Wally was wondering the hall in the gym, past the boys locker room when he heard something. As he moved forward more, he could hear a womans moans coming from the girls locker room. Was there a student still in the school.? Was she alone.? He moved toward the cracked open door and was about to pull it open when the voice moaned a name.
His name.
This was a fellow ghost, moaning out his name in the empty locker room. He could feel the arousal sprout up in his groin, needing to know who was fantasizing about him. He peaked through the door and had to stifle a groan when he saw her.
Y/n was laying completely bare on one of the benches, her legs propped open on either side and her hand working her glistening pussy. She was a cheerleader who died falling from the top of the pyramid. That was two years ago and while, yes, she and wally were friends, he never pushed it past that.
But seeing her laid out like this, desperately chasing her end to the thought of him had different feelings spuring up in his chest. He felt an unbelievable urge to satisfy her every need, to have her in every possible way til she craved him.
"Oh god, wally.." she whimpered, her back arching as she slid her fingers inside. But wally could tell she was far from her end, her fingers weren't enough for her. So he slowly, quietly made his way into the locker room and removed his jacket and shirt.
"Need some help, baby.?" He asked, making her hurriedly pull her hand away from herself and sit up. Her face turned bright red as she covered her chest with her arms, his eyes locked on hers.
"Wally- what.. what are you doing here.?" She asked, her legs still spread on either side of the bench. He walked closer to her, siding up the bench and pulling her legs over his knees. Her breath caught as he leaned into her, his eyes dark with lust.
"Answer my question first pretty girl." He whispered, his hands sliding up her thighs.
"What.. question..?" She asked, breathless. His body was so close, his smell was intoxicating, and she couldn't think very straight. He slid his massive hands around to her inner thighs, his thumbs brushing against her wet folds.
"Does my sweet girl need help.?" He asked, his voice low and possessive. He traced her whimpering cunt with his thumbs moving up and down in opposite directions. She moaned out, her hands moving from her chest to his and her head rolling back slightly. His thumbs kept grazing her clit and slid along her folds, spreading her open slightly. "I need an answer baby," he whispered, his lips grazing across her neck.
"Fuck, yes. Please, wally.." she moaned out and moved her hands down his chest.
"Please what baby.?" He asked, moving his hands around to her ass. "Tell me what you want.?" He whispered against her skin.
"I need you, please wally," she whimpered out. He laid her back down on the bench, leaning down to her wet cunt. She gasped and bucked her hips slightly, his hands on her hips.
"My pretty girl, how long have you been touching yourself and going unsatisfied.?" He asked, kissing her clit soft. She moaned, arching her back.
"Since I got here.." she whispered, her breath short and airy. Wally sat up, shocked.
"For 2 years.??" He asked. "My poor baby," he said before dropping back down and kissing her cunt. He began kissing, licking and sucking on her delicious pussy. She was a moaning mess as he devoured her like his last meal. She was cumming against his lips in seconds, shaking and quivering under him.
"God, wally!" She moaned out, her back arching. He chuckled and pulled back a bit to pull his pants and boxers down enough to free himself. His heavy length fell against her cunt, his hips bucking as his length spread her open.
"We're not done yet baby," he said, positioning himself at her entrance before sliding into her. He groaned as she stretched to accommodate his size, before sliding in and out of her. Her legs hooked over his hips as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her head hanging off the edge of the bench.
"F-fuck wa-wally.." she gasped out, rocking against him as he held her hips. He was rutting into her, her back arching off the bench as he hit into her cervix. "Gonna.. oh, god," she gasped out, cumming around him. He pulled her into his lap, rolling his hips up into her. Her plump breasts squished against his chest as he pistoned his hips into her.
"God, baby, you're taking- fuck- taking me so good." He said, her hips bouncing against his. She was a moaning mess, holding onto him for dear life. Her pussy squeezed him tighter as he rutted into her wildly, his own end coming. She threw her head back as she came, his hips jerking with each spurt of cum. Her head rolled forward onto his chest, her breath heavy. Her pussy was gripping him still, his cock still hard inside.
"Mm, wallyy," she wined, rocking forward against him. Poor girl was still needy for him and he wasn't gonna disappoint his girl. He grunted out, slamming up into her before pulling out.
"Stay with me baby, I got two years to make up for." He said, hoisting her up and flipping her to bend over the bench. He slid back into her, his balls hitting her clit as he rocked into her. His hands slid up her body and pulling her up right. One hand wrapped around her throat and his other arm held hers behind her back. Her back hit his chest as he rolled his hips into hers rhythmically, the head of his cock hitting her sweet spot. The locker room was filled with the slick sound of their bodies meeting, her moans caught in her throat as he pistoned into her. He could feel her getting close, moving his hands to wrap around her waist. Her nails dug into his thighs as he slammed into her, sending her blissfully over the edge. Her knees were shaking as he slid out and turned her towards him, picking her up and sliding her back down on him.
"Oh god wally." She gasped out, her back pressed into the lockers as he thrust into her. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he slipped in and out of her, hitting every inch of her perfectly. "Fuck, too.. too much.. cant.. cant take.. god.." she gasped out. He was bucking his hips into her wildly, teetering on the edge as she tightened around him.
"You can baby, gonna take what I give you like the pretty girl you are," he grunted, his fingers leaving bruises on her thighs. A silent scream left her throat as she came around him, sending him over the edge. His hips stuttered with each pump of cum into her. She slumped forward into his chest, her breathing heavy as he slid out of her.
Y/n laid on wallys chest, both naked on the cool tiles of the locker room shower floor. He was tracing his fingers along her skin, a proud smirk on his face as her smaller frame molded against his larger one.
"2 years, huh.?" He asked, amused. She had admitted that shed had a crush on him since she got here.
"Well.. actually.. since I saw your picture in the memorial case.." she admitted, glad he couldn't see how red her face was. "In freshman year," she added.
"So, hold on.." he said, doing the math in his head. "6 years?" He asked, looking down at her. "Why didnt you ever tell me.?"
"Because at first you were a ghost.?" She said, looking up at him.
"Ok, fair. But then after.?" He asked, his gaze soft.
"I never thought I'd have a chance with you," she said, looking away from his eyes. "I Never thought I'd be enough for you." She said. He shifted under her, sitting up on his elbow and making her look up at him.
"Baby, look at me." He told her, her eyes meeting his. "You are perfect and I'd be lucky to spend eternity with you," he said, his thumb stroking her cheek. She blushed and pulled away.
"How can I be sure.? How can you.?" She asked, looking back at him. He sat up too and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her agaisnt him.
"You think you were the only one who had a crush on the other.?" He whispered against her skin. "You think I haven't watched you cheer since year one.?" He asked, kissing down her neck and to the crook in her shoulder. "Think I haven't watched you prance around in your little uniform, wishing I could tear that skirt off.?" He whispered, sliding his arms around her.
"Why didn't you say anything.?' She whispered, mimicking his question from earlier.
"Because there was no way such a beautiful girl would give me a chance," he whispered before she turned toward him, her legs propped open over his spread thighs. He pulled her into a kiss, his body encasing hers as he slid his hands down her body.
"Wally," she whispered, her chest against his. He groaned against her lips, having to pull away reluctantly.
"As much as I'd love to go a another few hours with you, you deserve a break and a bed, baby" he told her. She agreed but only because a bed sounded nice. He helped her up and they got dressed, him draping his varsity jacket over her shoulders. He slid his arm around her and pulled her into his side.
Damon stood with Stefen in the mayors house, while they waited for Elena. The Founders day Ball was already crowded with people in dresses and suits, Damon happily sipping on a glass of champagne as he stood to annoy Stefen more. Elena arrived and Stefen greated her with a kiss and his arms around her waist. Damon glanced around the room, his eyes landed on a face he'd scene a few days ago. The black dress fit her perfectly as she walked around like she owned the floor. She was stopped by Caroline on the other side of the room.
"Oh my God, Y/n.?" Elena said watching as her and Caroline make their way to the group. "Did you move back.?" Elena asked her.
"Yea, a few days ago." Y/n said with a shrug, her eyes meeting Damon's.
"Good to see you again, princess" he said, winking at her.
"And you knew.??" Elena asked Caroline.
"You're not in charge, Elena. Not everyone has to answer to you," Y/n said, stepping away from the group. "I'm going to get a drink, it was lovey to see you again mr Salvatore." she said, looking at Damon before waltzing over to the drink table.
"Why do you have to start fighting when she just got home.?" Caroline asked Elena. "Shes going through a hard time," she added with her arms crossed.
"In case you forgot, we've had alot of trouble with newcomers in Mystic Falls." Elena said.
"She was born here, this is her home and she deserves to feel welcomed. Not like an outsider," Caroline said, shaking her head. "Just promise you won't fight anymore.? Her mom just died, ok.? I've gotta find Tyler," she said before walking off.
"You know her?" Stefen asked Elena, his eyes on Y/n's she reintegrated herself with the crowd.
"Yea, Y/n Winchester. She grew up here, used to babysit me and Caroline" Elena asked him.
"We need to keep an eye on her, she could be more trouble than Damon," Stefen said, looking at Elena.
"Speaking of, where is Damon.?" She asked, noticing the absence of the brother. "And how does he know her.?"
"I dont know, but it cant be good." Stefen said, pointing at his brother across the room.
Damon walked up behind Y/n, her sweet smell reminding him of their bathroom encounter. He found himself wanting more of her, her skin on his as he made her gasp for air. She turned to him, her eyes meeting his and giving him more of a view of her in that dress. On her chest was the black ink of a tattoo, proudly displayed.
"I'm guessing you didn't tell your brother about me," she said, glancing over at where Stefen and Elena were still watching them. Damon didnt care to look away.
"I didnt think you'd want me to," he said, looking at her. The music slowed and people started moving onto the floor. "May I have a dance," he said. She bit her lip, looking at him and his throat went dry. What was it about him that drew her in.? Why did he find himself desperately craving her taste again.?
"I have the honor of dancing with the great Damon Salvatore.?" she asked sarcastically, placing a hand on her chest. He smirked at her, stepping closer and sliding his hand into hers.
"The honor is all mine," he said, his hand moving to hers to his lips.
"I-i don't dance," she said, pulling her hand back. He quirked an eyebrow at her in disbelief.
"You're telling me the most beautiful girl here doesn't dance.?" He asked. She rolled her eyes but smirked anyways.
"Oh, that's a good one. How many girls have you used that on?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Just you," he said, quriking an eyebrow at her. She bit her lip, a smirk finding its way to his lips. "Just one dance," he said.
"Just one dance" she repeated, smiling at him. Her hand slid into his as he lead her to the floor, the other couples almost parting the way for them. His eyes met hers as he pressed a soft kiss on the back of her knuckles, her face flushing at the gesture. He pulled her body close to his, an arm around her back and their hands together as he lead her in a slow dance. Time seemed to stop as they glided together, his eyes on hers as if he were in a dream. He must have done something for her feet to be moving this smooth, she had never danced before and certainly not like this. So why did it come so naturally in his arms, his sparking blue eyes locked with hers. When the end of the song came, the spell was broken and she pulled away from his gaze.
"One more dance," he said, his arm around the small of her back. She looked at him and bit her lip, not wanting to deny him but knowing she couldn't let herself be hypnotized again. Besides, her feet were throbbing.
"I would love to, but my feet are dying in these heels," she said before she showed him the black strappy stilettos she wore, that still made her shorter than him.
"Let me drive you home, then" he said.
"I brought my own car," She said.
"Thats not what I asked," he said, smirking at her. She rolled her eyes at him, but decided to agree anyway.
"Fine. Let me grab my coat," she said.
"You stay, I'll get your coat," he said before walking off. She shook her head before someone called her name.
"Y/n," she turned around to see a face she didnt want to see again.
"Mason." She said. He embraced her, leaning into her ear.
"Welcome home, hunter," he whispered. She shoved him off, causing everyone around them to look.
"Stay the hell away from me," she hissed.
"Come on, don't be like that. You dumped me, remember.?"
"For good reason too." She spat, before turning to go find Damon. But he was already there with her coat and he looked pissed, his eyes locked on Mason.
"Sorry, I had trouble finding your coat at first," he said, looking down at Y/n. She gently took it from his hand.
"Can you just walk me out please," she said. He glared at Mason before sliding his arm around the small of her back and leading her outside. The cool air gave her life as she leaned closer to Damon.
"So, you and Uncle Lockwood huh.?" Damon asked as they got to his car. She rolled her eyes at him.
"Like a week, maybe, and that was before he turned and nearly killed me and my brothers," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Turned.?" He asked.
"Yea, it was a full moon," she said walking over to the passenger side.
"I dont follow," Damon said
"Werewolf.? You know," y/n said before putting her hands on her head like ears. "Half man half wolf.?"
"Werewolves aren't real." He said, leaning against the car.
"People say you're not real either, now are you giving me a ride or what.?" Y/n said, the alcohol hitting her hard. She swayed a bit and Damon sped around to her side, catching her mid fall. She held onto him and looking into his eyes, her body feeling warm dispite the cool night air.
"Where do you live.?" He asked, helping her back onto her feet. His hands didn't leave her body, hers on his shoulders.
"The lake house off of county road." She said. He got her into the car before driving out of the parking lot. He looked over at her to see she was pink in the cheeks.
"Wanna talk about it.?" Damon asked as they pulled onto the dark road. She sighed and shook her head.
"Pretty much said it all." She said with a shrug.
"What about your mom.?" He asked suddenly. Her head snapped toward him. "Caroline told Elena," he said, glancing at her. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, silently cursing the blondes big mouth.
"She was killed, had to give her a proper funeral, the same night we met." She muttered.
"Killed.?" He asked.
"Yea, by poor Vicky Donavan after she was turned into a vampire. Which is heartbreaking because I.." she paused, looking out the window. "I knew her. She was troubled, yea but she was a good kid." She said. Damon glanced at her, feeling an odd sense of guilt. He had turned Vicky, and Vicky killed Y/n's mom. Which meant, her death was on Damon's shoulders.
"Im sorry," he said.
"Thats the job, the.. life of a hunter. The life i never wanted.." She whispered as they pulled up to the lake house. "Thanks.." she said getting out of the car. Damon watched her walk up to the door before getting out and speading infront of her. "Damon, let me go inside."
"Invite me in," he said.
"Why.?" She asked. "Why do you act like you care.?"
"Act.? How do you know i dont.?" He asked, his lips quirking up slightly.
"You tried to kill me the first night we met and made it damn clear that you dont trust me, so," she said, trying to push past him to go inside. "Move, damon," she said. His jaw ticked and he moved aside, letting her walk into her house. He stood there a moment, his super hearing honing into her silent sobs on the other side of the door.
Damon couldn't get her off his mind, not even after two glasses of bourbon. She was just a hunters daughter, right.? But, yet, there was something about her. Something in her eyes when they danced, something he had seen in his own. He wanted more of her.
She shouldn't have answered the door, or at least she should have checked the peephole. But the drinks from last night carried over into an ugly hangover and rational thought was out the door. When she saw him, she let out a groan.
"Well, good morning to you," Damon said, leaning against the door frame.
"Shhh," she hissed. He chuckled and looked down at her. "Why are you here.?" She asked.
"Just check in on you, sweetheart" he said. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm fine," she muttered, going to close the door.
"Wait, let me keep you company," he said.
"Dont you have anyone else to bother.?" She asked.
"Nope, ive got all day princess," he said. She rolled her eyes at him, not having the strength to deal with him.
"I dont need company, Damon." She said, crossing her arms.
"What about a ride back to your car, then.?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Fine." She muttered, before following him out. But she didnt see his car and a realization dawned on her. He tricked her into coming outside, out of the safety of the lake house. "You.. you tricked me," she said.
"Never told you I had my car, princess," he said. "But I know a great path to get to your car, gives us time to get to know each other." He said, smirking at her.
"I hate you," she said before she started walking. "Well, lead the way Oh mighty Salvatore," she said dramatically. He smirked at her and struted over before sliding an arm around her shoulders.
"Right this way, little hunter," he said before leading her toward the woods. She hated to admit it, but she actually felt safe with the vampire. As they walked, a surprising confession came from him. "My mother passed away too, when I was about your age." He said. A moment passed and they stopped walking, her eyes turned toward him.
"I'm sorry.. You've had to watch too many people die.." she said, her eyes soft. He looked at her before his hands cupped her face. Her eyes drifted shut as his lips met hers, a warmth spreading through her. It didnt feel like this the first time they kissed. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and he hoisted her up, her legs wrapped aound his waist as he pinned her to the nearest tree. Their lips molded together and her hands slid down his chest and under the black leather of his jacket.
Damon pulled back, reluctantly, glancing around. He couldn't have imagined that, right.? He rested his forehead on hers, before helping her back to her feet and continuing their walk. But then he heard it again, and this time, so did she. Her head wipped around, fear in her eyes. A fear he hadn't seen from her.
"Come on," he said before picking her up and suddenly speeding out of the woods. They would get her car later, right now, she needed to get safe. When they got to the lake house, she did the one thing she was sworn to never do. She invited a vampire inside.
"What the hell.? Who was that.?" She asked Damon after he stepped through her front door. "Do you know of any others in town.?" The look on his face said he did.
"I have an idea," he said. "Her name is Katherine, Elena is her doppelganger. She.. shes the one who turned Stefen and I." She looked at him like she was processing that he said.
"And whats her problem with me.?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"Your name," he said. His words hit her like a brick and she had to sit down.
"Well, how do we get her off my trail.?" She asked.
"Kill her.?" Damon shrugged. She shook her head and stood up.
"I just wanted a normal life.." she whispered. A bitter laugh left her before her shoulders shook slightly. Damon sped over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned into him before turning toward him. He took her face in his hands and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, the kiss deepening as he pulled her closer. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, her back hitting the dark brown sheets. His eyes darkening slightly as he looked down at her, her sweet smell filling his nose. She pulled him down into a kiss and his hands slid up her shirt and along sides.
"Let me make you feel good," he whispered against her skin. She nodded and he pulled her shirt off, her chest bare underneath. He kissed down her chest before pulling her pants down in one swift motion. He groaned at the smell of her arousal, his hands sliding up her thighs and across her heat. He sat up and pulled his clothes off, crawling up between her thighs. His eyes met hers once before he tore her panties off, a gasp coming from her lips. His mouth met her wet cunt as he drank her sweet juice.
"F-fuck Da-Damon." She gasped out. He dipped his tounge into her core, sliding up to her clit. He groaned against her, sliding his hands up her stomach. His lips trailed up her stomach and between the swell of her breasts. His hips settled between her legs before he slid into her. She gasped and dug her nails into his skin, feeling him stretch her open. His lips met her neck as he rocked into her, his hips rolling against hers. His fangs sunk into that vein and her blood filled his mouth, his hips snapping forward. She was squeezing him like a vice, her taste intoxicating him as he pulled away from her neck. Their eyes met as he rutted into her cunt, her walls clenching around him tight.
"Sh-shit," he muttered, pressing his lips to hers as she came around him. He never felt this good since becoming a vampire, this felt human again. He burried himself deep inside her as his end came, his hips rolling with each pulse.
Y/n watched Damon sleep, an odd warmth in her chest. Why did she feel so safe with him.? What was it about him that made her want to trust him.? Why did she trust him.? She let him into her home, her vampire free sanctuary.
"I can feel you watching." He grumbled, peaking his eyes open.
"Have you ever compelled me.?" She asked. He opened his eyes and looked at her fully.
"No," he whispered. She sighed and laid her head on his chest. "Why.?" He asked. She sat up and put her head in her hand.
"Because.. I like being around you. I feel safe with you, and I've never felt safe, so if had compelled me it would've explained why I.." she sighed, Damon sitting up and looking at her. "I let you in, I've never invited anyone in." She said, looking at him.
"Perhaps, your just taken in my charm," he said, smirking at her. She huffed out a laugh, rolling her eyes at him.
"You're really full of yourself, huh.?" she said with a laugh. He cupped her face and she climbed into his lap, her arms around his shoulders.
Stefen watched them setting up for the bake sale, his arms crossed over his chest. They had grown really close in the last few days and given her family history, it was concerning for him.
"Your brother still doesn't trust me," Y/n said, glancing at Damon while she set up the table cloth.
"So.?" He asked.
"So, what if he decides that I'm better off with my neck snapped.?" She asked, looking at him.
"You don't have to worry about my brother. Besides, youre an ex hunter."
"Yea, exactly. Ex. Damon, I just want a normal life here, semi normal considering im talking to a 200 year old vampire." She said, shaking her head as she started laying out the pie tins and plates.
"I'll deal with my brother," he said.
"Why dont you deal me a pie then, brother.?" Stefen said, suddenly on the other side of the table. "Winchesters Pie stand.? I didnt know they were apart of the founding families.?" He asked, looking at Y/n.
"They weren't, my mother was." She responded, her lips in a tight line smile.
"I heard about her.. passing." Stefen said, looking at her.
"Maybe you should take a pie and go, brother.?" Damon said, giving him a look.
"You two are awfully close all of a sudden." Stefen said, crossing his arms. He looked between the two.
"Dont be jealous, he's just the better brother. Now, which pie would you like. I have other people to help." Y/n said, her eyes locked with Stefens.
"Why are you in town.?" He asked, compelling her.
"To feel normal again," she said before blinking and shoving a pie slice toward him. "Dont you dare," she whispered, before he left. Damon looked at her, his expression unreadable. She didn't look at him, just put a smile on her face and helped the next person. He decided that his brother needed a good talking to, maybe to have his neck snapped to help get his point across.
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! Torture, PTSD, trauma, P in V, Oral (F reciving), SA!, language
Y/n didn't always live on Asgard, she was born a witch on midga- Earth. Her mother was lost at birth, leaving her to be raised by her aunt. Until one day, she met a raven haired sorcerer. He was reading a Latin book of poetry under her tree in the park. Loki was his name. they instantly had a connection, talking all day and night. For almost a year and a half, he would often visit Earth to see her. They would spend many days and nights together; laughing, joking, cuddling, and even fighting.
Then, one day, he invited her to Asgard. She accepted the offer, being fitted with her own gowns and dresses. Frigga welcomed the young witch with open arms, even after having just met her. She treated her as a daughter, teaching her magic alongside Loki. Y/n was given her own room and was free to travel between Asgard and Midgard at will. She mainly left to earth when her and Loki fought.
Like they had only hours ago. So, there she sat, under her tree as the rain started. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, her arms around her middle as she thought back to his words.
"You know nothing! Not of this world or the rules, nor do you care! You shouldn't be here if you can't learn your place!"
Y/n spoke up in front of Odin, giving her thoughts on who should be king. Odin wasn't pleased to hear her diminish his eldest son's capabilities, despite the fact that she was only voicing her opinion. He gave Loki a disapproving look before waving them off. The screaming could be heard down the halls of the great palace.
After the last words left Loki's lips, her hand made contact with the side of his face. He stood there shocked as she stormed out and went to the bifrost. It had been 4 hours since then, and to make it better, it was down pour raining. She sighed, lifing her dress from the ground and started her way back to her old place. As she was walking through the trees, she saw a figure in the distance. A cold feeling rushed over her, and an arrow whizzed by her head. Hunters!
"Shit!" Y/n muttered. She turned on her heel and ran the other way. She could hear them getting close to her and ran into the woods. After gaining distance, she climbed a nearby tree before creating multiple illusions of herself, running off in different directions. She leaned against the tree and waited before she saw a couple of them getting closer. She climbed down, slowly, before a sharp pain was in her side. She crumpled to the ground and saw one of them, standing over her.
"Die witch!" He shouted, but she blasted him away from her with magic. She scrambled to her feet and held her hand over the wound. The noise drew the others close, and she was back to running. Her side stung, and her feet began to get damaged by the woods. The sound of the hunters got quiet as she got closer to the tree. Y/n groaned and started to quickly make her way out of the woods. She had a lot of blood loss, her vision starting to become blurry. She saw someone in the distance, they turned to her and started shouting something. She couldn't understand it, though.
It was too muffled through the pouring rain and the ringing in her ears. She held her side as her feet hit the soft wet grass. The figure came closer, his face twisted with concern and worry. It was Loki, his eyes held regret. She fell into his open arms, warmth washing over her and the smell of ebony and books.
"Love, you're wounded!" Loki spoke, slowly and carefully lowering the two of them to the ground under the tree. It was almost strange, the rain seemed to stop around him. Then he placed his hand on the wound, a burning stinging feeling came at her side. She hissed in pain and gripped at his cape. "Shh, I know, but there is poison that I must get out before healing it."
"They were witch hunters." She whispered. He managed to heal her up with only a light scar left in his wake.
"Love, I'm sorry for my words. They were harsh." Loki whispered. "Please, stop running away from me," he asked, his voice quiet.
"Don't give me a reason to," she said, sitting up slowly. Loki pulled her against him.
"I love you," he whispered. She pulled back slightly and stared at him. She teared up and smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I love you too." She whispered in his ear. He made a noise before he stood up, picking her up with him.
"Come, love. Let us return home, " he said, carrying her bridal style. She nuzzled into his chest and smiled.
"You said it first." She giggled, looking at him.
"Of course," he said, matter of factly. She kissed his cheek, just as the rainbow colored lights pulled them up. When they got into the golden circle ball, Hiemdal nodded at the raven haired prince who was blushing. He set Y/n down and started walking toward the bridge.
"Odin has requested your presence in the great hall." Heimdal said without turning around. He gave her an annoyed look before walking down the bridge with her, holding hands nevertheless. When they got to the throne room, Odin sat there with a blank stare.
"So, you believe Thor isn't right for the throne? Do you believe Loki would be better?" Odin spoke, his gaze on Y/n.
"Yes." Y/n spoke, no hesitation in her voice. Loki looked at her, then his father.
