Silhouettes In The Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Chapter Sixteen
Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?
Warnings: fluff, smidge of angst(nothing major), feels, sm/ut, dirt y-talk, or/al f receiving
Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader
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Chapter Fifteen || Epilogue (TBA)
HEADLINES:
Who Was The Best Dressed At The Starlit Premiere of Steve Rogers’ Ghosted? Take A Look At Our List.
Are Y/N-James Red Carpet Official? Maybe Not! Bucky Barnes Walks Friend’s Premiere Carpet Solo.
Fans Have Gone Into A Meltdown, Bucky Barnes and Loki Laufeyson Are Just The Tip Of The Cameo Iceberg In Ghosted
Dolores Launches Podcast After Win Against Alexander Pierce, ‘Raise Your Voice’ Ratings Through The Roof As Panellists Range From Big Names Of Hollywood To People Needing A Platform To Raise Their Voice.
Sharon Carter Issues Public Apology To Atone For Her Scathing Comments And Support Of Horrible Hollywood Executive.
Ace and Loki No Longer Together, Old Pictures Of The Couple Resurface As Fans Are Not So Shocked At The Pair Calling It Quits.
Author Y/N Y/L/N’s Fans Left In A Lurch Over ITIMYIMDO Movie, Is It Happening Or Not?
Here Is What Director Natasha Romanoff Said Six Months Since The Project Has Shut Down In A Recent Podcast Hosted By Dolores.
You had noticed a change in Bucky. It wasn’t a bad change just it left you confused but he distracted you enough that you would forget about it. Now, however, as you watch his cameo in Ghosted; a sort of olive branch extended towards your boyfriend and Loki by Steve.
Bucky’s hand on your thigh and the smirk on his face illuminated by the movie playing on the screen affirm your suspicions. He meets your gaze, raising a brow when you narrow your eyes at him.
“Don’t act coy.” You warn him, he feigns innocence yet again. The man shrugs then gazes back as he squeezes your thigh.
“Bucky.” Your palm covers his larger one.
He ignores you, watching his scene play out.
You lean in closer, “Or should I say, ‘God’?”
His sharp inhale has you smirk, “Is this why you always got even more cocky when I moaned ‘oh God’? Did you pretend I was calling for you? Praying to my God?” You tug on his earlobe.
“Feather.” He warns as you trail your fingers along his inner thigh, you trace them back to his knee.
“Yes, God?”
“Feather, I will not hesitate to fuck you right here in this corner.” He uses a warning tone.
“Is that a promise?” You tease, you watch him meet your challenging gaze.
You watch as he slides down, kneeling, spreading your thighs apart. You scramble to shut them. He wouldn’t allow it.
“Bucky!” Your hissed whisper turns into a whimper as he cups your mound, the slit of your dress giving him access.
“Shh, Feather. We won’t get caught, that is if you pray to your God.” He whispers then kisses your knee before parting your legs, eyes moving between your cunt and you, a pleased expression on his face illuminated by the screen.
You look around the corner, seats were in the last row, no one was along your row. It was perfectly private. You feel his warm breath against your already dripping folds. Warmth but the fear of being caught also coils in your stomach.
Bucky cups your chin making you look at him, brow raised in question.
“Have you seen yourself tonight?” You reason, he chuckles, returning and placing a kiss to your clit. You bite down on your lip. Hand gripping his hair and the handle of your seat.
Bucky moans at your taste on his tongue, lapping at every drop. The way your thighs squeezed his head only urged him onward. Fuck, you taste divine. He hadn’t expected himself to enjoy the moment you had uttered the three words when he was between your thighs right after shooting his cameo.
The whimpered and greedy ‘Oh God yes,’ at first it was something he found amusing that it turned him on so deeply. Slowly he found himself priding in you calling out to one of the names he was given.
Raising his right hand to your bitten lips, he watches you whine low, noticing the same ring he wears on screen, your lips part like his good girl. Your mouth is warm, wet and so greedy as you coat his fingers.
His fingers slowly sink into your needy cunt, clenching around his dexterous fingers. Bucky teases you, moving slowly. Nipping at your folds when you tug at his hair demanding for more.
He toys with you, bringing you close to your edge and then distracting you with soft kisses and the feeling of his beard rubbing along your thighs.
“Please,” Your whisper is sounding fucked out when all he’s done is tease you.
“Please what, Angel?” He smirks when you clench around him yet again, “You like that name?”
“Please, James–,”
“Not what I want to hear tonight, Y/N.” He pinches your clit.
How no one has heard the two of you baffles you, but the way you feel full yet empty and so needy it takes a back pedal.
“Please, my God, please.” Your mouth parts as his fingers pick up pace, “Sing for your God, Angel.” Metal fingers move past your lips, you moan around them as the sounds of explosions fill the theatre.
Your arousal floods his mouth, Bucky moans more, savouring every last drop. Licking you clean, he then sits back in his seat, licking the remnants of you off of his fingers.
“You’re a menace.” You whisper, holding your hand out for your panties.
“Oh you will get those back after round two in the car or bathroom whichever we make it to, first or maybe we stay back here.” He promises, palm wrapping around your neck and he brings you closer for a deep kiss.
Boneless is how you feel when you fall against him.
“God, Bucky,” You mewl against his shoulder as the coarse hairs graze your clit.
The deep groan against your sternum has you jolt in Bucky’s arms. Aftershocks thrum through you. The entire evening spent falling apart for each other.
His palms squeeze your hips before they trace up your back, cobalt eyes trace your flushed face. Gaze travelling along your kiss bitten skin to where you sheath him.
Bucky moans yet again at the mess coating the two of you.
“Feather, you’re beautiful.” He cups your cheeks, you laugh still out of breath in the slightest.
Bucky smiles at the sound he causes, your nose brushes against his when you move to kiss him.
Sparks bloom in your chest, your heart surging at the man who harbours it within his hands is yours, that he loves you back, and is everything you hoped for and more. Your hands move over his chest, left hand tracing over the scars of his shoulder not shying away, not retracting your touch but loving every inch of him.
Bucky runs his fingers over your hair, drawing you closer. Fingertips move along your back and arm, thumb tracing over your quill tattoo. He sighs in content, the woman he loves in his arms.
A rumbling sound has the two of you pause. Bucky laughs, cheeks turning red as his hunger manifests.
“Cmon I think we left the take out on the kitchen island.” You move to get off of him, Bucky spins your world around. You’re laying on your back staring up at him. Mirth decorates his features.
“James.” You’re about to chastise him, but he cuts you off by kissing your forehead, then your temple, cheeks, your chin and then nose.
“You make me very, very happy, Feather.” Bucky declares, kissing your lips again to seal his words.
