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No Benefits

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter

Summary: Reader and Bucky are best friends until a drunken hook up. Bucky wants a friends with benefits situation because he doesn't feel ready for a relationship but reader knows that will lead to a broken heart.

Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.

Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon

I try to keep my Reader description vague but she's a she and above average height

Here goes nothing

Chapter 1

Warnings: Swearing, mostly angst, eventual happy ending.

Y/N, or Cookie to her friends, was at her desk, trying to finish her report so she could leave work early for one of Tony Stark's parties. This wasn't her first time but tonight her bff and mostly secret crush, Bucky Barnes, was escorting her. It wasn't the first time for that either but tonight felt different. Usually they met at the elevator but when they spoke earlier he said he would pick her up at her room. They had been getting closer in the last few months and even Steve and Sam had commented about Bucky's behavior towards her.

The night was everything she had dreamed, Bucky was attentive and always had his hands on her, respectfully of course but more intimate than he usually was. They danced much of the night and when slow songs came on he pulled her close and she could feel his breath on her neck, causing chills.

Towards the end of the night, Bucky pulled her to the elevator and kissed her until they reached his floor. They were in his room, her dress gone before she could think twice, not that she would have.

She could taste the Asgardian ale on his breath, blending with the tequila on hers. Everything was a blur of flesh and feelings she had never experienced before. She couldn't get enough, neither could he.

Y/N opened her eyes to bright light and a bedroom that wasn't hers. The pounding in her head a reminder of how much she drank last night. She looked around and realized it was Bucky's room, where she spent so much of her time. Suddenly, she realized that she was naked and her stomach dropped. She had hazy memories of shots and kisses that turned into more. The kiss in the elevator. She smiled even though her head hurt, she had been crushing on Bucky since the day they met and was amazed that he actually wanted her too.

Cookie wasn't your typical beauty, taller than most girls and with more curves than your typical agent. Of course, she wasn't a field agent but was the lead intelligence analyst on the east coast reporting directly to Maria Hill.

She reached over to find his side of the bed was cool but figured he must have gone on his morning run with Steve and Sam. She sat up and saw a bottle of water next to some pain killers, which she downed, grateful that Bucky was so thoughtful. Drinking the entire bottle of water she realized she really needed to pee. Standing slowly so as not to irritate her headache she grabbed one of Bucky's t-shirts to cover herself and went to relieve herself. When she was done she went back to sit up in bed and check her emails for today's agenda.

When she was responding to a message from Maria Hill the suite door opened and Bucky came in, sweaty and gorgeous. He saw her curled up on his bed and smiling up at him.

"Morning Buck. Good run?"

He nodded and smirked "Yeah, Sam whined at us to wait up but we just lapped him until he shut up"

"Sounds fun. Since it's Sunday and nothing is scheduled, why don't you take a shower and come back to bed?"

Bucky felt his heart stop "Look doll about last night. You know you're one of my best friends and I love you but I don't feel comfortable getting into a real relationship right now. I still have so much work to do on myself. Last night was great and I was thinking we could have one of those friends with extras, or whatever it's called. You know, to blow off steam."

Her stomach dropped and she felt her eyes filling up "You mean friends with benefits?"

He nodded enthusiastically "Yeah, that's it." he smiled hopefully.

Y/N was quiet for a minute before responding, was it worth the almost guaranteed heartbreak to have more nights like last night? She shook her head, unwilling to take that risk again.

"I'm sorry Buck but I can't do that. I get attached and end up heartbroken. I can't sleep with people that I don't have romantic feelings for."

His eyes grew wide "Wait, that means you have feelings...." He trailed off.

She nodded whispering "Yeah, I do."

Bucky's face dropped "Shit, Cookie, I'm sorry. I thought we were on the same page last night. I don't know what to say. I mean, I might develop feelings over time but I don't know. I don't want to make any promises, you know?"

She swallowed the sob that tried to escape "You don't have to say anything, we can just pretend this never happened. Ok?"

She got up from the bed, clutching the sheet to her and desperately searching for her dress from last night. When she found it she quickly put it on not realizing it was inside out.

He nodded but wasn't feeling too sure of that, he could hear her heart speed up and see her hands shaking "Yeah, sure, nothing has to change."

She smiled at him sadly, tears escaping "I uh I just remembered some paperwork I needed to finish up. I'll catch you later."

"Wait doll. I-"

"Don't worry it's fine." She cleared her throat "I could use a little space and just have work to do." She kissed him on the cheek before rushing out.

Bucky stood there, not sure how to proceed. He didn't want to lose his friend but really didn't feel like he could handle a relationship now. The stress relief from the great sex they had was something he could handle and he did have feelings for her, since the day he arrived at the compound but he knew she deserved a better man than him.

**Flashback**

Y/N was in her office reviewing some reports to glean even the smallest details before they went to the appropriate briefing packets that the field agents would use to form their strategy, when she received a text from Captain America himself, requesting her presence in the common area.

She put away all of the classified info on her desk, locked it and locked the door on her way out. She took the elevator which opened into the common area and was surprised to see a large group of agents already there.

She heard Steve shout her name "Cookie! Over here." and saw his hand waving so headed in his direction.

Steve gave her a hug and pulled away excitedly "Look Cookie, it's my friend, Bucky."

Cookie smiled and offered her hand. When Bucky looked at her she felt her breath catch, holy shit was he gorgeous, way hotter than the pictures in his file "Pleased to meetcha Sargent Barnes"

Both of them felt sparks when they touched but Bucky responded like she had burned him pulling away quickly. Cookie's smile dropped for a second before she forced it back.

Bucky looked at her through his long hair "You too, ma'am."

She could see how he was shrinking into himself, trying to look smaller so she stepped back to give him space.

Steve looked at them both oddly but smiled softly when he heard how fast her heart was beating and the slight blush on Bucky's face. That was a look he remembered from so many years ago, when Bucky met Dot.

**end flashback**

The next few weeks were tense, Y/N and Bucky barely spoke outside of Avengers business. He was always busy, rushing to train or something every time she tried to talk to him. The guilt on his face showed everything, he hated that he hurt her but missed their time together. As soon as he saw her look at him longingly, before she realized he was looking and wiped that look from her face, he had to leave. He hated himself because he knew it hurt her more every time he avoided her but he just couldn't handle seeing her and being reminded of the pain he caused.

There were other, senior agents being trained by Steve, with Bucky and Sam, to prepare for an upcoming mission. Sifting through all the related Intel was keeping Y/N up at night and her haggard appearance had been noticed by most of the team.

They had a meeting to start going over the Intel to plan their strategy. On her way in, Y/N ran into Sharon Carter who she had worked with previously.

"Hey Agent Carter, good to see you."

Sharon laughed softly "Please, Y/N, we've worked together enough for you to call me Sharon."

Y/N laughed awkwardly "Um yeah, Sharon. So how have you been? Any luck finding the power broker?"

Sharon shook her head obviously frustrated "No, he's crafty for sure but we'll get him. Rumor is this mission relates to him."

Y/N nodded, "yeah, all of the serious crime in eastern Europe seem to lead back to him." She looked up and saw Nick Fury striding towards them and straightened her shoulders "Director Fury."

He nodded at her "Agent Y/L/N. Carter. Why don't we get this started, Cookie." He looked down at the container on top of her papers.

Y/N went to the front of the room to sit next to Fury's spot at the head of the table, setting the container in his place. She saw that Sharon sat next to Bucky and started talking to him, touching his right arm and laughing softly. Y/N saw Bucky smiling and felt her chest ache, her stomach cramp up and her throat dried since apparently all the water went to her eyes. She sat down and Sam, the only one who knew what happened with her and Bucky, gave her a sad smile and squeezed her hand.

They held hands through the entire meeting, Bucky and Sharon touching hands under the table. He never liked people touching him except for Y/N but apparently he made an exception for Sharon because he just sat smiling. He never even looked towards Y/N.

When the meeting ended, Bucky and Sharon were the first ones out the door as he quickly led her to his room.

Y/N could barely breathe and rushed to her own room, glad it was on a different floor from Bucky's because she didn't think she could handle hearing him and Sharon go at it.

For the next couple of months it went like that. Bucky and Sharon spending most of their time in his room and Y/N trying to stay busy so she didn't think about it. They were hands off outside of his room and insisted they were just friends when Sam mentioned they were always together. Bucky heard Sam grumble about how Y/N used to be the one he wanted to hang out with, but blew it off. Nothing wrong with having a couple of friends. And Y/N didn't want a casual relationship while Sharon was down for everything and was teaching Bucky a lot.

Sharon was friendly with Cookie in the beginning but started being nasty to Y/N, calling her names and throwing out barely veiled insults when Bucky wasn't around, and did everything she could to keep them apart. Not that Bucky ever seemed to notice, too wrapped up in the constant sex to see much else. Even at team functions Sharon worked to keep her away from Bucky, so much that Y/N just avoided the both of them when at all possible.

Y/N was depressed and missing her friend. She had lost weight and had dark circles under her eyes which she claimed were from working all hours. Time wasn't helping at all, she still had dreams about that night and felt an ache in her chest every time she saw Bucky. A couple of times he tried to talk to her, invite her for the movies nites that she never attended anymore but Sharon always started whining for him and Y/N took the hint and made excuses that she had paperwork or needed sleep, anything to avoid them.

Bucky, Sam and Sharon were offsite for a few days so Y/N could pour herself into work and not worry about running into them.

Late one night she was talking to one of her informants in Latvia and the connection was weak. She claimed to have the details on the Power Broker but static kept interfering with the connection.

Y/N heard banging

"Marta?! Marta are you ok? What's going on?"

There was more banging and a clicking noise then she heard Marta crying and begging.

A muffled womans voice came on the line "You better back off of the Power Broker or you will regret it"

Y/N was pissed "Who the Hell is this? Where's Marta? What did-" she heard a gunshot and the crying stopped.

The voice chuckled "She's unavailable and if you don't wise up, you will be too."

The call disconnected.

Y/N had tears in her eyes. She had met Marta a few years back, she had kids, a family. Now Y/N took that weight and swore to whoever was listening that she would make sure the Power Broker paid for this on top of all the other death and destruction.

Y/N refused to stop and eventually passed out on her laptop. She woke to a loud knocking "Y/N you in there? Fury got a package and wants you in his office 20 minutes ago."

Y/N sighed, Maria Hill. "I'll be down asap."

15 minutes later she was out of breath on her way into his office. "Cookie, there you are. I don't know who sent this but both of our names were on it so I'm hoping you know what's up."

Y/N looked over the package, Latvian stamp no return address. She sighed "Looks like it's from one of my informants in Latvia. I was on the phone with her last nite when she was shot. And a distorted womans voice told me to back off of the Power Broker or I'd be next."

Fury nodded "Alright well let's see what she had."

Y/N carefully opened the package which included a large white envelope that felt like it was full of pictures and a zip lock with a post-it that said 'fingerprints'.

Fury called an intern in to take the prints for processing as Y/N pulled out a stack of pictures. Her jaw dropped as her heart sped up and she began to shake. There was one thing the pictures all had in common......

Sharon fucking Carter.

Chapter 2

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Summary: The lights are dim, but he can see how ridiculously luxurious the room is as his eyes roam around quickly, not detaining his look on anything in particular. He doesn’t care about any of that, and he knows she doesn’t either, even though she’s the one who’s always in charge of choosing the place. Sometimes they end up in fancy hotel rooms like that. Other times it’s a shitty one-room in the worst parts of the city. He never questions why she chooses the places she chooses, and frankly, he doesn’t care. All he cares about is where and when.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+, angst, smut, light sub!bucky, Sharon as the Powerbroker even though I hate that, feelings, a little bit of fluff if you squint.

A/N: Here I am, a thousand years later and probably not writing what most of my followers might be expecting me to write (if there’s still anyone out there expecting me to write anything, ahah). I’ve been obsessing over these two for a while and, of course, there aren’t many fics with this ship, so I decided to take a shot. This is for the legendary @musingsinmoonlight Writing Challenge, which had the best rules, because there were no rules (but If there’s any I forgot feel free to yell at me, Suz). I’m so incredibly thankful for @newdaynewyearnewlife who so kindly helped me with this one, you’re just amazing.

Bucky swipes a hand over his face and turns his gaze outside the aircraft’s window. The dark and angry sky works in sync with the fog that has settled in his mind.

“Hey,” Sam calls and throws him a chocolate bar from the other side, “Why the long face? We missed him this time, but we’re close…”

Him… Ripping the candy’s package with his teeth, Bucky holds back the will to scoff at the assumption. They had gotten a lead that the Power Broker had been operating in the States for a while now, mostly messing with U.S. government operations. But when they got to the location, they found nothing there. It didn’t seem to be unoccupied for too long, though.

“Yeah… at least you got to keep the shield this time,” Bucky adds, nodding at said shield resting next to Sam. He chews his chocolate, ignoring the pointed look that Sam throws at him.

Putting down the backpack that holds the wings beside him, Torres chuckles at Bucky’s remark on that one time when they got close enough to the masked figure that they assumed to be the Power Broker, only for Sam to have his shield stolen.

The look on his face had made Bucky laugh for days. It had only been topped by the line of curses that flew out Cap’s mouth when they found the shield waiting for them as soon as they arrived at the new Avengers compound’s door. No footage of the delivery guy was ever found.

“At least it has a tracker now,” Torres adds, tapping on a mildly annoyed Sam’s shoulder and taking a seat beside him, “It was long overdue.”

“Yeah… That lead seemed legit, though… I don’t understand what’s happening here. It’s the third time this month.”

“Do you think we’re being played, Cap?” Torres asks.

Bucky shifts on his seat, keeping his gaze away from Sam.

“I don't know… but, hey, at least for today, the mission is over. You two wanna hang out at the compound? Katy and Shang-Chi are in town. There'll be burgers and karaoke. Don’t look at me like that.” Sam throws the whole bag of chocolate at Bucky, making him dodge it. “Everyone knows you turn into the Karaoke’s Sorcerers Supreme as soon as you get that bottle Thor has left in the cellar for you. God knows what that is.”

“Fine, fine.” Bucky laughs, “I’ll be there,” he answers at the same time he grabs his phone to check the notification that has just popped up. He clears his throat, quickly erasing the text. “Gotta drop by somewhere else first, though.”

“Hmmm,” Sam teases, nudging Torres, who just holds back a laugh. “He’s been like that lately; All sneaky and blushy. It’s that cute waitress at Izzy, isn’t it? What’s her name again?”

“Miss None of your goddamn business,” Bucky shoots back with a mouthful of chocolate.

