre,” Bucky admitted quietly, glancing around as if to make sure no one else was in listening distance. His gaze met yours again. “I’ve been reliving it in my head lately, wishing I could have a do-over.”

This was certainly news to you. “What happened that night, Bucky? Why did you clam up?”

“I got nervous,” he admitted, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe it himself. “I fucked it all up, and then you met that douchebag, and…” His voice trailed off.

You leaned back, trying to hide your movements as you pinched your arm.

Nope, definitely not dreaming this time.

“You deserve better, Y/N. And I think I could be the person who…well, I know it sounds strange, but I just keep thinking if I do it right this time, we could have something special.” Bucky shook his head, looking a little mortified at his own honesty. “Never mind. It’s way too soon. I’m sorry, I-“

“I’d love to go out with you,” you interrupted before he could say something self-deprecating and walk away from you again. “How does tomorrow night sound? Maybe we could check out the bistro down by the waterfront.”

You didn’t even know if that place really existed, but he didn’t question it.

The grin that real-life Bucky gave you rivaled that of his dream counterpart. “Really? That sounds perfect.”

“Great. It’s a date,” you said happily, sagging against the bench in relief. It was almost as if deep down, you knew something amazing would happen tonight. Way to go, brain.

Just for good measure, you pinched your arm again.

Bucky stood after a minute, and just like in your dream, he offered you his hand. “We better get back inside. They’re gonna wonder where we are.”

“Probably,” you agreed, accepting his hand. He gently pulled you to your feet, and you handed his jacket back. “But that’s all right. This was worth any future interrogations.”

“I was convinced you’d say no,” Bucky commented, holding the door open for you. “I’ve never been happier to be wrong in my life.”

The two of you made your way back to the table, and Bucky’s fingers brushed yours ever-so-slightly before you moved back to your seat.

“Hey, Y/N,” Natasha said, leaning over Sam to speak to you. “Are you ever going to tell me about that dream you had earlier?”

“Nah,” you replied, sharing a look with Bucky.  “Real life is far more interesting.”

Special thanks to Yvy and Bella and Noelia. <3

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Lust for Life | Part 1

Summary: As a rising actress in Hollywood you are hired for a movie to be filmed in Italy. Your love interest is played by Sebastian Stan. You have a secret attraction to him which complicates things when you have to film a sex scene for the movie.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: smut, oral, sex, sexy sebastian if that counts. (Ages 18+)

A/N: For @jurassicbarnes’s writing challenge. had a lot of fun writing it. i’m still a little new to writing smut, took me a few days but i finished it!  Prompt: Lust for Life by Lana Del Rey

You didn’t bother to look up at the man in front of you. Those bright blue eyes would sell you out in a matter of seconds. Just like Medusa would turn her victims into stone, this man had the power to turn you into a puddle at his feet.

You felt weak around him. Not just because you were smaller and timider. You felt weak because he had you wrapped around his finger and could give your orders as he pleased. You hated it.

Hated turning and twisting in your sleep because of him. Avoiding his every move when he was near you. Just a simple touch could make your heart go at a thousand beats per minute. 

“I don’t love you.” You whispered. “I never loved you.”

The man grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer to him. Pressing your body against his so tight that you could feel his heart beat against your chest.

“I don’t believe you.” He kept his eyes on you, his face now just inches away from yours. “Look into my eyes and tell me again.”

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t look into his eyes because if you did, he would know.

One of his hands left your waist and met the bottom of your chin, tilting your head up until you finally met his gaze. 

“Look into my eyes and tell me you don’t love me.” Both of his hands crept up your arms. “Tell me you didn’t feel anything on that boat in Venice.” He placed his cheek against yours and whispered in your ear. “Tell me you didn’t feel anything when I touched your skin. Tell me you didn’t scream my name in pleasure when I made love to you. If you say that, I’ll leave you alone for good.”

His deep voice, filled with lust had left you breathless. By the time he pulled away to look at you, your eyes had a darker color to them. You wanted him. And you wanted him now.

“I love you more than my own life.” You reached up and pulled his head down to meet his lips. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and began to pull it up.

“And cut!” The director yelled out. “That is it for today. Great job everyone, tomorrow we do re-shoots of the sex scene. Good night everyone.”

You were pulled back into reality and managed to survive another day of shooting a movie in Italy. Just days away from packing your bags and getting on a flight back to L.A.  You took a deep breath and Sebastian pulled away from you.

Members of the movie crew split up and scattered around the tiny set to get their belongings, head to their hotel rooms and call it a night. 

“Hey, try not to be nervous tomorrow will ya?” Sebastian nudged your side and winked. 

The reason they were doing re-shoots of the steamy scene in the movie was mainly that you couldn’t keep your shit together and keep it natural. Instead your moans were extremely forced, you were physically shaking and of course, all that could easily be noticed on camera.

“I told you guys it’s the “first-time” nerves. You’ve filmed plenty of sex scenes, this one is my first.” You lied. Of course, the shaking was because Sebastian Stan was thrusting in between your legs half naked and kissing the soft spot behind your ear. You didn’t want him and the rest of the crew members to know he found it. You didn’t want him to know you secretly grew fond of him. That’s what frustrated you the most.

“Everything is going to be alright, I’m sure we’ll nail it on the first time. Just pretend you’re actually having sex with me.” He patted your back lightly before kissing your cheek and heading out. You could have sworn your bones had turned into liquid. 

That’s exactly the fucking problem, you thought to yourself.

About two hours after wrapping up you were in your hotel room looking out into the Grand Canal of Venice. A few boats passed by with yellow lanterns.

You had just finished taking a shower and changed into your pajamas when you decided to turn on the television to get your mind off of things. Tomorrow’s tasks to be exact. Most of the shows were in Italian, a language you barely understood. But your mind made up the dialogue as you watched the drama unfold.

You had finally picked a channel that had an interesting show to watch when you heard someone knock at the door. You crawled off of the bed and opened the door to see Sebastian looking dashing as always leaning against the door frame.

“Hey, sweet cakes,” he fixed his posture and invited himself in your hotel room. Something you weren’t happy about. But it’s Sebastian, the sweetest guy you’ve worked with.

“What’s up?” You asked. “Did you need anything?” You crossed your arms over your chest as you remembered your shirt was practically see through and your uncomfortable bra was left on the bathroom floor somewhere. 

“I was giving it thought and as your expert co-star, I decided to help ease your nerves for tomorrow’s sex scene.” Sebastian sat at the edge of the bed, facing you.

“How would you help me exactly?” You asked.

“Put on something cute for tonight, we’re going clubbing with the Italians.” He winked at you. You didn’t realize you had held your breath until exhaled all the air in your lungs. For a second you thought he was going to offer to do something else.

“Clubbing? That’s your way of easing my nerves?” You rolled your eyes. 

“It’s how I got past my first steamy scene. It works miracles, I promise you,” he said. “And if tomorrow you don’t feel like it helped, I’ll tell the director I’ll do most of the vocal stuff.” 

“Alright,” You said. You did regret not making enough time to explore the city. 

You picked out a small white dress you packed. As soon as you walked out of the bathroom Sebastian started shaking his head in disapproval. 

“I meant something that doesn’t make you look like a high school skater.” He chuckled. “May I?”

“Good luck finding anything else.” You let him head over to your closet. Within a few moments, he pulled out the dress you had previously overlooked for obvious reasons. 

The dark burgundy dress had long, thin shoulder straps and barely covered your bottom. Not to mention it was tight enough to feel like a second skin. Now it was you who was sitting at the edge of the bed shaking their head. 

“Nope.” You got up and met him halfway across the floor to take the dress from his hands. He didn’t let go of the hanger.

“Just try it. For me.” He whispered. Both of your bodies just barely touching. You looked up at him towering over you. His mouth formed a thin line and his eyes gazed into yours. Suddenly it felt like you were filming the same scene from earlier. Your heart fluttered. 

You simply nodded and he released the dress to you. Looking at it from every angle in the bathroom mirror you had to admit, this dress looked good on you. You quickly applied makeup and brushed your hair before walking out to show Sebastian. 

“I’m ready.” 

This time there was no verbal response, just a jaw drop.

Sebastian greeted the bouncer in Italian before he moved to the side and let you both into the club. The loud bass could be felt in your throat. The lights nearly blinded you as you were guided by Sebastian in the club. You must have lost him in between the crowd because you felt a hand reach out and hold yours as you were dragged through the dance floor.

Your palm began to sweat and you tried to shake off the feeling.

Sebastian is just a friend. Sebastian is just a friend.

You both reached the bar at the opposite side of the entrance. Placing your hand over your eye you tried to make out what the ambient looked like.

“What now?” You asked. Sebastian placed a shot glass right in front of you.

“Bottoms up.” He said.

“I do not want to show up to set hungover tomorrow.” You said. 

“You won’t, I promise. It’s just to loosen you up, a crucial part of the plan.” He explained. 

You took the shot. Feeling it burn down your throat. Then you were ordered a special cocktail. You couldn’t figure out what it was, the strange pink color with various fruit arrangements floating on top of the glass. You opened your mouth to ask but were quickly interrupted by Sebastian.

“Stop asking and start drinking.” He laughed as he took another shot of his own.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that it kicked in. You started making jokes with Sebastian. Called on the waiter for a few more shots and even chatted up some people nearby.

Your eyes adapt to the lights and you found the dance floor flooded with people. You saw a couple of platforms where girls were dancing on their own, others with their partners.

“Alright, that is enough.”  Sebastian took your drink and placed it further away from you. “Now, this is how it’s going to go down. Tonight, you’re not you and I’m not me. You and I are going to resume our roles in the movie but in a different setting.”

“Okay.” You agreed, still not understanding what he wanted you to do as your character.

“You’re going to go dance and I am going to watch you. You have to seduce my character.” 

You giggled. “That makes no sense.”

“Oh, it will.”  He pulled the bar stool closer to you and leaned into your ear and began to give you orders.

“I want you to go hang out with a couple of girls and get loose. Pretend you’re longtime friends, dance around. You shouldn’t have a problem, Italian girls are very friendly.”

Part of you didn’t like the way he said that because clearly, you knew what he was implying when he said that Italian girls were ‘very friendly’.

“I want you to let loose and look at me when you dance. You can look away, for a few moments but I want you to remember who is watching you.” He said.

You didn’t know what made you shiver, his voice or the feeling of his hot breath against your skin. No, it was definitely both.

“Seduce me.” He reminded you.

With those two words, you strutted your way through the dance floor, observing groups to see which you would join. Immediately you found the group that danced in the way it reminded you of those wildlife documentaries where the lioness moves so gracefully towards her prey.

You moved closer to them and began mimicking their moves. One of them noticed you and made her way next to you. They quickly invited you to the middle where you lifted your arms, circled your hips and bent your knees to get down towards the floor. 

Remembering what Sebastian had told you, you searched the crowd finding him in a small area, higher than the dance floor, resting against a metal railing observing you. He lifted the glass he held to his lips, not bothering to take his eyes off of you.

You felt your blood rush down south. You bit your lip and kept your eyes on him while you moved. It was an indescribable feeling to you, there was desire and there was lust in the gaze you both had. You wanted him to join you. You wanted him to want to join you.

A few songs, hip movements and body touching later, you saw Sebastian finish his drink and make his way down the short set of stairs of the deck. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears at this point. 

Agonizing moments later, you felt someone wrap their arms around you. “Very well done,” Sebastian whispered in your ear. “Now for the next phase of the assignment.” He placed his body behind you to make you almost grind against his crotch. “We’re gonna give these people a show.” He pressed his hand against your back, making you bend down and slowly come back up to press your back against his chest again. 

Time passed by, you didn’t know how long you had been dancing with Sebastian. It was hard to keep track as both your bodies were dancing so close to each other. You barely had any room to breathe but that didn’t bother you. In fact, you wanted to be closer to him as if that were possible. 

You catch a couple of glances and a few stares from nearby spectators. You froze slightly. Instantly, hiding in between other bodies to avoid the pairs of eyes. You held Sebastian’s hands as you grinded down on him more. He lifted both pairs of hands over your head and spun you around.

You looked into his lust filled eyes as he asked, “What do you want to do?”

Pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt, you kissed him. He grabbed your hips and lightly tugged on your dress to make you move them. His hand slowly but not discreetly moved to your ass.

The gesture made you moan into his mouth and pull away. 

“Sorry, I got carried away.” He spoke into your ear, breathless. “I should’ve asked first.” 

In response, you shook your head. “I should’ve asked if it was okay to kiss you.” 

“No, it’s fine. We’re in character, remember?” He spun you around and went back to let you grind on his crotch. “In fact, that proves you solved one issue you had with the scene. You’re comfortable enough to moan now.” 

Your face began to blush red, did he notice you were uncomfortable moaning during filming?

“Well, glad I solved that.” You gulped, silently thanking the club’s dim lights would not reveal your crimson cheeks. “I think we should just call it a night.” You had already stopped dancing at this point.

“No can do, sweetheart. You’re still tense.” Sebastian continued to dance to the rhythm of the music. You were taken by surprise.

“Are you kidding me?” You nearly hissed. The soles of your feet began to hurt the longer you stood on your high heels. 

“Tell you what, one more favor and we can go.” Sebastian glanced at the tall platform a few feet away from where a dance couple was walking off. “We dance up there, where everyone can see. If you’re still a little tense with the audience we go back for more drinks or,” he took a step closer to you, “you can show me you can handle the attention up there and we leave this place.” 

Determined to go home, take the damn heels off and have a good night sleep, you made your way to the platform and climbed up. You both resumed your positions, he leaned over your shoulder from behind and circled his arms around your waist. 

“Now, on set, you’ll have fewer men staring at you, and they normally don’t have blue balls like the men trying to pick up women here. Ignore those staring and you’ll ignore those who are behind the camera.”

Sebastian was right and you had to admit it. You hated the idea of being watched by the crew.

You did as he said and ignored the stares of some men at the bar you were at earlier in the night and continued to move to the song. This time you turned around by yourself and wrapped your arms around Sebastian’s neck. By positioning your legs between his left leg and swaying your hips, basically grinding on his thigh.

“Is this good enough?” You asked. Sebastian’s lip trembled as he struggled to find the words.

“By my feeling of invitations to a threesome we’re about to get from people here, it’s more than enough.”

Sebastian helped you walk from the uber car to your hotel room, with one arm around you as you walked barefoot along the carpeted hallway.

“That was fun, I have to admit.” You giggled, swinging your arm with your heels in hand.

“See, I told you it would help.” He let go of you for a brief moment to help you open the door. 

Once inside the room, you turned around to say goodbye to Sebastian when you realize he’s already locked the door to your hotel room and he is walking inside. You wanted to ask him why he was still there, but you didn’t want to be rude and kick him out.

“One last acting method?” He whispered. You simply nodded. 

“And what method is that?” You asked. He pulled you away from the wall and led you to the bathroom, facing the mirror. 

“Self-control.” He responded as he pressed his chest against your back, his right arm wrapping around you. You could feel his hot breath against your neck as he pressed his hand on the lower part of your abdomen. His left hand was placed gently on your waist. 

Without breaking eye contact, Sebastian’s hand slowly crept down the front of your dress and under, meeting your thigh. 

Your knees are weak and your body begins to tremble. Is this really happening?