“I love you.” Is all your tightening throat allows you to say, “I love you so much, James.” you cup his face between your palms.
“You’ve made me feel happiness that I never thought I could feel again.” He says, eyes forming tears.
“You’ve made me feel happiness that I only thought existed in the fictional worlds I create. You, Bucky Barnes deserve every bit of happiness to be yours always.” You wipe the tear from his cheek.
“It’s with you.” He leans into your touch, forehead touching yours.
“By your side.” You promise him.
Bucky’s lips find yours again, moulding you against every inch of him, needing you close.
“You know, I admire how you stood up against a bully like that pathetic low life.”
You look up from your laptop to the person speaking. The coffee shop was supposed to be secluded. The person wears a uniform, name tag reading their designation of barista, name Nandini.
“It wasn’t me alone.” Your statement is true, you weren’t alone, several before you, several after you and several kept safe now.
“True, but if you didn’t agree to stand up it would be one less person, maybe one less testimony would make the difference. I know it’s been seven months now. I um, didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories. I actually… I used to read avidly, but I well life caught up,” They look down and you notice a worn copy of the book that led to your journey as an author.
“I know how that feels.” You add with a gentle smile, “Would you like me to sign it?”
“If you don’t mind, I, there is a lot in this book that I connected with, my boyfriend he stays continents away. Sometimes I felt you were writing about us. You wrote about the struggles, not just the happy stuff.” She chuckles handing you her book.
You open the title page, writing her name and a short message and handing it back. Nandini smiles looking at the message.
‘Dear Nandini,
Rhys and Doll combated the distance, so can you and your love.
Sometimes life gets hard but it gets better, I promise you that much.
Thank you for reading my words, thank you for giving this book your love. Most of all, thank you for your kind words.
Love,
Y/N.’
“Thank you.” She says walking away.
Your phone rings just as you pack up your things an hour later.
Natasha’s contact displays, you answer, “Hey–,”
“How soon can you get to BW?” She cuts you off.
“Um, Is everything okay? I can be there in twenty minutes…” You look down at your watch.
“Okay, see you!” The line cuts off, you stare at the device.
Bucky was still filming for a movie in Philadelphia. You text him about your plans. Sam replies from his phone saying the shot is ongoing but he would let him know.
When you head into BW it’s all bustling, the aftermath of SHIELD turning into HYDRA then its conversion into Hill Productions when Maria took over had opened up space at BW to seize the opportunity. Over the course of the past seven months several changes had occurred, right from the management changes at the production house to the freedom finally handed over to Steve and Bucky.
The money they had been paying over years to get out was reimbursed to them, statements issued by the executives taking responsibility for exploiting them and taking accountability while easily blaming Alexander so they would not be penalised worse than him.
Yelena waves you over to the conference room while attending a call, the room is dark and she urges you to sit on the chair and the flat screen TV illuminates, music plays and then you watch as Bucky’s scenes for your book adaptation play.
Watching him as Rhys never failed to enrapture you, his scenes with Loki move you and then you notice it’s the first video-call scene with Doll. You frown, noticing it has footage of you.
From the practice scenes because Dolores was not one bit professional. The video continues, with scenes with Ace, Loki and Steve as well. Even the video call with Tony Stark is edited to show one interaction between Doll and himself.
The video ends and the lights turn on, you turn to face Natasha, Maria, Nick, Yelena, Loki and Steve. Bucky and Sam’s faces are on an iPad via a video call you stare at them all blankly.
“So?” Nat grins at you hopefully.
“So?” You counter, looking at the blank screen and then back at her.
“What do you think?” Steve asks, you shrug.
“I’m confused, are we going to commence shooting again? Or are we releasing this for the fans?” your response has everyone facepalm.
Nick Fury stares at you, “We want you to play Doll.”
There is a beat of silence broken by your nervous laugh. They cannot be serious.
“I’m not an actress.” You reason at the absurdity.
“Y/N, you’re the perfect Doll.” Natasha adds, “This is what you all were supposed to see at the meeting.”
“Nat, you have to be joking–,”
“She isn’t, you’re perfect, Feather. Longer footage was shown to a test audience and they loved you.” Bucky adds, you stare at him.
“Bucky, I, this is, there are scenes that are harder than these…” You point to the TV.
“We even showed test audience footage of these same scenes with Dolores. They thought you had better chemistry and timing with all members of the cast. This wasn’t even when Bucky and you were actively together.” Natasha adds on.
“We believe you can master those with an acting coach.” Yelena offers, you stare at her.
“I’m… I’m just a writer.” You stare at your hands.
“Nat, play the first meet scene.” Bucky requests and watches as you look up at the screen.
This was your favourite scene to write, them finally meeting, you watch as Bucky and you click within the roles. It's not you and Bucky on screen, no. It’s Rhys and Doll, showing their love story to those who want to watch, bringing their love alive for the world to see.
“You see what I mean?” Bucky’s voice is what you latch onto, you nod.
“What about the other… well scenes…” Your eyes move to Steve and back to Bucky.
“Intimacy coaches and we can always fade to black on the sex scenes.” Natasha assures you, “Look we’ll make this as PG-13, we just want you on board. This is your story to write and show. The writers are willing to rewrite. It will take a while but we can recommence shooting. Of course the entirety would have to be done again since this is tainted production house footage.”
“What if I say no?” You ask, Nat’s smile falters but she keeps a smaller one in place.
“Well then we would start to search for an actress to play Doll to her authentic description as the author wrote.” She smiles, “It’s no pressure at all.”
“Are you sure?” You look at the established actors in the room and then at Nat and then the producers.
Finally you look at Yelena.
“I think you can do this, plus after the awful reviews we need people to forget you’re an author before reminding them with your next release.” She winks at you, the joke of finding another job was long running since the plan was set in motion to tank the ratings of your previous release.
“Alright, but this is the only movie I will ever act in, understood?” You warn everyone as a cheer breaks through.
“That's my girl.” Bucky cheers, sending a flying kiss your way.
Over A Year Later.
“Alright people, places, good, good.” Natasha calls out, watching the monitors, she gives you an encouraging smile and takes a deep breath, “Lights, Camera, Action!”
Palms sweaty, you watch as Dolores stalks closer to Bucky. Kate watches along as the entire scene plays out.
Expletives dripping from her vocabulary and Loki apologising profusely. Bucky pushes Dolores away and notices the video call.
You cut the call, not wanting to deal with the ordeal. Pushing your ringing phone aside the blue eyed man’s picture turned down and curling up against your pillow, tears brimming over.
You push away Kate’s soothing hand.
“Cut!” Natasha yells, “Well done everyone, I think we have it, so this brings all distant scenes to an end. We can pack up for the day.”
