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Forged in Love
Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader
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Part 8
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The time had arrived to meet Hephaestus and you were nervous yet excited on what to expect. You hoped the same spark from your first meeting would be there, as your conversation came so naturally. However, at the party there was no pressure, here there was. You tried to put that part out of your mind, trying to focus on the fact that this was just another chance to get to know him better. You arrived at the base of his home, which rested on top of a hill. The staircase was elaborate, mechanical railings and stairs leading up the steep hill. However, the stairs never felt like climbing, due to the nature of the forgery. You couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful craftsmanship. You were looking forward to seeing more of his work.
Once at the top, there was a gate just as elaborate as the stairs. To the side, what mimicked a security guard booth, the window opened. Inside was a cyclops. You knew they worked in a volcano, but you had never seen one up close. They were kept away from the other gods for many reasons, mainly for aesthetic and seeming lesser than.
“Hello” You said sweetly. Your charm is always present.
“What is your business?” It responded in a nail-on-chalkboard voice. You didn’t show you cringed.
“I am here to see Hephaestus.” You responded with a smile.
“No one visits him.” It growled. For a moment you wondered if you had the right time.
“My name is Aphrodite, I believe he is expecting me.” Your charm must have an effect as the creature appeared to soften, if that was possible.
“Highly unusual.” You thought you heard him say.
“I am happy to wait, if you want to make sure.” You tried to charm speak to see if he would open the gate. He closed the window and after a few moments he opened the gate, appearing on the other side.
“Thank you, what is your name?” You asked, walking through the gate. You weren’t sure they had names but they made you curious as you had never met one before.
“Arges. Follow me.” You didn’t know if he was always this gruff, or if he was softening to you. You pretended he liked you. You followed him up a ways, entering big ornate metal doors. Inside wasn’t very elaborate, but still impressive. Clearly Hephaestus didn’t spend too much time in this part of the house as there was hardly anything worth mentioning. Immediately what came to mind was how to make it beautiful, but you focused on the walk, and tried to put it from your mind. Occupational hazard.
“Master is in the forgery.” Arges said, leading you down what seemed like another endless staircase. It had the feel of a dark, dank tower. It got immediately warmer, and you were soon hot. You tried to ignore it, recalling the forgery was in the heart of a volcano. Eventually you reached the bottom, and another door.
“Wait here.” He said, going through the door. A few moments later Arges reappeared. “Follow me.” Not one for conversation you noted. But somehow he didn’t repel you like the gods said, in fact you found it endearing.
You walked through a few different craft rooms until you got to what felt like the hottest part. There was what seemed like a huge oven, and you saw the back of the shirtless god. Your breath hitched but you caught yourself. Even though his back was scarred, and you could see his chiseled physique, you could tell not every bone had healed right. You couldn’t help but recall the stories of his childhood, yet he was more beautiful than you remembered and you were surprised how lovely he was, for not being a god of anything remotely beautiful and remembering his sad story; at least what you knew of it which was mostly gossip. He kept working in the loud, hissing room, and you decided to make yourself known.
“Hello Hephaestus.” You thought that was a safe start. He stopped, grabbed a rag to wipe his hands, and turned around. His dark, piercing eyes bore into you and his dark hair tried to cover them, but luckily was not successful.
“Hello Aphrodite.” He continued to wipe his hands and stare. You didn’t let yourself break eye contact, and maintained your composure. After a moment, “You’ll have to excuse me, my work is never done.” You smiled.
“I understand, you must be very busy, so I am even more thankful that you would allow me to take some of your time today.” You were thankful for your gift of charm, as you wanted to make a good impression.
“Yes I am.” Was all he said, walking toward you.
“I am impressed by the size of your forgery.” You tried to make conversation. He smirked.
“This is only my tinkering room, I have much bigger rooms for different needs.”
“Are they all this hot?” You tried to tease, hoping you weren’t sweating.
“Probably hotter, we are not in the heart of the volcano, far from actually. But we can leave as I am sure you are not accustomed to such weather.” He made to a different door, there seemed to be many doors in many rooms, and you were sure you were lost.
“No I am not, but I am fascinated so maybe I could have a tour, after a cold drink.” You smiled. You swore you saw the corner of his mouth turn. You knew that you would keep trying to make him smile.
“This way,” he said, opening a door for you to enter. As you passed, you noticed he smelled of smoke and mint. An interesting combination but one you knew you immediately liked. You might be in over your head already.
He had led you to a balcony, where a different cyclops had set down ice cold drinks.
“I figured this would be best.” He said, handing you a glass. You gratefully took it.
“Thank you, how thoughtful.” You took a sip. “Do you get so hot, or are you accustomed to the volcano?”
“I suppose I am used to it now, I hardly notice as I am so focused on my work.” He put a shirt on, and you couldn’t help but be disappointed. Interesting.
“I suppose that makes sense, since you have been working there for ages.” And you meant ages, close to eons. “Do you enjoy it?” You ventured, knowing he was put there more for the sake of appearances rather than by choice.
“I enjoy my work.” He took a sip from his glass.
“You keep interesting company.” You mused.
“You mean the cyclops?”
“I have never met them before today.”
“And what do you think?” He stared at you, clearly interested in your answer.
“Honestly, they are not at all as the gossip portrays them. But I suppose that just shows how unreliable gossip is. I enjoyed Arges. He is gruff, but I kind of enjoyed the candor and unassuming way.”
“I enjoy not having to put on airs or feeling the need to fill silence.” He responded honestly. “I am glad you feel that way, most on Olympus would not.” he seemed pleased by your answer. You were glad to be learning how to read his subtle allowances of emotion.
“Unfortunately that is true.” You turned to look out from the balcony for the first time, unaware of him staring. He made to stand closer, still respecting personal space as you walked to the edge of the rail.
“Did you design the entire house?” You asked.
“I did.”
“It is all so lovely, it somehow feels just like you.” You mused.
“And you can tell it is me, how?” He seemed amused.
“Oh, well, I don’t know how to explain it but it seems unassuming, complicated, but not at all fake. Sturdy, without being over the top, reliable, but with character.”
“You seem to have put a lot of thought into that.” You turned to look at him.
“I suppose, but anything with beauty or charm, I have to think about, so I suppose I did put thought into your home.” You tried to save yourself, as it could be taken in a way that made you seem to have thought about him more than you should let on. You tried to change the subject.
“It seems we must always meet on a balcony.” He turned to look out.
“I figured it was a good place, the first meeting went well in that setting.” You smiled, happy to know he thought fondly of your first encounter.
“Speaking of, I am thankful you agreed to meet today.” You figured it was a good time to clear the air. It would have to be talked about sooner or later.
“I was surprised when Hera brought it to my attention.” You noticed he didn’t refer to her as his mother but decided to not comment on it.
“They want me to marry someone, and soon. I have only recently been told myself.” You figured being honest was the best course of action.
“I heard you and Ares were together, or would be soon.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear.” You referenced his words from that first night.
“I suppose you are right.”
“I thought I would be forced to marry Ares. I didn’t even know you were on your mother’s list of eligibility.” He bristled at the mention of mother.
“I am not. But she told me of your predicament.” He stopped.
“And having been told of it?” You softly pressed.
“I don’t know, I just figured getting to know each other wouldn’t be the worst thing.” He half smiled at you. This caused you to laugh a little.
“I am glad I am not completely repulsive to you.”
“Not at all.”
“I have to say that is a little surprising, Hephaestus. After all, you hardly entertain anyone, much less those you don’t know well.”
“I enjoy being on my own.” The way he said it didn’t have you fully convinced.
“Do you enjoy being on your own, or enjoy not having others overwhelm you? There is a difference.”
“Clever girl.” He looked at you again. “I enjoy others not looking at me and how unappealing I am.” You could tell he believed that and it hurt you.
“You are not unappealing. I think you give yourself too much credit for that.” You let out a quick breath, and turned away. “Remember I am the goddess of beauty and I also saw you shirtless.” You flirted a little.
“That was a little trick. I wanted to see your reaction.”
“You are playing games with me?” You were surprised and amused.
“If we are to know each other better, it is best to know if you can stand my presence.” He stated.
“And did I pass your little test?” You asked, taking a step closer.
“You were kind enough to not be completely repulsed, at least to my face.” He smirked.
“I think you are going to have to learn to read me better.” You mused. “For I was not repulsed, the opposite in fact. I admired your fit physique, and noticed no blemishes.”
“Then you lie, you have seen my arm, and now my back.”
“Your arm is missing, yes. But does that mean it is a blemish? You have faint scars, but does that mean they are repulsive? Does one mean the other?” His face darkened.
“Yes.” You took slow steps until you reached him, feeling like you would scare him away with quick actions. You reached out to touch his covered arm.
“Your wonderful craftsmanship has made your arm better, more functional than a real arm. That is truly a gift to accomplish such a feat. As for your scars, they are not repulsive, they are unique to you, they make you who you are. And I am enjoying getting to know the man you are.” You told him sincerely, hoping he would somehow believe that. He just kept looking into your eyes with a gaze so intense, you thought he could see to your metaphorical soul, if you had one.
“You really aren’t lying, are you?” He asked after a pause. You still hadn’t let go of your touch.
“No. And I will promise to be honest with you. I feel that I can be. You have given me no reason to think I can’t be myself.”
“I want you to be yourself, I want to get to know the goddess of beauty, beyond the front she puts on.” You could tell he meant that as well.
“I guess we both hide, just in different ways.”
“I guess so.”
“Can we agree to try not to hide from each other?” You asked him, knowing he could hear the insecurity in your voice. However, for the first time in a long time, you didn’t care that someone saw your vulnerability. You felt safe.
“I will try.” He responded honestly. He then grabbed your other arm. “But you might have to help me with that.” If you didn’t know better, you would have assumed Zeus was here, with the electricity you felt in his touch.
“Then I suppose you will have to see more of me.”
“I would be okay with that.” And you both had genuine smiles.
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Aphrodite
Summary: You feel uncomfortable in everything you own. Luckily, your boyfriend’s jacket fits you perfectly
Written for: @buckybarnesbingo
Words: 1261
Square Filled: U4- Boyfriend Jacket
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Sized!Female Reader
Warnings: Body issues, mild adult themes
For a while now, you had been feeling uncomfortable in your clothes. Everything you put on felt tight or twisted up in all the wrong places but ever since you started stealing Bucky’s jacket, those things didn’t matter. Whenever you were wearing it, you felt so much better. The warmth you felt didn’t just come from the garment itself but whenever Bucky caught you in it. Feeling his eyes on you made you feel confident, beautiful and loved. Bucky told you how much he adored seeing you in it and how gorgeous he thought you were. You loved that man so much.
…
You were in the kitchen wearing Bucky’s jacket, grabbing yourself a snack.
“Don’t you think it’s time you gave your poor boyfriend his jacket back?” Nat mused from behind you.
“Nope. Mine now,” you grinned. “Besides, it’s the only thing that fits me nowadays…”
“If you want, I can take you shopping,” Nat offered.
“Thanks, Nat, but I think I’ll pass,” you sighed, sitting down to eat.
“Everything alright?” Nat asked, picking up on something in your voice.
“I don’t really like clothes shopping. The last time I went, I nearly got stuck in something and almost burst into tears in the dressing room… The salespeople always make me feel so insecure and forget about buying pretty underwear. They all seem to think that if you’re beyond a certain size, you don’t deserve anything outside of plain white, black or beige…”
Bucky heard your every word. It hurt him to think that you felt this way. He wished that he could take every flaw you saw in yourself and turn them into how he saw you.
“You know, Nat… Whenever I wear Bucky’s jacket, all of that goes away. It smells like him and it feels like he’s hugging me… Whenever he looks at me in his jacket, it makes me feel… like I’m the only woman in the world that matters to him. Some days, I can’t believe that Adonis chose me…”
Bucky walked up behind you and kissed the top of your head.
“Hi, beautiful,” he smiled, pecking your lips.
“Hi, handsome. We were just talking about you.”
“Really? Nothing bad I hope,” he smirked, like he hadn’t just been listening in.
“I was just telling Nat how lucky I am to have a boyfriend like you.”
Bucky kissed you deeply, sending butterflies to the pit of your stomach. It was one of those kisses that took your breath away and made you glad to be a woman... specifically Bucky’s woman.
“Have I told you how gorgeous you look in my jacket?” he panted when he pulled away.
“Not today,” you purred.
“Well let’s fix that…”
Bucky kissed you again, pulling you close to his body.
“Guys, this is a kitchen. People eat here,” Nat teased.
You felt the heat rush to your face as you pulled away.
“I have to go shopping with Sam but I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Okay, baby,” you smiled, giving another peck on the lips.
Bucky smiled back and headed off.
…
After an hour of going store to store with Sam, Bucky was starting to feel tired and grumpy. Sam wanted to find the perfect gift for his nephew’s birthday while also staying within his sister’s restrictions. Finally, they found something for the boy but as they were about to go home, one store in particular caught Bucky’s eye… a lingerie store specific to plus size women.
