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becca-e-barnes · 9 months

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The Study

Not only is this the start of my 'Moving In' series, I'm also calling it my birthday piece! I turn 24 on Tuesday and I'm trying hard not to think about the fact I'm overdue a quarter-life crisis.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.7K (oops)

Warnings: Pleasure Dom!Bucky, sub! reader, spanking, use of a vibrator, forced orgasms, kinda Dom vibes but totally consensual, degradation, safe word system but safe word not used, pet names

Summary: Bucky spends the weekend at your new house and you take him on a tour.

Minors, do not interact

Turning the key in the front door still feels odd. One of the very first changes you made to the house was installing a new locking mechanism on both doors and it hasn't had a chance to stiffen up yet.

The smell of paint is starting to dissipate but it hits you hardest when you open the front door. The hallway was one of the last areas of the house to be redecorated so the smell seems to be most noticeable right at the door.

"Damn, this place is deceptive." Bucky's remark makes you smile to yourself while you hang your jacket up. "It's a whole lot bigger on the inside than I thought."

"It surprised me too. All of the rooms are a nice size."

The house had ticked so many boxes for you. More than two bedrooms in a quiet development, a low maintenance garden, off road parking, a downstairs bathroom and the whole house has plenty of potential. The plan isn't to live here forever, after all. It should be easy enough for you to sell when you decide to move on.

You flick a few lights on in the hallway and toss your keys into the bowl on the hall table before you turn your attention back to Bucky standing in your living room. Despite the fact you hadn't removed your own shoes, he's taken his off, leaving them neatly at the doorway of the living room beside his travel bag.

He's respectful of your space; he always has been but it's nice to just have him in your space. It's nice to have him be part of it.

He walks slowly around the little living room, looking at the few ornaments and picture frames you'd collected. "That's cute." He's looking at a picture of you and your best friend, sitting on the floor of your old kitchen, laughing yourselves to tears over the fact your Christmas tree was three inches tall and cut out from the back of a cereal box. The photo brings a smile to your face every time you see it.

"Are you hungry? You've had a long day." You move over behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his back through his clothes while he looks at your pictures on the fireplace. He's had to travel for a few hours just to get here so you imagine he's bound to want something.

"I'm okay for now." You nod at his response, taking in the fact he's actually standing in your home.

The time you have with him is limited. That's how this works but for just less than two days, he's yours. After that, he'll go back home so you've learned to make the most of the time you have with him.

"Help yourself to whatever you like. Kitchen is down the hall." You don't even really want to move but you can't stand like this forever.

He turns in your arms so he's facing you and captures your lips in his. It's a soft, slow, gentle kiss; the kind you've been dreaming of since you last saw him. You need him to feel exactly how much you've missed him without having to tell him.

The kiss lasts for minutes, far beyond its natural end but neither of you care.

After what feels like forever, your lips part but your foreheads stay pressed together, both of you determined not to pull away.

"I still haven't gotten the grand tour." He's got the most beautiful eyes and they're locked on yours to the point that you'd almost forgotten he's never been here before. "But I want to start in your favourite room."

"Well, the study is my favourite. I converted one of the bedrooms into an office space."

"Show me."

You don't protest. Instead you head out of the living room and up the stairs to the furthest end of the hallway, with Bucky following closely behind you.

"These all used to be built-in storage units around a headboard for a bed. I took all the doors off the cabinets and made it into shelving." You'd turned the room into a space that you love. The walls are painted a light shade of cream with houseplants lined up between books on the shelves. Instead of storage around a headboard, you now have book shelves, arching around your desk. The other side of the room has a sofa that converts into a bed for extra guests and there's a beanbag in the corner by the window to read on.

"I see why it's your favourite. Odd mix of books here though." Bucky's eyes flick over the titles, ranging from your collection of political figures' autobiographies, the 'Diary of an Oxygen Thief' trilogy, the selection of books providing commentary on the criminal justice system and a good few classics.

"It is. But I like this room. It'll be cosy in winter once I get some fairy lights and nice and bright in summer. Somewhere to unwind." You're thinking out loud as you reach up to close the window and that's when you feel Bucky step behind you.

"I think we should celebrate." Bucky’s voice is low, his lips trailing up the side of your neck, heading towards the spot just behind your ear that he's always loved to kiss.

"I think..." He stops briefly on his path, taking a second to inhale deeply, determined to slow down. "I think we should make love in every room of your new house this weekend."

Fuck.

"Are you sure you're up for that? Because I can really stretch it out. I'm not sure how we're going to make it work in the pantry or the downstairs bathroom but I'm happy to try."

"Your 'pantry' is a cupboard." Bucky's breath is hot on your neck, and you feel his lips have curled into a smile.

"I know. You promised every room though." You can't help but tease him, although you're half serious. It's not your fault that you're keen. Not when he's kissing down your neck like that and holding your waist so your back is flush against him.

"You're a handful." You feel his fingertips graze the bare skin of your waist and you remember how nice it is to just be touched the way he touches you.

"I might be a handful but I can promise if I have my way, after you leave here on Sunday, you won't even be able to think about cumming again until Thursday at the very earliest."

"Jesus, that's one hell of a promise." He turns you around to face him and you notice his eyes are damn near twinkling with excitement.

You've got all weekend together; there's no need to rush but you can't help the overwhelming need to feel him sliding into you. That's when you feel closest to him and it's the closeness you're craving more than anything.

Your hand cups the side of his face, your thumb tracing across his freshly shaved jawline and you allow yourselves a second to just be together.

He smells familiar. The heat of his body against yours makes you feel safe. He makes you feel safe.

"I want to start with you though. I brought you a little something." He kisses your lips gently and smooths a hand down over your hair before he retreats downstairs to the bag that he'd brought a few changes of clothes in.

He returns with a small cardboard box with the tape on one end already cut.

"I didn't have time to wrap it. It arrived last minute." You're so busy trying to get into the box that you hadn't even noticed.

Inside the box are a few instruction manuals, a thin white cord and a black satin pouch. Inside the pouch is a neon pink toy that's thicker at each end, narrow in the middle and nicely curved.

"I've already charged it and paired it to my phone. This end slips inside you." He points to the thicker end, studying your face to make sure you're okay with this.

And why wouldn't you be? This is pretty damn close to a dream come true.

"Remember what you said last time I saw you? You wanted me to spank you. Maybe we should take it a little further." He's always been hesitant to do anything that would hurt you and that fact is the very reason you want him to. You know how much he wants to protect you and knowing he cares about you has you convinced that he's the right person to explore this with.

"Please." You whisper, beyond excited at the thought of getting everything you've begged him for. "What did you have in mind?"

"I'm thinking about you bent over this desk with this inside you and we'll start off with a couple of light taps to that pretty ass." He presses the button on the narrow part of the toy and it give a short buzz, coming to life in his hands.

Fuck, you're into this man. You're into his hesitation just as much as you're into his willingness to try something new.

"Traffic light safe word system. 'Red' and I'll stop, 'amber' and I'll give you a break, 'green' to keep going." He wants to be fully sure you know you're in control here, not that you ever had any doubt.

You nod and stretch up on your tiptoes to kiss him, this time with as much passion as you can manage. Your hands run through his hair while his trail over your body, your tongue flicking gently against his.

Just being around this man makes you wet, not that you'd ever admit that to him. Even the thought of him has you throbbing with arousal so now that he's here in front of you, your whole body feels like it's buzzing.

He touches you like he can't get enough. He can't get you close enough and it's beyond thrilling to be the subject of his need.

It's almost embarrassing that you get yourself worked up so easily but from the hungry look in his eyes when you undo the button of your jeans, he doesn't seem to mind.

You step out of your jeans and panties and Bucky helps you out of your top and bra, leaving you naked in your study.

"Look at you." Bucky sounds like he's almost in awe, no matter how many times he's seen you naked.

He kisses you again, matching the same passion he'd had earlier, trailing his hands over your soft, warm skin until his fingers are nestled between your thighs.

"Fuck, you're soaked." His fingertips trail between the folds of your sex, gathering the wetness he's responsible for. "Good girls don't get this wet at the thought of being spanked. You know that, don't you?"

You're almost too turned on to even respond to him. "Bend over. I want to see how well you take your toy."

You do as you're told, bending over your desk while Bucky drops to his knees behind you to slip the toy inside you. You feel him trail the thicker end of the toy against your slick cunt, gathering enough wetness to let it slip inside you comfortably.

Within a minute, the toy comes to life inside you and there's no way to stifle the moan that catches in your throat.

Not only is the internal part vibrating at a low, delightful buzz, the other end is pressed right to your clit and is stimulating it at the same strength.

"Did I say you could make a sound?" Bucky quizzes, sounding harsher than ever and when he gets no response, his hand comes down on your ass with so much force that it makes you yelp.

It was a hell of a spank and you can feel heat blooming under the skin of your left cheek, quickly followed by another spank to the right.

"For the record, you can make as much noise as you need to. But only because I've told you that you can. You see the difference?"

You force yourself not to nod and it has the effect you were hoping for. Two more harsh, painful spanks are delivered, one to each cheek, the same as before.

You don't know if you imagined it but the toy inside you feels stronger. You can't be sure if you're just focusing on the pleasure over the pain or if Bucky really has turned it up.

"Does that feel nice, sweetheart?" He needs to know you're enjoying this because a little part of him is surprised at just how much he's into it. He gets to control both your pleasure and your pain because you want him to and the trust alone is enough to get him off.

"Feels amazing, fuck. Making such a mess." Stringing sentences together isn't easy but you swear you're about to cum already. Your nipples rub delightfully against the wooden desk and you swear every sensation is heightened.

"I wish you could see the mess you're making. Looks fucking delicious." He turns the toy up ever so slightly but that's enough to send you spiralling, gripping the edge of the desk as pleasure ripples through your entire body.

You can do nothing but sob, cumming relentlessly because he's refused to turn the toy down. Even after you're done, he keeps it at the same intensity, moving on like nothing happened.

"You say the sluttiest things. That promise of yours to totally drain me. Who says shit like that? So fucking filthy."

"I mean it. I want every drop of cum you can give me. And then more." You know saying something like that will earn you another spank and it does.

"You're not just acting like a slut. You are a slut. You spend your life hiding it from everyone else but you can't hide it from me." A shiver runs down your spine. You almost feel like you've been caught. Like he's figured you out and now you have nothing left to hide. "Say it."

It's a clear instruction but saying it makes it real.

Your hesitation earns you another sharp spank, heat prickling both your face and your ass at the same time.

"Don't make me tell you twice." For someone hesitant to slip into a dominant role, he's absolutely nailing it.

"I'm your slut." Your voice is less steady than you would've hoped but the words at clear at the very least.

"My slut?" He almost sounds like he can't believe what he heard.

"Yours. Your slut." You repeat, wishing you could see his face.

"Oh sweetheart, that's cute." He means it too. He turns the toy up as a reward and even though it's only at half its full strength, you can't help but cum again, pleading your way through another blinding orgasm.

"Such a good girl for me. That's it. Cum nice and hard. Give that slutty little pussy what it needs." He lands one more harsh spank on your ass and you swear it only makes you cum harder, to the point that your legs are shaking.

But all of a sudden, the sensation stops completely.

"B-Bucky?" You ask, turning around to look at him, wondering if something went wrong.

"Don't want to wear you out, sweetheart. I think that'll do for now." You agree that it's probably a good place to stop and you have no problem taking the toy out for a while.

He pulls you in close, resting your head on his chest, letting you catch your breath while he holds you and kisses your forehead.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" His voice is soft, hoping that you'll tell him the truth.

"No. It was perfect." You smile, capturing his lips in yours, hoping to relieve some of his fear. You're almost giddy with excitment. It truly was everything you needed and you fully intend to thank him for it before the weekend is over.

"Good. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would." He's back to the gentle, tender touches that you're so used to from him and it's a blessing that he can flick so effortlessly between both personas.

"How about we order in and stick a movie on?" He suggests, kissing the tip of your nose. "Go put on something comfortable. I'll find a takeout."

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haleyboook · 4 months

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Christmas cheer

When a relationship not known by Chris’ family is suddenly front and center when he insists on her coming to his family Christmas festivities. Just how insane can she expect it to be? And how bad will it effect her relationship?

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“I just need my bathing suit and I’ll have all my clothes ready to be packed.” I tell him as I hold the laundry basket in my arms

He nods as he remains half out of it staring at me

“Chris?”

“Mmhm?”

“What’s on your mind?”

He sighs as he sits up saying “I’m not liking the idea of not being together on Christmas. The best holiday.”

I drop the laundry basket and walk over to him, I sit on the armrest of the chair as he pulls me towards him

His lips press to my shoulder as he says “The Bahamas are so lame right now. Change your flight. Let’s go there for New Years. Boston is so beautiful right now.”

Sighing I say “My whole family is there, and they would love to meet you. You know that. I talk about you all the time and my mom already loves you. Why don’t you come with me? And then we can celebrate New Years with your family?”

Slowly he considers giving in as my eyes practically melt him and my lips press to his as I smile widely

The corners of his lips curve upwards in response to me and he groans saying “My mom and sisters would kill me if I missed Christmas. My nieces and nephews are expecting me there.”

Nodding I sigh saying “So basically we can’t spend the holiday together. And we’re back to square one.”

He smiles to me and says “Yeah. I guess so.”

But that look on his face for a split second was awfully mischievous and I know he’s up to something.

He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses my collarbones as we draw closer to each other

“It’s snowing in Boston. Have you ever been to Boston when it’s snowing?”

“No. I haven’t.”

“Winter is my second favorite season there. A white Christmas is my favorite. And my family goes all nine yards.”

“Oh really? What do they do?”

He smiles and says “Well my whole big family pile into my childhood home and we spend the whole week together. My mom has us baking and cooking all week and we go see a Christmas play on Christmas Eve. And we have a Christmas Eve party after. And Christmas Day is the best, seeing my niece and nephews excitement over the gifts is the best. My mom makes us spiked hot chocolate and we have this massive dinner. It’s literally heaven.”