"Is this because of your feelings-"
"Feelings have nothing to do with it. I know I don't have much say, but I have been here in Asgard long enough to see it. Thor doesn't think like a king, he thinks like a warrior. He thinks the solution to any problem in his wake is to fight, whereas Loki will think about where his actions will lead. He even has backup plans for his backup plans." Y/n spoke with conviction. She stared at Odin as she spoke. Loki couldn't help but feel proud. She had stood up to Odin not once but twice. No one before had dared even look differently at the all farther.
"I will take your words into consideration. Now, on to more important business. What is the plan for your future together?" Odin asked.
"Marriage is definitely the next planned step," Loki spoke up, glancing at Y/n with a smirk. She smiled at him and held his hand tight. Odin nodded in approval, his eyes holding that same look they always did.
"Very well, plans will be made." Odin dismissed the two of them, and they took their leave. Loki pulled Y/n close to his body, kissing her hard as soon as they were out of sight and earshot. She kissed back happily, wrapping her arms around him. He teleported them to his bedroom, where they cuddled all afternoon.
Loki stood in the center of the glass cage, his hands behind his back when he felt eyes on him. He smirked, tilting his head ever so slightly.
"There's not many people who can sneak up on me." He said.
"I could, if I tried. But I wasn't, so I didn't." Her voice was so familiar to him. He turned and saw here there. She wore a black skin tight jumpsuit, the lining a saphore blue. Her eyes met his, and he felt that flutter in his chest again. "Hello, Loki"
"Hello, my dear Y/n." He smirked at her. She went closer to the cage, standing just at the edge. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same. I was banished here, remember?" Y/n spoke, her voice turning cold and bitter. Loki straightened his shoulders. "I had nowhere else to go. It's been a rough few years here on earth"
"So you chose to work for the mortals?" Loki asked, squinting at her.
"With, I work with the humans," Y/n said. "When I want to." She added with a shrug and a slight smirk.
"Is that how you see it?" He said, his hands behind his back.
"That's how it is," she said. They looked into each other's eyes, his cold demeanor shattering. He had missed her dearly. "You look tired.." she whispered, her shoulders dropping.
"I am, love" he said softly.
"Taking over the world isn't easy," she said, rolling her eyes. He smirked at her and laughed lightly. She gently placed her hand on the glass, looking into his eyes. He hesitated, looking at her almost afraid, before he put his hand on the glass as well. A look of relief washed over her, and tears formed in her eyes.
"Love.." he whispered before an explosion rocked the ship. The lights went out and were replaced by red flashing lights. Y/n was thrown to the ground, her head hitting one of the bars on the side. She groaned before dragging herself to her feet, seeing the door of the cell opening.
Loki stepped out and was by her side in a second, pulling her into his arms. "I will always love you," he whispered in her ear. Before she could respond, she felt him spell her to sleep, her body going limp in his arms. When she woke, she saw Natasha leaning over her. She gasped and sat up fast.
"Where is he? Where did he go?" She asked. Natasha shook her head, standing. they were in Med Bay with Barton.
"He got away, Thor and Banner are MIA, and Fury wants to know the relationship between you and Loki." Nat said, helping Y/n off the ground.
"We were engaged," she said. "I was banished before the wedding." She added before walking past Nat.
"Where are you going?" Nat asked.
"To find him," Y/n responded. She left the hall, her head spinning. His last words stuck with her. Why would he just leave after that? She went to the gaping hole in the side of the ship and left out it.
Loki walked out on the landing area at Stark Tower, looking out at the chaos wreaking havoc on New York. But his feeling of false glory was about to be cut short.
"Loki!" Y/n called out to him. He turned to her, his face softening when their eyes met. "Stop this madness! This isn't you, love." she stepped closer to him, her hand out for him.
"I am a king!" He spoke, pulling away.
"I know you are, but not like this." Her voice was soft. "You are meant for so much better than this," she said. He turned to her, his eyes wide. She inhaled sharp before she leaped forward and shoved Loki to the ground just as a massive chitari came hurtling toward them. She threw up a blue shield over them in a haste, her eyes glowing sapphire before they met Loki's. He held her face gently and leaned up toward her, kissing her passionately and teleporting them away. Her shield fell, and she kissed him back hard, not realizing their current location.
"OK, guys, we get it." Tony said. Y/n sat up and saw they were in the stark living room, and she was straddling Loki's waist.
"Love, I need to fix this." Loki said and moved her off his lap. Y/n noticed a change in Loki from before and after the kiss, his eyes going from a sharp blue to a greenish blue. She got up and followed him fast.
"Not alone!" She grabbed his hand and turned him to her. Behind her, Tony was in his suit and Thor was next to him. "I'm not letting you go again," Y/n said. Loki looked into her eyes before pulling her into another kiss.
"Guys, alien invasion," Tony said. Y/n pulled away from the kiss.
"You're just jealous that your girl isn't here to give you a good luck kiss," Y/n said and smirked at him. "Hello again, Thor," she muttered before taking Loki's hand, her other hand glowing green with magic.
They joined up with the others later on, briefly explaining Loki and Y/n being engaged, and Loki now being there to help. The team couldn't help but notice the lack of scepter and malicious aura that previously came with the raven haired God.
They were quick to accept him being there, especially after he helped a few citizens to safety. Together, they defeated the hoard of aliens while selvig close the portal. While everyone gathered in start tower, Y/n took hold of Loki's hand. She pulled him to her and wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug.
"I love you, my king," she whispered, kissing his cheek. He smiled and wrapped his arms around the small of her back, pulling her close to him. He leaned into her neck, the familiar smell of hazelnut and flowers filling his nose.
"I missed you so much, love." He said.
"I missed you more, I kept trying to find your hidden paths too," Y/n said, smiling at him with tears in her eyes. He laughed and leaned into her, kissing her passionately. She kissed back gladly, giggling a bit from joy.
"So, when's the wedding?" Tony spoke up. Loki pulled back and glared at him.
"That's none of your dam -" Y/n covered Loki's mouth and gave Tony a look, her eyes glowing sapphire.
"You have your own concerns. Pepper is gonna have more work to do." Y/n gestured to the slightly destroyed and damaged Stark tower.
"Loki will be coming with me, back to Asgard," Thor stepped forward. Y/n stood in front of Loki, her hand glowing blue.
"You're not taking him away from me," she spoke.
"Then you will be joining him." Thor said.
"With all due respect, he did help us out," Tony said.
"With a problem, he started." Steve said.
"He killed 80 people in 2 days," Natasha spoke up.
"It wasn't his choice. We've all done things we were not proud of to survive. His mind was under the influence of the tesseract after going through a really hard time with his family. " Y/n spat, glaring at Thor and then the rest of them. "He is not going anywhere. He's mine." her eyes started glowing before a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.
"Calm down, love," Loki whispered in her ear. The team started talking amongst themselves before Thor spoke up.
"Then stay here until I return. I will find out what Odin wants done, " Thor said. After that, he left with the tesseract, and Loki was set up in a spare room across from Y/n's.
But her bed was where he lay now, his very naked fiancé on top of him as they made out. His hands touched every part of her he could, lighting her skin ablaze before he flipped them and removed his pants.
"I love you," he whispered before he entered her heat. His movements started slow, her cunt wrapping around him perfectly. Her nails found the skin on his back, digging into it as his movements got faster. Moans and grunts bounced off the wall, mixing with the squeaking of the bed.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper into her as his knees moved onto either side of her ass. He was practically pounding into her, the sound of skin on skin contact mixing with the other erotic noises of their passion. Her walls started clenching around him, his thrusts becoming more erratic as they both neared their end together. Loki filled her womb with his seed, kissing her hard. He pulled out slowly and laid next to her, her head making its way to his chest.
"I love you too," she said, looking up at him. He smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head. They fell asleep moments later, their bodies tangled together.
Loki was woken by singing coming from the adjoining bathroom. He smiled. He missed her voice, but in that moment, he realized just how much. He slid out of the bed and moved toward the sound of her voice, leading to a heated shower session.
After that, they cleaned up and got ready to face the avengers. Y/n wore high waisted black pants and a blue top while Loki dressed in his casual asgardian clothes. When they walked into the main room, they were all there. Thor included.
"Done already?" Tony said, raising an eyebrow.
"You don't know when we started. He has great stamina. " Y/n shot back. Loki smiled and kissed her neck slightly.
"Sleep isn't much of an issue either." He said. Everyone either looked impressed or embarrassed, and Tony raised his hands.
"Forget I said anything. Moving on."
"I talked to Odin, I explained the tesseract's influence and everything Lady Y/n said." Thor said, stepping forward. "Odin believes that you should stay here to restore the damage you created before returning home." He said.
"Returning?" Y/n questioned.
"What?" Loki asked.
"So, he's gonna join the team? Fix New York, help the tower.." Tony said. Y/n glared at him before zapping him with blue magic
"He is a GOD. Not your MAID. The tower is your shit to deal with Stark." Y/n spoked, her eyes glowing.
"Tony, seriously. Stop passing off the witch, " Bruce said. "Y/n, you trust Loki?"
"With my life," Y/n said instantly, her eyes going normal.
"Thor, do you trust him?" Steve asked.
"I do. I believe what Lady Y/n has said as well." Thor said.
"Then he will work with us to restore New York," Steve said. After that, things went smoothly.
It was around 6, maybe 7 and a half months before New York was restored. They had a few new additions to the team as well; Bucky, the Maximoff Twins, and the spider boy. Wanda was like Y/n's best friend, both having a shared traumatic past with their magic. Loki would find company with Bucky but mingled with everyone eventually.
Things changed one particular night. The night Tony threw a party for Loki. The night the truth was revealed. Y/n stood in her bathroom, shaky hand holding the burning curling iron close to her face. Tears brimmed her eyes as the memories flooded back to her.
Wanda walked ahead of Y/n through the dark corridor of the old hydra base. There was the sound of shuffling, and Y/n turned towards the empty hall next to her. She walked down it, darkness surrounding her. She gasped and felt someone grab her throat. The touch burned, and Y/n's scream was caught in her throat.
"Little witches should really learn their place," the man said. He slammed her down on the ground, her head hitting hard. "Under my boot," he said, pressing his shoe to her neck. She shot magic at the man and got up, only for there to be two, three, four. He was multiplying. Her eyes went wide, and she tried to conjure up her magic before she felt hands.
Rough, hard, calloused hands grabbing and touching any and every part of her. She had no time to react, no time to fight. He was quickly overpowering her, her only protection being torn away inch by inch. Her pale skin was getting exposed to the cold air. There was the flash of red and a gunshot before the man was gone. Bucky and Wanda came over to Y/n, Wanda helping her up.
She lay on the ground, beaten and bruised, cut and scratched. Her suit was practically shreds, leaving her in her undergarments. She wrapped herself in a spare jumpsuit and made both of them promise not to tell Loki. She then used magic on her to hide the bruises and cuts.
Y/n jumped when she felt the pain on the side of her head. She dropped the curling iron, clanging to the counter with a loud crash. She hissed in pain and looked at the burn on the side of her head.
"Love, are you- love?" Loki came over and turned her to him. She looked into his eyes and gasped. She pulled away fast, her arm hitting the still hot curling iron. The shock from the pain caused her illusion to fall. Loki looked at all the hand shaped bruises on her arms. "Who did that?" he asked. Her eyes met his, and tears started falling.
"I..uh. he.." she started breathing hard, her head spinning. Loki pulled her into his chest, rubbing her back.
"Shh. I'll make him pay, love. I'll make him pay for hurting my queen." He whispered. She gripped his shirt tight, hiding her face in his chest. "He won't hurt you again." Loki whispered. He waved his hand over her body and healed her bruises and cuts. She confessed it all to him, what that man did to her, before he calmed her.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," she whispered, looking down as she fixed her sapphire lace dress. Loki lifted her face.
"Do not fret love, I understand. He will pay for it, " he said the last part with a mischievous glint in his eye. She smiled at him and kissed him hard.
"Now my king, you have a party in your honor." She said, using magic to fix her makeup and hair. He smiled at her and offered her his arm. She wrapped her arms around his, lacing their fingers together before they left for the party. The Avengers were already scattered through the crowd of people, but Wanda still made her way to Y/n.
"You look amazing!" She said. She was in a black and red corset cocktail dress.
"Thank you, you do too." Y/n told her.
"You and I need to speak," Loki said to Wanda. She looked at Y/n, who looked away before nodding. She hugged Y/n tight before stepping aside. Loki kissed her cheek, telling her he would be right back before the two went to talk. Y/n sighed and went and sat at the bar where Natasha was.
"I need a drink." Y/n sat down and put her head down.
"Loki found out about the mission?" Bucky asked, sitting next to her.
"Yep," Y/n said.
"What happened on that mission?" Nat asked. Y/n shook her head before slamming the shot that Nat poured her.
"More" she said, looking down at the bar.
"Hey, what's a fine little thing like you doing, drinking all alone?" A drunk brunette male came up to Y/n, plopping in the seat next to her. She gave him a side glance before scoffing.
"Fuck off" she spat.
"Aw, come on, sweetie. Let me buy you a drink." He said.
"I drink free here" she said, raising an eyebrow. The man was persistent, tho, putting his hand on her thigh. Her eyes went sapphire, before Bucky came over broke the man's wrist. He screamed out in pain and fell over on the ground.
"She said no, asshole," he said. Y/n turned back to him, her eyes normal.
"Thank you, Buck," she said. He nodded at her before going back to his seat and ordering another beer.
When Loki returned, saw the man and heard the story, promptly broke the man's hand on the same broken wrist before tossing him out. Quite literally. By the time he officially returned to Y/n's side, she was 4 shots in and barely buzzed. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to the dance floor. She resisted a bit, but he got her to start dancing. It felt like it was just them in the room. The music and the feel of Loki's hands in her hips were enough to calm her. She started letting loose, the alcohol taking effect as they swayed together to the music. After a while, Y/n parted from loki, needing to get a drink. He pulled her in for a deep and hard kiss before letting her leave. He went over to where Thor and Bucky were standing. Y/n saw next to Wanda at the bar, reaching back and grabbing a bottle of wine.
"So, you guys are gonna get married, right?" Wanda asked. Y/n laughed and looked over at Loki.
"Yes, we've been talking about it recently." Y/n smiled, her cheeks going red. "Around summer, actually," she giggled.
"Ooh. Where?" Wanda asked excitedly.
"The park we first met at. Under our tree, " she told her. She looked over at Loki to see some blonde with her hands all over him. "Be right back." Y/n said before she got up and walked over to Loki. His eyes met her and he looked relieved, before the blonde was pulled away from him. "Hey there, love," Y/n said, pressing her lips to his in a hard kiss. He pulled her against his body by her hips, kissing back feverishly. The blonde got the hint, and left, and after that, no one bothered the two.
"Alright, alright, name something you can ride," Tony said. The Avengers had gathered for the after party and were playing some 20 questions like game.
"Bike," Natasha said.
"Horse," Steve responded.
"Loki," Y/n smirked. Everyone looked at her while Loki just smiled. He was in one of the love seats, her sitting with her legs over his lap.
"Oh God no." Tony said
"Oh, God yes," Loki countered. There were more laughs and jokes throughout the group. When Loki and Y/n left, the rest of the team eventually left, too.
True to their word, when the leave started falling was when the wedding planning started. Y/n had a long deep v neck halter gown with hints of blue at the bottom. Loki had a black tuxedo suit with an emerald green vest and tie. The final preparations were getting put into place when she found out. Wanda walked into Y/n's room to find her throwing up into the toilet.
"Oh my! Are you ok?" She asked, kneeling by her side and pulling her hair back.
"Yea, I am." Y/n told her. "We both are," she said, a hand on her tummy. Wanda gasped and hugged her, squealing happily.
"Does Loki know?" Wanda asked.
"Does Loki know what?" Loki came into the bathroom and was by Y/n's side in a second. Y/n smiled at him before putting his hand on her stomach. He stared at her confused before he felt it, the small heartbeat in her stomach. "You're pregnant? With my child?" He asked.
"Our child," she corrected him. He teared up and smiled at her, pulling her close to him. Suddenly, the alarm went off, signaling there was an emergency. Loki helped Y/n up and followed Wanda out, going to the meeting room.
"There are enhanced attacking Queens, Spiderman is there now doing recon, we need all hands on board," Steve said. Loki was about to protest, but Y/n covered his mouth before using magic to change into her suit.
"I'll be ok, I have you, Wanda, and myself for protection." Y/n telepathed to him. He held her hand, looking into her eyes, before he changed to his Asgardian armor. Moments were in the quinjet, flying out to Queens. Y/n cast a protection charm over her baby before leaving the ship after Loki. He smiled at her when he noticed before he got into fighting mode. She stayed beside Wanda, both using their magic together against the enhanced.
"Little witchhh," a voice called. Y/n froze, her heartbeat speeding up. Wanda was busy with a group, and she couldn't see Loki. She raised her hands in front of her, her magic glowing. He stepped closer, no wait, there were two of him. Every step was a new him. Y/n shot a blast at him, but it only took out maybe 2. "Little witch is gonna die," he said before grabbing her throat. She choked before breaking his hand with her magic. She backed away fast, only to hit against a solid chest, relief washing over her when he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Is this the man, love?" Loki asked her. She nodded, and he moved her behind him. Loki stepped forward to the enhanced and broke his leg. The others disappeared in an instant as he went down. "You touched my queen?" Loki asked, his voice dark.
"You mean the witch? Oh yeah, I violated her," the enhanced laughed, and then he dared spit at Loki's feet. Loki chuckled, but it was a dark, menacing chuckle that made the man's face go white. While Loki dealt with him, Y/n rejoined Wanda's side. She used her magic to the fullest, her eyes going sapphire much like Wanda's red ones. Y/n noticed that she felt stronger, stronger than before the life in her stomach grew.
When Loki rejoined her side, there were blood splatters on his armor and his hands and on his face. There was this glint in his eyes, and Y/n couldn't help herself as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him hard. He groaned, kissing back and pulling her against him. They kept it short, considering the situation at hand, and helped the team defeat the rest of the enhanced. Tony was the first to comment on the blood. Loki only smiled when questioned before wrapping his arms around Y/n. He sat with her on his lap and his hand on her stomach. He noticed something, though.
There were two heartbeats in side her womb.
"Twins," he whispered in her ear. She smiled wide and bit her lip.
"We have to tell the team." She said, "Tonight." He nodded and held her close. When they got back to the tower, they gathered for a debrief. Before everyone left, Y/n called them all back. "We have an announcement." She said, Loki standing next to her. "We're pregnant," she giggled.
"Woah, that is wonderful news, brother! You will be an excellent father." Thor patted Loki on the back.
"You can't fight while you have another life inside you." Steve said.
"I agree with capsicle on this" Tony said.
"As do i," Loki added.
"I know, I know. Just one last mission." Y/n pleaded.
"What is it, love?" Loki asked.
"Our wedding," she smiled at him.
Loki stood in his suit under the tree, fixing his tie for the 5 or 6th time in the last 10 minutes. His heart was pounding in his ribcage.
"Brother relax, your ner-" Thor was cut off by the music playing. It was an organ played tune that mixed Asgardian and Midgardian bridal songs together. She was walking next to her maid of honor, Wanda, with a sheer lace veil. Her bouquet was made from green peonies and blue roses.
Loki dropped his hands to his sides as she walked down the aisle. He remembered the first time he'd seen her, storming up to him for daring sit under her tree. Now here she walked, with a smile, to be his. His hand reached out to her, her arm un-wrapping from Wanda's, before her hand slid perfectly into his hand.
"Dearly beloved." Vision started. "We are gathered here today." Loki looked at Y/n. Even though the veil, her eyes were beautiful.
So many centuries ago, they met under this very tree. A lifetime for mortals, and they still had more to go. The vows spoke declared, faith, trust, and love. Devotion and care, through hel and back, together.
"You may kiss the bride." Vision said. Loki lifted the veil, gently taking her face before kissing passionately.
Death, blood, mentions of death, implied smut, language. Mature content!
Damon sat there in his room, the events from merely hours ago still fresh on his mind. He was staring at her body as she lay lifeless on his bed, her beautiful porcelain skin stained with her own blood. If he had been faster, if he had gotten there quicker, if he would have been there..
Damon was with Elena, picking Jeremy up in Colorado. He thought it would be fine to leave, no one was in imminent danger. Other than the Gilbert's, of course. Right.? They were on their way back, maybe an hour or less away from home. That's when his phone rang, Y/n's name popping up.
"Hello, princess," he said in a sing song voice.
"Hello again, Damon." Kathrines voice said over the phone.
"Kathrine, where is Y/n.?" Damon asked. He heard a shuffling and then her voice, low and raspy.
"Don't, its a trap," she said before he heard a sound that would forever be ingrained in his memories. A pained cry that came from her lips, his foot pressing harder on the gas.
"Kathrine, I swear I'll kill you," Damon said.
"You better hurry, wouldn't want her to bleed out." Kathrine said before she ended the call with a click.
"Damon, slow down," Elena said but it was no use. Y/n was in danger, he'd be damned if she died because he was too slow.
When Damon first met Y/n, they didn't get along worth anything. She was Alrics little sister, so in a way, she was Damon's little sister. They would bicker, fight, and taunt each other to no end. Damon can mark the day that all shifted for them, the day she got stood up on a date.
"Boys are stupid," Damon had told her when he found her at the bar. She scoffed and finished off her 5th glass of bourbon.
"You can say that again," she mumbled, looking down at her empty glass. Damon saw her different in that moment. She wasn't a little girl, she was a woman.
"Hey. Come play pool with me," he said, before practically dragging her with him. She was hesitant at first but started warming up to it. She felt the shift too, Damon was different. He wasn't just the big bad vampire, but he was a man. A man who made her smile, who made her heart beat out her chest.
"Why are you being nice.?" She asked.
"Did you want me to be mean, princess.?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. He smirked down at her, his face inches from hers.
Then it happened. The kiss. It was a split second, but she had closed the gap. Her lips met his in a quick but passionate kiss.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she stuttered out. But Damon wasn't sorry. He cupped her face, looking into her eyes before his lips met hers again. This lead them to her loft across the street from the grille.
To everyone else in the group, they still hated each other. But behind closed doors, the story was quite the opposite. The intimate touches and kisses, the silent whispers, the late night's alone. Behind closed doors, it was real. The day Alaric caught them was one for the books. Y/n had been sitting on Damons hips, his shirt around her after their nightly festivities.
"You're absolutely beautiful in my shirt, princess," Damon whispered. She smiled down at him, his hands tangled in hers as she leaned down to kiss him.
"Hey, Y/n, I brought over some coffee," Alarics voice suddenly rang through the loft. The panic as the two scrambled out of the bed and rushed to get ready. Y/n slipped shorts on and went and leaned over the rail that looked into the living room area.
"Hey, uh, I didn't um. I didn't realize we were supposed to hang out.?" She said, awkwardly.
"Did you just wake up.?" Alaric asked. "Wait, who's shirt is that.?" He asked, lookimg at the shirt that clearly wasn't hers. Suddenly a noise from behind her make her skin loose all its color. Damon's belt clattering to the ground.
"Shit," Y/n muttered looking back at him how gave her a sheepish smile. Did he mean to do that.? She looked back at Alaric who's face twisted in all different emotions. Confusion, annoyance, realization.
"Damon, is that you.?" Alaric called out.
"Hey Ric," Damon called out. Y/n looked at him incredulously, before Alaric sighed. After that, it was a tense few hours of Alaric 'trying' to kill Damon while Y/n talked him down. He eventually warmed up to it, still giving Damon a side eye look ever now and then of course. But he was the only one who knew the truth. He saw how Damon cared for his sister and vice versa.
"Damon.."
"Damon!" Elena's voice broke through as his car stopped at the grille. He was out of the car in seconds, his destination was her loft. When he got there, what he found horrified even him. The entire place was trashed, blood splattered on picture frames and broken furniture. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, almost praying, almost hoping.
His skin ran icy cold, seeing her body on the floor of her bedroom. He was by her side in a second, her heartbeat deathly faint. Her eyes opened and met his. He didn't realize he was crying, until a few drops fell on her cheeks.
"Hey, hey. You're gonna be ok," he said, bitting into his wrist and feeding her his blood. But it wasn't enough, he knew it wouldn't be enough.
"I-i.." she whispered out, her blood and his now on her lips.
"Shh, its ok princess." He said.
"I lo..love y..you" she whispered, before her body went limp. Her words echoed in his ears like a pen dropping in a silent room. His chest felt cold and empty, tight and burning.
He didn't know how long he'd been watching her, her cold body on his bed. He could hear Alarics screams from downstairs, but he knew better than to mess with Damon right now. Damon must've been sitting there a while, seeing as the sun had started to peak through the darkness. Suddenly she gasped and sat up with a jolt, like all the air had returned to her in one fell swoop.
"My head, my throat." She said, holding her head in one hand. Damon sped over to her, taking her face in his hands. She was here, he could practically fly if he wished it.
"You're.." he said, not able to finish his sentence. She knew what he meant, she had his blood in her system when she died. She looked down at her blood stained clothes.
"God I'm a mess.." she whispered, not able to muster anything more than that.
"You can use my shower, princess." He said. She was silent a moment, looking down at her hands. "You don't.. have to go through any of this," he said, afraid he might actually loose her for good.
"I need to.. I don't want to like, die die," she said, meeting his eyes with a slight smile. He smiled at bit, glad she still had her humor. Even if it was clouded in bitterness.
"Are you sure.?" He asked, looking into her eyes. "That just means dealing with me for an eternity."
"Spend an eternity with you or die.?" She said, looking at him. "I'd gladly deal with you for an eternity," she whispered. He left for a second and came back with some things. He gave her a silver ring with a blue lapis lazuli with a silver encrusted y/i on it.
"Had this made for you, just in case," Damon said with a shrug.
"Oh yeah.?" She asked with a smirk. He handed her the ring and she slipped it on, before he handed her a blood bag.
