Sina, 24, she/her, 🇩🇪 This is my main blog were I post/reblog everything i like !!! In love with Bucky Barnes !!! My fandoms: Marvel, Attack on Titan, Stargate, Castlevania, Star Wars & Diabolik Love
bucky barnes x fem!reader. guns+ heavy gunplay, teasing, d/s dynamics, slight dark!bucky, sliiiiiiiiiight cnc vibes? Maybe?, fear play, bondage, safewords are in place!
“Are you shaking, doll?” Bucky taunts as he eyes your bound form, gaze dark. You whimper, shaking your head despite the fact that it’s an obvious lie- the trembling of your limbs is unmistakeable. Bucky chuckles.
“Don’t lie, baby, I can tell when you’re lying.” He stalks towards you, and your eyes fixate on the black handgun he holds in his right hand. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?” You swallow, offering him a nod so small he almost misses it. Almost.
“Mmm… and why’s that? You don’t think this gun is loaded, do you?” He drawls, and you shiver as he lowers the weapon to your calf, the metal cold against your balmy skin as he drags the front of the barrel up your leg. “You think I’d risk it?” The tip reaches the apex of your thighs and your breath hitches as he runs it through your wet folds. He coaxes a shaky moan from your lips when he ghosts the gun over your clit.
“Well, doll? Do you?” He urges, eyes flicking up from your pussy to meet your gaze, brow raised in question. You swallow, trying to collect yourself, but your voice still comes out shaky.
“N-no, sir.”
In the next instant the cold touch of metal leaves you, Bucky pointing the gun at the sky. A deafening bang rings out as he fires it, making your entire body jolt in your ties, and a shriek tears from your lungs. Your eyes dart up to the circular hole the bullet left in the ceiling, chest heaving and eyes wild with fear. When you look back down, Bucky’s smirking.
Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.
Pairings: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
Warnings: swearing, depictions of violence, brief mention of suicide, mentions of murder, a little fluff, major angst, and WandaVision spoilers
Word Count: 8.2k
The Two of Us Masterlist (Completed)
This chapter starts with a flashback.
The rain padded against your window softly. Any other night it would be a calming sound, something to help lull you off to sleep. Not on this restless night, no, it offered as another distraction from slumber instead. You hadn’t slept well since you’d come back from the blip, anyways.
You were supposed to be there, supposed to help. To your demise, you couldn’t. You were left weak, left without any magic and barely any strength by the time the battle came. I’d just drag them down, they’ll do better without me. Maybe you were just a coward, maybe you were just honest with yourself. No more magic, no more Avengers, simply no more.
Sometimes while walking through the streets, you’d see all the faces that died bringing everyone back. It was absolutely soul harrowing, seeing their painted smiles in black and white on the brick walls of the streets. It should have been me up there. You’d catch yourself doing a double take as you passed by the murals, praying you’d never see Bucky’s face etched upon one of them, to be washed away with rain, with time. If you had it your way, he’d never be preserved in one of those paintings. He’d live a long, normal life. Settling down far away from the craze and dizziness, he’d grow grey and happy somewhere else. Perhaps it was a selfish way to think, but it was the only way he’d be safe.
You knew he was alive and well. He never answered any of your calls or responded to your countless messages, but you asked around enough to know he was alive at the very least. The only reply he ever sent was this number is for emergencies only. He was upset and you couldn’t really blame him. You ebbed and flowed in his life, abandoning him when he probably needed you the most.
So there you were awake, counting the cracks on your shitty apartment ceiling, mind drifting to simpler times. Your hand mindlessly went to feel the cool piece of metal around your neck, only to find warm flesh in its place. You silently scolded yourself. You gave them back, the last time you saw him, of course they weren’t there.
Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.
Pairings: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
Warnings: smut (raw sex, slight edging, praise, missionary, but pretty vanilla), mind control, swearing, a little fluff, major angst, and WandaVision spoilers
Word Count: 7.1k
The Two of Us Masterlist
You rose with the sun that morning, anxious to get out of bed and start the day. You left the comfort of the warm blankets to meet the cool wooden floor beside it. Tiptoeing, you made your way about your bedroom, getting ready in silence. A piece of you was hoping to find a note, something left by Bucky. Nothing. The mahogany nightstand remained barren except for the usual lamp that resided on top of it. The side Bucky slept on was still neatly made, undisturbed.
It would appear he hadn’t crept back into bed after ‘work’ like he promised, leaving the sheets absolutely pristine in his place. You can’t help but purse your lips indignantly at the sight. His loss, anyways.
Creeping into the home office, you found Bucky there, in a deep sleep on the couch. His tall figure looked ridiculously cramped on the piece of furniture, body unnaturally twisting and contouring to accommodate such little space. The room was an absolute mess, papers spread about, the computer left running overnight. Shaking your head lightly, you entered, quiet as a mouse, to help clean some of the mess.
After shoving all the loose papers back into a lazy pile onto his desk, you went for his jacket that was haphazardly strewn on the floor. You couldn’t even hang it up? Huffing, you picked up the soft fabric before retreating back downstairs to place it on its proper coat rack. If your marriage was a mess, at the very least your house would be clean.
Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.
Pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
Warnings: descriptions of violence, mind control, angst, arguing, fluff, smut, and WandaVision spoilers.
This series is planned to be updated 1-2 times a week. If you’d like to join the taglist for The Two of Us, please click here.
Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.
Pairings: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
Warnings: mind control, swearing, a little fluff, major angst, minor character death, and WandaVision spoilers
Word Count: 4.1k
The Two of Us Masterlist
gif by @brucelangley
“Since when were you a dog person?” you laughed, amused at your husband’s funky attire.
“Honey, I’m a wolf,” Bucky corrected, sloppily trying to hang the final Halloween decorations from the window.
“Like a werewolf?”
“Just a white wolf. At least my costume is creative,” he teased, backing away from the window to admire the little bats he had just hung up.
Scoffing, you made your way to the kitchen to grab the candy bags. “Hey, witches are creative,” you defended.
“But you’re always a witch. You’re just going as yourself.” He followed right behind you, making his way over to the top cabinet before you could stretch up for the treats.
Sleep hadn’t been a friend of yours as of recent, so Bucky and you had decided to just stay in for Halloween that year. Maybe not the most exciting way to spend your first Halloween married, but there wasn’t much else to do anyways. Plus, seeing the neighborhood kids in their little costumes was so damn endearing you didn’t really mind just passing out candy.
As his hand reached to open the cupboard, with a swift motion he broke the entire door off. Wincing in embarrassment, he mumbled a small sorry before trying to fruitlessly stick it back onto its hinges.
“Christ, James, that’s the fifth one this week.”
“Sorry, I underestimate my strength sometimes.”
Narrowing your eyes in a slight moment of disbelief, you scan your husband up and down. Ever since he went on that mystery walk last week, he’s seemed a bit off to say the least. Still affectionate and loving as always, but there was a growing hesitance there. He also had a new habit of breaking exponentially more often than normal.
Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.
Pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
Warnings: descriptions of violence, mind control, angst, arguing, fluff, smut, and WandaVision spoilers.
This series is planned to be updated 1-2 times a week. If you’d like to join the taglist for The Two of Us, please click here.
Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.
Pairings: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
Warnings: mind control, swearing, a little fluff, angst, and WandaVision spoilers
Word Count: 3.4k
The Two of Us Masterlist
gif by @natalliaromanov
Their little gurgles were just to die for. Gently, you rocked Tommy in your arms as Wanda held Billy close to her chest. They were tiny things, only a few days old and already had eyes wide looking at the world. Bucky was out for the day and you couldn’t wait any longer to see the twins. Their gummy grins melted your heart when you first met them and you refused to stay away any longer.
“I think he likes you,” Wanda laughed as Tommy went to pull at your ear with his small fists.
“I’m the cool aunt, I hope he would,” you joked, gently patting him on the back as you continued to lightly sway.
Just as you felt his tiny body slowly lull to sleep, head resting on your shoulder, a small whine escaped his quivering lips. Right after, Billy let out a gentle wail in Wanda’s arms.