The pause sits for awhile as I think on my family, my parents have my sisters and all their friends in the Bahamas with them currently

I paid for the vacation, called it an early Christmas gift.

But… Boston doesn’t sound too bad

“If.. I can change my flight, I’m in.”

His eyes widen suddenly as he looks to me surprised saying “You’re serious?”

I scoff saying “Was that not a real offer?”

“No! No it was real. I’ll.. I’ll call my mom telling her you’re coming along.”

I nod and stare at the laundry across the room. I sigh saying “im not going to need that bathing suit am I?”

He laughs whole heartedly and I grumble saying “You owe me time at the beach. I need ocean and sun time.”

“Promise. New Years with your family in the Bahamas. We can stay a week longer than your family. Just us.”

I sigh into him as I grow relaxed, nodding saying “That sounds perfect. Just what I need after the shit-show movie I just wrapped.”

“He was a terrible director.”

“He made me pull my hair out. I need to strictly rely on Greta and Sofia for work. They’re the only tolerable directors I’ve worked with. Besides obviously the marvel projects.”

He nods saying “Making everyone work on a holiday is crazy.”

“Well you saw how well that worked out for him.”

Chris laughs saying “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie crew so happy that an actress went full diva for them.”

“They all deserved to be with their families, regardless if they celebrated the holiday or not.”

“Trust me, I know they were thankful.”

I sigh saying “Yeah…. Now tell me what I need to pack for Boston.”

“You need to start with at least 3-4 coats or jackets.”

I make a winced face and say “You’re kidding.”

“That doesn’t include winter coats. Do you have a winter—”

He pauses as he looks to me as I produce a pinched expression and shrug saying “I don’t own anything like that.”

“We’ve got a lot of work to do then.”

The flight was simple enough, I overpacked and had to check my bag. Chris didn’t have to, he had a small enough bag for it to be a carry on

I realized how big of a mistake it was to check my bag the minute I started looking through the carousels for my suitcase

Only to my surprise it never came around. Chris felt terrible as the flight attendant informed me that my suitcase, along with half the passengers were left to fly out on the next plane

I blinked in response to her, feeling anger rise within me “what do you mean you left my suitcase?”

“It will be delivered here in a few hours. We can ship it to the address you—”

“I just want my things! Why couldn’t you fit my suitcase on the plane?”

“There are certain rules and regulations we need to follow, the flight was sold out and we couldn’t exceed a certain weight—”

“Everything I need is in my suitcase! It’s 25 degrees out! I need my things!”

Chris wraps his arm around me attempting to calm me down saying “Honey… honey it’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”

I scoff saying “Don’t give me that. You carried your suitcase on. You have everything you could possibly need. I have nothing. My scripts were in there. I needed to run those lines.”

He sighs and attempts to comfort me as he looks to the lady saying “How soon will it be shipped?”

“The second it’s in our custody. You should get it by tomorrow.”

“That’s not so bad, you’ll have all your things by tomorrow. In the meantime we’ll figure something out.”

The Bahamas are sounding a lot better now

“Yeah. Okay..” I say unconvinced and on edge

Chris had called his mom a day ago telling her he was bringing his girlfriend and she was surprised to find out so late in advance

Pretty frustrated this is one of the few times she’d even heard about me.

But before I wasn’t even his girlfriend, we were just going on a few dates. He thought it was easier to just say that to his mother instead

We were both so busy, there was no time to share with anyone else but each other

And we used every single minute we could find with the other

He’d fly to me and leave in the morning. Or I’d fly in at 9am and have to leave at 12am.

He knows he should have mentioned his girlfriend earlier, to not only his mother but probably his sisters and practically anyone else in his family

I ask as he drives our rental car towards the house “Scott’s there already?”

He’s the one person I really knew from his family, considering how often he visited

“Yeah. He just got to the house this morning.”

I swallow hard saying “And your mom, Lisa knows I’m coming to Christmas?”

“She knows, relax y/n. There’s nothing to worry about. My mom will love you and we’ll have a great time.”

“So your older is Carly, and Shanna is your younger sister. Then there’s your dad and he’s a dentist. And then there’s miles and—”

“Clearly you’ve done your research.”

I sigh as I run my hands down my face saying “I wouldn’t even need to. You love your family, you talk about them constantly. I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve met them. I could probably recite their birthdays at this point… oh my god. Don’t let me say that to them. I’m losing my mind. I’m so nervous, were you this nervous to meet my mom?”

He laughs as I scramble my sentences together quickly, talking way too fast

“Your mother gave me no warning, I met her in my boxers while I was getting the paper. I had no time to be nervous.”

I smile and look to him saying “She thought you were handsome immediately.”

He shakes his head saying with a chuckle “No, her first comment was asking why I was so pale.”

Laughing I shake my head saying “I can’t believe she said that.”

“She wasn’t wrong.”

He livens up my mood just switching the topic, I feel better already. He squeezes my hand saying “Just don’t overthink this and you’ll do great. Promise.”

And that’s when we turned down a street where I saw a suburban neighborhood, it was different than I was used to

There was an inflatable Santa on the large patch of grass in the front yard and lights thrown up onto the gutters, brightly colored

The driveway was full and it made me uneasy. Chris put the car in park and once he turned off the engine he looked to me “you ready to go in?”

“The gifts were in my suitcase, Chris. I have nothing for them—”

“You have your bright smile. That’s enough, we can go shopping in the morning or wait for your suitcase. All that matters is the gifts under the tree by Christmas.”

A sigh releases my lips as I look to the sprawl of inflatables across the front yard that I hadn’t noticed earlier

Some that are so clearly Boston suburbia that it’s odd to me

“Oh. That’s Jim. Moms had that inflatable for decades. It’s older than all the grandkids combined.”

“What is… it supposed to be?”

“It used to be an 8foot tall snowman, one of the first to be released. But it’s face wore off so is kids drew a new one on with sharpie and… yeah that was the result.”

Scott slowly sneaks around the car, and slams his palms into the glass of my car door

I scream as I jerk my head towards him and heave heavy breaths as my screaming stops

Chris laughs loudly and boisterous as I nearly kick the door open. It hitting Scott as I climb out, pushing his shoulder as his laugher only annoys me

“You’re an asshole!”

He and Chris just think my reaction is the funniest thing possible

“Did you hit your head when you jumped that high?”

He tumbles to the ground as he falls in the snow and practically cries with laughter

I huff in annoyance saying “Why would you do that?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Scott struggles to say as he gasps for air as his laughter slows

I look to Scott saying “We have a whole competition going, scaring each other. We do this basically every time everyone’s home.”

Chris smiles as he says “She has an out, it’s her first Christmas with us. She is free of the jump scares.”

“No way! She needs to experience the evans family Christmas in every way.”

Chris gives Scott a look and I walk away saying “I’m freezing. Can we please go inside.”

Scott nods saying “that sounds like a great idea.”

Chris nods as he lifts his suitcase through the snow and pulls his jacket off as he drapes it over my shoulders

I look to him thankfully as I tighten it around me. I slow to a stop as I wait for one of the two brothers to lead the way

Chris steps in front of me as he says “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just cold—” but I’m cut off by Scott running towards us and throwing a snowball into the back of Chris’ head

Scott laughs as I feel the corners of my smile turning upwards quickly as I laugh quietly as Chris huffs out a breath of annoyance

“oh… little brother you so shouldn’t have started this.”

“Chris.” I plead as his hand digs into the snow

“Just let me reach this little punk a lesson.”

And they’re already at it with each other. I stand there as Chris creates a snow ball throwing it towards his brother as Scott ducks out of the shot

My sisters and I were never like this. They were 12-15 years older than me. By the time I was 5-6 years old they were out of the house or in college. I was basically an only child with occasional visits from my sisters

But Bree moved to England for a job and Elise lives across the US. Hawaii, with her husband. Her husband is stationed in the navy there

I wince as both Scott and Chris tumble roughly into the snow but I smile because it’s hilarious

“They do this often.”

My shoulders jump at the voice, I thought I was alone out here

I look to the woman and say “And I’m sure it’s entertaining every time.” My smile shines towards her and she breathes out a laugh saying “Yeah. Most of the time. I’m Shanna. You must be y/n, his girlfriend. Right?”

Nodding I say “yes, that is me. I’m sorry to intrude on your Christmas, he insisted I have a Boston Christmas.”

“You don’t have family around here?”

I pause and say “They’re in the Bahamas for Christmas.”

“And you picked this over that?” She laughs as I shake my head saying “I couldn’t leave him. We try to spend any second we can together. I’m sorry, are you Carly or Shanna? Chris talks about his sisters so much but I can’t place your name.”

She smiles saying “Shanna. His younger sister.”

“Oh okay. Thank you.

She nods saying “How’d the two of you meet?”

“Work. Of course. There’s not really anywhere else I could’ve meet someone.”

“You’re an actor too?”

I nod and say “Yeah.”

“Are you cold? We could go in while they sort this whole thing out?”

I look towards Chris as he has Scott pinned down with knee pressed against his back.

Scott’s face doesn’t leave the patch of snow as Chris tells him to tap out

I look to their sister saying “Is this normal?”

Shanna smiles saying “Yes. When they’re around each other they get like this. They’re brothers that’s for sure haha.”

I bite at my lip saying “I really am freezing. We could go in.. I’m just anxious.”

“Why don’t you head in while I get these idiots into the house?”

She steps away before I can argue the offer

I swallow hard and walk towards the house, I so don’t want to go in alone

Scott is pulled up from the snow and pushes his brother as he looks to me as Chris brushes off the snow on his clothes

“Babe, you can head in. You look like you’re about to freeze.”

I nod to Chris and ask “Just walk in?”

“My ma doesn’t care, she has everyone just walk right in.”

I stare at the door as I push it open and enter the house. Shutting it behind me to keep all the warmth in the house

I’m first hit with voices and I slow to a stop as I attempt not to intrude

But then I quickly realize they’re talking about me

“No, this is really the first time he’s ever brought her up. He told me all about her a day ago and that she was coming for Christmas.”

“Shanna is laying into her for answers and to find out what kind of person she is. God I hope she’s not some arrogant brat.”

My eyes widen suddenly as my arms drop to my sides quickly

“God knows Chris has poor taste in women. Should be interesting to meet her. From what he’s told me she’s a bit high maintenance.”

My eyebrows shoot up at that and I huff in annoyance

“I can only hope she isn’t some privileged obnoxious child. Chris didn’t give me much, only that they didn’t want to be apart. It sounds like they’re pretty serious.”

“How close could they be if he kept her hidden from us? She’s got to be the reason he skipped literally everything for thanksgiving but the dinner. He literally rolled in here at 3 and left by 8.”

The pause in conversation leaves me frozen in the entry way as I feel like I just stepped into something I shouldn’t hear

“You think he’s fallen for a girl who will keep him from us for holidays? That’s often what happens when a son marries someone.”

“You think they’re getting married?! He hardly knows the girl. God bless her but Chris could never commit to something like that. You know the cycle, give it a few more months and they’ll have moved on.”

“He said she can be difficult, especially under pressure. Like I said super high maintenance.”

“Probably means controlling.”

Excuse me?

“If this girl is wrong for him I’ll have a conversation with him. He’s my son, he’ll listen to me. She’ll be just another ex girlfriend if we don’t like her—”

I can feel the lump in my throat growing as I reach for the door handle but it opens and I take a step back as Chris steps in

He looks to me confused as I remain hovering by the door like I wanted to bolt, his arms find their way around my sides saying “you alright?”

My shoulders tighten and wind up as my whole body tightens up, I shrug in response as I slip from his grasp

Scott shouts “Ma! Chris and y/n are here!”

Chris huffs in response to his brother

The group of people file towards us as my hands pull at the zipper sides of Chris’ jacket that’s tightly wrapped around my body

Tightening it around me

“Chris!”

He bounds for his mother, and you could tell how much he loves him mom. That’s a strong hug around her. Clearly he missed her

Maybe she was right, I didn’t think I was keeping him from his family

Suddenly I feel super out of place as their whole family hugs and speaks to each other

Slowly I slip into the background of the family as my back presses to the door, everything growing overwhelming

“My sweet boy. I’m so happy you’re here.”

Controlling.

That word wanders around my head as I feel the weight of it

High maintenance

How could she have all these opinions of me before even meeting me?

Scott pulls away from his older sister saying “y/n, meet my sister Carly… y/n?” He looks behind him not finding me

I’m practically melting through the door as Chris suddenly pulls away from the conversation him and his mother are having

“honey?”

The people in front of me, serving as I wall suddenly break into two groups and the whole Evans family turns towards me

Chris looks to me with a widening smile and walks forward, grabbing my hand and saying “Everyone, this is my girlfriend y/n. I’ll introduce you to each person in a minute. Firstly, this is my ma.”

The woman looks to me and I feel the nauseous feeling grow as I stare at her nervously

She takes a step towards me as Chris’ warm hand leaves my back

She smiles and says “I’m Lisa. It’s so great to meet you.”

My grin slips as she pulls me into a hug and I grow frustrated as she says “Chris just adores you.”

I swear there’s sarcasm coming off her words

“Love, mom. I love her.” Chris confirms as his smile falls from his lips and I’m released. I’m basically introduced around and the minute I’m free from introductions I find Scott

He’s with Carly but I grab his wrist tightly and give him the crazy eyes. He excused himself from his sister as I pull him out front

“I have to get out of here.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

My hands pull down my face as I frown and say “Your mother doesn’t know I heard what she and Carly were saying in the kitchen.”

“What we’re they saying in the kitchen?” He leans forward, practically begging for the information

“Am I controlling?”

“What? Why would you…. Oh.” He pauses as he looks inside the glass panels for a second saying “she doesn’t know you. Don’t take what she said to heart. She probably read a bad article about you.”

I shake my head as I sit down on the front steps and he follows shortly after “They lost my suitcase. I have nothing. I’m feeling insecure enough already. And I know Chris is loving every minute of this but I’m just… overwhelmed and annoyed.”

Scott nods as he rubs my shoulder, and I continue saying “He never told his mom or anyone about me. They don’t know me. Would he have ever told them about me? He basically worships your mom. But I’m not important enough to be a topic?”