"Here's this for you princess." He said. "Only if you are absolutely sure," he said, pulling it back from her.
"Damon, give me the blood bag so I can go see my brother." She said. He squinted at her.
"Go shower and see Ric before you finalize this, Y/n" he said. She wanted to argue, but she knew better. When he used her first name instead of one of his nicknames, he was serious.
The shower felt different, everything felt different. She wanted to crawl out of her skin and burry herself as far in it as she could. Damon got her a set of his pj pants and an old shirt he always let her wear when she came over.
"This feeling is annoying," she told Damon, as she walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair.
"Its the transition period," he said. He was watching her from his bed, her eyes on the floor as she walked.
"Well, let's do this," she said, looking at him with her lips in a tight line. He nodded and walked over to her. She took his hand in hers, mainly for calming her anxiety. Everyone had sat there in the parlor when they got down, Alaric standing up fast and rushing over to his sister. She let go of Damon's hand, just as Alaric embraced her tight. She could hear everything, his breathing, his heart beat, the blood flowing in his veins.
"I thought you were dead," he said. "Dead, dead, I mean," he whispered. Y/n couldnt hear what he was saying though, her ears trained on his pulse. He stepped back, his hands on her shoulders as he looked at her.
"Get away from me," she whispered, trying to contain her breathing. Damon watched closly, ready to be there in a split second.
"Y/n," he said. She smacked his arms away and off her shoulders.
"I can hear your blood in your veins, Ric, stay back," she said. Damon stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder.
"So, are we gonna talk about your decision.?" Elena asked.
"What decision.? You want me to just die.?" Y/n asked, looking at her.
"No, i-" Elena tried to say.
"I'm making the transition. It was never a question," Y/n said. Damon stepped even closer and she leaned back into his chest. Alaric stepped back finally.
"Give us a moment." Damon said. Everyone eventually went home, leaving Y/n and Damon alone in the house. Damon turned Y/n to face him, cupping her face in his hands. His eyes looked into hers, his thumbs stroking her cheeks.
"I'm ready," she whispered, his eyes searching hers for any doubt. When he found none, he brought her a blood bag and she took it in her hands. "Ill see you at the other side." She said before she consumed the contents of the bag. It was unbelievable how sweet it tasted, she thought it would be gross. The whole bag was drained in a few seconds, it fueling some fire in her veins.
"How do you feel, princess.?" He asked. Her eyes opened to meet his, a burning need for his touch. She sped toward him, not used to her speed yet and crashing into his chest. He chuckled at her, his arms around her waist to keep her steady. "Woah, slow down, honey," he said.
"Kiss me," she whispered. Damon understood what she was feeling, giving into her demands. He picked her up by the thighs speeding her back to his room. The Salvatore house, dispite being occupied by 2 people, was filled with the sound of their intimate activities until the sun went down.
Near death experience, Damon angry, drinking, language
Damon watched her at the bar, charming the poor boy into giving her and her friends free drinks. He couldn't explain the feeling he got in his chest when he saw her, despite the fact she hated him. Her eyes met his from across the bar and he smirked at her, earning an eyeroll in return. When Y/n had first arrived, he was suspicious of her. She was a witch, and a powerful one at that, but she became good friends with Caroline, Bonnie and Elena. Damon watched them taking shots, before Y/n looked at him again.
"Why does he always stare like that.?" She asked, looking at the other three. Her h/c hair bouced and swayed with her movements.
"Cuz he's stalking Elena," Bonnie said, rolling her eyes. Damon didnt notice the look Y/n got, before she suddenly finished her drink.
"Right, Elena. Kathrines doppelganger," Y/n said. Elena gave her a look, shaking her head a bit.
"Are we really doing this right now.?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"No, your right Elena. I just realized I'm late for a date so," Y/n said before excusing herself. Damon felt something in his chest when she said date, who could she possibly be seeing.? He fould himself following her, but he was more confused when she went home. Did she lie about having a date.? He made his way inside, her eyes landing on him as he walking in.
"Hello, princess," he said, looking her over in her sweats and baggy shirt.
"What do you want, Damon.?" She asked him, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I didn't think this was date attire," he said, smirking at her. She rolled her eyes before walking into the kitchen, him following.
"My couch and Netflix don't care how I dress," she said, pulling down a bowl and a bag of chips. She poured the chips into the bowl and carried it to the living room.
"Well, what are we watching.?" He asked, sitting down on her couch. He watched her roll her eyes at him again without protesting.
"I'm going to watch scary stuff," she said before sitting on the opposite side of the couch. The bowl was set between them as she scrolled Netflix, finding a movie she wanted. Damon moved the bowl onto his lap, earning a glare from Y/n.
"Don't want any crumbs," he said before smirking at her. She moved just close enough to still reach the contents in the bowl. His arm went behind her head on the back of the couch, a comfortable silence falling over them. Damon felt her lean into him half way through the movie, his arm instantly dropping around her. He looked down to see her eyes glued to the screen as she nussled into him for comfort. There was that feeling in his chest again, that scary, unknown, but familiar and exciting feeling. He gently pulled her face to look at him, their eyes meeting for a moment before his lips pressed to hers. He wasn't sure why, he didn't even expect her to kiss back. But when she did, he felt the sparks ignite in his chest, a fire he knew would consume him.
"Honey, we're home!" Y/n's mom suddenly called, coming from the foyer. Damon pulled away, looking into y/n's s eyes before he was gone. "Oh, sweetie, I told you to stop watching those scary movies," her mom said. He dad looked around the room, shaking his head a bit.
"Couldn't clean up.?" He asked, a look of disappointment evident in his eyes. They went upstairs to their room, Y/n was left alone for a moment.
"That's how they great you?" Damon asked, coming out of his hiding place. She sighed looking up at him, her eyes a sea of emotions.
"That's my parents," she said, pulling the blanket over her. "At least it's not foster care," she padded before resuming her movie. Damon knew about her adoption, he was probably the only one of the group that she'd told.
"I'll fix them," Damon said, walking over and sitting next to her.
"If you compel my parents, I will hurt you," she said, her green eyes meeting his. He smirked at her, his eyes scanning her features. After the movie was over, Damon noticed she'd fallen asleep on his shoulder. He carefully picked her up into his arms, carrying her up to her room.
"Sleep well, princess," he whispered, tucking her into the blankets. He looked at her sleeping form, her face calm as she slept. He could feel that fire that started growing, fearing the dangers of letting it consume him. Or her. Were there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned.
Damon tried avoiding her, tried drowning the fire with bourbon. But the alcohol just added to the fuel. Every time that he caught her eyes from across the table or passing by her in a room, her sweet smell intoxicating him every time it floated into his nose. How dangerously sweet it smelled too. She sat in one of the armchairs in the parlor while everyone gathered to discuss a plan to protect Elena from Klaus.
"What does the grimoire say?" Bonnie asked y/n as she read the pages. She glanced up from the book, her eyes a bit dull and shadows forming under them.
"I think I found a spell that might work but it takes alot of power," Y/n said, before Bonnie came over. She read the spell and her face twisted in concern.
"I'd not done right, this could kill the caster," she said looking at y/n. Damon felt his skin go cold, the idea of her dying just to protect Elena.
"We'll find something else," he said, making everyone look up him.
"This could be our only shot, Damon," Y/n. argued. Damon felt that fire taking over, like a burning in his veins.
"No, we'll find another way." He said, crossing his arms. Y/n closed the book and stood up, her eyes challenging.
"We're out of time for solutions, this is our only chnace!" She said, throwing her arms up. Damon sped over to her, looking down at her. He felt this rage, the idea of her risking her life just for Elena, the thought that he could loose her, it was indescribable.
"The answer is no! You're not risking your life!" He yelled, his eyes locked on hers. She looked more pissed now.
"Why does it matter if I die? At least Elena would be alive! That's what you wanted when you asked me for help!" Y/n yelled, her jaw clenching. Damon could see the tears she tried to hide, his blood finally boiling over.
"Because you're life isn't worth the risk! Dammit, I said no, we will find another way!" He yelled, her demeanor finally caving under his gaze. They stood there a moment, not realizing everyone else had left, staring at each other.
"Why do you care about what happens to me?" She asked, making him forget why he was angry.
"Cuz your suicide mission is stupid," he said, taking a step back. He went to grab his bourbon but she pulled the bottle from his hands.
"Bullshit, Damon," she said, that fire back in her eyes. He squinted at her, grabbing the bourbon again and leaving to his room. He didn't understand why it bothered him so much, he loved Elena right.? He couldn't possibly love Y/n too, right.? Was love even the right word.?
"What was all that about.?" Damon heard Caroline ask.
"Who knows.. I'm going to go look for a new spell, I guess. But if I cant find one, we have plan B. Despite what Damon says," Y/ns voice responded. He then heard the door close and knew she'd left. Why did she start this fire that burned in his chest.?
Damon was pissed, standing there with his arms crossed as he watched her. She managed to convince everyone to go along with plan B, despite the fight, despite the risk to her life. After they gathered all the requirements for the spell, Elena laid down on the table. Bonnie sprayed vervaine water over her while Y/n laid the candles out around the table.
"If you need to stop at any point, tell me," Bonnie said, looking at Y/n.
"If we stop, we die," Y/n said blankly. Damon flinched a bit at hearing that, a ping in his chest hitting before he poured himself some bourbon.
"Are you sure about this.?" Caroline asked, looking at Y/n. She smiled at her blonde friend, a look of confidence in her eyes. Damon had full faith she was more than strong enough, especially with Bonnie's help. But the fear of loosing her was almost enough for him to flip his switch. Almost.
"It's out only way," Y/n said before looking at Bonnie. "You ready.?" She asked before they stood on opposite sides of the table. They held hands above Elena, before starting the incantation. The candles all roared to life with flames, the two witches siphoning the power off them. Damon's eyes never left Y/n, ready to jump in at any sign of danger. But it didn't happen, a little nose bleed was the worst she walked away with. But Elena was protected now, he should feel happy.
"That was intense," Bonnie said, helping Elena off the table. Y/n nodded her head a bit before Damon saw it. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body started to fall. He used all his speed to catch her before she fell, his eyes scanning over her as he picked her up in his arms.
"Y/n!" Caroline yelled, standing by Damon is a second.
"She's breathing still," Stefen said. Damon felt his blood boil, seeing Y/n weak and unconscious in his arms. "She just needs rest," Stefen added.
"She shouldn't have done the damn spell!" Damon yelled at Stefen. "She could've died and for what? I said we would find another way!" He yelled, holding Y/n's limp body. Her heartbeat was loud in his ear, the only thing keeping his humanity. He felt her move close into his chest, carrying her up to his room without a second word.
Y/n woke up in the middle of the night, her looking around before landing on Damon as he watched her. He'd not left for a single second, waiting for her to wake up. She slowly sat up and Damon sped over to her side.
"What happened?" She asked, holding her head.
"You almost got yourself killed," he said, his voice low.
"And?" She said. Damon lost it at that. How could she try and leave him and her only response be and??
"And?? And you wouldn't be here to hate me still! You wouldn't be here to annoy me and you wouldn't be here to fight with me about how stupid it was to risk your life for Elena!" He yelled, feeling everything pour out. He realized he would sacrifice Elena and Kathrine for her, after seeing her almost die in his arms. After wondering when and if she'd wake up.
"It sounds like you'd rather me be gone if all I do is annoy you!" She yelled before he suddenly grabbed her face and smashed his lips to hers. It took her a moment for the shock to wash away before she kissed back. Their lips molded together in a hungry, needful kiss. His hands held her face still as he pulled away, looking into her eyes.
"I can't loose you, princess," he whispered. Her cheeks got pink and warm against his hands, their eyes locked.
"But you.. you love Elena.." she said, the look in her eyes made his heart sink. He did love Elena, right.? He at least cared for her, but did he love her or Y/n?
"Elena isn't you," he said finally, making her look at him. He could see the disbelief in her eyes, but he could also see the hope. He pressed his lips to hers again and she melted into it. He knew he would protect her from anything or anyone.
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I hope you all enjoy this one. I might start a mini-verse for this story under the His Little Witch tag so keep an eye out if you enjoyed!
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! Torture, PTSD, trauma, P in V, Oral (F reciving), rough sex, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, Damon salvatore
Bucky was pacing, trying to tune out the rest of the room. How could they be so calm.? Their sister was taken. They stood around drinking like it was a regular occurrence. They seemed to care more about this human they'd known for less than a year.
"Relax, lover boy," Damon said, breaking through Buckys thoughts. "She's my sister, she'll walk trough that door any moment." He said, taking a drink of bourbon. Bucky stopped his pacing and walked over to Damon, taking the glass and throwing it against the wall behind him.
"Shes been taken and you stand here drinking," he said, his voice low. Stefen stood looking between the boys. "She was right, we never should've come here." He turned to leave when Damon sped infront of him.
"Why are you so sure shes been taken.?" He said, squinting at him. Bucky dangled his dogtags infront of Damon from his fist.
"If she just left, if she was anything but taken, she would have these." He said before walking out to his car. If her brothers wouldn't help him, he had friends that would.
"Where are you going.?" Stefen called, walking down the steps to him. Damon followed, wanting to get revenge for his spilled bourbon.
"I have some friends who will be able to help me find the woman I love," Bucky said, opening the trunk to grab out his go bad with his work phone.
"Damon," Stefen said and Damon rolled his eyes.
"I'll help too," he said, walking over ti Bucky. Bucky squinted at Damon.
"We take my car, I make the rules and no one drives my car except me and your sister." He said, grabbing out his handgun and closing the trunk.
"Fine." Damon said. Bucky walked to the driver side, dialing a number. "I'll bring our sister home, Steffie," Damon said before going and getting in the passenger side.
"Hey, Steve. I have a favor to ask." Bucky said into the phone.
"So where are we going.?" Damon asked as he slid into the passeger side. Bucky was trying to ignore him. "If im going to be able to help, i need to know what were walkong into, Mr. I fought Nazis in the war." Damon said, blinking at Bucky, who let out a long sigh.
"New York. I have some friends who can help hus find her," bucky said as he pulled out onto the road. And he had a pretty good idea where to start looking.
15 hours. The drive was 15 hours and Bucky regretted that he didn't have vervaine. The only thing they seemed to agree on was the radio station, an old 50s channel. But every time Damon opened his mouth, Bucky preemptively would sigh in annoyance.
"Whats the story, pretty boy.?" Damon asked. After a moment, Bucky responded.
"What story.?" He asked, not looking away from the road. They were only 5 hours in and 10 to go.
"You and my sister." Damon asked.
"She fell into my lap on a carnival ride at Coney Island. I was on a date with another woman but when I saw her, no other woman compared. She sure gave me a run for my money too, even after telling me the truth about her. She was the one.. the one thing i couldnt forget, dispite everything they did to ensure it." Bucky explained, more than happy to talk about her.
"Whos they.?" Damon asked.
"Hydra." Bucky said.
"Who.?" Damon asked. Bucky didn't answer back, his jaw ticking slightly. "We need to make a stop." Damon said.
"No stops, we'velost enough time already" Bucky said.
"Unless you want me to feed on you," Damon said with a tight lipped smile.
"Only your sister feeds on me," Bucky said.
"Then we need to make a stop," Damon said again.
"Glove box" Bucky said. Damon popped open the glove box infront of him and saw it had been converted into a blood cooler. "For our road trips when she cant excatly feed on me," Bucky clarified.
"You really love her, don't you.?" Damon asked, looking at Bucky.
"With everything I am." Bucky responded. Damon was silent a moment.
"Why.? After you found out what she was, you still love her. Why.?" Damon asked, genuinely confused as to why a human, how a human, could love a vampire. It also gave him a glimmer of hope that maybe, Elena would be able to offer him the same love.
"Because at the of the day, shes not a vampire or 100 plus years old. She's just.. Y/n." Bucky said, pulling into the gas station as the light started blinking at him. Damon used this time to get a fresh meal behind the gas station while Bucky filled the tank and checked his work phone. Upon seeing the message from Steve, he nearly broke the phone.
"Salvatore, we have to go. Now." Bucky said, knowing Damon could hear him. He was at the car a second later, looking at Bucky as he finished filling up.
"Whats so urgent.?" Damon asked.
"I know where she is." Bucky said
"Great, lets go get her." Damon said, clapping his hands. Bucky glared at him, his carefee attidue too lax for his liking.
"She was taken by Hydra," he practically growled.
"I still dont know who that is." Damon said, squinting at him. Bucky got in the car, Damon folling in suit as bucky started the car. "Who is hydra and why do they have my sister.?"
"Its a trap set for me." Bucky said, glaring at the road as he slammed on the gas. "I swear ill kill them all if they touch her," he said, mainly to himself.
"What do you mean?" Damon asked, his voice dark.
"Hydra turned me into this, into the winter soldier. For 80 years, they tortured me, experienced and brainwashed me and turned me into a killer. But then she found me again, and the second I saw her face.." Bucky let his grip loosen for a moment.
"They tortured and experimented on you and now their doing that to my sister.?" Damon asked. Bucky didnt answer, he couldn't. That silence spoke volumes. Damon sat and stewed on this information, his times in Augustine coming to the forefront of his mind. Maybe he and Bucky had more in common than he thought.
"When we get to New York, when you meet steve and the others. Just let me do most of the talking, only steve knows the truth." Bucky said, cutting g through Damon's thoughts. They were halfway through the trip and had 7 more hours to go.
The floor was cold, she could admit that as much. But that table was colder. They had shot her up with vervaine, her body weak and a lack of blood playing into it all. She could hear someone screaming ans she tried to tune it out but then.. it was her that was screaming. Her body ached from healing and the dick lab coat kept podding at her made it worse. Suddenly the big metal door burst open and crashed into the wall. The figures that came through the door were blurry, but she recognized his face when he came up to her.
"Fuck, darlin," he whispered before breaking open the restraints. He lifted her body into his arms, his smell wrapping around her. "Feed on me, you need to feed," he whispered.
"We have at least 20 minutes, soldier boy" Damon's voice echoed in her ears. Her lips met his neck before her fangs sank into that vien. He held her body up against him, letting her take as much as she needed. When she pulled back, he scooped her up in his arms and followed Damon out.
Damon crossed his arms and leaned against the wall as he watched them all in the living room. These were supposed to be superheros, but he had never heard of them. The avengers. What a dumb name.
"Damon, quit pouting and come say hi," Y/n called. He rolled his eyes before walking over to the group. As his sister introduced him to the room of people, he could hear Bucky in the background.
"Is he.?" The blonde, Steve, said.
"Yes, Steve." Bucky said.
"This is Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Thor, Clint, and of course, you know Bucky." Y/n said. "And Steve next to him."
"Cool, can we go now.?" Damon asked looking at his sister. She made a potty face at him.
"Give me a night to rest, Tony can throw us a going home party," she said.
"Great idea," Bucky said, walking iver and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Come, I'll run you a bath."
"There's a spare room on our floor," y/n said. Damon followed them to the elevator after confirming a party with Tony. A moment of silence passed in the elevator before Damon finally turned to his sister.
"Are you ok.? What did they do to you.?" He asked. He reached forward to touch her when she smacked his hand away.
"You dont want to know, Damon. Its relatively similar to what happened to you in Augustine, so.. Yeah," she said, wrapping her arms around herself. Bucky pulled her into his chest, his lips on the top of her head.
"I kill them all," Damon hissed.
"Their already dead," Bucky said before he pulled back a bit and too her face in his. "I'm so sorry, doll. I was careless and you paid for it." He said. Damon rolled his eyes at this, the elevator thankfully dinging open just in time.
"What room is mine.?" He asked. Bucky pointed to an open door before he went to his and y/n room to prepare the bath. "What do you see in him.?" Damon asked.
"My future, Damon." Y/n said crossing her arms.
"Seriously.? Him.?" Damon asked, gesturing to the hall that Bucky went down. She stepped closer to him.
"Whats wrong with him, huh.?" She asked, her voice low.
"He worked for Nazis.?" Damon said. Y/n slapped him hard across the face, making him actually stumble back.
"If it weren't for him, I would still be some hydra experiment. So, maybe, thank him for saving your sister." She hissed. Bucky had come back out by now and was just listening silently. Damon didn't say anything. How could he.? She was right. And as much as he wanted to be right, this was her world.
"Come, doll. The water'll get cold." Bucky said. It was a lie, but it was able to get her away from Damon.
Bucky sat back against the edge of the tub, his arms around her waist as she fed on him. His hands were massaging her muscles in the hot water, her body melting against his as she pulled away from his neck.
"Let me hold you properly, darlin," he whispered. She nodded, not wanting to speak. He lifted her from the water and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her on her back, crawling between her thighs as his head dipped low.
"Oh, fuck James." She gasped as his tounge slipped into her wet folds. He groaned against her flesh, sucking her clit before kissing her entrance. Her mind was blank as he swirled his tongue inside her. She was sweet in his mouth, he could eat her for hours sticktly for his own pleasure.
"Mmm, baby. You're so sweet" he mumbled before slowly kissing up her body. She was hot under him dispite her blood beeing frozen cold. His lips met hers and she could taste herself on his lips. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," she told him. He slid into her in one breath, the feeling making a her come around him already. He didn't give her a chance to prosses it before he was sliding out and plunging back in. He continued this movement, slowly picking up the pace as he kissed every inch of skin he could reach.
"So beautiful, so perfect," he whispered as he rocked into her. "My pretty girl, so gorgeous darlin," he continued his praises as he brought her to another climax. "That's it, baby, let me make you feel good." He whispered as her body quivered.
"Fu-fuck j-james." She gasped out. He angled his hips and began rocking in and out of her at an inhuman pace. Her skin pickled with goosebumps as he brought out a third orgsm from her, his own ripping through him. Her nails drew blood red lines into the skin on his back as they rode out their highs. He held her all night, finally letting himself sleep when she was out peacefully on his chest.
The party was in full swing and Bucky was on self apointed observation duty. He watched from the railing above the party, his hands clenched. She was dancing with Natasha, that little black fabric was a pathetic excuse for a dress. Her cleavage was shown in that deep swoop neck, her back exposed and it constantly riding up just under her ass. Damon was there too, a little too comfortable with the set of twins rubbing up in him.
"Is he trustworthy.?" Steve asked from beside Bucky.
"All that matters is he wouldn't do something to jeopardize her life here." Bucky said, finishing his drink before he decided to go join her down on the floor.
"James!" She called, throwing her arms around his shoulders and pulling him into rhythm with her and the music. He let himself let go, knowing they were fairly safe surrounded by his friends. His hands guided her hips as they let the music take them away into the night.
Damon saw her from across the bar, his curiosity piqued at how her face seemed to shine in the dark. She sat in the darker part of the room, almost like she was trying not to be seen. But Damon couldn't ignore her or the throb in his chest at her eyes, scanning the room. They met his for a moment, only a moment, but it was enough for him to advance forward.
"You look like you've had a long day," he said, taking a seat next to her. Her eyes fell on his and a soft smile made it's way to her pink lips.
"More like a long year, I was hoping to stay under the radar. Don't want anyone knowing I'm home yet," she said the last part under her breath.
"Used to live here when you were young.?" Damon asked. She bit her lip and absentmindedly ran her finger around the rim of her cup. Her eyes were still scanning the bar before meeting Damon's again.
"Yea, I'm Y/n" she said. "Winchester," she added. A pit formed in her chest at her name drop.
"Damon," he said, smirking at her. "Salvatore," he drawled slowly. Her eyes darted around again, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Damon could tell she was nervous. She hadn't even touched her drink. "Are you ok.?" He asked.
"Uh, yea. Um.. I'm sorry. I know we just met, but I'm trying to keep a low profile for a while. It's been.. a rough year, and it's made me.. a bit paranoid, you could say," she said, her eyes searching his.
"It will be our little secret," he smiled at her. "You wanna have a drink together.?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her with a smirk. There was something about his eyes when he looked at her, something about that feeling he gave her.
"Sure," she said, her fingers grazing his as she grabbed the glass from his outstretched hand. Their eyes met at the contact, a chill going down her spine. There was something in his eyes, the way he looked at her was almost human. "So do you always just randomly share drinks with women.?" She asked, raising her eyebrow at him.
"Only when they look as pretty as you," he said, a warm air falling around them. In that moment it was just them, in that moment nothing else mattered. She blushed, biting her lip as she glanced down a bit.
"Oh, that's a good one," she said, bringing her glass to her lips. His eyes watched the liquid slide past her lips, a drop slipping out the corner of her mouth and trailing down her chin.
"Can't waist a drop, princess," he whispered, his thumb sliding across her skin to collect the drop. Her face heated up, feeling the effects of the alcohol take control. He was about to pull his hand away when her tongue poked out to lick the bourbon from his finger. His eyes locked with hers as his thumb slid across her bottom lip. Her lips felt so soft just against his thumb, he found himself wondering how they would feel on his own.
"Should we order another round.?" She asked, her voice soft. He smirked at her before raising his hand to signal to the barkeep for another round. When his hand came down, it lay just inches from her own, their finger tips nearly touching. It was almost torture for him, he wanted to touch every inch of her skin while she succumbed to his will.
"What shall we toast to.?" He asked, grabbing his drink. She bit her lip looking at him.
"To new experiences," she said, smirking at him.
"With beautiful strangers," He raised his glass to her, clinking them together before taking a drink. She bit her lip, looking around the empty bar before turning back to him. He noticed her questioning look, her cheeks pink from the alcohol and the thoughts in her head.
"You want to go somewhere a little more.. private.?" She asked, biting her lip. A second later, they were slipping into the girls bathroom.
"What are you doing to me princess.?" He asked, pinning her to the wall. His eyes met hers and before she could respond, his lips were to hers. Time seemed to stop as they felt a fire starting to consume them. He picked her up on the sink as her fingers slid in his hair. Their lips moved together in a fiery passion, his hands around the small of her back as he held her against him.