“I’m need to get something. I’ll catch up with you soon…”
“Okay, man. I’m going to get something to eat at the food court,” Sam shrugged, heading off.
Bucky nodded and waited for him to go out of eyesight before going into the shop. Inside, there was so much to look at. Bra, underwear and other frilly intimates made from lace, satin and cotton. They came in a variety of colours from sinful sangria to a more subdued soft cotton candy.
“Hello, how may I help you?” the saleswoman greeted.
“Hi. Um… I’m looking for something for my girlfriend. She’s been feeling pretty down about herself lately and I just wanted to get her something to make her feel pretty… I mean, to me she’s a total goddess but I just… I want to get her something to help her see that…"
The saleswoman smiled warmly at him.
“I can help you pick something. Follow me…”
Bucky told her your sizes and she assisted him in getting you something that was as stunning as you were.
…
When Bucky came home, he found you still in his jacket watching a movie on the couch.
“Hey, doll,” he smiled, sitting next to you on the couch.
“Hi, handsome. How was shopping?” you asked, instantly curling up to him.
“It was alright. I got you a little something…”
“You did?”
Bucky gave you the fancy bag which was stuffed with cream tissue paper. Curios, you sifted through to find the contents. You pulled out the three sets Bucky had bought. The first was a lovely babydoll with bows, lace and matching underwear in your favourite colour. The second was a silky nightie that could be worn with the underwear from the babydoll set. The third was a practical set that was still pretty while suiting your skin-tone. It also matched with Bucky’s jacket.
“Bucky, why did you get these for me? I mean, they’re beautiful but…”
You trailed off, feeling those insecurities take hold of you again.
“Like you. Y/N, I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, especially when you’re wearing my jacket but I wanted to get you something that made you feel that way… If you’re really not comfortable, I can take them back…”
You looked at the items Bucky had bought. He really must have put a lot of thought about this and it made you smile.
“I love them, Bucky. How about I give you a little fashion show?” you purred.
“I like the sound of that,” he smirked.
…
Bucky waited on the outside of your door as you put on one of the new things he bought. You decided on just the ordinary set, putting on the jacket. It kind of felt like a suit of armour but as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you felt like you maybe didn’t need it in that sense. The set felt comfortably and you felt, well… hot. All those little things that normally bothered you didn’t seem so bad because you were wearing something of the man you loved and something that he picked out just for you.
“How are you doing in there, doll?” Bucky asked from the other side of the door.
“You can come in now,” you chimed.
When Bucky walked in, his jaw dropped.
“What do you think?” you giggled, giving a twirl.
“Venus herself would be jealous… I knew I’d love it but the jacket really puts it above and beyond…”
You really, truly believed his words.
“How about I show you the others?”
“You can… after I’m done enjoying this one.”
You laughed as Bucky pounced on you, holding you close. As long as you had Bucky and his jacket, you felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. You couldn’t wait to go shopping with him next time.
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Director D
Medusa
Aphrodite
Burt Diamond
Bucky Lucas
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Aphrodite’s Rock
The Reader keeps bumping into Bucky on work trips, but they keep the relationship conversational. During a trip to Cyprus, they drift together again and take a turn for the sweeter.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings/Promises: swimming nude, Fluff, SMUT, oral (female and male receiving)
Word Count: 2830
Note: I didn’t swim, but I dipped my toes in the beach mentioned here a few weeks ago. It’s a beautiful spot and obviously inspiring. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Enjoy!
Your friends called him your ghost.
They never saw him. They knew his name but forgot it easily. It didn’t matter that he would find you when you were with them or brushed past them in a crowded room. He was a specter, a joke you insisted on playing.
“Come on, Y/N!” “Woohoo!” “Get it, girl!”
You gingerly walked your way over the pebble line before floating into the water. Cyprus had beautiful beaches, but you never could remember to have your swim shoes for their pebble-encrusted coasts. With a deep breath, you submerged to wet yourself all over. When you came up, opening your eyes, you focused on your goal ahead.
Aphrodite’s Rock.
It had been a destination joke that your friends encouraged. In mythology, Aphrodite was born when Cronus (the father of Zeus) was ordered by his mother to cut the balls off of his father, Uranus. They fell into the sea, and the “foam” (a cleansed detail that always made your friends giggle) bubbled up to create the goddess of love and beauty. She swam towards shore, alighting on a rock before continuing to land. Legend said that if you swam around that rock three times, you would be blessed by her with eternal beauty.
It wasn’t your style to half-ass anything.
With a wink, you submerged yourself up to your neck. You threw your swimsuit towards land a minute later. Helen, your roommate, caught it and lead the others into cheers and hoots, swinging the suit around as you headed off to swim.
For the end of May, beginning of June, the water was perfect. The current swirled with both cool drifts of water, and patches warmed by the sun. It glittered and foamed with gentle waves. The first lap was easy. You waved at your entourage on the shore to much fanfare. The second lap started to tax your limbs. Apparently, Aphrodite didn’t give away gifts easily. By the third, you were struggling to continue the circle around the rock against the current that had seemed to gentle before. But you made it. Triumphant, you swam towards shore.
“Well done!” “How’d you do that so fast?” “Can you feel it yet?”
Helen asked, “can you go back and do an extra lap for us?”
You treaded water, catching your breath. “I don’t think that’s how that works. Even then, it was a tough swim. If you want eternal beauty, you have’ta swim for yourself.” The girls booed, begging you to swim around again. Again, you declined.
With a twinkle in her eye, Helen tossed your swimsuit over her shoulder. “Then come on out, miss beauty. Show off what Aphrodite gave you.”
“What?”
“Come out of the water.”
You sank deeper. “Nuh-uh. Not without my suit.” Nerves chilled the water more than the current as they continued to taunt you. Helen took a few steps back, making you jolt. “Please give me back my swimsuit.”
“Come out and get it.”
To your dismay, they retreated up the beach to the tunnel that ran under the road. A shop and the parking lot sat at the top of it, but that was too far without a stitch to help you.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him. He was sitting on a lump made of sand and seaweed. Sensible pebble-crossing shoes, light but not loud beach-wear. And his baseball cap that struggled to hold all of his gorgeous brown hair. He stood, holding up the light jacket that had been at his side.
Before you could swim in his direction, Helen raced back. “Just kidding. Here’s your suit!” She tossed it high enough for you to catch it out of the air without having to move too much above water. The others showed up with your shoes, towel, most of your jewelry, and your phone to take your picture post-swim. They led you towards the tunnel. When you looked back, your ghost was gone.
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“He was there!”
Helen rolled her eyes. “Honestly, the way you go on about him!” She sucked her teeth. “If he saw you swim, then he knows we’re gonna use you to get free drinks tonight, right?” She pulled you into the Cypriot beach night-life, drowning out your answer.
Paphos was the real destination spot for tourists. It might well have been Panama City Beach for all the tourist-centered activities, but there were restaurants, gelato, and plenty of people to have fun with outside of your circle. The others had already found what looked like a bachelor’s party, so you joined in. Music washed over you, filling your veins with energy and an ich you would eventually need to scratch. The more the night wore on, the energy waned, and the inch settled into a disappointed hum.
You broke away from your friends for a breath of fresh air. At the dock, a cold forearm sat itself next to yours on the rail.
“How was the swim?”
You smiled, looking up at your ghost.
Bucky hadn’t changed a bit since you’d seen him last. It didn’t matter where you traveled for work, pleasure, or the fun places around your apartment, he could always find you when you needed a quiet friend. It should have been terrifying, but something about him made you more at ease than when you were with anyone else. He never made assumptions, never made a pass. The relationship was completely baggage-less conversation.
“It was lovely. A bit rough at the end, but I made it.” You bumped your shoulder into his. “Thanks for trying to save me.”
He looked off to sea. “I almost didn’t. Kinda wanted to see what Aphrodite had given you too.” He chuckled as you gasped and posed like you were covering yourself. “But I figured you rather swim out to sea than do that. I’m glad your friend reconsidered. My jacket probably wouldn’t have been big enough to contain all your glory.”
“Shut up.”
“No. Really. I think you’ve got a glow around you.”
“It’s probably sunburn.” You smiled as he laughed out loud.
“It’s not hard to get one around here, is it? Paphos is nothing but sun and hot sandy air.”
With a puff, you agreed. “Everybody wanted to rush from place to place. I kept having to beg to stop for water or shade. But today has been nice.” Gently, you leaned into him. “It’s good to see you again.”
“It’s good to see you too.”
Several minutes passed as you both silently listened to the waves. In the background, the nightlife carried on. But standing by Bucky, the world stood still except for the lapping of the waves against the pier. Without the sun, the formerly sweltering air turned chill. Bucky moved to your other side to wrap his flesh arm around your shoulders and to share his body heat. With a sigh, you rested your head on his chest.
“I should probably get back.”
“Probably.”
Another minute passed. A particularly loud song made the crowd cheer and sing along. You groaned and moved away from Bucky.
“Come with me.” You took his hand, trying to drag him towards the fun. It was like trying to move a boulder. “Please? One dance.” When he shook his head, you pouted. In a Hellenistic move, your eyes glittered with mischief. You leaned close to him, and whispered in his ear, “if you’ll dance with me, you can see me without my swimsuit on.”
Bucky gasped. He reached, but you were gone. Slowly you walked towards the club. He followed like a fish on a hook.
Inside, you waved at Helen and pointed at Bucky. She didn’t recognize him, as always, but cheered your catch. While Bucky went off to find a glass of water, she eventually made her way over to you.
“How’s that gift workin’ out for ya? Makin’ moves already; I’ve always envied your style.” She leaned on you and tossed an arm over your shoulder. “How do you manage it?”
“We can go back to the rock and swim around it tomorrow, if you’d like.”
She laughed. “Maybe. Will Aphrodite cure a hangover too?”
“Probably not. You’d have to find out where Dionysus hangs out.”
After calling you a nerd, she told you to make use of the hotel. There were enough men in the bachelor’s group (minus the bachelor) and nobody was going to need it. Even if somebody did, her parents had upgraded the group to a suite, so everybody had their own room. When she saw Bucky heading your way over your head, she wished you luck and made herself scarce before you could stop her. Another introduction missed.
Bucky handed you the glass. “That was Helen, right?”
“Mhmm. She’s convinced you don’t exist, but she also keeps dodging ever meeting you.”
“Someday.” Bucky let you finish the glass, then tugged you close. “About that dance… shall we?”
“Yes, please.”
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Grinding. Pulsing. Bucky couldn’t keep his hands off you all through the dance, and all the way to your hotel room. The new and exciting feeling of his touch made you yearn for more. His lips pressed hot on the back of your neck as a distraction. You struggled to open the door. He nudged you to one side, fitting the key in one try before swinging it open, and spinning you inside. It locked with a click and his lips were all over you again.
He let you push him onto the bed so you could slowly remove your clothes to the faint tempo throbbing from a floor below. When you were down to his skivvies, his hands flexed against his knees. But he didn’t reach. Didn’t plead to touch. You stepped closer, slipping one bra strap down your shoulder, then the other. Turning, you offered up your back and the clasp to his next move. His touch was tentative and tender. The tips of his fingers barely grazed your skin. Deftly, the clasp popped open. As the fabric dropped, you pushed fabric off your hips and let your panties fall off as well.
Only then did he reach. His hands, one warm flesh and the other cool metal, caught your hips, spinning you. Brilliantly blue eyes looked up at you, trapping you as he pulled you into his lap.
For never having taken this step, you both moved like old lovers.
Your fingers dug themselves into his hair while his spread across your back. He guided you to roll your hips until you were gasping. His lips gently pressed against the space between your breasts.
“I wanted to let you know,” he said, moving his hands to slid up your sides, “you’ve always been beautiful.” Flesh and metal kneaded your breasts. “You didn’t need the swim. Aphrodite doesn’t hold a candle to what you have naturally.”
“Careful, that kind of talk has gotten girls in trouble before.” You ducked your head in embarrassment. You knew too much mythology for your own good. “Sorry, I don’t mean to ruin the mood.”
His face lit up with a smile. “You haven’t. I love that you know so much about the world around you.” He pulled you down for a chaste kiss. “You know where you’re going. Where you’ve been. You probably remember more facts than the common person has a lifetime to forget.”
That last bit was tinged with a sadness you didn’t understand. There weren’t words. You acted on instinct. Dipping your fingers under the edge of his shirt, you smoothed them up his chest. He helped remove the fabric over his broad shoulders, baring an expanse of skin you had never seen before. The scar at his shoulder, where his prosthetic ended, caught your attention. Your fingers whispered over it. Bucky flinched, but he eased your fingers to touch the line. He was trusting you with all of him, even if you didn’t know his story.
Watching him, you slowly leaned down to kiss the scar. The last dregs of tension eased out of his body as you laid three kisses down.