“Alright, man,” Sam laughs, lifting his arms in a peace sign, “As long as it’s not my sister, we’re good.”

~~~

The elevator sends him straight to the presidential suite. He was already expected at the hotel. No questions were asked, and he was sent up right away, as usual, even though he’s never been there, in that specific hotel. It’s always a different place, after all.

But he’s always expected.

His heart races in anticipation as the ding of the opening doors rings. He takes in a deep breath before stepping into the suite. The doors close behind him. The lights are dim, but he can see how ridiculously luxurious the room is as his eyes roam around quickly, not detaining his look on anything in particular. He doesn’t care about any of that, and he knows she doesn’t either, even though she’s the one who’s always in charge of choosing the place. Sometimes they end up in fancy hotel rooms like that. Other times it’s a shitty one-room in the worst parts of the city. He never questions why she chooses the places she chooses, and frankly, he doesn’t care. All he cares about is where and when.

“You look like shit…” Her voice meets his senses before he sees her. He then spots her silhouette by the bar across the room, which he bets is loaded with the Irish whiskey she likes so much. She’s pouring some in one glass and then another when he starts stepping towards her. “Tough mission?” She asks in a taunting tone. In a tone that is all her when she wants to tease, especially him.

A tone that is all Sharon Carter.

He continues stepping closer, taking a better look at Sharon through the shades of the low lights.

His breath catches in his throat.

As she sips from her glass, she offers the other in her hand to him. She looks like a vision wearing an unbuttoned white oversized shirt over her black lingerie. Barefoot on the carpet, the blond waves over her shoulders with a smirk on her lips.

“Huh…” His eyes rise to hers. His voice comes out raspy, breathless almost, “Yeah, I guess you can say that… tough mission.”

“Aww… poor thing.” She pouts, tilting her head, “C’mere, let me give you a hug.” She then places the glasses in her hands on the bar and opens her arms, waving him in.

Bucky ignores the mock behind her words as well as her smirk and steps closer, letting her circle her arms around his neck while he places his hand on each side of her bare waist under her open shirt. His eyes only leave hers when they flutter close at the feeling of the brush of her fingers on his neck, travelling to his jaw, cheeks, nose and then mouth.

His lips open at their own will, and then the feel of her fingers is replaced by the light brush of her mouth on his. Just hovering… barely there…teasing… she’s always teasing...

That’s why Bucky relishes the way she gasps in surprise when his hands travel to her ass. Breathing heavily, she leans in and her tongue darts out to lick his neck as he grabs and strokes her flesh, feeling her firm buttocks under his hands and the warmth of her mouth on his skin. The space between her neck and shoulder is exposed to him… her adorable freckles there, the ones he’s been silently counting when she has her back to him, sleeping after a night like the one they’re about to have. He can’t help but graze his teeth over her shoulder.

“Bucky…”

The whisper of his name makes him turn and swiftly grab her lips in a demanding kiss. Keeping his flesh hand on her ass, he pulls her to him with his metal one on her waist. She yelps and chuckles through the kiss but moans when he does that thing with his tongue that drives her wild.

In moments like this, when he has her warm and soft skin on his, when the taste of her lips dominates his senses and when she sounds so pretty because he’s touching her just the way she likes, nothing else matters. Not his or her past, not what she had to do and become to survive in a world that has treated her as an enemy while she watched others who’s done worse becoming heroes. Not that he’s been lying to his best friend, or that she used to be his other best friend’s girl. The old bastard.

Nothing else matters.

He knows who she is. Or at least what people call her without knowing who’s behind the name. The Powerbroker. He doesn’t have proof and doesn’t know her reasons nor the truth behind it all. It’s just a feeling in his gut and a twist in his chest. They don’t talk about it. Not anymore. The one time he tried to confront her, he ended up with his head between her legs. The first time. Their first time. They haven’t stopped since.

He allows his hand to leave her ass to explore all of her body, her familiar curves, tiny little hairs rising under his touch. He wonders if he’ll ever get tired of feeling her that way. He doesn’t know when they did that, but they’re now both kneeling on the fluffy carpet, never breaking the touches on one another.

She’s the one who breaks the kiss, just when he had started pushing her shirt away from her shoulder to remove it. Her eyelids are heavy, just like her breathing, and she smiles almost innocently, lying down on the carpet before him. She has her hands over her bare stomach and her knees up, legs opening for him, and Bucky is sure she’s the most ethereal thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

In a daze, he runs the tip of his fingers up her calf and then up her thigh, noticing the whimper slipping from her lips. Following the path of his finger with his eyes, he brushes her covered pussy and reaches for the hem of her black underwear.

“Huh huh.” Her foot presses against his chest, stopping him, and he looks down at her, “Gentlemen first… be the good boy I know you are,” she whispers, breathing deeply after releasing her lower lip from her teeth and pulling the fabric of his t-shirt with her toes to show him what she wants.

And Bucky has still to deny her anything, so, like the good boy she likes him to be, he stands up. He starts by removing his jacket, movements deliberately slow and stare trained on her enticing figure, laying down before him, legs wide open and hands dancing around her bare stomach, staring back at him with sheer desire. His pants are tight against him.

When he throws the jacket on the floor and pulls his t-shirt up, exposing his upper body, she sighs, and her hands dance a little further down her belly. His gaze follows when she dips it below her underwear, and he starts unfastening his belt and zipper. His mouth is dry as she lets out a moan. He can see the movements of her fingers under the black fabric, and he can’t help but lick the palm of his flesh hand and wrap it around himself while, using his one free hand, he awkwardly resumes removing his clothes, desperately needing some kind of touch to ease his aching. Entranced by her, he kneels again after stepping out of his trousers.

“Bucky,” Her fingers speed up while her eyelids are heavy. “C’mere…” She sighs as she pulls her hand from underneath her panties.

His heart hammers against his chest in a mysterious way when she says his name like that. He removes his hand from his aching cock to support himself, hovering on top of her with both hands on the floor, caging her body between his arms. When she brings her fingers to his mouth, he gladly accepts the offer, sucking them clean, his eyes fluttering close at the heaven of her taste.

He moves his lips to her neck when she pulls her hand and brings it between the two of them. A moan slips from his mouth to her skin, and she wraps her soft fingers around his cock. Panting, he nuzzles his forehead on her shoulder as she starts stroking him, ever so slowly. A sweet torture.

“Hmm… So damn hard for me. What a good… good boy,” she whispers against his ear and Bucky whimpers, concentrating all his efforts not to come right there and then in her hand at her words and touch. “So damn pretty and hard for me.” She continues her chant of praises while Bucky pants and thrusts his hips against her hand, darting out his tongue to lick her neck before looking down to see her delicate hand around his cock. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” She removes her hand from him and pulls the fabric of her underwear, covering her core, to the side.

Not wasting another minute, Bucky reaches down and aligns himself to her entrance. She’s so wet…completely soaked. And in a swift and rushed move, he’s completely inside her. They both gasp, and their open mouths barely touch. Her hand now tightly fisted in his hair. He loves that part. When they’re both getting reacquainted with the sensation of one another. Her silky walls clenching around him, getting used to his size. Her body molding to his, the water gathering in the corner of her glazed eyes, the little droplets of sweat threatening to run down her forehead, the deep movement of her chest. Fuck… He loves this part, and of their own will, his hips start moving slow and gentle thrusts, savoring the warm and wet sensation of her.

But she’s having none of that.

The grasp on his hair tightens, pulling a hiss out of him while a fire runs down his skin. She grabs a handful of his ass with her other hand. “Fuck me hard, Barnes, like only you can.” She demands through gritted teeth.

And if that’s what she wants, that's what she gets.

She cries out a curse, wrapping her legs and arms around him as his thrusts become deep, rough and fast. Just the way she likes it. He pulls the front of her bra down and ravishes her breasts, grabbing, sucking, licking, pinching, and biting the soft and hot flesh. She shows her appreciation through the incoherent noises coming out of her mouth, and he doesn’t hold back. The thought of leaving his mark on her skin makes him twitch and become even harder inside her. He speeds up his pace making her body jerk on the floor. He loves that she tightens her hold on his body, seeking a way to hold herself up.

With a particularly deep thrust and his teeth on her shoulder, her legs start trembling, and with a loud chant of fucks, she comes all around him. She always finishes fast when he fucks her like that, but Bucky never gets tired of how her body responds to the pleasure he provides her. He leans back to watch her while he keeps the thrust of his hips through her orgasm. Her walls gripping him, hair sticking to her forehead, limbs shaking, face flushed, and the corner of her lips lifting into a blissful smile.

He's so fucked.

Bucky leans down, wanting nothing more than to kiss her, but she’s not done with him. Smirking and pushing his chest, she nudges him with her hips. He follows her lead, allowing her to change position, so he lays with his back on the floor while she straddles his hips. His cock had slipped out of her from the movement, but she doesn’t waste time putting him inside her again and starts riding him.

Bucky’s hand goes to her hips, but stays still; she’s the one controlling the rhythm and taking his breath away. In this position, he gets a better look at her, still with her shirt around her shoulders and her bra gathered underneath her bouncing tits. Wanting to see as much of her as he can, he rips her panties and shoves the tiny piece of fabric away, making her giggle like an angel while doing unspeakable and devilish things with her hips on him.

She looks stunning, riding his cock with fervor, shutting her eyes as she rolls her hips, adjusting herself on him, “Such a great dick… feels so good,” she whispers, eyes squeezed shut, it looks like she’s talking more to herself than to him, but even so, his cock twitches and her chest swells with pride at her praise and her sight.

A tiny gasp from her tells him she’s found her favorite position, the one that allows him to reach that spot of hers, and he thrusts up harder and faster, matching the sway of her hips. All he wants is to give it to her. In these stolen moments between them, she can use his body, his whole self, in every way she wants and needs.

Digging her hands on his pecks, she leans down, rubbing herself on his pelvis, his stomach, wherever she can reach, frantically seeking another release. When he brings his metal fingers to her clit, longing to help her in her mission, she places her hand on top of his, using her fingers to guide his movements and pressure, moaning deeply, when they find the right pace together.

If Bucky has learned anything in those times they spend together, it’s that Sharon Carter is not one to shy away from taking control of her own pleasure, and he’s more than happy to help her in that task in any way she needs him to. In all honesty, he’s never met anyone like her in bed, and he’s not sure if it has something to do with women’s attitude towards sex nowadays or if it’s something inherently hers. He wouldn’t know.

All he knows right now is that his body is on flames for her and she’s close. He feels it coming in the way her pace falters and how her pussy clenches fast against him. She guides his finger to flick her clit in a certain way, and that’s it. Her whole body trembles with her second orgasm, her lips take the form of a silent cry, and then that delicious smile of hers curls up.

Still rolling her hips against his, but in a much more languid way, she looks down at him while locks of her hair fall down her face. Her smile widens, and then she speeds up her pace again. Bucky could spend his life watching and feeling her like this, but she has had her way already. Twice.

Now she’s gonna give him his way.

With both hands on the sides of her waist, he forces her to slow down right before he sits up, curling his metal arm around her to keep the connection of their bodies. She doesn’t protest the change of positions, wrapping her arms around his neck and lifting her knees. He has her so close to him. He keeps the sway of his hips slow, feeling her around him while their panting mouths brush against each other until she closes the little distance between them and kisses him. Slowly, sweetly, savoring him, clouding his mind and filling up his chest with that now familiar feeling that pours inside him every time he’s with her.

The atmosphere in the room shifts from pure lust to something more. He has had her in many ways up till that time, and he loves every one of them, but there’s something about having her like this, so close, her whole body around his, that makes his heart clench in a painful and wonderful way. He hasn’t been guiding her hips anymore, she’s moving and rocking herself against him in the way he likes, slowly and softly. She parts from his lips to pepper sweet little kisses on his cheeks, eyes, nose, his whole face...

Breathless, speechless, lost in her, his hand goes to the back of her neck, and he guides their foreheads to rest together, eyes focused on each other. She moans, and he can feel her fluttering around his cock.

“Bucky…” a low whisper comes out of her lips as her eyes shut. She wraps her feet behind his back, “Baby…”

That’s what does it for him. Her soft voice calling him baby in such a sweet manner for the first time with his cock buried deep inside her. His hips stutter and then freeze while the intense pleasure and warmth runs up his body, head to toe, and he holds her tight against him, spilling his climax inside her, a series of strangle moans coming out of him.

She doesn’t make any move to leave his embrace right away, and they stay there, holding each other, cheek to cheek, panting lungs and fervent skin. When their breaths ease down, Bucky moves to lie back on the floor, taking her with him.

After a few more minutes of laying on top of him, she props her hand on the floor for support and leans back, peeling herself off of him and dropping her body on the carpet beside him. He looks at her, and she looks at him. At her sight, completely spent and in a daze, but with a smile forming on her lips, Bucky’s heart seems it’s going to flee of his chest, and his smile mirrors hers.

In silence, his gaze follows her when she then stands up, heading to the bathroom, coming back just for a second to throw him a warm and wet hand towel so he can clean himself up. He does that, and his eyes follow her back to the bathroom again until they flutter close. At some point, he’ll have to do something about these feelings creating turmoil inside him… for her… just for her. But for now, he allows his mind and whole body to relax, savoring the sensation of just having had her.

He doesn’t know how much time passes until his eyes open again. She’s back, laying beside him on the floor, refreshed and dressed in a gray nightshirt he’s already seen in her, the one written “Let’s taco about it” with an image of a taco instead of the word in the phrase. He holds back a smile and extends his arm so she can get cozy. That she does, wrapping her arm around his waist, resting her head on his chest and folding a leg on top of his.

Damn him for feeling so safe when she cuddles him like that. It’s not something she does all the time, and Bucky can’t help but feel there’s something different about her tonight. She’s not easy to figure out, not at all. But little by little, he’s been starting to get her. A little thought pops into his mind: the more he understands Sharon, the less he understands him…

Steve.

How could he have done what he did? How could he have left her like that? He knows there was something between them. She never says anything. She doesn’t even say his name out loud, at least not to him, Bucky. But he remembers Steve talking about her the times they saw each other in Wakanda. He knows that Steve and Sharon used to meet whenever they could while on the run. Steve talked about her with enthusiasm and a gleam in his eyes that he had never seen him talking about anyone before. She was important to Steven, he knew that much. That’s why he doesn’t understand why his friend never asked her to follow him after Vienna and why he did what he did when he put the stones back. He has to hold back from asking the few times he gets to see him, but he won’t talk about her with him. He wouldn’t dare.

He looks down at Sharon, snuggled into him, and his fingers navigate on their own to play with her hair, bringing out a satisfied sigh from her. Sometimes he wants her to open up to him, maybe they could find a way…

But something has broken inside her. He knows because he’s broken too. If only she would let him in the same way he craves and is ready to let her in…

“How’s Sam?” Her sweet voice takes him out of his reverie.

He scoffs, “You didn’t have to do that with his shield that time, you know that, right?” It slips out of his lips before his mind gets a chance to stop him. He doesn’t stop playing with her hair but holds his breath.

To his absolute surprise, she giggles, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her tone is playful.

Bucky lets out his breath. Yes, there’s definitely something different about her tonight. Something that brings a touch of bravery inside him, just enough for him to keep going further, testing the waters.

“Sharon…” he whispers, while his fingers slide from her hair to caress her arm, the one she’s keeping wrapped around him.

“Hmm…”

He takes in a breath, “One of these days, we… or someone else… will end up catching you.”

He feels it. The way her body tenses up… and he holds her tight, his thumb drawing circles on her forearm. It seems to do the trick as she relaxes against him again.

Silence settles in the hotel room, and Bucky has already given up getting a comeback from her, when barely a whisper comes out of her lips. “One of these days, I might just let you.”

His chest tightens. He had no idea what to expect from his attempt to make her talk about that. It’s the first time she’s come close to acknowledging it, and as much as he’s afraid of what may come next, he doesn’t wanna screw up that opportunity.

“Talk to me…”

He feels the shift in her demeanor right away, as her body stiffens again and her breathing halts for a second.

She swiftly slips away from his arms and sits up, her back to him as she speaks, “You should go.”

He immediately sits up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder, “Sharon, come on… it’s not too late. We can still-”

“You should go.” Her tone is harder as she flinches away from his touch, unaware of the pain she inflicts on his chest. “Sam’s waiting for you with hamburgers and karaoke at the compound.”

He sighs, letting his head fall. Of course, she knows about that.

“Sharon…”

“Just fucking go, Barnes.” She looks back at him, a harsh look on her face. One that he has never seen directed at him before. Not even when they first saw each other again in Madripoor after so long.

He takes one last glance at her back before standing up and gathering his clothes from the floor to go change in the bathroom. He knows this battle is lost.

When he comes back to the room, fully dressed, she’s gotten up from the floor and is now laying on the California king-size bed. A blanket covering her body. Her back still to him.

He walks to the side of the bed and stands there for a moment facing her back, waiting for something, anything, some kind of sign, maybe….

She doesn’t turn or talk to him. He lets out a sigh, “Ok, then. Bye, Sharon,” he says, almost a whisper, before starting to walk towards the door.

“Bucky?”

He halts and turns immediately to the sound of her voice.

She’s sitting on the bed now, looking at him. The expression on her face just as vulnerable as the sound of her voice calling his name. Her eyes, red-rimmed. Bucky knows he’s the one at fault for making her feel that way, and he hates that. But also, it’s the most of her she has ever shown to him. Her truth. There’s a plea on her face, a question that doesn’t reach her parted lips.

But she doesn’t have to say anything. Not to him.

In two long strides, he’s close to her again. He pulls out his shoes and climbs on the bed beside her. As he does so, she lays back on the mattress again, putting her hand on top of his when he pulls her to him with an arm around her waist, molding her back to his chest.

He holds her tight, nuzzling his nose in her hair before placing a kiss on the back of her neck, hoping that somehow that gives her an answer to her silent question, praying that she believes him.

Yes, he will stay.

No matter what.

The end.

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sweetbuckybarnes · 4 months

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Who is This? - Bucky x Reader

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky had a wife during the 40s, she was left heartbroken after the telegram arrived (missing, presumed dead). It's surprising when 80 years later, she was working behind a bar in Madripoor of all places!

Bucky followed Sam and Zemo into a loud bar, he immediately wanted to turn around and go home, why had Zemo demanded he go back to being the Winter Soldier (even if it was one night)?

The sound of heavy drums and guitars also deafened his hearing, a song he had come to learn was The Wild Boy by a band called Duran Duran. A few bartenders and waitresses were walking around, there was only one who stuck out to him - a dark-haired young woman who reminded him too much of his departed wife.

His heart breaks even more, thinking of the woman he had left behind, his girl. The love of his life. Bucky doesn't think he will ever 'get over' her.

The way the young woman walked, carrying a tray of empty glasses (before being tossed an empty bottle by a patron), was so similar to the way his girl walked in the hole-in-the-wall diner she worked in.

She wasn't quick enough to duck under the bar before they got to the door leading upstairs (which was coincidentally next to the bar), Zemo was talking to the bouncer. "Excuse me, gentlemen," the young woman said, squeezing between the back of Zemo and the front of Bucky. Which is when he got a good look at her face.

There she was.

His girl. His wife.

He couldn't even say anything to her, as he was taken upstairs and away from his girl. He could only hope he would be allowed back in at the end of the night to see her.

Y/N Barnes made her way behind the bar, glancing up at the TV where the Kansas City Chiefs were currently playing the Buffalo Bills at Arrowhead Stadium, then down at her phone which showed the live score of the Dodgers game against the San Francisco Giants.

She had been a long-time Dodgers girl, even after she found out they had moved from Brooklyn to Los Angeles.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" Yasmine asked, pushing a dry Martini in front of a 26-year-old woman.

Y/N looked up from the glasses she was putting in the dishwasher. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"One of the men who went upstairs. The way he was looking at you," Yasmine fans her hand for dramatic effect. "I would drop my panties for him in a millisecond."

"Like you don't do that every night."

Yasmine rolled her eyes and served the next half-drunk who had come to the bar.

"Don't listen to her," Anastasia told her, rolling her eyes as Yasmine flirted with her current flavour of the week.

"It's not often I do, darling," Y/N replied, fiddling with Anastasia's curls for a second, before spotting a patron. "What can I get for you, darling?"

He hung off the bar, obviously far too drunk to understand what was going on. "Another beer and your phone number," he slurred.

She shook her head, reaching over and grabbing him another beer. As far as the boss of the bar (whoever that was) was concerned unless they were unconscious- why should you stop serving them? Y/N thought it wasn't right, but no matter how often she voiced this - she was shut down.