“I’m sure he has good reason, bee.”

I huff in response and cover my face saying “This is going to be a long week. You have to promise me you won’t leave my side. If Chris isn’t glued to my side you have to be. Please.”

His eyes widen and he says “That’s a big job.”

I narrow my eyes to him saying “Scott.”

He smiles lightly saying “Fine deal.”

“This is going to be a long week.” We both say in sync

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Oh hi! It’s been awhile, hasn’t it! I wanted to create a Christmas story, this is only going to be a few parts, I think (don’t know yet!)

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━ ❆ THE CHRISTMAS CHRONICLES!

˚ ₊‧꒰ LET IT SNOW! LET IT SNOW! LET IT SNOW! ꒱‧₊ ˚

a compilation of all the christmas-themed fics that i've written. these are wanda maximoff-centric, with some other marvel women as well. works with nsfw content are all dom!reader. enjoy! 🎁

❝CHRISTMAS TREE FARM❞

【 w.m. 】 ― you've worked in a christmas tree farm all your life. this year, santa has granted you your wish: the company of a very hot older woman, who might just need a little help with her christmas tree.

❝EGGNOG AND MULLED WINE❞

【 n.r. 】 ― a prank gone wrong in the spirit of christmas fun has you determinedly making it up to your hurt girlfriend.

to be updated.

˚₊‧꒰ა ❆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

❝ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU (TO FUCK ME)❞

【 w.m. 】 ― it's christmas once again, and the only thing on wanda's wishlist is you.

❝I'M CREAMING OF A WHITE CHRISTMAS❞

【 w.m. 】 ― when they said 'white christmas', you thought it meant being covered in snow, certainly not...... this.

❝LAST CHRISTMAS❞ ❝PART TWO❞

【 w.m. 】 ― getting back with your toxic ex on christmas day is a terrible idea. but maybe, just for tonight, you feel like a terrible idea.

❝'TIS THE SEASON TO BE HORNY❞

【 w.m. 】 ― making gingerbread houses quickly escalates into something much less innocent when your girlfriend's horny.

❝ROCKIN' AROUND THE CHRISTMAS TREE❞

【 w.m. 】 ― in which "rockin'" is a euphemism for sex. and it involves the mean girls christmas outfit and a broken headboard.

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upon-a-starry-night · 5 months

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Christmas Tree Troubles (Nat)

Natasha Romanoff x Gender neutral Reader

Ficmas Masterlist Natasha Masterlist

Wordcount: 1.8k

Summary: You need a bit of help getting your Christmas tree into your apartment so you ask your neighbor for help

A/n: The beginning is the same but differs per character

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You weren’t expecting much when you knocked on your neighbor's door for help with your 8ft Christmas tree. Honestly, you weren’t even sure if they would help. You knew they were home. You’d heard the door across the hall open and shut enough times throughout the week to know they went on a lot of odd grocery runs at 1 am.

But you’d never really spoken much, a few times at community functions and when you’d see each other in the hall but neither of you made an effort to talk to each other. However, that was mainly because you were intimidated by how attractive they were. Still, they had seemed more on the reserved side. Never bringing anyone home or throwing parties at their place. They were a perfect neighbor on paper, but their loneliness often made you sad.

Initially, you had wanted to invite them over at some point during the holidays just to make a new friend and help them be less lonely but it became more of a need than a want when you tried to lug your 8ft tree into your apartment by yourself.

So you knocked on their door across the hall and prayed that they would be willing to help you out. You rocked back and forth on your heels as you waited for a response, just as you were about to give up and turn to ask another neighbor the sound of locks clicking alerted you of their presence.

When the door opened you observed their tired-looking figure, they were dressed in casual gray sweats and a loose T-shirt. They stared at you curiously as you stood there before their eyes drifted behind you to the large tree lying on the floor in front of your apartment door. They raised their eyebrows in surprise.

“Hi!” you waved awkwardly “Listen I know this is random and you’re probably busy so you can say no but I kind of underestimated how hard it would be to get this tree in my apartment and I already had to carry this from my car to here and I scared a bunch of people out of the elevator because this thing took up the whole elevator and-” You stopped rambling when you saw a hint of a smile on their face, you think this is the first time you’ve ever seen them smile.

It’s cute.

“Sorry, what I’m saying is, can you help me?” You anxiously bit your lip as you waited for a response. Her lips quirk up into a smirk as she crosses her arms and leans against the door frame “I’m surprised you didn’t take someone out with that thing”

You huff out a small laugh at the tease, relief slipping out with the action. Shifting on your feet you play with your hands and try not to blush under her intimidating gaze. “Yeah, if I’m honest I think I picked up someone’s dog with it on the way here”

The sound of her soft laugh has a smile pulling at your lips. To be honest you aren’t sure why you’ve never tried to talk to her before, she seems amiable.

The elevator dings somewhere to your right and you look to see one of the neighbors you stole the elevator from. They step out and notice the tree lying on the floor in front of your door, quickly shuffling to their door to unlock it as you give them an embarrassed wave. You’ll have to bring them a tin of Christmas cookies to apologize.

“Let me grab my keys real quick”

You turn back to your neighbor only to see the door in your face, you awkwardly step back and move towards your tree to assess the best way to pick it back up. Just as you're attempting to lift one half you hear the sound of a door and look up to see your aid locking her door. She swiftly joins you by the tree, watching as you struggle to lift the object that was easier to lift 2 hours ago. Your arms were so tired.

“We can probably get it in sideways” Her voice startles you from your half-assed hoisting and you finally stand and stretch your back. Missing the way her eyes follow the movement.

You roll your neck to release some tension and fix your eyes on her small form. You really should’ve used a dolly or something, or ordered a tree online like everyone else, but you wanted a real tree this year and when you saw the tallest one on the farm you really couldn’t resist it.

“Natasha right?” You remember a blonde man knocking on her door a few weeks ago and shouting her name until she opened her door. You weren’t eavesdropping you just so happened to be getting some appliances fixed that day and your door was open most of the day for the repair women.

She looks vaguely surprised that you know her name, tilting her head and folding her arms in an accusatory way that makes you quickly explain your situation. You drop eye contact halfway through your story, her green eyes were really pretty but you felt like you were being interrogated when she stared at you like that “And you’re y/n”

You snap your gaze to hers and see the same smirk from earlier back. You had the feeling she did that a lot, like she wasn’t the kind of person who was wrong often, or she said “I told you so” at least once a day. “How- How do you know that?” Small hands disappear behind her back and

she pulls a small envelope from her pocket, extending it in your direction. You notice the handwriting and address as one of your friends and grab the envelope you know is a Christmas card.

“I got your mail on accident yesterday,” She shrugs “I planned on returning it to you today but you beat me to it”

Blushing you nod your head and put the card in your pocket, “Oh, well thank you” inclining your head towards the tree you speak up “Should we get to it then?”

The dip of her head is your only answer and you crouch down to lift your side of the tree, watching the way she mirrors your action. Together the two of you lift the tree and you're surprised at how effortless she’s carrying her side, although to be fair she does look pretty lean in that T-shirt and you’ve seen her in the shared gym a few times.

Kicking your apartment door open, you lead your side backward and begin walking through the door, careful not to trip on any of the boxes of decorations on the floor. You lead Natasha to a spot you had deemed the perfect place for your tree this year and the two of you maneuver until the tree stands beautifully upright in your living room corner. It’s the perfect spot right by your floor-to-ceiling windows that have a beautiful view of New York in the winter.

Dusting off your hands you turn to Natasha and smile, watching the way she observes your decked-out apartment

“Thank you for your help, is there anything I can get you? A drink or some cookies? I have to warn you though I’ve been told My cookies will ruin all other Christmas cookies for you”

She quirks an eyebrow, eyeing the plate full of ridiculously decorated cookies on the counter “Don’t be fooled by their appearance they are delicious”

Walking over to the plate you pick up the worst rendition of a reindeer ever attempted and wave it at her suggestively, picking up a dwarf snowman for yourself and sticking it in your mouth.

Somehow it seems to have convinced her because she walks over and takes the cookie from you, breaking off a piece of what you think was an antler but could have also been a hoof and plopping it in her mouth.

You watch as she eats it, trying your best not to be creepy but eager to see her reaction. Much to your delight she lets out a noise of pleasure that has you blushing and then quickly takes another bite of the cookie. You can’t stop the smile that overtakes your face as she devours your cookie

“Those are unfairly good. I’m going to need the recipe” She only acknowledged your presence after she finished off the cookie but you don’t really mind her ignoring you for your baking skills.

You bring a finger up to your chin and pretend to contemplate the idea “Mm I don’t know, I can’t just go around giving away my secrets”

Natasha squints her eyes at you but the smile on her face betrays her. The lull in the conversation seems to bring both of you to the realization that Nat has technically fulfilled her helping duty and can now leave. You can’t help the disappointment that washes over you.

You really wanted to get to know her better.

Deciding to take a longshot, you fix Nat with your best hopeful gaze and ask her a question you hope she won’t refuse

“Do you want to help me decorate it?”

Much to your surprise her smile widens and you swear her eyes sparkle with mirth. She shifts her weight to one hip and crosses her arms, copying your earlier actions and pretending to contemplate her answer.

“I suppose I could be persuaded”

Your shoulders slump in relief and you swiftly grab a creepy Santa cookie and thrust it into her hands. Gesturing to the plate of cookies you tell her to help herself to as many as she wants

“As long as you leave a few for me to give the people I traumatized earlier” You joke and maneuver around the kitchen to connect your phone to a speaker. You put on a random Christmas playlist and start the process for two cups of hot chocolate all while Natasha eats another cookie.

While the milk is heating you make your way over to Nat and lean against the counter facing the tree “So I was thinking we start with the neon tinsel” Nat wrinkles her nose in distaste and you laugh at the endearing action.

Two cups of hot chocolate, Christmas karaoke, and a debate about your questionable ornament choices later, and the tree is fully decorated. It’s by far the best you’ve had in a few years and you’re sure it’s all thanks to Nat. Although she was incredibly apprehensive to put some of your favorite homemade decorations on her masterpiece.

The two of you are sitting on your couch enjoying a second round of hot chocolate while Nat eats another cookie when you turn to her with an overjoyed smile on your face. “Have you ever seen Santa Claus Conquers The Martians?”

Nat gives you an affronted look but passes you the remote anyway and you put the movie on and scoot closer to her.

By the end of the night Nat and you were cuddled on the couch as the two of you fell asleep to the dull sound of shitty Christmas movies playing in the background.

This is my first attempt at Ficmas so let me know what you think!~Starry

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FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 62/100

help to make the season bright by @its-tortle

[Shrunkyclunks, 20 542 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

“ Fuck,” he proclaims out loud.

A pigeon on the sidewalk across the street flutters away.

Another voice cuts through the cold. “You okay?”

Bucky looks up to see a silhouette on the fire escape two floors above him. Clearly, he had been swearing louder than he intended to.

The figure is clearly male, and built like a fucking brick house, but the light behind him makes any other features vague and indistinguishable.

“Uh, yeah,” Bucky says dumbly. “I just- I forgot my keys.”

“I’ll let you in.”

The silhouette disappears from view.

Bucky steps forward to retrieve his groceries from the steps of the building, and has just picked up the last can of cat food when the door opens. He looks up to meet the man who saved him from hypothermia.

And what a man it is.

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valiantphantomangel · 4 months

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The best Christmas ever.

"Reindeer Games!! the lights have to be at least six inches away from each other!" Tony shrieked as he nearly ran into Steve who was carrying in another christmas tree with Bucky.

The sixth christmas tree in the freaking living room!

"Calm down man of iron" Loki grumbled as he pulled the lights further apart with the help of Natasha.

"Do you not know how to hang ornaments"?! Iron man freaked as he turned the small ball a few degrees the other way "go you disgust me"! He yelled at Sam before chasing after him with his small note book.

"Yep he's definitely gone insane" Natasha said with a nod as she and Loki climbed down from the ceiling where the lights hang.

"I have to agree with Lady Natasha" Thor mused while he made sure the lights were secured tightly.

"Who even put him in charge?" Rogers asked as he pushed the christmas tree upright.

"you did Cap" Clint said with a laugh from the vents where he was keeping watch so you wouldn't walk in on them decorating yet.

"...Right"

just then Peter literally fell from the ceiling with a shriek leaving Loki to catch him and put him back on his feet "Y/N is in the elevator to this floor"!!

Since it was a surprise that they were decorating the tower to give you the best Christmas ever, Loki quickly cast a spell to make all the decorations go invisible and they all dived into a hiding spot.

Somehow Sam managed to dive almost on top of Bucky who let out a groan and shoved him off "Damm it Samuel"!

Everyone shushed him and stayed hidden just as the elevator doors opened, you walked out with your headphones on listening to music and walked into the kitchen to grab some left over pizza.

"we need to distract her until we are done" Nat whispered to Loki as they sat crouched behind a couch.

"I'll distract her, you guys finish decorating" He whispered back with a grin, being the God of mischief and lies gave him quite the advantage on knowing your ticklish little secret and he was more then happy to finally use it.

Loki stood up and walked up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder and successfully making you jump in fright.

"Jesus Christ Loki! You scared the living daylights out of me" You said with a hand on your heart as you took off your headphones.

"My apologies, i simply wanted to ask if I could retrieve my book from your room?" He said hiding his grin.

"Yeah of course, I'll show you where it is" you said with a nod and walked off with your plate of pizza after kicking the fridge door shut.

Loki trailed behind you as you both stepped into your room, but before you could utter 'abracadabra' he tackled into your bed and pinned you underneath him.

"Loki what the hell" you said confused which quickly turned into a surprised giggle when he traced your ribs.

"Sorry for the scare darling, it's just that I heard some interesting information about you" He said with a mischief smirk as he continued to trace your ribs and tummy.

"And what would that behihihi?" you giggle nervously.

"Sargeant Barnes told me about your little ticklish secret" Loki mused as he ghost tickled your tummy which sent chills all over since you were incredibly sensitive.

Your eyes widen before bursting out in giggles as you trashed around, he dug into your ribs and softly traced your tummy at the same time, driving you into madness.