Then his flesh hand was gripping your chin, forcing you to stay still as his heated kiss took over you. It may have been you that pushed him back into the sheets, but he rolled you over to your back. Tiny gasps and moans slipped out while he kissed down the hollow of your throat, nibbled on the center of your collar bone, and kissed down in a line between your throat and stomach. Your thighs fell open easily. Heated as you were, both of his hands were warm on your thighs, holding them apart, spreading you out for his gaze. It didn’t take him long to dive towards your sex. Like a starved man, he licked and sucked until you were keening. Then he added his fingers. They curled and scissored, setting a shiver across your body. Combined, his mouth and fingers made you cry out his name. You clawed at the sheets. Bliss overtook you.
Bucky was there, his blue eyes boring into yours as they reopened after your release. Giving you as much of a show as you had given him, he unhooked his belt, sliding it through the loops as your mouth watered. Two pieces of clothing had to drop before you could see his glory. You crawled to the edge of the bed. He made you sit there as he fisted his cock in his hand.
“Please, let me.” You gently batted his hands out of the way. Then you took up the same pace he had been using. Bucky groaned, tossing his head back and thrusting into your touch. While he was looking up, you leaned down and took the head into your mouth. He snapped to watch you. His mouth opened in an unshed gasp as your lips moved up and down his shaft. You gripped his hips, rubbing your thumbs into the dip of the V within your reach. Bucky moved your hair out of your face and away from obstructing his view. Soon, he was panting, groaning, and his thrusting had pushed you back towards the sheets. You braced your arms back, determined to make him feel equally as good as he had for you.
True to your wishes, he came with a shout, filling your mouth and spilling over your lips.
Your touches turned ravenous.
He pushed you up the bed, kissing as much of your skin as he could manage. You did the same, gripping his shoulders and leaving fingerprints. His hands spread, squeezed, moved you around so you couldn’t tell what was up or down. Soon, his hard cock was sliding through your slick, catching your clit and sending sparks up your spine.
“Need you. Please.”
“I’m right here.”
He filled you slowly. You arched, loving the sensation of his stretch of your walls. When he paused, you rolled your hips. Begging him to move. To take you.
“I’ve got you.”
The hotness of his breath on your neck puffed with his moans in time with his thrusts. Faster and deeper, he filled you, spearing int your sex with wild abandon. Your moans matched his increasing pitch. Your nails scratched down his back, making him arch, which pushed him further into you.
Everything was moving, pulsing, and you were heady with pleasure.
Bucky’s hips moved faster, fighting the stutter and making sure you were ready.
“Cum with me. I’m right. There!”
You cried out, your vision blurring and your body shuddering. He shouted, bracing himself on the headboard as he filled you. Slowly, he pushed a few last thrusts into you, making sure you took everything of his release, and he felt everything of yours.
With a grunt, he fell beside you. Both of you were panting, heaving. You shared a look. And burst into a fit of giggles. You leaned over, kissing his cheek.
“What took us so long?”
He didn’t reply. Just smiled and shook his head.
You were almost asleep when he moved out of the bed. He came back with a warm towel to clean you up and a glass of water. When he finally slipped back into to bed, pulling the covers over both of you, you swung an arm over his chest.
“Please be here in the morning.” You yawned. “I want to see you in the morning light.”
With a soft smile, he pushed a lock of hair out of your face. “No promises, Doll. But you’ll see me again.”
Sleep was creeping in. “Soon?”
“Soon.”
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You woke up alone the next morning, woken up by your roommates returning to the suite. But on your end table was a note and a present.
The ring you had lost at the beach.
“Until next time.”
You smiled. Slipping the ring on your finger, you began to get ready for the day, the trip back home, and considering where your job would take you next. And you daydreamed what “next time” would bring.
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Masterlist
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Other Happy Bucky Fics:
Sweetie Pie (S)
A Gift to Me (F, S, Christmas)
No One Will Notice (Professor!AU, S)
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes smut#marvel smut#marvel fanfiction#avenger smut#avenger x reader#aphrodite beach#aphrodite#greek mythology#cyprus
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tumblr is being a bitch right now so I can’t find my original post about a PJO stucky au but!! Having reread the first trials of apollo book I have firmly cemented my hc of Steve being a child of Athena with Sarah still being his mortal parent
#maria rambles#stevebucky#percy jackson#apollo says gods can just do whatever with their kids#and athena kids in particular are born from her brain or something like she was with zeus#also I refuse to assign Steve one of the big three I’m sorry#he needs his underdog background still#ends up in the Hermes cabin for years before he’s claimed etc#Bucky though. i go back and forth on Bucky#still like him as a son of hades if I’m being honest#especially with Nico and Hazel both being kids out of time and. y’know. haunted by tragic pasts#he’d fit right in with that crowd#Clint’s a son of apollo. Sam either apollo or Hermes. Natasha maybe Nemesis? or Aphrodite#my certainty ends there tbh
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My Bucky Barnes Masterlist
fluff💗 - smut❤️🔥 - angst🖤
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“you’ve bewitched me doll” 💗❤️🔥
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“Aphrodite” 💗❤️🔥
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“Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair” ❤️🔥
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“don’t fill your void with me” Pt. 1 🖤❤️🔥
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“don’t fill your void with me” Pt. 2 🖤❤️🔥💗
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"My Girl." 💗❤️🔥
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes smut#bucky angst#bucky barnes mcu#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky fanfic#bucky imagine#bucky smut#bucky x reader#buckynat#bucky fic#bucky barnes one shot#bucky#buckytony#bucky barnes drabble#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky x female reader#steve x bucky#bucky x you#bucky barns fanfiction#bucky barns x reader#bucky barns x y/n#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky barns imagine#bucky barns x you#sebastian stan x you#sebastian stan#sebastian stan x reader
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Mess it up : pt 6 (Series Finale)
Summary: Years ago he had let you go for your own good. But this time, he isn’t sure he can
Part of the Mess it up series
Pairing: brother’s best friend rock star Bucky x fem reader (Steve’s sister) (dual pov)
Warnings: MINORS DNI, SMUT AHEAD, masturbation (M ), oral (F receiving), fingering, overstimulation, Dirty talk? Cum play if you squint, possessive bucky.
Inspired by: Mess it up by Gracie Abrams
Notes: WE'RE AT THE END OF THIS SERIES!!! Oh my god I can't believe it. Thank you so, so much for all the love and appreciation you guys have shown to this <3. Thank you for bearing with my tardiness with the updating, I'm planning to be more punctual in the future. I'm also opening the asks shortly. Happy reading! (it's a long one),
Let it happen. Let it happen
Reader POV:
The conversation flowed seamlessly.
The food and the wine were sublime.
In front of you sat a man so beautiful, he surely would have been Aphrodite’s favourite.
And yet, you felt nothing. Not the flutter of a single butterfly, not the warm fuzz of budding attraction. Nothing. Nada.
Your brain did not compute, Pietro was a great guy. Good looking, kind, intellectual. On paper, he was a good, if not a perfect match for you.
And yet you could not feel that connection that your heart had been longing for. The notorious “spark” had been missing during the entire interaction.
You’re just out of practice, your brain reasoned, but your heart had a different opinion, in which you weren’t interested.
Suddenly, the hair at the back of your neck stood up, a warning of sorts. A warning your intuition gave you whenever he was around.
Surreptitiously you tried looking around, while slightly nodding your head to show your interest in whatever Pietro was talking about. A little more to your left…….
There he was. Dressed in leather, eyes dripping with dangerous enigma. Staring at you.
You held his heated gaze for what felt like sometime, your heart jumpstarting in your chest.
What is he doing here? And more importantly, why?
You turned your head back towards Pietro, who hadn’t noticed you were distracted, and tried your best to focus on him.
You had promised yourself while leaving the house that you won’t let Bucky ruin this date for you, and you won’t.
But the date itself went downhill from there. Sitting in front of Pietro, you realised how self-centred and smug he was. What you had clearly misjudged as confidence during your brief meeting, was most obviously narcissism. Not only had he not asked you a single question about yourself, he had rudely butted in whenever you tried to talk, hogging all of the conversation and making it about him.
Frankly, you were irritated. In between the ceaseless yammering from Pietro and Bucky’s heated gaze burning a hole in the back of your head, you were exhausted. By the time dessert arrived, you were ready to go home.
But of course, Mr. Self-absorbed Maximoff wasn’t having it.
“What do you mean you’ll be going home now? The night has just started Y/N. Tell you what, come back to my place, we’ll have a couple of drinks and then we can start having some fun.”
Alright, so being polite isn’t working, time to be direct with him and get this over with.
“I don’t think so Pietro. You’re cool and all, but I honestly do not see anything happening between us, based on today. So, let’s just call it a day, okay?” you had already paid your half of the bill, so you grabbed your bag, ready to leave. But just looking at his face, his male ego had been bruised, and he was ready to give you a piece of his mind.
Great. As if you already didn’t have enough of that all evening.
“Based on today? What are you talking about, we had a great date. Seriously what else do you expect on a first date?! What a waste of an evening! I was saddled with a boring, lacklustre date, a grandma really, and you don’t see me complaining….”
“Men” you thought. You were about to stand up and leave, ready to leave this man to spluttering to himself, when you felt an overbearing presence approach. You immediately knew who it was.
“Is that a way to talk to a lady?” Bucky asked, his voice low and gravelly.
“umm heyyy Bucky? How’s it going?” Pietro was surprised and probably intimidated by him, if you read his face correctly. If he had a bit of self-preservation, he would have left before Bucky would explode, but of course he had to keep talking about how long it’s been since he last saw him to divert his attention.
But the fuming 6ft boulder next to you was having none of that. “Apologise” he commanded, the danger in his voice palpable.
Pietro paled. “I’m sorry, What?”
“If you know what’s good for you, you will apologise to y/n for the way you talked to her, and leave before I kick your sorry ass.”
“How dare you threaten me….” Pietro was now stuttering, standing up to face Bucky, only to have his collar grabbed by the displeased man. The patrons of the bar were now very interested in this exchange, a few of whom had their phones out, recording the ordeal.
You were too tired for this shit, but also you couldn’t leave Bucky here, ready to break your date’s bones.
You tugged his arm to stop him from raining fire at Pietro through his eyes and look at you instead.
“I’m really tired and need a ride home. Drive me back. Please.”
His eyes immediately softened, his rage transforming into tenderness. You tried to ignore your heart going berserk and focus on the crisis at hand.
“Whatever you need, doll”
That endearment had you frozen. It was his nickname for you from years ago, used in secrecy, whispered in dark for your ears only.
The way he said it after so long, unbidden, in front of an audience, had rendered you speechless. You were too stunned to react even as he led you out of the bar by hand, cocooning you away from prying eyes.
Bucky’s POV
Bucky was angry. No, he was furious. Offended.
Not at you. never at you. but at himself. At the shitty situation he was in.
And most of all at Pietro Fucking Maximoff. How dare that son of a bitch talk to you like that. He hated that he left that turd unharmed, his hands still itching to punch that fucker’s smug face. If only it hadn’t been for you.
He looked over at you, lost in your own thoughts in the passenger seat, understandably upset, but also pensive. What would he not give to know what you were thinking.
Did you like Pietro? Were you hoping to get asked out to another date, and he ruined it?
He didn’t dare voice his questions though. As soon as the car stopped you jumped out, slamming the door behind you. normally, Bucky won’t let this slide, but right now the well being of his beloved car was the last thing on his mind as he ran behind you, tossing the keys to the doorman.
He entered the elevator right behind you, but kept his silence as he didn’t want his neighbours in there have a show. As soon as you both entered the apartment, you hurried towards your room, a frantic Bucky in tow.
“Y/N LISTEN TO ME! LET’S TALK ABOUT IT.” He wedged his foot between the door and the frame as you tried to shut it on him. “Y/N HEAR ME OUT FOR GOD’S SAKE!”
Thank goodness Steve and Natasha were sleeping at her place tonight, or that would be another headache to deal with.
He heard you take a deep, calming breath and slowly the door opened.
“Yes, James, what would you like to talk about?” you asked, your eyes burning with rage, “How you crashed the first date I’ve had in years? Or how you viciously threatened a friend of mine, and yours, publicly, with bodily harm?”
You took a step forward, reducing the distance between you even further “Or maybe you can shed some light on why the hell were you there in the first place?”
Bucky remained quiet, a thousand things swirling in his mind, but none of them came to his lips.
He was genuinely scared of this version of you, the menacing lawyer you who’d rip her opposition to shreds. And to be honest, a little turned on. Very turned on in fact.
Trust his brain to malfunction when it comes to you.
“You wanted me to hear you out, I’m listening James.”
Your eyes bore into his, and he could feel his heart trying to escape his chest.
“I was in that Bar to see you, doll.”
Bucky could’ve easily lied, told you that he was there to see someone, that Sam brought him there. But he was done. Done with lying to you, to the world, hiding the love he had for you deep in his heart as if it were a filthy secret when it was the purest thing he ever felt.
From now on, this very moment, he’s shedding that cloak, baring his soul to you.
You looked surprised at his statement but recovered quickly, “Why?”