"Damon.." she moaned out, his lips trailing down her neck. His name sounded so good on her lips, he almost didn't want to feed on her. But she also smelled so intoxicatingly sweet, it would be a crime not to. Besides, she's a Winchester.
"Mm, princess," he hummed against her skin, a chill going down her back. His lips met hers again, their hips pressed together. He trailed kisses down her neck before his fangs sank into the vein. Y/n gasped in shock, her head instantly feeling dizzy from the blood loss.
"Damon, stop, please.." she whispered out, trying to push him off. When that failed, she pulled out her small wooden knife and jabbed it into his shoulder. Damon pulled back, groaning in pain as Y/n reached up to stop the bleeding on her neck.
"You stabbed me.?" He asked, glaring at her. Her eyes barely met his as she held her neck, a pit forming in his chest.
"It's nowhere near your heart, you won't die," she said, her breath getting heavy. She wanted to run, to move, but she had no strength due to the blood loss. Damon was in front of her again, his face a mix of emotions. Dean was right..
"But you will," he whispered, making her skin go cold. He looked into her eyes and saw them clouding over, sparking something in him. "One day.." he whispered, before he bit into his wrist and held it to her lips. She felt his blood fill her mouth, drinking it as her neck healed instantly.
"You're not going to kill me.?" She asked quietly. He looked her over before pulling the knife out of his shoulder.
"Don't stab me again, and no, little hunter, I won't kill you," he said, handing her the knife back. She slowly got off the counter, taking the knife back.
"I'm not a hunter, not anymore," Y/n said, looking down at the knife. He looked her over, curious as to what she meant. But when she looked back up, he was gone. It took her a moment to process it all. He could've killed her.
So why did he save her.?
The lake house was cold, a haunting shell of a life she once had. But now her mom. She sighed as she started to gather up the plastic covers on all the furniture.
"Y/n Winchester, you've gotten so big." A voice said. She turned as she saw Liz Forbes, an old friend of her parents, standing in the doorway.
"Officer Forbes.?" Y/n asked.
"It's actually, Sheriff now." Liz said. "Im sorry to hear of your mother's accident."
"Accident.?" Y/n asked. "I know the truth, and I know you know the truth, so dont give me the civilians lie, ok.?"
"I thought you dad wasn't going to tell you about this life," Liz said.
"Yea, well, he's not here to decide that anymore. Just me and my brothers now," Y/n said, wrapping her arms around herself.
"Oh, well. I can show you the full report then if you follow me to the station," Liz said.
So then she was following the sheriff into town, parking in the visitor parking. She sat in her car a moment, knowing she wasn't going to be invisible the second she walked out of the car. No more hiding.
"Come on, this way," Liz said before leading her inside. The hallway trip took a slight detour when Mayor Lockwood recognized her. Then it was to the safety of the office.
"So it was a vampire.?" Y/n asked, looking over the files. "Was it a known vamp.?" She asked, looking at Liz.
"No, it was a new vampire. She was already dealt with by the council." Liz said before Y/n flipped the page and gasped.
"Vickie.? Who turned her.?" Y/n asked.
"We're nor sure. Look, your mother's case was solved but there are many more and with your skills-"
"No, no. Im not here to look into this stuff. Im not a hunter anymore, I just needed to know the truth about my mom." She said, closing the file. "Thank you, Sheriff.." she said, getting up.
"Of course. Let me walk you out," Liz said. As they walked out, they ran into another party. "Ah, Damon, you scared me."
"Sorry Liz, hello again, princess," Damon said, looking at her.
"You two know each other.?" Liz asked.
"Mildly, intimately, briefly," Y/n said, bitting her lip. Damon s.irked at her.
"Your mother isn't here to tell you no, so I will," Liz said.
"Im old enough to babysit your daughter, not be your daughter," Y/n said. "Speaking of, where is she.?"
"Probably at school," Liz said before checking her phone. "I gotta go, look, be careful around him." Liz said, pointing at Damon before walking away.
"What a surprise to see you again, little hunter." Damon said, looking her up and down.
"Dont think im going to be so easy like at the bar, my guard was down. Besides, not a hunter." She said with a shrug before walking out to her car. Damon followed her, practically pinning her to her door.
"If you're not a hunter, then what are you ?" He asked.
"Im Y/n Winchester, I got my GED like my older brother, and I just moved home," she said, shoving him away. "Be gentle with mini baby, she a classic." She said. Damon squinted at her.
"If you post a threat-"
"Damon, look, its respect the whole distrustfulness ok? Its understandable, I mean youre what.? Like almost 200 years old, it makes sense. So here," she said before she slid her arms around her neck and pulled off her vervaine necklace. "Compell me," she said, looking him dead in the eyes.
"How did i know you didn't take vervaine.?" He asked.
"Oh my God, seriously.?" She rolled her eyes before looking around before making a small cut in her hand. "Test me then," she spat. His eyes went wide before he leaped forward, covering the cut with this palm. There was not sting, no vervaine.
"Are you insane.? My brother and I aren't the only vampires in town," he hissed. She pulled away from him and put her necklace back on.
"I can handle my own." She said.
"I could've killed you your first night here." He said.
"That wasn't my first night home, I already told you you caught me at a bad time." She said, before she whipped her and offered on her pants. "My mother had juat died," she said before getting into the car. Damon watched her drive away.
Y/n pulled the blanket tighter as she wat hed the flames flicker in the fireplace. She had seen fire so many times, smelled the mell of a body burning on wood. She should've been used to it. She's dug up bones many times. But never her own mother..
She was thankful the grave was fresh, thankful she had brought her own shovel. Her brothers taught her how to build a proper funeral pyer. How to salt and wrap the remains to cleanse the spirit. She never imagined she would have to cleanse her mother spirit, never thought she would have to dig her body up and rebury her empty casket to avoid suspicion. She never thought she could do it alone but when she watched the final ashes of the fire fall into the embers, her knees hit the grass. A scream ripped though her echoing off the lake. The pain she had been holding onto since she got that call all came out in that scream.
After a while, she drug herself to her feet. She went to mini baby and drove to Mystic Grille, ordering herself a drink..
Modern! Super Soldier! Bucky Barnes x Salvatore! Reader
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! Smut, P in V, Oral (F reciving), rough sex, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, Damon and Stefen being over protective
Y/n was amazed by the lights and all the amazing contraptions. This week was Brooklyn, and the big sparkly sign above her head read Coney Island. She turned to look for him. Fear started to creep in, people pushing past her. She lost her footing and fell right into the warm embrace of a stranger.
"Woah, careful doll," a smooth voice said. She looked up into beautiful blue eyes like the sea after a storm.
"Ah, Sargent James Barnes," she said. He gave her a boyish smile, taking her in in her apricot white dress.
"At your service, darlin," he said, offering a hand. She smiled, her gloved hand slipping into his. "Allow me to be your personal escort for the joys of the night,"
"Why, Sargent Barnes, if i didn't know anything better, I'd say you were courting me," she said. He gave her a wink and kissed her knuckles soft.
"Perhaps I am," he said. God, he always smelled so good, too good. She could hear his heart beat under his broad chest, his pulse under the stubble of his jaw.
"Perhaps I will let you," she said, her dress swaying with her slight movements. "Where would you take me first.?" He held his left arm out to her, his metal arm. She hooked her arm around his, allowing him to lead her through the ticket booth.
"Follow me, darlin, I'll show you the best sights," he said. And he delivered, all the rides, games, and treats she could possibly ask for and more. Then there was the walk on the beach, the breeze, the privacy.
"James.." she whispered, pulling him to a stop. He looked at her, his hands taking hers in his.
"You need to feed, darlin.?" He asked, cupping her face in his hands. One flesh, one metal.
"Yes," she whispered. He tilted his head, his neck exposed for her.
"Anything you ask shall be yours, darlin," he said. Her lips met his skin before her fangs sank into the vien on his neck. He groaned, his hands at her waist and pulling her closer. She pulled back a bit before he picked her up by the thighs, her legs hooked over his hips.
Her back hit the wall before her teeth sank back into his neck. The door to his loft slammed shut behind them, his hands strong as he held her up.
"Mm, you spoil me James," she whispered in his ear. He chuckled before he went to the bedroom with her. His hands had worked her dress off, and it fell to the floor in a pile.
"My little vampire princess deserves only the best," he said, dropping her on the bed. She felt her body blush under the heat of his gaze, a small trail of his blood sliding down his broad chest. He pulled his hair back into a bun, a few strands falling beside his face as he dipped detween her thighs. "Its my turn to feed on you, doll," he said before his mouth met her dripping cunt. Her head flew back into the pillows, his scent completely wrapping around her. It was intoxicating.
"Oh, fuck, James," she moaned out, her body already quivering under him. He took his time on her, kissing and sucking and bitting every piece of skin he could. He gave a sharp bite to the flesh where her thigh met her ass and she shot up, a loud moan coming from her lips.
"Mmm, you taste so fucking sweet. My good little vampire," he said, kissing up her body to her lips. She could taste herself on his tounge, his throbbing length sliding along her wetness. Her tounge licked up the dried trail of blood to the already healing bite mark on his neck. He groaned before lifting her hips a bit and plunging into her. Her legs were over his hips as he held her up against his body, bottoming out with each thrust.
"A-ah," she gasped, falling back into the pillows. He pinned her hands above her head with his metal hand, her legs hooked over his hips as he rocked into her. His hips met hers at an inhuman pace it was a miracle his bed didn't break. Then again, he did have it reinforced for that specific reason. Her moans and gasps filled the loft and echoed in his ears as he brought her to her end.
"We're not done, doll," he whispered huskily, kissing her lips as he rolled his hips into her. "I'll make sure this sweet cunt remembers me for an eternity," he growled before he pulled almost all they way out and bottoming out in a single movement. If she were human, he would've stolen the breath from her lungs. He still had her hands pinned above her head, sliding that silk ribbon he'd left on the bed post just for her. Just for moments like this.
"James, you tying me up.?" She asked him, a slight teasing tone in her voice. He chuckled as he tightened the ribbon around her wrists, topping off with a little bow. The whole time, his hips were rolling into her at a slow and agonizing pace.
"I want my hands free, darlin," he said, sliding his fingers down her arms and sides. She shivered against him, her legs clenching against his hips. He chuckled again, his hips rocking forward and stilling inside her. "You're so needy for me, only i can make this pussy feel good, huh.?" He asked, gently circling his metal thumb on her clit.
"Fuck, yes, James, please, I need you," she gasped out, trying to move her hips to get friction. His hands moved to her hips, holding them still as he angled himself to reach that spot. He pulled out and slammed back in, a scream ripped through her chest as another orgsm hit her. He fucked her through it, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. Her mind was mush with the amount of pleasure he was giving her, her climax coming harder as he relentlessly rocked into her.
"Oh, fuck, darlin, you're squeezing me so tight. Fuck, this sweet pussy. My beautiful vampire," he whispered, buring himself deep into her before he released. Her body quivered and shook under him as he rolled into her with each pump of cum.
After they were both done with their highs, he slowly slid out and getting a warm cloth to clean her. He gently untied her and kissed her wrists before sliding into bed next to her. "I love you," he whispered into her hair as he held her to his chest.
"I love you," she whispered back, a wide smile on her lips as she listened to his heartbeat. She closed her eyes, ready to get lost in this feeling.
"Are you sure about tomorrow.? We dont have to go, I can meet your brothers next century," he said. She giggled, tracing heart patterns on his chest.
"Unfortunately, love, if we dont go tomorrow, we won't go at all. I need to face them," she said, before sitting up on her elbows. "But we can always come home if it gets boring." She said. He pulled her into a kiss.
"As long as im with you, darlin, I'll be happy." He told her. She smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. He held her to his chest all night, them packing up early in the morning.
"Time to go home," she said before getting into the passenger seat.
Stefen was immitately on edge when he saw her walk in, Elena instantly noticing. She looked to see the woman who walked in, her raven black locks bouncing as she walked to the bar, ordering a drink.
"Who is she.?" Elena asked, looking at the woman. She had an off feeling about her, a feeling that told her she wasn't human. She looked almost out of place, wearing a mans red Henley tucked into her shorts.
"Y/n Salvatore. My sister." Stefen said, not taking his eyes off of her. A man walked in behind her, his brown hair in a bun and a metal arm wrapping around her waist. "Him, on the other hand, I don't know."
"Should we call Damon.?" Elena asked, looking at Stefen. But he already had his phone out and pressed to his ear. His eyes hadn't left the pair at the bar as they ordered drinks and laughed amongst themselves.
"Damon, we have a problem," Stefen said into the phone. Y/n turned her head to look at Stefen, smirking at him before whispering to the man. Stefen couldn't seem to hear what she was saying, though. Then the pair walked over to where Stefen and Elena were.
"Steffie, Kathrine." She said, eyeing Elena. "This is James, but you will call him Bucky," she said, grabbing the man's metal hand and pulled him closer to her. He kissed the top of her head, deciding to let her do the talking.
"Im not Kathrine," Elena said, shaking her head and looking at y/n.
"What.?" Y/n asked, squinting at her like she was speaking a forien language.
"Im Elena, her doppelganger," Elena clarified. Y/n looked her up and down, then looked at Stefen.
"That's creepy," she said.
"Y/n," Damon said, drawing everyone's attention. Y/n turned to see him standing there, bewilderment in his hes. She smiled at him, she'd always been closer to Damon.
"The one and only," she said. He smiled and held out his arms to her. She ran over to him and hugged him tight. Bucky watched with a cautious optimism.
"Welcome home little sis," Damon mumbled. An hour later the rest of the Mystic Falls gang sat in the Salvatore parlor. Y/n sat on Buckys lap, his metal arm around her waist and his flesh one tracing patterns on the exposed skin of her thighs.
"So, how long have you two been.. together.?" Caroline asked, trying to break the silence. The air was tense as both Salvatore brothers looked ready to kill the man that sat under their sister.
"Since the 40s. Its a long story," she said, her fingers tracing the grooves of the silver metal arm.
"Whats with the arm.?" Tyler asked.
"Its my reminder of the war, my own personal.. 'metal of honor' for surviving World War 2," Bucky said, looking him dead in the eyes. A momentary silence followed.
"Damon was in the civil war," Elena said, trying to add to the conversation.
"Yea, I heard. Fighting for the wrong side," Bucky said, looking at Damon.
"I mean, it's not as cool as fighting Hitler," Damon said, smirking at him. It was a challenge. That much was clear.
"I didnt say I fought Hitler, did I.?" Bucky asked, looking at Y/n on his lap. He was ready to go toe to toe with the older Salvatore brother.
"Don't, please" she asked, looking into his eyes. He gave one last look to Damon before kissing her cheek, relenting.
"As you wish, darlin," he whispered. "I'll do anything for you, you know that," he whisperedto her, dispite knowing he was heard. She shook her head at him, turning away to hide her blush and that creeping smile.
"Awwe," Caroline said. "You two are so cute," she said, her hand on her heart. So far, she was Y/ns favorite. A fellow vampire and she had spunk.
"What are you.?" Bonnie asked, squinting at Bucky. "You're not exactly human, are you.?"
"No, witch, he's not. Hes a super soldier," y/n said, glaring at her.
"Which means what excatly.?" Jeremy asked from his spot between Tyler and Matt on one of the other couches.
"He's basically like a vampire, but he's not immortal," Y/n said, looking at Jeremy.
"Good, so i can kill him," Damon said, smirking at Bucky.
"You touch him, and I'll rip your heart out," Y/n said, her vampire face showing. She had her hands wrapped tight around his metal arm, her knuckles white. Bucky shifted her on his lap, turning her face to his.
"Hey, no one is going to take me from you again," he whispered, stroking her cheeks. Her vampire features slowly melted away, that fear dissapating. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.
"Ok, I never agree with Damon, but if you don't stop with this" Stefen said, gesturing at the way she sat on his lap."i will personally help him," he said, crossing his arms. Y/n rolled her eyes, standing up and taking Buckys hand in hers.
How dare they.? She was their sister, and they sat her here like some common criminal to be interrogated. And treating Bucky like that.? They had no idea of the hell he went through.
"We're going out," she said before practically dragging Bucky out the door. He pinned her up against the door of his car, a black '69 camero. She felt like everything was glosing in, her vision going red. If she just flipped the switch..
"Fuck them all, darlin, they dont know about us," he said, holding her face. He was the one to always ground her. To bring her back to reality. He was her humanity.
"I just.. wanted them to like you.. or at least be happy for me. But instead, their both just so wrapped around the finger of a girl who shares a face with the evil bitch who turned us all into what we are," she said, tears slipping from her eyes only to be wiped away by his thumbs.
"I'm sure they are happy for you, darlin. You're their little sister, though, their only sister. They are going to be wary of anyone close to you," he said, looking into her eyes. She huffed out a laugh, shaking her head at him.
"How am I so lucky to have you.?" She asked, her hands moving up to his neck as his slid to her waist.
"Darlin, I'm the lucky one." He said before opening the door and helping her in. He looked over at the door where Stefen and Damon were watching him at the door. "Dont worry, I'll have her back at reasonable time." He called.
Later that night, they were alone in her en suite bedroom of the Salvatore house. She was straddling Buckys lap, his blood dripping down her chin from his neck. His hands were guiding her hips up and down onto his, a loud groan escaping his throat. Her hands were on his shoulders before she pulled away from his neck, just as he rocked his hips up into her.
"Fuck, doll, you're so perfect," he whispered, taking her mouth with his and tasting his metallic blood on her sweet lips. He bounced his hips up into her as she came hard over him, her body quivering. "Good girl, let me make you feel good." He whispered before he flipped them and pinned her into the sheets.
"Oh, fuck, James," she moaned out as he snapped his hips forward onto that spot. Her vision went white hot with pure pleasure, the way he knew how to take control. His dogtags were swinging, lightly smacking onto his chest. Her fingers gripped his forearms, another crashing tidal wave of orgsm washing over her. He burried himself deep in her throbbing and spasmimg cunt and filled her up with his warmth. He rolled his hips as she came around him, letting her ride out her high before helping her to the bathroom.
"You're brothers are actually going to kill me," he whispered as he looked her over. They were standing under that hot stream of the shower head, her body covered in marks that only he was able to leave. She pulled him in for a kiss, her finger hooked in the chain of his tags.
"They will have to get through me first," she whispered against his lips. He chuckled into the kiss, his hands on her hips. They went for a round two before continuing their joined shower. After they were washed and dirtied and washed again, he watched her as she went through her clothes in her closet.
The closet she hadn't touched since she was human. In 1864.
"I need a new wardrobe," she said, skimming through the old, dusty dresses. Bucky walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "These are all old and outdated."
"I dont know, I would love to know how you looked like in the 1800s" he said, looking at a blue one with white lace
"Only if I can see you from the 40s." She said, turning in his arms to face him and wrapping her arms over his shoulders.
"Deal," he whispered. "Let's go shopping, darlin," he whispered into her ear. His warm breath wafted over her skin and she shivered, grabbing some joggers and one of his shirts.
"Let's go shopping," she said.
They had been there for a few weeks and already got a taste of the chaos that was Mystic Falls. Stefen had eventually come around about Bucky, seeing how happy he made his sister. Then Kathrine came to town and decided to mess with the Salvatore sister. Y/n was straddling Bucky in the parlor when she came in.
"Ooh, how scandalous," Kathrine said when she saw the pair. "The little Salvatore getting manhandled behind her brothers' backs.?"
"Go to hell, bitch," Y/n said before she went back to Buckys waiting lips. His hands were guiding her his to grind against him, the friction not enough, and too much.
"Why don't we all have some fun.?" Kathrine asked suddenly behind Bucky and sliding her hands down his chest. Y/n sped around the couch, pinning Kathrine to the wall and shoving a splintered piece of wood through her stomach.
"You may toy with any other human in this town, but you keep your filthy slut hands off of my human." Y/n spat. Bucky walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He gently pulled her back, a soft kiss on her shoulder.
"I'll take it a step further." Bucky said, looking at Kathrine. "If I see you again, I'll rip your undead heart out myself," Bucky said, walking over to her and yanking the steak out violently. Kathrine was gone in a gush of wind, replaced by Damon standing in the doorway.
"Get in line, lover boy, I'll kill that evil bitch long before you" Damon said, walking over to his shelf of bourbon. He looked like he was a tightly wrapped wire, ready to snap.
"If she comes near my girl again, I'll put my hand through her chest." Bucky said, cupping Y/ns face in his hand. "Literally," Damon squinted at him for a moment, looking between the two of them.
"You drink bourbon.?" Damon offered, pouring two glasses. Maybe he should give this guy a chance, for the sake of his sister. Only for her.
"I enjoy it, yes," Bucky said, walking over to Damon who held it out to him. Stefen and Elena showed up and looked around the room. The slightly moved couch, the papers that flew onto the ground, the bloody wooden steak.
"What happened.?" Stefen asked. He looked at Damon to Bucky to Y/n.
"Kathrine," they said at the same time. Y/n went and flopped down on the couch, sighing to herself.
"I'm starting to miss Brooklyn, " She muttered, sighing softly.
"We can always go back, darlin. Its all your decision." Bucky said, moving and lifting her legs into his lap as he sat down.
"So, wait, why was Kathrine here.?" Stefen asked, still on that topic.
"To fuck with our lives, and proclaim her undying love for you," Damon said, sitting in the arm chair next to Buckys side of the couch. Y/n sat up and rested her head on Buckys shoulder, his arm wrapping around her back. The door swung open and Bucky and Y/n jumped up and turned to see Caroline and Bonnie.
"Jumpy, are we?" Damon asked, looking at Bucky. He glared at him, his metal fist clenched tight.
"You just let anyone and their brother walk in here.?" Bucky asked, giving him a look.
"Not like we can keep them out," Damon said, stepping up to Bucky. There was a slight, but noticeable hieght difference between the two.
"Have you tried getting creative.? You do have a witch in your back pocket after all," Bucky said.
"I'll show you creative," Damon said, his vampire face showing. Before anything could happen, Y/n stepped between them.
"Both of you stop," she said, looking from Damon to Bucky. Damon was still glaring daggers at Bucky, but he was looking at her, his face soft with guilt.
"Hey, why don't you come with us to go dress shopping.?" Caroline asked y/n. "We've got this dacade dance coming up and well, if you guys are still here you're more than welcome." She explained.
"I would love to" y/n said. She looked at bucky who already had his black platinum card held out to her.
"Get yourself something nice darlin, to make up for me being an ass," he whispered, that boyish smile on his lips.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you," he said before he slipped his dogtags off his neck and slid them over her head. "Be safe, darlin," he said, his face serious.
"Dont worry, she'll be safe with us," Elena said, walking over and hooking an arm with y/n. Bucky watched them walk out, leaving him in the house with the brothers.
"I'm gonna call Ric." Damon said. "If the girls are gonna be girls, then the guys are gonna be guys." He said with a shrug.
Damon and Bucky had been going shot for shot, drink for drink, currently sitting across the coffee table from each other. Ric and Stefen were only there to make sure they didn't kill each other.
"So, not only do you guys have a sister, but she's also dating this guy who's human but born in the 40s," Alaric asked, looking at Bucky.
"I'm a super soldier, I'm human, but everything is enhanced. Sound, sight, smell, touch, taste.." Bucky said, looking at Damon while thinking of y/n. "I'm stronger than humans, faster, quick healing." He added with a shrug, looking back at Alaric.
"Do you still age.?" Stefen asked
"Yes," Bucky said.
"Then how do you look so young.?" Alaric asked.
"Cryo-sleep," Bucky said, he jaw ticking. His metal fingers clenched and unclenched. Why were they gone so long.? Was his girl ok.?
"Cryo, what.?" Damon asked, making a face at him.
"It's something that sleeper agents used to do back in Russia. Back during the war," Alaric said.
"What, are you some kind of history teacher.?" Bucky asked, sending a glare toward Alaric. What was his purpose here anyway.?
"Yes, I am." Ric said, offened.
"Wait, Russia during the war.? You were in the war. Are you a Nazi.?" Damon said, standing up. Bucky stood up too, rolling his shoulders slightly.
"Nope, Brooklyn. Born and raised. You may know your sister, but you know nothing of what we have gone through together. You have no idea the things i had to go through just to make it back to her in one piece, so dont pretend to be the scary big brother. I've fought and killed scarier things than you," Bucky said, getting closer to Damon. The room was quiet, Stefen,ready to have to stop the boys.
"Hey, we're back!" Caroline called as she came in the front door. Bucky turned but panic immediately set in when he didn't see her.
"Where is y/n.?" Bucky asked.
"She said she was coming back here," Elena said. "Is she not here.?" She asked, setting her bags down.
"No." Stefen said.
"Where was the last place you saw her.?" Bucky asked, his fists clenched tight at his sides.
"The Grille," Caroline said. The group went to the grille and Bucky looked around. He almost missed it, almost. But outside by the entrance to the alley were his dogtags. The ones he'd placed around her neck.
"Someone took her." He said, his breath heavy. His flesh hand held those dogtags tight, lucky they were metal, and didn't bend under the pressure.
"We will find her." Stefen said, trying to stay calm.
"I'll kill whoever took her." Damon said.
"Get in line," Bucky said.
Ooooh boy. That was a fun one. I wonder who took Y/n.. 🤔
It couldn't have been a worst time for her phone to ring. Her hands her elbow deep in a bowl of almost bread dough, her Playlist being interrupted by the ringtone she set for Steve.
"Answer call," she said, starting to pry her hands from the sticky doughy mess.
"Hey," Steve's voice came through the phone. "We need you." He said.
"Steve, its dont do missions anymore." She said, managing to get a hand clean of dough.
"Its Buck, he.. the winter soldier.. look we just need you, ok.?" Steve stammered on. She picked up the phone, grabbing her keys and abandoning the raw dough as she left the apartment.
"Im on my way," she said. When she got to the compound, the dough and flour had dried and crushed on her arms and hand.