“Stop shaking, the camera is going to pick up on that.” He says. 

“You’re touching me, how am I supposed to be still?” You admit. 

“It’s a simple touch. Act. I’m supposed to touch you in more private places, a simple hand on your thigh shouldn’t make you nervous.” Sebastian shrugged. But it did make you nervous. You wanted that touch, not as an actress but as a woman.

 At that point, you are just moments away from coming clean with your feelings and telling him he’s made you do more things than shake when you’re alone in your room.

You ignore the idea and keep your mouth shut. You can’t tell him how you feel, you couldn’t do that to him. It’s a stupid idea. He’d never fall for you. He could have anyone, any A-lister at his feet and you were nothing. You’d just made a ridicule of yourself.

You didn’t realize your gaze had dropped down to the bathroom floor until he brought his left hand to raise your chin.

“What’s wrong?” His voice now becoming soft.

“Nothing, let’s just get this over with.” You answered, calming your breaths and slowing down your heartbeat, you became still under his touch. “See, I’m not shaking anymore.”

Sebastian gave you a confused look before spinning you around to press you against the sink counter. “Bullshit.” 

His eyes were now filled with lust as you were completely caught by surprise.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, you crave my touch.” His face was now inches away from you. “The reason you shake is not that you’re nervous it’s because you are scared you can’t control yourself when I’m with you. You didn’t want anyone in the room to hear you moan in pleasure because you love the idea of having me in between your legs. You want me as much as I want you.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, almost immediately you wrap your arms around his neck, he picks you up and places you on the counter. He fumbles on the buttons on his shirt as he tries to take it off, your hands find his bare chest as he rips it off.

“I want you.” You whisper. “I need you.”

“I’m all yours.” He replies as he slides the straps of your dress down your shoulder. He brings your lips to his again as he shoves the hem of your dress up to your hips. With a simple hand movement, he pulls your panties off and you kick them the rest of the way down your legs. “You’re beautiful.” 

You feel his hot breath between your legs as he kneels down on the floor, coming face to face with your center. Your head is spinning, was he about to-?

His fingers slid down your outer lips as he lightly presses the tips of his index and middle finger inside. “You’re so wet for me, baby.” You let out a small moan and he takes it as his cue. He brings his mouth to your entrance as he pushes his fingers all the way in.

You arch your back and grab the edge of the counter, your knuckles turning white as you buck your hips up. Sebastian’s arm presses your hips down as he continues to work his tongue against you. Sliding and swirling against your clit as you struggle against his grip. 

You pull the top part of your dress down, revealing your bare breasts to him as you begin to play with your nipples. Sebastian looks at the sight in front of him and he pulls away from you for a small moment.

“Say my name, baby. I want to hear my name come from your delicious mouth.”

“Sebastian,” you moan as your fingers begin to pinch your nipples and squeeze your breast. 

“Fuck that’s so hot.” He goes back to paying attention to your center as he works his mouth even faster than before. 

You feel the familiar pressure at your core and you struggle to find the words to tell him. Your hand meets his hair as you lightly tug on his strands. “S-Seb.” You feel him nod against you and you release yourself. He continues to work your core as you come down, not bothering to slow down his pace. 

You turn into a slump against the mirror behind you and try to catch your breath. 

“You taste delicious, princess.” He stands up and pulls you to your feet. Your face blushing a deep red. 

“Thank you, I guess.” You respond pulling your dress up and fixing the bottom part, Sebastian letting out a light chuckle. 

“You sound amazing too.” He picked you up, bridal style, out of the bathroom and dropped you down gently on the neatly made bed. He sat next to you, taking your face in between his hands as he pushed you down on the bed. “You didn’t think we were done, right?”

“No, I’m glad we’re not.” You rolled over to be on top and placed yourself on his lap. “Now, what do we do about these pants.” You begin to pull the belt undone as you see Sebastian give you an incredulous look. 

“Are you taking charge now, princess?” He asked as you pulled the pants off his legs. 

“Yes, and you’re about to have the time of your life.” Once you pulled off your dress, your self-esteem was extremely high and now even more after you just received oral from your sexy co-star. The briefs were off and his manhood sprung out, hitting the bottom area of his stomach. 

You took him in your mouth, lightly coating your tongue with his precum before pushing him in down your throat. He let out the loudest groan as he bucked his hips up. Your hands massaged his balls as your lips slid against the walls of his shaft. 

“Yes, keep doing that.” He begged. “Don’t stop.” You hollowed out your cheeks as you continued working on him. You looked up to find him looking at you. Without breaking eye contact, you bobbed your head up and down his member until he came in your mouth. 

Returning the favor, you continued to draw out his orgasm as he took a handful of the bed sheets in his hands. You pulled off of his mouth with a pop and crawled your way up to the bed where he was. He turned over and placed himself.

“Why didn’t we do this earlier?” He positioned himself at your entrance.”Do you know how hard it was to go to bed at night after spending all day on set with you? I had to touch myself with my eyes closed imagining it was you.” 

You looked into his soft blue eyes and ran your fingers through his hair. “We’re doing this now, isn’t that enough?” You asked. 

“We could’ve done this so many times.” He explained. “We could’ve nailed the sex scene in one shot.” 

“Shh.” You bring your finger to his lips. “Just get inside me.” 

Sebastian nodded as he pushed himself inside you, slowly, inch by inch. You closed your eyes and rolled your head back. Your walls moving to accommodate his member inside of you.

“You’re so tight.” He said.

Propping himself on his forearms, his hips began to pull back a little and then push forward. Your hands found his back as you pushed him closer to you. He lowered himself down onto you as his thrusts became faster.

He took a breast in his hand as he wrapped his lips around your nipple and brought his tongue to it, lightly swirling it around as he squeezed your other breast.

“Seb-, oh-” You gasped as he found your g-spot. His mouth formed a grin as he began to hit it repeatedly. You dug your nails down his back as he pulled you tighter against him. “Faster, please.” 

He did as you asked and you bucked your hips up with every thrust, making every hit feel sweeter than the last. He left tiny bite marks on your breasts before making his way up your chest to your neck. Sucking and kissing every inch of it. 

“Seb, I’m gonna come.” You warned him.

“Yeah me too,” he said. “Come for me, princess.”

When you were close, you brought his lips down to meet yours as you always dreamed of doing during both of your climaxes. You released yourself as he soon spilled himself inside of you. His tongue entering your mouth as he rode out both of your climaxes.

You could feel his heart beating rapidly as his member lightly twitched inside of you. He lay his head on your chest for a brief moment before pulling out and resting beside you.

You were definitely nailing the scene tomorrow.

Part 2

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[killmongerdreams]

Red Wedding

summary: You marry the love of your life. || nsfw || prince!bucky x princess!reader

warnings: smut, angst, loss of virginity, oral sex (f/r), fingering, mentions of blood, character death, language, mention of pregnancy, i think that’s it?????

author’s note: this is my submission for manu’s  (@jurassicbarnes) writing challenge with the prompt: “there’s so much blood.” also: please don’t hate me for this. ~3.4k words of hell, this is terrible i’m sorry

“I understand that this is sudden, Princess.” James is studying your face with a wary expression, lip tucked between his teeth. His hand trembles where it rests atop yours, the crest on his family ring shaking so fast you could barely see it. “We’ve only known each other for a few short months, but –“ he cuts himself off, blush coloring his cheeks as he drops his head, hair dangling in his face to shield his sudden bout of shyness.

It’s endearing, you think, to see the Prince of Iarnă in such a flustered state. He’s usually so calm, so put together. He was the confident one in your relationship, guiding you with a strong hand and unwavering composure. It made you envious sometimes, made you wish to be as strong as James was.

“Tell me.” you encourage quietly. Smiling, you entwine your fingers with his, watching the way it seems to ground him. His trembling gradually stops and he lifts his head, determination glimmering in his steely eyes. This was the man you knew – the one who wasn’t afraid to barrel head on into getting whatever he wanted.

James took a deep breath, voice firm when he said, “I want you to marry me.”

Though you were happy enough to be delirious with it, you couldn’t help but hesitate, stumbling over your words to ask him, “W-why?”

“Because I love you, of course.” The gentle smile on his face falters. “And, you are aware that I must take my father’s place on the throne soon, seeing as his health is quickly deteriorating. I must have a wife – a queen – to be by my side. I want that queen to be you, Y/N.”

“But what does your mother think about this?” you ask. “And my father?”

“I asked him this morning for his blessing, which he happily gave. And my mother is ecstatic about it. She even gifted me with this beauty.” James reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a black velvet box. It’s tiny in his hand yet it seems so daunting knowing what’s inside it. You half-expect him to slide out of his chair onto one knee as he opens it, but he doesn’t, opting to sit as he watches your reaction intently.

It’s a bit antique, but beautiful all the same. The simple silver band is lined with diamonds. It holds a giant amethyst, also lined with diamonds, in the middle. You hold your left hand out, letting him slide the ring onto the proper finger. It’s a perfect fit. You can’t help but smile.

“It was my great-grandmother’s ring.” he explains. “She passed it down to her daughter, who then passed it on to my mother. Since my mother has not any daughters, she bestowed it upon me to give to you.” he strokes over your hand, feeling the ring underneath hid thumb. “I thought it was perfect, because my house is red and yours is blue. Together, we make violet, which is the color of the stone in the middle.”

“Oh, James,” there’s tears pooling at the corners of your eyes as you look at him. He has a hopeful look on his face, eyes alight with joy as he trails his gaze from your hand to your face. “Yes.”

“Yes?” he asks, grinning. “Yes, you’ll marry me?”

“Of course, I will.”

The next month was a whirlwind of preparations. You hardly laid eyes on James in that time, for he was stuck in the middle of fine-tuning details for his coronation while you were thrust into the mass of nerves that was planning a wedding. You realized there were people who could do this for you, take the task off your hands, but you wanted everything to be perfect. For both you and your husband to be.

Husband. The word made you giddy. James was going to be your husband. You were going to be his wife.

“What’s that smile for, my lady?” your seamstress, Carolina, asks. She’s making the last fitting for your dress, the one you’d be wearing in front of your husband in less than twenty-four hours from now. It was made of light blue material, the color of your house, silky and soft to the touch. Lace made up the sleeves and covered the skirt, decorated with silver detailing that gave the dress an elegant but simple flair. You hoped James would like it.

“I’m just so excited.” you sigh dreamily. “I’m going to be marrying the man of my dreams tomorrow.”

She giggles at you, tightening the ties of your corset. “Usually the women that come in here are terrified to get married. I’ve seen nerves eat a girl alive. It’s refreshing to see someone properly excited.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you spin around, laughing loudly as your skirt twirls around your ankles. “I get to marry out of love! I don’t have to be stuck with marrying a man twice my age out of political benefits that my father sought after.”

“There are political benefits to this marriage, Princess.” Carolina reminds you gently. “Iarnă and Soare will be officially allied powers after your union to Prince James – or should I say King James? Since he will be just that mere days after you are married.”

“Damn the alliance, and damn him becoming King! I care nothing about either of those things!” you tell her. “I only care about him and I being together. He could be nothing but a poor servant and I a maid, and I’d still love him with my entire heart.”

Carolina is quiet for a few moments, letting you simmer in your emotions. “What are you most looking forward to? The ceremony or your wedding night?”

At the mention of your wedding night, you grow shy, cheeks pinking as you stare at your reflection. “What?” she asks. “What’s got you all bashful?”

“I…haven’t really thought about my wedding night.” you mutter. “What was it like for you? Did it hurt? I’ve been told it hurts.”

“My husband and I were both virgins, and he’d never seen a woman’s bare legs before let alone made love to one.” Carolina rolled her eyes, nearly fond with the memory. “He didn’t know what he was doing, so yes, it hurt. Very much so. But,” she trailed off teasingly, drawing the word out. “I hear that your James is a very experienced lover.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. You’ve heard the rumors, the stories of James and his former conquests. He’s bedded a few girls, yes, but not as many as people say he has. “I wonder if he’ll be gentle with me.”

“I can assure you, Princess, your husband will treat you like a Queen.”

The wedding and festivities go by in a blur, some of the moments so quick you barely remember them. You remember walking into the Great Hall with your head held high and a stomach full of butterflies, clutching a bouquet of roses with shaking hands. You remember the smile James gave you as you stood before him, holding hands as the both of you cited your vows. You remember the kiss, your first one as husband and wife, so passionate and loving in front of your family and friends. Everything else you couldn’t be bothered to think about.

All that mattered was the fact you were in your husband’s arms, being carried across the threshold of his bedchambers. He’s gazing down at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen, cheeks tinged pink from the wine he had after the ceremony. He kicks the door closed with his foot, setting you down on the floor with gentle, steady hands.

“God, I love you.” James wraps his hands around your waist, tugging your body against his. You’re nervous, hands trembling where they’re laced around his neck. Giving him a timid smile, you rise on your toes to kiss him, but he stops you, eyebrows furrowed. “You’re scared.”

There’s no reason to lie so you nod, pressing your face in his chest to hide your embarrassment. You shouldn’t be scared. He’s your husband – he’s going to take care of you. He’s supposed to. “I’ve heard it hurts.” you whisper quietly. “I don’t want you to hurt me.”

James strokes your back with a strong hand, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I’m going to be gentle, my love.” he promises. “I’m going to make this so good for you.”

“I love you.” you murmur. A boyish grin comes across his face, making his blue eyes crinkle in happiness. He kisses you so suddenly that you’re breathless with it, clutching onto his shoulders to keep you upright. Your knees feel like jelly, wobbly and frail like a newborn doe. The hands at your waist travel to the backs of your thighs, gripping firmly.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

He carries you over to the enormous bed sitting in the middle of the room,  laying you down on top of the blanket. The mattress is so soft that you feel as if you’re floating. With his hips settled comfortably between your thighs, he looms over you, saccharine grin turning sharper, more intent. James kisses you once – twice – lips barely brushing against yours in a teasing haze. You chase his mouth, a needy whimper catching in your throat when he leans out of your reach. “Patience, darling.” he cautions, chuckling. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth when you pout, scraping his teeth gently along either side of it.

The gasp you reward him with makes him laugh, a low, rough sound that twists your stomach into knots. “You’re already squirming and I’ve barely touched you.” James murmurs. Heat stings at your cheeks as you turn your head away, embarrassed. He takes the opportunity to press his lips to your neck, sucking kisses into your skin. His hands stroke at your waist as he explores, sinking his teeth into the space between your neck and shoulder.

You moan, loud and unexpected into the otherwise quiet room. James clutches tighter at your body, the fabric of your dress bunched up in his fists as he tugs sharply.  Before you realize what’s happening, the flimsy thing rips straight up the middle from your hips to your ribs.

Before you can scold him, he’s kissing at the newly exposed skin. “I’ll have you a new one made.” James mutters, nipping at your stomach. “Just so I can just rip it off you again.”

His hands slip underneath you, tugging at the ties of your dress until they loosen. Blue eyes peer down at you, eyebrows raised questioningly. “May I take this off?” he asks. He grabs the torn pieces, ready to put you on display.

Despite the anxiousness eating at your mind, you nod, looking at the ceiling as he gently frees you of your clothing. You’re terrified to look at him. A warm hand cups your cheek and you sigh, timidly letting your gaze fall on the man kneeling between your legs.