“Is somebody hungry?” you cooed, going to reach for one of the bottles on the coffee table. With grabby hands, the small child in your arms happily plunged the bottle into his mouth before relaxing once again in your arms.
“You’re a natural.”
“I’m just doing my job.”
“James would lose it if he saw this.”
You laughed at her comment, taking a deep breath in. Soon enough, Tommy was done with his bottle and tiredly casted it to the side. Some of the milk spilled upon your lap, dampening your shirt in its wake.
“Looks like someone made a mess,” you winked at him, gently setting the baby down in his crib as you went to clean up.
Before Wanda could fuss and get up, you insisted she sat back down. It was as if overnight she had become a mother, and while graceful as ever, obviously tired. You commanded her to stay seated as the babies napped while you made your way to the bathroom. Life sure moves fast in the suburbs. If only that husband of yours also didn’t insist on moving with it.
Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.
Pairings: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
Warnings: mind control, lil angst, fluff, Bucky being an all out cheeky/horny bastard, and WandaVision spoilers
Word Count: 5.6K
gif by @oldstevestan
Throwing open your windows with an early morning fervor, you allowed the breeze to make her way into the bedroom. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the weather was looking more than pleasant. Not a cloud lingered about in the sky as far as the eye could see.
“You know, I think I’m starting to dig this long hair,” Bucky called out from the bathroom. Carefully, he was shaving off his morning stubble, leaving behind the soft skin that lay underneath.
You chuckled at your husband admiring himself in the bathroom mirror as you began to remake the bed. The vibrant colors of the aggressive pinks, oranges, and yellows of the sheets didn’t stand a chance against the bedroom’s even more gaudy wall pattern. That’s the last time I let Jamie talk me into letting him decorate again. Jeez, the 70s are something else.
“Do we have to go over to Agnes’s today?” You couldn’t see Bucky’s face, but you could hear him grimace as he continued freshing himself for the day.
Joining him in the bathroom, you slipped by to brush your teeth as he patted down his face with a towel, freshly shaven. His chin length hair moved about every time he turned his head, adding an even more dramatic effect to his exasperation; he did not trust your peppy neighbor too tough.
“Technically we don’t have to, but it’s neighborly.”
“Is this because you think she doesn’t like you?” Bucky asked as he handed you over the toothpaste, leaning against the doorframe.
With a scoff you tried to play off his comment, taking the tube in your hand. “She likes me, she’s just warming up to me, that’s all,” you corrected, shoving your toothbrush in your mouth, slightly perturbed.
“She’s got a few screws loose anyways,” he mumbled under his breath, “You don’t need her approval.”
“Well, good thing I know I don’t need it. It would just be nice, that’s all.”
“Whatever you say, honeybee.” He snuggled up behind you as you finished brushing your teeth, wrapping his firm arms around your torso. “If that’s the case, how about we enjoy this beautiful day inside, hmm? Just you and me.”
Rinsing your mouth out and peering back up in the mirror at you both, you let out a small sigh. Even doing a simple morning task, Bucky looked completely enamored with you as if you had personally crafted the planets and placed the moon in the sky. As your gaze made its way to Bucky’s blued one, you conceded.
“You know what? That sounds lovely.”
“Perfect,” he replied, stealing a kiss. “Ooh, minty.” He wriggled his eyebrows playfully before walking out of the bathroom
Laughing lightly, you turned back on the faucet to splash some water on your face. As the liquid glided against your palms, you took note of the divot in your hand. It was healing nicely and honestly you had to strain your eyes to even see its outline, but it was there nonetheless. Every time you rubbed your palms together, it alerted you of its ugly presence.
“Everything alright there?” Bucky asked from the bedroom, slipping on a button up shirt.
Perking yourself up, you shook yourself out of your temporary state. It’s fine. I’m fine. “Nothing, honey! I’m coming.” We’re fine.
Hii! I've just discovered your blog and the way you write bucky makes me melt 🥺 your works are amazing!! Btw if it's alright, I was hoping to request a fic where bucky and reader go skinny dipping but it's all intimate and fluffy (doesn't need to be sexual) and they're kind of just enjoying each other's company? (+ Whispers of sweet nothings and cuddling) (Low-key inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's Skinny Dipping). I'm so sorry if this request is too specific or long! No pressure though! Thank youuu
Skinny Dipping
Summary: To battle the intense summer heat, Bucky takes you to the local lake. What he fails to mention is that you two will be enjoying the day in the nude.
Pairings: bucky barnes x gn!reader
Warnings: tooth rotting fluff
Word Count: 1.2k
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The sweet cling of summer sweat was plastered to your foreheads. Even in the early morning, the heat of the day still lingered about the air around your bodies. Nature was awake, buzzing and singing just as dawn began to seep into the sky. Tugging you along excitedly, Bucky took your hand as he led you through the wooded area.
“Bucky, slow down, I’m about to trip,” you giggled, looking down to make sure your footing was just correct, avoiding twigs and branches that threatened to catch your step.
“It’s fine, we’re almost there, then I’ll slow down,” he responded, eyes ahead to the final destination. He had talked about a surprise for the past few days, never letting on what you two would be doing.
With a few more steps, Bucky came to a halt. Turning to face you, his face was beaming with a sense of pride as his hand gestured to the water. The landscape revealed a quaint lake, softly rippling with the breeze and reflecting the sun.
“It’s a lake?”
“Yes, a swimmable lake,” he corrected.
“I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”
“Don’t worry about that.” Before you could respond he was slipping his shirt over his head, his body flexing and glistening underneath the heat. He worked daftly, gracefully tossing his clothes into a pile as he worked. First his shirt, then his pants, then his boxers.
“Bucky!” you gasped, covering your eyes as he finished stripping off his clothing, standing fully nude and only a few feet in front of you.
He couldn’t help but chuckle at your response. “This isn’t the first time you’ve seen me naked.”
“Someone is going to see you,” you panicked, blindly fumbling to find his discarded clothing to hand back to him.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course-”
“Then don’t worry.”
Sighing, you lifted your hand from your eyes to see Bucky standing inches in front of you now. Eyes straining to keep their focus on his face, you peered back up at him. He adorned the goofiest grin, beyond smitten.
“It’s no fun if I go skinny dipping alone you know,” he mumbled with a grin, tugging lightly at the hem of your shirt.
With a gentle nod, you also began slowly discarding your clothing, tossing the fabric in the same pile Bucky had flung his into. You’d be lying if you said the loss of layers wasn’t a deep relief, allowing your skin to breathe from the humid day. Eager as the daybreak, Bucky happily aided you in taking off your clothing, fingers skimming along your bare skin.
Instinctually, you covered your arms around your figure, caging your body in as you awaited your boyfriend's further instructions. You were alone, but you’d never felt so exposed in public.
“What now?”
“Now we get in,” he smirked, tugging you along into the water with him.
With a splash, you two came crashing down into the blue lake, water enveloping both of your bodies. A sudden rush of cool ran through your body, offering immediate relief from the hot day. Popping up from the water, you let out a shocked laugh, soon Bucky emerging after you. Eyes as wide as the sea, he looked towards your direction. His delicate brown locks were drenched, sticking to the sides of his face, water cascading down his cheeks.
“It’s freezing,” you chattered, a smile ingrained on your face.
“You have to swim around a bit, doll.”
You didn’t budge, content to stay in your little spot you had claimed in the lake. Upon seeing your hesitance, Bucky extended his hand towards yours.
“C’mon, I’ll show you.”
Briefly paddling over to him, you met Bucky. Without a word, he hooked his arms around your back and under your legs. The coolness of the water combined with Bucky’s metal arm sent a delighted shiver down your spin, a content gasp parting your lips. But the rest of his body offered some sense of warmth to contrast the brisk lake.
“I used to do this.” His bright smile was replaced with a more quiet one. He got that gleamy look in his eyes that let you know he was reminiscing. “There weren’t many lakes in the city, but if we went to visit family, I’d always go to the local lake. It was quiet, but it was nice.”
“That sounds lovely.” Your hands found their way to his collarbone, lightly tracing their shape before tugging lightly at his dog tags as you listened.