She set the beer in front of him and then went to the register to add it to his bill (good thing she currently has his credit card behind the bar).

"Oi, sweet cheeks!" He calls, but Y/N doesn't pay attention looking over at Yasmine and Anastasia with a raised eyebrow. "Sweet cheeks! I asked for your number."

Y/N replied by simply raising her hand proudly displaying her engagement and wedding rings to the drunk. It was only a small diamond (given Bucky worked on the docks before he was deployed), and the plain band she inherited from her great-grandmother.

"What's the matter with that 'un?" He hiccups. "He got you costume jewellery or somethin'?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm going into the back for a moment," she tells Aidan.

Little did the drunk patron know, all those years ago, this was the date she was handed the telegraph - putting in such blunt words. Her James was missing, they presumed him to be dead. It breaks her heart that they never got to have a proper funeral.

"You alright, honey?" Elizabeth (another one of the waitresses) asked, she had been outside on her break. Elizabeth was the only one who knew her true age and about her James.

"It's the day I found out James was missing," Y/N said, before bursting into more tears.

Elizabeth wrapped Y/N up in a hug, everyone oblivious to the fact that Y/N's presumed dead husband was now running through the bar, flocked by Sam and Zemo, and into the alley behind the bar.

When Bucky was sure Zemo, Sam and Sharon were asleep, he slipped out of the safe house and into the night - determined to find out if the woman he saw in the bar was that of his (presumably? should be?) dead wife.

He eventually made his way to the front door of the bar, the bouncers had long since gone home. He could see lights on in the building and just about make out words being spoken thanks to the Super Soldier serum running through his veins.

He grasped the handle and gave it a push, the door hadn't been locked, as it gave beneath the slight push.

He could see three young women sitting on the bar, a man who was counting the money from the register and another man who was dancing.

The young woman sitting closest to the bar, had golden curls hanging around her head. "Mark, you didn't lock the door!"

The man dancing, Mark, looked over at Bucky, eyes widening when he saw the size of Bucky. "I say we just serve him, then lock the door behind him."

As the bartenders and waitress argued amongst themselves, Bucky's eyes never left the woman in the middle. It looked as if she had been crying. "Babydoll?"

The woman stopped giggling, tipping her head back to normal and looked at him, before dropping her glass as tears welled up in her eyes. "James?"

The curly-haired woman gasped, setting her glass down and giving Y/N a push off the bar.

Bucky held his arms out to catch her as her feet landed on the floor. He couldn't stop looking at her big eyes, he'd always loved her big expressive eyes. He always knew how she was feeling by just a look in her eyes.

"James? Is that you?" Her hand came out slowly, and shakily, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing in front of her.

"Hi, babydoll," Bucky smiled, tears starting to fall down his cheeks, a heavy sob held tightly in his chest at the moment in time. As soon as her fingers met his skin, Bucky let out a heavy sigh of relief, reaching over and pulling her into his arms. Y/N's arms dug themselves away from his chest and up around his neck before her hand soon started fiddling with his hair.

The couple stood there for a moment, finally finding their slice of peace. Some came barging into the bar, and the dark-haired woman who had been sitting on the other side of Y/N practically demanded Mark lock the door before the Hounds of Baskerville came in.

Y/N was so happy to finally have her James back in her arms, but there was a whirling sound she couldn't let go. "What's that noise?"

Bucky looked from his wife to his arm and back to his bride. "I'll explain everything to you later, but... I lost my arm, and I now have a prosthetic one," he tells her, letting go of her for a moment so he could take his glove off and show her the black and gold Vibranium one he had made.

"Ok, James. It's a good thing you gave me this," she reached beneath her top and pulled a ring out from beneath, hanging from a chain. "Before you were deployed."

Bucky smiled, cupping her face so he could kiss her. Bucky pulled away chuckling a little. "Babydoll, will you please put my ring back on?"

She reached behind her to unclasp the chain, and slid Bucky's band off, "if it doesn't fit we'll get it resized."

"I don't care what size it is, as long as you put my ring back where it belongs," Bucky almost growled, a piece of him falling back into place with the ring back on his finger.

The next morning - Sam, Zemo and Sharon came into the living room, seeing Bucky sleeping on the sofa (Sam was expecting this, after being told by Steve), however, there was a lump lying next to Bucky they didn't recognise.

Sam slowly makes his way over, gently easing down the thick blanket lying over Bucky and the lump.

Lying there, practically on top of the 'bionic staring machine' was a young woman.

"Did he somehow pick up a girl?" Sam whispered. Sam and Sharon were trying to be quiet - however, Zemo (who didn't care) started clattering around the kitchen, causing Bucky to wake up in a start, which then caused the young woman to look up with tired owl-like eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky nearly demanded, keeping his arms wrapped around his companion.

Sam raised his eyebrow. "I could ask you the same question, Barnes?" Sam looked at the young woman in Bucky's arms. "Who is this?"

Bucky looked down at her, Sam watched as a smile grew on his face. "This is Y/N. Y/N Barnes. My wife."

#bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #sam wilson #sharon carter #baron zemo #takes place in the falcon and the winter soldier #this had been going around in my head for DAYS!!!#1k #2k

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ramp-it-up · 1 year

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That Face

Summary: You get drunk and tell Bucky exactly what you want to do to that face.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

A/N: You can read this as a companion piece to Red Wings.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. More angst on the part of the reader. Sweet Bucky fluff. Jealousy, excessive drinking, intoxication, drunken confessions, face riding, fingering, extreme oral sex (f receiving) anal play, praise kink, allusion to anal sex. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

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Bucky was holding you close to him, and it should have been romantic, but it wasn’t.

You were shit faced, and practically falling down with every step.

“Careful Doll, I’m gonna have to carry you home.”

After just six months of dating, you’d moved in with him, your relationship barreling along with breakneck speed, but who wouldn’t fall in love with Bucky?

Who wasn’t still in love with Bucky?

You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, half a block from your brownstone.

“That sounds hot, Bucky, but I’m pissed…”

“Yeah, I know…”

“No, I’m mad.”

You stomped your foot and wobbled, until Bucky’s hands steadied you again. Bucky bent down and looked you in the eyes.

“You good, Doll?”

His sky blue eyes looked sincere, but jealousy and alcohol wouldn’t let you accept that.

“No! This was supposed to be our night to fuck and have a romantic dinner. You’ve been gone for three weeks. Three weeks, James!”

Bucky looked contrite, but then again there were four of him weaving in front of you right now, so you couldn’t be sure.

“Sorry, Baby. Didn’t know the guys would be in town. It’s my crew.”

“I can take your army buddies, but her. She’s a bitch!”

“Wow. Whoa whoa whoa. You know I don’t like anyone calling women bitches. Even you.”

Bucky straightened up and the stern look he gave you sent a thrill through you, but you weren’t done.

“She still wants you, Bucky. Sharon is a slut. And you always say you love when I’m a slut for your cock.”

Bucky looked around as you started crying and people walking by avoided the scene.

“I don’t want Sharon, Doll. I want you.”

Bucky looked down at you, eyes sparkling with amusement at your jealousy. Even his voice was smiling. It made you madder and you stumbled as you advanced on him, bucking up to the man who was a foot taller than you.

“Look at that fucking face.”

You reached up and took his chin between your fingers.

“No one gets to ride this dimple but me!”

This time Bucky didn’t care about who heard, you’d peaked his interest. His eyebrow shot up.

Even though drunk, you read his expression.

“Yep!”

You nodded and it threw you off balance, but luckily Bucky was there.

“Betcha didn’t know that I touch myself to the memories of the feeling of that chin between my legs. Did it the entire time you were gone. That cock is something else Bucky, but that face. I just want to ride it into the sunset….”

This was new information to Bucky. You seemed to love when he ate you out, but you were always hesitant to ride his face. He licked his lips as he thought of you pleasuring yourself to the thought of his face.

Then he grinned.

You read him again.

“Oh no! No no no. You think you got me. But you said you were mine…”

Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I am yours, Doll.”

“So she can’t ride your face?”

Bucky slowly shook his head.

“No, only you.”

You sighed and sagged into his arm.

“Good, because I-“

And that was the last thing you remembered from that night.

You woke up the next morning, head pounding. You looked around, grateful to be in your bed. And grateful for your boyfriend, who’d left a bottle of water and some aspirin on the bedside table.

You could hear Bucky puttering around in the kitchen but you weren’t quite ready to eat.

You eagerly took the pills and drank the bottle down. Then, you turned on the shower as you brushed your teeth.

You reflected on the gathering at The Howling Commando, the neighborhood bar so familiar to you as you met Bucky’s friends. Which included Sharon Carter.

Bucky’s ex.

“Bucky’s just being nice, y’know?”

Steve tried to reassure you as she and Bucky caught up in the corner. You nodded back at Steve, but when Bucky smiled at Sharon was when you ordered your first shot of Jameson’s.

You showered as you tried to remember the rest of the night. But all you could remember was Bucky’s sweet face. You wrapped up in a towel and sat on the bed as you thought of how sweet Bucky was. He was so cute. That face.

That face.

“Shit!”

Your head fell into your hands as you remembered what happened the night before.

“What’s wrong, Doll?”

You looked up and your heart dropped.

Bucky was clad in only sleep pants and you could tell that there was nothing underneath.

You licked your lips, not bothering to hide your stare. Bucky came and sat down on the bed.

“See something you like, Doll?”

“Morning.”

“G’morning Sunshine..”

Bucky leaned down and kissed you on the cheek, chaste, despite the look in his eye. Your eyes fell to his lips. And lower.

Bucky licked his lips and rubbed his chin.

“You didn’t answer my question, Doll.”

Bucky’s mouth was an inch from yours. He reached for your towel and hooked his finger at the makeshift knot, causing his fingernail to brush your nipple.

“Don’t tease me Bucky…”

“I should say the same to you, Doll. You told me all the things you wanted to do to my face and then passed out.”

“James! I was drunk!”

“They say we are the most honest when we’re drunk.”

Bucky kissed you and then looked into your eyes.

“D’you believe that I don’t care about Sharon?”

You liked into his true blue eyes and you knew he wasn’t lying.

“I believe you. I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, Doll.”

You reached up and caressed his lips and chin.

“Gotta admit. This face is pretty irresistible.”

Bucky grinned and you leaned in for a kiss and climbed on his lap, grinding as he took your towel off.

“Been so long, Bucky.”

Bucky’s hands caressed you as he leaned back and let you have your way.

You made your way down his body, reacquainting yourself with his form with your lips, tongue, and fingers. He lifted his hips as you pulled down his pajama pants, lightly scratching his thighs on the way down.

“God I missed you so much, Doll. Spent all last night just waiting until we could get home. Wanted to lose myself in you.”

You had Bucky in your hand, sitting on his legs as you stroked his half-hard cock to full life.

“M’sorry Babe. How can I make it up to you?”

You looked up at him, ready to suck his soul out.

“Come up here and ride this irresistible face.”

You gasped as Bucky pulled you up his body until you were kneeling over him.

“There she is.”

Bucky’s fingers helped to separate your lips as he breathed hot breath into your cunt.

“So fucking wet for me.”

And then he went to work on licking into your tangy goodness.

“So good. Such a good girl for me. Such a good pussy.”

Bucky sat you down and suckled your clit, pulling on it like it was gum, stretching it and your soul out for the world (inside your bedroom) to see. He was kneading your breasts and pulling your nipples, serving to make you wetter and him messier.

But it was only just beginning as you started gyrating on his chin.

Bucky smacked your ass and pushed you over on your hands and knees again.

“That’s a girl. Bounce on my tongue.”

You did as you were told, feeling Bucky’s chin in your vagina each time you bounced on his tongue.

“Smear that shit all over my fuckin face Doll. You know you want to.”

Bucky took your ass in his hands and then started moving you back and forth on his face. You were overwhelmed with numerous sensations as his lips, tongue and chin, covered with short facial hair, destroyed your soul.

“Now sit up and fuck this face, Doll. Please. ”

You peered down at his bright blue eyes as his fingertips grazed your stomach. You obeyed him as you pulled his hair and took your throne, his thick, wide tongue spearing into you as you fucked his face.

His chin was now grazing your puckered hole, and you moaned as the scruffy dimpled part of him made you tremble.

“J-James…”

Bucky spread your cheeks and moved his tongue so that it could invade your inmost parts. He licked you from ass to clit and your legs started trembling.

You leaned back over and bounced in his tongue again, holding your breasts with one hand as you braced against the wall with the other.

Bucky’s hand snaked around to flick your clit as you gasped and fully sat on his face as his tongue speared into you, twisting and curling, not as all consuming as his cock, but reaching that special spot inside you nonetheless.

You gasped and sat back, hand on his sternum as you rolled your hips into his face.

“Oh. Ohhhh, oh Jamesssss.”

You whimpered, and your crying-like noises as you moved told him how it felt.

“So… fuck it feels so good…

You were grabbing his hair as he craned his neck upward to look at you.

Bucky growled into your cunt then lifted you upright again, his thumb slipping into your ass. This caused a gush of your fluids into his mouth and he started moaning.

“Mmmmmm. Mmhmmmm!”

“Oahhhh oh ahhh.”

Bucky was still breaching your ass as his tongue sped up impossibly and his lips suckled your clit intermittently.

“More… please!”

You were seeing stars as you reached back and pushed Bucky’s thumb in to the hilt.

Bucky moaned as you started bouncing again. His hand was fucking your ass as you rode his face.

“Please please please…”

“Hmmph… yesssss.”

Bucky spoke into your cunt as you started to reach your crescendo. He could taste your orgasm coming before it happened. Everything sped up.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Ummmmmm!”

Bucky was in heaven as you continued to gush into his mouth.

You came with a scream as Bucky lapped you all up.

“Unnnnh!”

Bucky pulsed precum on his stomach as you came on his face.

“Unh ahhhh.

“So pretty, Doll. Stay right here.”

Bucky kissed your lips as you quivered in front of him.

“Want this ass. Gonna give it to me?”

“Bucky…”

“She’s ready for me now.”

Bucky’s finger found that hole again.

“Gonna make you feel real good.”

You whimpered as Bucky spit on his fingers and manipulated two of them inside you.

He gave your clit a peck with his lips and you jumped.

“Nice and loose for me.”

You looked down on him adoringly and carded your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp. He moaned.

“Please Doll. But only if you want that too. I need you. You’re my best girl. My good girl.”

You looked back, his cock jumping on his abs, sticky with his pre cum. You shuddered at his praise and at the thought of him inside that hole. But as Bucky probed and kissed you further, you knew you wanted it.

You didn’t need to look back down to know that Bucky was buried in your cunt again, bringing you to another peak. Instead, your head lolled back on your shoulders as you rode Bucky’s mouth again.

“Anything! Anything you want, Bucky…I want it too! Ah…”

You just couldn’t resist that face.

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Want You

18+ Minors dni

Love this. This was literally in the works and then I see this request in the middle of me writing it, chefs kiss. I love jealously, idk what’s wrong with me but it scratches an itch I cannot describe.

Warnings: FLUFF, pregnancy, Smuuttt (daddy kink, breeding kink,) angst if you squint but honestly not really.

Word count: 1.6k

The best part is Sharon was so certain Bucky would never chose you. Bucky had a type and it wasn’t you so imagine her surprise when he’s completely smitten by you. And by surprised, I mean complete and utter denial.

She figured it’s just a phase, maybe Bucky is bored, wants to try something new and soon or later, he’ll come to his sense and dump you, it’s just a matter of time.

Except.

The way he is with you is unlike anything else. PDA galore and this is from the man who retches at physical touch.

Bucky’s hands are always on you and the more comfortable het gets, the friskier his touches become. He has you on his lap during movie night, one hand up your shirt, softly stroking your skin. His arms are wrapped around you, cuddling you to his chest like a teddy bear, not giving a shit what movie is on.

All he cares about is cuddling his girl in his arms at all times.

He gets pouty. Sharon nearly loses her shit when she sees how soft he is for you. You can’t even get up and get a drink of water without him trailing behind you or jutting his bottom lip out when you tell him he can stay, you’ll just take a sec.

“But I can come with you”

“Bucky I’m just going to the kitchen”

“I’m coming with you”

His head rests on your shoulder as you make yourself some tea, his eyes closed, arms around you waist, he truly doesn’t ever want to be anywhere else.

And the names. Any girl he’d been with before had only been referred to by name but with you?

“Good morning my baby”

“I missed you babygirl”

“Come cuddle with me bubba”

“How’s my babydoll”

“Where’s my baby” Sharon saw red the day he was going around looking for you, hardly realizing (nor giving a fuck) he didn’t use your name and just went around asking where his baby was. Everyone thought it was the absolute sweetest thing on the planet, love stuck Bucky, happily wandering looking for his babydoll (who was napping in his Henley on his bed). Sharon strongly disagreed.

All hell nearly breaks loose when she comes back from a temporary transfer. She figured Bucky’s infatuation would have died down by now. So imagine her surprise when she sees…

You were fast asleep on the couch, your back flush against his chest. Bucky nuzzled his face into your neck, his hand softly rubbing your little baby bump under your shirt. He couldn’t stop kissing you, giving you gently little kisses, careful not to wake you up while he caressed your tummy, he thought he was in love before but now it was in over drive.

Sharon considered quitting. Because it only gets worse.

You’re almost always in Bucky’s arms. He’s always carrying you. He won’t let your feet touch the ground, not when you’re having his baby. And fuck, he loves talking about it.

“I’m going to be a dad!”

“You think our baby will have super strength?”

“What do you mean I can’t get them a mini knife set”

He’s doting on you constantly, feeding you, rubbing your feet, kissing each of your toes before massaging up your calves. He never lets you shower alone, he’s always there to help you, making sure you don’t slip. He has you lay down on the soft sheets, grabbing your favourite lotion, his hands working in gentle circles, massaging it into your skin. He kisses your stretch marks, taking his time moisturizing your skin, his hands skimming over the little kicks; he loves feeling his little one move inside.

Sharon had a resignation letter ready (thought not submitted) after Bucky took his shirt off at the gym. He’d been shirtless plenty of times so she knew exactly what he looked like, memorizing every scar, and dip of his skin. So this was fucking new.

Bucky’s fists flew to the punching bag, his chest glistening with sweat, beading down his pecs, right over where he had your name tattooed, another tattoo dedicated to his little baby boy etched on his shoulder.

“Y-you got a tattoo?” She tried to give him a flirty smile, her hand coming to trace over the tattoo, her skin flushing in embarrassment when Bucky took a step back.

“Yeah” Bucky stuck to giving her one word answers, in utter disbelief she was still trying to make a move even after he’d had a baby with you.

“ Nice ink cyborg” Sam smirked, hoping to egg Sharon on, loving the way she angriliy huffed, trying to pretend she didn’t care.

“For my angels” Bucky smiled shyly, his cheeks blushing, this wouldn’t be the only piece he had for you.

Stop here if you just wanted some fluff. Continue if you want some spice.

Oh she doesn’t just over hear it. She saw it. It was her fault tbh.

You stayed back while the team had left for an international conference, leaving the entire compound free for just you and a certain super soldier. Sam’s sister had happily agreed to babysit for the weekend to give you both some alone time. And what a fucking time you had.

After learning Bucky wasn’t going, Sharon had managed to find a way to stay behind, figuring this would be the best time to get him alone, completely unaware that you were still at the compound. She did her makeup, throwing on a sheer dress and foregoing a bra, making her way down stairs…when she heard….the fuck?

The sounds of skin slapping on skin echoed through the hall from the kitchen, pornographic moans bouncing off the walls.

Her lips curled into a smirk, even if Bucky was fucking someone else, it was nice to know he wasn’t as loyal as everyone though. He clearly got bored of you, just waiting for the chance for you to leave before he could feel some type of satisfaction.

She crept down the hall, nearly collapsing, watching the both of you, stark naked, fucking on the kitchen counter. Bucky had thrown off all your clothes, bending you over the island, his palm pressing in between your shoulder blades, against the cold marble.

“Y-you like this, huh baby, you love daddy’s cock filling you up? Smile for the camera mama, lemme see that pretty little face”

Sharon felt light headed, noticing Bucky’s phone propped up, his hand coming to tug your hair, your eyes rolling all the way back. Bucky spanked you, causing you to cry out before coming down to kiss your shoulder, thrusting into you harder.

“Look at how fucked out you are baby, how you gonna handle my cum princess, already so fucking gone” Bucky groaned, his cock throbbing as you moaned, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

“Gonna put another baby in you mama, fuck, can’t wait to see you pregnant again” Bucky’s balls felt heavy, slapping against your clit with each stroke.

“J-J-ames!” You cried out feeling the band tighten in your belly, your orgasam approaching you hard and fast.

“Mmm say my name doll, say my fucking name” He snarled, pulling his cock out, throwing you over his shoulder, moving to the dining table.

There’s no way…he wouldn’t actually…oh fuck. Sharon didn’t know why she didn’t just leave but she couldn’t look away as Bucky set up his phone again. He carefully crawled on top of you, right in the middle of the table (thank fuck for Stark technology, it was built to withstand just about anything), spreading your legs, slamming into you in a single stroke.

“Kinky little baby, wasn’t this your fantasy princess? For me to fuck you right on the dining table” Bucky let out a dark chuckle, brining your thighs up higher so he could hit a deeper angle. You nearly sobbed, your head thrown back against the table as he slammed into you, his hand cradling your head so you wouldn’t get hurt.

“James I-I’m gonna-

“I know mama, squeeze my cock baby, milk it, take my cum” Bucky moaned, nipping and biting your skin, leaving dark bruises in their wake. “There’s so much cum baby, gonna make such a mess all over the table”