James slowly takes in the skin lain before him, expression so awed it’s as if he’s staring at a goddess. A smile crosses his face, soft and warm and so, so adoring it makes you melt. “You are so beautiful.” he whispers, voice hoarse.

Hair tickles your skin as he ducks his head, brushing his mouth against your flesh. He slowly makes his way downward, pausing right below your belly button. “Stop me if you are uncomfortable.” That’s all the warning you get before he’s licking into you, running his tongue through your folds.

Your back arches so hard you’re not sure how it doesn’t break.

James holds your thighs apart as he slowly devours you, gathering the wetness pooling at your little hole. It’s filthy, the air full of slurping noises and heated moans that come from the both of you. Your hands grapple at his hair when he seals his lips around your clit, whining his name as you start to shake. He grunts when you tug, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

Heat twists in your stomach and you whimper. Your hips lift off the bed, trying to squirm away from the onslaught of his mouth. It’s intense, nearly too much. James just presses you harder against the mattress, making you take everything he gives you.

“Come for me, doll.” he rasps. “Let it go.”

A few more passes of his tongue and you’re grinding down onto his face, screaming your pleasure as you come for the first time ever.  James works you through it, slowly easing the pressure as you finally relax into the sheets. He waits until you’re looking down at him to introduce his fingers, pushing one into you with the utmost care. You tense anyways, eyebrows furrowed at the foreign feeling.

“Have to open you up before you can take my cock.” he explains. He thrusts it gently, feeling how tight you were. His lips seize yours in a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, forcing you to relax as he presses in another. His movements are deliberately slow, taking his time to prepare you for what’s to come. By the time he’s worked up to a third, you’re panting, hips gyrating as you soak his hand. He curls his fingers, stroking shallower, a little bit rougher as he presses upwards. The feeling that washes you is overwhelming and you reach down to grab his wrist, shaking your head.

“Too much?” he asks quietly. You hesitate a few seconds before nodding, flushing in mortification. “Hey, it’s okay. This is all about what you want.” He gives you a reassuring kiss and returns to stroking deeper. It’s not long before your stomach is in knots again, body shaking as you soak his hand.

In your orgasmic haze, you watch as he pulls away, stripping out of his clothes as quickly as possible. When his cock springs free, you gulp nervously. Apparently the rumors were true. He’s thick, long enough that you were wondering how he was going to fit it into you. His fingers felt like they were filling you to the brink; lord knows how far he was going to stretch you with his dick.

James nestles between your thighs once more, grabbing a stray pillow to fold it underneath your hips. “Do you not want me to do something for you?” you question. The head of it brushes against your cunt, making the both of you shiver. He smiles down at you, pecking your nose.

“Don’t worry about me, love.” his face grows serious as you wrap your legs around him. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

You choke back a cry when he starts to urge his hips forward. It stings, and you can’t help the tears that well up in your eyes. James freezes immediately, brushing them away with his thumbs. “I’m sorry.” he bites down on his bottom lip, stricken. “We can stop.”

You shake your head, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. He comes easily, nuzzling his nose against yours in an eskimo kiss. “Go slow.” you plead. “Please.”

James nods, eager to appease you in any way he could. Kissing you, he presses as slowly as he can, limbs shaking. You know it’s killing him to be this gentle with you. He bottoms out after what feels like forever, sweat sticking to his body as he pants against your lips. “You feel fucking amazing.” his voice is nothing less than a whine, and you can’t help but feel a little proud, congratulating yourself on getting him this worked up.

“Can I move, beautiful? Please, let me move.” he begs after a moment. He sighs in relief when you say yes, rolling his hips at a steady, languid place. His face is buried in your neck, busying himself with marking your skin to stifle his moans. God, he sounds like heaven, keening and groaning lowly in your ear.

The mild discomfort takes the back burner as you bask in the feeling of him looming over you, chasing after his orgasm. It doesn’t take but a handful of minutes before he stiffens, mouth hanging open as he comes. He slumps against you as you run your fingers through his hair and down his back. It silent for a few moments before he lifts his head, pouting. “You didn’t come again.”

“It’s okay.” you giggle, kissing his forehead. “It was still perfect.”

“You’re perfect.” his arms wrap around your waist. “You’re going to be my Queen.”

“And you’re going to be my king.”

Two days later, you find yourself back in the Great Hall, watching as James kneels in front of the altar before his ailing father, ready to be passed on the crown. King George holds a crown in one hand and a cane in the other, smiling down at his only son.

“All of Iarnă have been looking forward to this day for a long time, my son.” George tells him. “You are a wonderful man, loved and respected by every single person living in the country.”

A blush stains your husband’s cheeks. The crowd grins at his bashfulness.

“While parting with the crown is a bittersweet moment for me,” George continues, “I cannot be more proud than I am now. It brings me great joy to present to you this crown.”

George sets the crown atop his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. “My dearest son, James Buchanan, I now hereby declare you the official King of –“

The sentence gets drowned out by a defeaning scream. James goes down, slumping over the steps of the altar, an arrow lodged into his back.

No.

You stand, fully intending to rush to your husband’s side before someone tackles you to the ground. Metal armor digs into your back as you thrash, crying and wailing as you see red trickle down to the floor.

There’s so much blood. It pools around his body.

“Stay down!” your captor hisses. It takes you a moment to realize that it’s Steve, James’s first in command and life-long best friend, shielding you from harm with his own life. If you weren’t too focused on James, you would’ve noticed the second arrow embedded in the floor a few feet from your own head.

If you weren’t too focused on the love of your life bleeding out before you, you would’ve noticed the flash of red hair disappearing out of the balcony window.

Here lies James Barnes. Loving husband and son. Iarnă’s favorite Prince.

You kneel against the ground next to the grave, tears covering your face. “Hi, my Prince. It’s been a month since I’ve came to see you last. I’m sorry.” you whisper, voice shaking. You run your fingers over the granite, kissing the stone right over his name. “I love you.”

The tears stream harder. “I can’t believe you’re gone.” you whisper. “My love, the light of my life, you’re gone. We were so happy. You were so happy. Everything was perfect, and then someone had to take you away.”

Rain starts to trickle down but you don’t care, wrapping your arms around his headstone. “Everyone misses you terribly.” The water soaks your dress. If you weren’t already numb, you would’ve felt it chilling you to the bone. “The entire country still mourns.”

“A piece of my heart is gone, stuck in the ground with you.” your lip wobbles. “You were the love of my life James Buchanan Barnes, and I’ll never be the same without you. You made me complete, made me feel like I could do anything.”

Thunder looms in the distance. “You were the bravest man that I knew, and the most honorable. You inspired everyone that you stumbled across, made them believe they could do anything.”

A shadow casts over you. You look up, finding Steve standing there, sadness gleaming in his eyes. He’d been your protector since James’s death, trying his hardest to bring you happiness once again. “Give me a moment, please.” he turns, walking away to let you have privacy. “James, I can only hope that your child will grow up to be just as amazing as you are.”

You caress your swollen belly with a bitter smile, standing on wobbly knees. “Until next time, my love. I can’t wait for you to meet our little angel.”

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[hellomissmabel]

The Red Queen (1/3)

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Pairing: Nat x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Car crash. Someone being called a bitch.

Word count: 1.754

Summary: A small yet skilled art thief is drawn to the French Riviera to settle a score, only to be met with the surprise of a lifetime.

The prompt: The reader can erase memories, or so she thinks. In reality, she merely misplaces them. But those misplaced memories have to go somewhere, the only question is, where?

A/N: This is a mini series I’ve written while on the road. It’s not an AU (surprise surprise!) and I feel like I’m a bit rusty writing something else. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it @jurassicbarnes <3

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go down. It was supposed to be quick, an easy in and out. These past five weeks, you had meticulously studied the entire estate, including the stables, mansion and its occupants. You didn’t leave any room for mistakes or miscalculations, simply because you didn’t make any. Something else must’ve triggered the alarm, or rather, someone else.

“I am unarmed,” you state plainly, carefully turning towards to the three guards now in front of you. They are all carrying a handgun, two other knives stashed away in their monochrome uniform. Number one is already distracted, speaking into his walkie-talkie, muttering something about a young woman getting caught in the drawing room. The second guard has his eyes all set on you. He is a little overweight and therefore makes an easier target, unlike the third man who appears to be as agile as a figure skater and as strong as a body builder.

All in all, you have a 50% chance this goes sideways.

“Don’t move!,” the sturdy guard shouts, his finger ready to pull the trigger.

“It’s alright, Fred.” The third guard eyes you, his hand on the other man’s gun as he lowers it very slowly, still untrusting towards you. “Craig,” he says to the man on the walkie-talkie, “Tell Jean it’s nothing. She’s a guest, I checked her invitation upon arrival. She just got lost on her way to the bathroom, right?”

He winks shortly when his gaze lands on you again. You quickly nod, swallowing away the lump in your throat. You know for a fact he’s lying. He didn’t see you come in and he didn’t check your invitation, even though you did take the main entrance and you did have a skilfully forged invitation. But in the current situation, you don’t have the luxury to call his bluff. So you just go with it, trying not to blow your cover.

With a fake accent, you explain in perfect French that you asked one of the waitresses for directions but that you must’ve taken a wrong turn. “I simply wanted to reapply my lipstick.” You point towards your lips, painted in a deep red. “My husband... He’ll be worried, wondering why it’s taking me this long.”

You can see the shoulders of the first guard relax but the second man, Fred, still remains a stiff posture. In an attempt to make yourself sound more genuine, you add a touch of hysteria to your already high-pitched tone, nervously fidgeting with your Balenciaga.

“I didn’t know this room was under surveillance,” you say in broken English, laced with a thick, fake French accent. “Please,” you continue to plead, “I did nothing wrong.”

Fred and Craig both exchange looks with the third man who never, not even once, averted his eyes. You catch a glimpse of a smirk when he waves the men away, stating he will escort you back to the festivities. “I’m sorry for all the trouble, madame. But surely you must understand that with such an extensive art collection, the host, mister Valois, doesn’t want to take any risks.”

By now you’re sure you’re dealing with another thief, one that has wormed his way into the family’s security personnel and undoubtedly has his eye on the entire collection. Nobody goes to such great lengths for a small score. It must’ve cost him a great deal of money to get his identity together and a great deal of effort to gain the family’s trust.

He’s a professional, but so are you. “Yes,” you exhale in a long breath, still true to your act as the upset French wife. “Yes, I completely understand, monsieur.”

As he is walking you back to the garden where the party is taking place, one hand on your lower back and the other by his side, he eventually confirms your suspicions. “What piece of the collection are you after, hm?,” he hums under his breath.

When you have made sure no-one is eavesdropping on the conversation, you answer honestly. “The Monet. You?”

“My men are outside waiting for my signal. At midnight, there will be a diversion,” he nods in the direction of the ice sculpture. Behind it, people have gathered in anticipation of the fireworks. “Make sure you’re gone by then.”

“No problem. Still have enough time to secure my pay check and steal that Monet.”

He chuckles darkly, his hand on the small of your back curling around your waist in a vice-like grip. “You can forget about that, missy. The Monet belongs to my employer. And thanks to your little stunt back there, nobody will suspect me now.”

“Let go of me,” you hiss through clenched teeth. “You triggered the alarm on purpose!”

You’ve immersed the heart of the festivities and he finally lets go of you. “I’m the puppeteer,” he grins as he takes a bow. “And I believe my reputation proceeds me.”

“The puppeteer,” you mull the name around in your mouth like a bad taste.

He is one of the most wanted thieves in the art business, a well-known name on the black market. He can get you anything, from a long-lost Picasso to a highly desired Ensor from a private collection. But this kind of service also comes at a price, one only a very select clientele can afford to pay. He also likes to take his time, creating elaborate alibies as well as eliminating any competition.

He’s seen your face, so you’re as good as dead. But you’ve got a couple tricks up your sleeve, too.

Inching close enough, your lips hovering over his in a small smile, you cup his face and look into his eyes. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I believe my name must ring a bell.”

For a moment, disbelief is written all over his face. But as soon as you’ve uttered those words, they have been erased from his mind. His eyes are locked with yours as you search his mind for any traces of your encounter now and earlier.

He blinks a few times and you release him, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “This is for Monaco,” you whisper into his ear as you repeat the gesture, cradling his face in your hands and keeping his eyes on you until they turn expressionless, all memories wiped away. You’ve made him a blank slate.

“This is for ruining my life,” you tell him as you take a step back, “It was me you ran off the road while you were being chased by the police for stealing that Van Gogh. This is your judgement day.”

Taking out your cell phone from your clutch, you dial the number of the French police. Again in impeccable French, you tell them you’ve seen masked men enter the premises, followed by a description of the security guard that let them in. Immediately hanging up afterwards, you toss the phone in a nearby fountain, certain they will never trace it back to you.

At the makeshift car park, your eyes scan for an easily accessible car. Your heels click against the concrete floor as you find yourself an easily accessible car that will blend in nicely. It’s sleek and black and unlocked, one of the biggest mistakes made my rich people who think that the valet will take it all off their hands. Unfortunately for them, this valet didn’t even bother pressing that one little button. Luckily for you, you’ve got yourself a getaway car now.

Opening the door to the driver’s side, you slide into the seat and attempt to start up the ignition. Once the right wires have been crossed, the engine roars under your awakening touch, purring like a cat being caressed once your rest your hand on the steering wheel.

“Let’s see what this baby can do,” you smirk to yourself, pulling away and pushing the engine to a greater and greater speed until the houses and the city flashes by in an imperceptible way. Everything has become a blur and so has your life’s purpose. Dissolved. Erased.

Turning the radio up, another pop song blasting through the speakers, you block out the oblivion tingling your mind. But not long after you’ve put the party behind you, a charcoal grey motorcycle turns up on your left side, approaching fast. It’s impossible to discern whether the driver is male or female, the leather blending seamlessly with the darkness of night. This sets off an alarm bell, but it’s nothing you can’t handle.

You decide to take an unexpected turn, spiralling down more narrow streets where the car poses a tight fit. It’s a silent drive down an unfamiliar track, with no GPS signal to guide you to the other end. But you know the French Riviera like the back of your hand and all roads eventually wind up together. You’ll find your way back in the nick of time. At least you’ve lost that fishy motorcycle.

A loud thud forebodes the screeching tyres that follow as your hands claw at the steering wheel. The motorcycle has returned and has now proceeded to push you off the road. If this were your own car, you’d always keep a gun at your disposal. But now you’re left completely defenceless, your only option the safety of this car. Nevertheless, the person on the motorcycle is already one step ahead of you, pulling out their own gun and shooting at your tyres. The car spins out of control and if not for your seatbelt, you would’ve flown out of the vehicle within seconds before the crash.

Your head feels like it’s no longer attached to your neck and your eyes are falling shut under the impact of the collision. The lead taste of blood fills your mouth as a dark figure shows up in the corner of my eye, the motorcycle parked not far away from the crash site. You’re about to pass out when the car door, already unhinged by the accident, is ripped from the vehicle by a strong and swift hand. The person controlling the motorcycle is not a man, but a woman. A woman with red hair and sharp eyes like the daggers attached to her thighs.

“Who the fuck are you?,” you whisper with the last of your strength.

She smirks and grips your hair in a fist, pulling your head back so I’m forced to look at her. “I’m Black Widow, bitch,” she snarls before slamming your face into the steering wheel, knocking you out instantly.