She praises giving thanks to everyone.
You wipe your tears. Sniffling as Bucky comes onto set to hand you the box of tissues.
You look up to him for notes, he’d been your acting tutor over the past year along with other professional coaches. Although Loki had been the one to teach you how to cry on cue.
“Perfect.” He wipes an escaping tear, Kate coos at the two of you.
“You guys are so cute.” She beams, “Just who I pictured Rhys and Doll to be, dreams do come true.”
“Several of your dreams are coming true, Kate Bishop.” Yelena’s voice smoothes over, a knowing smile on her face as Kate and her exchange glances.
“Yelena,” Kate nods, swallowing and tucking her fringe behind her ear.
“Kate,” Yelena sends a smirk her way.
You look up at Bucky, he nods, reading your mind about the two of them. He was glad Kate had been hired to play Doll’s best friend replacing Ace. They were approached to play the role but backed out after apologising. Projects weren’t scarce for them. Easily finding work on the enemies to lovers book turned into a mini series penned by you.
Kate walks off set, her shoulder brushing against Yelena’s making the latter grin sweetly. You coo at her and she glares at you. Bucky laughs heartily.
“I came to check in, tomorrow are intimate scenes with Steve.” She reminds you and you nod.
“We have rehearsal scheduled this afternoon with the intimacy coordinator, closed set.” You find Bucky’s hand and he kisses your palm.
“You’re going to be okay, it’s been switched around so no nudity for anyone.” He explains, it was a part of his new contracts now, he wouldn’t be doing heavy loaded sex scenes in any of his remaining projects.
“You’re going to be there right?” You ask yet again.
“As long as you want me to be there, Feather. Plus if you get done with Steve earlier we can practise.” Bucky wiggles his brows, you giggle.
“Practise our scenes or practise–,”
“You know what I want to practise.” He huffs, cheeks slightly red.
“You’re still scandalised!” It amuses you, you didn’t think the scene you had come up with was that spicy in nature.
“Feather, I did not expect that to come out of your mind.” He blinks then shakes his head in disbelief.
“May I add something to your thoughts of that scene?” You ask, with the way he licks his lips you know he’s thinking of it.
“You inspired the dirty talk oh and that thing with the choking and then him fucking into her even when she’s all worn out by him, asking for one more, I know you got one more in you baby. Then when she says, ‘Do you have one more in you? Want to fill me up to the brim? Till you make a mess of my pretty thighs?’ You’re the muse baby–,”
“Fuck.” He groans, “Don’t,”
“Why not?” You say teasingly, leading him to his trailer.
“Because you aren’t leaving my bed. For however long it takes,” Bucky has you trapped between the door of his trailer and his strong chest.
Towering over you, you watch as his darkened gaze drinks you in, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
“How many did she give him?” His knuckles trace from your cheekbone to throat.
“F-Four,” You stutter as he leans in closer.
Bucky smirks, watching the way you respond to him, “I think you have six for me, Feather.”
You mould against him as his lips touch yours, arms pulling you close.
“You are sure you’re comfortable?” Steve questions. It is a flashback scene between his character and yours; making out that would end with Steve’s shirt on the floor and the screen fading away.
You look from the couch where the scene would take place to Steve and nod. Then gulp. Nerves getting to you.
“Hey, look at me,” Steve walks over to you, “You can do this okay? We practised the kiss, it doesn’t look awkward anymore. You’ve been training for this, if you want we can have Bucky to this scene and CGI–,”
“We don’t have the budget for CGI.” You shake your head amused.
“I’ll get on board as a producer.” He winks grinning as you laugh.
“Places!” Natasha calls out.
Your eyes move to Bucky, he raises his thumbs to cheer you on.
“You okay? Need more time?” Steve enquiers.
“No I’m okay, let’s get this done.” You square your shoulders, taking a deep breath.
Steve and you are positioned outside the door in front of the camera. Wanda would be following in as the scene was more raw and frantic. The shot was to represent the first love and betrayal doll experienced.
Flowing from the couch makeout to the hotel scene where she catches Steve on a date with another woman.
“Lights! Camera! Action!”
HEADLINES:
Almost Two Years Later I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once Is About To Hit Theatres Here Is Everything You Need To Know About The Filming Of The Movie
Stars Who Were Almost Offered Roles In Author Y/N’s ITIMYIMDO
Some Fans Not Pleased About Author Turning Into Actress, See The Posts Here
Bucky Barnes Announces Break From The Silver Screen, Will Return To Promote Slated To Release Movies
Steve Rogers Back At The Writer’s Desk! See Snippet Of Murder Mystery He Is Said To Co-Author With Y/N
Bucky Barnes Shares Pictures Of Y/N On His Instagram And Look At The Sweet Puppies They Have Adopted
Powerhouse Duo Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova Share Snaps From Their Wedding! Steve Rogers Attends With Mystery Date
Loki Laufeyson Spotted Out Celebrating Latest TV Show Success. Awards Line Up On His Mantle At The Emmys. Friends Join The Actor In This Happy Moment
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Summary: labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends. A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)
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There is a shuffle near Bucky’s chest, then the warmth begins to slip away. He frowns, his arms tighten around his source of comfort pulling it closer to him. A familiar softness is flush against him.
Sleep leaves him as he pulls you closer. Hands roaming your body, hips grinding against yours, your little squeak has him smile.
“Morning Sunshine.” He whispers stubble tickling your neck, you giggle feeling his hard on.
“You’re excited.” You laugh as he tickles you again, turning you in his arms.
His hair tousled, blue eyes happily meeting your own. You lean closer kissing his nose he scrunches it making him look even more adorable in the morning light.
“You’re adorable, Puffin.” You declare.
“I’m not adorable.” He huffs.
“Oh yes I forgot, you’re a diabolical evil genius wanting revenge.” Your eye roll has him lean above you. Holding himself up with one hand while the other guides your leg around his waist.
You bite your lip, his strength was always something that impressed you. Your palms rest upon his chest, slowly your eyes and fingers drift to the constellation that he has tattooed.
“Why this one?” You ask, the question always burns on your tongue, you had never dared to ask him about his ink.
Now though?
The way you feel as if this one last layer separating the two of you was gone. Giving you all of him and giving him all of you.
“You always did like that one.” He murmurs, your gaze lifts to him. Warmth spreads across your cheeks and he smiles.
“You think I didn’t notice it is one amongst your favourites to touch and trace.” He nudges your nose with his; his chest filled with love and happiness. He had so much to tell you. So much to share. Now no longer needing to bite his tongue. No longer did he need to hold back his emotions.