"Whats on your arms.?" Natasha asked as she walked in.
"Dough, I was making bread. Where is he.? What happened.?" She asked.
"We were working on trying to free him from the code words and well.. it didnt work." Steve explained. "Thankfully I can take a hit or two from a super soldier." He said.
"Where is he.?" She asked again. Steve lead her to the room where he was. She could tell a fight had happened by the state of the furniture. But his eyes. They were watching her from the corner of the room. "I got it from here, Steven." She said, closing the door behind her and trapping the two in the dim light above.
"You shouldn't be here," he said, his voice low. But it wasn't buckys voice. It was the winter soldiers.
"Well, you're right. I got a dough ball waiting on my counter." She said walking closer. His eyes watched her as she approached.
"Don't," he said. But she didn't listen. She never listened. He had backed himself into a corner too.
"James, come back to me," she said. Reaching up and cupping his face.
When he didn't pull away, she brought her other hand up to the other side of his face. His eyes closed as she leaned up and pressed her forehead to his. He relaxed into her touch before he crumbled to his knees. His arms were wrapped around her and his face was jn her abdomen. She was lightly playing with his hair, doing her best not to get dough in it. His breathing was labored still but slowly coming back to a regular rhythm.
"I told them not to call you.." he mumbled against her shirt. She dropped dor her knees infront of him as he sat back on his heels. "I told steve it was a bad idea.." he cursed, looking at his hands. Her hands slid into his and he finally noticed the crusted dry dough on her arms. His fingers gently traced up to her elbow where the flour line stopped.
"Hey, look at me," she said. He looked up into her eyes, his already red and brimming with tears. "Its going to be ok, you're back. Ill always be here to bring you back." She said. He reached out to her a bit gently pulling her closer as he moved to sit on his ass. She straddled him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, his arms around her back as he rested his forehead on her chest. His body shook slightly under her as he let the silent sobs leave his chest.
"I.. did I hurt anyone..?" He whispered. She huffed out a laugh, tracing patterns on the back of his shirt.
"Steven has a bruised reputation as the strongest super soldier," she said. That earned a slight laugh from him. But he still sat there, his arms around her back and his face in her chest. Slowly, he slid her off his lap and they got up.
"I made a mess.." he said, looking around the room.
"This is nothing, you should see my kitchen," she said. He looked at her and let put a soft chuckle before pulling her into his chest.
"Thank you, darlin, for bring me back" he whispered. She leaned into him, kissing his cheek.
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! Dark content, Talks of cheating, Mean Steve Rogers, P in V, Oral (F reciving), rough sex, Dubcon, noncon (kinda?), Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier
He was never supposed to make contact, never supposed to step into that appartment, never supposed to know what she tasted and smelled like. He was supposed to watch, learn and report. The first 112 days were pretty boring to say the least, her schedule fairly regular. She woke up at 5 am and went to bed at 12am, usually after meds and some wine. Then the 113th night, the meds didnt work. Neither did a full bottle of wine. So when those both failed, she tried something else.
The soldat was confused at first, zooming in with the scope and watching her through the open window with the audio device in his ear. What he saw alone was enough to stir something in his groin.
She lay there completely bare, her legs wide with one hand between her thighs. But then the sounds she was making, the soft moans and gasps that slipped past her finger covered her lips.. He felt the tactical pants get tighter as he watched her, the poor girl, getting so close only to let out a frustrated sigh. She couldnt get the job done. Of course she couldn't.
"God dammit!" She huffed. She got up and got dressed, throwing in her shoes and heading out. Where was she going.? Bucky followed her in the rooftops, her slipping behind an alley.
"Hey, you called for a doctor," some guy said. She handed him was looked like a roll of money and he slipped her a pill bottle. "1 is more than enough for sleep, much stronger than that other stuff," he told her.
"Thanks." She got another bottle of wine on the way home, taking one pill and half the glass. She got off her clothes and fell face first onto her bed.
The next night was different as well. She had someone over, a blonde male. He watched from the scope as they sat on her couch with the wine.
"Thank you for coming over, I just couldn't do another sleepless night alone." She said.
"Of course, im surprised you called me though. Thought you were still pissed," the guy sajd.
"I am, but you're decent company," she said. He chuckled before his phone rang. "Who is that.?"
"Natasha, I gotta go." He said quickly getting up.
"Seriously.? She says jump and you ask how high.?" She said, sitting up.
"Its not like that, she needs my help." He said. She waved him off, grabbing th winde bottle and cracking it open.
"Is that what she said last time.?" She spat, venom laced in her words. The soldat felt them through the mic.
"That's not fair, you can't keep hating me for that."
"Can't i.?" She asked.
"No, I made a mistake. Get over it," he said, walking over to her.
"A mistake.? You fucked her! In the god damn kitchen! Stark still has the recording!" She said before she shoved him.
"Yea, you know what? She smells better than you, now she needs my help with this assignment that you forced your self onto." He said, looking down at her. The soldat found himself other up his aim, his fingers hovering over the trigger.
"Go," she said and the soldat unfocused his aim. The door slammed without another word and she was left in the apartment. The soldat zoomed the scope in on her, soft sobs leaving her before she took one of the pills and downed her wine. She then slipped out of her clothes and settled into the couch cushions. The way her couch was angled, her heals up on the coffee table, he had a full view od everything. Her fingers slid between her folds and he felt that same tightening in his pants.
The scope aloud him to see every dripping inch of her cunt as she desprately chased that feeling her fingers just could reach. Poor sweet girl, she was so desprate for that feeling of release. The soldat heard something that made his pants tighten more. Her moans.
"Ahh, please.." she whimpered. Her body buzzed as her fingers worked her swoolen bud before she let out a struggled whimper. He watched her cunt desperately clench around nothing, an odd fire burning in his chest and groin. "Fuck," she cried out, pulling her hand back and dropping her knees together. She stood up and walked past the window, pausing for a moment as she shuddered.
Her eyes turned towards him, scanning around. He sat up from the scope only slightly, watching her.
She couldn't see him right.? She shook her head and walked off to her bedroom, grabbing that pill bottle. She poured another glass of wine.
"You're crazy, Y/n." She whispered, taking a second pill for the night with some more wine. She propped herself back up on that couch and her heels on the table. Her head rolled back, and her knees slumped together.
He shouldn't have slipped into her balcony door. He shouldn't have eased himself between her proper up thighs. She was completely gone though, her breath heavy and her cunt dripping.
Just a taste, he thought. He growled into her, her pussy so much sweeter than he could have imagined. Only the softest moans slipped past her lips, the pills effects mixing with the wine to keep her at his mercy. His tounge slipped deep into her pussy, her walls fluttering around his tounge. He licked up to her sentive bud, two silver fingers slipping into her needy hole. She was already so close, his mouth working her clit and his fingers reaching deeper than hers ever could hope. Her walls clenched desperately around his fingers as she came in his mouth. He let her ride it out before her carried her to bed, tucking her in before he left.
The next night she had a red head over, the two sitting and drinking wine together. He could still smell her, still taste her, as he watched her. He had hoped the red head woman would leave so he could have another taste of his forbidden midnight treat.
"I think your paranoid. Steve just broke up with you and you're working this case with us. You probably just created some fantasy in your head," the woman said.
"Yea, that is exactly what Steve said." She said, shaking her head. "I swear, it was real. Someone was in my apartment," she told her.
"And they didnt want to take anything or kill you, no thy just wanted to get you off.?" She said.
"Whatever, don't believe me." She huffed.
"Anyway, I gotta go." The woman said.
"Yea, no, I'll just get murdered then!" She said, throwing her arms up. She sighed and bit her lip, glancing around her apartment. "Ok, mr mystery dream guy, prove me right.." she whispered. She disappeared into the bathroom, her bedroom door closed. The window in her bedroom fogged up, the heat and steam from her shower drifting out.
The cool air quickly melted away the condensation on the glass as he slipped into her bedroom. He could hear the water running, him taking two of her pills and tucking them into a pocket for later. He was going to just slip right back out when he saw her black lacy under garments. Those he also saved for later.
He watched her from behind the scope as she curled up on the couch again, in just her towel. She watched some TV show before passing out. So he slipped back in, enjoying her fresh shower body.
Then on the 200th night of watching her, having enjoyed and devoured her many nights. Those two pills he had kept were crushed up in her glass while she was washing up. She hadnt been able to tell he was there, watching from her balcony.
Or maybe she wanted him to be there.?
That had to be it. Why else had she chosen to strip right then and there.? Why else had she proped her self up to give him a perfect veiw of her touching her sweet little cunt, not even trying to get herself off.? Why else had she left the door unlocked before she fell into her sheets.?
He should have left it like that, leave the balcony and finish the mission. But the tightness in his pants was persistent. And he was suddenly in her house, smelling her sweet white peach body wash again. It went straight to the tent in his pants, her bare plump ass on full view for him. He should've walked away, but he was on a mission all his own. One he needed to finish. His knees sunk into the bed, him not really care if he woke her or not.
"Ty moya.(You're mine,)" he said before his hand gripped her ass cheeks and spread them apart before he attached his mouth to her tight little hole. Her body responded, her cunt clenching around nothing. Poor thing. He licked a long stripe from her clit to her ass, his tounge dipping deep into her wet heat. Soft moans left her lips as he devoured her sweet pussy, just as he had before.
That should've been the only line he crossed. But she was just so ready for him.
"Chto mne delat'?(What am I to do?)" He asked her. She was still sleeping soundly, a slight wiggle in her hips drawing him in. He removed his pants, just enough to free himself before he slipped deep into her soaking cunt.
"Ah.. ah!" She gasped, waking from her daze. He grabbed her hands, pinning them behind her back and securing them tight in binds. His hips were slapping against her ass, her pussy tightening around him upon waking. "N-no, a-ah, st-stop," she gasped out. His metal hand grabbed her mouth as he rutted into her harder.
"Ty prosila ob etom, dorogaya, bednaya devochka ne mogla otdelat'sya ot etogo.(You were askin for this darlin, poor girl couldn't get herself off)" He whispered in her ear. She could feel herself coming around him, her body shaking. "Vidish', kakaya nuzhdayushchayasya malen'kaya pizda. Nuzhen byl moy chlen, chtoby zapolnit' tebya, a?(See, such a needy little cunt. Needed my cock to fill you up, huh?)" He said. Her eyes rolled back as he lifted her off the bed, her back on his chest. His metal hand wrapped around her throat as he fucked her tight little pussy.
"Wh-who ah- are.." her voice trailed off as her eyes rolled back. She couldn't really care anymore. Maybe this man would kill her when he was done. Or worse, he would keep her.
But fuck, did he hit the right spots. He was her Mr mystery dream guy, he was her secret stalker.
"Please, dont stop," she gasped out, realizing he was right. She did want this, wanted to be his to use.
"Khoroshaya devochka(Good girl), mmh yebat',(fuck)" he groaned in her ear. He dropped her back into the bed, pinning her down with his metal hand. Her pussy fluttered around him, another orgasm ripping through her.
"A-ahh," she gasped out as he hit his own high. He emptied his balls deep inside, each pump sliding him deeper into her cunt. Her body shook before he pulled out, shooting a string of cum onto her pink little hole.
"My ne zakonchili, kukla,(We're not done doll,)" he said before he shoved his head into her ass. The lubrication from his cum allowed him to slip into her tight hole.
"N-no, no not there," she said before he slapped her ass with his metal hand. The sting on her plush cheek mixed with the taring pain of her ass. He shoved his massive length into her, not giving her time to adjust as he rocked into her. Her pussy, even after being filled, had begun to feel empty as he fucked her ass. He could feel her opening up for him, sending him over the edge again. He pulled out and she collapsed on the bed. He was leaking out of both her holes, an image he commited to memory.
Memory, ironic since he knew she would be wiped from his mind. He had to find a way back to her, to make her his again and again. He pulled something from one of his pockets, picking her up by the throat and placing a hard kiss on her lips, slipping it around her neck.
"Ostav' ikh sebe, ya vernus' za toboy.(Keep these, I'll come back for you.)" He said. And then, with a snap of the ties, he was gone. She was indeed whipped from his mind, but something deep in him remembered her smell. Remembered her taste.
He sat there in the glass cell, waiting for his fate to be decided. He didn't even know his own name, but he knew he had a life. He had to have had one, if he believed the article about him in the museum. He didn't know anything really, just stories of a man he might have been.
Until she walked in.
He knew she was there, he could feel her watching. When her feet stopped at the edge of his cage, his eyes finally met hers. Maybe she was one of them.
"Do you.. remember me.?" She asked. He squinted at her. Should he.? Her face wasn't familiar in the slightest. But then the glass door to his cage slid open. And he caught a whiff of the sweetnest of her white peach smell.
Thats when it came back to him. The way she smelled, the way she tasted, how she felt wrapped aound him. Her.
"Yes," he said. Her hands reached forward and freed his flesh hand before moving to his metal one. He watched her step back, giving him room to step out.
"I.. kept these.." she said, pulling out the dog tags he had placed around her those couple years ago. He reached out and took them, reading the name on it before wrapping the chain around in his fist. He pulled her toward him by the chain, leaning in and inhaling her scent.
"Good girl." He said. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement, quickly moving her behind him and catching a bullet in his metal fist.
"Belaya vdova,(white widow)," the man said. He was looking at her. Thankfully, her opening his cage had raised the alarm way before he got there.
"Drop it!" The agents shouted before the man was surrounded.
When he had her alone again, he pinned her against the door of his new room. His lips explored her neck as his hands tore she poor excuse for a shirt off. He lifted her by her ass and drops her on his bed. The soldat had thought about this since that first night, now Bucky Barnes got to fullfil it.
"Strip," he said, and she instantly obliged. She left the dogtags on, them resting between the swell of her breasts. He leaned down, grabbing a ribbon and tying her hands to the bed frame. "Such a good fucking girl for me. You know I've not forgotten your sweet sweet taste tgese years.?" He asked, dropping to his knees after removing his clothes.
"I haven't stopped dreaming about you," she whispered before he roughly ripped open her thighs and dipped his head down. He groaned against her, pleased that she tasted even sweeter than he remembered. Her moans were even better too, her voice louder now than when she was asleep.
"Fuck, baby," he growled, kissing nipping and biting up her body. She was covered in bruises in seconds as he thrust into her. She felt him hit her deep in her core, the breath leaving her lungs as she came. He didn't wait, sliding out and slamming back into her. His metal hand wrapped around her throat and his mouth covered hers, drinking her moans. His hips rutted into her at an inhuman pace, surprised the bed didnt break.
"Such a needy cunt, huh.? You been missing me this whole time. Missin my cock in this tight pussy.?" He whispered in her ear. She nodded, her back arching.
"Yes, oh, God, yes," she moaned out. She had lost count at how many times she had came that night, her pussy overstimulated. He fucked her endlessly, finally emptying his balls in her senstive and needy cunt as the sun broke through the window
"You're mine," he whispered, untying her and pulling her against his chest. They laid there for a moment before sharing a shower and a quick round two.
Bucky watched her cook, them the first ones awake. The rest of the team joined, each greating her and then him. That is until Steve came out. Natasha and Wanda both exchanged looks that didn't go unnoticed from Bucky.
"Hey Buck, good yo see you setling in. Can I speak with you.?" He asked, looking at her. He didnt give her a chance to answer, grabbing her forearm and dragging her into the hall. Bucky squinted at them.
"What the deal with them.?"
"Like 4 years ago, they were dating until he cheated and broke up with her." Natasha said.
"He had tried getting back with her but she told him she was waiting for someone," Wanda added.
"Fuck you, Rogers!" They heard from the hall before a loud echoing door slam. Steve walked back in, a massive red mark in his cheek.
"What happned.?" Natasha asked.
"None of your buisness Romannoff." Steve said, looking at her. She put her hands up defensively.
"Look, you left her ok.?" Natasha said. "We made a choice together and she still doesnt look at me, so just give her time,"
"Yea, but then when i try and apologize and get back with her.? She sleeps with someone else, no, no. A Stanger came in to her apartment and fucked her. She doesnt even know his name, but she waiting for him.? Like some sick, twisted fantasy," Steve ranted. Bucky felt an odd sense of pride.
"Tell me you didnt say that to her," Natasha said, crossing her arms.
"What else was i supposed to say.? Was i supposed to lie.? Tell her to go find this mysterious stranger.?" Steve snapped back. "Buck, what would you do.?"
"About what.?" He asked, like he hadn't been thinking of punching his best friend for merly thinking about his girl.
"Y/n and I were together, we broke up-" Steve said before he was cut off momentarily.
"After you cheated," Wanda said, her arms crossed.
"Yea, yea, then she gets fucked one night by some.." Steve looked at Natasha for help.
"She called him a mysterious lover," Natasha said, looking at Steve.
"Thank you. Then, she tells me that shes waiting for this guy," Steve said.
"It sounds almost.. romantic dont you think.?" Bucky said, thinking back to that first night. Wandas eyes went wide and she looked at Bucky. "Besides, you did it to her." He added.
"See, a real gentleman. Barnes, why dont you be extra chivalrous and go save our damsel.? She should be in the gym locker room" Natasha said. Bucky quirked an eye at Wanda before he got up and went to find her. He needed to make something right.
Y/n had just gotten into the hot water of her shower when she felt the cool metal of his arm around her waist. His chest met her back as his lips trailed down her neck. She leaned into his touch more as he stepped into the water.
"I waited for you too, darlin. Kept thinking about you, if you were still.." he whispered. He didnt need to finish his sentence, she knew what he meant.
"Is Steve right.? Am I twisted for feeling this way.?" She asked, not facing him. "Are we.?"
"Steve has only been in love with one girl, darlin," he whispered. He kissed and bit at her neck, rubbing her lower abdomen with his silver fingers.
"What about you.?" She asked. "Have you ever been in love.?"
"Once or twice, you.?" He whispered, kissing along her neck.
"I dont.. know what love feels like." She whispered. He slipped into her, making her gasp.
"I'll teach you, darlin," he whispered, rutting into her. Her hands held onto the tiles as his metal hand held up her hips. "I'll show you how a real man loves a woman," he whispered before he pulled out and flipped her. "A real man looks at you to admire your beauty," he whispered, hiking her legs up over his hips as her back hit the wall. "A real man takes his time to make you feel good," he said, cupping her face.
"Y/n.?" Steve's voice called through the locker room. "Hey, can we talk.?" Bucky slipped into her, and she had to bite down on his shoulder to stop her moan from slipping out. Her hands dropped to hold onto the shower rail as he rocked into her.
"Wh- what do you want, Rogers.?" She called, bitting her lip as Bucky smirked. "I-I'm busy," she added. He was hitting that spot perfectly, the sounds of their skin meeting covered by the running water. His pelvic bone was hitting her clit in perfect rhythm.
"I just.. are you feeling ok.? You sound off.?" He said. She had to burry her face in Buckys shoulder as he rolled his hips up into her. He hadnt stopped, endlessly fucking her tight cunt.
"Can we just.." she felt herself getting close. "..talk later.?" She asked, as he peppered kissed along her neck and shoulder.
"Uh, yea, sure." Steve said before he left. Bucky chuckled low, the sound revervrating in her body as he rutted so deep into her dripping pussy.
"Good girl, just like that baby." He whispered as she came around him. He pulled her lips to his as he emptied his balls into her pussy. "So pretty, so perfect." He whispered before sliding out and helping her clean up. They managed to sneak out of the gym, walking back into the living room.
"Buck, mind if I speak with her alone.?" Steve asked. His jaw tightened and he crossed his arms.
"Its ok," she said, glancing at Bucky. He walked to the kitchen and watched them in the living room hall. "What do you want.?"
"I want you to give up this fantasy of this creep coming back for you," Steve said. "Give me a second chance, give us a second chance." He said grabbing her hand. She pulled away from him.
"A second chance for you to sleep with Natasha again.? I can't even stand here without hearing the two of you." She said, crossing her arms. "Besides, what does it matter who i wait for.?" She asked.
"It's twisted! This guy stalked you and broke into your apartment to have sex with you." Steve said.
"At least he likes how I smell," she spat. He glared at her, hyper aware of Bucky still watching. "Are you jealous that another man got to taste me.? That a other man is 10, no 100 times better than you.? Or its it just because I waited for him and never for you.?" She asked, turned to walk away.
"Waited.?" Steve asked.
"What.?" She asked, looking back at him.
"You said waited, what? Has he actually come back.?" Steve asked.
"Yes, he did, actually. So if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to my apartment to see him," she said, turning and walking out, glancing at Bucky on the way.
"What the hell is wrong with her.? Do you think this guy is like hydra or something.? Maybe shes being mind contoled." Steve rambled out, not realizing the guy he was talking about was his best friend.
"Or maybe she actually has a point Steve," Bucky said. "You broke her heart and someone else came in and picked up the pieces." He said before he grabbed a beer and went to his room where he slipped out the window.
Y/n sat in her couch, the curtains of her balcony blowing to reveal Bucky. He wondered if she was still here, pleasantly surprised that she was. It still smelled like her as he made his way to sit beside her. She instantly straddled him and looked goon his eyes.
"I want to know what it means to be loved by you," she whispered. He slid his hands up her back and brought her in for a kiss. Her body moved closer to his as he lifted her off the couch and carried her to the room.
"I'll show you. I'll show everyone youre mine." He whispered before laing her onto her sheets. "You smell so sweet, darlin," he whispered into her skin. Her body was hot under the heat of his gaze and finger tips. "Mmm, such a good girl," he praised, slid I pills his hands along her skin.
"James.." she moaned out. He quickly removed his clothes and propped her legs open over his hips. He plunged deep into her dripping core in one.
"Fuck, doll, so perfect for me." He said, rolling his hips into her as he stretched her open. She was wrapped around him like a vice, squeezing him perfectly.
"Ja-james.." she moaned out. Her back arching as he braced his hands on the headboard. He was slipping in and out of her wet folds with such a naughty sound, her fingers slid into his dark locks as his lips met hers. Oh how she loved to be at his mercy, how she loved the way he took control of her body. She was his long before they shared their first kiss and she knew it the moment she saw his eyes on hers.
"Fuck, darlin," he groaned, his hips snapping forward as she hooked her legs around him. His hands slid down her arms and sides, her hips angling against his as he sat back on his knees."This tight little cunt, mm, all mine doll." He said, sliding in and out of her at such a pace that his balls were hitting her ass with a loud and echoing slapping sound.
"Fu-fuck, ja- ahh" She gasped out, her body quivering against his as he hot that one spot. Her mind was mush, his hips slamming into hers at an incredible pace.
"Such a good girl, this is all you needed huh.? Your pretty pussy filled with my thick cock.?" He asked, his fingers leaving bruises on her thighs.
"Y-yes ja-james, o-oh f-fuuc-" her mind was blank, her body melting under his as a white hot orgasm ripped through her. He leaned down, bitting her collarbone and leaving a mark before moving to kiss her lips. She tasted so fucking sweet.. His hips rolled into hers as he emptied his balls in her, his own orgasm coming over him.
"You're such a good girl for me, such a perfect pussy." He whispered as he rolled his hips with each pump of his cum. After he was finished and satisfied, he slid out of her disappeared into the bathroom before he came back with a warm damp towel to clean her up. After they were both clean, he slid his boxers on and crawled up her body.
"Stay with me," she whispered.
"Of course baby," he said as he pulled her toward his chest. She rested on his chest, finding the best sleeo she had in a very long time. But Bucky didnt sleep. Not a wink.
No, he watched her.
Steve watched them from the living room, his arms crossed over his chest. They seemed to have gotten intimately close overnight, and he couldn't stand it. Bucky had his metal arm around her waist while she tried to make coffee. She was all smiles and giggles, and Steve had enough.
"What the hell.? Thought you hated the kitchen.?" He asked, drawing her attention.
"Guess I found something to like about it," she said, shrugging and looking at Bucky. He smiled at her, pecking her lips.
"When the hell did you two start seeing each other.?" Steve asked. Bucky shot him a look before answering.
"About 3 years ago," he said. Steve looked like he was putting the last pieces of the puzzle together.
"You.?" He asked. "You were the mystery creep.?" Steve asked, moving around the island. Bucky moved her behind him as Steve got closer.
"Jealous.?" Bucky asked, stepping up to Steve. The air was thick enough to choke on, and she was suffocating
"James, come on." She said, her hand in his wrist. Bucky allowed her to pull him back a bit. But just that simple gesture sent Steve over the edge.
"Yea, Buck, why dont you go drug her again so you can fuck her.?" Steve asked. Bucky stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw ticking before he turned and swung his right fist into Steve's face.
"Dont fucking talk about her again," Bucky said, looking down at Steve. He went back to her and they left to the gym. Steve got up, looking around the room as everyone quickly went back to what they were doing. He decided that maybe a gym session was in order.
The team had all gathered in the gym to watch the two super soldiers duke it out. Y/n had tried and failed to separate them a few times and now had to watch. They had been going for about 27 minutes before Bucky stepped away. Steve looked ready to keep going, but the look in his friends eyes stopped him.
"Enough, Steve," he said, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
"Why him.?" Steve asked Y/n, looking past Bucky at her.
"Because he makes me feel wanted," she said, her arms wrapped around herself. Bucky looked at her, his eyes soft. "He makes me feel human, again." She said, looking right at him. Steve glared between the two.
"You know what, you two are made for each other." He spat before he left the gym. Bucky walked over to Y/n and pulled her into a kiss. She could taste the blood in his lip, but she didn't really care.
Her body shook against the tile of the locker room shower. His metal hand covered her mouth, keeping her moans in as he rutted his hips into her. Her walls clenched around him as she came for the 4th or 5th time during their secret shower session.
"Keep you voice down, doll, someone might walk in and hear you," he whispered, his hips snapping up against hers. Her ass was pressed firmly against him, him watching it jiggle with each thrust. Bucky hadn't stopped his movements, not faltering for a second.