“JAMES” You clawed at his back feeling his hand come down to play with your clit, his pace growing sloppy.

“Babygirl….m’gonna knock you up baby, you want daddy’s cum?”

“Wan’ daddy’s cum Bucky, wan’ it!” You whined and cried out, your walls spasming around him, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he started to fill you, his cum leaking out of you, dripping through your folds and onto the table.

“So. Much. Cum mama, its so fucking much” Bucky whimpered, his sensitive cock still throbbing in your silky walls. “Fuck, I love you” He grinned down at you, letting his body relax for a bit, as you played with his hair. He let his phone continue recording, he loved these moments just as much.

The whole compound was a mess. Bucky had spilled his cum into you in the gym, the showers, the balcony, the lab, the elevator, and finally in your room, under the covers, his hips slowly rolling against you, taking his time to savour your body.

Sharon moves to a different department. But it didn’t help. Imagine her surprise when she sees Bucky’s arms full of babies, a little toddler on his shoulder, sleeping twins in both arms, with you by his side, your hand resting on your little baby bump.

Of course she’s still waiting for the day where he’ll lose interest.

And he never does.

Not on the day you got married.

Not on the day you had your fourth baby.

Not on the day you had your fifth.

Not today.

Not ever.

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literaryavenger · 5 months

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I love you and I hate it

Summary: Bucky's your best friend, but you're in love with him. Now that he has a girlfriend, will you be able to get a handle on your feelings?

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Bucky being a bit of an ass. Reader being dramatic. Angst. Language maybe. Minimal use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: this is a two part because otherwise it was too long. Hope you like it! also, it's 4:30am and I can't help myself lol.

Masterlist

Loving your best friend is not something anyone ever plans. Getting those kinds of feelings for the person closest to you changes the way you look at them, the way you interact and essentially your relationship with them, making everything unnecessarily complicated.

At least that’s how you see it.

You definitely didn't think something like that could ever happen to you. But to be fair, you also never thought Bucky Barnes would ever become your best friend at the compound.

When you first arrived as the newest avengers recruit the brooding supersoldier was not your biggest fan. Things didn’t start on the best note for you two.

- 2 years ago -

Steve was showing you around the compound and introducing you to people and team members as you met them. You arrived at the common room where Bucky and Sam were watching Tv. "Hey guys. This is Y/N, the new recruit I told you about," Steve introduced you "this is Sam." he said to you as Sam got up from the couch putting out his hand.

"Nice to meet you." he said.

"You too," you said, shaking his hand "it’s so exciting to be here and meet all of you. You are all such remarkable people."

"Oh, complimenting me? I like you already." Sam said chuckling.

"Of course you do." Steve said, rolling his eyes with a smile, then turned to you "and this is Bucky" he said, pointing at the brunette still sitting on the couch.

"Hi Bucky, it’s nice to meet you too." you said, getting closer to him and holding out your hand for him to shake. Bucky, however, just looked at you for a moment before standing up, turning away from you and walking out of the room without saying a word.

"Uh... did I do something wrong?" you asked, very much confused, still looking at the door Bucky just ran out of.

"No, it’s always him." said Sam.

"Sam, don’t." Steve told him, then turned to you again "don’t mind Bucky, he’s not good with new people. It’s nothing personal, he’ll get used to it, don’t worry."

"Right. He’ll get used to me." you said as he gave you an apologetic look "yeah… anyway, let’s finish the tour."

"Sure, bye Sam. See you around, I guess." you told Sam with a smile.

"Yeah, see you guys at dinner." and with that you left to finish the tour of the compound that ultimately ended with your assigned room.

"So this is your room, Natasha has the room on the right and Sam has the one on the left." he pointed at them as he talked and then pointed at the room across from yours "that's Bucky, to his right is Peter and mine is to his left."

"A lot of neighbors, got it." you said chuckling with Steve.

"Yeah. So I’ll let you get settled and I’ll see you at dinner with the team." he said.

"Yeah, see you later."

If you were honest with yourself, you were a little disappointed at how meeting Bucky went, you were really looking forward to meeting the super soldier.

While all the other girls were busy crushin on Captain America, you always felt more attracted to Sergeant Barnes.

Something about him just made you curious, and, after all the Winter Soldier stuff came to light, you were one of the few people that saw right away that Bucky was a victim.

You never did understand how people could read all the details of what happened to him and still call him a monster, like it was his fault that he was captured, tortured and made to do things no decent human being would ever do.

In fact, you got in trouble more than one time for fighting when things escalated while you were defending the super soldier from agents that didn’t see it like you.

It’s really a shame that a lot of agents of Shield itself thought so ill of the Sergeant. Maybe that’s why he didn’t like you, maybe he thought you were one of them.

You had to make sure he knew you weren’t.

Having made up your mind, you decided there was no better time like the present. You crossed the hall and knocked on his door, and after a few moments he opened.

"I know, Steve, don-" he interrupted himself the second he laid eyes on you.

"Sorry, not Steve. Clearly. I’m sorry to bother you, Sergeant Barnes, I just wanted to let you know that I don’t have anything against you. I know some agents feel like you should be held accountable for the things you were forced to do, and they’re not really afraid to get vocal about it, but I’m not one of them. I don’t think any of it was your fault. It may not matter much to you, after all you don’t seem to like me very much, but it’s important to me that you know this. You’re kind of my hero." you finished, a little embarrassed at admitting this to his face. He looked at you for a few moments and, just as you thought he was about to slam the door in your face, he grinned.

"I’m your hero, doll?" he asked, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed in a way that made his biceps look huge and a smirk on his face.

After that you and Bucky became quick friends, spending more and more time together. Missions, training, down time, you were practically attached at the hip.

You were always careful not to let any feelings grow other than friendship and, mostly, it was easy.

There were some times where you somehow ended up flirting, but they were fleeting moments that passed as quickly as they came, and you decided, for your own peace of mind, to not overthink them and let it go every time.

Now, back to the present, the reason why you’re lost in your thoughts and feelings for Bucky.

You’re watching from a distance as Bucky smiles and laughs, happier than you’ve ever seen him surrounded by his friends, more relaxed than he’s ever been during a party.

You smile at his happiness, glad that he’s finally comfortable around pretty much everybody, but your face falls pretty fast as you see him wrap his right arm around her.

You’ve known Sharon for a while now, she was one of the agents in the list for the spot in the Avengers before you got it. You always felt like she resented you for it, like she should’ve been the one to get it because she was already close with some of the members of the team.

She was never openly hostile with you, but you did notice her hanging around Bucky more and more in the last few months. You didn’t think anything of it, but you were proved wrong just half an hour ago when Bucky started to introduce her to the avengers she didn’t already know as his girlfriend.

As soon as that word came out of his mouth, so casually you’d think he'd been saying it his whole life, you felt like you were gonna throw up.

It took all your skills to keep your face as neutral as possible, you felt like Sharon’s eyes were on you the whole time, trying to see every micro expression she could find to know what you were thinking.

But you were probably just imagining that, right?

You excused yourself as soon as you could and went straight to the bar to get the strongest drink Nat could make, which she handed to you with a knowing look while glancing behind you.

You barely had time to think before you felt his hand on your shoulder, feeling his body next to you but you didn't turn to look at him, taking a sip of your drink instead.

"Hey, doll, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Sharon before, it’s still pretty new."

You tried to keep your voice as cheery as you normally would around him. "Why would you? It’s your relationship, why are you apologizing?"

He gave you a weird look you'd never seen before, before saying "Because we’re best friends? We usually tell each other everything… right?" he sounded a bit uncertain.

"Yeah, right, duh." you said, trying to give a genuine laugh "Well, it’s alright anyway, now I know! Stop worrying, just go be with her."

He looked around your face for a few more moments, like he was looking for something, before he said "ok, then." and left.

You managed to keep the smile on your face until you were sure he was gone, but dropped it as soon as you looked back ahead of you.

Taking another sip of your drink and making a face at how much alcohol was actually in it, you looked at Nat and, nodding, you left before she could comment on the scene you’re sure she just watched in its entirety.

So here you are now, in a corner watching people enjoy themselves, just like you used to do at parties with Bucky by your side, except you’re alone.

You try to look on the bright side, you really are, but you can find none.

You can't talk about it with anyone either since nobody knows about your feelings for the super soldier, except for Natasha who always seems to know everything, but you aren't too close with her and neither of you ever actually spoke about it out loud.

Not that you would've, you aren't the most outgoing person, usually keeping your feelings and most of your thoughts to yourself, with the exception of Bucky.

With him talking seems like the easiest thing in the world, it doesn't matter about what. He knows almost everything that he could possibly know about you, the only thing that you could never bring yourself to talk about is your feelings for him.

You feel a hand in the low of your back and, just as you're bringing your fist up, you realize it's just Steve. "Easy there, tiger." he chuckled, lowering your arm for you. "You seem a little on edge. Everything okay?"

"Everything’s just fine, Captain. You can salute your way to someone else now." His laugh makes you smile against your will.

"Okay, rookie, you don’t wanna talk about it." you roll your eyes at the old nickname, but he keep going, "you know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a party without your moping buddy."

You glance at Bucky, who's busy laughing it up with Clint and Laura, his arm still around Sharon. Your eyes find Steve’s again, and you simply shrug. "We’re allowed to do our own thing, aren’t we?"

"Of course you are... I was just wondering why you weren’t with him, that’s all."

You avoid his eyes while you quietly say, "he already has someone at his side tonight, doesn’t need me there."

"What’s that supposed to mean?" comes a voice from behind you.

Damn. The one moment you weren’t looking at him and he sneaks up on you.

You turn around and see him standing there, arms crossed in front of his chest, Sharon at his side with a smug look on her face that you convince yourself you’re just imagining.

"What’s what supposed to mean?" You try playing dumb, but you know Bucky can see right through that.

He raises an eyebrow at you expectantly but when you just shrug and give him your best confused look, he sighs and looks at Sharon. "Hey babe, can you get me a scotch from the bar? I’ll meet you there."

You don't know if you're more hurt at him calling her that or relieved at the fact that he didn’t use the nickname that was usually reserved for you.

She just nods and, without taking her eyes off of you, gives him a kiss on the lips. Okay, you definitely didn’t imagine that. As soon as she’s far enough, Bucky turns back to you.

"What’s wrong with you tonight?" He asks sharply.

"Excuse me? Who said there was something wrong with me?" You say defensively.

"Oh come on doll, you’ve been weird ever since Sharon got here. What’s the matter, do you not like her or something?"

You don't know what to say. You certainly aren't about to tell your best friend that the reason you don’t like his new girlfriend is because you have feelings for him. That’s not gonna end well for anybody. So you decide to just keep on denying.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bucky, so why don’t you just go after you little girlfriend and enjoy your night with her."

"That, right there." he points at your face in a very accusatory manner. "What the fuck was that?"

"What was what?" you’re starting to raise your voice a little and swatting at his hand, getting annoyed at him for not letting this go.

"You’re being a jerk about Sharon, what is your problem with her?"

"I don’t have a problem with her!"

"Yes, you do!"

"Why are you trying to make this into a problem?!"

"Because I know you!" At this point you're both yelling.

"Well, clearly, you don’t know me as well as you think you do!" Lie.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?! Just tell me what the hell is your problem!"

"Why do you care so much? Even if I had a problem, it’s my business, it’s not like I’m your girlfriend!" Bucky just looks at you with a face you’d never seen on him before and you can't decipher.

The whole room seems to go quiet as you two just look at each other for a few moments, then Bucky finally speaks.

"You’re right." he says, in a much quieter voice than a second before -you’re not my girlfriend. I just thought you were my friend. Guess I was wrong. I’ll go after my little girlfriend now."

You can't find it in you to say anything and, when you just look at him, he scoffs and turns around to make his way to the bar.

Slowly it feels like everyone else starts to go back to what they were doing before your yelling match stopped the party in its tracks, but you feel like you can't breath, let alone move, as you watch the spot where Bucky was standing just moments ago, tears starting to form in your eyes.

You can’t believe that just happened. Did Bucky really just say you aren’t his friend?

A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality and you hear Steve saying "are you okay?" from next to you.

In all honesty, you forgot he was even there.

All that comes out of you is a broken sob before you turn around and make a run for the elevator, as fast as you can run in heels and a floor-length cocktail dress.

Steve runs after you, but there are too many people around that slow him down, and by the time he gets to the elevator the doors had just closed.

He waits to see where you would stop, assuming your shared floor but you never know. His eyebrows furrow in confusion and he pushes the button of the elevator, glad that he waited a second more.

When he gets to the roof it's so dark outside that it takes a second before he find you, and once he does he slowly gets close to you.

What he was not expecting was to find you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees and crying.

Steve sits down next to you and puts his arm around your shoulders wordlessly while you cry.

After you calmed down a bit he says "He’s really worried about you, Y/N. If there’s something going on, you should just tell him. He’ll understand…"

You think about it for a few minutes while you find a way to tell Steve what's going on.

"How do you tell someone that the reason you’re sad is because you love them?" you say with tears starting to form again in your eyes.

Steve can only stare at you, at a loss for words.

You hear something behind you and when you turn you see Bucky’s back, walking towards the elevator.

It doesn’t matter how long he was there for, he obviously heard you.

You look back at Steve that has an apologetic look on his face, confirming your fear. Damn super soldier hearing.

Well, it looks like your friendship with Bucky is officially dead.

Part 2

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~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Summary: You agreed to arrange marriage when you were little, after seeing who you are to marry. You wish you could go back.

Warning- drinking? None i can't think of.

(Spelling may be bad as I'm very dyslexic sorry in advance)

You've been staying in your bestfriends apartment for 2 days now, you've just had more time to think about what will become of your life, you didn't get as many texts from James as you thought when you went to bed around 11PM but oh lord when you woke up it wouldn't stop going off, in all truth your phone died and you fell asleep with it on charge.

"Omg, would you turn that off.. It's 6:30, i love you, but not that much.." your friend groaned as she walked over to your phone to turn it off seeing you still in your make shift bed, you were about to get up and go get coffee but a 'huh' your friend made caught your attention.

"What? If it's something stupid, imma smack you so hard.." You look at your now bright screen to see unread texts coming through from an unknown caller, you picked it up and started reading some, with her reading over your shoulder, your were confused at first because you didn't know who it was but when finding out who thought it would be an amazing idea to text you at an ungodly time, but you soon figured it out, it was james.

You were annoyed at not only did he get home at 1am close to 2 so you would have been there for hours on your own but because he was the last person you wanted to talk to.

Rolling your eyes you went on with your life, making and drink a cup of coffee then getting ready to attend a fashion show, you weren't walking but you were invited with front row seats and couldn't pass it up, and there was have after party which you managed to get your friend into aswell somehow, so a minimum of 6 hours away from James and all the stress in the world.

"I wonder if theres cute guys there? I hope so. Ugh, after me and Josh broke up, I've been so lonely.. in bed, of course, i dont want commitment!" You watch as your best friend since college, Chloe, yapped about boys while realising for the 4th time today what's going to change when you marry James, "have you seen Joshs new girlfriend, I think we went to high school with her.. shes nice..." As she continues to gossip while doing makeup, you zone out and think about your life until she claps, getting your attention once again, "you know what?! I'm happy for Josh. I'm happy being single. He's happy being non single." She smiled at you."You should be happy you're marrying one of the most richest and most powerful men in America, probably the world, maybe.." You just nod and smile at her. You don't know if you are smiling because she's smiling or if what she said was correct, you're sure you'll find out.

While driving to the fashion show, the topic of James was brought up, "if I were marrying him, I'd be in his bed so fast," Chloe stated for the 38th time. "Is it true? The rumours about his arm, that's is.. no doubt the rumours about his dick aren't false -" You zone out from your friends rant about James when your phone screen lit up from a text... his text.. one after the other..

You zoned back in to hear chloe talking about Zeon. In all fairness, you didn't know who he was, but also, she hadn't spoken about him til now, or you think so? You were about to ask who he was until you see a modern building with lots of windows and a weird looking woman statue but with no curves and all straight lines and spikes, it did make you uncomfortable in an unspeakable way but you got out of the car and walked past it while looking down, you walked up to the bouncer you, showing your Ids and was let in, after the man blocking the door with a clipboard questioned chloe about if she was in the right place or not.

You were seated towards the end of the runway, which you didn't mind, but what you did mind was the constant camera flash some for the models but mostly for you.. that isn't helping you stay away from James, but you do like attention. The event was over later than you expected as some older women went on a rant about how fashion changed and how it was disturbing now or whatever.

You parked in a 24/7 parking zone and walked a little over 10 minutes for the after party that was already in full swing when you got there, heading straight towards the bar with chloe walking close behind to order a mocktail since you dont drink often but over to your left chloe was downing tequila shots like water, that wasn't surprising but what was surprising was when she ordered a cocktail and sent it your way, she knows you don't drink but looking around and seeing all the lady's glancing at you knowingly you thought this was one of the rare occasions where you will drink, and drink you did.

You knew from the start that marrying James Barnes wouldn't be easy from all his "fans" who are just girls throwing themselves on him but finding out he has a girlfriend? A whole other can of worms you didn't realise opened but the girls at this club were a new level of bitchy, like one tried spilling her red wine on you but ended up missing and it went over the lad next to you who weren't amused at all or when you were dancing with chloe and some other chick tried tripping you but you stepped over her foot unknowingly but 30 seconds later you did almost trip yourself up, but that's about the last thing you remember apart from getting more drink and getting hit on some else happening then dancing on someone or dancing on your companion.

But you do know 1 thing for certain is that you've woken up with a massive banging head ache in a warm bed, half dressed and with what you assumed someone sleeping next to you as they haven't moved, unless they're watching you sleep?

(Lol sorry i hadn't been posting i just moved, lmao, so that's taken most of my time)

TAGS: @learis @unaxv @cjand10 @pattiemac1 @coffee-winter-and-silence @scott-loki-barnes @blackhawkfanatic

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yn-barnes · 5 months

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Exploring Explosions ~

Bucky x reader

: ⚠️ warnings mentions of Sharon, coma, memory loss, and brain stuff ⚠️ :

Summary - While on a mission, something happens to bucky while on the journey to recover, he fines something he wants more than life itself.

(I know I used this before, but look at him)

(And ik these and short and kinda move fast but other wise imma dragggg this out and ain't noone wants that! 😭)

Part 1

Your heals clicked and clacked as you make your way to the living room, as you entered the room Steve stood up and gave you a look of concern look then sat down when he didn't see any distress on your face. You sat in the armchair, looking at your papers, biting your lip, making sure there was nothing else you could do at this moment.

"Good news first.. bucky should make a full recovery and there's no long term damage, the rush surrounding his face will die done duo to the super serum and cream we can provide him-" you were about to get to the not so good news when a irritated voice pipes up from the back. Sharon. "Can you get on with it, like we get it you 'saved him' just tell me what's wrong with him" She states as everyone just stares at her in disbelief, you blink a few times before ignoring her statement completely.

"As I was saying, the issue is the substance sprayed in Mr Barnes' face - well, uhh - to put it simply, it would affect how and what the brain releases chemically. So far, his brain has produced more dopamine, and we have a fair guess that it could also produce more oxytocin at an alarming rate."

You got some nods of understanding, some blank faces, and some straight out confused about what's going on, you were about to explain more but you got a notification that you were needing back at medical. Excusing yourself you quickly left the room and made your way down the hall to the medical ward and started praying on the way that no one died, you cursed under your breath for being stylish and wearing your heels and not your crocs or boots.

You slip through the Automatic sliding doors and went to Barnes door scanning your card and finger, the door opened and you quickly went inside locking it behind you, confused as to why you were notified that his vitals changed drastically becuase they looked normal. Then it hit you, They shouldn't be this normal. You unhooked, then sleeping soldier and grabbed the front of his bed, pulling him to the door, unlocking it and dragging it out, yelling for help, and to get the MRI machine ready. Once he's in the machine and getting scanned, you whip out your phone to inform cap that his best friend might be a lot worse than thought to be.