"NOT THEREHIHIHIHIHI" you screamed in laughter as you arched your back to escape him which only gave him more access to your sides.

"Then I'll just switch places love" Loki grinned as he scratched lightly over your neck before suddenly blowing a raspberry on your tummy.

"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you laughed loudly until your laugh turned silent and he let up, pulling you up to lay your head on his chest.

"Shall we watch some movies for the rest of the afternoon love?" He asked as he played with your hair.

You hummed in agreement as you settled against him, curling up content.

And that's how the afternoon went, every time you tried to get up to grab something from the kitchen Loki latched onto your sides and reduced you into a giggly mess to keep you in your room.

When it got dark Steve and Tony walked in, smiling when they saw you two.

"Come on kid, we have a surprise" Tony said as he pulled you to your feet and guided you out of the room with his hands over your eyes, the other two quickly following to make sure you didn't fall.

After an interesting walk downstairs (Tony almost walked you straight into a wall and got his head smacked for it) you arrived in what you believed was the living room.

Tony took his hands from your eyes and you gasped.

The entire room was full with lights of all colours and in every corner stood a christmas tree, which was decorated to perfection with presents underneath it, you looked up and saw even more fairy lights around the ceiling. It was absolutely stunning.

A smile made its way to your lips as happy tears gathered in your eyes, you felt a pair of arms around you and soon you were engulfed by the team.

"You guys did all this?" You asked as you wiped your tears away.

"Of course we did, we wanted to make this your best ever christmas" Nat smiled as she threw her arm around your shoulders.

"Why?"

"Because we wanted to make you feel at home, loved and happy, we knew how much christmas means to you" Clint said as he appeared next to you.

"Well you guys certainly made that happen" you chuckle as you still looked around in wonder.

"Merry Christmas Y/N" Bucky said with a soft smile.

"Merry Christmas, you guys are the best family I could've asked for" You smiled brightly and you were once again engulfed by the team.

It was safe to say that this was the BEST christmas ever!!

#tickle fic #marvel tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ticklish ribs #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tony stark #natasha romanoff #clint barton #bruce banner #loki god of mischief #thor odinson #sam wilson #christmas fic #merry christmas #peter parker

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Y/N hands Mary a gift…

Y/N: merry Christmas baby

Mary: thank you and this is my gift to you

Mary holds up a wrapped hockey stick…

She flips it around a little bit of mistletoe drops into sight…

Mary: kiss me under the mistletoe?

Y/N: a merry Christmas indeed!

The two share a kiss under the mistletoe…

#dc comics #shazam #shazam fury of the gods #mary marvel #mary bromfield #dc comics fluff #dceu #dc shazam #dc comics incorrect quotes #mary marvel x reader #shazamily #grace fulton #grace caroline currey #christmas romance #christmas fluff #christmas fic #Christmas

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ltbarnes · 1 year

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Anachronism - Part I

Or the placing of persons, events, objects, or customs in times to which they do not belong

Summary: Sprained ankles, snowstorms, blood-thirsty wolves and feral super soldiers. What was supposed to be a peaceful walk in the woods surrounding the cabin you're staying in with your best friend Steve quickly turns devastating, forcing your path to cross with the mysterious and burly man who can't seem to grasp social cues and the concept of privacy. His past is a puzzle that can't seem to be solved and your feelings for the sweet and giant man quickly develop from friendly gratitude to something neither of you can't quite grasp.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Word count: 7.6k

Warnings: Bigfoot!Bucky? Yeti!Bucky? 6'6" Bucky (he's massive. so beefy), manhandling, technically kidnapping but it's all good, hypothermia (almost),

(Specific warnings in each chapter)

A/N: be kind and ignore the ridiculous amount of times i have written "furs" in this chapter. also my very first series! please read and give feedback and your thoughts i will love you forever if you do!!! this is obviously an AU but also includes a lot of things that are canon, but i've tweaked some things to fit my story. it's a mini-series that will be released every Friday which i'm also still writing so any suggestions regarding the story are welcomed and appreciated

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"Are you scared Bigfoot is gonna come kidnap me?" you say, a faux serious expression on your face. "Notice my great hips for childbearing? Smell my excellent pheromones from his mountain top?"

"You're hilarious, aren't you?" Steve answers, rolling his eyes fondly because you are hilarious. Self-proclaimed.

"It's not my fault I'm a fantastic mate. Bigfoot won't be able to resist his feral urges to claim me once he sees my healthy glow and extra layer of fat that will keep me warm through the winter."

The argument has been ongoing the entire morning—should you go out on an exploration walk with the threat of a snowstorm looming while Steve finishes his work or should you instead stay inside and keep him company? Steve is heavily in favor of the latter option, it seems.

You've been here for an entire 24 hours without leaving the cabin a single time. Usually that wouldn't bother you, but when your travel companion keeps insisting on finishing sketches and answering emails and doing everything but hanging out with you, exploring your surroundings seems a lot more exciting.

Yes, you were aware of the fact that working was a part of the deal when borrowing his boss's mountainside cabin. But you didn't know exactly how strict a certain Tony Stark could be when it came to deadlines. Technically Tony is only your boss and not really his, but the version of Stark you meet does not hand out deadlines. You came with because you wanted to spend time with your best friend, not stare at him in front of a computer and sketches of how to improve stuff at the compound-thingy.

"Steve, honestly. I won't even be gone for long," you say, leaning over the back of the couch while watching him draw lines over the large paper with his pencil. "I need to get some fresh air. You know, for my health and all that. Exercise."

"Since when do you care about exercise?" Steve asks you, reaching for a red pen on the other side of the table.

"You know what? I'm going out no matter what you say. I'm adventurous. Independent."

You walk over to the hallway, sliding your arms into your large puffer jacket while Steve watches you with raised eyebrows. He had an inclination that you would be getting your way in the end, but engaged in the benign argument in hopes of convincing you to stay with him. The truth is that you're not an adventurous person with any valuable survival skills, and both of you know that. You get lost in grocery stores—the endless snowy woods will do you no good.

"Okay," he tells you, laying down his pen for the first time in an hour. He didn't stop working for the entire time of your conversation, until now.

"Huh?"

"I can't stop you. But don't go too far, Y/n," Steve pleads, looking at you with those blue doe-eyes that piss you off. "I mean it. As soon as the first snowflake falls you go inside again."

A sigh. A roll of your eyes that he absolutely notices. "Yeah, yeah. We know I'll probably come inside in fifteen minutes anyway."

With your hat, mittens and a thick scarf wrapped around your neck you decide to take the leap and open the doors. The wind whines as you wave Steve goodbye. He tells you to be safe once more and you tell him to mind his own business if he wishes to have dinner served tonight.

Honestly, the man has no faith in you. Yes, you might have no sense of 'street smarts', but what good will those things do you in the mountains? You are perfectly capable of taking a walk. If anything would happen resembling trouble, you absolutely have dormant biological survival instincts waiting to be activated somewhere. Wether those lean more towards freezing than fight or flight is no one's business.

Nature is beautiful and gorgeous and miraculous, you have always thought that, and your beliefs are confirmed on your thirty-minute walk. Several inches long icicles hang from mile-long trees, glistening with shimmering snow and at least two squirrels hunting each other down the tree trunk.

If you're not careful you might convince yourself you are in a Hallmark movie, if judging only by the seven days left before Christmas Eve and the appropriate environment. But you are also painfully cold and longing for the crackling fireplace in the Stark cabin more than you wish to continue explore.

The urge to pout over following Steve's rules is ridiculously strong while heading back during the first snowfall of your trip. You don't know why you've acted like a spoiled brat around him these past few weeks when you really just want to kiss the life out of him. Stupid fucking Steve Rogers. Unnecessarily attractive—he really is. He doesn't need to be this handsome and gorgeous with that perfect personality of his.

You've known him for five years now. It's hilarious and heartbreaking at the same time, that you have spent so much time infatuated with a man without ever speaking your admiration out loud. Steve was just a friend for many years, the steady confidant and chivalrous caretaker. And then the meaning of chivalrous became devastating and the ability to listen without intervening turned horrifying when all those traits summed up into the absolute, certain definition of the man you have a hopeless crush on.

And what's sad is that you're still here. Feelings still unconfessed and unrequited. You can't let him go even though it fucking kills you to see him live his life without being yours.

When you were a teenager you feared you were incapable of love after your first date left you feeling absolutely nothing for the perfectly nice and sweet guy. Now you're so deeply sunken into the man that is Steve Rogers, but you can't confess in fear of destroying the only real friendship you have. Fear is a funny thing, and it manages to ravage your sense of self-worth in any which way it appears.

If you ever gathered the courage to tell him, he would be real nice about it. Assure you that nothing is ruined, and he won't look at you differently. Steve would actually try to appear as unbothered as possible going forward into the friendship if only to make you as comfortable as possible. But you know it would eat him up inside—his best friend is bordering on being in love with him and he can't reciprocate it. Steve's selfless and caring like that.

You can barely feel your fingers anymore despite the thick gloves on your hands. The temperature was a crisp kind of cold when you first started walking, now it's wet and icy and biting. Seeing more than three feet in front of you is getting slightly hard through the punishing snowfall, but you have faith. You walked in a straight line the entire time so you wouldn't lose yourself in the woods.

When you get home again you will make two cups of hot chocolate and curl up on the couch. Watch a movie with Hugh Grant if only to annoy Steve. Despite how you've complained about his time being occupied the past day you really do like it here. Quiet and peaceful and warm despite the freezing temperature outside. You could live here if only work wasn't an obligation and you had money enough to buy a house.

"Fuck," you seethe as you trip over a branch, landing face down in the snow.

The ground is soft and almost powdery and you still manage to twist your ankle during the landing. Of course you do.

"Ow, ow, ow," you whine while trying to stand up again, once more falling down onto the ground with a soft thud.

Your face is covered in snow in mere seconds. The urge to cry is overwhelming as you sputter to rid yourself of the white snowflakes burying you. Skipping breakfast doesn't seem like a great idea anymore now that your blood sugar is low enough for you to cry over things like this. It's stupid—the pain will most likely go away in a few minutes and the cabin can't be that far away.

But right now the snow is too heavy for you to drag yourself through on a bad foot. The temporary solution you find underneath a thick tree whose branches are so compact almost no snow makes it onto the ground underneath it. Cold, but dry. It will do for ten minutes.

Checking your phone connection almost feels stupid. Cell towers are usually not a frequent part of the infrastructure in the midst of mountains and woods. You send a text to Steve anyway, hoping that it'll come through once you get closer to the cabin, risking the well-being of your poor fingers during the short time you're required to take off your mittens.

I'm still alive

Also sprained my ankle

Don't laugh at me when I get back

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Cold. So, so cold. Oh my god.

Too many spots on your body are freezing to the point where you can't move. A panicked breath forces your eyes open just halfway, revealing a white landscape of blur.

There's sounds other than the wind and your ragged breathing, you're sure of it, but you can't distinguish what they belong to. Your eyelids fall closed once again, despite willing them to stay open so you can see what the fuck is going on for more than a second.

You hear growling. Yeah, that's what it is. Animals growling. Animals growling.

The sudden epiphany is what forces your eyes open for real this time, awakening your nearly hypothermic body with a start as you take in the gray, furry hounds on all fours surrounding your resting place.

Wolves bare their teeth at you as you sit frozen in your spot, literally and figuratively, eyes wide with fear and heart beating a lot faster than the minute before. Tears are already making their way down your cheeks, because what are you supposed to do? The underlying survival instincts you thought were laying dormant are seemingly not doing anything for you right now.

You press yourself closer against the tree, watching as two of the wolves stalk closer, assessing their prey like bloodthirsty beasts. Dying of being mauled by wolves were not on your bucket list, if you're honest. Right now you're rapidly going over every prayer to every god, begging for your life. And the only thing you manage to do is have a panic attack in your place, struggling to match your inhales to your exhales. Death by asphyxiation must be better than being torn apart, right?

The largest wolf, tall and built with dried blood in his fur, leans back, readies himself for attack. You close your eyes with a sob, chest heaving so frantically you can't get any air into your lungs.

A roar sounds right in front of you, and you know in your bones that now is your last moment of life before your flesh is pierced by sharp teeth. But when three seconds pass by without a feral animal ripping you to shreds, you open your eyes dizzily.

The wolves are sprinting away, howling and whining, disappearing between the trees and snow until they're out of sight.

A heaving figure stands too many feet away for you to see clearly what chased the predators away. You're disoriented, sight becoming blurry again.

But right before you succumb to the sleep, you see the outline of a large man nearing you. He crouches down, grabs a hold of you, and you can't even protest.

Everything is upside down. You don't have the energy to stay awake anymore.

Steve is going to fucking kill you.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Orange and yellow flickers dance over wooden walls, painting shadows of make-believe figures in an unknown space. It's overbearingly warm—beads of sweat rest underneath your hairline and pools on the back of your neck. A world of difference from the biting cold you lived through what seemed to be just a moment ago.

Several furs cover your body, working alongside the fire undoubtedly burning somewhere in the room to warm your already overheated body. It feels claustrophobic and also deeply concerning because who in the hell has furs lying around in this amount and who brought you here and where are you?

You remember the cold and the snow and the tree and the wolves—there were wolves about to attack you. Actual, real life wolves two feet away. And somebody chased them away.

Turning your head away from the wall you faced takes more effort than you would have wanted to, and you almost wish you didn't when you come face to face with a bearded, blue-eyed man staring at you less than a feet away.

An ear-splitting shriek escapes your lips without your consent, furs flying off of your body while you scramble to get away from the strange man who's breath is literally hitting your face.

But you're pushed down onto the bed before you have the chance to escape, once again covered with the furs you desperately wish to keep off.

"No. You cold," the man growls at you.

His voice is rough, like he hasn't used it in a long while. There's a thick scruff on his face, complementing the dark brown hair almost reaching down to his shoulders.

You get stuck in your movements, left staring at him feeling like you can't tear your eyes away. He's so ruggedly handsome and nearly soft in his gaze, but the way he's clenching his jaw tells you he's rougher on the outside. Strong, judging by the way he pushed you down with only a palm to your shoulder.