"Ja-james.. i-i ca-can't.." she gasped out.
"Yes you can, darlin," he whispered in her ear. His hips rocked against hers in such an inhuman pace as he hit that spot deep in her core, her body shivering with pleasure as he brought her to another climax. "Good girl, just like that," he whispered. Her hips rocked against his in perfect rhythm. "Youre so beautiful, darlin, such a perfect pussy for me," he whispered against her neck. His flesh hand wrapped around her abdomen, holding her hips against his as his metal hand moved to the shower wall beside her head for leverage.
Her hands moved from the wet tile to reach back and hold his upper thighs as he pounded into her. "Fuck, doll, you take me so well. So perfect for me," he praised moving his hands to hold her hips. Her hands shot back uo to the tile as he ramed into her core, definitely leaving bruises on her cervix before he came inside of her. She pressed her hips into his, pushing him deeper into her as he slid his arms around her waist. "That's it, baby, so beautiful, so perfect" he whispered, peppering kissed on her neck and shoulder before slowly pulling out. He held he up while her knees wobbled, helping her wash up under the still warm water.
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! Heart break, nightmares, sickness, P in V, Oral (F reciving), rough sex, Bucky Barnes, congressman Barnes, mild assault! (Saved by Bucky)
Valentina had set them all up, pinned them against each other. So when they escaped the incinerator, they thought it would be fine. While Yelena, Ava, and Walker were arguing, a van crashed into the front entrance. The window rolled down to reveal Y/n.
"Belaya vdova," Yelena muttered.
"I was, once. Now are you coming.?" She asked. Bob was the first to load into the back of the truck, Yelena and Ava up from and Walker in the back with Bob. They thought they were home free.
But fate had other plans, so now they sat around in an abandoned building tied up by Bucky. Alexei, Ava, Yelena, John and Y/n, all trying to convince him to listen to them about Bob.
"What are you doing with them.?" Bucky asked, his voice a low hiss as he looked at Y/n.
"I'm getting tied up apparently," she said, holding up her rope bound hands.
"Im serious. You walked away, you got out," he said, looking into her eyes.
"Im doing what needs to be done to stop Valentina," she said. "I'm doing what you won't, James," she added. The familiarity of his name on her lips made his jaw tick.
"Don't start," he said, before pulling her over to sit next to Yelena.
"Wait, do you two know each other.?" Yelena asked, looking between Bucky and Y/n. Bucky walked back to the door, his phone in his hand.
"They used to date," John said.
"Walker," Bucky snapped before he got a phone call.
"Used to.?" Ava asked
"Its complicated," Y/n snapped.
"The Winter Soldier and the White Widow. Your children would be Winter Widows," Alexei whispered, looking at her. She shot him a look that made his skin go cold. After that, things ended up going a little sideways.
They all went up against Sentury, amd lost. Went up against thr void, won. Then Valentina tricked them into following her into a press conference ending with them all in the watchtower as the New Avengers as Valentina so graciously put it.
The team could sense a tension between Bucky and Y/n, the air always thicker when the two of them were in the same room. They never faught. Never argued. But they were constantly battling, never with words. Today was no different.
Y/n had music playing over the loud speakers, spatula in hand as she danced around the kitchen in her black bodysuit tucked into her pajama pants. Yelena was singing along with her, grabbing down plates to help her serve.
"You really know how to dance, Y/n," John said, leaning against the kitchen counter. His eyes were drifting over her body, her curves especially.
"Careful, Walker. Remember what happened last time you got caught staring.?" Yelena warned, remembering how Bucky took it out on him in their next training session.
"I'm not afraid of Bucky. Besides, Y/n is a single woman who makes her own choices, right.?" John said, winking at her. She stabbed a knife into the counter right in front of his face with a sickeningly sweet smile.
"I can make my own choices," she muttered. "And you're definitely not my first, second or last choice," she said before pulling the knife and and sliding it back into the block. Bucky came in a moment later, his eyes landing on Y/n.
"Morning," he said plainly.
"Breakfast.?" Yelena asked. After they all ate as a team, they had to go to their mission briefs. Valentina had all of them on different assignments, some were staying like Alexei, Yelena and Bob. But Bucky had an assignment in DC, along with his congressman duties. Ava had a special assignment in New Jersey tracking down a rouge operative. Y/n and John were on an assignment together, a simple recon.
Simple, with Walker.? Didn't exist. When he got a little too cocky, they got exposed. Under heavy gunfire while waiting for evac, Y/n took more shots than she'd realized. It hadn't hit her until they were climbing out of the jet at the watch tower. She could feel the blood loss, the sway in her step.
"What the hell was that, Walker.?" She shouted when they got into the hall. She shoved him slightly as Yelena started down the hall toward them. She was glad Bucky was still in DC, he surely would've made this a bigger issue.
"I was trying to follow the mission," John said, getting into Y/n's face. He hadn't realized how bad the damage had been, too focused on being a hero.
"You got us caught! We took on bullets because of you! Fucking hell, Wal-" she was cut off with a white searing pain in her abdomen. She hunched over, holding her side before pulling her hand back to see dark crimson soaking her hand.
"Shit-" John muttered as Y/n stumbled back, Yelena catching her and looking at John.
"Help me get her to med bay!" She snapped, John taking her other side and helping her to the med bay. As they carried her, she muttered something about not telling James before she passed out.
Bucky had gotten back two days after Y/n and John, walking into the kitchen that morning. The instant silence that formed when he walked in, his eyes scanning the room like they'd done many time before. But she wasn't here, wasn't dancing in the kitchen, wasn't yelling at Alexei for changing her music or threatening John for staring.
"How did the recon mission go.?" Bucky asked John, grabbing a cup for coffee. Maybe she was in a debrief or just sleeping late. Yeah right, he thought.
"Fine," John said, not looking up. He answered to quickly. Too short. Like hed been waiting for that question, like he'd been planning on how to lie through it.
"Where's Y/n.?" He asked. No one answered him, everyone avoided his gaze. He squinted at them all just as the elevator dinged. He was seconds away from going off, the distraction a welcome one.
"Are you bullying the team again, James.?" Y/n asked as she walked into the kitchen. But she was different, she wasn't dressed for the day. She was in her lazy clothes. Her favorite black joggers and his old Henley he didn't realize she still had. Yelena gave her a warry look, which she ignored to reach up and grab a cup. She wasn't able to reach, though, not able to fully extend her arm. Bucky grabbed out her favorite cup, making her her coffee the way he knew she liked.
"So, Y/n, you're up early. You sure you got enough sleep," Yelena asked. Y/n shot her a look, knowing she wasn't talking about sleep.
"Yep, feel like I could take on a whole team of New Avengers," she said, raising an eyebrow as Bucky handed her the cup hed just prepared for her. They exchanged silent looks and glances before he took his own cup and left the kitchen.
"What the hell? You're not fully recovered, you should be resting still." Yelena snapped, when she was sure Bucky couldn't hear even with his advanced hearing.
"I'm fine, I heal faster than you anyway," Y/n said, sipping her cup and closing her eyes at the taste. "Mmm, James always made the best cup of coffee.." she whispered silently, looking at the caramel colored liquid. It felt bittersweet seeing herself reflecting in the shine.
She did miss him. That cup make her realize how much, her heart breaking just a little more as she went to curl up in the arm chair with her coffee and turning on the news. She was about to tune out, melt into her coffee and the warm memories of his arms. But when his name and voice came from the TV, her head snapped towards the screen.
"Congressman Barnes, due to the latest success from your campaign, all of new York is wondering. Is there a lucky lady who you get to share your success with.?" The news reporter asked. He looked at the woman, the mic, then the camera and for a second, if felt like he was looking at her. His eyes staring through her as she sat on that recliner.
"No comment," he said. Y/n felt her skin go cold, the steaming cup of coffee in her hand turning to ice in a second before she set it on the table and got up.
"Im going for a walk." She said, the air turning cold for a second as she left before suddenly warming to regular temperature again. Yelena watched her leave before turning to John.
"Ok, so, you say they used to date," she asked him.
"Who, Bucky and Y/n.?" He asked.
"Yes, the only two not in the room." She said. "What all do you know.?"
"Well, they've known each other since before the Avengers, they were together before the blip and after.." he said before shrugging.
"Who messed up.?" Ava asked, the whole team listening in.
"As far as I know, they just drifted. He disappeared for 5 years but she.. she was still here," John said. The room was silent.
"That's rough," Bob said, breaking the silence.
Y/n had been tossing and turning all night, an unusual sweat forming on her skin. This wasn't supposed to happen, she was human yes, but only partly. Her father made sure of that, unknowingly giving her more than one of his 'gifts'. Her internal body temperature was normally never above 70°F, so when 110°F showed on the little screen, she knew she had to get to med bay. The pain in her side had gotten worse, every breath, every movement. She couldn't even slip on a shirt over her head, deciding it was late enough to go out in her sports bra and yoga pants.
"Where you going this late.?" A voice startled her as she tried to walk to the elevator. She turned, instantly finding his eyes, years of finding them in the dark coming in handy.
"Gym," she lied. His eyes scanned her and lingering on her midsection, she realized he saw it. He rose, walking over to her. She backed away from him, her back hitting the wall and a hiss leaving her lips.
"Is that from the mission.?" He asked, his eyes locked on hers. He knew her better than to expect her to have told him. But he could see something was still off, the sweat on her forehead, the flush of her cheeks, the stutter in her breath. The way she swayed as if she was struggling to stand, dispite the wall being sturdy behind her.
"Recon went sideways, John tried to be a hero. I'll be fin-" she said before a dizzy spell hit and she fell forward into his arms. He instantly caught her, almost being burned by how hot her skin was.
"Jesus, your burning up, Doll," he whispered. His metal hand went to her forehead and she nearly moaned at the cool touch, leaning into it. "I'm taking you to Med Bay," his voice was fading as he scooped her up in his arms. He carried her like she weighed nothing, careful of her wound.
Yelena and Ava sat back and watched the two, amused and mocking. Bucky had found out that John screwed up the recon, leading to Y/n being stuck in bed to recover. So naturally, he went extra hard on him during training. He was not holding his punches, not really.
"Bucky, enough!" John yelled, putting his hands up. Bucky didnt listen, instead tripping Walker and sending him to his ass. He stepped toward him and leaned over him, his body tight and breath heavy.
"Next time you try to play hero, make sure its only your life you're putting on the line," he said, his voice low and eyes dark. Murderous. He walked out without another word and Yelena went over, offering him a hand to help him up.
"I might have devered that one," he said, taking her hand and letting her help him up.
"Might have.? You definitely deserved that," Ava said. "You're actually lucky Y/n is beyond human and heals faster otherwise, it would have been her life," She said.
"She's right," Yelena said. When they all got upstairs, they were confused to hear music playing, a familiar voice singing along. Y/n was in the kitchen like she normally was, slightly swaying to the music. Bob sat at one end of the counter, spinning in his chair before he saw the group. He waved at them briefly before going back to spinning.
"Come for breakfast, training day requires you to refuel." Y/n said, turning to them. Bucky was watching from the door frame, his arms crossed as he watched her. He had that same cold, dark look in his eyes, one that radiated off him.
"Are you sure you're good to be up.?" Ava asked, walking over to her. "I mean, aren't you still-" she tried saying. Y/n lifted her shirt to shower her practically fully healed wound.
"Yep," she said, dropping the shirt. "I heal faster, remember.?" She said, before handing a cup of coffee to Bucky. It was the subtle gestures like this that almost made them forget the heartbreak that still hung in the air between them.
Almost.
"Why did you two break up, you're like the perfect couple.?" Bob asked. Y/n turned to him, a look in her eyes before she just walked out. Buckys jaw was tight, his eyes locked on that cup in his hand.
"Its complicated," he said before he left too.
"Nice one, Bob," John said.
"What? It doesnt make since unless one of them did something." Bob said plainly.
"I bet it was Bucky." Ava said.
"Definitely Bucky." Yelena and John agreed. Things were tense between the two after that, the rest of the team barely able to breathe due to the tension. Wheather it was a side comment in the kitchen, or the broken training equipment when they spared, or the way they both looked at the other like they wanted to kill and kiss them.
Things came to a head when Alexei had made everyone come drink and do team bonding. Bucky sat across from her, her ignoring him as he stared at her. Her outfit wasn't purposely revealing, it just happened to end up that way. Her shirt had an open back and a low enough neckline to leave one wondering. Her legs were bare up to those shorts, having them innocently crossed under her as she sat on the floor between Ava and Yelena.
"I say, we play a high stakes game," John suddenly said, looking at Yelena. See, the past week the two had been conspiring to get the two lovers to make up. For the sake of the team.
"Something like, never have I ever.?" Yelena said. Y/n shot her a look and she returned an innocent smile.
"Yes, I like this never I ever, how do we play?" Alexei said.
"Yeah, I'm not playing." Bucky said.
"Come on, Barnes, don't be an old man!" Yelena said. Y/n rolled her eyes, stretching back with her eyes closed.
"Ooh, I actually think my bed is calling me." She said. She went to get up when Yelena practically tackled her down.
"No! Just one round! Come on!" She begged.
"Ok, ok. just get off. My goodness," she said, pushing Yelena off. She stood up and walked over to the bar, reaching over and grabbing a bottle. "But, everyone has to play. Bob, James, that means you," she said before grabbing a bunch of shot glasses. Bucky had been staring at her backside, those shorts too revealing for his liking.
"OK. I'm game," Bob said, holding onto his arms a bit. Y/n came around, handing everyone a shot glass. She started with John and ended with Bucky, filling them up as she went. Her eyes locked on Bucky's and there was that familiar warmth behind them.
"OK, so the way you play is you say never have I ever shot a gun, and if its something you've done, you drink" Yelena explained.
"I'll go first," John said. Y/n had returned to her spot across from Bucky between the girls. "Never have I ever.. driven a motorcycle," he said. Bucky, Yelena and y/n all drank.
"Then my turn, yes.?" Alexei asked.
"Yea," John said.
"Let see," Alexei said, thinking. "Ah! Never have ever i worked for Valentina!" He said.
"You work for her now so shots all around!" Y/n said, leaning forward and pouring more shots. Everyone drank before it was Bobs turn.
Poor, sweet, clueless Bob.
"Never have I ever.. been married. " he said, innocently. The usual two drank, John and Alexei, but then Y/n drank and so did Bucky.
"Wait, were you two married.?" Yelena asked, looking between the two.
"Still are," Bucky said, his eyes on Y/ns. She squinted at him, the dam finally breaking.
"Oh, are we.? I mean when I didn't hear from you for 5 years.?" Y/n asked, the air suddenly suffocating.
"You mean when everyone had been snapped away.? Its a little hard to get cell reception." He said, leaning forward.
"You came back! And you didn't call! I had to bail you out with him!" Y/n said, sitting up and pointing at John. "And what did you tell me? After I stayed in our apartment for 5 years, alone. Waiting, praying, for you to come home. What did you tell me.?" She asked, looking him dead in the eyes. He was at a loss for words, his mouth dry. The pain he saw in her eyes, the pain he had caused, he felt more guilt than he ever did for the winter soldier. "You told me that I was better off without you, that you were bad for me. And you just walked away. You broke my heart, James." She whispered the last part, the words hanging in the air like a broken chandelier. She put her untouched shot on the table, got up and left. After Buckys shock wore off, he got up and left, going to his apartment in DC. He figured she needed space, from him.
"Nice one, Bob," John said.
It had been 3 days since the drinking games incident. Bucky had been in DC, tending to congressman duties and preparing for the gala this weekend. Y/n had made very few appearances, mainly staying in her room and sometimes the kitchen. Yelena was searching the couch cushions that morning for the remote when she pulled out a little pocket picture book.
"Whats this.?" She asked, standing up and showing it around.
"Let me see that," John said. She handed him the book and he looked it over. "This is Buckys," he said before flipping it open. There were two pictures side by side. One of Bucky and Steve in the 40s at Coney Island, the second one was them older, pre-blip. Then the next one was of Y/n and Bucky, smiling into the camera. "They looked so happy." John said, showing the picture to Yelena. The rest of the team came over to look through some of the photos.
"That's not yours," Y/ns voice cut through as she walked over. She took the picture book from John, carefully closing it and tucking it away. "Wheres Valentina.? I was told she need to see me," she said.
"Yes I do. I need you to go to the Gala this weekend. Congressman Barnes needs his wife to make an official appearance." Valentina said as she walked in. She look in Y/n's appearance, 3 days clothes and unwashed hair. "You look like shit, you need a shower."
"Go fuck yourself," Y/n said with a sarcastic smile.
"You're going to the Gala, so take a shower, have an orgasm and get your shit together. Your husband is a congressman and you will be there this weekend." She said, smiling before waving and walking out. Y/n smiled and put up a finger on each hand as she walked away.
"You know what.? What if we had a girls day.?" Y/n asked, looking at Yelena and Ava. They both agreed and Y/n went to get changed. She untucked the picture book and smiled sadly at the pictures. She saw their life together in pictures; her in his kitchen in his shirt trying to cover the camera, him in her bed with Alpine on his chest and a book in his hand, them on their honeymoon. A realization dawned on her as she looked through the pictures, the ones that he held onto this whole time.
He never let go and dispite the heartbreak of him leaving, being so close to him was so much worse. She realized she missed their life, their early mornings, their lazy afternoons, walking Alpine in the park. She missed him.
"Hey, Y/n. You ready to go.? I got us a taxi," Yelena called from just beyond her door.
"Yeah," Y/n called, quickly changing and putting her hair up. She followed Yelena out and met with Ava at the car. They went to the spa, went shopping, Y/n even got the perfect dress for the gala.
"So we're walking back to the tower." Ava asked. "On such a hot day."
"Sun is good for you," Y/n said as she smiled to herself, feeling a wave of nostalgia. She used to walk this way with Wanda and Natasha, now her new sisters walked behind her.
"So, that dress. Its going to kill Barnes." Yelena said, looking over at Y/n.
"Quite possibly."
The night of the gala had come and she stood infront of the mirror for about half an hour. She was almost about to call it all off but that little picture book on her bed gave her hope. That little picture book with the initials JBB stamped into the leather. That picture book that held their life.
"Holy shit," Walker said when Y/n walked out. The rest of the team was staring ar her as well. "Bucky will actually have a heart attack when he sees you," he said, lookig her up and down.
"You look hot," Yelena said. Y/n shook her head, holding that matching clutch that held her side piece and that picture book. "Go get your husband," she said.
Bucky had that fake smile on, not really paying attention to anything anyone said. He couldn't focus on anything but her all week. As soon as this Gala was over, he was going to race over to her and ask her to forgive him. To take him back. He was in his head when a murmur came near the steps. He moved where he could see better and nearly dropped his glass..
Y/n felt everyone watching her as she walked down the steps, her eyes focused on her footing. She had been looking for him but couldn't make him out in the crowd, b lining for the bar instead. She was not even one drink in when some creep came up to her.
"Hey, gorgeous. Let me pay for that." He said, gesturing to her drink.
"Hey, genius, its an open bar," Y/n said, sipping her drink and ignoring him.
"Such a rude mouth for a lady, maybe I should wash it out for you." He said, stepping closer.
"If you don't back up, I'm going to break your hand," she said. "I'm married." He smirked, his hand finding the top of her thigh slit and slipping against her soft flesh.
"I don't see a husband, love," he whispered, his breath on her neck. Her body suddenly froze, a sick feeling in her stomach. Suddenly, he was ripped away followed by a loud cracking sound.
"Keep your filthy fucking hands off my wife!" Bucky suddenly said, standing infront of Y/n. Security came over as Bucky adjusted his cuff. "Take him out, no one's allowed to touch a woman like that," he said.
"Right away, Mr. Barnes," the security garud said.
"Thank you, Mike." Bucky said before turning toward Y/n. "Are you ok, doll.? I should have been faster," he said, looking her over.
"I'm fine, James." She said, hushed and hurridly as people started watching them. He looked her in the eyes for a moment too long. "Ask me to dance," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Care to dance with me, darlin.?" He asked, his hand out to her. She took it with a smile and let him lead her to the dance floor. Their body's easily fell back into rhythm within each other. "I miss you, doll," he whispered.
"Don't do this, not here," she whispered back. "You walked away," she added.
"I know, and its haunted me since." He whispered. His hand was on the small of her back, his metal one wrapped gently around hers. "I miss you in my kitchen, in just my shirt. I miss your laugh, your smile. I need you doll," he said, looking into her eyes.
"You have no idea how unfair this is." She whispered. He pulled her closer his hands on her hips as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"Move in with me," he whispered.
"What.?" She asked, looking into his eyes. Was he serious.?
"You're my wife, I need you in my bed every morning, barefoot in my kitchen and in every aspect of my life. I will spend forever making up for letting you leave," he told her, looking inti her eyes as he guided her perfectly to the music. God, how could he still make her feel like that.? The way her body responded to his touch, like she was finally whole again.
"Ok. Take me home, James," she whispered, feeling that warmththat came from him. He smiled like she'd given him the world on a golden platter. And in his eyes, she had.
"As you wish, Mrs. Barnes."
Bucky pinned her up against the wall, the door slammed shut behind them in a haste to get inside. His hand started at the top of the slit before sliding down her soft flesh, his fingers hooked around the band of her thong, sliding it down her soft plush thighs.
“I missed you so much, doll,” he whispered, his lips trailing kisses down her neck. She gasped out soft, her hands on his shoulders. Her body shivered against his familiar touch. “Say my name, darlin,” he whispered, his hand sliding up her inner thigh.
“James,” she whispered in his ear. He growled low before he dropped down to his knees. His hand held her thigh up and open with his metal hand. Her hand reached back to brace on the marble of the kitchen counter, his other hand pulling back the thigh slit more. His mouth claimed her for his own again, the apartment filled with her sounds of pleasure. He took his time on her, making sure to savor her taste like it was his last meal.
“Mmm, doll, you still taste so sweet.” He said, standing up. He slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it drop to pool around her feet. She still wore her heels as he picked her up by the back of the thighs and slid her onto the counter.
"Do you care about this shirt.?" She asked, her lips against his neck.
"No, why.?" he asked but instead of an answer, she simply tore the shirt open. He chuckled against her lips before she started staining his chest and neck with her lip stick.
"I need to feel you," she whispered in his ear. He quickly undid his pants and let them drop to his ankles, kicking his shoes off in them before he picked her up off the counter and carried her to the room. Her back hit the bed sheets as he slid her heels off and let his briefs hit the floor.
"I love you, Y/n," he whispered as he crawled up between her thighs. She sat up and crashed her lips to his, her legs propped open around his hips.
"I love you, James," she whispered against his lips before he slipped into her. They shared a breath, a heartbeat as he bottomed out. She gasped, her eyes on his as their hips moved together in rhythm.
"You're so perfect,darlin," he whispered as he rolled his hips against hers. "My gorgeous wife," he praised, his metal hand braced against the headboard while his human one wrapped around her back.
"I missed you so much, James," she whispered into his ear. She was close, he could tell, he was too. "My loving husband," she whispered. He groaned, rocking into her and holding her close to him. They were both nearing their ends, her walls fluttering around him and bringing him deeper.
"Fuck, darlin," he groaned, her legs hooked tight around his hips as he came deep inside. He peppered kissed along her shoulder, neck, jaw and cheek to her lips. They rode out their highs before he cleaned her up, wrapping her in the covers. "God, I'm never letting you go again," Bucky whispered into her hair as he held her against him. His fingers traced along her arm as she drifted to sleep, him following soon after.
Y/n woke up in his arms, half shocked that he stayed and the other half glad he did. She tried slipping out of bed without waking him but his metal arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. She let out a giggle as he pulled her onto his lap.
"Where you goin'.?" He asked, his voice low and raspy. She almost melted into him, his Brooklyn accent thick in her ear.
"I was gonna make some coffee," she whispered as he pulled her down for a kiss. She kissed him back, tasting him again.
"Mm, coffee sounds nice," he hummed against her lips. She smiled into the kiss, before squirming out of his grasp. He watched her move about the apartment just a thong and his shirt that she ended up wearing last night.
"Shit," she muttered, looking at her phone. "We gotta get back to the- hey!" Bucky had come up behind her and plucked her phone out of her hand. "James, give me my phone back, Valentina-"
"I will deal with Valentina, I haven't had you barefoot in my kitchen in so long, I'm savoring Every. Last. Second." He whispered, stepping closer to her as he spoke and peppered kissed against her cheeks to punctuate his words. She found it so hard to argue, especially when his veto to go to the watchtower was seconded by a little meow. Y/n scooped up Alpine with a wide smile before grabbing down their cups.
"Whatever you say, Mr. Barnes." She whispered. He walked over as she set Alpine on the counter, Bucky wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. Everything felt like a dream.
"Mrs. Barnes," he whispered, his breath brushing her ear. She giggled, and he felt that warmth spreading through his being. He gave Alpine a good head scatch before stepping back to admire the view. The way she moved around the kitchen like shed been here the whole time, making them coffee like she used to. He had her back.
This is a little universe that I am creating. There will be more parts that will act as separate stories but all in the same timeline. I hope you enjoy!
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! Torture, PTSD, trauma, P in V, Oral (F reciving), rough sex, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier
Let me know if I missed any warnings
The red room. That was where they had met. He was there to train one of the first strings of widows, being paired up with the very best of them. She'd been taken when she was young, sold out by her mother at the ripe age of 21.
Belaya Vdova. The White Widow.
That's what they called her. Of course she'd be a perfect spar, pair, partner, to the winter soldier. Right.?
He'd been the soldat for about 10 years now, his past life already a distant memory he couldn't see. Of course, the feeling was still there, burried deep in his chest. A distant warmth that bubbled just below the surface, a warmth she seemed to raidate.
They were evenly matched. She was quick, precise, evasive, but he was patient, deliberate, strong. They would always seem to tie, stale mate, one for one. The perfect balance of Hydra and the red room. They were built to be machines but at the base of it all, they were human. And humans had feelings.