Cap entered just when James was being moved from the room and was being put back. He looked for you and saw you at the desk looking puzzled by his results. Before you could even speak, he knew you would have some big words and to give it to him so simply that even thor would understand.

"The stuff he was sprayed with was so old that it took time kicking in, and now it has the body got so almost stressed it thought its best way to survive was to just go black." You said with a straight face, and Steve understood but also knew you left parts out you couldnt dumb down. "Steve.. if worse comes to worse, he could be in a coma for years.. and the best outcome is memory loss, " which hung in the air for quite some time before he just started nodding and walking around, pacing back and forth. He sat on the ground and just looked shocked and in denial.

@unaxv @sapphirebarnes

(Idk if it worked)

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welovelouisandbucky · 4 months

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Avengers Incorrect Quotes #idc

(y/n showing off their new fit)

Sharon: nice fit, where did you get it from?

Y/n, deadpan: your mom's closet

...

Y/n: can someone please help me?

Sharon, standing up immediately: here—

Y/n:nofuckoff. *Proceeds to limp to the room with broken rib and a stab wound*

J*hn, just existing:

Y/n and Bucky: and we took that personally.

...

Sharon accidently spills drink on Bucky's shirt.

Sharon: oh my- I'm so sorry

Y/n, lits lighter: don't worry I got this.

Sam: you're gonna burn the shirt?—

Y/n: who said anything about shirt?

Sam:oh okay... WAIT Y/N NO!

Cuts to scene Sharon running for her life.

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missvelvetsstuff · 5 days

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No Benefits

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Masterlist

Then Sharon Carter comes to work with them.

Warnings: swearing, angst, stupid Bucky, bad Sharon, good friend Sam

Notes: Steve and Tony are around but retired, everything else is mostly canon

I try to keep my Readers description vague but as always, she's a she and above average height

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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avengerscompound · 9 months

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The Recruit - 30. You

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 2656

Warnings: smut (MMFF bisexual threesome. Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, overstimulation)

Synopsis: When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it. He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time. Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out. It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

30. You

There was a heavy and rapid thud in your ears as you made your way down the hall to Steve’s apartment. Each step you took was nervous and light, like you were tiptoeing down there, terrified you were going to get caught. There was no rational reason to think you were doing anything wrong. Steve was your boyfriend and it had been agreed upon that you would go see him this morning. It was just, with the pressure of having to be the one that spoke to Steve about getting an MRI was starting to stress you out.

There wasn’t even a discernible reason why you were so nervous to do it. It wasn’t like you were going in there to attack him and you’d been there when he’d completely lost control. You weren’t telling him he couldn’t work. You were just worried about him. Even though you hadn’t known Steve at all before his kidnapping, you knew even a couple of months ago this would have been no big deal. Maybe he would have tried to reassure everyone that he was fine, but he wouldn’t get upset about it.

Now? Who could say? His mood was volatile and he’d shown that that temper could translate into violence. You were sure he wouldn’t be violent to any of you, but that didn’t mean he would take it well.

You reached the door and took a breath before knocking.

It took a moment before the door was pulled open, and rather than Steve, you came face to face with Sharon. She was still in her nightgown, a short satin number in pale gray with cherry blossom branches printed on it, and a white satin robe that was hanging open.

“Hey, babe,” she said and kissed your cheek, opening the door to let you in. “You’re up and around early.”

“I wanted to catch Steve before he went for a run,” you said.

She laughed, “You would normally have had to get up a lot earlier to do that,” she said. “That man is pathological. He’s usually out there before the sun. But, we managed to convince him to stay in today. You know -” she lowered her voice to a near whisper - “after what happened. Is that why you’re here?”

“Yeah, I guess you can say that,” you said as she closed the door behind you.

She took your hand and looked into your eyes. “How are you doing?”

You shrugged. “I’m okay. It was pretty scary seeing him like that, but I’m used to combat. I’m just worried about Steve.”

“I think we all are,” she whispered. She shook herself off and gestured down to the bedroom. “We haven’t gotten up yet, so he’s down there. We were just thinking about ordering breakfast.”

She led you down to the bedroom. The door was ajar and both Steve and Bucky were lying in the king-sized bed. The blankets were a complete mess, most of them hanging on the floor, and the very corner was hanging off Bucky’s ankle. Bucky was laying on his stomach with his arm draped over Steve’s thighs and his head on his stomach, while Steve sat up against the bed head, his fingers moving back and forth through Bucky’s hair. The sight of them both was both a relief and a turn-on.

Steve smiled when you entered. It was a hungry smile like your presence had unlocked a whole door of sexual potential for him. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

Bucky raised his head to look at you. “Hey, darlin’,” he said, his smile much softer and more welcoming.

“It’s Sunday,” you said. “I thought I’d come and hang out.”

Steve raised an eyebrow as he looked you over. “You’re wearing way too much clothing to hang out where we are,” he said.

You laughed and shook your head. This might get Steve into a better mood, but you didn’t want to comply straight away. “Oh really?” you said. “This has a maximum clothing limit?”

“Mm-hmm,” Steve said. “That number is none.”

“But Sharon has clothes on,” you argued.

“She needs to take them off too,” Steve said. “Maybe the two of you can help each other out.”

You turned and looked at Sharon, she was wearing the same bemused expression you were and the two of you burst into laughter. Sharon looked back over at Steve. “If you want us to put on a strip show for you, you could at least ask nicely,” Sharon said.

Steve looked her up and down, his tongue grazing over his bottom lip. It looked like he was weighing up all his options right now. Sharon folded her arms and raised her eyebrow at him. Bucky rolled and looked up at you both with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. “Please. I wanna see you do a strip show.”

You and Sharon stifled laughter again. She looked over at you, her eyebrow still raised quizzically. You shrugged. “I’m okay with it.”

“Who can say no to that face,” she agreed. “FRIDAY, a little music please.”

‘Slow Like Honey’ by Fiona Apple started up. The slow jazz piano started up and you and Sharon began to dance. It was an interesting choice, slow and sensual, but better suited to a romantic slow dance than a strip tease.

You and Sharon turned to face each other, you were so close, that you could feel the heat of her body radiating off her. The two of you began to move together, slowly swaying your hips so you were mirroring each other. You rested your forehead against hers and slid your hands around her waist, pushing the robe back.

Sharon’s hands moved up under your shirt, pushing it up and exposing your skin to Bucky and Steve. Your hands moved to her shoulders and you began to slide her robe off, never breaking the kiss. It was slow and deep, matching the rhythm of the music. You lost yourself in it, Steve and Bucky may as well not have been there at all as Sharon’s hands moved up, bunching your shirt up with it.

You broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt up over your head and immediately you were kissing again as the fabric fluttered to the floor. Each swivel of your hips, each touch, each fast of her skin, added to the feeling that this was just the two of you locked in a sensual dance and not a show.

Your bra was the next to go, slithering off your arms and onto the floor. You moved to her nightgown next, sliding your hands over the slippery surface of the fabric before you pushed the straps down, your palms ghosting down her arms in their wake. She rolled her hips slowly as the fabric caught and it slipped free and fell to the ground around her feet.

Sharon stepped out of the pool of clothing around her feet and danced around you, her hands ghosting over your skin as she moved in behind you, pressing her body against yours. Her breath was hot against your neck and you leaned your head back and ran your hands down your body, sliding them down to your pants. You unfastened the fly and Sharon slowly pushed them and your panties down as you swayed your hips from side to side.

Steve and Bucky were watching on completely wrapped in the performance. They were both sitting up, leaning forward slightly, their hands wrapped around their cocks and pumping them slowly. Steve’s eyes were so blown out with lust they almost looked pitch black. Bucky moved forward and offered you his hand. “Come here,” he said.

You took his hand, and let him pull you away from Sharon and into his lap. You straddled him and pushed your hands into his hair as he pulled you down into a passionate kiss. As the two of you kissed, Sharon crawled up the bed to Steve.

You positioned yourself on Bucky’s lap so his cock sat snug between the lips of your pussy and you started to grind on his shaft the way you might if you were riding your vibrator. You moaned as your slick coated his cock. You were already worked up from the strip teased, you were already soaking, so each roll of your hips was sending shivers running right through you. The head of his cock was rubbing on your clit just right and you jerked your hips quickly trying to bring yourself right to the edge.

Beside you, Steve had pushed Sharon onto her back and was fucking her roughly with two fingers as he held her hands pinned over her head. She moaned and writhed under him and you wondered if she was going to reach her first orgasm before anyone else was even close.

Bucky flipped you over suddenly, so you were on your back and he was on top of you. He looked down into your eyes with a smile. “God, I want to be inside you so bad,” he said as he continued to rub his cock against your pussy.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked.

He kissed you passionately and pulled your legs up so they were pressed against his sides. When he broke the kiss he got up on his knees, put your legs on his shoulders, and thrust hard into you.

You cried out and arched your back, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into you. “Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned. “You’re so big.”

“Mmm… but look at you, you take it so well,” he praised.

Steve picked up Sharon and put her on all fours so she was over your face. He got on his knees behind her and you watched as his cock shoved deep into her. Sharon cried out and braced her hands on the blankets by your head as Steve started thrusting into her at an almost brutal pace. You leaned up and began to suckle on her clit and she let out such a loud moan, that it drowned out almost every other sound in the room.

Bucky grabbed your hips and dragged you around so you were in line with Sharon. It seemed to take her a moment to realize what had happened, but when it seemed to click into place she braced her hand on your thigh and dropped her head down and started licking at your clit.

The world outside completely disappeared. Any concerns or worries you might have had about fitting in, juggling your relationship with work, coming out, or Steve were pushed out of your head and you were reduced down to this pinprick of a moment where pleasure swirled through you, overwhelming all your senses.

The room echoed with the sounds of body slapping against body, moans, grunts, and gasps of pleasure. The scent of Sharon’s arousal filled your nose as your tongue was coated with her slick with each lap of your tongue. You were transfixed at the sight of Steve’s cock stretching Sharon out above you as he pounded into you. Yet even as all those senses were being battered they were completely dwarfed by the feeling of Sharon’s lips tugging on your clit as Bucky plunged his cock into again and again.

You were sent hurtling to the precipice of your orgasm and sent careening over just as fast, your whole body stiffening under Sharon as it tore through you. It left you dazed for a moment, just staring ahead blankly as Bucky used you and you watched the mirrored movement of Steve’s cock slamming into Sharon above your face. As soon as you leaned up and pulled her clit back into your mouth, Sharon’s orgasm hit too. Your face was showered in her slick as Steve shoved in deep, sending droplets out in a fine spray. Sharon cried out loudly and her fingers dug into your thigh.

Neither Steve nor Bucky were even close to being done with either of you. They both began to fuck you harder, the sounds now becoming wetter and sharper as they thrust their hips. You and Sharon came again and again until you weren’t sure where one orgasm ended and the next began. You and Sharon both stopped even being able to use your mouths on each other. You fell back, your eyes rolling back into your head as Sharon let her head rest on your thigh. Each time you or Sharon came, Bucky and Steve picked up the pace so they were just railing into you both, sending jolt after jolt spiking through your bodies.

All sense of time had been lost on you and you just started to beg, chanting the word ‘please,’ over and over.

Bucky’s orgasm hit first, he thrust hard into you, grinding his hips as he released inside of you. You were so swollen and sensitive that you could feel each pulse of his cock as he filled you.

Steve wasn’t too far behind, he pulled out of Sharon, sending another spray of her juices over your face, and with three pumps of his cock he released, thick ropes of come splattering on Sharon’s pussy, and your face and breasts.

“Fuck…” he groaned and flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily. Bucky helped you and Sharon move before he lay down himself and the four of you just lay there panting, completely and utterly fucked out.

You weren’t sure how long the four of you just lay there riding out your respective orgasm highs, but it was Bucky that got up first. He went to the bathroom and returned with a couple of damp washcloths, and began to clean both you and Sharon up. Steve grabbed his phone from the nightstand and looked at the three of you. “Breakfast?” he asked.

When the food had arrived and the four of you were set up, using Steve’s bed as if it was a picnic rug, you decided to broach the topic of Steve having an MRI and CT scan.

“Steve, about what happened on the mission…” you said.

Steve sighed and picked up his coffee. “I know… I wasn’t myself. I’m working on it.”

“Well,” you said, trying to keep your tone gentle. “About that part. Maybe you should get a scan. You know, an MRI or a CT, or both? You said that they did something to you. Maybe it’ll show up.”

“I’m sure it’s just trauma,” he said. “I’m seeing the therapist.”

Sharon sat up and put her hand on his arm and seemed to be very careful about each word she chose. “You did say they did something to you,” she said. “That they put something into your eye. An MRI couldn’t hurt. Maybe you should have one to rule it out.”

His brows knitted together and his jaw clenched tight, twitching at the corner. “Have you all been plotting this behind my back? I must be really bad, huh? I can’t even deal with my trauma the way I want.”

“It hasn’t been like that,” Bucky said. “We haven’t been planning anything. But we are all worried about you. This is a good idea. In the worst-case scenario, they find nothing and you just have to sit in a tube for a bit. I used to be in tubes all the time. Best case and they do find something and we do something about it.”

Steve huffed out through his nose. “Fine,” he said. “Tomorrow. Is that okay with all of you? That I just have one day without people poking and prodding at me?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Sharon said. “I’ll let the medbay know what’s going on.”

Everyone fell silent for a little while before returning to eating and chatting like nothing had happened. It was clear that Steve was still angry about the idea, and you hoped that he’d actually go.

// NEXT

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vibraniumarm06-bucket · 1 year

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A Friendly Smile From the Past ~ Series Masterlist

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader [with College!Bucky/High School!Bucky in flashbacks and mentions

[Ongoing series]

Summary:

When you were young, you were friends with a neighbourhood boy who liked the same things as you. You both grew up together and as long as you had each other and the rest of your friends, there was always a make-believe adventure right around the corner. He grew up to be a successful businessman and seems to have forgotten where he came from.

You haven’t talked to him or the rest of the close-knit group of friends you used to be in years, but the death of a person who had been involved in all of your lives brings him and everyone back to the old neighbourhood. Does time allow you to reconnect and reintroduce him to the life he left behind? Does it allow you to build back the friendships you lost? Will you finally confess your feelings to him? Or is it too late?

One: I'm Fired?

Two: The Funeral

Three: Explaining can be hard

Four: Why won't you tell the truth?

Five:

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ramp-it-up · 9 months

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Bucky Barnes and the Summer Soldier- One

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced! Reader

Summary: Bucky has been looking for you for a while. Is he going to destroy you before you complete your mission?

Word Count 2.2K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. S MUT! Read at your own risk. Curate your own experience. Reader is confined in a mental health faculty, suppressed memories, Pursuit, implied former combat, kidnapping, coercion, mind control, dub con. Raw s ex, hair pulling, rough s ex, cream pie, c um play/oral (m receiving), a ssault. Google translate Hausa and Russian. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is a result of this ask from @flordeamatista. I have taken great liberties with the MCU cannon and timeline. This is fiction! As always, reblog if you like it!

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You ran for your life, lungs burning, feet flying.

You looked behind you to see that the one pursuing you was not far off. You ducked down a hallway and into an open door.

Your chest heaved as you leaned against the wall and looked around for a hiding space.

Fragmented memories were coming back to you during this pursuit, and at this moment, the sense of running barefoot through tall reeds on the banks of a river overwhelmed you.

You shook it off, although you couldn’t help yourself from looking to the air for your favorite brightly colored water fowl. Your heart dropped when you looked around to register an empty room with a solitary gurney. The fact that you were trapped in a mental hospital and not outside it sucked the air out of you.

And then you heard his footsteps.

Bucky slowed his pace as his ears perked up, and he opened the same door you did moments before. He’d come for you an hour ago and you’d managed to evade him ever since. Typical for one who’d taken the serum. You were a hard target to acquire, but he was determined.

He scanned the empty room, checking for trap doors or hidden panels. He walked over to the windows, which were sealed shut. He looked down on the courtyard that patients weren’t allowed to use and shook his head, then, he made his way out of the door again.

You waited three minutes after you heard his footsteps retreating before you moved the ceiling tile and dropped down from where you’d been hiding.

For some reason, the man you were hiding from you terrified you. Ever since you saw his face weeks ago when you fought him on a mission, you’d been plagued with strange memories. Which made your Master have to reset you again and again. You resented that.

Despite the fact that you felt impelled destroy him, you did not want to face the dark-haired man in black with the piercing blue eyes again. You may not know your own name, but you knew that man had some mysterious power over you. Even more so than the Power Broker.

Just as you reached for the doorknob, the door jerked open, the man in black returning your stare with a rueful grin. You’d been too lost in your own thoughts to be fully aware of his presence.

“Daga karshe na sameki masoyiyata.”

Your ears perked up at the language that the man spoke. You understood it, although you’d spoken French for as long as you could remember, which wasn’t long. Maybe this horrible institution wasn’t your home.

“Why did you call me that?”

Your eyes widened when English came out of your mouth. It seemed a natural response to this man. You were very confused, more than you normally were, which was always.

The man was inching closer to you now.

“Because that is who you are, Soyayya ta.”

“No! That’s not true!”

You hurled yourself at the man, climbing up his body and winding up with your legs around his neck. You squeezed, hoping to choke him out while he grinned up at you.

“Yes it is.”

His voice was weak, as if he was gasping for breath. For an unknown reason, you let up on his windpipe.

Suddenly, you were sat on the gurney, your right leg in his left hand. You could not get out of his grip and you two stared at each while he held your legs apart. When he licked his lips was when you kicked him in the sternum. Clearly, he was surprised at the force, which caused him to double over, but he quickly recovered and caught you before you moved two feet, grabbing your bicep and bringing your arm behind your back, placing you none too gently against the wall.

You grunted as you felt all of him, including his manhood, pressed hard and insistent upon your back.

Was he going to violate you?

Did you want him to?

Yet another language flowed out of his mouth, which was close to the shell of your ear. You suppressed a shiver as you heard his velvet voice.

“Sygrayem v nashu malen'kuyu igru, kukolka?”

He snaked his left arm around your neck and pressed you back further into him as his gloved hand turned your face to his. He leaned around, as if he was going to kiss you, and opened his mouth. His breath fanned your face as he bared his teeth and bit the pointer finger of the black leather glove he was wearing. He used his mouth to tear the glove off to reveal a black and golden hand. You were mesmerized by it until it was quickly clamped over your mouth.

The sensation was familiar and when you tasted the metal; it was nearly orgasmic. Your eyes rolled baack into your head and you all but ignored the man’s other hand roaming your body.

“I’m just checking you to see if you’re okay, Doll.”

The hand tasted like home, like warm air and smells of your favorite foods. It tasted like beautiful people and excellence and safety and…Wakanda. Your eyes flew open when you realized.

Vibranium.

You sobbed as memories came flooding to your mind. The pathetic sounds were muffled by the vibranium hand.

Your mother. Your father. The river that was your home. Your weapons. Your money. The vow you took when you became a Dora Milaje and Shuri’s personal guard. The same vow that you broke when you fell in love with Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier…

“Farar kerkecina.…James…”

“Shhhh Doll. I’m here now.”

Bucky pulled you into his arms from behind, and you held on to the limbs that were wrapped around you as you cried, one human and one created by the Princess, Shuri.

Finally, you turned around and looked up at the love of your life. He peered back at you, eyes full of concern, but also a mixture of relief, love, and yes, need.

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t answer him, instead, you asked your own question.

“How long, James? How long have we been apart?”

Bucky brought his hand up to your face, thumb tracing your chin and fingers in your dense curls.

“A little over two years.”

You gasped and tears fell again fresh and new.

“I searched for you every day. I promise, Doll. And you’ve been right under my nose…”