"Still. Don't move," he tells you, furrowing his eyebrows into a frown while keeping his hands on you. And then he tucks you in, keeping you locked in place with the furs. "Cold," he whispers to himself, barely loud enough for you to hear.

You gulp, trying to rid yourself of the dryness in your mouth and gather courage enough to speak simultaneously. Assessing wether he's dangerous or not is painstakingly hard—you have probably established to yourself by now that you have no survival skills nor instincts.

"I'm—it's too hot. Warm," you stutter, keeping your gaze on him to gauge his reaction. It seems you've adopted his simple language, lacking complete sentences and any form of addition besides the most crucial information. You suppose it's more efficient to communicate that way.

"Warm soon," he speaks once again, getting closer with each word. It seems like he's nearly sniffing you, inhaling your scent which must consist of mostly sweat right now. A low grumble sounds from his chest, a pleased hum on his lips. What the hell is going on?

You tense underneath his figure hovering over you, blinking while searching for a way to make him understand. Despite his tough exterior he seems soft in some way—kind. He wants to keep you warm because you must have been freezing when he found you. No matter how much waking up in a strange man's home is alarming and deeply frightening, you feel safe. That's disturbing.

A second effort to push away the bear fur proves to be more successful, even though the man actually growls at you. He really doesn't want you to escape the makeshift nest he's created.

"No, I'm already warm. See?" you tilt your neck, showing the bare skin glistening with your sweat. "Not cold. Hot."

His gaze zeroes in on the exposed skin, brows furrowed in confusion. In a decision not very thought through when you reach for his hand, bringing it up to your forehead so he can feel how you're practically burning up.

And he obliges, except that the hand pressing against your face is not warm human skin. Metal, hard and flexible, runs up the entirety of his arm. You can't help from flinching, scurrying away from his touch into the corner of the bed you're laying on.

But fuck, it hurts when you push away on your feet. A blinding pain strikes up from your ankle into your leg, drawing a distressed cry from your lips that has the man tense and rigid in a second. He straightens from his crouching position, moving back from your writhing figure.

"I did not—did not want to hurt," he says, looking just about as upset as you are in pain.

The genuine concern in his blue eyes throws you off guard. His face is all chiseled and gruff and a little dirty, but his eyes are softer than the fur draped over your body. He's beautiful. And big. Now from a distance you can see his large build clearly, the muscles bulging out from his worn henley. You know he'll tower over you when he stands up and the knowledge doesn't scare you anymore than it exhilarates you.

"No, no," you whimper, kicking away the fur completely before holding onto your foot, squeezing your eyes shut while trying to breathe through the pain. "It wasn't you."

Stretching your leg out, you bring your swollen ankle forward for him to see. Purple bruises run around the small of your leg, even one on your knee. You didn't really notice until now how little clothes you are wearing—neither your thermal trousers or the leggings are on your lower body anymore. All that's left is the long-sleeved henley you stole from Steve and your underwear. You guess you and the giant are matching now.

A shriek escapes as he suddenly drags you forward to the edge of the bed, both arms underneath your body until he has you where he wants you. You cling onto his shoulders for a few seconds, trying to rid yourself of the momentary shock. He moved you like it was nothing—as easily as if you were a pillow.

"Wolves, uh—wolves did this?" he asks you without lifting his focus from your leg, cradling it a little too harshly for your comfort. He lifts your foot, inspecting. It's like he doesn't really know his own strength.

You shake your head, finding it hard to search for words with his hands on your bare skin. The metal arm still really hasn't made its way out of things you've gotten over. You're not scared of it, you weren't before either, but more shocked. How does it even work? It feels kind of miraculous in a way.

"I tripped over a branch," you tell him. But he looks confused, like some part of the sentence contains words he doesn't understand. "Uh, I fell, over a—a tree on the ground?"

You try show with your hands as you are speaking until he nods. He repeats "tripped" under his breath, lips parting softly as the word sounds from his mouth.

"I need to go the bathroom," you say suddenly. "Can you show me where it is?"

It's not like you expect him to have a full-blown ensuite in this little cabin. You can see quite clearly that it's a simple place, but hopefully he has at least a mirror and running water hiding somewhere. You feel icky from all the sweat.

As carefully as you can, you bring your legs to dangle off of the bed while scooting forward. The man rises while you begin to push yourself up, expecting him to take your arm or something to help you walk.

Upside down again. Instead of aiding you in your walk he threw you over his shoulder within a second, picked you up just like that. Who is this man?

"Wha—hello?" you shout. "What are you doing?"

His answer comes in a grunt, but that's more so because of opening the door at the same time. All you can see is his back, but you feel the temperature drop significantly as he brings you outside into the snow. Judging by the rapid pace of snowflakes landing on your bare legs you assume the snowstorm is still brewing.

After a few seconds of shuffling through the snow, his fingers dig into your waist as he lifts you down. The landing is wobbly and you have to bite down on your lip to stop from crying out. Despite your efforts a broken whimper manages to slip out, making you sound like a kicked puppy.

"Good?" he asks you, holding onto you even after you have let go of him.

You nod, cringing over the icy cold snow against the sole of your feet. "Be a little more careful next time, maybe, if you're gonna keep...lifting me."

Your teeth are already chattering, arms crossed over your chest while waiting for him to step away. But he just stands there, two feet away while staring at you. He's been staring at you the entire time since you woke up but now is really not a moment requiring an audience.

"Could you look away?" you ask, gazing up at him impatiently. You're wearing a shirt in a snowstorm in which you nearly can't see the man standing right next to you while barely managing to stand upright.

"Away...why?"

A little taken aback by the confusion, you answer with his lack of understanding in mind. He's strange—knows what a bathroom is but doesn't understand the privacy part of it, the metal arm, standing so closely all the time, the inhaling your scent and communicating in incomplete sentences.

"Privacy," you tell him. He only furrows his brows just like he did inside when you talked about tripping over a branch. "I want to be alone for a few minutes. Not you here."

"But, uh, wolves. Bears and—cold," he says, taking a hold of your freezing hand. "Protect." He points at himself.

He wants to protect you.

Your lips part just slightly while trying to find something to say. He's known you for less than an hour.

"So small. Tiny." He pats you on the head, and it would be patronizing but you know he doesn't mean it that way. He looks genuinely bewildered by the difference in size between you, as if he hasn't seen anyone without his impressive build before. Most people are quite a lot smaller than him. "Small can't fight bear."

"Oh," is all you manage to get out. "That's very nice of you, but I—you can turn around? Please? I feel uncomfortable having you stare at me."

"Uncomfortable?"

"Like not feeling good. Not happy, nervous. It's not a good feeling," you explain, trying to ransack the dictionary of your mind for synonyms.

"I will be close," he tells you after a few seconds of contemplative silence.

It looks like it pains him to step aside, despite not walking very far away from you at all. He's so different from anyone you've met before, more innocent but also animalistic in some way. Primal. You kind of like it.

The snow is used as water for cleaning while your teeth chatter against each other, limbs shaking to keep yourself warm. Your feet hurt from touching the snow, and the entirety of you is getting increasingly wet as the icy flakes melt on your body.

Only a minute passes before he seems to have had enough of waiting, turning around to see that you're done.

"This time, could you not—"

Before you can finish your request of not being thrown over his shoulder again, he puts his large hands on your waist and lifts you into the air. You're less surprised this time, maybe, but definitely not used to being picked up like that. A harrumphed breath is all that can be said as you once again, with your ass in the air and his as your view, are brought inside.

An hour later you have concluded that your phone must be left underneath the tree you fell asleep against, your ankle is definitely sprained and the man has not spent much time in civilization. But he still knows certain things that makes you believe he's somewhat civilized, like he spent time with other people a very long time ago.

He's wearing clothes at least, even though they are worn out and torn in some places. He knows how to make a fire and there's a few plates on a shelf and a wooden spoon. It's relatively tidy in here, but that's mainly because he doesn't have many things.

Most of all, he's been taking care of you. He knew enough about hypothermia to rid you of your wet clothes. Now he's wrapped you up in all those furs again and planted you in front of the fire place after you were shaking like a leaf when you came inside. He hasn't let you take a step by yourself on that bad foot of yours.

And even though all of these things are so sweet and slightly peculiar, you can only think about Steve. You don't know how long you have been gone for, but those fifteen minutes you said you would be back after have since long passed by.

God, he must be freaking out. He told you to stay inside and you stubbornly went against his wishes. Look where you are now—stranded in a cabin with a malfunctioning foot and a strange man who's nice but also extremely mysterious and hasn't been a part of civilization for many, many years.

"I have a friend who's probably looking for me," you say after an hour of relative silence. He's been gutting fish for some reason, taking out bones and bad parts with a pocket knife. It's now roasting over the fire. You don't really know how he got a hold of fresh fish in the middle of December.

He looks over at you from where he's sitting a few feet away, arms draped over his knees.

"Who is friend?"

"His name is Steve," you tell him. "He's my best friend. We are borrowing someone's house a few miles away from here."

A low murmur of 'Steve' is heard from him, and it almost makes you laugh. The way he says his name—like it nearly offends him—is so humorous you're bound to tell your blond friend about it when you get back.

"He is tall, almost like you. And very strong. I think you would like each other."

That implication was apparently not welcome. His face scrunches up, jaw clenching down while shaking his head to himself.

"No. Do not like Steve," he tells you. "No Steve."

"No?" you chuckle. "Why? You haven't met him yet."

"No. Steve." He glares at you, showcasing those blue eyes of his once more with a stare so intense it has you squirming. "No man."

Your chuckle dies down under his stare, leaving your cheeks to heat while he's observing you. He certainly does have a staring problem, but you don't really want to do anything about it even though it unnerves you. In a good way, mostly.

"Okay," you say softly, letting a small smile grow on your lips to dissipate the sudden tension. "What's your name? I don't think I've asked that."

He thinks for a few seconds. The smile drops as quickly as it appeared when you see his confusion, because who has to think to remember their own name?

"They call me Asset," he speaks up nearly a minute after you posed the question.

Your lips part in quiet shock as you stare at him with your brows furrowed into a concerned frown. Whoever he's speaking about viewed him as an asset. Not a person, a human being, but merely something to serve them. It makes you nauseous. He doesn't look very bothered about it, and that makes you even more sad. Sure, you've made it this far without calling him anything but you want to know his name. You want to know him.

"Asset? I can't call you that," you whisper, shaking your head. "Well, then we'll have to come up with something."

"Your name?" He points at you.

"My name is Y/n."

He lights up slightly when he hears it, looking up at you again. You feel heat traveling to your face, glancing away for a second because eye contact for that long is still hard for you.

"Y/n?" he asks, nodding at you.

His curiosity makes you giggle like a schoolgirl while nodding. Even more so as he repeats your name several times under his breath, as if he barely notices himself what he's doing.

"Asset?" he says again while pointing at himself.

"No," you answer, gripping the furs tighter around your body. Funny how two minutes outside could instill a cold so deep you're still feeling it over an hour later.

"No?"

"No. It's dehumanizing and disrespectful. You are a person, not an object."

"Don't understand..."

You gulp, blinking while glancing into the fire burning a few feet away. He still stares at you.

"You know what? I'll just call you Winter for now. My imagination is lacking and I feel like that encapsulates your energy," you say, maybe more for yourself than him. You know he doesn't understand much.

He nods, seemingly accepting his new name pretty quickly. "Winter...like Y/n?"

"Yeah. Your name." You point at his chest. "Do you like it?"

"Yes. You, uh—you gave it. Like it," he tells you.

Content with the conversation, the two of you fall into a silence while he watches over the grilling fish in front of you. Winter. Somehow it suits him—cold and to the point, warm and soft when he wants to. Yeah, that's a good nickname.

It's your turn to stare at him now. Observing as he takes the fishes off the spear, moving them onto one of the wooden plates he has stacked on the shelf above you.

He crouches down until he's sitting opposite to you, legs bent but still taking up so much space. The plate is pushed in your direction as you unravel your arms from the blanket-cocoon.

Carefully and with slight hesitance, you begin to reach your hand out towards your plate, but it's pushed away with a grunt from Winter's mouth. Instead, he pulls a large piece of the grilled fish and lifts his finger towards you.

"Eat."

You stare at it for a second, blinking before lifting your gaze to his face.

"Oh," you breathe out while he pushes it closer until the fish touches your lips.

You let him feed you, for some reason. But it feels natural when he's the one doing it. Though you have to slow him down sometimes, stopping him from choking you with the rapid pace and quantity of food he seems to want to feed you with.

After finishing one and a half fish, you feel overtly content with your meal. You would have stopped eating after the first one but he keeps insisting on you eating more.

"Winter," you tell him, gently pushing away his hand. His eyes flicker upwards to you when his new nickname falls from your lips.

He nearly pouts at you. "More," he says, holding up his fingers. You shake your head.

"I'm full. No more food."

"But—ugh," he snarls, breathing out a frustrated puff of air. "Don't know how to say."

"It's okay."

You lay a careful hand on his arm, nodding for him to continue. He gulps, letting a few seconds pass by as he thinks hard and thoroughly. You don't want him to feel dumb just because he doesn't speak your language well.

"Want you to feel good. Not sick."

"Healthy?" you ask with a smile as soon as you get the sentiment.

"Yes, healthy. Much food for healthy."

Winter touches your stomach, pressing his fingers into your skin while you chuckle. He's sweeter than you ever would have expected him to be and it hurts to know that you have to leave him soon.

You could very well visit him during the rest of the week you're here, but after that you will be far away. Keeping contact with someone who's barely been socializing with humans for what must be years upon years could be very hard. He doesn't have a phone and probably doesn't take trips that often.

"Not happy?" Winter redirects the subject when he sees your fallen expression, gazing out of the window.

Your short-lived trance is broken by his voice. "No, sorry. I just got distracted for a second," you tell him. "I have to go back soon. To Steve."

All he does is grunt, leaving you to raise your eyebrows in amusement.

"No," he mumbles after a few seconds of shaking his head. "Snow is too much. Much—very dangerous."