Solemnly nodding his head, he agreed. “Yeah, it was something. I like this better though.”
“Why’s that?”
“I have much better company now.” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, before continuing. “While I love holding you, you won’t really warm up until you start swimming.”
Teasingly, you sent a wave of water towards Bucky. His facial features were washed over again, his eyelashes freshly glistening.
“Oh, that’s how you want to play?” There was a mischievous glint in his eye. Before you had time to react, he flipped you over into the water.
Popping back up, wiping the water from your face, you laughed. Back and forth you two splashed each other, both of you sending a bigger one than the last to prove your skill. You couldn’t stop the laughter that fell from your lips, the crinkles that formed near your eyes from smiling too hard.
You continued on for fifteen minutes before you both became a bit exhausted, panting from tiring yourself out.
“Truce?” you asked.
“Truce,” Bucky agreed, swimming closer to you.
Moving through the water, his hands found their way to the small of your back, lightly pulling you closer to his figure. Your hand went to move a loose strand of hair that had found its way to his forehead, running your fingers through his wet hair to fix it.
“Are you having fun now?”
You responded with a contented hum, now placing your arms around his neck, inching his face closer to yours.
“Perfect.”
“How’d I get so lucky?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” His lips began to lightly trace the outline of yours, absorbing every fraction of their likeness.
“Is this what they call love?” you joked, voice just carrying above a whisper. The sunlight caught against Bucky’s skin just the right way, illuminating his features in the beauty of early morning light.
“Love isn’t this special,” he cooed before meeting his pink lips to yours, ensuing a slow and passionate kiss. Water was still running down your faces, lightly lapping against your bodies as you continued.
Bucky couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, absolutely astounded by your glow. His hands slid up your back, meeting your face to cup it before slightly pulling back, gazing longingly into your eyes.
“You’re really something, you know that?” His words were slow, almost as if he were in disbelief.
“If you say so,” you answered, eyes trained on him, hands still pressed to his body.
Bucky pulled you into a tender embrace, face settling close to your shoulder, nuzzling closer to you. In that moment, he couldn’t allow an inch of space to interfere with this moment. He wanted to be near you, to melt into you.
“I love you,” he mumbled against your skin before planting a gentle kiss on your cheek.
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A/N: Fuck I loved this prompt and I love soft bucky. Tysm anon for the suggestion. All likes, comments, and reblogs are super appreciated. If you liked this, please check out my new series The Two of Us.
Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.
Pairings: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
Warnings: mind control, swearing, blood, arguing, angst, fluff, and WandaVision spoilers
Word Count: 5.9k
The Two of Us Masterlist
gif by @unearthlydust
Heat sweltered through the house, making the floorboards sweat and the shower water run never quite cold enough. With a hum, you sat up, mindlessly pawing around the left side of the bed to wake your husband. All your fingertips could feel was the smoothness of the sheets beneath them, the covers pushed aside. Shaking sleep out of your eyes you looked over to the spot that usually occupied Bucky to see it empty except for a single note. In his handwriting it scribbled:
Goodmorning, honeybee. If you’re finding this note, I didn’t have time to crawl back in bed after working on the yard this morning (much to my disappointment). I still gave you your good morning kiss, but I don’t suspect you’ll remember it (but I thought I should kiss your forehead anyways). It’s our day off, sleep in, you deserve it. With love, your Jamie.
P.S. We’re going to kill it at the talent show tonight, sugarpie honeybunch. (Did you see the pun I made there? Because that’s the song we’re doing? I’ll stop writing and work now.)
You ran your fingers along the smooth edges of the paper, smiling brightly at his words. Bucky had a habit of this often, peppering the house in little love confessions for you to find throughout the day. Tracing your thumb over the ink of the words one last time, you slipped the note into a drawer next to you. One day, I’m going to have to make a scrapbook for those.
Stretching with a dainty yawn, you rolled out of the bed and started digging through your drawers. Pulling out a cheery mod dress, you decide to slip it on before finishing the rest of your morning routine.
Your bare feet padded down the stairs, eager to greet your husband with a proper good morning, shoes still in your hand. As you slipped outside to your backyard, you’re met with the image of a dirtied Bucky, sweat glistening off his defined muscles, hair tossed into a mess from the day’s work.
“Glad you decided to join the rest of the world, doll,” he greeted, looking up to see you making your way through the freshly mowed grass. The blades of green felt inviting against your feet, welcoming you further as you stepped closer to Bucky.
Today was going to be a good day, you already knew.
Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.
Pairings: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
Warnings: mind control, swearing, blood, arguing, angst, fluff, and WandaVision spoilers
Word Count: 5.9k
The Two of Us Masterlist
gif by @unearthlydust
Heat sweltered through the house, making the floorboards sweat and the shower water run never quite cold enough. With a hum, you sat up, mindlessly pawing around the left side of the bed to wake your husband. All your fingertips could feel was the smoothness of the sheets beneath them, the covers pushed aside. Shaking sleep out of your eyes you looked over to the spot that usually occupied Bucky to see it empty except for a single note. In his handwriting it scribbled:
Goodmorning, honeybee. If you’re finding this note, I didn’t have time to crawl back in bed after working on the yard this morning (much to my disappointment). I still gave you your good morning kiss, but I don’t suspect you’ll remember it (but I thought I should kiss your forehead anyways). It’s our day off, sleep in, you deserve it. With love, your Jamie.
P.S. We’re going to kill it at the talent show tonight, sugarpie honeybunch. (Did you see the pun I made there? Because that’s the song we’re doing? I’ll stop writing and work now.)
You ran your fingers along the smooth edges of the paper, smiling brightly at his words. Bucky had a habit of this often, peppering the house in little love confessions for you to find throughout the day. Tracing your thumb over the ink of the words one last time, you slipped the note into a drawer next to you. One day, I’m going to have to make a scrapbook for those.
Stretching with a dainty yawn, you rolled out of the bed and started digging through your drawers. Pulling out a cheery mod dress, you decide to slip it on before finishing the rest of your morning routine.
Your bare feet padded down the stairs, eager to greet your husband with a proper good morning, shoes still in your hand. As you slipped outside to your backyard, you’re met with the image of a dirtied Bucky, sweat glistening off his defined muscles, hair tossed into a mess from the day’s work.
“Glad you decided to join the rest of the world, doll,” he greeted, looking up to see you making your way through the freshly mowed grass. The blades of green felt inviting against your feet, welcoming you further as you stepped closer to Bucky.
Today was going to be a good day, you already knew.
Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.
Pairings: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
Warnings: fluff (for now), WandaVision spoilers, arguing, and mind control
Word Count: 4.2k
gif by @buckybarness
Saturday evenings always seemed to be the friendliest in Westview. Strolling by were young couples, their white baby carriages in hand. The occasional bark of the house dog could be heard throughout the day as they pranced about the neatly cut grass of the town. Each house was lined with the most decadent array of flowers around the fence, each petal greeting you as you walked by the uniform bushes. A postcard worthy image to behold.
As you worked about in the kitchen, your hands went to smooth down your cream colored apron. Staring out the window, the scent of freshly mowed lawn entered through your open windows. The laughter of children playing about in their backyards danced throughout the kitchen while the sunset tickled her way onto the tile floor. Her rays lit up the room with a soft golden glow. A content sigh parted your lips quietly as you admired the scene.
You snuck a quick look at the clock to see it tick right on the 5:00 P.M. mark. He’ll be home soon. Taking your dessert out of the oven, you plated it into a floral glass dish. Adding the finishing touches, you sprinkled one last dash of sugar over the treat you had prepared. A fresh home baked apple pie, a cutout heart decorating the center; the perfect treat to bring to the Maximoffs.
As if on cue, your husband called out, “Honey, I’m home.” With a quick swipe of his nimble hands, he took off his work hat and placed it on the hook. His hair was partially slicked back, bringing out his defined features, a strong eyebrow edge and a smooth shaved face.
“There’s that husband of mine.” You smiled brightly, turning on your heels to exit the kitchen and meet his arms. As he pulled you into the hug, you got the wonderful waft of pine and smoke he emitted.