Your heart melted.

“I know you did. The Power Broker is devious. She did horrible things. Made me do…”

And then he kissed you. His lips were the softest and strongest you’d ever tasted. You licked into his mouth and fisted his t shirt between you.

“You don’t have to tell me. I know. And I’m going to find her and bring her to justice.”

Bucky was panting as your hand strayed to touch the bare skin and the metal under his shirt. He smirked when you pinched his nipple.

“She is mine to destroy.”

Bucky’s smirk turned into a full fledged grin when you glared up at him and opened his pants. He shivered when you fisted him.

“There’s my girl.”

You separated from him as you pulled your shirt over your head. Next went your pants and underwear as Bucky’s eyes roamed your body. He licked his chops, just as the White Wolf would.

“You sure you don’t wanna leave, Doll? Need to check you out. Need to get you an examination… get you safe…”

You backed away from him toward the gurney.

“I need to have you James. Please. I remember. It’s been so long. I need some control back. Please.”

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from moving toward your upturned ass as you bent over the gurney and looked over your shoulder at him.

“You told me the serum heightened everything. But I didn’t understand before. I need you now, James.”

Bucky was drawn to you as if on a string.

“I get it, Doll. Everything is so much. You sure you alright, Doll?”

You hadn’t said that you were before, but you avoided the topic again.

“See for yourself, farar kerkecina.”

Bucky rubbed your ass, eyes glazed over, lust flowing through his veins. It had been a long 26 months and visions of you clouded not only his dreams, but every spare waking moment. He couldn’t help it.

His metal hand quickly undid his belt and pants while his right, his flesh, dipped into you, feeling the wetness between your legs. You reached back to the arm that shined, incrementally trying to bring him into you. He held you off, but he did slowly start to swipe his cockhead through your neglected folds.

“Oh…”

Bucky watched and drooled as he took in the vision of your mouth and that wide open, perfect O of those perfect lips.

“So gorgeous… Soyayya ta..”

He slowly breached your tight hole, and your mouth widened impossibly even more as the stretch almost took you out. It hurt, but it hurt so good, the only positive sensation you’d had in over two years.

This time, Bucky let you reach back to grasp the base of him, slowing down as he saw the difficulty with which you were having taking him. You adjusted his aim, and he paused, hand on your hip as you spread your cheeks so that he could get inside you. Your eyes met in surprised sensation as he was finally able to slide all the way home.

“Feel so damn good, White Wolf!”

You started moving faster on his cock as his hands slid up your wiast to your tits, squeezing, groping, making up for lost time.

He was stroking a slow, steady, deep pace, as his metal fingers made their way into your open mouth, pressing down your throat as your tongue swirled around your native metal.

“So goood….”

You were gagging around his fingers, partly because of his actions, and partly because he felt so good inside you. You reached back and grabbed his shirt, pulling on it as you took his thick cock inside you, looking back at him stretching your tiny hole with awe. You looked into each other’s eyes as you felt him swelling impossibly.

“Love your bald head, but I like this hair, Doll. I can do this…”

And Bucky grabbed your curls, pulling on your roots deliciously and stretching your neck so that he could engage you in a filthy kiss while he drove into you. You separated, gasping for breath.

“Bast! James, is your cock made of vibranium too?”

He laughed at the old joke, which made the rounds of the Dora until you found out the truth.

“You make me feel like it is, soyayya ta.”

Bucky let you go so that you could hold on to the gurney and fuck yourself on his cock.

He grabbed your breasts again and the look of surprised lust came was mirrored on both of your faces as you felt yourself squeezing him with your impending orgasm.

“C’mon, Soyayya ta. Give it to me.”

“James, oh James. Oh….!”

“Good god!”

You bent fully over the gurney when you came, and Bucky had a clear view of your beautiful cream on his cock. That’s when he started pounding you out properly, using you to reach his end. Your senses were so alive that you felt each stream and splash of his cum inside you, and it caused your sensitive cunt to shudder. You lay there under him as he collapsed on top of you, relishing the feel of him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Bucky kissed your shoulder and down your back as he looked around for something to clean up with. You looked back at him, and stood up, Bucky’s spend leaking down your legs.

“Let me.”

You gave him that look as you bent over, taking his still semi-hard cock in your hand. You stared at him straight on as you took him in your mouth and cleaned him off.

“That mouth, those eyes… you’re killing me here…”

You smiled around his girth and then opened your mouth to let him see the effects of your handiwork.

“On my life, Doll. I will never get enough of you.”

He pulled you up to standing and leaned down to give you a filthy kiss.

“So glad to have you back in my arms.”

Bucky turned around and leaned on the gurney as he held you. You leaned into him, tears pricking your eyes as you felt the same emotions, but knowing what you had to do.

“I love you, farar kerkecina…”

You gave him a tender kiss on the lips before you delivered a blow to his vagus nerve. Bucky went out immediately, and you gently laid him on the gurney before you got dressed again.

“I have to finish this with the Power Broker, and I know you will try to stop me.”

You tucked the underwear that you’d cleaned up with into his jeans pocket, trading them for the keys to this asylum.

“We will be together soon, my love.”

You gave him a kiss on his perfect lips before you quickly made your out of the hospital, on your way to kill Sharon Carter for making you the Summer Soldier and taking the child from your belly.

Daga karshe na sameki masoyiyata (Hausa)– "I finally found you my love"

Soyayya ta (Hausa)— My Love

Sygrayem v nashu malen'kuyu igru, kukolka? (Russian)-- "Shall we play our little game, Doll?"

Farar kerkecina (Hausa).… "My white wolf"

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Boundaries (with fluffy alternative ending)

18 + minors dni

Bucky x reader, Bucky x Sharon (depending on your choice), Steve x Sharon

Telling you now, I added a fluffy alternative.

NGL, I had to take a breather after reading this request. Damn. Like before, pick your poison my loves, if pure angst is your thing, just go a head and ignore the fluffy live saving device I added to the end of this because my heart can only take so much. If there's cheating involved, that's not Bucky, that's Bucket. I don’t claim that man.

Warnings: Smut, ANGSTT (cheating), FLUFF!!! (if you want it, feel free to ignore it if you’re desperate for some angst, idk)

Word count: 1.7k

Part 2 (angst)

You took a sip from your drink, trying to keep up with the conversation around you as you scanned the room looking for Bucky. You smiled, excusing yourself, deciding it was getting late. He’d want to leave soon, he hated parties anyway and he’d only agreed to go because Steve was coming. Sam had already taken Steve up to his room after he enjoyed too many shots of Asgardian mead.

You pushed yourself through the crowd of people, growing worried when you couldn’t find him, you knew he got anxious in crowds and you felt a pang of guilt for asking him to come. You figured Bucky wouldn’t mind, especially since Steve and Sharon had come and he enjoyed their company.

You exited the crowded room, pulling out your phone to call him, walking down the empty hall. You passed an office, stopping dead in your tracks hearing the voices that were inside.

“You like the taste of daddy’s cock baby? Get it nice and wet baby, use that slutty mouth”

No.

“That’s right you my little cockslut, suck daddy’s fat cock”

No.

“Choke on my cock baby, take it down your throat, there you go, so gorgeous, you like that? You like having my cock in your mouth don’t you”

He wouldn’t.

You stayed frozen on the spot, your hands shaking as you tried to call his phone. Straight to voice mail.

Your could feel your head spinning, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned the door knob, silently slipping into the room, hidden behind a corner, gripping the wall to keep from falling.

Your stomach dropped, you couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t. How could he?!

Bucky’s head was thrown back in pleasure, his legs spread apart with his jeans pulled down slightly, grabbing Sharon’s hair, pushing her head down to take his entire length. She gagged on his cock, moaning, tears streaming down her cheeks, letting the tip his back of her throat. All her clothes were thrown off, leaving her completely bare, on her knees in front of him, letting him use her mouth like a flesh light.

“Oh fuck, slobber on it baby, take it down your throat, take it-shit”

He pulled her off his cock, grabbing her waist and turning her around, lining up his cock with her soaked entrance, spearing into her with one stroke, groaning as she cried out.

“Go ahead and ride daddy’s cock baby, soak daddy’s cock with that slutty pussy”

Sharon screamed as she bounced on Bucky’s cock, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as he tugged at her nipples, his metal hand rubbing tights circles onto her clit.

You felt your heart shatter into pieces, your palms bleeding with how hard you were clenching your fists. You choked back sobs, forcing yourself to remain silent, they couldn’t know you were there. You couldn’t let them see you.

“F-Fuck daddy, you’re cock’s so fucking b-big” She slammed down onto him, swallowing his entire length, letting it bruise her cervix, her walls fluttering and clenching as he rubbed her clit faster.

“Can feel you squeezing me baby, you gonna come for daddy?”

“Y-Yeah!” Sharons moans were pornographic, as he grabbed her hair, yanking her back, growling in her ear. “Oh god please daddy, I wanna cum, wanna make a mess all over daddys thick fucking cock!”

“Whose slut are you baby, who owns this fucking pussy?!”

“M’daddys slut, daddys little whore, fuck feels so good, pussy is all yours!”

“Who makes you cum like this baby, can Steve make you feel this good?”Bucky started to chase his high, thrusting up into her meeting her hips.

“Only you daddy, no one else, fuck I’m gonna cum!” Tears spilled from her cheeks as he fucked into her, groaning, his cock throbbing.

“Cum with me baby, this pussy is fucking mine, all fucking mine!” They both moaned in unison, Bucky’s arms holding her still for a moment before pulling her off his cock.

Bucky groaned, tucking his cock back into his jeans, trying to straighten his clothes slightly. Sharon slipped her dress back on, using her fingers to comb through her hair.

“Thanks baby, needed that” Sharon giggled, kissing Bucky’s cheek, carding her fingers through his hair.

“Anytime” Bucky smirked, “But you know, we can’t keep doing this. We gotta stop at some point”

“Well, what they don’t know can’t hurt them soldier” She shrugged, biting her lip with a smirk as they made their way towards the door.

“You’re insatiable” Bucky chuckled, following her out as if nothing happened. He hoped it’d never stop.

Stop here if you’re an angst fiend.

Alternative ending: - Everything above are Sharon’s thoughts.

Wanda shifted uncomfortably in her seat while Sharon stared at Bucky, lost in her darkest fantasies, taking a sip from her beer. The blonde glared at you for a moment before looking at Bucky again, despising the way he held you on his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck, kissing you every moment he could. If she could have her way with him…

“You know, I can hear and see your thoughts” A faint glow crossed her eyes before she took a deep breath in, trying to control herself.

Sharon flinched, tearing her eyes away from her boyfriend’s best friend, turning to Wanda, plastering a smile on her face.

“I don’t understand what you mean”

“You’re thoughts. What you were thinking just now. I can see them, hear them” Wanda stared at her, cocking her head slightly; curious to know what excuse she’d defend herself with. This wasn’t the first time, but it was certainly the worst.

“Oh, come on, I can’t help it! You’re telling me you’ve never thought of something a little forbidden, it’s nothing serious!” Sharon laughed nervously, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.

“But the level of details you added, even a fantasy has limits. You want to hurt them to get what you want, how the fuck could you” A few faint sparks danced on her finger tips as she stared at the blonde, daring her to defend her desires.

“Who does she want to hurt” Steve, Sam and Nat walked over, having picked up on bits of the conversation, giving into their curiosity.

“Seems like a breach of privacy Wands” Sharon tried to play it off, her face turning red, heart racing slightly as the two red heads glared at her.

“It’s not something I can control, believe me, it’s not something I wanted to see” Wanda challenged back, getting out of her stool stepping towards the blonde. “Give me one good reason to not tell the others about your intentions”

“You’re making this such a big deal when it’s none of your business” Sharon spat, her hands shaking as she tried to casually continue to sip her drink. Steve rolled his eyes, regardless of what this was about; he knew he should have broken up with her weeks ago.

“Explain” Nat’s eyebrow quirked, “If it’s not a big deal, then just tell us what it was” Nat’s face was unreadable as she stood in front of Sharon, waiting for her to answer.

“I-, Sharon swallowed thickly, clenching her jaw, closing her eyes before speaking, - I thought about someone else, okay? That’s all”

Wanda scoffed, taking another step towards Sharon, “Please. Don’t spare us the details, tell us about how you want y/n to walk in on you and Bucky”

“What the hell is wrong with you” Sam gawked, though it wasn’t surprising. He’d caught her trying to sneak glances and touch Bucky plenty of times.

Sharon gasped, her mouth gaping, shaking her head. “No! No I- She looked to Steve who was picking at his nails.

“Shocker” Steve shook his head, taking a swing of his beer. He truthfully couldn’t care less; the only thing that bothered him was that she wanted to break you and his best friend up. He smirked at Sharon before making his way over to Tony’s newest assistant. She was incredibly sweet and she had a very obvious crush on the Captain. Honestly, the feelings were mutual. They were immediately engaged in deep conversation and his heart fluttered. The last time he felt that spark was in the 1940s.

“Look’s like Steve is going to be fine” Nat smiled, “Now about y/n and Barnes” The red head glared at Sharon as she started to collect her things, rolling her eyes as if she had done nothing wrong.

“Should we tell them?” Wanda looked over to where you and Bucky were swaying on the dance floor. Bucky’s forehead rested on yours, wrapping his arms around you, looking at you with heart eyes. He held you close to him, whispering sweet nothings to you the entire time, kissing you all over, making you giggle, shyly hiding your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry, have you seen him? He’s the biggest simp over her, I’m not worried about them” Sam grinned, watching Bucky give your ass a playful squeeze before you moved his hands back on your waist. “Good God, those two need a room”

“He’s whipped. In a sweet way” Nat agreed, smiling as you made your way over to get a drink. Every time you got up to get a drink or snack, he’d follow you like a lost puppy, trailing behind you, never leaving your side.

“Whose whipped” Bucky and you walked over to the group, curiously eyeing a distressed looking Sharon and she shoved her way between you, making a hasty exit.

“You tinman, I have never seen a bigger simp in my entire life”

“No m’not” Bucky pouted, though he was hugging you protectively, resting his head on your shoulder. “I just really love my girlfriend a lot” He shrugged, nuzzling his face into you.

“For fucks sake, go be cute somewhere else” Sam rolled his eyes, but on the inside, seeing the way you made Bucky happy warmed his heart.

“Can’t help it, she’s all I think about, she’s my babydoll”

“Yeah right” You shook your head as your needy boyfriend whined when you shifted out of his arms to sit on a stool to sip o your drink. “I can’t be the only thing you think about Bucky”

��No, hes right. I’ve had the misfortune of seeing his thoughts” Wanda rolled her eyes; you were the only thing that was ever on his mind. “Like it or not, you’re whipped Barnes”

“What thoughts” You looked at Wanda confused as she blushed, shaking her head. Bucky smirked, a wicked smile flashing across his face before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Baby, what are you doing?!”

“Those thoughts she was talking about. Don’t worry baby, I’ll show you”

Angst only part 2

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literaryavenger · 5 months

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I love you and I hate it - part 2

Summary: After your fight with Bucky, you put all your efforts into avoiding him, convinced that your friendship is over. Bucky, however, has other plans.

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Reader being dramatic. Angst. Language maybe. Minimal use of Y/N. Fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: I promise I didn't mean to make it this long, but I couldn't help myself, again, and I didn't want to end on another 'cliffhanger' so here it is! hope you like it!

Part 1

Masterlist

Bucky can't believe what he just heard... You like him?

No, you used the word ‘love’. You love him.

Do you love him?

Certainly, he would’ve noticed if you did... Right? He is a trained assassin, he was taught how to see beyond people’s words and actions.

And he knows you, you can deny it all you want, but he knows you better than anyone. He knows you better than he knows himself.

And if he’s being honest, you know him better than anyone ever has, Steve included.

You feel safe, you feel calm. You feel like the peace he’s always wanted, the quiet he needs.

You feel like home. In a platonic way, of course.

Right?

His thoughts of you are interrupted by Sharon’s voice. He didn’t even realize he was back at the party.

"Where did you go?" she asks and, suddenly, her grip on his arm was just a little too tight for his liking. But it was probably nothing.

"I went to check if Y/N was okay."

"Oh." something in her voice felt wrong, but Bucky tried to ignore it, that is until what she said next.

"Why would you even care about her? All she does is embarrass you like before. She’s useful to no one, I heard the only reason she’s even on the team is because she slept her way to it." she laughed like it was the funniest thought in the world, and Bucky couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Not only was she saying hurtful, untrue things about his girl, but she has the audacity to laugh at her own cruelty?

"How dare you?" he does his best not to yell, but his tone still startles Sharon. "Y/N is the best agent in all of Shield, that’s why she got in the team! She’s not an embarrassment, she’s a valued member of our family and she’s my best friend! Of course I care about her, she’s the most important person in my life! Don’t ever talk about her that way again."

Sharon seems shocked at his words but, looking around, she realizes people are starting to stare so she tries her best to defuse the situation. "Alright, I’m sorry, I won’t say things like that again. Let’s just calm down and have a nice rest of the evening, ok?"

In his head Bucky knew her request was reasonable, he could forget about this and keep having fun with his girlfriend. But in his heart he just knew he couldn’t let it go.

The words were coming out of his mouth before he can stop them, not that he even wants to.

"You know what, Sharon? This isn’t working. We have to break up." He doesn’t even give her a chance to say anything before he’s turning around and making his way to his room.

Meanwhile, on the roof, Steve’s trying to talk you down the ledge. Metaphorically speaking, obviously.

"He hates me, Steve." you can't stop the tears.

"Stop saying that, sweetheart, he doesn’t hate you."

"You saw what happened at the party, the way he looked at me. And he heard me say that I love him and walked away like it was nothing." You sniffle. "If he didn’t hate me before, this certainly pushed him off the edge."

Steve has nothing to say to that, he knows Bucky doesn't hate you, but he also knows that you’re too stubborn to hear any reason, especially not right now when you're in the eye of the tornado and can't see a way out.

Right now you need a friend and shoulder to cry on, usually Bucky would take on that role, but, given the circumstances, Steve decides to step up and be that friend.

He wraps his arms around your crying body and holds you as you let it all out. Neither of you say anything else, the only sounds in the dark of the night being your sobs, until eventually you calm down and after a few moments of silence Steve glances down to see you fell asleep.

Not wanting to wake you he carefully picks you up and makes his way to the elevator.

When he gets to the floor you both reside in he finds Sam and Natasha chatting at the kitchen counter, probably about to go to bed after coming up from the party.

Sam gives him a confused look, while Nat seems to understand what is going on right away as she moves without saying a word, walking ahead of Steve towards your room.

She opens the door for him and walks in behind, moving the covers back as he lays you on your bed as carefully as he can, and then Nat delicately takes your heels off before covering you with the duvet.

As they’re leaving your room the door opposite yours opens, revealing a hopeful Bucky but when he sees it’s not you, his face becomes stoic once again. He’s about to ask where you are when Natasha beats him to the punch.

"Leave her alone, Barnes. You’ve hurt her enough already." Is all she says before she steps into her own bedroom.

Bucky looks to his best friend for help but, at his confused face, the blonde super soldier just shakes his head in disappointment and walks away without a word.

Bucky stands there for a few minutes, just staring at your door like he's gonna will you to open it and talk to him.

He sighs and goes back to his room where he spends the next few hours overthinking about you and this whole night, eventually falling into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning when you wake up you feel at peace for about 10 seconds before the events of last night hit you like a truck, and all you can feel is humiliation.

How can you face the team after they witnessed your fight with Bucky?

How can you face Steve after he saw you at your most vulnerable and, apparently, carried you to bed after you cried yourself to sleep?

How can you face Bucky after he heard you say you love him and he walked away from you?

You can’t, that’s the answer.

Should you just move out? Just quit the team, ask Hill to be reassigned? Maybe you could even get transferred to another country...

You’re not overreacting, right? This is a very embarrassing situation and you have every right to want to run away from all of it.

As you’re making up an escape plan in your mind you hear a knock on your door, followed by Steve’s voice. "Hey, are you awake? We just want to make sure you're okay…"

You try to be as silent as you can, slowing down your breathing praying he’ll think you’re sleeping.

You can hear him exchange some muffled words with what sounds like Natasha, and then you hear their footsteps as they walk away, so you let out a relieved sigh.

Okay, step one is definitely getting out of this room, it’s just the most obvious place where to look for you.

You get up and out of your awfully classy dress, take a shower being sure to clean away all the makeup from last night and put on the most comfortable sweats you own.

Just as you’re opening the door you can see Bucky opening his about to get out and, in a panic move, you run back inside your room and slam the door shut.

Very subtle, yes.

You rest your back against the door and can hear him sigh and then walk away.

You wait a few minutes, just to be sure, and then relax a little. Your plan was to go to the gym and work out a bit, but now all you can think about is getting the hell out of this compound.

You grab your purse, make sure to have your phone and keys in it and open the door, making sure no one’s around before getting out.

You’re practically running, taking the stairs for good measure, and in a flash you’re at the garage. You jump in your car and drive away as fast as you can without breaking the law, not even knowing where to go.

Once you’re in the city you stop at a cafe for breakfast near your favorite book store, the one you and Bucky have visited together a hundred times.

Okay, stop that. No more thinking about Bucky.