“Because I didn’t trust that fucker with you. he doesn’t deserve you.”
“And it matters to you, why?”
“Everything you do matters to me. Every breath you take, that air matters to me. Every time you open your eyes, that light matters to me. Each time you speak, that sound matters to me. You matter to me. You’re the only person that has ever mattered to me. Only you doll.” His voice wavered with emotion, but he stood straight, staring right back into your now teary eyes.
He knew you were scared, he could see it in your eyes, but Bucky wasn’t going anywhere. He would endure
You shook your head multiple times before you could speak, “No. no no no no no no, you can’t do this to me again, no. I’m not falling for that again, no. I can’t trust you, there no way to know … no”
You crumbled into him, clutching your heart. He held on to you tightly, even when you started pounding weakly onto his chest. He was never letting you go.
“Let me show you, my love. Let me show you how much I’ve ached for you all these years” he moved back so he could see into your eyes, “Let me show you that you can trust me.”
It started with a small brush of your lips against his. Bucky did not know who did it, he didn’t care. All he cared for was the animalistic desire welling up inside him, his heart and mind screaming with relief. What began as a tender, comforting kiss turned into a fierce war of dominance. You were nothing if not competitive, kissing Bucky back as if he’s your last chance at survival.
He tugged your lower lip; you pulled his hair. You pushed your tongue in his mouth; he tangled it with his.
It was an equal transaction of desperation and longing, and Bucky’s heart rejoiced. You were fighting, not resisting, which meant that you were burnt by the same fire that had consumed him for the past four years.
Your hands wandered down from his hair to his neck to finding the muscles on his back until they reached their destination, the hem of his t-shirt. You impatiently tugged on it, pulling it up his waist. Bucky got the hint, and without thinking, broke the kiss off to get rid of it. And froze.
He was half naked, his chest bare, his magnificent abs on display. But that wasn’t what concerned him. It was the way you were looking at the scars on his left shoulder, the stump where his metal arm was joined to his shoulder socket. Bucky had never cared what anybody thought of it, but seeing you look at it terrified him. What if you were horrified by it; disgusted? What if you thought of him as some charity, as a chore?
Bucky knew he wasn’t good enough for you, but if heard you say it out loud, it would kill him.
You lifted your hand to shoulders, your fingers lightly tracing the ragged lines, that were still red, even after years of medication. Tears rimmed his eyes when you bent down to kiss them, your tongue repeating your finger’s actions. When you raised your head to look at him, full of tenderness and love, all the negative thoughts in Bucky’s head vanished, replaced by reverence for his doll
“Y/N” he whispered.
“Don’t hide yourself Bucky, not from me.” He was too emotional to register that it was your first time calling him Bucky in so many days, but the sound of his name from your mouth aroused a primal, protective, almost violent emotion.
There is no way he is letting you go now. It isn’t physically possible for him.
He grabs you like a frenzied caveman, throwing you onto the bed with surprising gentleness and buries his head in your neck, sucking, biting and licking, ensuring that your neck is marked with his devotion for you. his hand, in the meantime, travelled down to your chest, caressing your breasts. His tongue laved on one nipple, while his metal fingers lightly pinched the other. The opposing hot and cold sensations made you dizzy, a wanton moan slipping out.
“BUCKY” you whined, wriggling your body as he worshipped your breasts.
“Calm down, sugar. You don’t want me tying you down to the bed, now do you?” he said in this sweet, maddeningly low voice that he knew drove you to the brink, and slowly made his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses. His lush lips were swollen already, but he didn’t care. For years he had starved for your taste, and now that he’s getting a bite, he’s gonna devour you all.
With this new determination he slinks down to your thighs, kissing the scattering of hair on your mound before sinking into that sweet perfection between your legs. He took a deep breath, inhaling your arousal, your whines growing more insistent, begging and pleading him to do something, anything about the burning craving in your belly.
“You’re fucking soaked for me doll.” He said, gliding his fingers through your slit, collecting your dripping arousal . He couldn’t resist putting his fingers into his mouth, tasting that sweet tangy essence of your desire. He moaned, loud , as if it was the most delicious this his tongue had ever tasted.
You looked on, your eyes dazed by this shameless side of the well mannered Bucky Barnes. It had been so fucking long since you’d seen him this uninhibited, you sometimes wondered whether it was your brain making up how filthy he used to be.
But right here, right now, was the truth. James Buchanan Barnes was the filthiest, nastiest lover ever, and he was about to ruin you, again.
He slowly licked your slit, relishing in the feel of it. And then, after a calm second, pounced on your pussy like a mad man.
He kissed and sucked your clit, his flesh hand busy with your pussy while his metal one curled around your thigh, spreading it wide and keeping you still. His index finger slowly inching in your tight entrance. His brain short circuited at the feel of you around his finger, his cock throbbing painfully at the thought of being in you.
“Look at you doll, so tight, so wet. I’d have to stretch you out now, don’t I?” He added another finger, scissoring them inside you, earning a particularly loud moan from you. Bucky was sure by this time he had rendered you to your cockdrunk state. It was a thing you did, retreating to your subspace as he drew out pleasure from your body.
The thought that you still trusted him him enough to leave your guard down like this drove him crazy. “You want more baby?” he implored, digging his metal fingers in your skin so that you’d become lucid enough to answer him, but you were too far gone, lost in the sensations of him.
Just then an idea hit him, he extracted wet warm fingers from your pussy, eliciting a cute whine from you, and switched hands, pushing his metal fingers past your entrance.
The unfamiliar feel and cold temperature of the metal jerked you out of your haze, a surprised welp coming out of your mouth as he smirked, bending down to give you a messy kiss. He kept bombarding your mouth, nose and cheeks with sweet open-mouthed kisses, just as he increased the pace of his fingers pumping into you faster and harder, curving them to brush your G-spot in a way he had learned to years ago. His thumb rubbing cool slow circles on your clit.
Unbeknownst to you, Bucky was rutting on your thigh, his still clothed cock dripping with pre-cum, finding sweet relief while hem focused on your shivering, writhing body. He knew by the intensity of your moans and the clenching of your pussy that you were close, you just needed something extra to tip you over the edge. And boy, did Bucky know how to do that.
He knelt back to your pussy, lightly taking your clit between his teeth while his tongue swirled on it. It was enough to push you over the edge, and you screamed out as a powerful orgasm ripped through you. Bucky didn’t let go though, doing it over and over again even as your pussy was convulsing around his fingers, until you came again with a frightening intensity.
Reader’s POV
You’d almost passed out, unaware of your surroundings, unaware that Bucky was jerking himself off as you lay there, the sight of you bare and blissfully satisfied more than enough for him to chase his own release. You’d closed your eyes, ready for a much-needed sleep, when you dimly registered his loud moan and a warm spurt on your abdomen. You drifted to your dreams with him whispering in your ears, of how much he loves you, of how he’ll never let you go, of how he’ll bring the world to your feet, if you let him.
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Your eyes fluttered open to harsh sunlight seeping from the window. You tried to keep them closed, to stay in that heavenly state for a little bit more before the reality comes crashing in. but when you finally couldn’t, your heart started palpitating with realization.
You were naked, nestled comfortably in Bucky’s arm, who naked as well, gloriously so. Last night came rushing back to you, of how he make you cum so many times on his face and fingers, how he came so filthily on you then. How he woke you up in the middle of the night just to kiss you again, make promises with his tongue and fingers.
Fuck ! you were screwed. The only way your brain could function normally right now was if you put some distance between the two of you.
You tried to pry yourself from his arm, hot and heavy over your waist, his warm breath coming down the back of your neck. This is the thing that you have craved the most all these years, the peaceful home in his arms, the comfort of knowing that there’s a place in this world where you can be soft and fragile.
But can you, really?
Wasn’t all the pain and heartache you’ve suffered because you were weak, vulnerable, breakable, for him?
There no fucking way you’ll allow that to happen, not when the life you have sleeplessly worked towards is finally within your reach, you will not squander it over this man, not again, not when he didn’t care about the first time around.
With some difficulty you’re able to get out of his hold, only for him to whine adorably in his sleep. Quickly you pull down his discarded black T-shirt over your head. Since the both of you were in your room, you had to be super quiet about getting your bag, which had a few of your necessities, most importantly your laptop. You crept in the washroom and the adjoining closet, collected your toiletries and clothes as quietly as you could and stuffed them in there. You’d care about orderliness later.
But right when you thought you could tiptoe you way out of this mess, He is awake, sitting against the headrest, the pout on his sleep mussed face betraying his displeasure.
“You sneaking out on me Doll?” His husky morning voice melting your inside, before you tamp it down.
“I have to….leave. Something came up” You lie through your teeth, too flustered to even make it convincing enough.
“I wonder what exactly could be so urgent that required you to leave the bed without a word, and pack your bag, all in a span of five minutes?” His eyebrow arched, guilt streaming your mind. You’d definitely be hurt if it was him doing the same, but how could you stay? In the same room, the same bed with the same man who’d once ruined you. Sure, the past few days were beautiful, your heart alive with hope.
But the fear of him crushing it was too overwhelming. Overwhelming enough for you to let your mask out stoicism slip, baring your terrified self to him.
“I can’t do this Bucky” you said quietly, your voice breaking as you were at the edge of tears.
Within a second, he was there, holding you as you broke down, finally letting your years of supressed angst and heartbreak pour out in front of your culprit. It was cathartic, painful, relieving and sickening.
He held you through it, as you cried, as you hit him on his chest multiple times. When the sobs stops quaking your body, you finally turned to see his tears, his eyes and nose reddened, his face scrunched in pain.
“Let me make it better, Baby.” He pleaded. “Give me one chance and I will make it better my sweet girl. Let it happen.”
Your wounded heart whimpered, deep down knowing that his was the only salve that will soothe it. the words “Yes, I will” were sitting on the tip of your tongue, but years of hurt and insecurity made you sceptical. What happens when you give in to him? What happens when his discards you again? when your relationship has lost its novelty?
“Loving you was difficult Bucky. The secrets we kept, the lies we told, it was super challenging. But learning to unlove you? that has to be the toughest damn thing I’ve ever had to do. I have been trying to do just that for the past four years. And I’ve still not succeeded. Don’t make it more difficult. Please Bucky.” A few more sobs whacked you as you tried to get away from, death grip on your bag as you slowly turned towards the door.
“We can forget that this ever happened. I’ll go to San Francisco; I’ll handle Steve too. You can go on with your life and I will go with mine.” You repeated the same words he had told you all those years ago. You cursed your voice for quivering, as you prepared yourself to leave him, once again.
Bucky stood up straight, rubbing the tears from his face. His voice had recovered its timbre as he spoke, “You wanna go Doll? Fine. Go. You can go to San Francisco, to London, Fuck it baby, you can go to the fucking arctic. Go wherever, but there ain’t no way I’m forgetting this. Us. And I sure as hell won’t let you forget. Because I’ll follow you, all ‘round the Earth if that’s what it takes to earn you again.” He took a step towards you, his eyes burning with passion and determination. “I’ll leave all of this, everything, I’ll leave my name if I have to, but I’m not backing off, not when I know that you crave this as much as I do.”
“If you don’t have the courage to take the leap, that’s okay baby. Cause I will dive in, just for you.”
“Why?” Its all you could muster up.
“Because a life without you my love, is not a life worth living.”
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My Heart Will Wait
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Male!Reader
Summary: Steve likes you a lot, he doesn't know if you like him back
Word Count: 617
Request: Can I please request a Steve rogers x male reader who’s tony Starks son and Steve has a crush on him but doesn’t know if Tony’s son is even into him bc tony is a playboy and his son has a similar reputation
Steve had to really get over his crushes on the Starks.
Though, it wasn't your fault that you and your family line have been blessed by the Goddess Aphrodite.
Steve has a type.
But, his current fixation was on you. The smart and dapper youngest Stark. Though, you weren't that young anymore. You were an adult with great ambitions, you want to see the work and hopefully take on the family business.
You were the crush of Steve Rogers, and admittedly he feels just a bit pathetic about it. The Starks has a reputation, the big shot of America, and one of the few families that people were invested in. You cared only about yourself and your family, and Steve sees you like your dad.
A playboy.
You like to be flirty with anyone you come across that was your type, but what he doesn't know is that you gave up that image years ago. You were like your dad, unhinged and off the rails during your college days, but you've matured and grown.
"You're quiet," Bucky says, leaning against the back of the armchair that Steve was occupying, "So, what's bothering you?"
"I'm not bothered about anything."
"Hm, by the sound of it, there is, and as your best friend what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Steve looks at him with a disappointed look as Bucky stares back with a pointed look. Steve elected to ignore his best friend and turn his attention back to his sketchbook as Bucky sighs in defeat before promptly plopping down on the sofa next to the armchair.
There was silence.
"So, when are you going to admit that you have a crush on (Y/n)?"
Steve chokes on his breathing then snaps his head to look at Bucky.
"I don't-"
"Then, why did you react like that?"