You trace it yet again, the little stars and the intricate line work. Even as he had an impressive expanse of tattoos this one never seemed to be overshadowed. A small linework sun nestled near it. That was your second favourite. You trace it as well.
“Do you know the constellation?” He murmurs, there is something in his voice that draws you in, you nod.
“It’s a zodiac sign.” You answer, his soft laughter greets you.
“Yeah, but which one is it, Sunshine?” He kisses your forehead.
Your eyes drift to the tattoo and then back to him. Bucky watches as your eyes widen, then you do a double take. Realisation hits you, it's your sun sign.
A soft gasp leaves your lips, “Bucky.”
“You remember when we took you guys back home in that taxi?” He recounts, “You fell asleep right against my left arm. Your head rested on that very spot. I had my arm around you for the first time. The way I wanted to for so long. I swear I felt your presence against that spot for days after.”
Your eyes meet his, Bucky looks at you with some of the love he carries for you.
He knows if he looked at you with all of the love he has, it would consume him before he could show it all to you.
He would never be able to look away because he hasn’t been able to look away since the day his heart decided to harbour you. He may have tried to rid his heart of you, but all attempts were feeble, fleeting and futile.
“Six years ago, you took my heart. I thought you broke it but it turns out, you had it tucked away safely. Waiting for me to find it again. Look at it and then give it back to you. I love you, Sunshine.” As Bucky speaks, tears brim over, you look up at him and a tear from his eyes falls onto your cheek mixing with your own.
“Bucky,” You sniffle, “I love you so much with every bit of me.” Your hand moves from his chest to cup his face, the other remains over the tattoos inked onto him that signify you.
Bucky meets your lips with an urgency, the need to have you near him ever growing. Clawing into every part of him. You allow him to sink into you, every bit of him igniting every bit of you.
How could you have been such fools?
How could you have let anyone else ever try to take the place in your heart which Bucky had carved for himself?
How could he have sought you out in the most meaningless of nights when you were already inked onto him, etched onto his heart?
How could it be that the two of you lost years of togetherness, lost years of happiness, lost years of being the one the other could come home to, run to, fall in love every single day?
The kiss is messy, needy, the two of you wanting more, needing more. Your hands seek him out, legs parting. Bucky’s hand finds yours, fingers intertwined. You arch into him as he sinks into you inch by inch.
Moans swallowed by the kiss, his forehead rests against yours as he moves, deep, slow and pleasure blooms with the love creeping along your veins, taking its rightful place.
Bucky drowns in you, your warmth, your scent, your body, you.
The languid pace with which his strokes have you cry out his name. The way he feels your walls claim him. Your arousal marking him, your call of his name, your declaration of your love for him met by his own for you.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
The two of you shatter together, mending back with pieces of one another. There is so much that awaits and will remain for when the two of you awaken again from the afterglow.
For now Puffin would hold his Sunshine closer, whispered sweet nothings on the precipice of slumber.
Dreams awaiting to be explored together.
Steve runs from the bathroom into the kitchen where Wanda glares at the airfryer.
“Check your phone!” Steve bellows, his fiancé turns, staring right at him and then her eyes move downward.
“Steve, you’re… naked?” She questions.
“Fuck that.” He says pointing at her phone.
“Oh I plan to fuck that,” she grabs her phone pointing at him, well one of her favourite parts o him.
Her eyes widen and Steve screams with joy as she starts jumping up and down excited at the text message you’ve sent.
“WE DID IT!” Steve declares with mirth.
“Holy shit Steve!” Wanda leaps towards him.
Steve catches her, “We did it!”
Wanda’s legs wrap around his hips, she kisses him deeply, smiles can’t be wiped from their faces.
“Celebratory shower?” He whispers, eyes darkening, she nods, ridding herself of his sweater as he carries her towards the bedroom.
“No reply from Steve either?” You ask, Bucky meets your gaze over the kitchen counter, shaking his head. He pushes your plate of food towards you as you take a seat opposite to him.
The snowstorm still raged. The hotel was nice enough to drop food supplies for at least two days and a few board games.
“Bet they are celebrating in their own way.” He adds after a moment and you start laughing. His quiet laughter turns boisterous as the two of you recall every place they have gotten kicked out from due to their indecency.
Your phone lights up from an app notification. You can’t help but smile at the new lockscreen.
When the two of you woke up again, Bucky decided that you needed a polaroid to mark the day, encapsulate the new beginning you two are upon.
He had set up the tripod and somehow timed it just right as you exited the bathroom from your shower all dressed in fresh warm clothes. He pulled you to him grinning down at you and cupping your face. You had a shy smile on your face, eyes giving away your mirth and the flash took you by surprise but the picture was everything.
Bucky insisted on more pictures, the two of you had eight couple polaroids to share and one individual one that the other took. Your keepsake was of Bucky washing the dishes with soap on his cheek (that you smeared) and Bucky’s was of you sticking your tongue out at him when he had a dollop of soap placed upon your nose.
The lock screen was the couple picture you requested that has his heart beat erratically. Recreating your head resting over the spot on his arm that was yours. It wasn’t a fake sleeping candid, you were awake and looking at each other.
You took the picture to be your lock screen before Bucky demanded he wanted the picture as his keepsake.
Bucky watches you trace the screen, “I wanted to ask you something important.”
You look at him with furrowed brows.
“So are we still fake engaged or are we reverting to still in the first date wooing phase?” He raises a brow.
“I’d consider the cake tasting our first date.” You hold back your laugh.
“So we were almost cursed by dolls on our first date?” Bucky shakes his head.
“No, we were almost eaten by those dolls.” You correct him.
“Right and we did it in my car on the first date.” Bucky smirks when your knees brush against his under the table.
“I suppose we aren’t a conventional couple.” You shrug, you fiddle with the ring, “So what do these mean then?”
“These rings are a promise,” He says, grasping your hand with his own, “from me to you.”
“Careful Mr. Puffin, I’ve had promises broken.” You try to say it as a joke.
“Raza de soare (sunshine), I only ever would give my word to you.” Your hand is lifted and he kisses the spot under your thumb.
Your fingertips brush over his cheek, “I trust you.”
“It means so much that you do.”
It’s quiet for a few moments then he chuckles thinking over something. Your questioning gaze has him nod.
“Remember when you said I’m a diabolical person out for revenge?” He quotes you.
“I was making a joke, Bucky,”
“No I know that, but those two aren’t going scot free.”
“Bucky leave it, what they did was shitty but we aren’t stooping to their level—,”
“Sunshine.” He says incredulously.
“Fine, okay I want to pull her hair extensions out ever since she flirted with you in the library.” You admit.
He snorts, “I wish you had.”