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this at peace. Comfortable. It was as if this moment was all you had ever known. Your husband, his adoring eyes, and your simple but sweet picket fence house. Isn’t that just lovely?
“There’s my wife,” he beamed back, dipping you before kissing you playfully.
“Oh, James, what’s gotten into you?” you giggled as he trailed kisses down your neck, hand tightening its grip around the small of your back.
“Can’t a husband just appreciate what a beautiful wife he has?” He took in the sugary scent of aroma that danced around the house. It was sweet and warm like an early autumn day. “Did you bake a pie?” he asked eagerly as he made his way over to the kitchen.
With a quick whisk of your hand, you closed the kitchen door in front of him before he could enter.
“My wife and her spells,” he said with a chuckle before opening the door effortlessly with his left hand.
“My husband and his bionic arm,” you joked back, following him in his pursuit. “It’s for dinner with Mr. Hart at the Maximoff's. Now, I’d like for my husband to keep his job, so no eating before we get there.”
Bucky looked up at you, a mouthful of pie already being guiltily chewed. “What was that, darling?”
You rolled your eyes at him and let out a small laugh. “Luckily for you, a good housewife always comes prepared.” Your heels clicked against the kitchen floor as you made your way to the oven, pulling out an identical pie, freshly baked.
“You made two?” He lightly dabbed a cloth at his mouth to rid of the remaining crumbs that stuck around his face.
“Of course.” To be honest, you had no memory of baking the second one, yet somehow you knew it’d be there and didn’t particularly question how it managed to manifest itself when you needed it. You had no time, you had to be at the Maximoff's in five minutes. “How was work?”
As you waited for his answer, you pulled out another glass dish to plate your second pie in. This one was decorated with flowers, the same ones that stood outside your front door.
“It was alright. I missed you all day, though.” He walked over to where you were, planting a quick kiss on your lips. He tasted like the apple pie he had just bitten, sweet and filled with love.
“James,” you gushed. Even after all those years, your husband still got you tongue tied with all his affections. The stolen kisses in between the hours of the day, the notes he would leave about the house as a reminder of his adoration for his one and only love.
“Now, let’s go to dinner so I can have my wife to myself.” His gloved hands cupped your cheeks before planting one last kiss on your forehead. He loved the way the shape of your face fit into his palms, how trusting your eyes were when they peered up at him. Gently, his fingers trailed down to your back to untie your apron.
“Let me,” he insisted, slipping the knot apart and pulling the apron over your head before hanging it back up.
Hand and hand you made your way to the door, Bucky helping you slip into your evening coat before putting his very own back on. Upon exiting your house, you were greeted with the kind nature of Westview, New Jersey. You waved at your neighbors as you walked by, exchanging casual hellos and how are yous as you made your way down the street. Once you finished your brisk walk over to the Maximoff's, you were greeted by a lobster at the door.
“Maybe it’s a seafood themed dinner.”
“I don’t think that’s there on purpose, James.”
“Damn, and my seagull impression was getting real good too. If you’re lucky, I’ll do it for you when we get home.”
“James.”
“Alright, alright,” he confided, “I’ll knock, if that’s what the missus wants.”
Bucky firmly knocked upon the mahogany wood. For a few silent moments, you two stood, hand in hand, waiting for your friends to answer. From outside you could hear the ruckus happening in the house, the muffled sound of panicked conversation and furniture falling. Wanda opened the door soon thereafter, her eyes widening and a look of confusion eclipsing her normally bubbly demeanor.
“Wanda,” you greeted, pulling her into an embrace. “I made pie for tonight,” you smiled, passing her your container full of goodies. As she studied the treat, you took a moment to take in her outfit. She dawned a fluffy white robe and a bold lipstick.
“Good to see you, Wanda,” Bucky greeted after you, paying no mind to her hesitation.
“Y/N?” She still appeared stunned, as if you had interrupted something important.
“Who else?” you laughed lightly.
“Of course. Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.”
“Tonight is the dinner with the Harts, right?” You glanced at her outfit again. “We’re not interrupting anything, are we?” you whispered.
Shaking out her bewildered disposition, she regained her composure before answering. “Of course, not. Please, please, come in. Look who’s here, Viz.”
A human Vision emerged from the living room to greet you, a look of panic lingering in his eyes. “Have we met before?” Once his gaze settled over the two of you, he looked less worried and more confused.
“Viz, always with the jokes. Well, don’t hog the boss all to yourself. Some of us are trying to get a raise.” Bucky joked, patting him playfully on the shoulder before giving him a firm handshake.
“Right. Our boss,” Vision nodded, “Please, come in.”
With an eager step, you both entered into the Maximoff residence. The living room was dimly lit with a romantic aura, matching the aesthetic of Wanda’s apparel. Bucky followed behind Vision to greet the Harts. Before you had a chance to introduce yourself, Wanda was already beckoning you away into her kitchen.
Closing the door behind her with a sigh, she slightly slid against the wall and breathed out frustratedly. You had only been there for a few moments, but it was more than clear she was feeling overwhelmed.
“You won’t believe the day I’ve had,” she gasped. “I thought it was Viz’s and my anniversary tonight and now it seems we have dinner with the Harts and I don’t have a single meal prepared and my neighbor brought something over but I don’t-”
“Wanda,” you cut her off politely, reassuringly placing your arms on her shoulders. “There’s nothing two smart witches can’t do with a little creative thinking.” You smiled at her, winking.
With a silent nod, she entered work mode. She straightened her posture and ceremoniously dusted her skirt off before walking over to the kitchen counter.
“What do we have to work with?” you asked, rummaging through the cabinets to see what you could find for yourself.
“Well, the chicken flew the coop and the lobster went back under the sea so what we have left are the eggs, some pork, and bread.”
You paused scavenging through the empty cupboards to look at her.“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you asked with a quirk of your eyebrow.
Like magic, she immediately knew what you were inferring. “Oh, we’re good,” Wanda scoffed with a kittenish tone, scrunching her nose in delight.
Without another word, you two immediately began whipping around the kitchen, floating eggs flying across the room, cooking meat at near impossible speeds. Your ruckus caused a sizable amount of noise, but with the two of you working together you knew you would be able to finish quickly.
“I sense a domestic emergency,” Mrs. Hart announced, standing up to hear what all the noise was about in the kitchen.
“Mr. Hart please don’t-”
“Life can be a dream,” Bucky belted out as she opened the kitchen window. There you and Wanda stood, utensils and food flying about your heads as Vision and Bucky looked on, wide eyed.
“If I could take you into paradise up above,” Vision joined nervously, trying to keep the Harts’ attention away from the mischief occurring in the kitchen. They were much too busy staring at how neurotic your husbands looked to pay much mind to you two.
Before they had the chance to turn around and see what Wanda and you were doing, you shut the kitchen window quickly before locking it.
“We just need two more minutes,” you called out before returning to the task at hand.
Within the next few seconds, you were flicking the window back open to the living room. You could see your boys helplessly trying to keep the guests entertained and distracted from their mystical wives as they sang horribly off-key songs to the guests. Hurriedly, you levitated the meal over to the table.
You two rushed out into the living room as Wanda announced, “Dinner is served.”
Mr. Hart let out an unimpressed grunt as he viewed the meal in front of him. “Breakfast for dinner? How very-”
“Exotic!” Mrs. Hart corrected, standing to go to the table.
Perhaps it was an unorthodox meal to have, but the smell that fluttered throughout the house was one of undeniably great appeal. You had shown up at the perfect time to help Wanda with her fiasco, almost as if it were the plan all along. As you admired your meal in front of you, you smiled with the satisfaction of a job well done.
The six of you gathered around the table, Vision cheering, “Let’s have a toast.”
“To our beautiful wives,” Bucky chimed in.
“Our esteemed guests,” Wanda added.
“And new beginnings,” you finished with a warm smile.
You clinked your wine glasses together in celebration, sipping lightly at the dark, smooth liquid. As you prepared to sit down, Bucky pulled out your chair for you to take a seat, positioned right next to him at the table. For a few moments, you feasted on your quirky meal in peace, the men having monotone conversation about work as Mrs. Hart complimented Wanda on how “European” the furniture was.