Part 2

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[abovethesmokestacks]

Treasured Moments (1/5)

Title: Treasured Moments

Pairing: Dayton White x reader

Word count: 865

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

This was written for @jurassicbarnes writing challenge. I picked prompt #31, “I was scared and I ran“. Part of the story was inspired by this ask I sent to @bucky-plums-barnes for her Fluffy Friday (and I really need to stop sending on anon and own up to my imagines…). Infinite thank you to @brookebarnes for throwing inspiration at me, providing lines and allowing me to scream about this. Chapters will be posted Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at 11 pm EEST, and as such, this fic will have no tag list.

Treasured Moments masterlist

prologue + part i

It starts… Well, it starts long before it really starts. It starts as a game, a shiny little replica that he gets to play with if he’s been on good behaviour, his father plucking it down off the shelf and handing it over in what Dayton remembers as a bigger ceremony than it ever really was. It’s a classic model, the details astonishing, right down to the minuscule stitching on the plastic seats and the shiny faux chrome details. It starts before it starts. It kicks off his love of cars, and although his interest slowly shifts to going fast and finishing first, he keeps the dream of leather seats, an open top and the wind in his hair.

It lays the foundation for the rest of his life, and at 7 years old, he can’t even imagine the impact his dad’s little collection will have on him.

i.

He’s young and cocksure, fresh off his first win, the check handed to him making him drunk with the possibilities. It’s by no means been a rough life for him, truthfully, it’s been pretty cosy, but the numbers on that check still manage to baffle him for all of five seconds before his heart decides. He’s gonna buy a car.

Not just any car. The Car.

Dayton scours the papers, goes to a number of reputable salesmen, and none of them seem to be able to find the right make, the right model. He’s all but given up when he finds an ad on fucking Craigslist of all places, and he does a double take. Someone’s got a yard full of old cars, and among the ones listed… is his Car. Heart beating fast, he calls, arranges to come look at it, rearranges his schedule so he can drive out the next day and then prays the car is not more rust than vehicle.

It’s… not that bad. Honestly. People assume Dayton just drives, that he has a crew for a reason, but he’s spent years under the hood of various cars, from the first one he got at 16, to friends’s cars, to his dad’s car when the old man got too old to do maintenance. The car in front of him is a little beat up, it’s clearly seen a lot, had a nice life already. There’s rust, but nothing he can’t fix up, although he’ll need to call Tony about that dent in the back.

“You know, I never thought anyone would be interested in that one.”

It starts, and it’s more sudden than any race he’s ever been in. You’re breathtaking, standing among the junkyard cars in a pretty blue dress with workboots on your feet and a hand on your hip.

“Why?” he challenges, running his fingers over the scraped-up hood. “Because it’s junk?”

You scoff. “It’s not junk. And judging by the fact that Dad said you wanna buy it, you know it, too. It just looks like junk. People want shiny new toys, not… “ You walk up next to him, dragging a finger along the faded chrome of the wing mirror.

“Not a project.”

“Not a treasure,” you correct him with a small smile.

Dayton’s sold already. Sold on the car, sold on you, and he spends the precious minutes that it takes your father to return with the paperwork flirting, coaxing smile after smile from you. You hang back, let him sign everything that needs signing, circles the perimeter when car is carefully towed out of the yard and onto the road. It’s not in any condition to be driven, the motor will need an overhaul, and one tire is blown out, but Dayton still jumps into it, waiting for the tow that will take it to Tony’s garage. The seats kick up dust, but he feels like a million bucks, peering at you over the rim of his sunglasses with a wide, charming smile.

“How about I take you out when I got this baby back in pristine condition?“

It pulls another pealing laugh from you. “Sure, if you want me to wait until I’m 50!”

“Aw, come on!”

“Fine, 45.”

“Wow, you look young for your age, miss,” he shoots back, only to smack himself internally because his mother would surely do it if she’d heard it.

You poke your tongue out at him just as your father returns and Dayton can’t do anything in return. Hands are shaken, well-wishes are exchanged, the tow shows up and Dayton has to climb out and return to his other car. It’s not a car built for the purpose of speed, but he nevertheless enjoys revving the engine just a little. Again you linger, waiting, observing and the second your father turns the corner, you shoot across the street, leaning in close.

“Give me your phone.”

He’s too surprised to do anything but oblige, unlocking the phone for you. Deftly, your fingers swipe and tap against the screen.

“On the off-chance you’ll get this car done before I hit my midlife-crisis… Give me a call.”

Dayton picks you up for your first date three months later, engine purring and the shine of the chrome competing with his bright smile.

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[babyjamiebarnes]

Slow Hands

Rating: PG-13, borderline mature

Warnings: mild choking, mention of light s&m, Bucky uses "doll" an annoying amount of times (sorry), mention of sex, borderline smut

Featuring: Bucky x reader

A/N: I decided to give writing Marvel a shot after spending, like, four years writing for 5SOS so I joined @jurassicbarnes ' writing challenge as a way to start. Let me know if it's any good (or if I should just stick to 5SOS forever) and feel free to send in any prompts 🤙🏻 (I don't know why I wrote this thing in past tense. I prefer present tense)

“You need to calm down,” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“I can't, Bucky,” you said quickly, running around the kitchen and grabbing whatever ingredients you'd need. “Tony's party is tomorrow and I told him I'd have six dozen cupcakes ready by then. Do you know how many I have right now?”

Bucky shook his head.

“None. Tony and Pepper wanted my family recipe for the engagement announcement tomorrow and I'm just going to let them down.”

You hung your head with a huff. After a stressful mission gone nearly awry and all the members in the tower asking you for help with various different things, you knew you were starting to spread yourself thin. You hadn't given Bucky the time of day in nearly two weeks and god, you felt like shit for it. But you promised Tony.

“Doll, the cupcakes can wait until tomorrow morning,” Bucky insisted. “That way they'll be fresh, right?”

His puppy dog eyes always hit you right in the soul and you knew whatever he was going to say next, you'd be putty in his hands.

“Come here.”

He simply grabbed your hand and led you down the hall to his room. It was more secluded than the rest of the bedrooms. He insisted on being further from the team so he wouldn't bother anyone. Even though everyone assured him he wouldn't be s problem, the seclusion came in handy when you two found some time to yourselves.

“Bucky,” you grumbled, “I'm not going to postpone the cupcakes for sex.”

“I never said anything about sex,” he laughed. “Just lie down on the bed, take your shirt off, and let me do the rest.”

You narrowed your eyes at him but listened as he opened the door to his room. You settled onto the bed while Bucky rummaged through his closet. Even though he made a good point about just baking in the morning, you found yourself shaking your foot in anticipation.

“Doll, for the love of god,” Bucky said once he turned back to you, “calm down. You've been stretching yourself thin for weeks. Stop.”

His voice was stern but you knew he just wanted you to make time for yourself.

“I'm sorry, Buck,” you started. He quickly cut you off.

“No. None of that either. Don't apologize.”

Without another word, he leaned over you and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You rested your hands on either side of his neck, letting yourself melt into his embrace — until you felt something cover your eyes.

“Shh, it's okay, doll.” Bucky’s soft voice eased your nerves at being blindfolded. Sure, you'd used different things in the bedroom, but you told him sex was off the table tonight. What did he have planned?

Before you could start overthinking — again — he grabbed your wrists and tied them to the bed frame.

“Bucky,” you said with a warning tone.

“It's not sex, I promise,” he chuckled. “It's close, though.”

You grumbled. Of course he would find a way to go against you without going against your exact words. The soft, feather touches of his lips on your skin overwhelmed your senses, snapping you out of overthinking once again. First you felt his lips on your wrists, popping from one side to the other, barely light enough to notice at all. Then he slowly made his way down, adding more pressure until he reached your shoulder. The soft bite he left on your collarbone made you gasp quietly, bringing a satisfied smile to Bucky's lips. You couldn't see, of course, but you could feel it when he nipped at your neck.

You let out something between a sigh and a whimper as his lips attach to your neck and his hands start to follow the same path. Starting at your wrists and trailing down your arms, his fingertips leave behind a trail of goosebumps until he reaches your neck. His mouth pulls away to meet your own, his metal hand wrapping around your neck with light pressure while the other continues exploring the familiar contours of your body.

“Are you relaxed yet, doll?” Bucky murmured against your lips.

You nodded with a mumbled “Mmhmm” as Bucky’s skin meets your chest.

“Good,” he said quietly. His vibranium hand leaves your neck to travel down your body, brushing the curves of your stomach while he leaves open-mouth kisses between your breasts.

Before he reached the waistband of your jeans, he pulls away from you completely. With the blindfold still on, you can't tell where in the room he went but the warmth of his body is no longer over you.

“Bucky?”

He released your wrists from the bed frame, giving you the opportunity to pull the blindfold off and look for him. When you see him standing beside the bed — shirtless — holding the flogger you had once begged him to use, your eyes grow wide as you smirk up at him.

“Oh no,” he said, gently pushing you until your back hits the mattress again. “I'm not done with you just yet.”

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[mymarvelobsessions]

Now or Never

Now or Never

masterlist

word count: 2.5k+

summary: Bucky x reader College AU. You and Bucky have been dating for a while, but things aren’t going so great. You love Bucky and want to make the relationship work, but does he?

warnings: light angst, fluff

a/n: This is my entry for @jurassicbarnes writing challenge! Happy Blog-Birthday💕 Based on the song Now or Never by Halsey. Btw this is my first fic ever! Also english isn’t my mother tongue, sorry for (m)any typos! Also, why am I doing this to myself? ~ “I love you.”, you say, exhaling softly and closing your eyes. You wait to hear if he says it back. He doesn’t.

Long after you have fallen asleep Bucky wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close. “I love you, too.”, he whispers. But you can’t hear him.

Two days later:

You’re in your apartment, which you share with your best friend Natasha, working on your assignment. Or that’s what you should be doing. But really you are just waiting for Bucky to call you back. Which he hasn’t so far. You are used to it though. An hour truly isn’t much. For his standards that is.

It’s been two days since you have last seen Bucky and you made plans two have dinner tonight.

After another hour it happens. Your phone finally rings. As you hear the beginning tunes of ‘Viva la Vida’ your head immediatly perks up and a smile makes it’s way onto your lips. Nat sighs and shoots you a pityful glance.

But when you look down at your cell, it’s not Bucky calling. It’s Steve, his best friend.

You already know what is coming. Bucky has done this a thousand times, using Steve to cancel his plans with you. You really don’t know why Steve still puts up with this. But then  again, so do you.

“Heey Steve.” You pick up the phone, your mood audible in your voice. On the other end you hear Steve sigh.

“I am sorry, Y/N. I really am.”, he says.

“You don’t need to be.” You swallow hard. You meant it. It’s not Steve’s fault.

“It’s just-”, Steve starts to explain, but you cut him off. “No need to make up excuses. I get it.”

“I don’t think you do.” You laugh. Now it is your fault, or what?

“Look, today is not a good day for Bucky.”

“And he can’t tell me that himself?”, you snap.

“Like I said, not a good day.”, Steve explains.   “I GET IT.”, you yell. You immediatly feel sorry for screaming at Steve like that. He definitely did not deserve it.

“Sorry.” You take a deep breath. “Just…, tell Bucky…” You swallow. “Tell him it’s fine. And-” Hesitantly you finish. “Tell him I am here if he needs me.”

“I will.”  ~ “Bucky, you need to stop avoiding Y/N. She doesn’t deserve it.”, Steve says, his eyes piercing through Bucky.

“I am not avoiding her.”, Bucky growels, his stare just as intense as Steve’s.

Steve snorts. “You’re not? Then why did I just call your girlfriend to tell her that you don’t have time for her?”

Sighing Bucky breaks his stare. “You know it’s not like that.”

Steve gets up from to couch to grab another beer from the fridge. “I know that, but does she?” He opens the fridge door, to realize that there is no beer left. Using slightly too much force he shuts the door and turns around to face Bucky again, leaning against the fridge. “You cannot keep pulling shit like this and expect her to stay.”

Bucky inhales deeply. “I am not sure I want her to stay.” ~ “You should break up with him.”, Nat says, as soon as you end the call.

“What?!” You just stare at her. She can’t honestly mean that. She knows how you feel about Bucky and how much he means to you.

“I know you love him, but you need to brace yourself for the possibility that he doesn’t feel the same way about you anymore.” She carefully meets your gaze.

But you are not ready for this. So you go back to working on your assignment that you couldn’t care about less. ~ What Natasha said doesn’t leave your thoughts the rest of the day. Even now, lying in your bed that’s awfully empty without Bucky there.

For a while you just stare at the white ceiling.

Maybe he doesn’t feel the same way about you anymore. You close your eyes, but you can’t stop the tears from falling. A sob escapes from your lips. You quickly cover your mouth with one hand, not wanting Nat to hear you cry.

You really don’t want her to be right, but can’t stop yourself from think ‘what if she is?’. Were two years all you would get with Bucky? There was a time where you actually thought he was the one. And you still do.

But being with someone does not fully commit to you, hell, who does not even make time to see you, is not the way to live.

How foolish of you to think that you could have it all. An apartment close to your dream college with your best friend, the perfect guy and a great relationship with him.

And Bucky was the perfect guy. Handsome with gorgeos blue eyes that you could stare at for hours, if he would actually spend time with you. The right amount smart and funny, you could joke with him just as well as you could have a serious conversation. If he would actually talk to you. He was just… a little damaged. Which was probably why he was ignoring you right now.

It wouldn’t be fair for you to leave him now, just because he was going through a hard time. After all he had been there for you. And that’s what you want. You want to be there for him. But he doesn’t let you. ~ All of a sudden you are pulled out of sleep, your face and pillow drenched in water.

Confused you look around for the reason you awoke and find Nat standing next to your bed with an empty glass in her hand. She freaking poured cold water on you.

Nat smiles apologetically and shrugs. “Get your ass out of bed. Now. We’re late.” And with that she leaves.

Groaning you hoist yourself out of bed. You roll your head to stretch your neck and lightly massage your shoulders.

You hadn’t slept well and now your whole body ached. ‘Good.’, you think. At least now your body matches your soul.

You don’t want to go to class today. You don’t feel well. ‘Not a good day.’, you think and laugh at yourself. But opposed to Bucky you really want to talk to him or just be close to him. A light sob comes out. You take a deep breath. No time to cry. ~ After a quick shower and a cup of coffee you already feel a little better. Well enough to tackle a day of college.

You still needed to speak to Professor Coulson about that assignment. Since you hadn’t gotten anything done yesterday, you doubt it would be finished by tomorrow. But maybe you could convince him to give you more time.

When you arrive you and Nat part ways and head to your lectures. You round the corner and find yourself face to face with non other than Bucky Barnes.

Though you had been wanting to see him for the past few days, now that you are standing in front of him you don’t know what to say.

You immediatly start to blush and turn around. You shouldn’t be embarassed. But you are. So you start walking back only to realize that you are late and you have to get to class. Even if that means having to face Bucky.

Apruptly you halt your steps. Inhaling deeply you gather the courage to turn around.

He is still there. Just standing there, staring at you. Why doesn’t he say something. He just looks at you with those blue eyes, the pain and sorrow visible in his gaze.