You immediately look out of the window again, which is nearly covered in white snowflakes to the point where you can't see much. But you can hear the strong whines of the wind outside, and despite wanting to assure Steve that you're fine you know Winter is right. On this foot you can't go anywhere far, and it's not like you're gonna force him to carry you the entire way.

"Okay," you say softly. "I'll stay until the storm is over."

"Yes? Y/n stay with Winter?"

"Yeah. I'll stay."

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

The crackling sound of the fire has been slowly lulling you towards sleep for the past half an hour. You constantly fight to keep your eyelids open but you know you're going to lose the battle soon if the furs keep enveloping you in a big hug while trying to shield yourself from the cold.

You went out for another bathroom break a while ago. It's dark now, but the soft light from inside of the cabin lit up the grounds outside enough to see a bunny and her babies jumping through the snow.

You just about had a meltdown and Winter thought you had hurt yourself because you were crying. Having to explain to him that no, you were not sad, but just extremely overwhelmed by how cute and pretty the bunnies looked and the dramatics of the whole day was equally difficult and amusing. He seemed quite confused by that explanation, even more so than your reaction.

"Don't understand," he had told you while picking you up again to throw you over his shoulder. Standard practice by now. "Happy crying? So strange."

Now you're leaning against the couch with your legs stretched in front of you. You've been watching Winter carve a handle to the knife blade he just sharpened twenty minutes ago. Somehow you feel he has no real need for a knife when he's built like he is, when he could chase away a whole pack of wolves with merely his presence.

He's so concentrated. Nearly passionate in the way he sculpts that piece of wood, eyes never straying from his craft except for when he looks at you when he thinks you're not looking. With each minute he's nudging himself a little bit closer, thinking you won't notice.

It's cute, really. But you're too tired to read into it and the way your eyelids grow heavier with each passing second tells you that you might not be awake much longer. You don't want to sleep yet—if what you have left with Winter is only this night and tomorrow morning, you want to spend it on something else than laying passed out on his floor.

You want to know more about his story and why he's living in the middle of the woods and why he doesn't have a name and why in the goddamn hell he's so sweet and attentive and god, you might like him a little too much for only knowing him a day.

It's weird, right? You're not supposed to want to stay here with him while having the man you've been in love with for half a decade waiting for you at a cabin you borrowed from his boss, probably (hopefully) worried sick for you. Steve most likely thinks you're dead for god's sake and you're out here thinking about if some Bigfoot man would be able to bench press you. He has to, right? It seems like he could.

And spending time asking yourself rhetorical questions while you should be trying to keep your eyes open is apparently the downfall of your self-control. A poke at your side forces your eyes open with a flutter, gaze flickering down to Winter's finger pressing into your cheek.

"Sleep? Y/n, uh, lay down?" he asks you, nodding towards the bed.

You shake your hand with a yawn, wrapping the furs tighter around your shivering figure.

"No," you say softly. "I can—I'll sleep here. You can take the bed."

He doesn't have a chance to answer before you're slowly lowering yourself down to the floor, snuggling into your blankets with a tired hum and closed eyes. In all honesty, you might freeze to death if you're more than three feet away from the fireplace.

"Y/n," Winter says, nearly chastises. "Y/n."

You don't answer. Too tired to form words and actually speak them. You know he's going to offer you the bed again, but he's been so good to you this past day. He deserves some comfort.

"Small—little bunny," he says, nearly mumbles, hand brushing over your arm and your eyes shoot wide open like a comic book character.

"What?" you breathe out while rolling over until you're facing him.

"Name for you. Like Winter but for Y/n," he says, cheeks flushing red and you can't help but let out a girlish giggle.

"Nickname?" you ask him, smiling much too big for your dignity to still be intact.

"Yes. Not listen to Y/n so use other name."

"You think I look like a bunny?"

The tiredness you felt half a minute ago has suddenly dissipated into thin air while you prop your chin up on your hand, gazing up at him with amusement.

"No," he tells you. "Like words you say—"

Winter stops a few seconds to think, furrowing his brows in frustration. He gets really irritated at himself when he can't find the right words, you've found these past hours. You don't mind at all, but he gets frustrated so quickly when he can't communicate his feelings. It's equally adorable and sad.

"Like cute and uh...pretty. Like bunnies."

You don't say anything—you can't. Laying there dumbfounded and a few degrees warmer than the second before, struggling to hold the intense stare Winter has decided on.

But he keeps on looking at you with those stone-cold and intense yet innocent blue eyes of his, wanting to say something but refraining from doing so. The staring problem is really starting to become an actual problem for you when you can't reciprocate it anymore. Instead you curl into yourself, snuggling into the blankets while avoiding his gaze.

It's getting to the point where you can't decipher wether it's due to his lack of social cues or genuine interest in you. Just one day in his presence and you feel like you can truly exist. He doesn't really judge in the way other people do. It feels nice spending time with someone who doesn't have to know things about you to know you. But it's been less than twelve hours for god's sake.

After what must have been a few minutes but felt like half an hour you drowse into a half-sleep once more. You know Winter is sitting right beside you, hopefully planning to relocate to the bed soon. If he's going to sleep there on the floor your sacrifice would have been redundant but somehow you feel he's stubborn enough to do that.

You've been descending towards sweet unconsciousness for a good while when you hear him rise from his seated position. And you should've known it was coming, even after knowing him for such a short time, when his arms snake around your figure.

For once, Winter hauls you up into a bridal carry, though still lacking that sense of gentleness most people would use on a sleeping person. But you're not sleeping, and maybe he knows that too.

The bed sinks underneath your weight as he lays you down, pillow cold against your head and shivers instantly breaking out when the sheets meet your body. And you suddenly hate the idea of laying alone in this bed absolutely on your way towards freezing to death.

"Winter," you mumble, eyes barely open.

You feel him stop in his movements, hands still on your body from when he laid you down just a few seconds ago.

"Will you lay down with me? I'm cold," you nearly pout. It's childish and bordering on mirroring an opening to some bad 70's porno, but still sincere. The hellish warmth you felt when you woke up before has escaped your mind entirely.

"Sleep?" he asks.

"Yes. Only if you want to. It's okay if you don't," you tell him, breathing out deeply while fighting your tiredness for just a little longer.

You scoot over, lifting the furs draped over your figure to make space for him if he decides to lie down next to you.

And he does.

It's ungracious and a little awkward when what must be at least a 6'6" man climbs into a bed that fits half of him when it's empty. His warmth instantly streams over towards you the moment he lays down, drawing an embarrassingly loud hum of pleasantry from your lips.

A groan descending from the very depths of his stomach sounds from him only a few seconds later. It nearly makes you laugh, but mostly pleases you that he finds this comforting too.

It scares you a little that you might be seeking this closeness to make up for what isn't there between you and Steve. That this natural ease you find in Winter's company is a figment of your imagination. Maybe you're still sitting underneath that tree, on your last few seconds of life with your dying mind creating stupid fantasies?

But it sure feels real when your cornered position against the wall turns into Winter using that goddamn strength of his to maneuver you to lay on top of him. You barely react to his touch until you realize just what position the two of you are laying in.

A soft 'oh' escapes your lips as your cheek meets his chest, large hands wrapped around your back while he snuggles into the crook of your neck.

"Smell so good," he mumbles as he takes in your scent, nose pressing against your skin. "Little—hm, bunny smell good."

Your eyes open wide where you're laying, and he can't see that luckily, but he must be hearing the increased pace of your heartbeats against him. This man is going to be the death of you.

"Hm?" you hum in answer, a strained one and slightly shocked and one that comes out when you don't know what the hell to say.

Winter does that thing he did when you went outside the first time—he pats your head gently, like he's petting a cat or a small child. It's humorous to think that he might've learnt it from those scenarios a long time ago.

You prop your chin up on his chest so you can see his face. It's an awkward angle but somehow you feel he doesn't think about things like that.

He's staring down at you, palm still resting on the back of your head as it slides down to rest at the back of your neck. His eyes are so fucking blue that you are mad about it—who gave him the right? What kind of crazy ass genes did his parents have for him to be so tall and strong and beautiful?

"No tired now?" he whispers, as if it's a secret he's telling you.

You shake your head, which turns out to be a little difficult in this position, while blinking slowly. "I'm still very tired. But I just—I wanted to look at you for a second." You move your hands until they're underneath your chin, palms splayed out against his chest. "Your eyes are very blue. Almost cerulean."

Winter scrunches his nose. Adorable, of course. Ugh.

"What is that word?" he asks you, furrowing his brows and drawing a smile from your lips. "Your words—so hard. Use words I don't know all the time."

"I'm sorry," you answer through a soft chuckle. "Cerulean is a certain shade of blue. Like the sky when there's no clouds."

"Oh," he answers, brows still furrowed in thought.

You wonder if he's seen his own eyes in recent years. Somehow you feel like he doesn't spend a lot of time in front of mirrors. You can't really say the same for yourself—your insecurities make you so paranoid that looking yourself in the mirror has become an addiction. Ever since you woke up in this cabin you haven't thought about how you looked a single time.

"So cold." Winter takes a hold of your hand, lifting it up while running his thumb over your fingers. "Like snow almost."

"Yeah," you sigh. "Hopefully that'll change soon."

"Yes. I, uh—I will warm. Make your hands not so cold anymore."

All you can do is give him a closed-mouth smile while already feeling yourself grow several degrees hotter. Honestly, if he keeps talking he could warm you up from the other side of the room with his words.

"I'm gonna sleep now, Winter," you tell him quietly, holding off a yawn but also feeling that you can't keep your dignity intact much longer. "Thank you for keeping me warm."

"See tomorrow?" he asks you, still holding onto your fingers.

"Yeah," you answer through a chuckle. "See you tomorrow. Goodnight, Winter."

Part II

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im-a-marvel-ous-hoe · 5 months

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Under The Mistletoe | Bucky Barnes (6th Day of 🎄)

(Credit to the owner of this pic!)

We are officially half way done! I’m havin’ a blast writing these and I hope y’all are enjoying reading ‘em! 🤭

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics!

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“Hey, doll! Sorry I’m a little late!” I heard the front door open and the ruffle of bags as Bucky walked straight in. “The apple cider was on sale so I just had to get another bottle and the traffic back was… wow.”

Bucky stood by the door in awe as he took in the view in front of him. His two favorite girls were putting up the Christmas ornaments on the tree while soft music played in the background. Lights were already hung up and the smell of baked goods made him want to float gently in the air and be guided towards their sweet goodness like an animated character his daughter likes to make him watch with her.

Alpine was the first to greet him as our daughter Grace was quick to walk over to him. “Daddy! You’re back! Look what we did!” He bent down to place the grocery bags on the floor and pet our fur baby before lifting Grace up in his arms. “I can see that, sweetheart.” She wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her up and brought her up to his chest.

“It looks amazing!” He placed a kiss on her cheek as she let out a laugh. “Hey, doll.” He smiled as we walked closer to me with our daughter in our arms. “Hey, you.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss as Grace turned her body towards his chest and whined. “Eeewww!” I chuckled against his lips and pulled away.

“Aww, is my little munchkin feelin’ left out?” He turned towards her and placed kisses all over her face. She squirmed in his arms and let out a squeal of laughter, telling her daddy that boys have cooties. “Except daddy! You’re not allowed to date or kiss anyone ‘till you’re 50.” He laughed and placed her back down on the floor as she walked over to the box of ornaments.

He turned his attention back towards me and did a quick look around the room. “You put all these decorations up real quick. Who named you Santa’s number one helper?” He joked as I smiled up at him. “I am a black belt in decorating.”

“Hmm.” He chuckled and took off his jacket, placing it somewhere in our living room, walked behind me so my back was to his front and gave me a hug. “Ya putin’ up the last touches on the tree?” I nodded and tilted my head so it was against his chin. “What do ya think?”

“It’s perfect.” I turned to look up at him and saw him already staring at me. “You’re so cheesy.”

“Shut up, you know you love it.” I chuckled and pulled out of his embrace and looked down at my phone for the time. “I’ll be right back, I gotta go get the cookies out of the oven. Can you please close up the box and help look for the star?”

He nodded and waved me off. “I got it, doll. You go take care of those cookies.” I smiled and walked into our kitchen, immediately grabbing the oven mitts. My mouth watered at the smell of the baked goods and couldn’t wait to take a bite. I slipped the gloves on, bent down and opened the oven.

The heat wave hit me before the intensity of the smell did. I reached in and grabbed the cookie tray, taking it out and closing the oven door behind me with my hip. I placed the tray on top of the stove and turned off the oven. I stood and took a good look at the sweets in front of me and sighed in content.

I reached for a spatula I left on the counter top and grabbed a plate big enough to place cookies on to help cool down. I began scooping them up and carefully placing them down on the plate. I softly hummed along to the Christmas music playing in the living room until I finished.

While I let the cookies cool down, I decided to make some hot chocolate. I grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured four cups into an empty pot to warm up. Once that got started, I walked over to the pantry and searched for the tablets of chocolate de abuelita. I lifted the small box up to my nose and took a whiff, the smell automatically transporting me to when I was a kid and my abuela would make this during the cold seasons.

I opened the wrapper and grabbed the tablet inside and dropped it into the small pot. I whisked until it completely dissolved and became frothy. Since we didn’t have any cinnamon sticks in the house to cook along with the seasonal drink, I reached for the next best thing – cinnamon powder, and added some into the mixture.

When the hot chocolate was done, I walked over to the cabinets and grabbed three mugs. Using a ladle, I poured the drink into the cups and set them down on the table. I grabbed the baked goods and set them in the middle, ready to eat.

“Cookies are done!” I yelled out and was soon greeted with the sound of feet running and giggling. Grace was the first one in and Bucky followed right after, his hands behind his back as he strolled in. “Mmmm!” Grace licked her lips and pulled out a chair to sit down on. I grabbed two cookies and placed them down in front of her along with her hot chocolate.

Bucky reached down for his drink and grabbed it, bringing it up to his lips and softly blew on it before taking a sip. “Mmmm indeed, sweetheart.” He smiled as she took a bite out of her cookie.