“Can I ask, what are the gloves for, James?” Mr. Hart jammed his fork into his food as he conversed. His demeanor wasn't particularly a pleasant one, but at the very least his wife was lovely company.
“Poor circulation, it’ll get you, Mr. Hart,” Bucky joked back. Under the table, he quickly squeezed your hand. Your mouth formed into a tight lipped grin to hide your laughter. It was fun having your little secret, Bucky’s metal arm just yours to admire. Only you got to run your fingertips along its ridges at night, only you got to see him in his realest form; part metal, part man, but all wonderful.
“So, how long have you all known each other? How long have you been married? And why are there no kids running around here yet?” Mrs. Hart asked eagerly, leaving no time to reply in between questions. The table laughed at her onslaught of inquiries.
With a confident lead, you went to answer her. “Well, we’ve known each other since. . .” The words unexpectedly got caught on your tongue, leaving your mouth dry and without much to say.
“Yes, since, well. . .” Wanda added helplessly.
“It feels like forever,” Bucky finished, taking in a bite of his scrambled eggs.
“And we’ve been married since-” Vision began.
“Yes. Since we’ve been married,” Wanda added, uncertainty seeping its way into her voice.
You wanted to say something, to answer her question, but you weren’t quite sure you knew either. Bucky and you faced one another, hoping the other would have the answer. Nothing. Not a sound was uttered between you two, the only exchange made was the reluctant glance you gave one another as your lips quivered to taste a semblance of an answer.
“Well?” Mr. Hart asked in a frustrated tone, loudly allowing his silverware to crash onto the table with a clank. “Since when? I think it’s a perfectly simple question.”
A silence entered the table, the only sound remaining being Mrs. Hart’s fork scraping against her plate as she continued to enjoy her meal.
“Damnit! Why did you come here?” Before Mr. Hart could start interrogating the young couples again, he started choking on his food violently. His thick hands reached for his neck in an attempt to dislodge whatever blocked his airways. Mrs. Hart continued her meal as she nonchalantly told him to stop, as if he were just playing a game and not suffocating.
All at once the air around you seemed to melt from it’s cloudy form into a more stale version. What was a lovely dinner with friends and your husband’s boss fashioned into an unfamiliar image. You could still hear the scene in the background, the coughing, Mrs. Hart’s laughter carrying over the disarray, but all you could focus on was the awful feeling that invaded your chest. If you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought you were being buried alive by something wicked, something unshakable.
Trying to regain your understanding of reality, you began to try to more actively take in the scenery around you. You studied the faces about you, the clothes you wore, how all the colors appeared to have left the room where you resided.
How did I get here? What am I doing here? Your eyes made their way to Bucky’s, his bright ones meeting your level of disillusionment.
“Bucky?” you quietly asked, the growing ringing noise in your ears slowly drowning out all other sounds. You could still feel his hand gripped around yours, each of you acting as an anchor for the other. When you looked at him this time, it wasn’t the same bubbly feeling you had been accustomed to. There was so much pain and frustration in that small gaze you shared.
“Where are we-” Before he could finish his sentence, you two couldn’t remember why you had become so dazed in the first place. The sinking feeling left your chest and Mr. Hart no longer seemed to be in distress. Wanda was standing up to check on him in a panic as Vision helped him to his feet off the carpeted ground.
“Well, would you look at the time? We better be going!” Mr. Hart announced with a cheerful disposition. It was almost as if nothing had happened, that the night was over and that was all.
Rising to your feet to join the rest of the party, Mrs. Hart firmly took your hand and praised the dinner with delight. “I hope to see some little Barnes feet running around that playground soon,” she winked as she went to say goodbye to Wanda.
“You two, meet me in my office Monday morning. We’ll talk about that promotion.” Mr. Hart shook the hands of Viz and your husband’s before escorting his wife out of the house.
As the door shut behind the older couple, a breath of relief entered the room. “Oh, Y/N, you’re a lifesaver.” Wanda came over and embraced you feverishly. Her fingers clasped around your sides and she quietly said, “I’m just so glad you’re here.”
“Where else would I be, silly?” You laughed her off. Always so serious was that ginger friend of yours. It was nice to see her beaming, doting on her friends and husband as you made your way out the door to return home.
The cool evening wind caressed at your exposed calves as you walked hand in hand with Bucky. The school children at play had gone quiet and all that took their place was the occasional hoot of a bird or the distant crunch of leaves by a nocturnal animal.
Your walk home was silent. It was already such an eventful night, what more was there to say? You were just safe to be who you were with Bucky, even in the dead quiet, and that was all that mattered for the time being.
In a chivalrous manner, Bucky opened your door and gestured for the lady of the house to enter first. Shaking off your light jacket, you turned to look at your husband with an inquisitive look.
“Hey, James?”
“Yes, doll?”
“Wasn’t dinner a bit odd tonight?”
“I mean, isn’t everything about our life a little odd?”
“Yeah,” you smiled weakly, “I suppose it is.”
You craved nothing more than to explain further, but the words never appeared. It was slipping, but you didn’t know what it exactly was. Sure, dinner was a bit hectic, but there was a strange sensation lingering in your chest cavity, beckoning to be relieved. Maybe it’s just nerves. Or stress. I mean, we didn’t even get to the pie. Something happened, I know it. Was it the Harts? I’m not sure-
“Is it the rings?” Bucky inquired, interrupting your train of thought. You twisted your eyebrows into a look of confusion, hesitant to reply.
Of course.
Your right hand mindlessly wandered to feel at the bareness of your left ring finger. All the other wives dawned a shiny jewel to commemorate their love, while you just had Bucky’s word. His word was all you needed, but with all the talk of marriage and children, it was hard to not notice that missing piece.
You nodded slowly. “I suppose it is. I’ve never thought much about it until tonight.”
Why don’t we have rings? Bucky was beginning to slip off his gloves, comfortable exposing his shiny metallic arm in the safety of his own home. As you took a seat on the couch, you pondered the question for a moment.
Bucky followed suit and sat next to you on the couch, taking your hands into his own. As his fingers laced into yours, you felt the cool metal of his left hand against your fingertips and came to a realization. He can’t wear one.
“But I don’t need one,” you reassured, your husband giving you a saddened look. “All I need is my James.” You pecked his cheek quickly, earning a humble smile from him.
“We might not be able to wear rings,” he explained, “but I still want to give you something.” Releasing your grasp on his hands, he pulled at the chain that wrapped around his neck. Bucky usually kept his dog tags covered, buried under the fabric of his suits and ties, but they never left his person. Even when he crawled into bed at night on the hottest summer evening, they remained clasped around his neck. Until now, anyway.
Opening your hands, he placed them into your palm before closing your hesitant grasp around them.
“Oh, James, I couldn’t-”
“Wear them. They’ve kept me safe all these years and I know they’ll do the same for you.”
You embraced your soldier tightly, taking in the smell of his brunette locks, the softness of his skin. “I love you,” you mumbled into the crook of his neck.
“May I?” He asked, slightly pulling back. With a nod of approval, you turned so that your back faced him, awaiting for him to put the chain around you. Tenderly, he draped the metal around your neck, fingertips grazing against your collarbone and neck. He’d never forget the warmth of your skin from this moment, the first time he felt he got to show you this was forever.
Turning around to face him again, you gave him a wide grin.
“Look,” he pointed, taking one of his tags into his hand, fingers running along their silver surface. “It has my name right there. Now, I’ll always be close to your heart.”
“I don’t need dog tags for you to be near my heart.”
“It’s just a nice reminder, isn’t it?”
“Yes. The perfect reminder.”
-
The weather stormed outside, leaving you absolutely drenched in its wake. The modest amount of protection your hood offered you from the rain was absolutely inadequate against New York weather. You kept checking your phone, slowly becoming not so sure you came to the right address. With one final knock, you awaited for Bucky to open the door.
“What do you want?” He swung open the door with an icy tone, glaring down at your shivering visage.
There was no time for small talk, it was a miracle he even was willing to entertain you now. You had to cut right to the chase.
“It’s Wanda. I’m worried about her. I know we haven’t talked in a while and we just came back, but. . .”