He does not look well.  His skin pale as ever, dark blue bags under his truly beautiful eyes. Neither one of you moves. You want to. You want to run away. Turn around and never look back. You want to run into his arms. Wrap your arms around him and never let go.

“Aghm.” A cough pulls you out of your mind.

You both break your stare to find Steve, who just emmerged from the men’s bathroom, leaning awkwardly against the door, looking like wants to be anywhere but here.

“Sorry to interrupt your staring contest, but we are all late to Professor Coulson’s class.” ~ The short walk to the lecture hall was… uncomfortable, to say the least. Neither of you says a word. You wouldn’t know what to say or talk about anyway.

Now you are sitting in the second row, gaze fixed on Bucky’s brown hair in front of you.  You can’t help but wonder if it is still as soft as always. You find yourself reaching out to touch it and quickly pull back your hand.

First you are late and now you cannot concentrate on what the Professor is saying. Great way to show Coulson you deserve more time.

“Now remember that essay we talked about is due ‘til tomorrow.” With that Professor Coulson dismisses the class.

You throw your notebook and pen into your bag, straighten out your skirt and make your way to the front.

“Y/N.” You hadn’t heard his voice in too long.

But you continue walking until you reach Professor Coulson’s desk.

“I wanted to- ahm- ask if- ahm- it would be possible to… maybe possibly hand in the essay the day after tomorrow?”, you stuttered, hands sweaty. Great, you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

“Are alright, Y/N?” Brows furrowed your professor watches you intently.

“It’s fine.” You brush a stray hair strand out of your face, twirling it as you do so. “I mean I am fine.” You swallow, masking up a smile that is so obviously fake you don’t even know why you tried. Dropping the smile, you knead your hands together, slightly cracking your knuckles.

“You have until Wednesday.”, Professor Coulon says, a small smile on his lips. “I hope you get better.” Leaning forward slightly he whispers: “I think James is waiting for you.”

You look over your shoulder and see Bucky, James,  leaning casually against the front row table, hands in the pockets of his jeans, gaze focused on the floor as if he was looking for for something. Right in that moment he looks up and his gaze meets yours. His lips curve up just the tiniest bit.

“Thank you, Professor.”, you say, before turning fully.

You start to walk towards Bucky, aware of every single stept you make. It feels like you have forgotten how to walk properly.

Bucky’s gaze never leaves you and that is part of the problem. The 5m from Coulson’s desk to the front row feel like 5km.

Too soon you reach Bucky and look up at him, now standing in his full height, hands leaving his pockets to hang awkwardly at his side.

His right hand slowly begins to lift and you lift yours to meet his in a very odd handshake.

“I was going for a hug, but I guess this is fine as well.”, he mumbles, gaze dropping to the floor again.

A nervous giggle escapes your lips. You let go of his hand, which you hadn’t noticed you were still holding, and wrap your arms around his waist, before you can think twice about it.

It feels so familiar. And good. It feels so good.

You rest your head on Bucky’s chest. You can hear his heart beating. Fast and hard.

He puts one hand on the back of your head, the other on the small of your back and pulls you impossibly closer.

“I missed you.”, he whispers, mouth grazing your ear.

Don’t you dare say something. Don’t you dare ruin this moment. But then you have never been the type to keep your mouth shut.

“You don’t have to.” You say quietly, head still pressed against his chest. “I am here. And will always be.”

Carefully you look up at his face, not sure if you whether you want to see his reaction.

His teeth are clenched together, lips pressed into a fine line, jawline more visible than usual.

When he sees that you are looking at him, his lips form into a tight lipped smile. “I know baby, I know.” He presses his lips to your forehead in a soft kiss.

You move your hands from his waist to the sides of his face and raise to the tips of your toes to place a kiss on Bucky’s lips.

All of a sudden you hear the door shut. “Oh, you are still here.”, Coulson says, scratching his head. “Sorry to interrupt, but the next class starts in 5 minutes.” He walks over to his desk and sets his bag and a fresh, still steaming cup of coffee on it. “You might want to go somewhere… more private.”

Startled the two of you break apart. Keeping your head down you rush out of the room, mumbling “Sorry.” as you do. Bucky is right behind you, following your every step. ~ “Soo…” You come to a stop in front of a bank on campus. You sit down and pat the spot next to you, motioning Bucky to sit down, too. “Are we gonna talk about what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

You laugh. “Oh come on!” You stare at him, probably not looking as scary or threatening as you think.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t been avoiding me for the past two days!” Your voice comes out louder than intended. You cover your face with your hands, elbows resting on your knees. “I know you are going through a hard time, but… you could have at least texted.” The last part sounds more like a sob than anything else. At this point you are trying very hard to hold back the tears.

Bucky tears your hands away from your face. He grips your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “I- I shouldn’t have done that.” He lets go of your face and looks down at his shoes.

Not being able to stop yourself, you brush his hair away from his face and behind his ear.

“It’s fine.” You try to reassure him. And maybe yourself. “Really, it’s fine. I am used to it.” At that you just have to laugh. You are actually used to your boyfriend ignoring you.

Said boyfriend’s head snaps in your direction. Wiggling closer, he puts his hand your thigh.

“You shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t-” He looks down at his hand that’s now drawing small circles. “I shouldn’t treat you like this.” His gaze wanders before settling down on yours.

“I am finally in my right mind. I love you, Y/N, and I need you. I have to stop pushing you away.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I was just so afraid. Still kinda am. It’s been so long since I- since I felt this way for someone.” He smiles. Not a small or tight lipped smile, but a genuine one.

A tear falls from your left eye. And that’s enough to break the damm. All the tears you had been holding back stream down your face and soon you’re leaning against Bucky’s shoulder, sobbing uncontrolably.

“Why are you crying?”, he asks, rubbing your shoulder soothingly. “I just told you I love you.” You can basically hear the giant smile on his face.

“Exactly!” ~ As Steve opens the front door to his and Bucky’s apartment he can already hear you giggling. Smiling he steps inside.

You are lying on the couch, head in Bucky’s lap, his hands gently stroking your hair.

“What are you watching?”, Steve asks as he examines the TV.

“Captain America.”, Bucky says, not looking up.

Giggling you point at the TV. “He looks so much like you, Steve!” ~ FIN ❤

a/n: Can u tell I never learned where to put commas. All any of my english teachers ever said was: u don’t have to put as many commas as in German ‘cause there are literally like 10000 comma rules in German. Also I hope someone actually reads this hahaha if you read this pls let me know what you think kay?

#manuswritingchallenge #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader au #marvel au #mcu fic #bucky barnes x you #my writing #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #winter soldier

[kjs-s]

The bet

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky loses a bet and had to accompany you to your sister’s birthday party

Prompt:  “I’m only letting your little sibling put this god awful makeup on me because if I can impress your whole family then there’s a possibility that I can get in your pants later” 

Word Count: 1304

Warnings: None

A/N This is my entry for @jurassicbarnes‘s writing challenge. It’s a  Roommates AU and there is a Friends reference. Tagging people who will maybe like it @sprinkleofhappinessuniverse  @buckys-fossil  @sgtbxckybxrnes @fuckmewintertucker

You were laying on the couch looking at the movie that was on, without paying attention to it. It was arguably one of the most boring days you had lately. Not knowing how to spend your time you turned your head towards the other couch in the living room and took a look at your roommate Bucky.

You two had been living together for two years after your previous roommate Emily had to leave. She was going to Columbia just like you, but when her father got sick she transferred to the University of Northern California to be closer to him. You immediately put an ad out looking for her replacement. After three weeks of interviews with a variety of people, you chose Bucky since he seemed the most normal and harmless of all the candidates.

‘’Hey Bucky, what are your plans for today?’’ You hoped he had arranged something with his work friends so you could tag along like you sometimes did. All they ever talked about in these outings are data analysis and statistics, however spending time with them beats being alone indoors any day.

‘’Nothing planned for today, sorry (Y/N). Clint’s kids got a stomach virus at school so he will stay with them. Steve and Sam are on a business trip to Baltimore and the girls have a wedding to go to tomorrow. They claimed they must sleep early to look good for the wedding pictures.’’ He shrugged his shoulders.

‘’All of them are going to the same wedding?’’ You asked being suspicious that maybe something else was going on.

‘’Apparently yes. Wanda mentioned the bride being a cousin of Jane that went to college with Pepper. I’m not sure how the others are involved in this mess. Darcy tried to untangle all the connections and that resulted in making me even more confused.’’ He grabbed his squishy stress ball from the table behind him and started playing with it. ‘’Since we are both bored why not play a game of catch? We won’t even have to move, we will just throw the ball at each other from across the living room.’’ He nodded his head urging you to agree with him.

‘’Are you sure? Don’t you remember the episode of Friends you just recently watched? The one that they played the exact same game and it ended up going on for hours?’’ You opened your mouth to speak except Bucky spoke before you.

‘’Don’t worry, it won’t be like that. First of all, we will be doing it for fun; neither of us is as competitive as Monica. And secondly, we will agree beforehand that if we are still at it three hours from now we will stop. Deal?’’

‘’Deal.’’

 Fifty minutes afterward Bucky had an idea. He had lied earlier about not being competitive, and a little addicting to bets, to be honest, so he proposed a bet. He argued that you would keep playing the whole three hours and urged you to make a beat that someone will drop before that.

‘’Isn’t that a stupid bet though? I can just drop the ball to make you lose any time. Why don’t we just bet on how many times we will throw the ball? I say around seven hundred. Or maybe who will drop first, I bet it will be you?’’ You smirked at him.

‘’Ok it’s on about who will lose first, not the counting thing, it will hurt my brain. I bet that you will drop first and lose. And when you lose the bet, then I will take you out for dinner. You always reject me so now you won’t have a choice. Also, you will have the time of your life.’’ He smiled proudly at his ability to charm all his dates.

‘’Fine and when you lose you will accompany me to my sister’s birthday party.’’ You both nodded at each other and tense up focusing on your game or rather competition.

After lazily throwing the stress ball back and forth, you decided to get creative with the way you throw. You tried doing it upside down, imitating throwing arrows and many more ways. The moment the movie, a different one than the one that was on when you started playing, reached an important part, you noticed Bucky losing focus in the game. His lack of concentration in addition to you throwing him a curve ball resulted in the ball hitting him right on the jawline.

‘’Hey, that hurt.’’ He massaged his face gently.

‘’Sorry Bucky. I will go fetch you some ice to put on your pretty face so it won’t be ruined. By the way, you lost so you better look for an outfit for Christy’s birthday party.

 When you arrived at your childhood home, everything looked like a winter wonderland. Your sister was obsessed with Frozen so your parents made it the theme for the party. Everywhere around the place were white and blue balloons, ice creams, snow cones, snow flake cookies, fake snow, marshmallows to build snowmen with, a photo booth with ice princess props and much more.

‘’Remind me something, when I told you about the party, did I mention my sister is six years old?’’ You laughed having known about the theme weeks ago. In the matter of fact, you helped make most of the decorations.

‘’No you did not. But a heads up would be appropriate. Shall we go and greet your parents? They have only met me once and I want to see if they remember me. I guess they do, I’m pretty memorable.’’ He smirked and you rolled your eyes making your way to the kitchen where your mom was making a ton of lollipops.

 After a couple of hours, a professional face painter your dad had hired came over to paint on the kids’ faces. Your sister and cousin decided to help him and put make up on some of the guests to make them become princesses too. Bucky was one of the chosen ones, for your sister had immediately liked him when he saw him before the party. She had spent literally half an hour following him around to get him to try the cookies.

‘’You know, I’m only letting your little sibling put this god awful makeup on me because if I can impress your whole family then there’s a possibility that I can get in your pants later” He nagged you like he would always do when he was flirting with you.

‘’I’m joking (Y/N). About the getting in your pants thing. However, I honestly want to take you out on a date, see if there’s something there. I was completely serious when I said that you will have the time of your life if you agree to have dinner with me in another setting.’’ He looked pleadingly at you

‘’I always turn you down because this is what you do, what we always do. You are being your cocky flirtatious self to every girl who pays you attention. But seeing you like an ice princess and considering what you have been through today I’m willing to accept your offer. I just hope you will swipe me off my feet.’’ You were trying so hard to keep a straight face and not burst into laughter with the sight in front of you.

‘’Thank you (Y/N), you won’t regret it.’’ He gave you a little peck on the cheek so neither of your make up would be smudged. The happiness was evident in his face since he couldn’t stop smiling.

‘’You’re welcome; now let’s go to the bathroom so I can wipe that green eye shadow off of you. I should have warned you about how much Christy loves it, even if it’s not part of the theme. Follow me, your highness.’’

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[sherrybaby14]

The Viking’s Sannr Ast

Description:  Viking AU, Bucky is the king of the Vikings who come to raid your village. (Also, not the TV show Vikings, the historical kind) 

Warnings: THIS IS A NON-CON/RAPE STORY.  Please do not read if this offends you.   Also it’s just smutty smut, smut, smut.

Word: 4,000

Tags: @thecynicalnerd @marauderice @mac5323 @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @negan--is--god @kellyn1604 @i-am-negan-trash @taintedgenre @xbergiex @bellaballanda 

A/N: This is for @jurassicbarnes ‘s writing contest. Happy Anniversary!   My prompt was:  So you’re in love with the same person. Friendships have been built on less common ground.    (I kinda stretched it to make it work with this)

 This is part one of a three-part story.  Part 2 and 3 will be out by Friday.   

 The ringing in your ears was like a gong being struck on repeat.  Your lungs ached as you ran through the village. Smoke blocked your vision of the horizon, but you could see your people running from their homes, their screams drowning out the constant buzz.  You glanced behind and saw the man several meters back. It wasn’t in your imagination. The Viking was chasing you.  

 You darted over another cart as a Viking thrust a sword through Mr. Farmer’s chest.  The man, like so many others, was dead at the hand of the raiders.  A horse was your only option of escape.

 He was closing in on you, you wouldn’t dare look behind, but as you ran your senses heightened.  Right now you wished you spent less time reading and learning proper etiquette and more time studying sword fighting.  The advantage you had was speed, but your quickness was nothing compared to the Viking stamina.  

 Mr. Cradduck’s barn appeared.  It was a bad choice, but your only option.  You ignored the burn in your lungs and sprinted at full speed towards the building.  You had seconds to think, go for a horse or hide.  Realizing the raiders were planning on burning everything to the ground you went for the horses.  

 There was no time for a saddle.  You ran towards a stall and opened the gate.  You jumped up and through your body over the horse, wishing the animal would take off running without waiting for you to sit upright.  You started to swing your leg when hands grabbed your hips, pulling you off the horse.

 A scream came forward as your back was pressed against the Viking’s chest.

 “You’re a bit of a runner huh?”  His mouth was next to your ear.

 Your chest heaved up and down, winded from your excursion, but the man who held you showed no signs of exhaustion as he dragged you out of the horse stall.  

 “Sweet little thing like you ready for a roll in the hay?”  He tossed you on to a bale as if you weighed nothing.  

 There was never any doubt of the man’s intentions and his words caused another bought of terror that fueled your adrenaline.  You ignored the pain in your knees as you scrambled to stand up again. His hand slammed into the small of your back and pushed you down, bending you over the stack of hay.  This time he knelt with you and his hand grabbed at your skirts.