You spend the rest of the day just going from one store to the other, stopping to have lunch at the diner you always go to when you’re in the city, and trying not to kick yourself for not being able to stop thinking about Bucky.

Seriously, why can’t you stop thinking about him?

It doesn’t help the fact that every one of your favorite places has at least a hundred and twelve memories of Bucky.

God, have you ever gone anywhere on your own in the last two years?

The more memories come to mind the more you think that maybe transferring wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Go somewhere new, get a fresh start.

When it starts getting dark you decide to drive back to the compound, but when you park and turn the car off you can’t find it in yourself to get out.

You take out your phone, which you’ve been ignoring all day, and go through all the messages of your worried friends, hating yourself a little more when you catch yourself looking for his name in your notifications.

Just as you’re about to answer Tony’s texts first, you get a call from Steve. You stare at your phone, unsure if you can stomach answering him right now, but your decision is rendered moot when someone taps against your car window.

Your head snaps towards it and you let out a breath of relief when you see Steve standing there, holding his phone and using it to tap on your window again.

You close your eyes for a second but resign to your fate as you gather your things and get out of the car.

When you lock your car you turn to see that Steve moved to be leaning on the trunk of your car, so you join him and wait for him to say something, not knowing what to say yourself.

"So," he starts, with his arm folded in front of his chest and looking at his shoes "you’re avoiding all of us now?" You let out a sigh, feeling bad for hurting his feelings.

"I’m sorry, Steve. I just…" you can’t even look at him as you talk, so you just look ahead of you at all the cars "I’m just embarrassed. After everything that happened last night, I don’t know… God, you even carried me to bed like a child." you cover your face with your hands.

You finally look at him when you hear him chuckling. "That’s what friends do, Y/N. They lean on each other." he bumps your shoulder with his playfully.

"I know we’re not as close as you and Bucky, but I am your friend too. I’m not gonna judge you for last night, I just want to make sure you’re okay. That’s what we all want. You made us worry that you might run away on us." He says the last part as a joke, but you can’t help looking away from him.

That’s exactly what you wanted to do.

You bite your lip as he keeps looking at you and you feel like he can see the gears turning in your head, like your thoughts are so loud and your guilt so visible that he knows right away he was right on the money.

"Y/N…" it’s almost a warning, but you still can’t find the courage to look at him. "You were seriously thinking of running away?!" he seems almost shocked.

"Okay, it’s not like I’m a teenager running away in the middle of the night after a fight with her parents!" you finally look at him. "I was just considering… I don’t know, maybe asking for a transfer?"

"So you actually want to leave the team just because you had a fight with Bucky?" He scoffs.

"It’s not just the fight, Steve, he knows I love him and he doesn’t even care!" You yell before sighing and lovering your voice.

"Do you realize how much that hurts? And now I’m supposed to, what? Just go back to how things used to be? Pretend like nothing happened? Even if we’re not friends anymore, he lives across the hall from me! I’m bound to see him and it’s gonna hurt every fucking time!" You’re almost crying, again, but you hold back not wanting to go through that again and you look away.

"I know it hurts, trust me, sweetheart, but… what about us?" you look at him again as he goes on. "We’re your team too. We’re your friends, we’re your family... You can’t just leave us. I'm not saying it's gonna be easy, but we can help you make it better. We all care about you a lot." It’s honestly a miracle you’re not crying already. You feel him take your hand, but don’t look away from his face.

"Please let us help you." you squeeze his hand and nod, not trusting your voice not to break and the flood to hit as soon as you open your mouth.

He smiles at you and you can’t help but do the same. "Good. Then let’s go up and have dinner like we always do." He starts walking and taking you with him, his hand still in yours.

While you’re waiting for the elevator you can’t hold yourself back as you turn to him and give him a tight hug. "Thank you."

He hugs you back just as tight. "Anytime, rookie." you snort and let go of him, giving him a punch in the arm you’re sure he didn’t even feel as he laughs with you.

When you get to the big kitchen most of the team is already there and you sit down next to Natasha while Steve sits at her other side.

The seat next to you is quickly occupied by Sam as he bings the pizza to the table. He gives you a side hug and squeezes your arm in sympathy but aside from that nobody even mentioned what happened last night, which you're grateful for.

You eat like always, having conversations, laughing and teasing each other like normal, you didn’t feel like anyone was pitying you and you realized Steve was right: these people are your family, you could never leave them.

And, as you watch Loki and Peter trying to make you laugh by messing with Thor’s hair, putting tiny umbrellas in it while he's not looking, you just know they’re gonna help you through everything.

What makes you sad to notice is that one brooding super soldier is missing, though you don’t bring it up for fear of opening that particular door.

And that’s how you spend the next few weeks: avoiding anything and everything that has to do with Bucky, including the man himself.

You start training with Natasha and realize how easy Bucky went on you.

You do more missions with Sam and Steve and realize that missions aren't as fun for everybody as they were for you and Bucky.

You hang out during your down time with pretty much everyone and realize that you couldn’t have as much fun with everyone as you had with Bucky.

So yeah, as much as you could avoid Bucky and talking about him to anybody, he lived rent free in your head.

Fun, huh?

It also didn’t help the look that Steve gave you every time you basically ran out of a room as soon as you caught a glimpse of your former best friend.

Everybody noticed the change in your friendship, but it felt like they all took a silent oath to not mention anything to either of you, and you were glad they were respecting your choice to stay away from Bucky.

He, on the other hand, was going crazy.

He hasn’t seen you in weeks, except for those few seconds before you realize he’s in the same room and run away.

He doesn’t hear your voice unless he’s eavesdropping on you with someone else, but even then he never hears his name come out of your mouth.

Nobody will tell him anything about you, the only thing he can get out of Steve is ‘she’s okay, just give her time’.

He’s been trying his best to give you the space you need, but he feels like he’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t hear you say his name soon.

It’s been a month of successfully and not so subtly avoiding Bucky.

There was one time where, as the team about to land for a mission, he got much too close to you for your liking and you thought he was about to say something so you grabbed a parachute and quite literally jumped out the jet, then walked the rest of the way to the Hydra base.

Everyone had to wait for you, some annoyed, but most found the situation too amusing to be bothered by it.

Anyway.

You’re at the gym for an early morning workout, a habit you took to when you started avoiding Bucky.

You know he usually stays up at night. Occasionally because he still gets nightmares, usually because his overthinking mind tortures him until early hours. So he uses mornings to sleep in when he doesn’t have missions.

You’re on the treadmill when you hear the doors of the gym open behind you but think nothing of it, assuming it’s just Steve replacing his morning run with a workout because it’s too hot to run outside.

When you don’t hear him say anything, you’re about to turn your head to see who it is, but before you can do anything you feel two hands, one cold and one hot, on your waist.

You squeal when they pick you up and take you away from the treadmill, setting you down on the ground in front of it before turning off the machine.

"Bucky, what the fuck?! I could’ve gotten hurt!" you were so shocked you didn’t even fully realize you were actually talking to the person you’ve spent so much time and effort avoiding, or that you were walking backwards while Bucky was getting closer to you.

"Oh please, I’d never let you get hurt." he’s sounds almost amused, like this is a normal thing between you two, but the truth is he’s just happy that you’re actually talking to him.

When your back hits the wall you realize too late that it’s Bucky in front of you and suddenly you’re looking around you to find a way to escape. But all you find is that he’s successfully trapped you between the wall and his body, his hands on the wall at either side of your head.

You swallow hard and if he notices he doesn’t say anything, but your brain is too busy registering the warmth of his body so close to yours to even be ashamed right now.

"Is this the only way I’ll get to talk to you now?" you almost miss his question, your eyes snapping up to meet his and, where you expected to see a smug look at having caught you not only off guard but also ogling, you found a frown and a slight pout.

Something about the hurt on his face stopped you from lying or straight up kicking him so he’d move and you could run away.

No, Bucky was your best friend, you’ve always felt the need to be honest with him ever since that first day, and even now you owe it to him to tell him nothing but the truth.

"I just need time." You hoped he understood.

"How much more time do you need?" Apparently not.

"I don’t know, can’t you just be patient?" You can't believe you really have to ask him this.

"It’s been a month, doll, I think I’ve been plenty patient. Are you planning on avoiding me forever?"

"Not forever… just… I don’t know." If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know how long you would’ve kept on avoiding him.

You were so busy doing the actual avoiding that you didn’t take the time to think about when you’d be able to stop.

You let out a sigh, but didn’t look away from his eyes for a second. He needs to know you meant every word you're about to say. "I was hurting, Bucky. I still am. I get that you have a girlfriend-"

"I broke up with her." he interrupts you.

"You… What?" you weren’t expecting that. "When?"

"The night of our fight. I would’ve told you sooner but it was hard to catch you, you know, with you avoiding me and everything."

You almost lost your train of thought, but it didn’t matter that he was single, he was still the first one to walk away, why was it so wrong for you to do it now?

"It doesn’t matter… I know you don’t owe me anything, but you walked away from me. From my feelings." you can see Bucky’s confusion so, before he can say anything, you explain yourself.

"That night on the roof. I know you were there, you heard me say that I loved you and you walked away like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. I know you don’t like me like that, and I can live with that in time, but it hurt. It still hurts." you don’t know what you were expecting him to say, but it definitely wasn’t he says next.

"Do you remember the day we met?" you furrow your brows in confusion but he waits for you to nod before he keeps going. "We’ve never really talked about it, have we? It's ironic since we’ve talked about pretty much every topic we could possibly come up with. But that day, you introduced yourself and I just got up and walked away. Kind of what you’ve been doing this past few weeks." he chuckles a bit and you have the impression he's getting closer to your face, but you're probably just imagining that.

"Yeah, I thought I did something wrong, but you were just a rude bitch." he laughs and you can’t help but smile.

"I’m sorry about that, I just… the second I saw you I felt weird. And when you talked to me it was too much, I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t know what I was feeling and my brain just screamed at me to get out, so I did. Then you came to my door and said all those nice things and that weird feeling started to feel more and more comfortable as you talked. It was nice. Then we became friends and I guess I just dismissed that feeling as friendship. It was a different type of friendship that I’d never had... But then again I’ve never been this close to a woman. Emotionally speaking, of course." His hand comes to cup your cheek and you can’t speak, so he takes the opportunity to say everything he needs to say.

"This month has been hell for me, doll. I’ve missed you more than I’ve ever missed anybody in my entire life. Not being able to spend time with you, joke around, talk to you, barely even see you. It's been driving me insane. Being away from you for so long made me realize what that feeling was. You’re not just my best friend, you’re my person. You’re my calm, and my reason. You’re my happiness, my home. You’re the love of my life."

"What?" you're basically whispering, so quietly you’re sure he wouldn’t have heard you if he didn’t have super hearing.

"I love you too, doll. I love you." he holds your face in his hands "I love you."

You feel like your brain shut down all of a sudden. You barely know how to breathe, let alone talk. All you can do is stare at him, the look he's giving you making you weak in the knees.

"You’re killing me here, doll. For the love of god, say something, angel." The nickname seems to snap you out of it, and there's only one thing in your mind left to ask.

"If you love me, why didn’t you tell me on the roof?" He let out a deep sigh, you can feel his breath on your lips, but you try your hardest to focus on his words and not his lips.

"For one I was still with Sharon. And I didn’t really know what I was feeling. Also, I wasn’t even sure you were serious. Honestly, I was just confused about the whole thing, and still mad about the fight. Nothing good would’ve come from me staying and talking to you that night. I probably would’ve ended up hurting you more." All that makes a lot of sense, sure, but it doesn't change the fact that it hurt.

The look in Bucky’s face at the moment though makes you want to forgive him right this second and let this whole thing go. Pretend like the last month didn’t happen.

So that’s what you do.

"What if…" you start, looking back and forth between his eyes and his lips "what if we forget all of this happened?"

"No." he answered so fast and firmly that it made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and disappointment. "I don’t want to forget anything about us, doll. Good or bad, it’s all worth it, as long as it ends with you in my arms."

You're melting and can't hold yourself back, you grab his face and bring his lips down to yours.

He freezes, probably not expecting it, but when you're about to pull away, he holds your face to keep you there, deepening the kiss.

After a few moments you hear someone clear their throat and almost throw Bucky off of you, looking behind him while he turns to see who it is and you see Steve and Sam standing there, amused looks on their faces.

"We were just talking." You blurted out and Sam cracked and almost doubled over with laughter.

"Really?" Steve said while raising an eyebrow, almost exasperated and knowing damn well what you were doing.

"Sure they were, Steve, she was obviously trying to get the word out of his mouth!" Sam said to the blonde, still laughing his ass off.

"Oh, of course she was. Tell us, sweetheart, what did you find in Bucky’s mouth?" Steve was now laughing too, and you were so embarrassed you hid your face in Bucky’s chest.

He wrapped his arms around you, barely glaring at the two laughing idiots. "Ok, just get out of here, punks." Fortunately for once in their lives they decided to actually listen and left, their laughs echoing through the halls.

"You okay there, doll?" Bucky was now chuckling at your embarrassment.

You raised your head and, meeting his eyes, you said "I can’t believe Captain Dumbass is making fun of us for kissing."

He started laughing and you gladly joined him, looking forward to making up for the time you missed with him, unknowingly promising each other to never let go of the other ever again.

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ALL THE KINGS' MEN

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

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CHAPTER 16

Lorelai. The name rattled around in your head, pinging off your skull as you tried to discern the reason for her hostility.

Loki’s new little friend, she said. What was that supposed to mean? How did she even know who you were? And why was she looking at you like something on the bottom of her shoe?

It irritated you, to be honest. Derision filled yourself at her treatment, and you opened your mouth to give her a fitting reply, “I’m-”

“Flower.” All the tension left your body the minute you heard his voice. His hand touched your lower back, then Loki appeared beside you. You wrapped both your arms around his bicep and leaned into him. “Lorelai.”

“Loki,” she purred. Her eyes flickered down to where you held onto his arm. “I see you’ve brought a friend.”

Sharon appeared shortly after, hands folded across her chest as she took in the scene before her. She paused a little at your close embrace with the king. “Hey,” she whispered in your ear. “The fuck is that?”

“No idea.” If Loki heard you, he did not let on. Instead, he addressed the woman before him with a steady tone.

“Is there a problem here?” The look on his face made it clear this Lorelai woman had caused many, many problems in the past.

“None,” she told him, lifting a slender hand to caress his shoulder. “Now that you’re here, that is.” You shared a look with Sharon.

Clearly, this was the other woman those two girls told you about that night in the harem. The red hair was a clue, but the familiarity with which she spoke to and touched him was the giveaway.

“I’m only here for the summit.” Loki removed her hand, face still blank. “I would thank you not to cause any trouble while we’re here.” Lorelai’s face curled up into a smile.

“Trouble?” she echoed. “That’s more your thing, isn’t it, Loki? Though, I suppose we’ve both had our fair share of fun together.”

Together. You didn’t like the way she said that word.

“That was in the past,” Loki’s voice was curt. “I’ll not put up with your shenanigans this time. I’d thank you to take your leave now, as I’ve some important business to attend to.”

Lorelai did not look at him. Her eyes flickered to you instead, running over your form once more. Finally, she settled on your eyes. You stared back without wavering. She seemed to like that.

“You’re probably right. It’s quite clear there’s to be no more fun between us.” She smiled- not unkindly, which confused you further- and turned on her heel, then she was retreating down the hall in a flurry of green skirts.

“Well,” said Sharon, breaking what was about to be an uncomfortable silence, “that was eventful.” She turned to the king then, fixing him with a cool stare. “I hear you have something to say to me.”

ooOOoo

Sharon Carter was a no-nonsense woman. Loki noticed that the minute he saw her approach you. He watched how she glared at Lorelai, whom she did not know, simply because the woman was a nuisance to you. He watched her link her arm in yours and lead the way to the library he intended to use for their chat — though he was unsure how she knew which one — and trailed behind, feeling quite out of sorts.

He had grown used to you always wanting to be by his side. It was silly, he chided himself. Sharon was your friend. He was your…What were you? Your friend for sure, but something more. Something softer, sweeter; something that—

“I’ve been told you want to speak to me.” Sharon’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. They were in the library now, with Sharon leaning against the table. You stood awkwardly between them, eyes darting from one to the other. “Out with it.”

You frowned. “Sharon-”

“No, it’s okay,” Loki assured you. “It’s fine.” He turned his attention to Sharon, all five foot eight of blonde hair and reproachful expressions. “I wish to apologize,” he began, “for the part I’ve played in your suffering. There is nothing I can say or do that will erase what you’ve—”

“I don’t like you.” Loki stopped, lips paused at the beginning of the word he never got to say. “I really, really don’t like you,” Sharon continued, “and I don’t care for your apologies. I don’t care if you feel bad and I don’t want to hear any of your rehearsed lies. You want something from me. Spare me the theatrics and just tell me what it is.”

And for maybe the third time in his life, Loki was at a loss for words. He had an entire speech planned. Of course, he meant every word. A younger, lesser version of him might appeal to her emotions to sway her to his side. Valhalla knows he had done it many times before, but not now, not knowing what he knew.

Luckily for him, you seemed to know exactly what to say. You glided over to Sharon and took her hands in yours. “It’s not like that,” you murmured. “We need your help, Sharon. Loki thinks that some of the commanders were stealing from Asgard.”

“Stealing what?” Sharon wanted to know.

“A flower.”

Chocolate eyes swung to him. “A flower? And what do you presume they did with this plant, your majesty?”

“They used it to kill my mother.” Now, she went silent, and Loki continued. “That was why I took over Midgard in the first place. Someone from your realm was able to steal a flower from a heavily guarded place under the watchful eye of Heimdall, and they used it to kill my mother. After that, I decided humans needed to be put in check.” His eyes flickered to you; to your sweet face full of nothing but understanding. “I was wrong.”

“Loki just wants to help,” you explained. “He knows what he did was wrong and he can’t take it back. He knows this was his fault, but Sharon, things are bad. The Commanders are afraid of Loki, yes, but they hate him. That hatred made them kill a goddess!”

“I agree they need to be stopped, but I’m not sure how I can help you.” Most of the bite had gone out of Sharon’s voice, replaced with an emotion akin to fatigue. Loki concluded the babe she obviously carried was partly the reason and made a mental note to get his healers to check on her before the day’s end.

“We need information,” Loki told her. “Any information. Did Captain Rogers ever receive any shipments unaccounted for? Ever see him meeting at weird times with anyone?” Sharon folded her arms in thought.

“He was off with James a lot. If you ask me, I’d say they were secretly in love.” You and Sharon shared a look before she continued. “Honestly, I couldn’t tell you where Steve went. He never brought anything strange into the house, and even if he did, I’d never ask him. I knew better than to go looking.”

She stopped speaking. A flicker of doubt crossed her face. Loki pounced on it immediately. “What? You’ve just remembered something. What is it?”

“Loki.” The admonishment came from you. “Give her a chance. Sharon,” you grabbed her hands again, “is there something you remember? Anything you can tell us will be of help.”

“There’s a room back home he never let me in. I wasn’t supposed to see it, since it was hidden.” Loki lifted a brow.

“Hidden? Hidden how?”

Sharon’s eyes roamed the room. They stopped on an oak bookshelf spanning the entirety of the opposite wall. “There’s a shelf in his study. Full of books he never reads. One day, I was dusting the books and pulled a few out. I can’t be sure which one did it, but there was a click, and the shelf moved out of the way.”

“What happened next, Miss Carter?”

She shrugged. “Nothing. Steve came back and I told him I found it and he made me promise not to go back. He put a camera in and locked the door to the study. I figured it was more trouble than it was worth. We did move into an old SHIELD base that was refurbished. It wasn’t uncommon to have hidden rooms.”

“Did you get a peek inside?” Loki asked, though he knew the answer before Sharon shook her head. “These flowers are magic. They can live even after they’ve been plucked. If he was keeping them in there—”

“I’m not going back into that house,” Sharon interjected. “I’m not going back. Especially not with James there.”

“James.” Loki stiffened. “James is on earth?” He cursed under his breath. It was a terrible idea to speak to Sharon before informing you of his conversation with Fandral. “Loki, you told me he was being sent around the realms. How did he get back on Earth?”

“I’ve no idea,” he answered you. “Fandral only just informed me of this. I was going to tell you after we finished here.” He looked at Sharon. “You do not have to return to Earth. Starting today, you are officially under the crown’s protection. You can stay here or return to the palace with us when it is time to do so. Your unborn babe shares the same protection.”