Humans had needs.
He was there for a month. Only a month. But it was long enough for one lonely training night to turn not so lonely. For her warmth to boil something out of him. For his touch to ignite something in her chest. They had already been close in other physical ways, what was one more.? What was one emotional oulet going to hurt.?
He was patrolling the halls, sleep being the one thing to elude him. As he walked past the training room, he saw her. She was in a black sports bra and spanxex training pants, her skin glistening in the moonlight under the beads of sweat. Something changed in him, something small, something almost familiar. Just a spark.
But it had him moving into the room. She instantly turned at the noise, a throwing knife flying at his face. He caught it with ease and precision in his left hand, her chest moving up and down with each heavy breath. His eyes watched the motion, dark hungry eyes as the knife hit the ground with a soft clatter.
He was a hunter, she was his prey and he was suddenly ravenously hungry. Tonight he would feed, he'd give into that need. Tonight, she would be his. If only for tonight.
If only forever.
"Watch your form," he said simply, walking closer to her. She could feel his breath, his warm body close to hers. His hands moved her body into the correct position before he stepped back and got into his own fighting position. She wasn't looking for a fight, but he looked like he was. So she would give him what he wanted.
"Fine," she whispered, before they began to spar. It was just like every time before. She was just small and quick enough to slip under him but he made up for it with his strength and patience. But something was definitely different this time. Something about not having all those eyes on them, something about the idea of them getting caught. He had her pinned to the glass, the snow falling hard outside. His metal hand was around her throat, her legs wrapped around his waist. They shared a heavy breath, one beat, before their lips were crashing in a firey hunger.
"Stay quiet," he whispered in her ear, before they wound up on the ground. It was purely physical need, the way their bodies tangled with each other. His hands guiding her hips onto his. Her hands on his chest as she rolled her hips against him. His eyes watched her a moment before he flipped them to take control. His metal hand pinned her hands above her head while his other hooked under her leg to keep it up by his hips.
"Fu-fuck," she muttered, loud enough for only him to hear. She was filled with him, his hips snapping forward and rolling against hers at such a pace she was sure to have bruises. His hands moved to her hips, him sitting back just enough to watch her as she finished. It was hard, crashing over her like a monsoon. He didnt stop, though, he went harder. Faster. Her body arched, her fingers digging into his wrists.
"Hold on, we're not done yet," he whispered in her ear. He had flipped her, her pinned over the vaulting horse. His hands gripped her hips as he rocked into her. If the horse wasn't bolted down, it would be bending under the pressure of their weight. He kissed the back of her neck, picking her up by her neck.
"Ah, i- ah" soft moans left her lips as his hands slid over her soft skin. Her back was flush against his chest before he pinned her to the glass. His hips rolled and rocked forward, his hand over her mouth as his lips left kisses on the back of her neck.
"Come on my cock," he growled. His hips snapped forward, her plush ass bouncing against his hips. She came again, hard, shaky, needy. Her eyes filled with tears as his hand held tight on her mouth. When his end came, his lips crashed to hers again. She drank the noises he made, this kiss less hungry and more about the need. His warm liquid slipped down her thighs and behind her knees. He helped her get her clothes back on, his fluid sticky on her legs and setting deep inside her as she went back to her resting quarters.
A reminder. She was his.
They had managed to keep their little nightly affair hidden, it changing something in them. Every time he held her, or filled her with his cum. Every time she rode him, each kiss, each touch. Each whispered praise and soft spoken word. It was becoming less physical. It started slipping dangerously into emotional. They would linger together, after they were long finished, just holding each other. She reminded him of something that he was before the winter soldier, while he reminded her of something they could be.
There was something unspoken but undeniable between the two, a connection. Something pure, something raw and warm. It was becoming harder to keep up the act, harder to hide that he was holding his punches. It was getting harder for her to hide her gazes, her lingering touches. They were at risk of exposing themselves.
One day, she had to go up against the subject known as The Mountain. The Soldat had to stand and watch, his fists clenched tight as his sides. The Mountain was ruthless and brutal, landing several hits to her torso and head. As much as it pained the soldat to see her hurt, it would be far worse if he exposed them now. She would probably be killed on the spot and erased from his mind. So, instead, he made a plan. He would get her out.
They would escape.
The fresh falling snow was the perfect cover, the broken glass window in the training room was the only sign they had left. It had been hours, they shouldve been freezing. Her skin seemed to turn a slight shade of blue, but they weren't cold. And they couldn't stop. They had to get to the town. He could see the faint light of the small village that was miles from the facility. There was a cabin, intact but abandoned on the far side of the little town. It was good enough to wait out the storm. There were old clothes still hung in the closet, them wrapping themselves up.
"James," she whispered. He turned to her like she had burst into flames. That name. That was his name. But how did she know it.? Hell, he didnt even know it. Not until it was whispered off her lips.
"How.." he asked.
"I.. heard it. In your head." She said. He looked at her a moment before he was infront of her in two strides. He took her face in his hands, looking into her eyes.
"Say it again," he whispered before he kissed her lips soft. Each utterance of his name brought them closer to the old bed. His hands explored her body like he had many times before. His name on her lips, her soft cold skin under his touch. Her back hit the old bed as he climbed ontop, their naked bodies creating a heat between them.
"Fuck, James." She whispered, her fingers in his hair. His warm body covered hers, his hips rolling against hers. Being filled by him, she felt that sense of emptiness being washed away. "James," she whispered in his ear like a silent prayer. Like a curse.
"Again, baby," he whispered. A chill shot down her spine, his hands caressing every sensitive part of her. "Say it again," he whispered. She obliged, his name spilling from her lips like a breath. Like it was her lifeline. Like he was. Each time he got her off, each whisper of his name, every roll of his hips, every time she gripped him tight, were all ingrained into their bodies, their souls.
They laid there together, a sense of freedom washing over them. In the morning, the cabin was abandoned once again. Raided for clothes and supplies before the pair disappeared into the snow. They found a train and took it to til the end, ending up in a distant town. Here they sold a few supplies and got better clothes, blending into the crowd.
It had been a few months. They were living in a remote village, they were friends with everyone, they spoke the language. They fit in. They were hidden. Safe. Or so he thought. Until he watched them drag her out before they grabbed him. This being the first of many times they escaped, some how always seeming to find each other.
Like gravity.
They would fight, oh, would they fight. But alas he always wound up in that chair. He always faught to remember. Her warmth, her smile, her touch, her laugh, her. He fought so hard. Maybe she lingered in there before they put him on ice again.
She would be kept around to stitch him up from time to time. Neither remembered the other, however, but maybe something lingered. Something deep and raw, burried beneath what hydra put there. Maybe it was just a matter of time..
Bucky didn't get along with most people, but he didn't get along with her most of all. She had come from the red room and hydra, having stitched up the winter soldier a handful of times. So when she came to join the team, he was apprehensive. Every one seemed to loved her, as she carried the sun on her shoulders.
But she was reckless, careless and stubborn.
Most her missions ended with more damage than needed, her lack of planning or regard for herself leading to mistakes. Her stubborn nature lead to her life or others lives usually in jeopardy. Like the mission they were recently called away on.
He was the sniper, taking out an enemy behind Steve while she was dealing with more than she could. Bucky saw it too late, making his way down the building to save her from the handful of gun men closing in on her. Which lead to the current situation, her and Bucky alone in the safe house.
"I'll take first watch," she said, still in her Kevlar. She was trying to hide her wounded side but he saw right through her.
"You're bleeding," he said, matter of factly. She had taken a bullet to the side while he was on his way to rescue her from where she was pinned down.
"And.?" She said, not turning to him but instead peaking out the window. Stubborn woman.
"And you need to be patched up." He said. When she didnt respond, he groaned in annoyance. He got up and grabbed the med kit before walking over to her.
"What.?" She asked, finally looking at him. He could see it, he always could. The guilt, the regret, the pain she always tried to hide after a botched or hectic mission.
"Take off your suit so I can fix it." He said. She shook her head at him, resisting the urge to put pressure on the white hot pain in her side. It hurt, but she would be damned if she showed him weakness.
"Im fine, James," she said before pearing out the window again. He didn't understand why he let her call him that, most people weren't allowed. Not even Steve. But it sounded good on her lips.
"Now is not the time to be a stubborn brat, now is the time to let me take care of you." He said. That had her speechless, he was harsh but somehow also gentle. So, she sat on the table in just her sports bra after carefully removing the Kevlar. Her side was soaked with crimson, the sight making Bucky falter a moment. He could see the scars from hydra, faint but there.
"Its cold, Barnes. If you won't do it let m-" she was cut off with a hiss leaving her lips as he pressed the antiseptic to her side. "Ouch," she hissed as he cleaned her up.
"Don't be a baby," he said while cleaning the blood up. The wound wasn't that bad, the bullet just grazed her but it was enough to cut through the Kevlar of her suit and bite into her skin.
"Thank you, for saving my ass out there.." she whispered, not looking up at him. He gently applied the gauze and carefully wrapped it. It rested right above those prong shapped scars, multiple ones layered over each other.
"You were distracted, left yourself wide open," he said, trying to ignore the pit in his chest. She didn't say anything, just looked at his hands as they packed up the med kit. She got up and went to put her blood soaked Kevlar back on when he stopped her. "What are you doing.?" He asked.
"I didn't bring extra clothes and its cold," she said. He rolled his eyes, walking over to his go-bag, pulling out his red Henley and tossing it at her.
"There, its not bullet proof but it should keep you warm." He said before he started unstraping his gear. She carefully slid the shirt on, his scent wrapping around her. Like trees and rain. "I'll want that back, so don't bleed on it," he said.
"Whatever, jerk," she said rolling her eyes. But a soft smile played at her lips as she tried, and failed, to hide it from him. She lingered a little too long, playing gently with the hem of the sleeves. "I'm taking first watch," she said, shaking her head and walking out of view to the window.
Bucky didn't understand it, why it bothered him so much to see her hurt. Why, when he caught her smiling and playing with the seams of his shirt, did his heart do a flip. Why, when she took her turn sleeping, did he have a hard time focusing on the task at hand. He hated her, right.? But something deep down told him otherwise, something was drawing them together. He knew it, it was burried deep down inside. Something hydra had tried taking from them..
"N-no.." a soft voice broke through his thoughts. He almost thought he was just hearing things when he heard it again. "No- No" he heard. He looked toward the bedroom door, his brows furred together. "G-get off.. No, no.. no!" His body moved before his brain could overthink it. She was covered in sweat, her body ridged in the bed as her breath came fast and heavy. Bucky was kneeling beside her, gently pulling her upright.
"Hey, hey! Look at me, doll," he said, the nickname slipping out. Her head rolled back a moment before her eyes snapped open. She looked around panicked, instinctively curling up. But Bucky was already pulling her into his arms, her body tense against him. "I got you," he whispered. Her body trembled in his grasp, the memories of the nightmares still fresh in her head.
"I-i.. they.. they made me.." she couldn't form the words, gripping onto his shoulders. He gently rubbed circles in her back and held her that night. That's when they started, the memories. Just small snippets. But he held her closer because of them. Because of that warmth that was blooming in his chest.
Things were.. different between the two after that. He seemed to be able to tolerate her presence more, the hostility replaced with something almost friendly. The rest of the team noticed the change but no one said anything, welcoming that versus the latter.
Bucky was about to make his usual after gym morning black coffee when she handed him a cup, already the way he liked it and fresh off the pot. She said nothing before returning to her conversation with Loki about pop culture.
"Thanks," he mumbled, moving to the arm chair in the living room. After taking a sip, he squinted at the cup like it had personally offended him, and in a way it had. How dare she make his coffee for him.? And make it taste better than his usually did.? And how dare she just hand it to him so casually like it was a normal, everyday occurrence.?
But after that, it was. He'd walk into the kitchen, post gym and towel around his neck and a fresh cup would be waiting for him. He started to notice things about her he hadn't before, the snippets of memories associated with each. Like the way her nose scrunched up when she laughed and he saw them together in an old Russian cabbin. Or how she managed to put everyone first; restocking Lokis tea, replacing mugs that Thor broke, finding all of Bartons arrows like it was a scavenger hunt. She would comfort Wanda after missions, spar with Steve when he needed a vent, take way to many shots with Nat and even talked Tony out of reckless building and inventing. Now the coffee.
But he also noticed the things she tried to hide, things he didn't remember noticing. Like the nightmares that plagued her nightly, a feeling he should be there with her. Or the 3am gym sessions when she couldnt sleep and he'd spar with her. Or the scars that she kept neatly out of sight with make up or her Kevlar. The scars just under her ribs, from the punishments in hydra. One fateful swim day they were almost revealed.
"Lady Y/n, you must enjoy the water on this warm day!" Thor hollered from the rooftop pool.
"I don't swim, Thor. I'm just here to tan." She called back from the sun bed, her sunglasses firmly in place.
"Nonsense!" Thor said, moving before she could react. The water was cold and the foundation she had put on quickly melted in the clear blue.
"Thor! What the hell!" She shouted, quickly making her way to the edge. Just before she left the water, she remembered the scars. If she got out now, they would be revealed.
"Here," Bucky said, reaching his hand down, a towel ready in the other. She looked at him with wide eyes before taking his hand and letting him lift her from the water and quickly wrap the towel around her. Her eyes met his as he carefully wrapped it around her. "Why don't you go shower.?" He suggested. She nodded and left without another word.
The night of Tony's party made it all come back to him, the memories of their life together. He had suggested a 40s themed party, a joke at first that was quickly turned serious when Y/n, Wanda, Pietro and Steve actually agreed. Bucky was reluctant at first but Steve convinced him. He got out one of his old shirts and slacks. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he looked like his old self. He had trimmed his hair, shaved the beard down to stuble. Why put so much effort in.?
Simple. For her. He wanted her to remember him. To remember them.
She had her hair up, an apricot summer dress that fit her too well. The way she swayed to the music, dancing with Natasha and let her spin her had Bucky feeling jealous of the ex assassin.
"If you don't go ask her to dance, I will," Steve suddenly said from beside him. That was the push he needed. He made his way to her, Natasha seeing him coming and happily making an excuse to leave.
"Care to dance doll.?" He asked. She smiled and turned to him, his metal hand out in offering.
"I would love too," she said. Just then, as if by coincidence, or maybe a certain Playlist adjustment, a slow song came on. That old Ella Fitzgerald song, Dream a Little Dream of Me. It all came back to him.
The red room, meeting her, their affair, esacping together, having that little life in the cabin, dancing to that old record in the living room, hydra erasing their minds.
His hands easily found her waist and it was like a love scene from a movie. Her head was tucked under his chin, her hand on his shoulder as he guided her easily in the moves. He hummed along with the song and she moved in closer to him.
It was just them in the room, to them at least. The rest of the team watched the pair happily, glad they were finally making moves towards each other. The song wasn't long, but it lasted forever to them. When it came to an end, he pulled back enough to see her face.
"Can I kiss you, doll.?" He whispered. She nodded, her cheeks red. His hands moved to hold her face, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Her knees felt weak and she was glad his hands moved back to her waist. Their lips moved together as she melted into him.
She hadnt remembered him quite yet, but they were closer now. She wore his dogtags when he was on missions, rested her legs across his lap during movie time, continued with his coffee-after-gym routine. He brought her coffee after her morning showers and was there during her 3am gym sessions. It was a silent understanding, an unspoken bond that they had.
Then, Sharon Carter joined the team. She moved into the compound, right across from Y/n. From the start it was clear that she was up to no good, constantly making comments toward Y/n or flirty remarks towards Bucky. They wouldn't engage at first, not until Sharon made the wrong comment.
"Morning, you look like shit," she said one day. Y/n hadn't slept, her nightmares especially loud last night. Bucky shot the blonde a look, one that could make the God of Thunder shake. But the blonde wasn't scared.
"And somehow, still looking better than you," Y/n quipped back.
"I didn't get alot of sleep, someone kept screaming across the hall." Sharon said. Y/n faltered a second, not enough for her to notice but Bucky did. He always did.
"Sorry, we should be quieter James." Y/n said, not missing a beat and leaning over the back of the couch to kiss Buckys cheek.
"That didn't sound like sex," Sharon said.
"Not my fault you're so dried up that you forgot what it sounds like," she quipped. He smirked at her and that made Sharon stop. Y/n held a tough face. But in her room it was a different story.
"I.. im sorry. I don't know what came ove me.. I just..." she began to say. He cut her off, his head snapping to her.
"Don't," he said walking over to her and cupping her face. "Don't you dare apologize." He whispered, taking her face in his hands. "That bitch deserves it." He said, before his lips captured hers. His hands slid down to her exposed thighs, the warmth that radiated off them almost burned him.
"I need you James," she whispered against his lips. His hands gripped her shorts, kissing her neck before he tore them off her. Next to go was the body suit, the clasp too easily undone. Her body was bare underneath, now completely exposed to him. Her ass hitting the edge of the bed as he dropped between her knees.
"Let me taste you, doll," he asked. She nodded his fingers slipping her thong off, her wet slick waiting for him. His mouth engulfed her heat, a groan coming from his throat. "Mm, you're so sweet, darlin'" he whispered before his toung slipped inside. He lapped her up, his hands holding her thighs over his shoulders. The noises she made were enough to make him drunk, but then her taste as she squirmed under him.
“Fuck, James.” She whispered, her hands tangled in his dark brown locks. He flicked his tounge across her senstive bud before trailing kissed up from her driping cunt up her navel and across her stomach. Her skin was pebbled under touch as he kissed up her torso and between the swell of her breasts. His hands slid up her sides, her body arching into his touch.
“Say it again.” He whispered againsther ear, his voice rough and husky. His length was coated in her juices as she rolled her hips up against his.
“Fuck me, James,” she whispered in his ear. Her warmth wrapped around him in an instant. Their bodies molded together, the heat they formed was enough to last a lifetime. He left his mark all over her neck, collar bone and her chest. She was his, in all the ways that mattered, she was his.
She hadn't been held in so long, this feeling he gave her was beyond compare. Her body felt like it was made for him, like he was the only one who was allowed to touch her. She wanted to be his, if only for a moment.
If only forever..
The marks he left on her skin, the way his hands felt on her hips, the way he felt inside her. His name fell from his lips like it was the sweetest honey. This moment, in his arms, his embrace, him; they were forever ingrained into the fibers of her being.
He almost had her back, she was so close to remembering. But of course, they had to come back into the picture. Sharon had been working with Hydra, an agent who was familiar with Y/n. Brock Rumlow.
She was walking the halls, holding Bucky's dog tags on her hands when someone bumped into her. The aluminum tags clattered to the ground as she turned and saw him.
"Rumlow.." she whispered. He smirked at her before lunging at her and grabbing her. She fought and struggled against him as he drug her to the end of the hall. The doors opened and she almost felt hopeful, until she saw Sharon standing there.
"Hurry, Barnes is looking for her." She said. Y/n gave one last ditch effort, yelling for him.
"James! Help!" She screamed, hoping he would hear. She felt a pain in her neck, Sharon infornt of her before everything when black.
Y/n was strapped to the memory suppressing machine, her head slumped down. There was an echo down the hall of gunfire as the machine jolted to life. The gun fire was getting closer, agents running towards the exits. The Doctor focused on Y/n, her screams filling the room as he read the words. The door suddenly broke open as Bucky stormed in with the other Avengers.
"No.." he whispered, his heart dropping when he saw her strapped down. He broke the controls and the machine powered down. As soon as Arya was free, he pulled her into his arms. He lifted her up her body slumped against his. He looked up and was relieved to see Steve running up to him.
As one of the nurses came to draw her blood, she suddenly shot up. It happened so fast, a scaple pressed to the nurses throat as she hid behind her. Bruce had his hands up as he tried to walk toward her.
"отступи или она умрет (back off or she dies) " she said, the scalpel blade presses into the nurses flesh.
"I didn't understand that.." Bruce said, looking back at the door where Bucky was already on his way in.
"белая вдова (white widow)" Bucky said, getting her attention. Her eyes locked on his as he slowly inched forward with his palms raised. "отпусти ее (let her go)" he said. Her eyes were still locked on his as she slowly lowered the scalpel and let the frightened nurse run off.
"где я (where am i)" she asked, her voice quiet. "кто я (who am i)"
"дома, ты дома (home, you're home" he whispered, stepping past Bruce. She seemed to let him cross the threshold. "тебя зовут Арья (your name is Y/n)"
"кто отдает приказы (who gives orders)" she asked, him stopping a few steps away from her.
"никто (no one)" he told her, looking into her eyes. "они не смогут тебя сюда доставить (they wont be able to get you here)" he added. She studied his eyes, looking for any sign of lies or deceit.
"Why have you brought me here.?" She asked. He went to gently hold her face when she pulled away. His jaw locked before he pulled his hand away.
"This is your home, you're safe here" he whispered. She shivered slightly before he shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Did I know you.?" She asked, looking up at him with guilt. "Did we know each other.?"
"Yes," he whispered, his eyes soft as he looked down at her.
"I'm sorry.. I don't remember.." she whispered, her gaze dropping.
"The memories will return, and if they don't, we can make new ones" he told her. Her eyes met his again and she felt a spark of something in her chest. She was given a room next to his, some borrowed pants from Natasha and some shirts from Bucky. She had been there for about 3 days when Thor returned to Earth with Loki.
Y/n sat in the arm chair, her eyes scanning the room tentatively. Bucky was in the kitchen, warming up the tea kettle while he watched over her. She still hadn't remembered much, but she had been close to Bucky. She felt a sense of safety in his presence, something she'd scarcely been missing her whole life.
"Friends! I have returned with my brother! Let us rejoice in midgardian celebrations!" Thor hollared as he walked into the compound living room.
"We can throw it at the tower, like old times," Tony suggested. Y/n shot a tentative look at Bucky, who offered a gentle nod. Loki eyed Y/n curiously before a realization finally dawned on him.
"Who are your parents.?" He asked her.
"I don't know," she said, simply. He suddenly was standing right next to her, the previous image of him shimmering out of its illusion. Bucky moved quickly, but not before Loki took hold of her forearm with a Jotën hand.
"Brother," Thor boomed before he saw the way her skin changed.
"Your mother was Katrina Petrova. A young witch in the 30s, I didn't think she kept the child," Loki said before Bucky pried his hand off.
"How do you know my mother's name.?" Y/n looked at him, gently craddling her arm where he held it. "What did you do to me.?"
"Im your father, child," Loki said, standing straight. Y/n felt like she couldn't breathe, her hand flying out to grip onto something.
"James.." she whispered before everything went dark. Bucky was quick, far quicker than gravity, hoisting her up in his arms easily.
"I'm taking her to rest," he said. Loki went to follow, Thor and Steve stopping him. He was about to protest and sneak past when Steve said to let them have a moment.
Bucky hadn't realized he'd passed out while sitting beside her bed, not until he woke up to a warmth on his face. His eyes peaked open and he saw her sitting up, smiling down at him. He sat up fast, his eyes locked in hers as he cupped her face.
"Hey, how are you.?" He asked. She smiled soft at him, her eyes filling with tears before the realization dawned on him. "Doll.? Have you come back to me.?" He asked, his voice barely audible.
"I'll always come back to you, James," she whispered. He couldn't contain his joy, crawling into the bed with her and pressing his lips to hers.
"I missed you, darlin," he whispered. his thumbs stroking her cheeks. Her eyes filled with tears and the walls finally fell, after so many years, they both crumbled into each other's arms. Her back hit the bed as he crawled over her. His hands waisted no time in stripping her clothes from her, soft tender kisses pressed on every inch of her skin.
"James.." she whispered, his name like a soft prayer on her lips. "I love you," she whispered. He pulled back from her neck, his eyes locking on hers. His body was still flush against hers, his eyes searching hers as if he didn't hear her.
"What.." he whispered. She felt her mouth go dry, the words leaving her tongue. After a moment, he pressed soft kissed to her cheek. "Again, baby. Say it again," he whispered, trailing kisses to her jaw and down her neck.
"I love you, James," she whispered, her fingers finding their way into his dark brown locks. His hands held her hips, his lips trailing her skin.
"I love you too, doll," he whispered between kisses. His cool vibranium fingers slid down her hot skin, making it pebble up under his touch. His fingers traced every inch of her flesh, his touch burned into the fibers of her being.
"James, fu-fuck," she shuddered. His body moved down hers as he settled between her thighs. His eyes looked at her once before his mouth dipped down and claimed her. He took his time on her, making sure to savor her taste like it was his last meal.
“Mmm, doll, you taste so sweet.” He said, sitting back up. Her juices were on his chin and in his stubble as he kissed every piece of skin he could in the way up. He positioned his hips between her thighs, looking down at her under him. This time it was different, it was pure passion. When he filled her, her body felt like it could melt right there. His hips rocked forward, agonizingly and beautifully slow, letting her feel every inch. Her body pooled with that feeling, that warmth he'd always given her.
"I love you," she whispered, his hips snapping forward. His name rolled off her lips as her moved inside her. More than the physical but the emotional void they both felt without the other was washed away in each kiss.
"You're mine, doll, you're mine," he whispered, a prayer. A promise. He held her giving her everything she needed and more. He brought her past the breaking point and back just to do it again.
Y/n sighed happily, tracing patterns on his chest while he kissed the top of her head. His fingers danced alone her shoulder while she counted his heartbeat. They knew they would have to leave the sanctuary of the room and face the team, but for now they enjoyed what they had.
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! P in V, Oral (F reciving), rough sex, Bucky Barnes, demon bucky, angel reader, drinking
The bar music was loud and the lights were just so dark to hide the sins of the night. Everythung was going off well. He should've been happy, having fun like the rest of his group. It was the one night a year they could walk amung the humans. But his mind was haunted, plagued with thoughts of a woman he mearly saw last year. Her smell and smile had been the only things hed thought about, well maybe not the only.. he had many ideas in his head for his mystery woman.