I leaned in to grab a cookie, unaware of Bucky’s arm that stood up straight between the two of us. His head tilted up as he called me. “Doll?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?” I leaned back and saw him looking up. I followed his gaze and noticed he was holding a mistletoe above our heads. A smile instantly etched its way onto my face as I glanced back at him and saw a cheeky shit eating grin on his.

“And where exactly did you find this?”

“In one of the boxes while looking for the star. I was waiting for you to come back so I could use it on you, but after 10 minutes, I figured you were busy and would just wait until you called for me.. and you did.”

His smile never left his face as he told me of his discovery. “C’mon, doll.. it’s tradition.”

I chuckled and leaned up, planting a kiss on his lips as his free hand reached for my waist to bring me closer to him. I placed my hand on his chest and smiled against him, loving the cheesy romantic thing couples do during the holidays.

“Mama! No! You’ll get cooties!” I heard our daughter exclaim and I pulled away laughing and shaking my head. “Hey, daddy doesn’t have cooties! Isn’t that right, mama?” Bucky looked down at me and smiled.

“Tell Grace that her daddy is safe! Only other boys have cooties, not me.”

“No, mama! Don’t listen to him! All boys have them!”

“Not me!”

“Yuh – huh!”

“Y/N!”

“Mama!”

I stood there in amusement and simply reached down for my hot chocolate and took a sip. “I don’t know who to believe.” They both tried stating their cases while I watched in bewilderment.

“Grace, baby, I’m just showing mama how much I love her!” She covered her mouth and shook her head, laughing. “I kissed you on the cheek earlier and you didn’t say ‘eww’! Why is it ‘eww’ now?”

“‘Cause you kissed mama on the mouth! You told me all boys have cooties!”

“That’s right! But — ”

“You’re a boy!”

I almost spit out my drink laughing, watching as our daughter stumped her father. His eyes widened, clearly not expecting for that comment to backfire towards him.

“Wha.. no, wait a minute! I didn’t mean it like that!”

“So getting kisses from boys is okay now?” I asked, joining in on the teasing. He looked back at me and raised his eyebrows, pointing a finger my way.

“You’re not helping me out here!”

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natashaslesbian · 4 months

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Just Like Mama

From the ‘Tiny Dancer’ series

Summary:

Word Count: 829

Parings: (Mama!Natasha x Kid!Reader) (Avengers x Kid!Reader)

Warnings: none just Xmas fluff!!!

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“Mama mama!” The bang of the door against the dresser snapped Natasha back to reality, as if the screaming toddler wasn’t enough. “Mama mama it’s Christmas!” You yelled as you used all your strength to pull yourself up onto mommy’s bed. She had enough time in her first thing consciousness to have a sneaky plan, so she pretended to be asleep. “Mama come on!” You exclaimed as you came to meet her ‘sleeping’ form when suddenly she bottled awake and used her reflexes to attack your tummy with with tickled “ahhhh gotcha!” Natasha croaked out “ah ha mama!” You shouted through your giggles. When her hands grew tired, Natasha swallowed you up into her embrace “merry Christmas tiny dancer” she said “merry Christmas mommy” you looked up into her glowing green eyes “can we open presents now!” You joyfully said and Natasha faked a large yawn “oh I don’t know y/n mommy is so tired I might need an hour to wake up” she said “an hour!” You moaned, dramatically throwing yourself over her lap “I’m only kidding baby!” Mama said as she scooped you back up and pushed the covers from her body “let’s go open some presents!”

“Wow!” You exclaimed “mommy look!” You helped the box up high so Natasha could see “what is it darling?” She asked “a pocket knife!” You dropped the box and ran to Tony “oh uh I think that one was meant for mommy baby” Nat said as she scooped up the weapon and shot daggers at iron man himself. “No mama, the tag said it was for me! Thank you uncle Tony” you cuddled into his lap “uh- hm, sorry y/n that one was for mommy” Tony lied, fearing the rage in Natasha’s frame “I actually have a way better gift for you” he said “oh, you do” you said with slight disappointment “yes. I’m gonna- take you to the mall, next- next week” he quickly came up with “yay” you said. Natasha turned her back for two seconds and uncle Tony whispered into your ear “I’ll teach you how to use my pocket knife alright kiddo” you solidified the deal with a fist bump.

Next you opened auntie Yelena’s present, tied perfectly with a pink bow and sparkly wrapping paper. Your auntie had spent weeks looking for the perfect gift for you, but when she saw this she knew it was the one. “A new tutu!” You cheered. You had begged mama for a rainbow tutu but she told you that you weren’t allowed to actually wear it to dance, you compromised asking if you could just wear it in the house, but Natasha wasn’t having any of it. That’s what aunties are for. “Do you like it tiny dancer?” The blonde asked, her Russian accent sounding thicker than usual “yes yes yes!” You screamed “I love it so much! Thank you auntie Lena!”

“All right, next one is from me” Clint said. You stumbled over to him and settled next to his frame on the couch. “Woah cool” you squealed “my own bow and arrow!” Nat immediately took notice “it better be a play one!” She said “of course! I’m not trying to endanger her life unlike others” Clint said as nudged Tony “thank you so much uncle Clint. Can I open it now?” You asked “not just yet y/n” Mama answered “you’ve still got one last present baby” you looked around the room and next to the tree, but there was nothing more to be seen “where mommy?” Natasha came over and like magic pulled a final gift from behind her back.

Settled on her lap, you began to tear the wrapping of Natasha’s last present, the sight of your mommy’s signature hourglass took you surprise, you looked up to Natasha with hope “keep going y/n” she encouraged. When you finally tore the wrapping away you were amazed, you had been asking for this all year. Natasha was worried when you fell silent, fearing you had changed your mind. “What do you think tiny dancer?” Wanda said from across the room. You brought your gaze back up to Natasha’s “really mama?” You whispered “yeah baby girl, it’s what you wanted right?” She said “I get my very own black widow suit?” You asked “I get to be just like mommy?” You said “you get to be just like mommy baby” Natasha said.

“Introducing!” Sam called through his cupped hands “the mini black widow!” The team erupted into applause as you came running into the room with auntie Wanda and dropped into your mamas signature pose. “Look at you baby spider!” Nat said as you ran into her awaiting arms “you look amazing mini widow!” She gave you a big squeeze “thank you mama! This is the best Christmas present ever!” You squealed as you returned her embrace, wrapping your frame around her shoulders “you’re welcome y/n” Mommy said

“I love you mama”

“I love you too tiny dancer”

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A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! This request was the cutest thing ever and I decided to add it to the tiny dancer series! I hope everyone is having a good holiday🩷

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #nat x reader #avengers #natasha x little!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #clint barton #tony stark #yelena belova #christmas #sam wilson

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softestqueeen · 4 months

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under the mistletoe

pairing: bruce banner x afab!reader

summary: After a kiss under the mistletoe, you can’t deny the tension between you and your infamous crush Bruce Banner.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, p in v sex, riding, kissing, breeding, no protection (please in real life wrap it gurl, I’m begging you), mutual pining, fluff, tension

wordcount: 2714 words

a/n: Merry belated Christmas! I wanted to write this earlier but didn’t have enough time. Still, enjoy <3

You were standing in one of the doorways at stark tower, slightly secluded from the rest of the party, talking to you good friend and lab partner Bruce Banner. What you didn’t tell anyone though, was that he wasn’t just a friend to you, but so much more.

To say you had a crush on the shy doctor was putting it lightly.

He was leaning against the doorway, and you were standing just inches from him, the loud christmas music making it harder to understand him. You were holding a martini, while the man in front of you only held a can of coke, scared of losing control under the influence.

You were just about to ask him a question when a certain billionaire appeared next to you.

“I see your having a good time! Oh, and see who is standing under the mistletoe...”, Tony Stark almost sang the word mistletoe with a big smile on his face.

You tilted your head back and looked up, noticing that there was in fact a mistletoe hanging above your heads. Well, that was embarrassing.

You averted your eyes from the leaves hanging above you and turned your attention back to Bruce, who looked just as shocked and unsure as you.

Tonys smile grew even more before he added, “Have fun, you two lovebirds.” And with these words he let the two of you be, only glancing behind him at the two of you to see if you’re kissing or not.

“We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to.”, you told Bruce with honesty, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. And you were scared that if you kissed him once, you wouldn’t get him out of your head.

“Oh, no it’s alright with me. Only if you want to of course.”, he rushed out the last part.

You were already standing pretty close to each other, so after a short eye contact, you both leaned forward and kissed.

Surprisingly, Bruce had very soft lips and kissed you firmly, with a certain purpose. Even though (to your disappointment) the kiss was short lived, you could tell he was a good kisser. When the two of you pulled away, you just looked into each others’ eyes for a moment.

But of course, the moment couldn’t be perfect, because you could hear Tony whistling even over the noise of the party.

You rolled your eyes and to your surprise, even Bruce had to chuckle a bit.

You continued to talk a bit, but shortly after Natasha interrupted the two of you and whisked you away. She took you to the kitchen, where the music was not as loud, and you could have a normal conversation.

Though you knew that this conversation as not going to be normal.

Natasha looked like a little kid on christmas when she asked you “Did you just kiss Bruce?” The redhead – who was also your best friend – of course knew about your feelings for the doctor and was desperate to hear all the details.

“Yes, I did.”, you answered giddily before adding “It didn’t mean anything though, we were standing under the mistletoe. We didn’t actually notice before Tony pointed it out.”

“Tony, the matchmaker. How was the kiss?”, she asked you cheekily. You already knew that question was going to come up. You couldn’t help the blush that was about to cover your cheeks.

“It felt great, he definitely knew what he was doing. I still don’t think he feels the same.”, you told her.

Nat just looked at you like you were completely stupid. For her it was clear that that man was head over heels in love with you.

Shortly after Nat pulled you away, Tony joined Bruce with an almost boyish smile on his face.

“You kissed her!”, he told Bruce in a singsongy voice while wiggling his eyebrows.

Bruce just rolled his eyes at the billionaire. “Yes, I did. But only because you practically forced her to kiss me. I don’t feel like she really wanted it. Afterwards she didn’t seem as involved in the conversation anymore. Do you think I overstepped?”

Now it was Tonys turn to roll his eyes. “You know why she was detached from the conversation?”, Bruce only shook his head “Because she is in love with you, dumbass. And she has been for quite some time, so get it together and ask her out or something. The only people who don’t know about your feelings for each other are you two for some reason.”

“Are you really sure?”, Bruce asked one more time. Tony didn’t answer him, just looked at him with a pointed look and walked away.

The two of you had not spoken since the mistletoe incident, but there was definitely a hell of a tension between the two of you. Because even though you didn’t talk to each other, the two of you made eye contact multiple times.

Every time your eyes searched for his, he was already looking at you. At first, he always averted his gaze as fast as he could. But suddenly you could feel a shift. He now held your gaze for a few moments before looked away, making you slightly nervous. What was that shift supposed to mean?

The evening continued with stolen glances and conversations you couldn’t follow, while Nat and Tony sent each other knowing glances.

They’ve been trying to set you and Bruce up for months now, but to no avail. The two of you – even though you had an impressive number of PhDs together – just didn’t realise the other one reciprocated the feelings. Was tonight the night where you finally realised it?

The crowd was slowly starting to thin out, a lot of the guests going home or retreating to their rooms. Most of the Avengers were still hanging around talking, and a few famous actresses and singers were also still there.

You decided to call it a night and bid Nat good night. You went out into the hallway to your room, but when you were about to put your key into the look you heard a familiar voice calling for you.

You pushed the key into the lock before you turned around to see non other than Bruce coming your way with hurried steps. When he was within earshot he asked, “Can we please talk? I need to tell you something.” Your heart skipped a beat. What did he want to say to you? Was it because of the kiss? Even though you were a bit scared of what he would confess, you asked him in.

“Yea, of course. Come in.” Bruce gave you a curt nod and waited patiently for you to open the door and wave him in. You told him to make himself comfortable and he sat down in a chair.

“Is it alright if I get changed before we talk? My heels are killing me”, you asked sheepishly.

“Of course, go on.”, he answered immediately.

You went to your wardrobe and pulled out an oversized sweater and a pair of plait boxer shorts, before disappearing into the bathroom.

While you were in the bathroom Bruces thoughts were running wild. How was he supposed to tell you that he loved you? That that kiss was not just a kiss for him? That he wanted to do more than give you a quick peck. How was he supposed to confess this?

On the other side of the door, you were not doing any better. What did he want to discuss and why was he so nervous? You thought you could talk about everything. You wanted him to know that. Even though your mind was still racing, you tried to calm yourself down and go back into the living space of your small apartment.

Bruce was silent when you entered and you sat down on the couch next to the armchair he was occupying. You looked at him with a shy smile and told him, “Now we can talk. What’s on your mind?”

Bruce was playing with his hands while he was thinking. You noticed it and scooted closer to the arm of the couch. You reached forward, took his hands in yours and shot him a (hopefully) comforting smile.

“You know, you can talk to me about everything. Sometimes it’s good to just let it all out and not overthink it too much.”, you assured him, hoping it would help him to talk about whatever was on his mind.

He seemed hesitant but then suddenly started talking. “I love you. I have- I have loved you almost since the first time I ever saw you. When you came into my lab looking so criminally good and you were so sweet to me. And I’ve had feelings for you ever since and they only have intensified since then. I’ve never had the courage to tell you and honestly, I’m not too sure about myself right now, either. But after you kissed me, it was like something switched inside of me. I knew I had to have you, no matter what. That kiss was better than anything I ever imagined. And you looked so good in your dress, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or force you, you know. And the other guy, you know, also started to like you and – you’ve probably noticed this at our last missions – he gets so calm around you and then I also feel so safe and-“, all of that came out of him like a wave, crashing down over you. You couldn’t believe it, Bruce Banner actually had feelings for you.

“Sorry, I’m rambling. But essentially, I just wanted you to know that I love you and that I could never love someone the way I love you. I just needed you to know that.” He finished his little speech and was about to stand up, but you still held onto his hands, holding him in place. Of course, you were shocked but not unpleasantly so. You felt the same way.