Steve flushed red, before ducking his head down to look at his sketchbook, was it that obvious that he was interested in you that everyone else could tell?
"Don't worry, (Y/n) is as oblivious as a cat."
"Cats are observant, they pretend not to be."
Bucky simply smiles as Steve cannot help but bury his face in his hands. He wanted the floor to swallow him up.
"Great, of course he knows," Steve exclaimed, "I don't think he evens like me! Especially-"
"Almost killing his dad."
"I wasn't going to outright say it."
Bucky shrugs his shoulders, finding it funny at his friend's despair, "It's not that all bad, I think (Y/n) has gotten over that."
"Even if he did," Steve stressed out before straightening his back and leaning back into the armchair, "He doesn't like me back, he has other people that he likes."
"Have you asked him?"
"Have you ever asked a girl if they liked you back?"
"Yeah."
Steve looks at his best friend in disbelief, no wonder Bucky was able to get a lot of dates back in the old days, he just doesn't have that same confidence. You are a pretty boy, and whilst he was the face of America, he just couldn't compare to you.
You had people queuing up to date you, and you could pick anyone to make you happy, Steve didn't think he could be that person. Even if he does get with you, you could just find him boring and find another person to fill that hole in your heart.
"Try talking to him at least, you've been avoiding him for the past two weeks he's starting to think you hate him now."
Bucky was right, he's usually right. Steve just needs to bite the bullet and muster all the courage he can. After all, he won't know until you give him the answer.
#steve rogers x male!reader#steve rogers imagine#avengers x male reader#avenger imagines#avenger x reader#x male reader
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Forged in Love
Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader
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Part 9
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When you returned, you filled Athena in, per her insistence. You didn’t tell her everything, saving some just for yourself. She was very encouraging, saying that this seemed a wise match. You had tentatively thought so as well but hearing it confirmed by the goddess of wisdom helped to seal matters in your mind. The only thing stopping you was that you still didn’t know him very well, he was very guarded, though you knew enough to know he was more open with you than anyone. And that made you feel really good. Funny how you were the goddess of feelings (more or less), yet this guarded man who didn’t let anyone in made you feel better than all those who constantly tried. The irony was not lost. It was funny to you how you had thought he was a recluse who was not worth anyone's time, whenever you thought about him which wasn't much, until you met him just once. However, was this a good idea? Rushing into a marriage with someone who you hardly knew, even if he seemed like the best option? Was another god you knew better a good idea? You were running out of time.
“The truth is, you don’t have much time to decide. Hera likes the idea and would bless this marriage. I am unsure if she would bless anyone else for you. And though her marriage isn’t something to aspire to, her blessing is still very much needed.” Athena had told you, after you confessed your doubts.
“I understand that, but is he too good to be true?”
“Everyone is on their best behavior in the beginning to be sure, but you know the other gods and they are not options.”
“But what if he turns out to be the worst of them all?” You were starting to panic.
“It is true you do not know him well, but what does your heart say? You of all of us would know best if love can be found from the both of you.” You were silent for a moment, unsure what the truth was. You thought you knew the answer but were scared in case you were wrong. The last thing you wanted was to be trapped and even if he was a wonderful choice, you were still being forced regardless.
“Listen to me, my friend.” She started again. “You can talk to him and make it clear what you expect once you are married. If not love, something where you do not hate each other. Find an agreement you can both live with so being together is not a nightmare. I don’t want to see you wither away like Hera.” She gave you a sad smile, and hugged you then left. You had a lot to think about.
A few weeks had passed and you realized that no matter what, this was going to happen. So you needed to talk to Hephaestus and make sure you were on the same page like Athena had suggested. He had agreed to meet at his forgery once again, not liking to leave and though you felt at a disadvantage you knew the location wouldn’t matter; the conversation was going to be difficult regardless.
“Hello Hephaestus” You started, a little awkwardly. He had brought you to another balcony overlooking yet another lovely piece of land that stretched for miles. You mused to yourself how lovely it would be to spend many days out here.
“What can I do for you?” Not one to beat around the bush, not that you had expected it of him.
“Honestly, it is a little awkward, but I think we need to talk about this forced marriage.” His expression darkened just a bit, or maybe you imagined it.
“What about it?” He asked, in a deeper, not as friendly tone.
“I guess I wanted to make sure that this is what you want, and if it is, what our expectations of it are.”
“Expectations?”
“Yes.”
“Such as?” He lifted an eyebrow. His was an intense gaze, and the only one you ever felt the need to shy away from. Any other god you could flirt your way around it, but not him. You couldn’t be fake with him, even if you tried. And you didn’t want to
“I am not naive to think that though we are… getting along right now, that we still don’t know each other very well. And I don’t want to wake up one day knowing that not only do me and my husband not get along, but that we could hate each other.” Again no expression. What you would give to know his mind.
“Like my mother.” Interesting that this was the first time you had heard him refer to Hera as mother.
“Yes.” You hated to admit it, but you feared turning into her one day. Locked away, barely surviving, hated by her husband, respected by none. The thought alone made you shudder.
“What is it that you want of me?”
“I want…that is I-” You didn’t know what to say.
“Do you want a companion? A friend?” He took a step closer.
“Well yes, but-” Another step.
“You want someone who you can get along with and live amicably with?” Another step. He was so close you could reach up and kiss him if you wanted. The thought shocked you. Where had that thought come from? And why was it the only one in your mind?
“Or do you want passion, love, fire?” His eyes bore into your own. You would be lying if you said you didn’t like the intensity.
“I am the goddess of love, of course I want that.” You whispered.
“And you are worried you won’t find that…with me?” You couldn’t read his emotions but thought that maybe there was some sadness in his eyes.
“I’m scared, Hephaestus.” He nodded, smiling sadly, and began to back away. The moment you couldn’t feel his heat you reached for and grabbed both his arms to which he instantly tensed up. But you noticed he didn’t back away. “I am scared that I won’t yes, but having met you, I am scared that I might actually get all that I want.” He slowly brought his arms to wrap around yours. “I am scared that you are too good to be true and once this.. Connection, this spark dies down, we will be left with nothing. So my hope is that at the very least we can live together amicably, as you say. That I won’t hate my very existence knowing that you grow tired of me. That I am not at all what you want. That you will resent me for forcing you into this marriage.” You hadn’t admitted half of this to yourself and yet it was all the truth. He had a way of making you be honest with yourself, a good trait since love can blind.
“This is what bothers you?” He searches for more but does not find it.
“Yes.” You barely whisper.
“Then let me tell you my fear.” No sound could be heard, you held your breath knowing that whatever he was about to say would change everything.
“I fear that you are going into this blindly. That you see an option that is the best of the worst, and will quickly change your mind and feelings. That you will see me for what I am.” It had hurt you to know he thought you so trivial but you knew that it was also in your nature; you were emotional and emotions change and are fleeting.
“I know that I am trivial, but I have changed a lot. I cannot promise I won’t become more sound, that is who I am; I am Emotion. But I can tell you that love will not change. Will I get upset, go crazy? Most definitely. But love..that does not change.” You knew whether you loved him or not, but knew it was not the time to say yes or no to it. “And I do see you for who you are.” You could tell he wanted to pull away, so you moved closer, so that the rest of your bodies were practically touching.
“I see a man who has so much more to offer than others see. More than he himself sees. A man who would help out a complete stranger and have next to no expectations of her. Someone who is always doing things for others and thinks he deserves nothing in return. I see a man with so much to offer but is so humble. I see a man that I could easily love.” His coal eyes had a flicker of fire and you thought it was the most beautiful thing.
“Is that truly what you see?” He asked in such a vulnerable way, your heart ached.
“I see so much more.” Your hand reached to cup his face. He visibly relaxed, closing his eyes for a moment.
“Then I think your fears are unfounded.” You smiled.
“I think yours are too.”
#Forged in Love#aphrodite x hephaestus#Hephaestus!Bucky#hephaestus greek god#hephaestus x aphrodite!reader#Hephaestus#aphrodite!reader#Aphrodite#Greek Mythology#greek fanfic#Greek Myth Fanfic#greek myth retellings
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so um, so maybe i'm addicted to prompt generators. that might be a thing. hm. *screeches into the void*
rating: T
wordcount: 1342
tags: fluff, crack, established relationship, bearded Steve because i've got a soft spot for him, general silliness, dorks in love, domestic bliss, aaand that's it i think
If life was fair, and not plotting to give Bucky an inappropriate boner in the middle of a crowded beach, then for once Steve might deign to look like an average guy enjoying a hot summer day with his man, rather than, you know, put to shame the rest of humankind with his luxuriant, marble-carved, sexy lumberjack league, mouth-watering presence.
But nope.
He walks out of the ocean with seafoam lapping longingly at his ankles, looking for all the world like Aphrodite and Magic Mike had hot writhing sex right there on the shore, without ever getting a single grain of sand in any uncomfortable places, and nine months later he happened, with his thick thighs and his tapered waist, and droplets of saltwater gliding down the slick planes of his torso like liquid diamonds. Which Bucky will abstain from licking off Steve’s skin, not because he’s feeling especially strong today, no – just so they don’t end up charged with public indecency. Again.
Steve’s face, though, as he splashes eagerly towards him, is the face of a kid who just spent the better part of an hour frolicking about in the water, flushed and animated, ecstatic, and bearing the promise of one hell of a nap sometime in the near future.
He seizes Bucky by the waist with his big wet paws, and presses a victorious kiss to Bucky’s mouth, nearly causing him to drop his ice cream bar – yes, the one Bucky bought just so he’d have an excuse to step back and enjoy the newly familiar sight of Steve Rogers having the time of his life, in the most joyful, delightfully mundane of ways.
He should get to be this carefree every day. Bucky feels very strongly about that.
“Come back in, honey, come on,” Steve cajoles, wearing the biggest, goofiest grin Bucky’s seen on him since the day he caught this very man hurtling down their driveway on a hoverboard at breakneck speed. It would have taken some pretty heavy divine intervention for him not to go crashing straight into the trashcans – and God must have thought it wasn’t worth the hassle, if the big oaf was just going to pick himself up and try again anyways.
“In a minute,” Bucky promises him. Because, while there might be a universe out there where he’s actually capable of denying this guy something he wants, it’s definitely not this one.
“Come on, the water’s great!” Steve presses on, his meaty hands squeezing gently at Bucky’s waist, deliciously cool against Bucky’s sun-warm skin. He’s like a big puppy begging for another treat, buzzing with energy, glowing with it from the apples of his flushed cheeks to the sparkling blue of his eyes. He is, for lack of a better word, fucking. precious.
Bucky slides his free hand up Steve’s chest, metal fingers stroking appreciatively over the dark whorls of his chest-hair. It’s ridiculous, how quickly he’s ready to give in.
“At least let me finish my ice cream, first,” he says, waving the thing under Steve’s nose. He could swear Steve’s ears perk up, like he’s only just noticed the stick in Bucky’s hand.
“Oh,” he says, and it’s a pleased kind of oh. “Can I have some?”
“’course. Here.”
Rather than passing the ice cream over to him, Bucky just lifts it to Steve’s lips, inviting him to take a bite.
Eyes crinkled with some secret pleasure, Steve leans in. The thin chocolate shell breaks with a crisp, satisfying crunch under his teeth, the creamy vanilla filling kissing his bottom lip and lingering there, helpless, until Steve collects it with a slow sweep of his tongue, never one to leave someone behind. The soft mmh he releases goes straight to Bucky’s gut, warming him from deep within.
He smiles, like he’s been trying to hold back and he just can’t help himself anymore. “Is it good?”
Steve gives him the Look – the one he gets in his eyes sometimes, when the toe-curling intensity of his gaze tells Bucky that he’s thinking about them – them in their bedroom, stumbling their way through the door with groping hands and tangled legs, laugh slipping into moan slipping back around into laugh, or on the kitchen counter, making the cabinets shake and the bag of sugar spill everywhere, or in the broom closet, caught by a mid-morning frenzy like they were last Saturday, quick and frantic and muffling each other’s moans, as if somebody might have walked in on them any second. And they’re in public, so Steve can’t do anything about it; but Bucky can tell he’s filing away all the words he wants to say and saving them for later, when he can lavish them straight onto Bucky’s sweat-slick skin.
“’S nice,” Steve rumbles, gaze dropping to Bucky’s lips for a long, deliberate moment. “But I know something better.”
A sweet shiver rolls down Bucky’s spine. “Do you, now.” He palms the side Steve’s neck, thumb circling over the delicate skin behind his earlobe, and pulls Steve to him, meeting him halfway into the kiss. Steve’s lips part gloriously for him, the hot caress of his tongue slipping the taste of chocolate and vanilla into Bucky’s welcoming mouth, spiked by a thrilling hint of salt.
A few drops of saltwater drip from Steve’s beard to land on Bucky’s bare chest, and from there trickle down his stomach, skirting his navel to soak into the waistband of his swim trunks, following a path Steve himself has traced with the tip of his tongue many a time.