“How do you think that book fell on her head from the top shelf?” You confess the crime.
“That was you?” Bucky stares at you in disbelief, “Are you secretly evil?”
“When I need to be.” You rest your chin on your palm.
Bucky is about to say something when his phone rings, he frowns, staring at it then looks up at you, “It’s work, I’ll take this in the room but if you need to come in then you can don’t worry about disturbing me, okay?”
You nod but don’t say anything, just push around your food with your fork.
“Hello, yeah I have a moment.” Bucky raises a brow when you don’t verbalise your response, he cups your jaw, “hang on,” he says into the phone.
Carefully he tilts your head, meeting your gaze, “Sunshine, did you hear what I said?”
You nod, he tilts his head, “I did, I won’t bother you.”
“Baby, you wouldn’t be a bother ever, if you need to use the room or you need me, you come to me. Okay?” His words and sincerity make you blink.
“Are you sure?” You whisper, he nods looking between your eyes.
“Absolutely. Now this shouldn’t take too long, if it does I’ll come and tell you, okay? Unless you’re inside at that point. Don’t worry about the dishes okay?” Bucky kisses your forehead.
As he is about to leave you grab his sleeve, stopping him, he yet again pauses the call.
“Thank you.” You reach up kissing his cheek, Bucky’s cheeks tinge red and he rewards you with his bright smile which you return.
“Yeah, tell me…” He keeps his eyes on you as he makes his way into the room.
A shiver runs up your spine, the throw blanket on the couch wasn’t cutting it. You had loaded the dishes into the dishwasher despite Bucky saying not to bother. Now, however, you felt you should go into the room.
The blanket wrapped around your shoulders you head to the room, hand hesitating on the doorknob. It had been twelve minutes. You knock on the door, then open it. Bucky faces away gazing out of the window, his laptop open on the small desk. He turns eyes moving over you.
“Yeah, I can understand why that would be causing distress,” He says while walking over to you. The back of his hand makes contact with your forehead, “I mean the numbers seem fine. Nothing out of line but there is an unsecured loan. I need the details. Just a second,” he places the phone lower.
“You’re getting a bit warm.” Bucky’s thumb strokes your cheek, you lean into his touch.
“Feeling a little cold too.” You admit, sighing in content as he continues to stroke your cheek.
“Okay, get into bed,” He guides you, taking the blanket back, “Hey, can I call you back in a bit? My girl’s unwell. Thanks, yes I’ll tell her.”
“You didn’t have to–,”
“Sunshine, work can and will wait,” Bucky cuts you off, finding it absurd how you still don’t want to verbalise your need for help or wanting care, “Now come on, get into bed, sit for a bit, have your meds then lay down.”
Bucky makes sure you’re okay before he heads to your carry-on luggage, knowing the packing cube that has your medicines. You had given him a tylenol for his headache during the short layover so he knew you had other medicines,
He brings back a paracetamol and a vitamin C tablet each, a bottle of water and a hershey kiss. You chuckle seeing the chocolate, “Why?”
“Because you’re having icky meds and this is the reward.” He laughs, “Habit that mum instilled in Becca and I.”
Bucky brings his laptop and diary onto his side of the bed, connecting one wireless earpiece, carefully he tucks you into his left side. His warmth further reduces the cold feeling.
“If I begin to talk too loudly just pinch my side okay?”
“You don’t have to be bothered, Puffin, I can–,”
“Sunshine, I’m sensing that you were told to stay away and stay out by others.” He shakes his head in disappointment when you look away affirming his suspicions.
“Who did that to you? Who made you believe that you were a bother when you are the only one that should matter?” He kisses the top of your head, patiently waiting for your answer, “I know in our misplaced anger and ire I may be responsible too, I’m going to work on that, I know we can’t erase or forget it but we can grow from it.”
“Beck… and sometimes members of my family… I know, you never made me feel as if I was a bother to you, just, I think it was mutual that we both felt unwanted by the other? Which was misplaced and somehow I feel so irritated with myself that why did we both just not talk and sort things out earlier?” You sigh, looking up at him, “Do you think we should go to couple’s therapy? It may help us navigate and not allow the past to seep in and ruin the future we’re hoping for together. The love is there and now known.”
Bucky’s eyes fall to where you fiddle with the blanket, he had tried therapy, it was helpful. He did in fact want to avoid the past of the way you both were indifferent and well rude on occasion to each other not to taint the future, “I think it will help.”
He smiles seeing you smile, “Okay good.”
“Now get some rest and if I begin to get annoying I want you to pinch or smack my side.” He taps your nose. You roll your eyes but snuggle closer to him.
“You’re so warm.” You practically purr happily, his laughter rumbles, your head near his chest. Warm palm rubbing up and down your back coaxing you further into slumber.
“What the fuck was that for?” Bucky whisper-yells, blocking the pillow coming his way.
“You tell me you got together but not that she almost got hypothermia?” Steve glares looking for something else to throw at his best friend’s head.
“We wanted to tell you in person!” He defends, making sure not to jostle you.
“James Barnes if anything happens to my best friend.” Wanda warns while glaring at Bucky.
“Nothing happened to her! Also how the hell did the two of you get inside?” Bucky questions.
Wanda points at the masterkey she had made, “I’m the mastermind here.” She declares.
Steve coughs.
“We’re the masterminds here.” She corrects, Bucky snorts.
You whine curling closer to your man. Bucky runs his palm over your head to coax you back to sleep, “Wan, shush, I’m cuddling Bucky.”
It makes the three of them laugh. You huff, opening your eyes, the two of them stand at the foot of the bed smiling at the pair of you. Your cheeks heat, hiding your face against Bucky’s chest. He pulls you closer, “I love this,” he whispers.
“Same.” Wanda claps happily.
“I don’t think that was for you to hear, Wan.” Steve laughs when she shoots him a glare.
You look up at Bucky, smiling at him, impossibly happy and warm. You reach for him, wanting to give him a kiss. He beams, closing the distance, happy to give you whatever you ask of him.
When the two of you pull away, giddy grins grace your happy faces.
“Now, can we catch up?” Wanda demands the two of you.
Bucky shakes his head amused, you tuck the strands of his hair that fall forward.
Steve exchanges a happy glance with Wanda. Finally his best friend had found his sunshine.
The four of you make it to the living room only after Bucky has the fireplace running, plus he’s burrowed you in a plethora of blankets. As well as a mug of hot chocolate in your hands and of course he somehow has you snuggled with him. Then turn by turn you both begin to recount everything.
Wanda and Steve blink at the two several times before they both launch into yelling at the two of you.
“I was right!”
“I told you Bucky could never say that!”
“I knew Y/N would never ever talk about someone that way!”