“But what?” He edged on, perturbed.
You looked into his eyes, his pupils shrinking with spite and face set in a permanent grimace. The wind paled in comparison to the coldness of gaze. He remained there in brooding silence with a wicked glare.
You really hate me, don’t you?
You continued to keep your eyes locked with his enraged ones as you finished, “But I was hoping you’d come down to check it out with me.”
“Why me?” Bucky didn’t even give it a moment's thought before he interrogated you further.
Your pride was begging, practically pleading for you to turn around, tell him to fuck off to the deepest corner of hell and never crawl out. But this wasn’t about you. This wasn’t about him either. That part of your life was buried with all the rest of your regrets and it didn’t seem worth the effort of reviving. This was just the way things were going to be.
“Because there’s no one else left. They’re all gone, Bucky.” He remained unmoved. “Because I have no one left.”
It was embarrassing to admit, to allow yourself to be so vulnerable for a man who couldn’t even look at you for too long. His face didn’t even soften at the comment, still hard as a marble statue as he glowered down at you, leaving you to quake in the rain.
“I can’t help,” he answered, going to close the door.
Your hand flew out to catch it, forcing it askew as you snapped, “Damnit, if not for me then for Wanda.”
Sighing, he loosened his grip on the door, allowing you to swing it back open. You solemnly continued, “I know we’re not all that close anymore, but she needs help. I can feel it. Something isn’t right. We’ve already lost too many people, I don’t want to lose her too. Please, Buck.”
“You can’t call me that anymore.”
“Bucky, please.”
His face remained unmoved, jaw still tightened, fists clenched at his sides in frustration. It was hard to even look at you for this long, to stare back into your longing eyes. He screamed internally, demanded that he closed the door, turned away at that moment and forgot you even walked back into his life. You were a stranger now and strangers didn’t get to bang at his door and demand for his company.
“For Wanda. I’ll go down for a few days. That’s it. Then you never come knocking on this fucking door again.”
“That’s all I need. Then you never have to see me again. I promise.”
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Summary: Follow up to Spin the Bottle. Ready to chalk up what happened last Friday night as a drunken mistake, you’re surprised to learn Bucky and Steve want something real with you. [Humor and explicit sex, 18+]
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Word Count: 4.8K
Author’s Note: This might be the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written so hold onto your butts. Thank you @whisperlullaby and@emmabarnes for their excellent beta work and @foxgloveprincess for this GORGEOUS moodboard. Reblog or comment if you enjoy!
When you come to work Monday you’re surprised to see Susan lingering at your desk. Apparently getting drunk at a work event together makes you buddies now. She grins and sweeps you into a deserted conference room before you can even speak.
“Have you heard the rumor?” She asks excitedly.
“The rumor?”
“Security caught someone getting fingerbanged in the communal kitchen after Friday’s party.”
“Uh, no,” you stammer, the skin of your chest tingling unpleasantly at Susan’s excited whisper. “I just got in.”
“It’s juicy but apparently Kevin in security is a goddamn killjoy and deleted the recording before anyone could get a proper look. I’m dying to know who it was. Maybe Maria and Sam? God, I love that man’s hands,” Susan babbles as your throat constricts and mouth goes dry.
“Wow, crazy,” you agree lamely, suddenly trying to remember what Kevin looks like.
Was he the short guy or the redhead? One of them was definitely the asshole who gave you a ticket for parking in the wrong spot last week and you’d been less than cordial to him.
“Hey, I gotta go. Sam needs the new threat assessment for next week’s mission before the morning meeting,” you tell Susan with a tight smile, brushing off her attempt to continue the conversation.
You make a beeline for the security office, stopping outside the door to catch your breath. There is no real game plan, beyond making sure that video is truly gone. Before you can knock the door swings open and you’re face to face with a tall redheaded man whose bright blue eyes widen in surprise at the sight of you. He blinks, looking away as he clears his throat and coughs awkwardly.
The good news is he’s not the asshole from last week. The bad news is he definitely knows it was you on that video with Steve and Bucky.
Look how nobody’s yelling or arguing or making things into a competition. Look how this is to straight up educate people through a different perspective. Look how effective that makes the message.
It was still too damn early when Mike’s eyes eased open. Teaching his mind and body to wake at the ungodly hour was a drag, but it had to be done. As strong as he was, Mike couldn’t afford to slack off. Even more so after the last expedition.
He left Moon’s side for a few minutes in order to get rid of a titan as it tried to grab Nanaba from behind and, as a result, Moon got in trouble. Mike saved her as quickly as possible, along with the rest of the cadets in her group, but it was enough for her to pack her stuff and transfer into the Military Police. Of course, Mike preferred having her safe within Wall Sina and away from titans as she was before joining the Scouts, but it also meant they couldn’t see each other all that often. But, having your Commander as your best friend helped in such situations. Erwin gave him a weekend off to go and see his girl.
And it was Friday.
The plan was easy. Knowing how impatient he was to go and see Moon, Nanaba offered to take care of his part of the paperwork. Of course, he’d still have to read what she had written and sign the papers, but they were due on Monday. Mike would pull an all-nighter after returning to HQ if it meant he could be at Moon’s place by the evening. Being separated for long periods of time was bothersome, especially after they finally got used to being around each other constantly. She only went through the training and joined the Scouts to stay close to him in the first place, despite his protests.
Mike rubbed his tired eyes, then forced himself to get out of bed. He took a quick shower, lowering the water temperature as much as he could handle to chase away the sleep that still clouded his mind. Once finished, he dried his body with one of his huge white towels. Those towels were probably the fanciest things he had and they made him realize spoiling himself a little might not be such a bad idea.
With his teeth brushed and his facial hair neatly trimmed, Mike walked back into his bedroom. His uniform was already hanging off of his closet door. In his mind, he listed off the duties he had that day as he pulled his clothes on. With paperwork out of the way, he only had training to deal with. The morning training was for his squad, the afternoon one was with the cadets. Erwin had his hands full with planning the next expedition, and Levi was with Hange. The two were dealing with the experiments and training for Eren Yaeger, who was still trying to grasp his titan abilities. The success of retaking their territory back from the titans depended on him.
A slight gust of wind caused his hair to temporarily blind him as he walked out of the old building. He made a mental note to cut it over the weekend. He could do it after he returned to the HQ, but Moon made it her business to massage his scalp whenever he’d do it in front of her. She claimed it was good for his hair and he found it relaxing, so it was a win-win situation.
His squad was already on the training field as he finally reached it. Friday was a cardio day, so no one had their gear equipped. Gear training was on Tuesdays.
- Morning. - even though it was still quite early, Nanaba looked about ready to tease him. Mike raised his hand as she opened her mouth to speak.
- I don’t want to hear it. - he nodded at the rest of the group as a greeting, then turned back to Nanaba. - Or you’ll still be running laps by the time I get to Wall Sina. -
- I didn’t say anything. - she feigned innocence, but her lips quickly broke into a grin. - Your mustache is not even. -
- Alright, warm-up first, then 10 laps. - Mike began with the exercise, knowing she was lying. - 15 laps for Nanaba. -
The group laughed at the groaning woman, the latter becoming the new target for their teasing. Mike didn’t usually mind being teased, but all he wanted was to be over with the day and leave the place. He could easily tell his mind was already in Moon’s house.
–
In said house, Moon was just waking up. A strand of her hair tickled her face as she turned on her back. The sun was already out, its warm rays pouring through her window and hurting her eyes. She mentally scolded herself for forgetting to close the curtains the night before.
She sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. A quick glance at the clock showed her she had an hour before having to show up for duty. Unlike popular belief, Military Police actually had work to do. Since she was a cadet up until recently, Moon only had mundane tasks so far. Patrolling, overseeing the transfer of weaponry from one location to another and such things weren’t quite demanding – save for the one time she got in trouble for standing up to her superior when he tried to illegally sell some explosives – but it was a start.