Only too soon, Steve nudges his chin into Bucky’s own, pulling away, and Bucky chases his lips for one last peck before he lets go.
Steve looks back at him, eyelashes fanning darkly, thick with moisture. His eyes come alive with his smile, gleaming with the pure, blinding joy behind it. Openly adoring, they are, in a way Bucky couldn’t perceive any more clearly if Steve were spelling it out for him. He thinks Steve knows (how deeply, desperately) he feels the same way. He thinks he should tell Steve more often, just in case.
“You gonna join me, then?” Steve asks, all sun-kissed freckles and hopeful eyes, hands giving Bucky’s hips a playful little wiggle. Silly man. Bucky would reach up and pluck the sun out of the sky for him, if he only asked.
Bucky grins, and hopes it doesn’t scandalize any onlookers, with how obscenely fond it must be. “What about my ice cream, though?”
The curl of Steve’s mouth turns unexpectedly mischievous.
“Just hold it out of the water,” he says, and with no further ado, he swoops in to hook one arm behind Bucky’s knees and hoists him up, startling an undignified squeal out of him.
“What–! ”
Steve beams down at him, an almost manic glint in his eye. “Let’s go!”
And with the enthusiasm of an excited golden retriever, he goes bounding towards the glittering waves, kicking up wet sand behind them. Bucky grabs onto his broad shoulders, partly just to feel the firm muscle there, and partly out of a last-minute sense of self-preservation.
“Steve!” He calls out, laughter ripped out of his chest, sudden and shocking, as they splash a bunch of shrieking children on their path. “Put me down, you punk-ass manchild–”
“Nope,” says Steve, relenting only once the water’s reaching up to their chests. There, he stops, swaying gently with the tide, and shifts Bucky in his arms until he’s got Bucky’s legs wrapped around his middle, gathering him close. “I’m your ride for the day.”
And how could Bucky ever object to that? The ocean dances sweet and placid around them, warm under the midday sun, and the man he loves wants him here, tucked in the circle of his arms.
“Fine,” he says, pressing the word to Steve’s lips with a slow kiss. Fine, have it your way.
His last coherent thought, before Steve licks expertly into his mouth, is that they might not escape the public indecency allegations today, after all.
#stucky#stevebucky#rillers scribbles#why yes i do think my writing gets progressively dumber xD#can't help it#the braincell loves these boys#the braincell is trying its best#the braincell is probably going to take a break for the next 2837445098 years given my history#just wanted to exploit it a little bit before that happens
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ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
pairing: ares!bucky x aphrodite!reader
warnings: forced arranged marriage, angst, cheating, liberties with greek mythology canon (i.e. i do what i want with the canon), smut (18+), oral (female receiving), possessiveness, breeding kink, penetrative sex (p in v), angst
inspired by the myth of ares and aphrodite's affair
He walked past those golden gates in glorious armour tainted with blood which rolled quickly onto the grounds, staining the pureness of the home of the gods with the blood of its bastard and that who represented all which was sung in heroic epic poems. The blood of who was meant to be the pure essence of courage and war - yet, unlike his sister, he was never to be known as the tactile, intelligent general. No, he was brutality and blood lust. He was the emotionless soldier and like one, he was no longer cheered on as he returned from war. He was disliked, hated by all his siblings and even his own parents - he was not the rewards of war or even the heroism at the end, he was the brutality and the blood which now stained his face. Everyone sneered at him as he passed by, his helmet dropping as he wished to merely disappear for the evening.
Blood or how it stained no longer bothered him anymore, his pale hands had stained from so many people which had been slayed and despite the handsome looks inherited from his own mothered, these appeared almost deformed. Almost as if no one this vile, this brutal should look handsome, sculpted even.
- Did you win? - a melodic voice played through the room as the satin golden curtains of his room where pushed.
If James considered himself handsome, he knew of no words to describe the woman who stood in front of him, dressed in light fabrics with flowers decorating her hair. She playfully moved through the curtains, a small smile on her face as she finally showed herself completely to him, a white cloth dangling from her hand.
- I always win. - his voice came rough from battle cries yet her face didn’t stray away from softness. - Shouldn’t you be basking in marital bliss?
- There’s nothing to be basking on. - she knelled by his side and started to wipe the fresh blood of his face. - I am not one to be particularly found of marriage itself.
- Aren’t you supposed to be the goddess of love or something?
- Marriage is not love.
- How can someone not fall in love with you, fairest of all women to ever have been dreamed. - he put his hand over hers which was resting on his face.
She looked at him with uncertainty. It was no secret for any god in the pantheon that he carried affection for the goddess of love and beauty herself. He never cared for any other goddess’ charms or most mortals, he was much too busy being an iron fist for his father’s trials. However, she, she was different. The softest most beautiful of women didn’t look at him like everyone else, she didn’t look in horror or in fear. She merely treated him with kindness and softness, always having a kind word to say or a smile to give. The blood didn’t bother her and sometimes he wondered if there was a bubbling sense of war inside of her either - the rumours grew large about it.
- I bring love, I don’t receive it for myself.
- Does your husband not dote on you? - his blue eyes looked into hers and for the first time she avoided his look. She wasn’t a particularly good liar when it came to him.
Truth was he did not dote on her. She was not to be a loving wife, she was to be a prize, a happy gift from the God of gods to the one who was most ignored. She was a prize and her husband was happy to parade her around for everyone else to see, enjoyed her title as his wife, but he didn’t want her for any more than that. She could only entertain herself with mortal love stories and toying with them so much.
- I am not a normal woman. - she chose to reply. - It’s not a normal wedding.
- I am not a normal man, Aphrodite. - he stood up. - Yet, if you were my wife, there would not be a single minute of any hour where you wouldn’t be doted upon.
- I do not need adoration. I have ... I have my followers and those who pray for me to help them fulfil their romantic pursuits.
- Shall I pray to you then, my goddess?
- Don’t start that again. You know we cannot.
Anger bubbled within him, anger from being overlooked, for not receiving that which should’ve been his own happiness. He’d done the hard working expecting nothing until the day she’d appeared in his life and she was all he wanted - yet, here she was, long gone.
- We were supposed to be. You ... - he clenched his fist attempting to calm himself but failing. - I did everything just so you could be mine. So that my father would be pleased and allow you to be my wife, so I ...
- James. - she called him his name, not the one mortals had given him or his parents called him. His name, the one he chose, the one he’d rather hear. If he was called by it, he was no longer god of war and courage, he was just a man, no less feeling than the ones who worshipped him. - Please don’t dwell on things you cannot change.
- All the blood I spilled and all the lives I’ve claimed have all been in your name. - he knelled in front of her as if she were the goddess of all gods. Perhaps she could be in her rage, outside the loving energy she’d been so known to give. - I don’t think anyone has given you any more sacrifices than me and I cannot stand the thought of not seeing you be loved.
There she stood attempting to forget those words, those very sweet words of the only man she’d ever wished to be betrothed to. She knew why she was married to her husband, she was a gift to appease the ignored son of Hera and Zeus, the one whose beauty and own traits made her the perfect wife to parade around. She was what he wanted so Hera could be freed and had little to no regard if she wanted to be married or ever considered a potential wife. Perhaps they should’ve given her to the other ignored son, yet she doubted they noticed him unless a war was waging on. He hadn’t been the particular favourite during the battle of Troy after all.
- Love marriages are not for us.
- Marriages are not for me, my goddess.
- Some mortal woman is gonna catch your eye, one day.
- Perhaps. - he got up on his feet, his hand coming up to hold hers up to his lips. - But I doubt she’ll ever be you and as such I’ll never be satisfied.
- James, we will never be satisfied.
He scoffed, a smirk forming on his lips as he pushed a stray hair away from her beautiful face. It felt forbidden to even touch her with his tainted hands, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t fell warm and forgiven for all his sins whenever he touched her. He was never one to believe in worship but he’d worship her every day of every year for eternity.
- I thought as a goddess of lust, you’d know about being satisfied.
- Perhaps if you’d been my husband ... - she tapped his cheek. - I would’ve known about satisfaction. Rumours about you run wild down there.
- Do you query mortal women about satisfaction?
- I do not need to query them. I am the goddess of love and lust, I know things without needing to ask.
- Did you know you were gonna marry him?
- I’m the goddess of love, not the goddess of arranged marriages. - she attempted to joke about her situation but James had become too good at seeing through her. Not a good look when one’s a goddess who’s supposed to be impossible to read. - I have to go. I will see you at supper tonight.
- You won’t, my goddess.
- It wasn’t a question or a request. - she threw her hair over her shoulder before disappearing from his resting quarters.
James couldn’t help but smirk at her behaviour for there was only one being in all of Earth who would dare to order the god of war around. The last thing he meant to do was attend a supper in celebration of war winnings, a supper which was more for his sister than for him. Yet, the moment his eyes laid on his goddess, her body covered with gold and pink fabrics, he couldn’t help but convince himself this would be a good supper. She smiled at the laughter and jokes coming from the other gods, yet she was still sat by her husband, one of Hephaestus many jewellery gifts settled around her neck - like a chain. Jealousy pooled inside of him, the tight control he had of his ability slightly cracking, causing the laughter and chatter to turn into petty gossip and fighting in some minor, weaker gods. Her eyes met his as she discovered who was influencing the sudden fighting. Through the middle of petty allegations, she rose from her seat, knowing he’d follow her and possibly stop influencing a fight onto an otherwise good yet cynical supper.
He followed her through his father’s house, always slightly ahead of him, only her long gown being seen by him until she met a wall. She turned around, hearing the foot steps get closer and soon enough he appeared in front of her, bathed in candle light.
- How would you feel if I influenced everyone to just suddenly become lustful?
- While I would enjoy seeing what you can influence gods to do, my goddess, I didn’t entirely mean to cause a fight.
- The God of War didn’t mean to cause a fight? - she crossed her arms. - How interesting.
- I’m not the only god of war. Honestly, my goddess, I’d rather finish them than start them.
- You’ll upset your father.
- He’s always upset at me, Y/N. - he taunted her, using the name she’d chosen for herself while at Cyprus. He found it quite funny how she refused to refer to herself as the name given to her by her cult, saying that risen from foam was a terrible way to be named. - Have you taken it upon yourself to watch over me?
- Have you taken it upon yourself to stare down my husband each time you see him?
- Is he overly sensitive?
- Don’t be mean.
- I’m not being mean. You don’t love him. - he accused her of a truth she knew all too well. Everyone knew it all too well. She was forced into the marriage and barely spent time with her husband, choosing to instead dwell on what human relationships were happening in her favourite cities. - We were supposed to be. You know we were supposed to have been wed.
- We were never supposed to be. Your father would have to be insane to wed the God of War to a primordial god’s daughter. It’s asking for trouble.
- Then tell me you don’t love me. Safe me from this torment and tell me you don’t love me.
She was an adept liar, a part of love which was dark and had become part of her nature as a survivor goddess during the Titan age. She was smart and covered that with the coat of stereotypes about female love and softness. Despite this, there was one thing she couldn’t do - lie about love. Just like he couldn’t lie about bloodshed, she couldn’t lie about love. If she tried, the words would just die down, silencing her. James awaited, the time spent torturous as he realised she could shatter him - yet, even if she loved him, it would equally destroy him, maddening him to the point of returning to war merely to forget her face.
- You know I can’t say that.
- Then save me from my misery. - he took a step towards her.
Her features shivered as she looked up at the tall, handsome god of war in front of her. Even the feeling of her gown against her skin made her upset, as the mere act of breathing increased a tension which was supposed to have broken a long while ago. Her bottom lip dropped as her gaze lowered to the ground before returning to his eyes, a soft resolve forming on her otherwise calm face. Her right hand touched his plate armour covered chest while the other snaked around his neck before pulling him into a kiss.
James was no innocent. He’d kissed other women before both mortal and goddesses but kissing her, the goddess of love and beauty, was something else entirely and whatever gentleman principles he held close to him, faded away as her soft lips moved against his. The soft kiss turned bruising as his hands held her hips and pushed her against the concrete wall. Her hand moved from his chest to cup his face through the kiss until they needed to break it off to catch a breath. He looked down at her through fluttered lashes before returning to kiss her, this time his lips wandering from hers to her neck. A soft moan escaped her lips as he kissed and bite down her skin, leaving his mark, marking her as his. She was his and he was hers - end of story.
- We can’t do this. - she spoke, as her loyalty to her husband weakened with each kiss laid on her skin. - I shouldn’t.
- Don’t care. - he kissed up her body once more, his forehead leaning over hers. - Put me out from my misery, my goddess.
She couldn’t find it within herself to be loyal anymore. Her lips bruised against his as he messed with her gown, soft pastel fabrics falling to the ground leaving the goddess naked in front of him merely adorned in jewellery. His jaw locked as he was once reminded of who had made that jewellery, who had gifted it to her and without any consideration, his hand wrapped around the gold around her neck, breaking it onto the ground before he returned to kiss her.
- You’re mine. - he said wantonly, his hand flying to her neck with a soft grip. - You will never lay with anyone the way you lay with me.