He had hopped to see her again this year, to find her and make her his in all the ways he dreamt about over the last year. Hoped she had been thinking of him too even though she hadn't said a single word to him. But with 9 hours left to the night, his heart was heavier than his balls. He refused to settle tonight, refused to just have any random slutty human. He had standards, unlike his fellow.. male companions.
"Could I have a virgin pina colada, please.?" A soft voice broke through his thoughts. He looked over and saw her, her fluffy white wings strapped to her back matching that fluffy halo above her perfectly done hair
"Did you say vrigin.?" The bartender asked, shamelessly eyefucking her.
"Yes, no alcohol." She said. The bartender rolles his eyes but made the drink for her as per his job. Her eyes landed on his, her soft lips curling into a smile. He could tell her costume wasn't just that, he could feel the pure radiance for her being. How sweet would she be to consume, he wondered.
"Hey there, darlin" he said, his dipping low. She bit her lip a bit, looking at him. He wore dark red horns to match his tie and tail tucked into his belt. His suit was black, the accents red. His wasnt a costume either, she could feel his dark energy.
"Hello, Mr. Devil man," she said before bartender set down her drink. "Thank you," she said to him but he was already onto the next batting pair of eyes.
"My name is James, but most people call me Bucky," he told her as she stepped closer, almost drawn into him.
"I'm Y/n," she said, her voice a sweet melody he didn't want to forget. One he would replay in his head constantly.
"Tell me darlin, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this.?" He asked, gesturing to her and the rest of the party that spilled out onto the outter deck.
"My friends dragged me here," she said, pointing to a pair of girls dancing. Fallen angels. He stood, moving closer to her. She smelled sweet, like honey.
"Let me take you somewhere, I promise I'll make it worth your night," he said. And again she bit her lip. Like trying to fight off the temptations that was him.
"Now, are you trying to tempt me.? A devil such as yourself, how could I know you are to be trusted.?" She asked, leaning in slightly. Only enough to catch his scent of burning wood and the midnight rain.
"You might be right, darlin. Perhaps I would taint you." He said, before leaning into her. "But perhaps, you would purify me." He whispered, looking into her eyes.
"Perhaps I would," she whispered back. She aas so close, he could practically feel her warm body. "But, we might never know," she added before slipping away into the dance floor, a little smile thrown over she shoulder at him. His chest ignited a blaze, like hellfire had fueled his veins.
And suddenly the game was on.
He finished his drink and followed her onto the dance floor. She was dancing with her friends, her pure white dress a stark contrast to the dark dresses of her friends. He managed to move in behind her, his hands sliding onto her hips as she swayed away from him. She turned toa ard him, their wyes meeting under the dull lights of the muted stars above. He was impressed with how well she could dance in that long dress, a little sliver of skin peaking through the slit of the thigh.
"Let me hold you, darlin," he whispered, drawing her closer. She let him pull her in, his arms sliding around her waist. Fuck, she smelled so good. So sweet. He needed to know if she tasted just as sweet.
Hell, he'd give up his tainted demonic soul to the devil himself just to to taste her purity for a night. Her arms moved around his shoulders and their body's molded together.
"James, have you gone and hexed me.?" She asked, moving closer as if he were her only sorce of gravity. He was powerful, she wouldn't put it past the handsome devil that was making her mind mush.
"Darlin, you're the one who has me under a spell, enchanted by your beauty." he whispered, his hands sliding along her back as the moved with the music. Her eyes met his again for a moment before their lips did. Time seemed to stop, hell, it probably did.
She tasted like honey and roses and he needed more. He needed her and he didnt know how much longer he would wait. She wouldn't get away from him this year.
7 hours left in the night and he had coaxed her into the private balcony of his hotel room, the party they just left still going on below. Her wings and halo wound up on the floor along with his horns and tail. She had to turn away from him, she had to resist the urge to give into his will. Had to fight the
Her hands held tight the rail of the balcony as his firm chest rested on her back. His sinful lips were peppering kisses along the back of her neck and shoulder as she still tried to deny how much she wanted this. Wanted him. It was wrong to want him, right.?
But why did it feel so goo to be held by him.? Why did something so wrong have to feel so good.?
"Just let go doll, let me taste you," he whispered. She was practically radiating even in the dark of the night, her skin softer than silk. God, she had so much pure energy that his mere touch was burning.
"We.. we shouldn't.." she whispered, her voice breaking with a soft gasp. "We.. can't." She gasped out, her body on fire. He pulled back, flipping her and taking her chin in his finger tips.
"Darlin.. I've thought about this moment for the last year," he said, hoisting her ass up onto the rail. "I'm going to know what you taste like and what my name sounds like on those lips while I fill you up," he said before loosening his tie and dropping to he knees below her waist.
"Wait, what are you-ah" she was caught off as he hiked her knees over his shoulders and pushed her dress up to her waist. Her white panties were stained with a dark wet spot from her arousal. He chuckled, dark and low and it sent a chill up her body. His black eyes darted up to look at her, the piercing shine of his blue iris locking her in place.
"How shameful darlin, you all wet just from dancin with me.?" He asked, leaning in to smell her sweetness. Before she could answer, his forked toung slid up the white lace. She made a noise and he tore the lace into pieces to free her for his pleasure. His tounge slid through her slick folds with a long stripe, his eyes closing as he groaned at her taste.
Like milk and honey. Like pure innocence. His little angel.
His tonge plunged into her core, sliding deeper than any human tounge could. Her body shook against the railing, her mind going blank as he literally licked and sucked her power out of her. The noises that came from her lips were like heaven its self but then the sweetness of her mixed with her pure energy pouring out of her.? He could be swallowed up by hell now and be happy.
His tounge was reaching her deep inside, the two splits of his tounge moving in opposite directions inside her. Her knuckles turned white around the railing as her end crashed over her. He drank her juices as an orgasm ripped through her body, god she had never felt such a heavenly feeling. He lapped her up before he stood, his hips between her knees while she was in a dazed state.
"Taste sweeter than I could've imagined, darlin." He said, pulling his belt out of the loops. "I'm going to make you mine now." He said before he undid his pants and slid them past his hips. Her eyes went wide as she looked at his hard length,
"That.. that won't fit.." she said, the heavy weight of his lengthon her stomach. "I-I've never.. been with a.." she whimpered out as he slid along her folds. He chuckled dark and low before pressing the head into her entrance, spreading her open a bit.
"Shh, darlin, dont worry. It'll fit." He said before his hips snapped forward into her, her tight cunt stretching and wrapping around him as he tore her open. Her power flowed into him as he locked his lips on hers, his hips rocking in and out of her at an inhuman pace. Her nails dug into his shoulders as their juices threatened to stain her dress.
He shouldn't feel this good, god, sin shouldn't feel so good. Her legs hooked around his hips, only for stability of course. Not to pull him deeper into her with a deep chuckle in his chest. She refused to admit how the rumble of his chuckle sent a fire to her core while he mercilessly hit every inch of her.
"Thats it, doll, give into me." He said, before he picked her hips up a bit more. He slipped deeper into her, her pussy memorizing every delicious inch. She could feel how powerful he was, how much strength he had under those muscles. His power was flowing into hers, their energies mixing together in her core. Her walls desperately milked him, needing more of his energy, his power. More of him.
"Oh god.. i- im gonna.." she gasped out. He nodded, rutting into her in perfect rhythm with those pulses inside her.
"Come for me darlin," he said. Her body shook as she came around him. His hips slowed as she rode out her second high before he stilled completely. "We're not done," he said. He pulled out, flipping her and bending her over the rail. She gasped as he plunged back into her, her hands pinned in one of his on the small of her back.
"Ja-james wa-wait," she gasped out, but her body responded to him. She could see the party below, her friends dancing, unaware of the pure extacy she was feeling. Unaware of the way he was reaching deep into her.
"Mmm, youre all mine tonigh." He told her as she helplessly came around him again. "We still have 4 more hours together, doll. I cant let you forget me," he said, rutting into her with a shameful sound. Her body was practically glowing as he drained all her energy, replacing it with his own. Her arousal dripped down her thighs as he pulled her up against him. His chest met her back as he rocked up into her, bring her into another climax.
"Ahh, g-god," she gasped out, her whole body shaking. He chuckled again, the sound vibrating from his chest against her back and deep into her core.
"Quite the opposite, darlin," he said, pulling her dress down to free her beautiful breasts. His hands grabbed and held her soft plush bits for leverage as he pounded into that knot deep in her needy cunt.
He made a vow to do this with her every year, to find her ans make her his in every shameful way. Secretly, she did as well, hoping to keep her purity but staying true to her heart. The way he was fitting in her, the power he was emitting, the way she opened and took him deeper into her core..
She felt an overload of energy as he came deep inside of her, her own end coming over her again. It wasn't over, far from it. They still had 3 hours of the night to go and Bucky was far from satisfied.
21 minutes left, he held her against him their bodies bare. They had shared so much power that they were drained beyond compare. What would heaven and hell think of their union.? What punishments might be in store for them upon the end of the night when they are to return home.? They couldnt seem to care as their fingers danced together, each breath the took the same. Each beat of their hearts in sync with the other..
Y/n had been trying to make dinner for the last hour, finding it very difficult with the constant starting and stopping of the vibrations. Bucky was across the room, talking to steve so casually as he turned on the buttplug and back off. It was torture for her. But she loved it.
"Y/n/n, I heard Derek is gonna ask you out tonight." Natasha said. Bucky glanced over at her, suddenly turning the vibrations all the way up. Y/n lurched forward, gripping the counter as she literally bit back a moan. "Woah, are you ok.?"
"Ye-yeah." She said, looking across the room and seeing Bucky had left. "I think i need to lay down." She whispered, washing her hands and leaving the kitchen. In the hall, she pressed her back to the wall and wrapped her arms around herself.
"Woah, love, you ok.?" That voice. Derek placed a hand on her forhead, looking into her eyes. "You're burnin up, love. Let me help you cool down." He said, moving to slide his arms around her.
"Don't touch her," Bucky growled from the end of the hall. Derek glared at him.
"Shes not feeling well," Derek said, not listening and sliding his arms around her. She pushed out of his arms and fell back into Buckys.
"She's not yours to take care of," Bucky said, his voice dark. He scooped Y/n up in his arms and carried her to his room. "You let him touch you like that.? You gonna say yes to him when he asks you out too.?' Bucky snapped, dropping her onto the bed. She gasped, a slight moan before she sat up and looked at him challenging.
"Maybe i just like the idea for someone wanting to be seen with me." She snapped back. Her turned to her, grabbing her by the neck and looking down into her eyes. It wasn't hard, it never was. Just enough that she knew it was there.
"You are only mine. End of Discussion." He said before he grabbed that ribbon. "Wrists, doll. Now," he said. When she looked at him defiantly, he flipped her onto her stomach. He turned off the buttplug and pulled her dress up to expose her bare ass. He leaned over her and grabbed the hand cuffs attached to his headboard.
"Don't you dare," she hissed, looking back at him. His eyes were locked on hers as he stood between her legs
"Cuffs or bow, your choice darlin, but i will punish you for letting another man touch you." He growled low. She pushed her hips back against him, trying to give herself more leverage.
"Fuck you," she spat. He chuckled before grabbing her by the back of the neck and pulling her up. Her back hit his chest with a thud as his hands slid down the front of her dress.
"Don't worry, you will.." he whispered in her ear. A shiver went down her spine before he ripped open her dress. She gasped bringing her arms up to cover her suddenly bare body.
"I loved that dress, James," she hissed, turning to glare at him. He grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers in a heated kiss. He pulled back and slid his hand down to the buttplug, slowly pulling it out of her ass before he pinned her down on her stomach again.
"I'll buy you a new one." He said, leaning over her and pulling her wrists into the cuffs. After she was locked in, he pulled back and left her ass up and bare on his bed. "You look good like this, doll." He said.
"James.." she whimpered out. He slid his hands up the sides of her outter thighs, starting to press kisses from her tail bone. Her skin pebbled under his lips as he kissed up her spine, his fingers tracing along her sides. Her mind was melting. "Bow, please james," she whimpered. Bucky instantly obliged, uncuffing her wrists and grabbing the ribbon from the end of the bed where it was discarded.
"As you wish, darlin," he whispered gently kissing where the cuffs started cutting into her skin before gently sliding the ribon aroind her wrists. After tying off the bow, he went back to rest between her thighs, still fully clothed. His fingers started at the bottom of the bow, sliding down her arms as his lips met the skin on the back of her neck. When his hands cupped her armpits, a shiver went down her back. Then the alarms went off, the whole tower flooding with red and white light.
"Whats.. happening.?" She asked, pulled out of her daze. Bucky didnt anwser, instead he untied the bow and helped her up before grabbing one of his shirts and spare Kevlar under armor.
"Put these on, now" he said, grabbing her thong from one of his other times having her in his room. "And these," he said, handing her the lace garment.
"I need pants," she said. He looked at her as she slipped his red henly over the kevlar. It was long enough, and they were out of time. A loud crash from presumably one of the lower floors had the room shaking and shuddering.
"We have to go," he said, grabbing his handgun and tucxhing her under his metal arm as they slipped into the hall. The hall was empty as they took the back way. Hydra agents were coming from behind and they had to get to the quinjet.
She had to get there.
"Barnes!" Loki shouted. Y/n looked up but evwrything happened so fast. Too fast. Bucky had sheilded her, caging her between him and the wall as Loki shot the fireball down the hall at the Hydra agents.
When they got to the safe house, it was only Bucky, Loki and Y/n. She was in the back room, looking for pants. Thankfullt natasha a d wanda had stayed here before them and left behind warm fuzzy leggings. When she returned to the main room, the boys were on opposite sides staring each other down.
"What happened back there.?" She asked, standing and crossing her arms. Bucky looked at her, the look in his eyes softening just a bit.
"Hydra attacked the tower. I haven't been able to reach Steve or the others yet." Bucky said. Y/n felt the skin on the back of her neck prickle at the mention of hydra.
"Who is this Hydra and why should we care.?" Loki asked, waving his hand like he couldn't care less.
"Because they are evil," Y/n said, her gaze on the ground as she wrapped her arms around herself. Bucky got up and walked over to her, taking her face in his hands and lifting her gaze to his.
"No one is ever going to hurt you again, darlin. You're mine, remeber.?" He said, looking into her eyes. She nodded a bit but he could tell she didnt believe him. "Doll, if I have to kill every last hydra agent myself, I will. No one with hurt whats mine." He said.
"My daughter is not yours to claim, Barnes," Loki said, standing up.
"I've already claimed her," bucky said, turning to Loki. Loki charged at him but Y/n grabbed Buckys wrist and pulled him back just enough.
"Stop, this is not the time," she said, her hand still on Buckys wrist. "We need to find a way to contact the others and we need a plan," she said. Bucky shifted his wrist, moving her hand into his and lacing their fingers together. Things simmered down a bit after that other than Bucky tempting fate by sliding his hands under Y/n's shirt as she sat on his lap.
"Barnes, i will kill you if you keep those vulgar images of my daughter in your mind." Loki said, glaring at him from across the table. Bucks hands were on her bare stomach, tracing patterns into her soft skin as he continued to think of her in his bed before they were rudely interrupted..
"I can't help think about her so maybe just stay out of my head," Bucky said, his metal hand sliding up to rest right between her breasts. Loki threw a dagger at him, Y/n catching it in her palm. Bucky watched the blood seep from her closed hand and down her forearm, glaring at Loki before moving Y/n off his lap. He took the dagger from her hand, Loki sitting frozen.
"Why did you do that.?" He finally asked as he watched Bucky clean up the blood.
"You could've killed him!" She hissed. "I understand you dint like him, but i do so the next time you want to attack him, just know if will be me who will get hurt." She said, looking at him as her eyes shimmered blue. A blue glow was cast over Bucky before disappearing.
"What did you do, darlin.?" Bucky asked, squinting at her.
"If my father tries to hurt you again, it will be reflected onto me." She said as he wrapped her hand.
"What does that mean.?"
"If I were to stab you, she would be the one to bleed." Loki said.
"Undo it." Bucky said, looking at her.
"No." She said. Before he could say anything, a noise outside drew his attention. He got up and looked at Loki who was also standing.
"Stay put, darlin," Bucky said. This time, she listened. She listened and waited. After a few hours passed, she was about to disobey. Her hand was on the door when everything went black.
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ THIS IS PURE NAUGHTY FILTH!! 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content!! Dirty Smut, P in V, Oral (M reciving), rough sex, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, butt play, teasing, toys and BDSM.
Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.
Bucky had joined the Avengers, been pardoned and started making amends and even started dating Sharon. His life started to fall into place again, everything going so smooth. Until Y/n joined the team. She was the daughter of Loki and some 1800s human woman and she was everything like her father.
Mischief incarnate.
Bucky was a faithful man, he cared about Sharon. She was one of the reasons he was free. But Y/n made him question everything. If he even loved Sharon, if Y/n would be sweet, if she would look good begging under him. She was a walking disaster waiting to be tamed.
Begging to be tamed by him.
The team sat around the room, playing games together. She was on the couch across from him and Sharon, that outfit showing too much and not enough. Bucky sat on the floor with Sharon on the couch behind him.
"Im going to get some more drinks. James, could you help me.?" Y/n asked, getting up slowly. Sharon nudged him, unaware of the situation about to unfold. Either that, or she didn't care.
Buckys back hit the wall as she slid her hands down his chest. Her soft lips grazed the stubble on his jaw and a strained groan rumbled in his throat. She trailed kisses along his jaw and down the center of his throat.
"I know you want to touch me, James," she whispered against his collar.
"I have a girlfriend," he said, still not moving.
"Yet here you are," she whispered. He grabbed her throat with his metal hand and pinned her to the other wall. She grinned wildly at him. "Are you gonna kiss me or not, James.?"
"Not," he said, pulling away. He went to walk away and she slid something into his hand. He looked at it and then at her, that glint of mischief in her eyes. "What is this.?" He asked looking down at the small remote looking thing in his palm.
"A remote," she said, walking past him.
"To what.?" He asked.
"To my buttplug," she said, looking back at him as she left the hall. Buckys jaw went slack and he stared from the door to the little white remote. Was she serious.?
Of course she was.
He wrapped his fingers around that remote, walking back into the room after grabbing a case of beer. Now, the night shifted. She sat across from him, laughing innocently with Wanda. Sharon reached over him to grab a beer and he felt a slight twinge of guilt.
"Y/n, have you really not been with a human.?" Natasha asked, sipping her beer and raising an eyebrow.
"Never found one who could handle me," she said, sipping her drink. She glanced at Bucky for a second, but it was unnoticed by all.
"What about a super soldier.?" Steve asked. Natasha eyed him from beyond her bottle.
"Are you offering, Rogers.?" She asked, looking at him.
"Maybe i am," Steve said with a shrug earning a smack from Natasha. Y/n giggled and Buckys thumb slowly found that button, genuinely curious to see her demeanor crumble.
"Well, unfortunately, Rogers I'm not-" a slight gasp left her lips as she felt the gentle vibrations in her rear. "Uh, into blondes." She finished her sentence. Bucky was amused, seeing her press her thighs together.
"Dont worry, Steve, im definitely into blondes," Sharon said with a wink.
"He's still taken," Natasha said.
"So are you," Bucky said, looking up at Sharon.
"Am I.?" She asked. It was a challenge and he knew it. But the power he felt with that remote in his palm..
"I guess not," he said, eyeing her. The cocky look on her face fell and was replaced with shock.
"Whatever," she spat, getting up and storming out of the room. Bucky moved up onto the couch, glancing at Y/n as he pressed the button again. He saw the subtle ways her body reacted, the change in her breath, the wiggle of her hips, the smell of her arousal as she soaked her panties.
"Barnes, silence your thoughts." Loki growled. Bucky looked right at him before he clicked the button again. He vividly imagined pinning Y/n onto the coffee table right then and there in front of everyone. He would take great pleasure in binding her hands with his belt, taring her clothes off and plunging into her wet cunt. He imagined her screaming his name as he turned the vibrations to the highest setting, making her cum on his cock whole the whole team watched.
"No idea what you mean," he said.
"You're playing a dangerous game, boy," Loki said. Bucky leaned forward on his elbows, pressing the button again. Y/n gasped, her body blushing as everyone turned to her.
"Uh, um. M-movie night.? I'll get the.. popcorn," Y/n said, diverting the attention. "Father, help.?" She said, shooting a warning glare at Bucky. He smirked, leaning back and turning the vibrations up the last 3 levels as she got up.
"You are not going to fuck that.. that.." Loki hissed before he was suddenly falling throigh a portal and landing in his throne room. "That.. girl is so grounded." He said, looking up at the closed portal.
"That was harsh," Bucky said, leaning against the door frame of the hall. Y/nturned to him, but it was too late. He already closed the space between them. He had her pinned to the wall, his eyes blown wide before crashing his lips against hers.
"I want you to take me, James," she whispered against his lips. He growled and pulled back, before throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her to his room.
"I'm going to punish you for being a naughty brat," he said, dropping her onto his bed. Her body squirmed a bit, the heat of his gaze mixed with those vibrations in her rear.. "Fucking hell, princess," Bucky growled, before he grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed.
"Fuck me, James," she said, her voice desprate. He chuckled before stripping her clothes from her body. God, she looked good under him, that little jewel resting between her cheeks.
"Beg for it, beg for me to punish you, darlin," he said, slowly removing his shirt. Her head flew back as another round of the vibrations racked through her body.
"Pl-please j-jame. I ne-need you." A strangled moan left her lips. His boxers barely held his massive cock back behind that fabric. "Fuck.. please James, punish me." She gasped out. "Punish me, please." He chuckled dark, the sound vibrating through her body. He leaned back from her, reaching for something out of sight.
"Such a naughty girl, how long you been wearin this for me.?" He asked, coming back into view before sliding a silk ribbon uo her body. "Your dripping cunt is staining my nice sheets," he said low.
"Are you going to punish me, ja- ahh" she gasped when he stopped the vibrations entirely. Her hips arched up and she quivered, desperately needing friction. He grabbed her by the throat, pulling her to to sit up on the buttplug.
"Wrists, now," he said. She brought her hands up and put her wrists together. He slid the ribbon through her wrists in a figure 8, tieing them tight together with a bow on top. "So obedient for me," he said, sliding his fingers across her chin and tiling her head up. "I'm going to ruin you and make you mine, doll," he growled.
An hour later she was on her back, whimpering and squirming as he turned the vibrations off again. He had tied her down, well her wrists at least. Her thighs pressed together, not enough friction and too much. His gaze was hot enough to make her body blush, dispite being half frost giant.
"Look at you, princess. You're makin a mess on my favorite sheets," he chuckled, looking at her from that chair in the corner. She gasped and looking over at him.
"James, how long you gonna make me wait.?" She asked. His face darkened, that chuckle sending chills down her spine. Another whimper came from her lips as he turned the vibrations back on. He had put on sweats and a tank top.
"I have to go work out, darlin. Behave and wait for me." He said, sliding the remote into his pocket before he left. She stared at the door bewildered before her head dropped back in the pillows. She could easily get free, save herself from this torture.
But where was the fun in that.?
Her body was on fire, that vibration on the highest level. She knew a simple touch could have her spiraling into the silent death of pure pleasure. But she wanted it to be him. She needed it to be him. She hadn't realized how long it had been but when he came back in all sweaty and looking at her with those wide blown eyes, it must've been at least 2 hours.
"Such a good girl, waitin so patiently for me," he said, his hair in a bun as he stripped off his clothes. "Fucking hell, darlin, I'm going to ruin you," he whispered, crawling up in-between her thighs.
"James.. please.. I need you.." he chuckled and pulled her legs open, settling between her thighs. His cock rested on her lower abdomen.
"I'm going to make you mine, but you need to keep quiet, darlin." He said, leaning down to her ear. "Those sound are for my ears only." He whispered, before sliding his length along her dripping cunt. She gasped, her hips bucking against his. "Let my cock make you feel good, baby" he said before he plunged into her. He bottomed out, his balls tingling from the vibrations in her ass.
"Ahh, f-fuc-k ja-james" she gasped, her back arching as she pressed her hips into his more. Her orgasm was white hot with pleasure, his hips moving already before she adjusted to his size. "W-wai- ahh" she gasped, her mouth falling open as he lifted her hips up off the bed, reaching deeper inside her.
"Fuck, darlin," he groaned, his hips snapping forward as she hooked her legs around him. "This tight little cunt, mm, all mine doll." He said, sliding in and out of her at such a pace that his balls were hitting the butt plug in rhythm with the vibrations. "Such a naughty brat, this is all you needed huh.? Your pretty pussy filled with my thick cock.?" He asked, his fingers leaving bruises on her thighs.
"Y-yes ja-james, o-oh f-fuuc-" her mind was blank, her body melting under his as another orgasm ripped through her. He leaned down, bitting her collar and leaving a mark before moving to kiss her lips. She tasted so fucking sweet.. His hips rolled into hers as he emptied his balls in her, his own orgasm coming over him.
"You're such a good girl for me, such a perfect pussy." He whispered as he rolled his hips with each pump of his cum. After he was finished and satisfied, he slid out of her and turned off the butt plug. He carefully removed it, a soft hiss leaving her lips before he disappeared into the bathroom. Her hands were still bound as she felt him leaking out of her.
When Bucky returned from the bathroom, he washed her up with a warm towel. He was in new boxers, makong sure she was cleaned before sliding her underwear on her. He mustive snuck into her room for them because they were clean. And warm.
"I hope you're comfortable, darlin," he said, unlacing her from the headboard. Her wrists were still bound in that red silk bow as he pulled her back against his chest. "Cause you're not leavin my bed for a while," he whispered in her ear.
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Like i warned.. pure absolute naughty filth, but I enjoyed it, and I hope you do too.