Her duty for the day was guarding a family of nobles on their way from their residence to the church, stay there the whole day, then bring them back home. She received no explanation as to why they needed protection nor what they would do during the time they would spend in said church. It bothered her, considering the Church of the Walls didn’t have a good reputation among those who didn’t believe in such things, but Moon didn’t have much leeway to ask questions about it. She wasn’t even allowed inside, meaning she’d have to stand in front of the building in the hot weather.
She dragged herself to the bathroom to do her morning routine, then went back to the bedroom to get dressed. She kept her weapons in there as well, in case someone broke into her house. Even though the Interior was swarming with Military Police, break-ins still happened every now and then.
Fully equipped, Moon walked into her kitchen and made herself a quick breakfast. It was adjoined to the living room, with a kitchen table separating the two. She glanced at her packed bag on the left side of the couch.
She planned to give Mike a surprise visit. The original plan was to go last week, but Moon chickened out, thinking Mike might not approve of her idea. When she got another weekend off in a row, Moon took it as a sign to stop being a coward and go visit him. She would go early in the morning, so he wouldn’t get in trouble for sneaking an MP into his bedroom in the middle of the night. She didn’t feel like testing Erwin’s patience.
–
Mike sat at the table in the mess hall, with a bowl of stew and a small loaf of bread in front of him. Erwin was on his right side, while Hange and Levi sat across from them. The two were grumpy – well, Levi always was – because they weren’t making any progress with Eren that day. Erwin gave them a few suggestions, but Hange claimed they had already tried those ideas.
- When are you leaving, Mike? - Erwin tried to change the subject and diffuse the awkward atmosphere.
- After dinner. - Mike still had the afternoon training with the cadets. He also had to pack his backpack for the trip and take a shower before the last meal for the day.
- How long has it been since she left? - Hange sounded curious. Perhaps even the genius needed a break.
- Almost a month. - he stirred his stew absentmindedly.
- Not very talkative, are we? - her suggestive smirk made his body tense. Hange had dirtier mind than any other person Mike knew. - Are you… -
- Hange, please. - Erwin chuckled at Mike’s reaction, but said nothing about it. - Let the man eat. -
- You guys are no fun. - she protested, then filled her mouth with the stew.
- Does Moon know you’re coming? - Erwin ignored the woman. He broke a piece of his bread and popped it in his mouth.
- No. - he smirked to himself in amusement. Mike just might end up getting shot at, considering Moon was not expecting visitors. As if reading his mind, Erwin laughed.
- I’d knock before entering. -
- I was thinking the same thing. - Mike admitted. - I forgot she has guns in the house now. -
They continued to chit-chat as they ate their respective meals. Mike remained quiet most of the time, but listened to the relaxed conversation happening around him. Once he was finished, he excused himself and went to his room to pack for the trip.
He only packed another set of clothing he’d need, his toothbrush and Moon’s cloak from when she was still in the Scouts. She got along well with Nanaba, Lynne and Hange, so the three women harassed Erwin to give the cloak back to Moon as a sign of friendship. It didn’t really take long for him to give in to their request, but the letter attached to the cloak only had the signatures of the three of them. Mike figured the girls didn’t want Erwin to get in trouble for giving away a part of their uniform, considering making them wasn’t exactly cheap.
Mike also prepared a gray T-shirt and pants to change into in the evening and placed them on his bed. His underwear and socks were placed on top of the shirt and his shoes were neatly left by the door to his office. He found it disgusting to have shoes near his bed.
His office was well-maintained too. It wasn’t as clean as Levi’s, considering the short man was also the humanity’s greatest clean freak, but it was tidy and easy to navigate. Everything Mike used for work had its own place in that room. He even had some books on the shelves, even though their contents didn’t have much to do with killing titans. Mike wasn’t much of a bookworm, but every now and then Erwin would give him a book he deemed interesting enough for the shaggier of blondes. At first, they would sit on the shelves untouched, until Mike finally decided to give them a chance. It was needless to say Erwin was onto something.
Fully equipped in his gear, Mike walked out of his office and locked the door behind him. Unlike his squad, the cadets had a different training program. It wasn’t surprising, really – each squad had different schedules, and the fresh batch of people were still adjusting to their lives as Scouts. They needed the transition training to turn them from mere cadets into full-fledged soldiers. Friday was gear training, normally led by Levi. Mike had no luck, however. He had only agreed to fill in for Levi half an hour before Erwin said he could have the weekend off and he wasn’t one of those people who’d back down on their promise.
There was still time before the cadets were supposed to gather, but Mike headed to the training field nonetheless. In their line of work, there was no such thing as being too ready. He was trying to find a way to use the gear even when there were no houses or trees around. While titans were also something they could hook onto, some were too dangerous for cadets to do it. Soldiers with little to no experience in the field needed an alternative, and Mike was hellbent on finding the solution.
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The day was too damn hot. Moon had been standing outside in the sun the whole day, even when the noble family went to a nice little restaurant to have lunch. Once she had scanned the inside of the place and assured them they would be safe inside, she was instructed to wait by the door. Even the kitchen staff pitied her to the point where one of the waitresses brought her a small loaf of bread and a pitcher of water to get her through the day.
When they returned to the church, Moon was disappointed to see there was absolutely no shade left anywhere near the entrance. The only bench around was occupied by the believers already waiting for the service to start. She believed it was idiotic, considering there were a few hours before it would actually begin. If they had a proper reason to be there so early, Moon wasn’t aware of it.
At first, the elderly group of nobles paid no attention to her. It was only after she had refused to let them into the church a couple of times within an hour that they started offering inappropriate comments. Had she not heard things people said to the Scouts while she was one of them, she would’ve been insulted.
Just before it was time for the service to start, minister Nick walked out through the heavy wooden door of his church. Many people already gathered outside. The crowd was getting impatient, since the sun was still frying everything on its path on the holy grounds. The sight of the man seemed to defuse the anger as he offered polite smiles and kind words to the people. The minister promised them refreshments as soon as everyone was seated inside and ushered them in. He offered Moon a pitiful glance as he closed the door behind himself.
Sighing tiredly, Moon walked to the finally free bench and took a seat. Thanks to its previous occupants, the wood didn’t get unbearably hot under the sun. Two families passed by on their way to the restaurant the noble family she was guarding had lunch at. They were quite the sight – young married couples, surrounded by five children. The couple that seemed older had three kids. One of them – a boy, she assumed – tripped over his feet as he ran around them in circles and scraped his knee. His father didn’t look too happy about the situation when the boy started to cry, but the mother managed to calm down both her son and her husband. They didn’t even look Moon’s way as they continued their walk.
Her mind wandered to Mike. Their anniversary was coming up soon, and she had yet to decide what kind of a gift he would like. On their first anniversary she bought him a set of nice towels after overhearing Levi complaining to Erwin they should order new ones. Apparently, the ones they had at the time were so worn down, it was unacceptable. She was pleased to see Mike was still using the ones she bought for him, even after Erwin decided to humor Levi’s whim.
Maybe she should buy him a set of linen for his bed. That sounded like a good idea at first, but Moon felt like he’d prefer something else, something he could use both at home and in the field. A gun would be useless and he already had blades, so she wasn’t quite sure what else could she possibly provide for him. Hell, he even had a pocket knife, in case his gear got messed up or something.
She was close to deeming him too difficult to shop for when she finally got an idea.
Maybe Moon shouldn’t buy anything for him. Maybe she should buy something for herself. There was a nice little lingerie shop near her house and, while it was quite expensive, she had enough money saved to afford something from it. It would close by the time she’d finish her work for the day, but she had another two weeks to buy it and organize everything. Maybe Erwin would even give him a weekend off for the occasion.
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By the time training was finished, Mike could smell his own sweat. Even though his job was to oversee and demonstrate when necessary, he decided to participate on equal grounds with the cadets. He always did it when he was in charge and not substituting for anyone, and he knew Levi did the same thing, so it was only right to do so. While it wasn’t quite enough to exhaust him – partially because he was fired up by the idea of seeing Moon in a couple of hours – he could feel the tension in his muscles. Mike figured it would go away once he hit the shower and ate his dinner.