 “NO!” You screamed and tried to stand up again, but the man was strong enough he held you down with a single hand.  

 “Oh come on now Lady.”  He flipped your skirts over your waist. “There’s no need to be like that.  You’re a fine treasure, one that I am more than deserving of.”

 You tried to kick your leg back at him, but it only caused you to part your knees and the Viking made quick work of moving his body between your legs.  He used the hand on your back to hold your skirts up while his other fingers gripped your undergarments and tore them away.

 A half sob half scream filled the barn along with the sound of the garment shredding.  You continued to struggle against his grip, tears stinging your eyes.  His large hand grabbed your ass and you let out a whimper. No person had ever touched you in this way before and you started to realize there was a fate worse than death. His hand vanished and SMACK!  A pain exploded on your ass and you gasped.

 “Sorry love, it was too perfect.”  He rubbed his crotch against your stinging cheek. “I like it a bit rough.”

 This could not be happening.  Your heart broke and you stopped struggling, instead trying to catch your breath since it felt like you were suffocating.  His crotch vanished from your rear and the sound of him fiddling with his pants made you try to stand again.  He increased the pressure on your back and your body didn’t move a centimeter.

 “I would tell you it will be over soon, but it won’t.”  He laughed. “I’m a hard man to please.”

 You screamed as he positioned himself behind you, bracing for him to tear away your womanhood.  A yell that was not your own filled the barn and you looked up to see another Viking flying through the air.  He landed on top of the man behind you, knocking him away.  

 Your skirts fell back down and you took off running.  You didn’t make it far.  The savior jumped off the ground and wrapped his arm around your waist.  

 “Tony what the fuck was that about?”  The Viking who was about to rape you stood.

 “She is mine Steve.” His hand moved from around your waist to the back of your dress.  He gripped the collar and tore the garment.  You brought your hands to your front and pinned the shredded thing to your chest.  

 “Like hell she is!”  The man in front of you stepped forward and grabbed your sleeves, tugging them down. You tried your hardest to keep your hands against your chest, but the man was too strong and pulled your tattered dress away, leaving you naked in front of both men. “I caught her, I get first go. You can have her when I’m done.”

 “I chased this little devil through the whole town.” Tony moved his hands to your wrists and pulled them behind you. “I’m the one who gets her first. YOU can have her when I’M done.”  

 You whimpered at your exposure and crossed your legs, trying to keep some sort of humility with your chest thrust out on display. Though neither man seemed interested in staring at your body at the moment. The raider named Steve reached out and grabbed your shoulder.  He yanked on it, trying to pull you out of Tony’s grasp.  

 “That’s not how it works.” Steve tugged while Tony gripped your wrist. “You know the rules I caught her.  She is mine.”

 “Fuck the rules!” Tony pulled you back and you cried, certain the men were going to rip you in half. “AND FUCK YOU!”

 Steve’s fist came forward and punched Tony right in the jaw.  The action made him fall backwards and let go of you, causing you to trip forwards.  Steve bent down so his shoulder was at your stomach and lifted you into the air.

 “Sorry for the wait.”  Steve smacked your ass again. “Don’t worry Lady. I will be the winner.”

 “AHHH!”  Tony yelled. As you hung upside down over Steve’s back you saw the other Viking charging towards him, fists in the air.

 You pinched your eyes shut and waited for the impact, but Steve tossed you off his shoulder and you hit the ground with a thud.  You opened your eyes and saw the wood panel in front of you move. Steve had tossed you into an empty horse stall.  

 The sounds of the two men beating each other echoed across the barn.  They were more interested in fighting than you at the moment.  This would be the only time for escape.  You grabbed at the handle and pulled.  It was locked of course.  The stall door was about your eye level, you peered over the edge and watched as the two knocked each other around.  

 You turned around and looked for a saddle blanket, or anything to shield your nude form, but the stall was freshly cleaned, except for the bales of hay the stall was empty.  Deciding you would rather run through the town naked than be the prize for the victor you tried to hoist yourself over the door.  It was slightly too high and your first attempt resulted in your arms giving out and slipping down to the floor.  The second time you tried to swing your leg, but again your strength was not enough.  

 This couldn’t be the end. You wouldn’t let it and struggled with a third attempt.  

 “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?” A new voice echoed through the barn.  

 You fell again, this time your efforts resulting in the door shaking. With it quiet enough all three occupants likely noticed.  

 “Steve stole my plunder.” Tony sounded a lot more calm all of a sudden.

 “I caught her.” Steve mimicked Tony’s attitude. “She belongs to me. Tony can have her when I’m finished.”  

 “Must be some lady to have you two fighting for her.” The new voice spoke with a teasing tone.

 It sickened you how they spoke as if you were chattel. You sunk away from the door and brought your knees to your chest, forming a ball.  The fight was not out of you yet.  If you had a chance at defending yourself you needed to conserve the little strength you had left.

 “So you’re in love with the same person. Friendships have been built on less common ground.” The man grew closer to the stall.

 “In love?” Tony sounded disgusted.

 “Friendship?”  Steve equally so.

 “That’s the only reason I can think that the two of you WOULD BE WASTING TIME LIKE THIS.” The new person was angry. “My own men, fucking fight each other over a cheap piece of pussy when there is an entire village to raid.”

 The sound of footsteps filled the barn. You dared to hope that you had been forgotten.

 “Where the hell are you two running off to?” The leader asked. “Let’s take a look at what was so fucking important.”

 The door to the stall started to open.  You hugged your knees tighter to your chest and looked up.  Bright blue eyes stared down at you. The man did not have a helmet and his dark hair almost touched his shoulders.  The armor he wore was covered in blood, likely from your people, but the cloak of fur was clean.  You stopped studying him and your eyes met.  His pupils dilated and his mouth parted.  

 “Leave.” He did not look away from you as he spoke to his men. “Both of you. Now.”

 “Yes my king.” Your assailants spoke in unison as they exited the barn.

 You continued to stare at their King, his face was impossible to read. Of all the things that you thought could have happened when he opened the door having him stand over you in awkward silence was not one of them.  He took off his fur cloak and went down on one knee in the same movement. There was no denying he was attractive for a raider, with charcoal underneath each eye making them an almost supernatural blue.

 The cloak was draped over his arm and you glanced at it, hoping he would offer it to you to cover your body. You tried not to think it, but maybe there was a chance this savage wouldn’t hurt you, that you could walk away from this unharmed.  

 “Sannr Ast.” He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

 You looked back into his eyes as he blinked several times.  You shook your head, having no idea what language he was speaking, and too afraid to speak.    

 “Did they hurt you?” His eyes scanned your body.  

 “Please, let me go.” Tears formed. “I’ll take a horse and won’t tell anyone what happened here.  I will take it to the grave.”

 His brow furrowed and he let out a disapproving grunt.  He reached out and you tried to jerk away, but if you moved too much you would risk showing him your nudity.  His hand was covered with a leather glove. The material was as soft as his touch.  

 “Sannr Ast.”  He pulled his hand away and stood up.  

 “I don’t understand…”  You stopped, that didn’t matter.  “Please, just let me go.”

 He flipped out his cloak onto the bales of hay next to you.  It almost looked like a makeshift bed. Your eyes went to him as he started to pull off his armor.   Your heart raced.  For the second time you had been tricked! This man wasn’t your savior, he was taking the place of your would-be rapists for himself.

 “NO!”  You pushed yourself forward, no longer trying to cover your modesty and ran for the open door of the stall. “HELP!  SOMEONE HELP ME!”

 You didn’t make it out before one of his hands wrapped around your waist and the other covered your mouth.   Your back was pressed against his bare chest and you tried to reach around to scratch him while you continued your muffled screams.  

 “Shhhhh.”  He whispered into your ear.  “Those aren’t the noises you should be making.”

 Your screaming stopped and a sob came out.  He was right.  There wasn’t a single fighter in the village capable of taking on any of the Vikings, let alone their king.  The ones who would have stood a chance were long dead along with almost everyone else who lived here.  Screaming wouldn’t help you at all.  The realization made you stop scratching at him too.  Dread filled you, there was no way out of this.

 “Good.” His hand moved from your mouth.

 He scooped you up in arms as if you weighed nothing.  Instincts made you reach for his neck, but you pulled your hands back at the last second.  His eyes locked with yours.  There was a look on his face unlike one you had ever seen before.   There was desire, devotion, and deviousness in his eyes.  

 “Please don’t do this.”  Your voice shook.  

 “Sannr Ast.” He repeated the phrase. “I won’t hurt you.”

 He set you down gently on top of his cloak.  You put your hands behind you and tried to sit up, but he took a seat next to you and leaned down, crashing his lips against yours.  His kiss was soft and his lips parted, running his tongue across your own.  You started to turn your head when he brought his hand under your chin and kept it in place.

 He moved his body with light pressure until you were flat on your back again, his tongue probing at your mouth, begging you to let it dance along yours. He laid down next to you on his side, his body propped up on his arm that held your chin.  His leg curled over and rested on top of your legs you were pinching shut with all your might.  You felt the fabric of his pants and took some relief that he was not completely undressed.  

 Romantic kissing was not something you saw happening right before you were raped. The thought sent a new wave of resistance through you.  There was a chance you could save yourself.  Your eyes popped open and you pushed your hands against his chest trying to shove him away.  He chuckled as he continued to kiss and nip at your mouth.  

 Then he brought his free hand to your stomach and started to run it upwards. You moved both hands to his wrist and tried to pull it away from your body, but he was much too strong.  Soon his palm was at your chest and he felt up your breast. You tried to move away from him, but his leg kept you in place, for if you moved yours would part and expose your most private part.  

 When his hand cupped your whole breast he started kneading and you moved your hands back to his chest, trying to claw and push him away.  You scratched your nails down, but he made no movement to retreat.  

 His hand pulled away, but the pads of his fingers stopped at your nipple and pinched down, making you gasp.  The Viking used this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.  He started rolling against yours, urging you to kiss him back while your nipple hardened into a peak underneath his touch.  Your body betrayed you and you returned his motions with your mouth.  He sensed your submission and released your chin, turning himself so that more pressure was on your body.  

 The muscles in your thighs twitched and you realized what he was doing.  You shoved hard at his chest and turned your head to the side.

 “No!”  The only response you got was his lips on your neck and more pressure on his leg.  

  Your hands moved to his face as you tried to shove him away.  You clenched your legs together even tighter, ignoring the strain on your muscle.  A cry escaped, it was no use.  He bit and sucked at your neck, ignoring your protest and your body couldn’t hold out any longer.  His knee was too heavy and your legs parted, with his resting between them. You sobbed and his mouth kissed up your neck until it was at your ear.

 “Shhhhh.”  He bit your lobe.

 His hand left your nipple and the small bud throbbed.  His face went in front of yours and he studied your eyes.

 “Please…”  You couldn’t get the word out before his lips crashed against yours again.  

 With your legs kept apart by his knee his hand slid down your body and cupped your sex.  You yelped against his mouth as one of his fingers prodded your hole.  He slid it inside and you gasped, resulting in his tongue entering your mouth again.  

 Your legs shook as the digit started moving in and out of you.  You were in shock for a moment and your struggling stopped, unsure why he was able to enter you with such ease.  You were not responding to his kiss and he pulled his mouth off of yours.  

 “Feel how ready you are for me.”  He kissed your neck. “How excited your body is.”  

 You didn’t understand.  How could you be turned on by this man touching you.  You tried to scoot back, away from his invading finger, but he gripped your shoulder, holding you in place.  

 “Don’t fight it.” His thumb pressed down on your clit and started to rub in circles. “I want you to enjoy this Sannr Ast.”

 That strange name again.  You didn’t know what it meant, but it was the least of your worries right now.  His finger worked in and out of you while his thumb moved in circles and there was no denying how good it felt.  A moan escaped your lips.

 “That’s it.”  He kissed your neck, and grazed his teeth on your exposed skin. “Good girl.”

 Your breath caught in your throat, unsure why his praise seemed to make his hand feel even better.  Before you could solve the mystery you cried out and lifted your back, grabbing on to his strong shoulder for support instead of shoving him away.  A second finger was added, stretching you further.  The Viking responded to your mewl by increasing the speed of his fingers and pressure of his thumb.

 He continued peppering kisses and love bites along your clavicle, nudging you to lay back down.  You got used to the fuller feeling and relaxed, not taking your hand off his shoulder. His skills were causing a reaction inside of you, a tightness forming at your core.  You squeezed your hand down, grabbing on to him as the spring inside you grew tighter and tighter.  

 Your body started to rock against his hand, as if freed from the logical reasoning of your brain, of how wrong this situation was.  Then the spring went loose.  Black dots floated in front of your eyes as you cried out, moaning and making noises of jibberish at the same time. You pulled your free leg up in the air and held on to the man even tighter as euphoria spread through your body.

 His hand vanished and you shuddered unable to differentiate the feelings of exhaustion, pleasure, terror, and disgust over what had just happened.  You shut your eyes and had the feeling that you would sleep for days.  

 “I like those noises much better than the tears.”  His hand stroked your cheek.

 Your eyes fluttered up at him.  How could this man be so kind after what he had just done?   He looked at you with that strange look again, one nobody ever shown you before.  It made your heart stir in a way that didn’t make any sense.  You looked down and regretted your decision.  His pants were gone.  You sat up and tried to scoot back, but he was on you in a second.  

 This time you did not react quick enough and his body was already resting between your spread thighs.  His lips went back to your neck and started to kiss, sucking your skin into his mouth. The small glimpse you got of his cock told you it was much larger than his two fingers and you whimpered.  

 “No.”  You shoved at his shoulder. “Get off of me!”

 “I thought we were done with that.”  He lifted his head and looked hurt.

 Why would the man who was taking you against your will get to be the upset one? It didn’t make any sense.  You stopped struggling and his lips fell on top of yours again.  With one of his hands next to your head the other moved between your bodies.  

 Then you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance.  You panicked again and turned your head to the side.

 “STOP!” You yelled. “It won’t fit!”  

 He froze for a moment, but then looked up at you with pride in his eyes.

 “It will only hurt for a second.”  He pushed his hips further and into you.  

 Your back arched as your walls stretched to accommodate his girth.  You grabbed on to his shoulders and squeezed down, unsure if bucking him away would only make it go deeper.  You winced as he continued moving himself inside of you, tears stung your eyes as the fear he would never bottom out came to mind. Then he stopped moving and you felt his pelvis against yours.  He kissed your forehead and looked you in the eye as you laid beneath him, his cock still.

 You did not understand this strange man or why he was trying to be considerate with such a barbaric act.  His lips met yours again.  This time you didn’t fight him as his tongue wanted entrance to your mouth, but you didn’t return his kiss either.  In shock over what was happening.  

 He pulled out a bit and you squeezed your eyes shut, ready for the pain of re-entry, but he slid back inside of you and nothing hurt.  Next he pulled out further, again you braced yourself but felt no pain when he glided as deep.  

 “I told you I didn’t want to hurt you Ast.”  He pulled his mouth away and looked down at you.  “I want to hear more of those beautiful noises.”

 He started pumping in and out of you, his eyes possessive as they would not look away from your face.  Your brain was telling you to scream and slap the man, but your body started to rock with him.  A smile spread across his face and he leaned down to your neck, biting as he sucked on your throat.  