You leaned forward over the armrest and kissed him, hoping you could put all of the words you couldn’t voice into this kiss, so he would understand that you felt just the same.

Bruce didn’t waste any time and immediately kissed you back, letting go of your hands to cup your face and pull you closer to him. You pulled away and got up, leaving Bruce with a puzzled expression.

He quickly relaxed again when you straddled his lap, took his face into your hands and kissed him again. His calloused hands went to your waist and squeezed it, before he let them wander over your body. His hands on your body felt amazing and when you felt his rough hands against your soft skin as he wandered underneath your sweatshirt, you let out a moan, giving Bruce the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He kissed you so well, it made you even more excited for what was to come next.

Now having you in his arms felt like a fever dream to Bruce. He would have never thought it possible for you to feel the same as he did.

Both of you had to pull away for a quick breather.

“Do you want to go further, Bruce?”, you asked him, even though you had a pretty good idea of what he would answer.

“Please.”, was the only answer you received before he pulled you in again and joined your lips with his. You could feel his growing erection between you and rocked down on him, making the man beneath you groan.

“Do you want to go to bed?”, you asked him and put your forehead against his, giving him some time to think. But apparently, he didn’t need any.

“No, I can’t wait any longer.”, he answered without skipping a beat. You got up to pull down your shorts and, in the meantime, he opened up his belt and pulled his trousers down to his mid thigh, just wide enough to release his cock.

When you caught sight of him, you couldn’t do anything but stare. He was long and thick, with a slight curve, already leaking from the bright red tip. He was definitely going to be the biggest one you ever had. You didn’t waste anymore time and straddled him again.

You gave his lips a quick peck before you pulled away again to sink down on his cock. You were so wet just from this make out session, still you were sure that this would not be too comfortable.

You took his cock into your hand and gave him a few pumps, coating his cock with his precum. Bruce threw back his head and let out a deep grown.

You stopped stroking him and guided his tip to your entrance. When Bruces cock made contact with your wetness, his head shot back, and he looked at your hand that was guiding him inside of you.

He let out another moan when you started to sink down on him. You pulled away to put steady yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders. The stretch was uncomfortable, but you could already feel the pleasure taking over. With every inch you thought he couldn’t go any deeper and ever time you sank further down on him.

Finally, your ass touched his thighs, and you were completely seated on him. He filled you like you didn’t know was possible. You were both moaning and groaning and by the time he was filling you completely you feel a slight sweat coating your skin. You removed your hands from Bruce’s shoulders for a moment to pull your sweatshirt over your head, leaving you completely naked. Bruce was still fully clothed, only his jacket sat discarded on the floor.

While you were still getting used to the stretch, you started to unbutton Bruce’s shirt and took it off. Your hands roamed his torso and he let out a soft moan as your hands made contact with his chest.

You leaned forward and kissed him again and started to slowly move up and down on him. You put your hands back on his shoulders and Bruce pulled you closer by the waist, so your fronts where touching. The new sensation added to the pleasure, and you started to increase your speed. You were going up and down his thick shaft, his fat tip hitting your g-spot perfectly. You moaned and groaned in each others’ mouths and were clingy to each other, slowly rocking to your orgasms.

You could feel that you were coming closer and by the way Bruces cock was twitching inside you, he wasn’t far either.

“Please, Bruce, cum inside of me. I need to feel you.”, he didn’t answer you, he only nodded and started to fuck into you, meeting your thrusts. You stilled and he took over, drilling his cock into you from beneath you and chasing his release.

“Cum for me and I’ll fill you up. Need to feel you squeezing me with that tight little pussy.” His words tipped you over the edge and you came with a shout, burying your head in his neck, trying to get your breathing under control.

Feeling you spasm around him, made Bruce see stars. He filled you with thick roped of his cum, painting your walls white. He halted inside of you and pulled you onto lap again, holding you down while he filled you up.

He circled his hands around your waist, while you slung yours around his shoulders. For a moment you were just holding each other, bathing in the bliss of finally being together.

After a while Bruce picked you up and laid you on the bed. He went to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth to clean you up. He undressed and joined you under the covers, immediately taking you in his arms and holding you again. He was laying on his back and you had your head on his chest, your arms slang over his torso. Never before had you felt this content.

“Oh, and by the way, Bruce. I love you too. Merry Christmas.”, were your last words, before you finally drifted off into a deep slumber.

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joyful-enchantress · 1 year

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I'm Dreaming of a Green Christmas | Loki x Fem!Reader

banner created by the amazing @springdandelixn

A/N: Hello! This is my FIRST EVER fic and I’m so excited to share it! I wrote it as part of the Winter Warmers collection that @lokisgoodgirl so graciously opened for contributions. I hope you enjoy!

Update: I wrote a companion piece to this! See how their story continues in Evergreen.

Genre: Friends to lovers, fluff, humor, suggestive thoughts, slight angst (if you squint)

Word Count: 2k

Loki Laufeyson.

The man of your dreams. Or, should you say, the god of your dreams.

Ever since he had reluctantly joined the Avengers last year, you couldn’t get him out of your head. The jet-black hair that fell in cascades, providing a brilliant contrast to the alabaster skin of his face, stretched tautly over sharp cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. You’d idly wondered if you could indeed cut yourself on his cheekbones – and what his jaw might taste like – and you were slightly embarrassed at just how badly you wanted to find out.

Then there were his eyes – were they emerald green? Or perhaps ocean blue? You could never quite decide. Their gorgeous color seemed to ebb and shift just as much as the crystalline tides. Regardless of their color, they always appeared to be sparkling with mischief; glinting with the thoughts of his next scheme. And Loki usually wore some kind of impish smile to complement his twinkling eyes; you swore the way his lips twisted into those cunning smirks could bring you to your knees – not that you’d be complaining about being in that position…not for him, anyway.

Sigh. Your thoughts hadn’t even wandered below his neck yet, and you were already in need of a cold shower. Was he even aware of the hold he had on you?

Sometimes, you suspected that he knew. You were fast friends after he joined the team and moved into the tower, and not long after, you began to consider him your best friend. The two of you spent countless hours together – almost every free moment you both had to spare. Your time spent with him came with inevitable physical contact - innocent brushes of fingertips as you’d both reach for the last snack, warm hugs, and intimate contact while sparring. Sometimes, even, the occasional wrestling-match-turned-tickle-fight. Each touch, no matter the context, lit your skin on fire, burning with your desire for more. The conversations you had with him were often laced with innuendo; he’d make a suggestive remark and his lips would curl into a devilish grin as he watched the blush blossom over your neck and cheeks.

But – you told yourself – it didn’t mean anything; that’s just who he was: a relentless flirt. He’d often brag of his sexual exploits back on Asgard (which would also cause you to blush and choke on your drinks), and it was clear that Loki Laufeyson had quite the queue of women at his bedroom door, hoping for the chance to spend a night of passion with him. Perhaps there was some mild attraction, but there was no way he would ever have genuine interest in someone like you. How could he, when he was so damned perfect? And you were, well… you.

Last Christmas was his first “Midgardian Christmas” as he liked to call it. You had fond memories of showing him the traditional customs – decorating, wrapping gifts, watching Christmas movies, drinking hot chocolate, and you even got him to join in on some Christmas caroling. Your favorite memory from last year, though, was when he showed you his apartment at the Avengers tower. You had been inside before, of course, but he was so excited to show you how he decorated it himself, using what he learned after you had dragged him along with you to help decorate every other nook and cranny of the compound…

“Do you like it, darling? Did I live up to your rigorous standards?”

“Loki…” you gasped, “This is breathtaking!”

He beamed. “Well, I did have a masterful teacher.”

There was that damned smirk again.

“You’ve given it your own… flavor, too, I see.”

“There was no other option, Y/N. Midgardian Christmas decor consists of entirely too much red for my taste,” he remarked with a cringe. “It really is quite tacky. I’ve taken a more… elegant approach.”

“But what about holly berries? Candy canes? Poinsettias? Red ribbon, even?”

“What was that song you taught me last week? White Christmas? Well in here, darling, we have a Green Christmas, take it or leave it.”

Pulling yourself back to the present moment, you chuckled at the memory. Of course he couldn’t stand to see so much of his brother’s colors in his own quarters. Loki’s room was immaculately adorned with festive decorations, and not a speck of red could be found. The green fir tree in the corner was spectacularly embellished with glittering bulbs of the brightest emerald, silver, and gold. White lights and silver tinsel added to the sparkle, and nestled at the precipice was a beautifully ornate silver spinning wheel, a symbol of his mother, Frigga. The windows in his room were frosted, even though it hadn’t snowed that day, and when you approached them to investigate, you noticed they were not cold to the touch. Loki had frosted them himself, using his power as a Jotun, and then used his seidr to seal them so the frost would not melt, nor would the unwelcome chill seep into the cozy room. Hanging in each of the frosted windows was a green wreath, each one complete with a golden bow and a flickering candle. His usual black furniture and rich, emerald green soft furnishings throughout the room brought the entire look together. It was warm and inviting, but also strong and dark – just like him.

Here you were, daydreaming of that Green Christmas last year, and the nights you would have liked to spend in his room… in his bed.

It just wouldn’t do any more. Being best friends wasn’t enough; you needed more. Christmas was all about letting people know how much you love them, right? You resolved that you would tell Loki your true feelings for him on Christmas Eve.

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Christmas Eve arrived in the blink of an eye, and you’d never been more nervous in your life. You had rehearsed over and over again the words that you would say to him, but you feared it wouldn’t be enough. Or maybe it would be too much? Would it scare him away? Would you lose his friendship, that was so dear to you?

Stop it. You could do this.

You picked up the emerald green box adorned with a golden bow, which contained your gift for him. You had gotten him a simple and elegant tie clip, made of platinum, with a single emerald inlaid on the end. It had made you think of him right away when you saw it in the jewelry store, your mind immediately wandering to the thought of him in his all-black suit and tie combo, with that tie clip displayed proudly against his chest.

With the gift box in hand, you began your pilgrimage to his private quarters, where you had plans to do your gift exchange. As you approached the door, the flutters in your stomach increased their tempo from allegro to prestissimo; the blood pounding in your ears rose to a deafening crescendo. You audibly exhaled, trying desperately to catch your breath, and your hand trembled as it made its descent to give a shaky knock on the door. Your body was a perfect symphony of nervousness.

Loki promptly answered with his signature bright smile and twinkling eyes.

“Come in, come in, darling!” He beamed as he wrapped you in a warm embrace and placed an innocent kiss to your cheek that set your insides ablaze, “I’ve just finished up a fresh batch of hot chocolate for us to share.”

“Thank you, Loki, that sounds wonderful.” You placed his gift under the tree, next to a slightly larger one that you presumed was for you.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?”

Dammit. You had tried your best to cover your nerves, but he knew. He always knew with you.

“Yes, Loki, I promise everything is fine,” you assured him with the best smile you could muster, “but I do actually have something to talk to you about, if you wouldn’t mind sitting down.”

“Of course, darling, what is it?”

He made his way over to the sofa next to you, his brows knitting together and his oceanic orbs swirling with concern.

Here goes nothing…

“Loki, you mean so much to me; you’ve been my best friend at the compound practically since the moment you arrived. You’re my favorite person to spend time with, no matter what it is we are doing together. In fact, even when I’m not with you, I find my thoughts drifting to you, frequently during the most inopportune times. You’re often the last thing I’m thinking about when I drift off to sleep at night, and the first thing I’m thinking about when I wake up in the morning. I can’t keep pretending any more, Loki. I’ve fallen in love with you; irrevocably, maddeningly in love.”

You were avoiding eye contact, your fingers twiddling nervously with the hem of your skirt. The silence was deafening. Was he going to say something?

Just as you gathered the nerve to look up at him, you noticed that he had risen from the sofa and was walking towards the tree, with his back to you. Now you’d gone and done it; he was completely uncomfortable, avoiding you, even. You stood up from your seat on the couch, and began walking towards the door, rambling along the way.

“I - I’m so sorry, Loki. I’m sure that was uncomfortable, and maybe crossed a line and I just hope we can still be friends, but I understand that you need some space and I’ll — “

You gasped as a strong hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, preventing you from leaving and interrupting your nervous rambling.

“Y/N, just wait a minute. You didn’t open your gift yet.” His eyes gazed at you softly as he handed you the green box you had spotted earlier under the tree.

Your small hands shook as you pulled at the ribbon and lifted the lid, revealing the most beautiful gold necklace, with a single charm hanging from the chain – a dazzling emerald, surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds.

“Loki…” you whispered, “It’s so… it’s stunning, but it is too much!”

“Read the note, darling.”

You retrieved the small piece of paper that was placed strategically underneath the beautiful necklace, and unfolded it. You were greeted with Loki’s familiar handwriting.

Merry Christmas, Y/N. I’m so incredibly grateful that you’re in my life, and it is my highest hope that you will allow me to court you, and I offer you this necklace in my colors, as a symbol of our courtship, should you accept it. I love you, darling. xx Loki

Your eyes widened as you stared from the note back up to him.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then?” he asked coyly, with an arrogant smirk.

You nodded furiously; it was as if you momentarily had forgotten how to speak.

With a flick of his wrist and a twirl of his elegant finger, you were wrapped in a tendril of green light and pulled across the floor, and right into his arms, closing the gap that was between you. Before you could express your surprise at his gesture, his hands found their way to either side of your head, his thumbs brushing gently against your rosy cheeks, and he tilted your head so that his lips could meet yours. The kiss was soft at first, your lips exploring each other gently for the first time. Soon, though, the desire you both were harboring became evident, and the kiss grew heated, his tongue prodding your lips, begging for entry, which you easily granted. When he finally released you, you were both panting heavily, trying to catch your breath.

“I hope that was okay?” he questioned, slight concern gracing his breathtaking features.

“Trust me, it was more than okay,” you quipped, tugging on the collar of his sweater, “Now where were we?”

Your lips joined in another passionate kiss, and your heart leapt with unbridled joy. He wanted you to wear his colors. He was yours.

Your wish for a Green Christmas came true.

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