He had a full hour before dinner would be served, so he went directly to his quarters to clean himself up. Mike only showered long enough to relieve his sore muscles. Once he dried off, he went to his bedroom and pulled on the clothes he left on his bed earlier that day. Satisfied with how he looked, he grabbed his backpack, keys and wallet, and went straight to the mess hall.
People were already gathered inside as he made his way to the usual table. The food wasn’t out yet, but he saw one of the female cadets already munching on plain bread. He heard her appetite shocked even Keith Shadis, their former Commander.
Levi and Hange were even grumpier than during lunch. Apparently, Eren partially transformed in order to pick up a spoon he accidentally dropped. It helped them figure out how to control his transformation, but other than that, no real progress was made. Unlike them, Erwin was pleased even with that alone.
- Give him time. - the blonde said to the woman once she finished reporting. - You probably know more about titans than he does. I trust you two will do a good job and get him ready for the next expedition. -
- Sometimes I feel like you have shit for brains, Erwin. - Levi wasn’t impressed. - Even though we have new information, it doesn’t mean he can control his powers. He’s still useless. -
- Your impatience won’t make him learn any faster. - Erwin pointed out. - Nor will your foul mouth. -
Levi clicked his tongue. - Tell me something I don’t know. -
- How about this? - Mike tapped his nose in an attempt to ease the atmosphere. - Dinner is coming out. -
Mike was practically finished with his meal as soon as he returned to the table with it. The group found it amusing and Hange even told him to slow down or he might get sick, but he was beyond impatient at that point. It was a strange feeling, since he normally had better control of himself. He took the tray to where the dirty dishes were to be returned, then waved at his friends on his way out.
His horse looked happy to be taken out for a ride. It neighed as Mike led it out of the stables and gave it a carrot as a snack.
- Good boy. - Mike praised the animal and saddled it. Moments later, he was galloping in the direction of Wall Sina.
It took Mike a little over two hours to reach it, then another ten minutes to find his way to Moon’s house. He tied the reins of his horse to her wooden fence once he entered her yard. He fished out his keys from his pocket and walked up to her door.
Light was coming out through her bedroom window, so he figured he would have enough time to announce his arrival before she could try and shoot him. His theory proved to be incorrect, since there was a barrel of her rifle pointed straight in his face as soon as he entered.
- Mike? - Moon gasped in surprise, immediately lowering her weapon. She stared at him with her eyes opened wide, as if he was a ghost or something. - I could’ve killed you. -
- Erwin said I should knock first. - he admitted as he took her rifle away and took his shoes off.
- You’re here. - she followed him into the living room in disbelief. The weapon was discarded on the table quickly. - You’re really here. -
- I am. - he turned around, only to be jumped by the woman. Her bare legs wrapped around his waist, so his hands went to her thighs to keep her in place. He didn’t hesitate when Moon’s lips found his own. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs clenched around his waist, allowing him to explore her body with his hands. They traveled up her sides, then back to her behind, where he buried his calloused fingers in her soft flesh. She moaned into the kiss, so Mike pushed his tongue between her lips and touched her own. His cock was getting harder as one of his hands moved up to cup her breast. His lips moved from hers to her jaw and down to her neck, making her throw her head back in pleasure.
Mike carried her to her bedroom, disposing of her robe as he walked. She wore nothing underneath it, making him realize she probably just finished showering when he arrived. He placed her down on the bed, but remained on his feet in order to undress. Once naked, his eyes caught her flustered face. No matter how many times they did it, Moon reacted to him as if it was her first time seeing him bare. Her eyes widened when he stroked himself slowly.
- See something you like? - he teased her as he did when he took her for the first time.
- It’s been almost a month. - her voice was husky. - You should probably gag me before you take me, or I might wake up the whole neighborhood. -
- You’ll wake them up before we even get that far. - Mike promised as he knelt on the bed. He placed his head between her thighs and kept them apart with his hands. Mike lowered his mouth onto her pussy and ran his tongue between her folds. Her hand found its way into his hair, gripping it tightly as she screamed out her pleasure. He teased the sensitive nub he found there, while his fingers found their way to her entrance. He slowly pushed one digit inside, feeling how tight and ready she was for him.
By the time the second digit could fit, she was practically shaking underneath him. He had put his tongue to work as he took her with both his mouth and his fingers. Her scent and her taste were intoxicating for him, even more so since he hadn’t seen her for so long. His other hand splayed over her stomach to keep her hips in place. She was begging for a release, so he curled his fingers inside of her.
- Mike, I… - before she could finish her sentence, she screamed out as orgasm took over her. He helped her ride those waves with his fingers, feeling her convulse around them. Seeing her so exposed to him, so lost in his touch, made his cock throb painfully. She stilled as the feeling subsided, and he pulled his digits out. - Holy fuck. -
- I’d say. - he placed a kiss on her stomach, then moved to lay on top of her.
- Mike, please. - her voice was needy as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him down for a kiss, letting her hands explore his torso. He moved his own hand lower and lined himself with her entrance. Just a simple touch of their genitalia made her moan. - I need you. -
He pushed in slowly, feeling her stretch around him as she took him in. He broke the kiss to watch her while he claimed her, enjoying each moan that escaped her lips. - Tell me if I’m too much. -
- I don’t want you to stop. - her nails dug into the skin on his back. - Fuck, this hurts. -
Mike kissed her as he bottomed out. He stayed still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size again. - Tell me when you’re ready. -
- Shit, I hurt you. - she looked worried about the marks she left on his trapezoids.
- I’m fine. - he was fucking delirious. She was so tight around him, he wasn’t sure how much he’d last. - You can do that all you want. -
- You can move now. - she moaned when he did, her short nails drawing a map of the world on his skin. His movement was slow and gentle, but the better she took him, the more he picked up the speed and power behind his thrusts. The one-handed grip he had on her waist was the only thing keeping her in place.
Mike let out a guttural growl when she clenched her sex around him just as he bottomed out. His eyes found her ones and he realized she was on the verge of another climax. He angled his hips to hit the sensitive spot within her with each thrust, making her clench around him again. - Come for me. -
- I can’t do it on com… Oh, fuck me. - her orbs rolled to the back of her head as she began convulsing around him. He adjusted his pace to help her ride out her orgasm, burying his face into the crook of her neck. He placed a chaste kiss on the spot where he could feel her increased heartbeat.
- Looks like you can. - Mike murmured as she came down from her high. He raised his head to look at her face and kissed her again. - Good girl. -
Her eyes were full of desire. - I need more, please. -
Mike was more than happy to oblige, even though he was quite close to his own orgasm. He pulled out of her, then turned her on her belly. His legs brought her own together and she perked her ass up for him. Pleased with the action, he entered her from behind.
Moon released a loud moan as he buried himself fully. The angle allowed him to hit her sensitive spot with each thrust without fail and play with her clit at the same time, so he did exactly that. His body molded to the curve of her back and he leaned his weight on his left arm, allowing her to keep her hips up without an issue. Her delicate hand clutched the sheets tightly as her third orgasm rapidly approached.
She pushed her ass against him and her free hand moved to his hip. Due to the difference in size, she had difficulty reaching him, so she scratched his skin a few times before she could properly grip him. - Fuck, you feel so good. -
- Is that so? - he groaned when her pussy tightened around him. - What are you waiting for, then? -
The rhythmic clenching of her walls nearly pushed him over the edge as well, so he pulled out and took himself in his hand. His hold was tight as he stroked himself a few times. His other hand pushed her into the mattress, her bare back accepting his full weight. His body stilled and shuddered, his pleasure spilling over her ass as he came.
It took him a minute to calm his breathing. - I’ll get you a towel. -
- Thank you. - she smiled at him softly as she lowered her hips onto the mattress. Mike sauntered off into her bathroom and took the towel from the neatly folded pile on her shelf. It was white and soft, just like the ones he had in his own room. Once he was cleaned up, he returned to her and took care of her as well. She turned on her back when he went to throw the towel in the laundry basket. - I missed you. -
- Did you? - the corner of his lips turned upwards in a smile at the sound of her soft voice. He eased his huge body onto her bed and brought her closer to him, so Moon’s head would rest on his chest. A month worth of tension left him as he closed his eyes and took in the scent of her hair. - I missed you too. -
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