 Again your brain shut off as you felt the familiar spring being tightened in your core.  Only this time it was much larger.  It felt as if a coil the size of a catapult was forming.  One that was gathering every ounce of strength you had left.

 “You’re so wet and tight for me little girl.”  He continued to thrust.  “Like Valhalla.”  

 His praises made you moan, no longer caring how wrong this was.  You dug your fingers into his back and you moved with him, eager for the coil to release.   He grunted and moved even faster, making you feel full and needy at the same time.  

 Then pleasure ripped from your body.  You muscle clenched down as you screamed, pulling your nails down his back as your heart raced.  A roar escaped from your Viking’s mouth and he pushed himself all the way inside you as he enjoyed his own release.  

 Sweat covered your entire body and the feeling of exhaustion overtook any sense of right or wrong as well as reality.  The man kissed you on the forehead and you didn’t stir, already fast asleep by the time he pulled out.  

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[hellomissmabel]

The Red Queen Masterlist

Natasha x reader, Bucky x reader

Summary: A small yet skilled art thief is drawn to the French Riviera to settle a score, only to be met with the surprise of a lifetime.

The prompt: The reader can erase memories, or so she thinks. In reality, she merely misplaces them. But those misplaced memories have to go somewhere, the only question is, where

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Epilogue

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[abovethesmokestacks]

Treasured Moments (2/5)

Title: Treasured Moments Pairing: Dayton White x reader Word count: 860 Rating: PG Warnings: …inferred adult situation but nothing explicit

Written for @jurassicbarnes Writing Challenge.

Thank you so, so, SO much for all the lovely reblogs and likes and comments on the first chapter. I didn’t really think it would take off as much as it did, given that the movie hasn’t come out yet. Your feedback means the world to me.

This part was inspired by the ask I sent to Gen for her Fluffy Friday, with generous contribution by @brookebarnes. It’s nice and fluffy and I hope you all like it.

No tag list as chapters are short. Fic will update Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at 11 pm EEST.

Treasured Moments masterlist

part ii

“Babe…”

Dayton loves off-season. It’s not that he doesn’t love his career, the thrill that the races provide, but this… this is just as good. In the quiet moments just before your eyes flutter open, when your breathing is still deep and even, he’ll even confess that this is better. Waking up in the early hours, your body wrapped around his, knowing there is no crazy schedule ahead, no leaving for pre-race prep and getting home late because of post-race celebrations with barely enough time to see you.

“Wake up, baby… Get some clothes, take your toothbrush,” he whispers, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. “I’ll go fix us breakfast and start the car.”

He loves off-season because he can do this. Wake you up all soft and sweet, pack a bag and take you on the road. No destination, just the two of you. He loves your whiny little moans, because no matter how you try to go to sleep early, you’re still not a morning person. He loves how you slouch into the garage, dump the bag in the backseat and curl up next to him, knees tucked under a shirt that you’ve commandeered from his closet, fast asleep before you’re even off your street. He loves pulling over at a viewpoint stop, coaxing you into his side to enjoy the quiet, enjoy the way you slowly begin to stir until you finally blink lazily against the light and smile so dopily at him that his heart melts.

His heart is hammering harder today, cruising down a winding highway, pulling over at every vista viewpoint he comes across, pulling you out to sit on the hood, smiling and urging you to just look. It’s fine the first three times, but by the fourth you’re heaving your first sigh, and by the seventh you tell him straight up that the stops are giving you vista hangover.

“Dayton, I love you, but please. I have been awake since 7 am…”

“Try 9 am, sweetheart, you were barely even alive when we left.”

“7 am,” you persist, shooting him a pointed glare. “I have seen mountains and fucking rivers and enough trees to make me wanna become a lumberjack. I am begging you. If we don’t get somewhere quick so I can eat, I will eat this car. And then I’ll eat you.”

Looking out over the impressive view, a wide expanse of valleys and hills in different shades of lush green, Dayton gives a sigh. He leans over the hood to kiss you in appeasement, sliding off to stand in front of you.

“You’re right. Gotta feed my baby. And you, too darlin’- Ow!”

A swift smack of your hand brought a wide smile to your face, Dayton making a show of soothing his arm where you’d hit him.

“I wanted it to be special, show you something… something as amazing as you. Something that takes my breath away the same way you do. Something vast, and-and powerful and beautiful.”

“We’re already in your car, Day…” you mumble, cheeks flushing at the sudden declaration of love.

“Sweetheart, I love this car. I’ve loved it since I found it in your daddy’s yard, but it doesn’t compare. It doesn’t compare to your smile when you let me kiss you on our first date, or having you pushed up right against me because you insisted we could get the last of your stuff in one trip instead of two.” He fumbles, gaze dropping when his hand digs into his pocket, heart skipping a beat until it closes around something small and hard. “It doesn’t mean anything, not if you’re not there. I wanted us to be somewhere that was beautiful and grand and perfect so I could ask you, darlin'…”

It’s a moment that will play in his mind for the rest of his life, stuttering out the proposal with the ring in his hand, waiting with bated breath while you gaped at him, hand clasped over your mouth and the wind in your hair and the veritable shriek you let out as you launched yourself into his embrace. He’s heard the word ‘yes’ a million times, but never did it sound any sweeter than when you wept into the crook of his neck, whispering it over the joyful tears.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

It cuts your trip short, but only for a while. On your wedding day, you lean over right in the middle of the main course, whispering to pack his bags, get his toothbrush, you’ll start the car. Dayton thinks you’re joking, but when you surreptitiously excuse yourself to go powder your nose and take your sweet time, he follows. The band playing is loud enough that no one hears the soft purr of the engine, no one but him. The strings with cans tied to the back of the car have been cut, and you’re sitting behind the wheel, looking so stunning that Dayton can’t even make himself ask to drive. Your guests enjoy their dessert without you, and you enjoy each other in a quiet clearing under the stars.

#dayton white x reader #dayton x reader #reader insert #manuswritingchallenge #logan lucky fanfiction #logan lucky imagine #dayton white imagine #fic: treasured moments

[greeneyedgirls4]

My Masterlist

All my one shots/stories in one place. I am a happy ending girl but I will do a * at any sadder stories (they probably will still have a happy ending though). You can also connect with me and read these stories on AO3 and Fanfiction.net. And feedback is always welcome! Requests/Imagines are open here.. 

19/09/19

Imagines, requests and original stories:

Seb Stan / Bucky and other characters -

Seb - Imagine 1 

Seb - Imagine 2

Seb - Restart my heart

Seb - Paris (song request)

Seb - Not up for debate

Seb - Look who’s calling..

Bucky - First date? (#kaits5kauchallenge)

Seb - Set on you 

Seb - Games and other related emotions 

Bearded!Seb - Changing my mind 

Seb - Clingy. Me? Never. 

Seb - As luck would have it 

Seb - The ex, the fight and the unexpected ending 

Seb - Sillage 

Bucky - Repressed (#taysauchallenge) *

Seb - Tease 

Seb - Jealousy 

Seb - Sand 

Seb - The Wedding Party 

Seb - Always here 

Seb - A friend like you 

Seb - Positive 

Seb - Sweet 

Seb - My.. shirts? 

Seb - Quiet 

Bucky - A day in the life of.. (#manuswritingchallenge) 

Bucky - Headache (#Bee’s2.1kchallenge)

Seb - Surprise! 

Bucky - Bucky prompt (chapter 1), Seb - Seb prompt (chapter 2) 

Bucky - The things we do for the ones we love (1), (2), (3), (Epilogue) - Completed.

Bucky - Steve’s room (#PYTwritingchallenge)

Bucky - Heart of a Saint. Life of a Sinner. (Series) - Updated on Thursday’s. *

Tom Hiddleston / Loki and other characters -

Loki - Ti amo 

Loki - Another time. Another place. *

Tom - The fight 

Loki - Like father. Like son. (1) / (2)

Loki - The strip 

Loki - The Prophecy (Series) - Completed.

Loki - Too late. *

Loki - Forfeit 

Loki - Mother Nature.. or Father Nature? 

Loki - The book 

Benedict Cumberbatch / Sherlock and other characters -

Ben - The Event 

Aidan Turner and characters -

Matthew Gray Gubler / Reid and other characters / Criminal Minds - 

The 100 (Bellamy and actor, Murphy and actor, Clarke and actress) - 

Steve McGarrett -

A hui hou / Aloha au ia 'oe (sequel) 

#Masterlist #Tom Hiddleston #Sebastian Stan #Seb Stan #Aidan Turner #benedict cumberbatch #Loki #Bucky #Sherlock #poldark #Marvel #MCU #AO3 #fanfiction #fanfic #one shots #stories #Winter soldier #steve mcgarrett #hawaii 5-0 #characters #real life people #requests #imagine #imagines #feedback is always welcome #:) #angst #fluff #happy ending

[sherrybaby14]

The Viking’s Sannr Ast Part 2

Description:  Viking AU, Bucky is the king of the Vikings who come to raid your village. (Also, not the TV show Vikings, the historical kind)

Warnings: THIS IS A NON-CON/RAPE STORY.  Please do not read if this offends you.   Also it’s just smutty smut, smut, smut.

Word: 4,000

Tags: @thecynicalnerd @marauderice @mac5323@idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @negan–is–god @kellyn1604 @i-am-negan-trash @taintedgenre @xbergiex @bellaballanda @girlyfandomfighter13 @theariel85 @kyleannsmut

Part One

This is part two of a three-part story.  Part  3 will be out by Friday.  

               A hand rubbed your back and started shaking your shoulder. A groan escaped.  Your body ached in places you didn’t know possible and all you craved was sleep.  You rolled your head to the side and ignored the person trying to wake you.

                 SMACK! A hand swatted your ass.

                 Your eyes popped open as the sting exploded over your cheek. The wall in front of you was not the one from your bedroom and the smell of the barn overtook your nostrils.

                 SLAP! The hand came down on your other cheek.  

                 “Ow!”  You sat up and turned to your side.

                 The Viking was sitting next to you with a huge grin on his face.  He was fully clothed and you grabbed the cloak you were laying on, pulling it to your chest.  

                 “It’s time to get up Ast.”  He rose from the bale of hay and offered you a hand.  

                 The memories of him inside of you, his lips crashing against yours, the way he was gentle flashed in front of your eyes. Now he looked down at you with pride and an almost playful demeanor.  This was not how Vikings were supposed to behave. The raiders were brutes, ones who would make you wish for death before captivity.   He should be beating you, dragging you by the hair, sharing you with his men.  

                 You were grateful he wasn’t, but at least if that were his behavior it would make it easier to hate him.  But you found yourself ignoring the fact the man had just taken your virginity against your will in a barn after murdering most of your town and setting it on fire.  No, all you could think of was the strange kindness he showed you.  It was disarming and you dipped your hand into his.  

                 His grin grew as you stood up on shaky legs, his cloak clutched to your chest.  He went to grab the garment and you yanked it back, not wanting to be nude in front of the man who had seen more of you than any person.  

                 “We don’t have time for these games.” His grin dropped and he grabbed your wrist, twisting it until you let go of the cloak.

                 You cried as he fluffed out the fur and brought your hands to your chest to cover yourself.  

                 “I told you I don’t want to hurt you.”  He flung the cloak behind you and set it on your shoulders.  Then he guided each of your arms to slits at the side before pulling it shut, almost like a robe.  “But I will if you make me.”

                 He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. You looked down at the garment, it covered everything but was at least a meter too long, the excess fabric pooling at your feet.  You lifted your arms and looked at the sides.  The cuts went down to your waist, if you raised your arms too high anyone next to you would get a side shot of your breasts.  

                 “EEP!”  Before you could lower your arms the Viking scooped you up in his.  

                 This time your arms went behind his neck, steadying yourself.  He smiled at you.  

                 “I like it when you hold on to me.” He winked.

                 You started to pull your arms away, but stopped. What if he tried to drop you? What was the harm in being kind to the man who was showing a twisted, demented form of compassion?  Your head swam with questions and confusion, but rather than asking you let him carry you out of the barn.  

                 The Vikings had arrived at dawn, but by the look of the sky it was now dusk.  Even though it felt like five minutes the raider let you sleep most of the day.   You looked out at your village, or what was left of it.  Smoke rose from most of the homes.  The sounds of screams long gone.  You walked down the street, passing empty home after empty home, the doors open with personal belongings strewn about.  

                 Then you saw the body of one of your neighbors, you gasped and turned your head away, burying it in the Viking’s chest.  

                 “It’s alright little one.”  His hand moved up and down your back. “The spoils of war are worth the horrors.”  

                 “War?”  You looked up at him, making sure not to take in the carnage around you. “We aren’t soldiers. This was not a battle, it was an attack on innocents.”

                 “You have much to learn.”  The Viking laughed.  

                 Your cheeks grew red and you looked down.  The feelings of kindness were vanishing when confronted with the facts of reality.  No matter how ‘nicely’ he had done the act the man was still a rapist. No matter how he justified it as ‘war’ he was responsible for murder, theft, and the destruction of your poor village.  He was not a good person, he was a monster, and right now you were willingly in his arms.

                 There was no point in trying to wiggle away, there was nowhere to run.  He was stronger and faster than you and right now you weren’t even wearing shoes.  They burned most of the structures, you assumed they had a campground somewhere nearby.  You would have to wait until nightfall when the man was fast asleep and then run for a horse.  

                 It sounded like a solid plan, but something was in the back of your mind.  Earlier his men mentioned sharing you?  What if the Viking was done and was readying to pass you around to his men?  What if this wasn’t the end for you? What if they were going to fuck you to death?  

                 “Why are you breathing so hard?” The Viking asked. “Don’t look Ast, these people weren’t worthy of you.”

                 “Are you going to share me?” You blurted the question out.  

                 As soon as you asked you wished you could take it back. It was wrong to care more about yourself than the others in the town, both dead and alive.  Your Viking gave you a smirk and looked down at you with slanted eyes.  It made your heart sink, realizing he was not going to answer your question.  

                 He stopped walking and set you on your feet. You looked up at a horse, dressed in similar armor to your Viking.  You cringed at your thought choice.  This man was not your anything. He climbed up on the horse and you wondered if he would leave you here in the rubble.

  Arms grabbed your waist from behind and you gasped, kicking out behind you.  He was going to share you.  Your foot made contact with a thigh, but you were in the air already, being transferred back into your Viking’s arms as he seated you sideways on the horse in front of him.  

 “Looks like you found yourself a fighter.”  The man you had kicked rubbed his thigh.  

 “If you only knew.” Your Viking laughed and kicked the horse.

 You started trotting and needed to hold on to him.  The saddle wasn’t built for two and visions of slipping off and being trampled came to mind.  You strode away from the burning village towards the top of the hill.  In the twilight you could still make out the Viking horde at the bottom of the hill.  Some of them on horses, some guarding wagon’s filled with your people’s belongings. All in all your people outnumbered them five-to-one at least, but numbers didn’t matter when the skill was so outmatched.

 When you reached the front your Viking started yelling in another language.

 Cheers came from the crowd.  He was addressing his people.  The language had to be Norse, but you could comprehend what was being said.  

 More cheers came after the Viking stopped speaking.  He tightened his arm around your waist and pulled you upright, putting his other finger under your chin and tilting your head back to face him.

 “MINN SIGR,” he yelled.  “Minn Sannr Ast.”