“And you!” The pair say in unison to each other, then launch into a seemingly old argument, over the two of you being stupid and stubborn and idiots in love.
“Should we stop them?” Bucky whispers to you.
“I think we let it play out, you know catharsis?” You take a sip of your beverage. Bucky wipes the whipped cream from your top lip, bringing it to his own lips. He hums, you narrow your eyes at him, “Tease.”
“Just warming you up.” He drawls, licking his lips.
“Oh you both are worse than us.” Steve points a finger.
Bucky scoffs, “You both had sex because we got together.”
“Uh uh, we had sex cause our plan worked.” Wanda waves her hand dismissively.
“And what was the goal of the plan?” You would move but Bucky has you cocooned.
It’s silent for a beat.
“Moot point?” Steve offers a white flag.
“Moot point.” Bucky agrees in acceptance.
“So how are we taking revenge?” Wanda produces a new notebook, Steve stares at her in disbelief.
“I have information however we have to wait for a few things, also this stays between the four of us.” Bucky tilts his head till there is a satisfying crack sound, then sighs at the release of tension.
“Well, go on.” Wanda urges excitedly.
“Wan,” Steve shakes his head grabbing the notebook away, she pouts, he gives her a stern look.
“Fine, you don’t let me have any fun.” She grumbles, crossing her arms.
“I let you have plenty of fun.” He shakes his head, then looks back at Bucky, “Go on.”
“Alright,” Bucky clears his throat, he meets your gaze, “So we know how Brock and Sharon are married correct?”
“Yes…” Steve, Wanda and you answer.
“Alright Steve your uncle, Sharon’s dad is basically a very rich man?” He raises a brow, his best friend nods in response.
“Brock’s company, which is in joint with Beck, although Brock thinks we’re only looking to acquire Beck’ sole company. But mainly the joint one is on our radar to be acquired by a third party, they want to take over, retain the lower level jobs but get Brock and Beck out. On further digging it turns out it’s bleeding money but they are hiding it by showing profit in the books. We got our hands on their balance sheets from previous filings and audit reports, and there is a major unsecured loan on Brock's side. Which has come from,”
“Sharon’s dad?” You offer making Bucky nod.
“Now I don’t understand why he would loan such a huge amount to Brock. From what I recall Steve, you said, and I quote, ‘My uncle thinks Brock is with Sharon for the money and Sharon is with Brock for his money.’” Bucky shrugs.
“Wait a second, Sharon told me there was a prenup signed.” Wanda pipes up.
Steve gives her a confused look, “I don’t know about this?”
“Sharon spilled the details once when she enjoyed the wine at mum’s place but not enough details to know about the prenup.” She adds.
“So why don’t you guys ask Brock under the pretence of a guy’s night. Steve can say that his dad is insisting Wanda signs a prenup but get him sort of drunk I suppose?” You bite the inside of your cheek, contemplating if you should have stayed quiet.
“That is actually a pretty smart plan.” Steve nods, then looks up at Bucky, “Would this help?”
“If we know where the loan has come from–,”
“We can get the prenup to come into play.” Wanda cuts Bucky off.
“Wan…” You shake your head, breaking up a couple that didn't sit right with you.
“Y/N, come on, they kept you and Bucky apart for god knows what reason?” She seethes, “It isn’t fair that you both had to suffer and lose out time.”
“Wan,” Steve reaches for her hand, “I know, but maybe,”
“No shit we lost time, but if Brock and Sharon were the catalyst we had our own roles in it as well.” Bucky adds, “Yes I want them to pay but ruining a relationship, hard no.”
“I’m not saying ruin it, just jostle it a little, be chaotic, have fun, live a little.” Wanda’s eyes sparkle with mischief. You’re familiar with it, hell you’ve been part of her elaborate pranks on the mean girls who stayed on the upper floor of the dorms and reigned hell.
“I mean they flirt left, right and centre with other people…” Steve purses his lip, “So is the marriage really…”
“Steve Grant Rogers, are you suggesting that it is a mutually benefitting marriage? A sham marriage? A founded on a lie to your very religious and tradition believing Uncle and Aunt marriage?” Wanda’s eyes are wide but there is a grin on her face.
“Wanda I don’t think that is a matter of smiling…” You trail off, she shushes you and looks at Bucky, “If they get busted, does it help with your deal?”
“If I reduce the value it's a better negotiation for the buyer because the two can’t drive up the prices, we still get a commission and I think we get a bonus depending on the contract signed.” The wheel’s in Bucky’s mind turn and churn, “However, if the value reduces drastically they may fire employees who are innocent.”
“What is your timeline?” Wanda reaches for the notebook Steve had tucked between his thigh and the armrest, he rolls his eyes as she begins to jot things down.
Bucky goes on to explain how the possible acquisition will take place around the time of Wanda and Steve’s wedding. Insider information stating that Beck is eager to sell off the company to retain some of his money.
Wanda jots down the points, you look at Steve, he sighs.
“Okay so we have only tomorrow night to get any information before we leave the day after.” She decides.
“Wan…” You shrug the blankets away, Bucky makes a sound of protest, “Bucky it’s getting too warm.”
“Okay, okay,” He helps take it away.
You look up at him, Bucky gives you a soft smile but a raised brow as well. Patting his thigh he chuckles, setting you between his limbs and your back against his chest, arms circled around your body keeping you close.
“Much better warmth.” You grin happily.
Steve can’t help the smile that takes over his face, he can’t even help himself when he picks up his phone to take a picture of this moment. He would remind Bucky, of the one night they were talking about deep things. Their friendship turned into a lifelong bond.
--
‘You know what I want, Steve?’ Bucky passed the pint of ice cream to his best friend.
‘What?’ Steve takes it, twirling his spoon around to gather the best bits of the toppings.
‘I want a girl to call mine, you know? Want her in my arms all the time,’ Bucky shoved Steve when the latter snickered.
‘I’m sorry but, all the time?’ The blond shook his head in disbelief, ‘I mean we’re going into college and well, I don’t know if something so permanent will find its way to me atleast.’ Steve gave the pint back.
‘Mark my words, you’re going to find someone you’re head over heels for, and you will pull me into some elaborate scheme to help you woo this girl of yours, Stevie.’ Bucky pointed his spoon at him, then stared down at the pint of ice cream, ‘You ate all the toppings.’
Steve’s on his feet before Bucky can throw the spoon on his head. Bucky still chucked the spoon at him. It fell off his back and onto the floor.
Bucky lay back on the carpet, heart thudding at the thought of college, the scholarship and him needing to find a flexible job to help.
Steve returned with a fresh pint of ice cream, ‘Listen, I’m pretty sure your girl who will be in your arms always, will support the schemes I rope you into.’