“Who killed his father?” Sharon asked suddenly. “Was it an accident? I can’t imagine it was.” Loki’s silence was enough. “Of course”

“To be fair, the intent wasn’t to kill him.”

Sharon gave him a look. “What was the intent?”

“Questioning,” Loki replied. “Maybe a little torture. Can’t always tell how these things will go.” At his admission, he swore the woman almost smiled. The corners of her lips twitched up a bit before she pulled them back into a neutral expression.

“Well, this has been an enlightening conversation. I think it’s time for me to head to bed. This little one,” she rubbed her stomach, “always has me beat these days.”

“Do you want me to walk you to your room?” you offered. “Or stay with you?”

“No, I think you both have things to talk about.” No explanation was needed to discern what she meant. “I really need some rest.” She made her way to the door, stopping when she was nearly out in the hall. “Your majesty, I’ve been told you’re quite taken with my friend. You’re both adults, so I can’t tell you what to do, but if you hurt her, I will hurt you.”

Loki smirked at that. The fire he received from the blonde woman was the first thing that led him to believe a cordial partnership was on the horizon. Her snarkiness was not unwelcome, and he might have cracked a smile had you not approached him with worry creasing your face.

“James is back?” Trembling hands reached for him, prompting him to pull you close to his body. “Loki, James is back. What are we going to do?”

“You are not going to do anything. He cannot touch you from Earth.” Loki rubbed his hands in a soothing pattern, up and down your arms until your shaking stopped and your forehead rested against his collarbone.

“He’s going to be so angry,” you whispered. Your breath tickled the base of his throat as you spoke. The warmth raised goosebumps on his flesh, making his eyes roll back at the proximity of your mouth to his body. You had such pretty lips. “He’s always so mad at me.”

Loki cleared his throat. He shoved his pervasive thoughts to the back of his mind and cupped the back of your head. “He will not lay a hand on you. This I have promised you before, and I promise it to you now.” You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. “James cannot make it to Asgard on his own. Heimdall will see him coming if he tries, and he’ll be arrested at the bridge. He will not hurt you again.”

A tear fell from your eye. Loki brushed it away with a gentle stroke, following it with two more. He held your face and kissed your forehead, allowing you to cry into his brand-new tunic. It was the first time you ever let him comfort you through your tears, and he was struck by just how much you had come to consider him. In many ways, you were not just the woman who flinched at a touch and walked around as though in a trance. You were becoming much more, and Loki felt glad that he seemed to have contributed to that in some way.

“Loki?”

“Yes, flower?”

You sniffled. “Who is Lorelai?” Ah. “An old girlfriend?” He almost laughed at the mundane word.

Loki did not have girlfriends or boyfriends. He had lovers, men and women and all in between with whom he shared a mutual attraction and partook in pleasures of the flesh. There were often no real feelings on his part. He would ride out whatever time he spent with them until they wanted more, which he could not give, or they moved on to another. And he never once regretted letting them go. His heart could never seem to get involved.

That was until he met you.

“Lady Lorelai is an old lover of mine,” he told you. “Troublesome, meddlesome, and as good a liar as myself. Except, she takes it too far.”

Your brow creased with fret. “She knows who I am, Loki. She knows who I am and I’ve never met her before.”

“Lorelai likes to keep tabs on me. She is as proud as she is envious, and I can admit now that getting involved with her was a mistake.” He took your hand and led you over to lean against the desk. “You’ve nothing to worry about. Lorelai may think she is a threat, but she has long fallen out of favour with me. And she does not have the use of her gifts anymore.”

“Gifts?” you repeated. “What gifts?”

Loki lifted your hand to his chest. He held it there, smoothing his thumb over your well-nourished skin. “Lorelai has the ability to bend men to her will. She is able to do so with just her voice. Of course, it depends on the will of the man. Lesser wills are easily broken. Stronger ones, not so much.”

“And I suppose you were a much harder conquest?” You looked up at him from beneath your lashes, eyes filled with a hint of teasing.

“I’m immune to most magic, being one of the most advanced sorcerers across the realm.” He could not help but puff out his chest a bit. “Lorelai’s was still tricky to navigate. After we ended things, she began stirring up trouble. Made an inordinate amount of men do her bidding. I am entirely sure she could have caused an uprising if she wanted.”

Alarm crossed your face then, making Loki regret his words. “Do not be worried,” he assured you. “Lorelai was stopped. My mother made a charm bracelet that she is forced to wear by order of the king. It dampens her magic so she cannot use it on people even if she tried.”

“And she really can’t use it?” The fingers of your hand, which he had not let go, were now intertwined with his. He wondered if you even noticed. “She really agreed to wear it?”

Loki chuckled. “It was that or a rather unbecoming muzzle that prevented her from speaking at all. Vanity is as vanity does. At least the bracelet looks rich enough.” His eyes dipped to your hands- fingers woven together as though they were the threads of life themselves. Loki never cared much for silly displays of affection before. Now, he found himself wondering if the spaces between his fingers were crafted specifically for yours to fit.

“You must be tired from the journey,” he said. “Would you like to rest before the dinner? I can come fetch you later.” He moved your hands to your sides- still connected- and began leading you out the door. “I took the liberty of getting us adjoining rooms. Please tell me if it was too presumptuous. I just thought you would feel safer with me nearby.”

“No, that’s fine,” you said, and he could tell by your smile he had made the right choice. “What time is the dinner?”

“I will send someone to fetch you an hour or so before. Our rooms are just down here. Come.”

ooOOoo

As it turned out, Loki was right. The rest did you a world of good. You weren’t sure how long you slept, but by the time a servant came in to wake you and help get you ready, it was nearly dark outside.

Night descended quite differently on Asgard. On Earth, the sun would set into a brief dusky grey before the darkness actually fell. Here, the sky seemed to come alive. The disappearance of the sun heralded hues of purples and blues that seemed to reflect the ocean below. The black night fell like a blanket, dotted with stars so bright you often had to look away before your eyes began to burn. It was truly the most beautiful place you had ever seen.

“Lady Dee?” The maidservant’s voice drew your attention away from the window. “You have a visitor. The king.” You smiled.

“He can come in. I’m nearly finished. You can go have your supper now.” She curtsied before you just as Loki walked in, dressed to the nines in formal garb. His trademark smirk was on his face.

“Flower.”

“Loki.”

His eyes roamed over you from head to toe. You were, of course, wearing one of the many new dresses he’d sent you, this one a simple gold, made of silk held up by delicate chain straps with a cowl neck. The rest of the dress hung off your body like a waterfall, showing off just enough of your newly filled-out figure. “You look wonderful. Something is missing, though. Would you turn around?”

The maidservant was long gone, the door closed to give the two of you some privacy. Loki handed you a silver-backed mirror to hold to keep your neck in focus. In his other hand, the necklace from earlier appeared. He approached you from behind, so close you could feel the ends of his tunic poking into your back.

“Lift your hair for me, darling.” You almost moaned when you felt his breath on your neck. He fastened the necklace with practiced perfection, and you were pleased to find it blended quite well with the dress you chose. It sat nestled above the neckline, adding an extra air of refinement to the plain dress. “Perfect.”

“It’s lovely.” Loki moved your hair back in place as you admired the jewelry. As he did so, you noticed the bracelet you bought him secured on his wrist. “Hey,” you caught at his arm, “you’re wearing it.”

“I told you I would.” He let his hand rest on your bare shoulder. “Would you look at that,” he mused. “They match.”

They really did. The emerald eyes of the golden serpents glistened in the light as though alive, and they were the exact same shade as the teardrop emerald in your piece. “Did you do this on purpose? The necklace?”

Your eyes met in the mirror and he grinned. “Maybe.” He moved some hair away from your ear, lips encroaching on the space near your lobe. “Or maybe, I just wanted to see my colours on you.”

Oh fuck. Loki had flirted with you before, but it was never as intimate as this. His voice had never before dropped this low, nor did his eyes appear so heavy. And his thumb had certainly never run across the skin of your shoulder and up the side of your neck as it was doing now.

“We don’t have to attend the dinner,” he told you. “I can always have it brought here. It’s just a formality anyway.”

You thought for only a second. “You can do that?”

“I’m the king,” he reminded you. “I can do most anything I want.”

The mirror vanished from your hand. Loki released your shoulder, opting to take your hand and give you a little spin. You giggled as he twirled you and then pulled you against him. Your hands went around his neck to steady yourself while his rested on your waist.

“What do you say?” he asked. “Do you wish to endure a boring dinner, or do you want to stay here with me?”

“I—”

A knock on the door interrupted your acceptance of his proposal. The annoyance on his face as he let you go to answer the door no doubt mirrored your own. Fandral was standing at the door when it opened. He gave you a cheeky smile before addressing the king.

“Loki,” he greeted in that grand way of his. “The Lady Sharon has agreed to your plan. She thinks it best to go at once, with your approval, of course.”

You had joined Loki at the door now. While you weren’t sure what plan they referred to, you could tell any plans you had for the evening were now fully squashed. “What’s going on? What plan?”

“I wish to search the hidden room in Rogers’ house. I sent word to Lady Sharon while you were asleep. In honesty, I had not expected her to agree so quickly.”

“Oh.” That was the only word you could seem to get out in response. “Are you going?” You didn’t want him to go. As silly as it sounded- because you knew he could protect himself- you were worried for his safety if he were to go to Earth.

Loki shook his head. “I’m not going. I’m sending a few men so as not to arouse suspicion. They’ll be in and out and none will be the wiser, but I must brief them, meaning-”

“You’ll be late for dinner.” It was much easier to say this than make Fandral privy to your real plans. “It’s okay. If there is something in that room that can connect them to your mother, it’s better to do it now.” You placed your hands on Loki’s arm. “Go on ahead. I suppose I’ll go to the dinner for the time being.”

“I’ll be back,” Loki promised. He brought your hand to his lips for a kiss— the second that day alone— and you could not help but wonder when he would make advances towards another type of kiss. “I’ll see you soon.

ooOOoo

Dinner was a fantastic affair. Lords and ladies sat around an enormous table filled with more food than you had ever seen, dressed in the finest jewels and clothes. Laughter filled the hall and conversation flowed. At one point, a friendly fight broke out: two lords drunk off mead, both wanting to show off their newly crafted swords. And yet still, you were bored out of your mind

There was a goblet of Asgardian ale in your left hand. One of the servants kept refilling it at intervals. The taste did not particularly delight you, but you sipped it to give yourself something to do. At first, you were intent on waiting for Loki to return, but three courses and five ales later, you noticed the meeting would not soon end.

Either way, you were finished here. You pushed your chair back and exited the dining room, goblet still clutched in hand. A kind servant topped you up on your way out. You thanked him with a smile and began the long walk to your room. Maybe, if you were lucky, you would still be awake long enough for Loki to return. You could both spend whatever was left of the night talking until you fell asleep like you did at the palace.

“Lady Dee,” purred a familiar voice. You paused, squinting ahead to see who it was. Lorelai appeared before you in a green dress with her red hair done up in an exquisite bun. You soured a bit upon seeing Loki’s colour draped all over her. “I thought that was you.”

“‘Tis me.” You noted then, to your embarrassment, that your ‘s’ was a bit slurred.

“Why do you hold your head in that manner?” Lorelai enquired. You did find her to be a little askew. Actually, your entire field of vision was off-kilter, and you straightened your head with a flush of your cheeks. “Gotten into the ale, I see.”

You placed the cup at your side. “I’ve had alcohol before.”

“Not Asgardian alcohol, I’m sure. This packs quite a punch. Nothing on Earth can compare to it, although I suppose you might have realized Midgardian spirits have little to no effect on you.”

In truth, you just thought you had an abnormally high tolerance. The vodka back home would burn your throat, but that was as far as it went. “Did you need something from me?”

“I wanted to apologize.” She sounded so sincere you almost believed her. “By now, you’ve heard that Loki and I were involved. He was special to me, and it was very hard for me to let him go. Sometimes, I get a bit in my head when I find out he’s seeing someone new.” She paused to give you a look. “You are seeing each other, aren’t you?”

Your answer did not come soon enough, and she noticed your hesitancy. It delighted her, you could tell, evident by the little quirk of her eyebrows. “Seems I was wrong-”

“We’re taking things slow,” you blurted. “Loki and I.” Lorelai laughed.

“Slow? Loki does not take things slow. He was taking me over the desk of his study daily within the first week of us meeting.” She let out a dreamy sigh, making your stomach churn. It also could have been the ale, but you felt queasy either way. “He’s a very good lover. Once, he tied me up and—”

“I do not wish to hear of your past with Loki. Some things should be kept private.”

“Well, privacy isn’t always Loki’s strong suit. In time, you’ll come to find he doesn’t mind an audience.” She looked you up and down. “Or maybe, you won’t. Since you’re taking things slow.”

You rolled your eyes. Lorelai was a bitch, and you didn’t need to stand here and take this. “I’m leaving. Loki’s waiting for me.”

“Is he? I just came from the library and heard him in a meeting. Sounds like he has more important things on his mind.” She ended her statement with a frown so sad you couldn’t tell if she was faking it. “Why don’t you come back to the dinner with me? I’m sure many gentlemen would love the pleasure of your company.”

“I don’t want them. I want Loki.” Petulance abounded in your voice. You were aware you sounded like a spoiled child, but you could not care.

Lorelai hummed. “My dear,” her hands came to rest on your arms, “I’ve already told you Loki is in a meeting. He’s busy! Why would you want to bother him?” She let her hands wander to the end of your hair. “He doesn’t like to be bothered.”

“But he won’t mind,” you protested. “He never minds me.” At least, he never had before.

“This is a beautiful necklace,” she complimented. Her slim fingers traced the chain around your neck. “Did Loki give it to you? He does have a thing for giving his women jewelry.” She lifted her wrist to show you the golden bracelet dotted with rubies. “He gave this to me. Gorgeous, isn’t it?”

You pushed her hands off of you. The goblet in your hand fell to the floor, splattering drink all over your dress. “You’re lying! Loki’s mother put that on you because of your powers. It’s not the same.” Lorelai smirked.

“Loki’s mother enchanted the bracelet. I already had it, because it was a gift from him.” She twisted her hand in the air to show off the piece. “I love rubies. He knows me so well.”

“I’m leaving,” you told her. “I don’t believe any of your lies.”

“But you believe Loki’s so easily,” she countered. “I can’t blame you. He is the God of them, after all, and he tells them so well. Who can blame a sweet girl like you for falling for him?”

The way she spoke to you made your blood boil. It was as though you were a child with no brain of your own and all the naivety in the world. This woman- so proper and prim- had no idea the terrors your faced. She didn’t know of your life, or that you knew well the nature of men probably even better than her.

“I must go,” you announced. “Loki and I have plans.” You pushed past her without a second thought.

“Wait!” She grabbed your hand, grip strong like a vice.

“Let go of me!”

“Has he kissed you, at least?” Her fingernails dug into your skin, leaving deep crescents of pain in their wake. “Has he?” Her lip curled, nostrils flaring into the ugliest look of contempt. “Has he pressed those liar lips up against yours—”

“Fuck you!” You wrenched your hand from her grasp and ran.

ooOOoo

Sometimes, Loki hated being the king. He remembered the times when he was a young prince, when he coveted the throne and envied his brother’s place in line for it. He recalled all the mischief he made to get the crown. Now that he had it, he often had vivid fantasies of stomping it under his foot.

The crown meant power. The crown meant he and his brother were untouchable, but also in the most precarious position of their lives. Everyone wanted their favour or heads — to serve the throne or capture it for themselves. The crown was as dangerous as it was secure, but right now, all he cared about was that it had ruined his plans with you.

It took longer than usual to get the men briefed. They had never been in the house before, so he had to start by mapping the area and the building. Sharon’s intel was of good use, and he only wished he could wake her for more. Yet, he was loathe to bother her in her condition. Now that the meeting was over, he only wanted to see you.

So it was just his luck that he happened to see you walking up the hall just as he was coming down. “Flower.” You did not answer him. In fact, you looked rather destroyed.

Long tears cut a path down your face, falling from red eyes all the way to a trembling mouth. Your hands were clasped tightly together at your waist, and he could see a light sheen of sweat on your skin. “Flower? Whatever is the matter?” He reached out to you. You pulled away.

“I’m tired,” you said. “I want to sleep.” Your voice cracked with emotion as you told the lies he so easily sussed out.

“I do not think that is true.” He spoke as though tending to a wounded child. “You’re upset. Please tell me what happened.” He spied it then— five long scratches running down your arm. “What is this?” He gestured to the angry redness of your skin. “Who did this?”

Your eyes dipped to your hand as though noticing the marks for the first time. “I ran into Lorelai—”

“Lorelai.” Fury burned in his chest. He reached out to take your hand, and this time you did not stop him. “I knew she was jealous, but I did not think she would attack you-”

“Why won’t you kiss me?” you cried.

Loki was so shocked he released your hand. “What?”

You threw your hands up. “Why won’t you kiss me? Lorelai says you used to be all over her all the time. She said you were always having sex, and you’re not one to take things slow. I thought you liked me!”

“I do!” Loki replied in a hushed tone. “I do like you, flower. Why was Lorelai even speaking to you about me in the first place? I told you she lies.”

“But you said you were together!” You wagged a finger at him, and it was then he smelled the ale on you. “You said that! So I know she’s not lying. She also said you gave her jewelry, too, just like you did to all your women.” You touched the necklace you wore. “Is that what this is? A habit?”

Never in his life had he wanted to strike a woman the way he wanted to smack Lorelai right now. He knew he should have left her in that dungeon. Alas, he was young, and that youth led him to convince his father to release her under condition. She was going straight back as soon as he found her.

“Darling, you need to tell me exactly what Lorelai said. She’s very good at twisting words and situations-”

“Oh!” Anger flared on your face. “And I’m just some silly little girl who didn’t know she was even Asgardian, so obviously I’d fall for it.”

Loki gaped. “That’s not-”

“It’s because of James, isn’t it?” you asked, and his eyes widened at the accusation. “You don’t want to kiss me because of him. You think I’m spoiled! Rotten and raped and abused and dirty-” You stopped suddenly, back going rigid.

“Flower?” He was too afraid to touch you. Instead, he let his hand hover near you in case you felt the need to take hold of it. “Flower, are you okay?”

In response, you hunched forward and vomited all over his shoes.

ooOOoo

You had never been this humiliated. Not even through James’ abuse, through him laughing at your pain and suffering, did you ever feel this level of mortification. If you had to guess why, you’d say it was because you’d done it to yourself. You drank the ale, you allowed yourself to be tricked by Lorelai and you threw up all over Loki’s shoes.

To his credit, Loki did not flinch once. He simply kicked off his now ruined shoes and led you barefoot back to your adjoined rooms. From there, he instructed you to take a bath while he got some servants to clean up the mess you made. The bath did help some, but the hot, lavender-scented water was not enough to wash away the shame you felt. By the time you were finished, you only wanted to sleep and pretend this night never happened.

Loki was waiting for you when you were done. You stepped out in your sleeping robe to find him placing a tray near your bedside table. He turned over his shoulder to look at you. “Come.”

You cast your red eyes down as you approached the bed. Loki pulled back the covers without a word, allowing you to enter. He then tucked them around you and took a seat at your side. “Drink this,” he handed you a glass with a clear, fizzy liquid. “It will help prevent any headaches and further nausea. Drink it all.”

While you drank, he took ahold of your hand. He let his fingers hover over the marks inflicted by Lorelai, and one by one, they disappeared. It was like pulling a blanket over the lines, completely obscuring them from view until only unblemished skin remained. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He took the empty glass from you. “Rest your head. Gentle now.” He ran the back of his hand over your check, moving it all the way up until his palm rested on your head. “I’m sorry I was late to the dinner. I wish I could have prevented Lorelai from happening upon you.”

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered. “I should’ve never listened to her. I was wrong.” You wiped a tear from your eye.

“Yes you were,” Loki agreed, much to your surprise. “You were wrong when you said that I have any sort of avulsion towards you due to the sufferings you have endured. The reason I am often careful with you, the reason I do not take liberties, is not because I find you repulsive. Rather, I want to ensure I do not cross any of your boundaries. The speed at which I am courting you is not for lack of wanting.”

“I never should’ve said that,” you told him, still reeling from his admission that he was, in fact, courting you. “I was just angry. Lorelai got into my head.”

“As she is wont to do,” Loki finished. “I will deal with her at a later time. Yes, I got her the bracelet. Lorelai likes expensive things, and I often oblige to my lovers’ wants. You have to remember this was a very long time ago. My feelings for Lorelai were nothing but lust. Everyone I got involved with knew that. We haven’t even spoken since we ended all those years ago.”

“I understand.”

Loki leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You could not even muster up the annoyance that it was, once again, not your lips. “Do not ever think less of yourself because of what was done to you. It was not your fault. James will be dealt with as soon as possible and as safely as possible. All of my efforts right now are diverted toward bringing him to justice without getting you more involved than you already are. Have some patience with me, and you will soon see that”.

You nodded, unable to form any words after the complete spectacle you had made of yourself.

“And one more thing,” Loki said. He lowered his face to yours, so close your noses touched. “If you wanted me to kiss you, all you had to do was say so.”

And with that, he pressed his lips to yours.

Chapter 17

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