- James ... - she moaned out his name as her thighs clenched against one another. With a knowing smirk, he dropped to his knees, swinging on her legs over his shoulder.
He kissed an invisible path from her knee to her inner thigh, biting onto the supple skin before his tongue licked a stripe through her folds to her clit. She shuddered, her hand clasping over mouth fearful anyone may hear them. However, James had no such worries as once he finished with the testing lick, he delved into her as if he were a starved man.
- You are mine. - he licked yet another stripe before stopping, blowing cold air onto her warm folds. - Mine!
She whined, her face rubbing against the wall as he grabbed her ass and delved deeper, his tongue plunging into her while his finger drew lazy circles around her clit. She found it hard to keep standing, her hand still tightly pressed against her mouth.
- Take it off. - he stopped his motions, raising up to her level. She looked at him confused and frustrated before he pushed her hand down. - I want to hear you.
- They could he ...
- I don’t care. - his finger trusted inside of her, her whines now coming clear as he curled them. - You’re mine, they should hear you’re mine.
James knew the consequences of his actions, he knew them way too well but once he heard the sweet sounds of her moans, calling out his name as he added another finger. She was beautiful, she looked beautiful with her mouth agape, calling out for him, her walls clenching around his fingers until a high pitched moan had her come undone. He shushed her as he continued to lazily thrust his fingers in and out of her hole.
- You ... - he gripped her jaw. - You are mine, you’ll always be mine, no matter who the fuck you’re married too.
Her hands nervously and quickly did his trousers down, his cock sprung up and hit his stomach, a sight which she was sure to never forget. The look in her face changed as she gripped his cock and started to move her hand up and down - he knew he was in the presence of the goddess of lust in that second. He grunted, holding himself up by pressing his hands on each side of her hand as she quickened her movements. She gripped his cock, circling her thumb around his tip which was leaking with precum.
- Stop. - he moved his hand to stop hers once his breathe started to quicken, the vein on his neck popping as he attempted to ground himself. - I wanna finish inside of you.
She kissed him, her nails raking up his back as he led his cock to her hole and almost as if the air had been punched out of her lungs, he thrust into her. Her nail dug into his back as he immediately set a quick pace, his hands gripping onto her hips so he could thrust fast into her. She swore to herself she’d never felt something like that, the texture of his cock against her walls as addicting as any drug or ambrosia.
- We are meant to be. - he groaned, rutting against her as he took her lips into his once more. - You’re gonna be mine.
- James ... - she moaned through the kiss, her moans almost echoing from his mouth.
- Fuck, I’m gonna fill you with my cum. - his hand gripped her jaw, so her eyes were looking into his. - You’re gonna be leaking with me for days.
- Can’t ... - she whispered, but she couldn’t deny how exciting it felt, she couldn’t deny how her walls clenched around him.
- Yes, you can. - his movements appeared angrier, his pelvis hitting hers in a bruising pace. - We’ll start a new age, my goddess.
The elastic band snapped and all the tension faded away as the breathe exited her lips, her head lulling against his chest as he continued to thrust into her abused hole until with a grunt, ropes of white painted her walls, sealing future which both of them would only consider the next day. His arms wrapped around her, holding her against him just so she could hear her heart beat, the sweet soft sound of the humanity all of them held. He loved her, he would always love her, even if it had to be in hidden corners of the Olympus.
- I need to go, they’ll wonder where I am. - she said softly against his skin.
- I know. - he kissed her forehead. - Just not yet.
- We were supposed to be, Ares. - she looked at him with sadness in her eyes.
- What an eternity that would’ve been.
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Kiss the Girl
Bucky Barnes x female reader
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Internal thoughts are bolded and italicized. Fluff. Friends in love with each other.
Summary: Y/N has been friends with Bucky for a few years and ever since they met, the two have had feelings for each other but neither acted on those feelings. until now.
Bucky is across the room and can’t keep his eyes off Y/N. Tonight was Tony’s big engagement party. Bucky wasn’t excited about it, he planned on staying home however, Steve and Sam dragged him along. But looking over at Y/N standing there with Wanda made it all worth it, Y/N had to be a true goddess. Bucky now can say he has met Gods, seeing as he is friends with Thor, and he…knows Loki but Y/N, well Y/N was a goddess that wasn’t classified as one but to him, she had to be Aphrodite. She was the definition of beauty to him but deserved better than him. He… was a beast.
What Bucky doesn’t know is that while he is in his spot, standing and trying to focus on Steve’s story, Y/N is over with Wanda trying to figure out a way to talk to him. “Honey, you two are good friends, just go up to him and ask him to talk privately. You have to tell him how you feel, you’re driving yourself mad.” Wanda has been trying to convince Y/N that it’d all work out since the party started but the what if’s kept clouding her mind. What if I ruin our friendship? What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if he has feelings for someone else? What if…
“Are you ever going to go up to her tonight or are you going to keep being a weirdo who just stares at pretty ladies Cyborg?” Sam laughs at the look on Bucky's face. He didn’t think he got caught staring but as he looked around everyone he was supposed to be listening to is looking at him with a knowing smile. “Shut it” Bucky grunts embarrassed as a blush spreads on his face. “Y/N is into you Buck, just go over to her and ask her to talk in private.” Steve rests his hand on Bucky's shoulder in a supportive manner and he slightly pushes Bucky towards Y/N and Wanda. Thoughts are racing through Bucky’s head as he walks over to her. What if I ruin our friendship? What if she doesn’t feel the same way? What if she has feelings for someone else? What if…
Wanda lets out soft gasps while looking over Y/N’s shoulder. Whispering she lets Y/N know that “ Oh my gosh, Y/N he’s coming over here.” Y/N’s eyes widen “Wanda I can’t talk to him right now. How's my makeup? How's my hair, is my outfit still ok?” Wanda cuts off Y/N’s panicked ramble, “Honey, you look gorgeous! You always do so hush up, breathe, and go talk to him” Wanda watches Y/N take a deep breath before turning around just as Bucky reaches the two ladies. “ Hey, um is it okay if I steal Y/N for a moment, please?” Wanda smiles at the two of them, “Of course, Vision just arrived anyhow” Walking past them to go talk to Vision, Wanda leaves the two alone. “It’s kind of loud in here, can we talk somewhere private doll?” Bucky asks nervously but as he sees Y/N smile up at him his nerves leave him. “Yeah let’s step outside” Unbeknownst to the two of them Wanda, Steve, Sam and everyone else watches what they hope to be a future couple leave to go outside.
Stepping outside the two of them look everywhere beside each other, Y/N decides to break the silence as she turns towards Bucky. At first, she takes in his features, ‘God he’s beautiful and he looks like a God under the moonlight. Okay get it together Y/N this isn’t a stranger you’ve talked to him many times’ Taking a deep breath she finally asks “So what did you want to talk about Buck?” Turning towards her his breathing hitches and he feels his heart stop. How is she ever more beautiful? How is that possible? Catching his breath he gathers his courage and decides to just rip off the band aid. “Y/N we have known each other for a few years now, and it's been great really but I don’t think I can be friends anymore.” Y/N’s heart drops, what? Did he find out about her feeling for him? She thought she was being careful. Seeing the concerned look on her face Bucky realizes how what he just said might not have been the best phrasing “I didn’t mean it in a bad way!” He tries to reassure her quickly, “I mean… God Y/N I have feelings for you. Feelings I don’t remember ever having for anyone else before and I don’t understand them, they’re scary but I can’t keep them to myself anymore. I completely understand if you don’t feel the same way, I mean look at you, you’re so beautiful and you’re so sweet and you have never judged me in any way. How could I not fall in love with you?”
Y/N is stunned. Not only does Bucky love her but he doesn’t think he's good enough for her. What?? Seeing her shocked expression, Bucky takes it as a bad thing, thinking he’s about to get rejected he decides it would be best to leave instead. As he goes to walk away Y/N reaches out and grabs his hand. “Bucky, how could I not feel the same way for you? I’ve loved you for what feels like years now and yeah it's scary. It’s intense but you’re worth it. James, I love you too.” The two of them stare at each other lovingly, how could they not after love confessions like that? The two of them walk closer to one another, Bucky holds Y/N’s hand tighter and goes to caress her face with his other hand. "Can I kiss you?" Bucky asks nervously, she may have just confessed her love for him but that doesn't mean he can just kiss her. Giggling that giggle that brightens Bucky's day, a gentle blush graces her checks before she nods softly. The two of them lean in closer, soft breaths hit each other's skin as they lean in closer, Y/N gets in her tiptoes and then their lips touch as softly as a feather landing on the ground. Feeling his lips on hers, Y/N softly let's out a gasp. Bucky smiles against her and pulls her closer to him deepening the kiss all they feel is each other. But all they hear is their friends cheering from the window.
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DAY SIX
James ‘Bucky’ Barnes + choking kink
[warnings - unprotected penetrative sex, dom!bucky, sub!fem!reader, choking]
[word count - 511]
[kinktober list]
You pressed your fingertips into the bracing cold of the vibranium, digging your fingertips in vain as he kept the pressure, barely noticing as you tried to free yourself from his hold. You dropped your mouth open, attempting a scream but only achieving a short, strangled exhale. Bucky huffed, lips curling into a satisfied grin at your inability to respond.
You pressed your fingertips into the bracing cold of the vibranium, digging your fingertips in vain as he kept the pressure, barely noticing as you tried to free yourself from his hold. You dropped your mouth open, attempting a scream but only achieving a short, strangled exhale. Bucky huffed, lips curling into a satisfied grin at your inability to respond.
You pressed your fingertips into the bracing cold of the vibranium, digging your fingertips in vain as he kept the pressure, barely noticing as you tried to free yourself from his hold. You dropped your mouth open, attempting a scream but only achieving a short, strangled exhale. Bucky huffed, lips curling into a satisfied grin at your inability to respond.
“That’s better now, isn’t it,” he practically growled, hips bruising your own as he sped up, clearly spurred on by your obvious helplessness.
You bucked up into his thrusts, chasing the building pressure in your core from the combination of the slight lack of oxygen and scraping of his happy trail against your clit. He rolls his eyes, moving his flesh hand down and pressing the palm of his hand flat against your lower stomach, pinning you down and nudging against the bulge of his cock through your walls.
“God, stop moving. D’you want me to stop?” He grunts, flexing his fingers around your throat in warning and pinching the skin of your belly when you squirm in his hold. He basks in the way you halt your petulance at his threat, “no, I didn’t think so,”
You’re sure he can tell how close you are, from how you flood his cock with your juices and clench your walls around his throbbing cock, almost suffocating the tip against your cervix. He doesn’t let up, leaning down and licking into your mouth, not caring for the rivulets of saliva spilling down each of your chins and to the dips of your collarbones.
It was all too much; the lacking air flow clouding your mind and making you limp in his hold, unable and unwilling to fend him off as he drove you towards your high.