 His thumb stroked your cheek.  The tribe of Vikings remained quiet, but then his hand slid to the back of your head and crashed his mouth to yours.  There was no gentle probing or option this time as his tongue darted against yours. He pulled your head harder against his own. The crowd erupted in their largest applause, screams, chants, and other background noises of approval.  Your Viking pulled away from you and raised his fist in the air.  

 The quick passionate kiss left your lips puffy and sore.  You brought your hand to your mouth while the Viking grabbed the reins and started trotting the horse through the pack.  You gripped on to him as you bounced passed the cargo, captives, and Vikings.  Every person gave a cheers and patted the horse when you moved.  Your Viking wore the look of pride well with his head high.

 Once he made it through the horse slowed down.  There were sounds of people moving behind you. They were done with your village.  Part of you felt lucky, you were still alive and relatively unharmed.  The other side felt anger and sadness.    

                 Nightfall had almost taken over and it was hard to see the man’s features.  Your mind was overflowing with so many questions you couldn’t hold them in any longer.

                 “What is your name?” You wanted to stop thinking of him as ‘your’ Viking.

                 “James.” He was quick to answer.  

                 You took this as a good sign and decided to continue asking.  

                 “What does Sannr Ast mean?”

                 “There is no word in English.”  His voice was edgier.  

                 “You have an English name and you speak the language without an accent.”  Even in the darkness you thought you saw him twitch.  “How are you a Viking?”

                 “My mother named me.” He hesitated before answering. “And she was my teacher.”

                 The wheels in your mind started to turn.  His people were comfortable with kidnapping women from the mainland.  Was that his purpose for you?  To be a broad mare?  Had it already begun?  Your heart raced and you started to squirm.

                 His right hand gathered the cloak and bunched it to your knee, then he rested his palm on your thigh.  His left dropped the reigns on the horse and slid through the cut in the cloak by your left arm, setting under your breast.  

                 “That’s enough questions for now.”  James’ had slid up your thigh.

                 You pressed your legs together but the action only resulted in a chuckle from the man, he let his fingertips trace your legs until he reached the apex, you tried to clench your muscles to block him but the position on the horse made that impossible and his fingers made it to the top of your sex before easing down, sliding along your slit.  He started stroking the area while his other hand lazily strummed your breast, making circles around your nipple without touching the tiny bud.  

                 Your arms were still gripping on to him, you wanted to push his hands away, but you were sure that success would mean both of you falling off the horse.  

                 “Please stop.”  You looked around, fearing someone was watching the display, but the two of you were at the head of the pack.

                 He responded by pinching your nipple making you squeal and wiggle against his hand.  

                 “Now why would I do that when you make such wonderful noises?”  His finger started sliding easier between your legs and you knew your arousal was growing.  

                 You glanced up to see a smug smile on his face. He went back to teasing your nipple, while his finger spread your wetness.  He moved your hair to the side and dipped his head down to your neck. He bit down at the same time his fingers pinched your nipple into a tiny pebble and you couldn’t hold back the moan.

                 His fingers made a back and forth action, rubbing your trapped bud while he switched to sucking your neck.  Then his dewey hand slid up your mound until the pads of his fingers found your clit.  He started rubbing, up and down at first and then left to right, pressing down hard against the nerves and moving you closer towards him.  

                 His erection was evident through his pants and you remembered how good and full it felt to have him inside of you, the memory releasing another moan from your body.  You bit your lip in hopes of being quiet.  

                 “You know I enjoy hearing you Ast.”  James lifted his head from your neck and started rubbing even faster against your clit while opening and closing his fingers on your hard nipple.  

                 The action caused another moan that could not be contained with pressed lips.

                 “What a good girl.”  He dipped his head back to your neck.  

                 The approval made another round of arousal seep out of you onto the cloak and saddle.  

                 “So wet and eager for your king?” He kissed up your neck and stopped at your ear. “Want to wither back and forth as I plow into you?”

                 His fingertips started working faster and you groaned as his words were pushing you over the edge.

                 “Want to clamp down on my cock as I spray my seed into your womb?”  His teeth grazed your ear lobe. “Want to scream my name while you ride out the ecstasy only I can give you?”

                 Your hand started gripping the back of his neck, you needed to squeeze on to something as your body tried to rock itself against his hand.  

                 “Cum for me now Angel.”  He started rubbing in a circle on your clit. “Come for me NOW!”

                 Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you tried your hardest not to make too much noise, but the man had just pushed you off a cliff and you screamed the entire way down.  Tingles covered your entire body as his hand disappeared and the cloak dropped down over your legs.  Your chest heaved with the need for oxygen.  This was so wrong, but everything he did felt so good.  

                 There was fight left in you, you promised yourself that much as your head fell to his shoulder.  He picked up the reigns again and rested one arm on your lap and the other behind you.  James kissed the top of your head and you felt a strange warmth against him, one that filled you with a sense of safety.  Your eyes started to flutter shut and you promised yourself you would fight back next time.

~~~  

               Sleep never came, it was more like rest as you cuddled up to James’ chest.  Hoof beats made you crack your eyes as another Viking appeared next to you on horseback.

                 “We will arrive at the ships soon,” the new man said. “Are there any additional requirements for your Sannr Ast?”

                 James answered in his native tongue.  The other Viking gave a nod and his horse fell back. Ships? You assumed they had a camp somewhere.  If you ended up on a ship that would reduce any chance of escape.  Your heart tightened.  What would your future be if you boarded? For all you knew Sannr Ast was some form of sacrifice and James was marching you to your death.  

                 It was dark, but you were familiar with the road, if you could figure out a way to get off of his horse maybe you could hide until help came.

                 “Can we stop please?” You looked up at the Viking king.

                 “Why?” He moved his eyes towards you without tilting his face.

                 “I need to relieve myself.”  You tried your best to soften your expression. “Please, I haven’t been able to all day.  I’ve also not had anything to eat or drink.  I am very weak and need a quick break.”

                 James grunted.  You didn’t know if that meant yes or no, but several paces later he raised his arm and stopped the horse.  He set you on the ground before climbing off.  The same Viking from a moment ago rode up.  You glanced down the road and saw there was some distance between the wagons, walkers, and people on horseback.  

                 Foreign words were spoken between the two men and the other galloped off.  James held his hand out towards the trees and you entered the forest.  He stayed right behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder. You turned to face him.

                 “Some privacy please?”  You dropped your chin to the ground. “I think you have seen enough of my private moments today.”  

                 In the moonlight you could see he was deep in thought.

                 “Come back right to this spot.”  He pointed to his feet. “Do not get any ideas.”

                 There was no mistaking the warning in his voice. You gave a smile and curtsied before turning into the woods.  You were certain that the move was too much and he suspected something.  You went twenty paces in, never looking behind you.

                 This would be it.  Your only shot at freedom.  There was a large tree that you spun around and leaned your back against. You brought your hand to your mouth and let out a silent scream.  This morning felt like years ago and in a way it was since you were now a different person with different choices.

                 The smart choice was to go back, accept that you could never escape a man as cunning and ruthless as the Viking.  But was that even a choice at all?  Would you become a slave? Passed around to his men? Would you be a sacrifice to the pagan gods these heathens worshiped?  His actions were more like that of a loving husband, but the man barely knew you.  

                 You cursed yourself.  He was not a loving husband. He was a dealer in death and deceit. You could not trust him.  This was your only chance for escape.  Taking a breath, you balled up the bottom of the cloak in your arms and took off running into the forest before you could change your mind.

                 The branches scratched at your face and the rocks hurt your feet since you darted off trail.  If you avoided a straight line it would be more difficult to chase you. It would not take long for him to realize you were gone.  Earlier when you ran your lungs were on fire, but at the moment your heart was burning, almost sucking you backwards.  

                 There was movement in front of you as it looked like one of the branches of the trees swung forward.  It wrapped around you and you let out a scream as the tree held you tight.  You let out a sob, too aware it was no tree at all.  You pressed against an armored chest, arms holding both of your sides down.

                 “I wish you would not have done that.”  You recognized James’ voice and started to crumble.

                 He bent forward and flung you over his shoulder, before walking through the woods.  It was a quick walk until you were back where you started. How could you have been so stupid? Tears fell down your face and you did not try to struggle as he walked you back to the trail.  The man was a Viking king.  You were never alone in the woods. He had watched you from a vantage point and predicted where you would run.   There was never a choice.

                 “I’m sorry.”  You sniffled against his shoulder.

                 He did not respond as you left the forest, still hanging upside down over her shoulder.  He went straight for the horse and set you on the saddle.  His fingers wrapped around your ankle and he inspected the bottom of your foot for damage.  He did the same to the other and you winced as he pulled a twig out.  

                 There was a fury in his eye as he looked at your face.  His thumb dragged across a scratch.  You were unable to tell if he was wiping away blood or tears.  

                 “I’m sorry.”  You wanted the playful look for the evening, or the one of adoration from this morning.  As powerful as his other faces were this one was the scariest.  

                 He did not respond and instead climbed on to the horse behind you.  The other Viking was next to you, he would not look you in the eye.  James spoke in their native tongue.  

                 His arm snaked around your waist and held you tight. This was not a loving embrace as his fingers dug into your side.  He kicked the horse and the trot was replaced with a gallop.  He gripped the reins and shoved your shoulders down as he leaned over you, giving the horse less wind resistance as you rode through the night.

                 The speed caused your hip to bounce up and down, landing on the saddle with each step.  The movement was causing a welt which would turn into a bruise.  You didn’t dare complain, both angry at the man for testing you and yourself for thinking escape was a possibility.  

                 After your hip grew numb the horse slowed down. James sat upright and the scent of the sea was heavy in the air.  You sat up to see the impressive fleet of Viking ships in the moonlight.  They were huge, and nothing like the small fishing ship the villagers used.  The wooden masterpieces almost glowed, their craftsmanship flawless.  Before you could take them in any longer James dismounted.  

                 He threw you over his shoulder again and you hung upside down without complaints, not wanting to anger him.  You heard footsteps coming towards you.  James barked orders in the foreign tongue and you saw the footsteps run to the horse.  

                 You were spun around as he set you down in a row boat.  You didn’t move as he grabbed an end and pushed it into the water before jumping in himself. He did not look at you as he rowed out to sea.  

                 “I’m sorry.”  You tried again. “I’m confused and scared.  Please don’t hurt me.”

                 Your hip wasn’t the only thing numb as you imagined the worst.  James looked over at you.  There was the same look of fury on his face and you shifted your gaze to the water. Maybe it would be best to throw yourself over and drown rather than survive what he had in store for you.  

                 “I would only dive in after you.”  He spoke each word with a pierce.  

                 Your shoulders slouched and you stared at the bottom of the boat.  Before you ran you thought of him as a dealer of death and destruction, but to whom? You lived alone in that village, nobody paid you much attention the five years you had been there.  It was your goal to save money and move on.  

                 To you James showed you protection, kindness, and a strange form of love, almost.  You repaid him with betrayal.  There were no words to apologize with.  The row boat docked at one of the ships.  You stood up and again James hoisted you over his shoulder.  

                 You wanted to tell him it wasn’t necessary, that you had no interest in escaping, that you would behave for him.  But in this state he did not want to hear it.  He climbed aboard the ship with ease and you got an upside down view as you walked across the deck.  

                 He took a direct path towards stairs and walked down into the quarters of the ship.  The halls were dark, but he had no problems finding his way.  You never put up a fight as he opened one of the doors and walked into darkness.  

                 Instead of setting you down he dropped you.  You half expected to hit the floor, but bounced on a soft mattress. In the darkness you could not see James, but the sound of fire striking drew your attention towards him as he lit several candles around the room.  He dropped the tinderbox and went towards the bed.  The fury still in his eyes.

                 “Why would you do that?”  He reached down and grabbed your shoulders. “You could have injured yourself or worse.”

                 “I’m sorry…I wasn’t thinking.” The flames danced on his face making him look even more terrifying.  

                 “I’ve told you several times I don’t want to hurt you.”  His hands went to the top of the cloak and untied the clasp. “But I will if it is for your own good.”

                 He pushed the cloak off your shoulders.  You didn’t lift your hands to cover yourself this time, not wanting to anger him at all.  

                 “Is that what you want?”  His hand gripped your chin and made you look him in the eye. “To make me hurt you?”                    

                 You shook your head as best you could and tears started to form again.  The fury in his eyes was still there as he bore into yours.  His chest was heaving up and down.  He didn’t look away from you and in a split second you saw the change. It wasn’t fury, it was fear.  He let go of your chin and grabbed your head pressing his lips to yours.  

                 There was no hesitation as you parted your lips and let his tongue dance with yours.  There was a hard passion, almost an ownership to his kiss.  You tilted your head back and did your best to take it. He broke it away and grabbed you by the hips, turning you around so you were on all fours.  

                 He did not underdress, only pulled his cock from his pants and lined up with your pussy.  There was still some slickness from your past orgasm, but you weren’t sure it was enough when he started to enter you.  

                 It wasn’t painful, but not quite as easy as the last time.  He rested one hand on your shoulder and wrapped the other one in your hair as he filled you with his entirety.  You gasped and through your neck back. He slid his hand from your shoulder to the small of your back and then around your hip as he leaned forward, your hair still in his fist.

                 His fingertip found your clit again and started rubbing as he slammed in and out of you, pulling your hair with each thrust and making you cry out.  It was rough, but there was no doubt that your body was responding.  You grew damper and he started pumping with ease. His grip on your head more keeping you in line than causing any real pain.

                 “You are mine.”  His teeth grazed your back. “Say it.”

                 You let out a moan, not caring why you found this treatment so pleasurable.  The hand tightened in your hair.

                 “I said SAY IT!”  He tugged harder and slammed himself into you with more force.  

                 His finger pressed harder against your clit and he moved out of sync with his thrusts making it difficult to focus on anything.   Then the hand disappeared from your hair.  Your head fell forward as his hand wrapped around your neck.  

                 “SAY IT.” He squeezed lightly and you moaned, sure if you brought your hand up you would collapse.

                 “I am yours.”  At that moment you meant it with every fiber of your being.  

                 His cock was ramming into a place that brought you overloads of pleasure and you started squealing, bucking your hips back up against his as he went even deeper inside of you.  His mouth came down on your shoulder and his teeth sunk into your skin at the same time a bubble of pleasure exploded inside of you.

                 “I AM YOURS!” You thought you managed to yell out the words in between the moans and grunts of passion escaping your body.  

                 His hands moved to your hips and he yanked you back against him as his seed filled you up. You gasped for breath, hazy with lust and guilt and other emotions you could not understand.  His hands disappeared and you fell forward off of his slick cock, your breathing still irregular.  

                 Your eyes were again heavy with sleep and you moved on to your side, ready for sleep.  You expected a dip in the bed, but all you heard were footsteps.  You looked over to see James slam the door behind him, the sound of a lock turning from the outside.

                 The action made your heart hurt as you looked at the empty space next to you.  For some reason you wanted to be in his arms more than anything at the moment, regardless of what had transpired between you.  You tried to fight back the tears, knowing that it was wrong to shed them for a man like him.  Maybe you were wrong, maybe he deserved all your tears.  You shook your head and chased away the thoughts, knowing you were too emotional to access logic, but nonetheless still wishing the man was in bed beside you.

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