Bucky takes the ice cream, ‘You better not get us into any big messes, punk.’
‘Why would I, jerk?’
‘Because you will, you have all the stupid with you.’
‘Trust me, and I say this with love, you’re taking all the stupid with you to the library tomorrow.’
--
Steve returns to the present feeling Wanda rests her head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of her head. He was glad Bucky’s words came true.
“I’m so happy for them.” Wanda whispers, looking up at her man.
His blue eyes meet hers, a grin on his face too, “I am too.”
They both gaze back at Bucky and you, he’s whispering something to you as you trace the calluses on his palm. Soft laughter as you both snuggle impossibly closer.
Bucky nudges your cheek with his nose, then he makes a face at something you say to him.
“What? That book was funny to read to you.” You recall the moment.
“I know, I couldn’t get the thought of you doing that out of my mind.” He admits, thumbs tracing the skin of your abdomen, “I brought your book, you left it in my car, I was meaning to give it to you, oh and even the bear you won at the Khan’s.”
“You kept it?” You wonder why it surprises you, “I thought you would have given it away.”
“Sunshine, I want to keep reminders of you wherever I go, wherever I am.” Bucky slowly shifts you aside, he only answers your questioning gaze with a kiss to your nose. He returns from your shared room holding the said bear.
“I fought off Alpine for it.” He shows you the now faded scar from his cat.
“My brave knight.” You kiss his cheek when he settles in behind you.
The bear stays in your arms, you play with its ears as the conversation flows between the four of you. No more awkward stretches of silence only filled by Steve and Wanda. No more cold shoulders given to each other.
Wanda and you fall asleep halfway through the random movie Steve selected. The two men chuckle as they adore your sleeping forms.
Bucky tucks the stray strands of your hair behind your ear. You’re laying on his chest, a smile graces your features and he promises himself he would do everything in his power to not let that smile fade. An hour later Bucky carries you to bed and then helps Steve turn the couch into the pull out bed before returning to you.
The morning light wakes you up from one of the most peaceful sleeps you’ve gotten. The sun rays have Bucky glow in the morning light. You trace your thumb over the freckles on his cheek. He stirs in the slightest but his breathing evens out. Bucky nuzzles closer to your palm.
His hair falls forward on his forehead, the sunlight highlights the light brown in his hair. You think back to the feelings that you had developed in college. Wondering how it would be waking up next to Bucky, having him close. Loving him in every way you could show him.
“It’s rude to stare.” He mumbles, the crinkles by his eyes give away the blooming grin that takes over him.
“I’m admiring.” You counter, kissing the corners of his eyes, making your way to his lips.
Bucky hums happily, hands roaming over you, then cupping your face. When you pull away from the kiss his cheeks tinge pink at your adoring gaze.
“What?” He wonders, your thumb traces over his chin and then his cheek, your loving gaze doesn’t waiver.
“Just, thinking about college me.” You smile, “She used to wonder what it would feel like, waking up next to you.”
“So she thought about sleeping with me?” Bucky raises a brow, you roll your eyes and then grab onto him as he shifts you above him, “Does it live up to her expectation? Because college Bucky would be fucking ecstatic he got his dream girl.”
You laugh, cheeks heating, “Pretty sure she’s squealing into her pillow.”
Bucky sits up and you continue to straddle him, “I want you to bake the brownies.”
“Bucky–,” Your palms rest on his chest, your path towards his tattoos interrupted by his request.
“Please? I want us to rewrite that moment.” Blue eyes sincere, look between yours. He worries his bottom lip waiting for your answer.
“Alright. I’ll bake them.” You smile, his hand trails from your lower back to the back of your neck pulling your lips to his yet again.
Sharon stumbles to the booth of the small club, clearly she had enjoyed pre-gaming while getting dressed.
“I’m still sceptical about you as maid of honour. No strippers? Booooooooo.” She pokes your cheek.
“Well none would match up to Steve’s body for Wanda.” You shift away taking a sip of your own drink.
“True, he’s got a banging body. You know who else does?” Sharon bites her bottom lip, failing to hide her lust.
“Brock?” Wanda offers and Sharon looks like she was just given pickle juice with the way her nose scrunches in disgust.
“Please, I’m talking about Loki.” She sighs dreamily.
“When did you see his body?” Wanda adds laughter, she widens her eyes at you.
You school your features to one of surprise.
“I approached him right before the storm, he warmed me up, you could say.” She giggles, twirling her blond hair as a group of guys walk by the table.
“Are you not happy with Brock?” Wanda enquires then takes a sip of her drink.
Sharon blows a raspberry but doesn’t give a verbal answer.
“How are things with Bucky?” She turns to you.
“They are well, we got over the fight. He’s stressed about work.” You shrug, she nods.
“Yeah Brock has been moaning about the buyout, like shut up and swipe your card. You understand right, Wan?” Sharon reaches for the red head’s hand.
“Um, yes but we might be getting a prenup.” Wanda pats Sharon’s hand.
“You too?” She sighs sadly and then pouts.
“What do you mean by that?” Wanda hopes for a breakthrough.
“Let's dance!” Sharon pulls Wanda and in turn you get pulled to the floor.
Wanda motions for you to text Bucky about the hitch, you hoped they could have better luck with Brock.
Bucky stares at the message then back at Brock who was on the table dancing to the random song that was playing.
Steve sighs from next to him both of them stare at Brock as he jumps to the floor then climbs the bar table and continues dancing.
“Live a little!” Brock cheers and hollers at the equally drunk woman clambering up with his help to dance with him.
The song changes and Bucky can’t help but smile. It was the song where he had taken a leap of faith and danced with you.
“Man, Sharon had promised me head if I poured my beer on Y/N and you.” Brock cackles and Bucky is pulled out of the memory.
“What?” He calls out, Steve holds him back by his arm.
“Yeah she totally was pissed you blew her off for her. Not you sweetie, I got my eyes on you.” Brock pulls the woman closer, their dance turns obscene.
Bucky stares at Steve, “I will punch him.”
“You will not punch him.”
“Give me one good reason not to punch him.”
“Y/N isn’t here to tend to your wounds.” Steve offers.
“Bold of you to assume I’d get hurt in the process, this fucker I’m going to—,” Bucky takes a steadying breath at the thought of you.
“I’m going to the table after I return from outside, you separate the leech from the poor woman.” Bucky presses a finger to Steve’s chest, then heads out.
The line rings and he hopes you pick up the cold air helps get his anger into a simmer and your voice saying hello calms it further.
“Puffin?” You wait for him to speak, hearing him breathe steadily.
“I need you to give me a reason not to punch Brock.” He requests.