“Go on baby, you can do it,” he doubled down, blanketing your body with his own and using his now free hand to rub at your oversensitive clit, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard all for me,”
You could barely nod your head in response, shifting your hips with all your might to get even more friction from the dark haired man above you. He kept his pace steady as your high overtook you, forcing you to ride it out as long as you could take it, “that’s it, my good girl,”
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Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist
Smut 🔥
Fluff 🌸
Angst 💧
*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*
•Stranger things
-Billy Hargrove
-Steve Harrington
-Eddie Munson
-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)
-Argyle
-Johnathan Byers
-Nancy Wheeler
-Jim Hopper
-Joyce Byers
-001/Henry
-Will Byers (No smut)
-Mike Wheeler (No smut)
-Max Mayfield (No smut)
Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸
-Dustin Henderson (No smut)
-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)
-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)
•Marvel
-Iron Man/Tony Stark
-Captian America/Steve Rogers
-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff
-Hawkeye/Clint Barton
-Hulk/Bruce Banner
-Thor
-Loki
-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes
-Black Panther/T'challa
-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange
-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff
-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff
-Starlord/Peter Quill
-Gamora
-Spiderman/Peter Parker
-Falcon/Sam Wilson
-War Machine/James Rhodes
-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)
•X-Men
-Professor X/Charles Xavier
-Magneto/Erik Lensherr
-Wolverine/James Howlett
-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff
-Rogue
-Jean Grey
-Storm/Ororo Munroe
-Cyclops/Scott Summers
-Mystique/Raven
-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy
-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner
-Havok/Alexander Summers
•DC/Young Justice
-Batman/Bruce Wayne
-Superman/Clark Kent
-The Flash/Barry Allen
-Aquaman/Authur Curry
-Cyborg/Victor Stone
-Joker/Jack Oswald White
-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel
-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince
-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton
-Kid Flash/Wally West
-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson
-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd
-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake
-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan
-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent
-Artemis/Artemis Crock
-Red Arrow/Roy Harper
-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen
-Black Canary/Dinah Lance
-Miss Martian/Megan Morse
-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm
•Umbrella Academy
-Luther Hargreeves (#1)
-Diego Hargreeves (#2)
-Allison Hargreeves (#3)
-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)
-Five Hargreeves (#5)
-Ben Hargreeves (#6)
-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)
-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)
-Fei Hargreeves (#3)
-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)
-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)
-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)
-Lila Aryu
-The Handler
•Harry Potter
-Harry Potter
-Ron Weasley
-Hermione Granger
-Fred Weasley
-George Weasley
-Ginny Weasley
-Draco Malfoy
-Sirius Black (Older)
-Cedric Diggory
-Oliver Wood
-Neville Longbottom
-Luna Lovegood
-Remus Lupin (Older)
-Nymphadora Tonks
-Lucious Malfoy (Older)
-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)
-Severus Snape (Older)
-Bill Weasley
-Charlie Weasley
•Marauders
-James Potter
Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸
-Lily Evans
-Sirius Black
-Remus Lupin
-Severus Snape
-Regulus Black
-Lusious Malfoy
-Narcissa Black
-Peter Pettigrew
•Greek Mythology
-Zeus
-Hades
-Posideon
-Apollo
-Hera
-Persephone
-Ares
-Athena
-Demeter
-Aphrodite
-Artemis
-Dionysus
-Hermes
•Divergent
-Beatrice "Tris" Prior
-Caleb Prior
-Eric
-Peter
-Christina
-Will
-Tobias "Four"
-Zeke
Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸
-Uriah
•Star Wars
-Anakin Skywalker
-Luke Skywalker
-Leia Organa
-Han Solo
-Obi-Wan Kenobi
-Kylo Ren
•Supernatural
-Dean Winchester
-Sam Winchester
-Castiel
-Crowley
-Lucifer
-Rowena MacLeod
-Gabriel
-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)
-Chuck Shurley
-Jody Mills
-Ellen Harvelle
-Kevin Tran
•The Walking Dead
-Rick Grimes
-Daryl Dixon
-Glenn Rhee
-Carl Grimes
-Maggie Greene
-Negan
-Michonne
-Shane Walsh
-Rosita Espinosa
-Carol Peletier
-Paul "Jesus" Monroe
-Abraham Ford
‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)
-Enid
-Ezekiel
-Aaron (Masc/NB only)
•The Walking Dead Game
-Clementine
-Lee
-Kenny
-Luke
-Javier
-Gabriel
-Kate
-Louis
-Omar
-Ruby
-Mitch
-Marlon
-Violet (Fem/NB only)
IT (2017)
-Richie Tozier
-Beverly Marsh
-Eddie Kaspbrak
-Bill Denbrough
-Stanley Uris
-Ben Hanscom
-Henry Bowers
-Mike Hanlon
-Patrick Hockstetter
-Victor Criss
-Belch Huggins
•Desendants
-Mal
-Evie
-Ben
-Jay
-Jane
-Chad
-Doug
-Lonnie
-Carlos
-Uma
-Harry Hook
-Gil
•Maze Runner
-Newt
-Minho
-Gally
-Teresa
-Alby
-Chuck
-Brenda
-Aris
-Thomas
-Frypan
-Jorge
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“My Aphrodite”
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Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: Bucky just came back from a 3 weeks mission and he’s never been hornier!!! this is just pure smut with Bucky being a total slut! + You are his goddess and he makes sure you know that.
Warnings: +18 smut, first-person perspective, the entire smut is from YOUR POV, breeding kink, mentions of goddesses and religion, praise kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, riding, a self-conscious reader (if u squint a bit), horny reader, and hornier bucky
A/N: hey babes, I wanna mention again that English is not my first language so excuse any misspellings or any mistakes. I’m trying my best hehe enjoy :*
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“Fuck, doll you look so pretty when you’re fucked out like that,” Bucky said while he was thrusting in me so hard while he was hugging my legs as he’d placed them above his shoulder. My cunt was very sensitive with the overstimulation as I just coated his length with my cum. I can’t even remember how many times I came tonight. Bucky just came back from a 3 weeks mission and we promised each other we wouldn’t touch ourselves or do anything until we’re reunited again. It’s a silly pact I know but we wanted to have a very crazy over-the-moon sex when he gets back and now we’ve done nothing all day long except for fucking.
“I’m gonna cum bunny, I can’t take it anymore. Fuck” I gasped so hard as I felt his striking hot cum filling me. His cock slipped out from the fast thrusts and it shot his cum on my cunt and my lower stomach. Bucky was a moaning mess already. “You feel so good,” he said between breaths and locked eyes with me. “so fucked out too” he smiled and leaned down and kissed me so hard. he slipped his tongue in and I opened my mouth for him happily. We kept making out passionately and breaking out for seconds just to catch our breaths then continuing again. Kissing each other hungrily, like we would die if we didn’t. I would happily die in his arms and be filled with his cum.
I could feel his cock getting hard again as it was brushing on my thigh and my cunt was already wet and filled with our mixed cum. “I need you bucky,” I said softly between breaths. he lifted his head up and looked me in the eyes. “No bunny, I’m the one who needs you,” he said as he kissed me again.
He got up and was standing now on the foot of the bed, his gaze darkened a bit as his eyes traveled all over my body. I was completely naked with my legs spread out a bit, my cunt was on full display in front of him and I could feel the wetness and mixed cum dripping from it. My hair was a mess, and my stomach and breast were full of love bites and teeth marks from our rough sex two rounds ago. I bit my lip as my gaze went to his length. It was really hard and his head was very red and wide. I remember our first time when I was really paranoid it wouldn’t fit, and my first scream when he bottomed out inside of me for the first time, my cunt was stretching and clenching around his length. No man ever fit me or filled me like Bucky. He was -and is- the perfect fit for me.
I pressed my thighs together for any kind of friction as after a whole day of fucking around, I still wanted him more than ever. he bit his lips at the sight of me pressing my thighs together. He held my ankles and opened my legs widely. His eyes traveled up until they met my eyes. “Have I ever told you that you are a fucking goddess?” his tone was very serious and low. I shook my head slightly as a smile painted my lips. “you are a goddess. a fucking sex icon. a Mona Lisa. a queen” he laid on me again and pushed his cock slowly inside me. Soft moans escaped my lips as I was adjusting to his length again. “Fuck bunny, I don’t know how you are still so tight for me after the day we had. Thought your pussy would be stretched out by now” he groaned while looking at where our bodies are connected and thrusting in and out slowly. I couldn’t stop moaning and I felt a very hot wave striking my body. all I feel is just pure lust. I need him. I need him to keep fucking me. I need his cock to stretch me out. I just need him.
He suddenly stopped thrusting but he was still buried inside me. I didn’t notice that he was staring at me while my head was pulled back on the pillow and my eyes were closed and nothing but moans and soft whispers of his name flying out of my mouth. His eyes were full of something that I couldn’t put my head around it. It’s my first time seeing this look in Bucky’s eyes. First time seeing a man looking at me like this and I can’t even understand the look. I got nervous suddenly and I asked “What’s wrong?” He smiled softly and brushed my hair out of my face and kissed my lips.
“Y/N, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I could seriously worship you” he chuckled and kissed my left cheek as I’m sure now it’s burning red. “you are my goddess. I literally worship you. can’t believe I got so lucky to have an actual goddess underneath me” his lips now moving to my neck and he’s nipping on my sweet spot. “are you my goddess, Y/N?” he lifted his head up and his eyes met mine. “answer me, babe. Are you my goddess?” I nodded and licked my lips as I’m feeling my cunt getting wetter by his praise.
Suddenly, he flipped us over and now I’m on top of him, he held my waist tightly to not let his cock slide out of me and he pulled me down until he was fully in me again. He breathed heavily and looked at me all over again. “Then show me. make me believe in you, goddess. make me believe you are my goddess. Fuck me into believing in you. Fuck me into your religion” His words are making me go crazy that I just couldn’t move. I was literally stunned. No one ever talked to me like this before or even loved me like this before. I’m feeling like I’m in a dream now or I am high. Can’t believe this is actually a reality and Bucky Barnes, the winter solider, the fucking white wolf, is buried deep inside me and saying these sweet words to me. I feel like I’m going to cum just by listening to his words.
“Come on doll, show me your love and admiration. Show me your powers, my goddess. Only you can make me this horny and my cock never calm near you. Only a fucking sex goddess can do that, my Aphrodite” his grip on my waist hardened as he’s now moving my hips and waist back and forth, grinding me on his dick. the friction and movement got us both moaning loud. He kept moving me faster on his cock and I started to pick up the pace and grinding more back and forth. I love how he keeps praising me and telling me I’m his goddess while fucking me now like a sex doll whose just here to please him.
While grinding and moving back and forth on him I started to ride him slowly, moving up and down. Bucky moaned the sluttiest and dirtiest moan I’ve ever heard from him. His eyes shut and he pulled his head back on the pillow and pushed it down. His hands tightened on my hips as my pace started to go faster and now I’m fully jumping on his cock while grinding my hips harder. His moans and screams are as loud as mine are too. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkkk” he growled so loudly and tightened his grip more on my hips, I felt like his hands are going to pierce my skin and leave a permanent mark. I felt his cock twitching so hard inside me and hitting my g spot repeatedly. “Oh, dear goddess-ss - I’m cu-mm FUUUUUCKKK” he screamed loudly as he shot his hot liquid inside me, hitting my cervix and g spot, making me fall off the edge and that tight in my stomach to burst. As much as I was shaking rapidly and can’t breathe but I couldn’t stop jumping on him and continuing fucking myself on his cock.
Bucky started shaking like me from the overstimulation and couldn’t catch his breath too. “Yes goddess, let my cum stick inside you. let me bless your heavenly womb with my babies. we could have the most perfect demigods.” he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him and now our chests are pressed together. “Let me plant my seed inside you, Aphrodite. I bet you’d look so good pregnant with my babies inside you. not to mention, you’d look so fuckable too” he said as his hands slid down to my butt and now he was holding me and moving me on his cock. It feels so good that we can’t even stop. I closed my eyes and buried my head in his neck, I really can’t control my moans or my need for him anymore. “Yeah doll, give me one more orgasm. I know you want to. Give me one more. Don’t fight it” He knew what I needed and he knew my body. Bucky always put my pleasure first and we’ve been together for so long that he really knows what I need and what my body needs. the feeling of needing to feel the heat and pleasure of cumming around his thick hard cock was consuming me and I needed to let go again.
“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum again,” he said groaning and holding my butt so tight while moving me faster on his cock. the sound of my sloppy pussy and his cock fucking in and out of it was deafening as much as our moans. I don’t know what we ate or drank or smoked that made us this horny and needy today or maybe it’s just our love and lust for each other or maybe it’s just we have so much chemistry in sex that we and our bodies just know how to satisfy and please each other. I don’t care what it is but it’s addicting and I don’t wanna stop. never.
I can feel that knot tightening again as I let go with nothing but screams and moans slipping out of my mouth. Bucky followed my screams with groans as he burst again into my cunt. This time we stopped our movements. He was still buried inside me and I was still on top but I didn’t lay on top of him as I gave myself and him some space to catch our breaths. My upper body lay on the bed very close to him as he was laying on his back, eyes shut, chest going up and down breathing heavily. I was laying on my side facing him, staring at how perfect he looked with his hair messed up and sweat on his forehead shining. He opened his eyes and looked at me. We kept staring at each other deeply as we both smiled.
“After that Barnes, you should build me a fucking temple” I giggled and he laughed at my words. “The least I can do for my goddess” he pulled himself closer to me and moved on top. Still having his cock inside me. He kissed me deeply then pulled away and locked eyes with me again. “Congratulations, Aphrodite. I’m now a believer of yours. Could you accept me as your humble servant?” I giggled and nodded. We kissed again then he pulled out slowly, trying not to trigger any other nerve. I stood up and moved to the bathroom. “Hey, where are you going?” he pushed me back again to the bed. “I’m not finished with you yet” he kissed my neck from behind and wrapped his arms around me again.
“Oh my god Bucky, you are becoming a real sex addict now,” I said jokingly with a serious tone. He laughed and held my chin with his hand, turning my head around to face him. “If Jesus himself saw you, I’m sure he’d become a sex addict too” he grinned and then chuckled at how shy I got. This man surely knows how to flirt as much as how to fuck. “As much as I am flattered but I need to use the bathroom” I giggled and jumped out of the bed quickly and ran to the bathroom. I can hear him clearly running behind me like a fucking predator about to catch his prey. I got into the bathroom fast and was about to close the door but he was faster and smashed it open. “BUCKY OH MY GOD” I screamed and laughed at how crazy he looked right now.
“You are not getting anywhere without me, my Aphrodite” he had this devilish smirk on his face as he moved closer. He pulled me up by my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist. We held very intimidating eye contact for a while until I felt a splash of hot water hitting my skin. I hadn’t noticed that he moved us to the tub and opened the shower. “Ready for some shower sex rounds, doll?” he said against my lips as he pushed his tongue inside my mouth. This is going to be a very very long night.
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