“As long as you give me a reason not to punch his wife.” You chuckle, Bucky feels his heart warm.
“He was the one who poured the beer on us on her request.” He hears your sharp intake of breath.
“The fuck? Why? What the hell?” Your mind reels for any kind of inclination as to why would that happen, “Wait was it all because you didn’t go out with her?”
“I’m thinking yes, that is exactly what happened.” Bucky taps the wooden barricade.
“It just got a lot more personal didn’t it?” You bite the inside of your cheek, your earlier hesitation to take them down turning into nothing.
What kind of people would do that to someone? Knowing full well how you felt about Bucky.
“It did, Sunshine.” He affirms.
“I’ll get the prenup information for you.” You promise him.
“No punches.” He reminds both of you.
“No punches.” You agree, “I love you.”
“I love you, I’m sorry I was stupid enough to believe these idiots over you.” Bucky sighs, shoulders slumped.
He hears as you take a deep breath, “The both of us were stupid enough to believe the lies that these two said to us. Maybe, it was meant to be this way, us finding each other amidst this entire chaos of pretending.”
“Because we know the way out, together.” Bucky adds with a smile on his face.
“Exactly, my Puffin.” You smile as well, “Now we get to work.”
“We get to work.”
Steve’s head is between his hands when Bucky returns, Brock is drinking right from a bottle of whiskey, “Come on Rogers, lighten up you’re getting married!”
Steve looks at Brock and gives him a short lived smile. Then looks towards Bucky with a help me face.
“He would be happy if she wasn’t so controlling all the time.” Bucky slides into the booth with a wink towards Steve.
“Ugh, tell me about it! it's like they plan the littlest of things and if you don’t behave a certain way they’ll chew your head off complaining.” Brock rolls his eyes and points the bottle at Bucky, “You’re lucky you can break your engagement still.”
“I don’t think that is going to happen.” Bucky narrows his eyes at the drunk man.
“What things does your wife control? I mean I know Wan’s meticulousness is persistent but is it that bad?” Steve feigns worry and it seems to do the trick with Brock as he sets down his bottle.
“It's not even a recent thing, it started way back at college when we were hooking up. If she wanted a guy’s attention she’d plan for me to come in and make the dude a jealous fuck. It even occurred with Barnes but she was so pissed he wasn’t interested in her at all then the way you blew her off over the date, sheesh I didn’t hear the end of it while I went down on her during our hook up like? I know my skills with my tongue yet all she does is moan and complain, not even the hot kind of moans.” Brock stares at the bottle yet again.
Bucky signals the server for another, Steve shares a disturbed glance with him.
“What were these other plans then?” Bucky redirects as the new bottle comes in, Brock lights up at the new bottle.
Steve raises a brow in concern, Bucky brushes him off with a wave of his hand.
“She planned this whole thing when the beer spilling didn’t work, at your party. I had to say things to Barnes and she had to say things to Y/N, to break them up. She was elated when it worked.” Brock chugs more of the bottle.
“Then she got all pissy over the engagement and kept saying it's fake, it's fake. Like bitch please shut up let it go the guy isn’t interested in you.” Brock groans, donning a mocking mimic of Sharon, “It’s gotta be fake Brock, they hate each other. I made sure she couldn’t get him if I couldn’t. She deserved a disloyal guy like Beck, she stole Bucky from me.”
“Sharon knew Beck was a cheater?” Bucky keeps his expression neutral, heaven forbid he do anything to mess up this tell all Brock moment.
“Man she’s hooked up with him so many times, St. Tropez she was all over him.”
“Weren’t you together?” Steve interjects.
“We keep the cheating on the DL or together, if her dad even sniffs out infidelity that prenup will ruin me, because little miss Sharon would never be the kind to chase another dick.” Brock rolls his eyes, “I’ve kept tabs.”
“So what, you're just together for the money?” Steve says hoping the surprise in his tone isn’t evident.
“My money is stuck with Beck, the loan was collateral to him gambling things away to high stakes people.” Brock sighs dejectedly.
“Oh.” Bucky frowns, mind running a mile a minute to bring forth everything he knew about the deal.
“Cutting costs and I’ve been wanting to push for the sale but Beck isn’t agreeing.” Brock takes another large gulp, he seems displeased.
Then Brock grins, “I shouldn’t be telling you any of this Barnes, you won’t betray me will you?”
Bucky smiles at him, “Oh don’t worry, I’m too drunk to remember anything.” He takes a sip of his own drink.
“Yep, so drunk Brocky.” Steve adds for good measure.
The man eyes the two best friends, gauging their levels of inebriation. Both of them grin and laugh to play along. Brock breaks out into a grin as Bucky and Steve exchange a glance and a sigh of relief.
“Why don’t we take pictures?” You cheerily suggest as you head back to the booth where Wanda and Sharon are taking shots. The latter made a dent into the former’s line of shots as well.
“Oh my gosh! Yes! Wan gimme your phone!!! Y/N get into the frame!” Sharon cheers, grabbing Wanda’s phone.
An idea pops up in your mind.
You: Steve text Wan about looking through the prenup draft
Steve: ????
Sunshine: Bucky, can you text Wan from Steve’s phone about looking at the prenup draft?
Puffin: on it
Sharon begins taking pictures along with Wan and yourself, you wait for the moment and keep smiling through the Sharon focused pictures and then it happens.
Snoopy Sharon reads the text and turns wide eyed.
“You got a prenup too?” She gasps, her words still slurred
“Too? You have one as well?” Wanda gasps, you gasp too.
“Wait, you have a prenup too?” Sharon narrows her eyes, “Sweetheart, prenups are for rich people, so sweet you think Bucky’s rich. Oh, poor dreamy baby.” She reaches for your hand to offer comfort and coo.
“I’m gasping on behalf of Wan. Also prenups aren’t always about money.” You hide your intention to punch her behind your smile and pat Sharon’s hand. Your mind brings forth Bucky from this morning basking in sunlight looking every bit of an angel.
“Oh makes sense, well what's your prenup saying, know what it's all the same isn’t it?” She turns back to your best friend taking another shot. Wanda offers you an apologetic look.
“Anyways as I was saying do the prenup, but make sure you get dirt if he breaks any of the conditions. I have so much on Brock he will be drained dry for every penny. Also…” Sharon giggles, “I cut a deal with Beck, I’m going to divorce Brock and take all the money and invest it with Beck in a new venture.”
“Sharon, that is unethical and wrong!” Wanda shakes her head.
“Oh please nothing is in this marriage, it's out of convenience for both of us.” Shron taps Wanda’s nose with her index finger, “Oh sweetie, this love shit fades, dollar bills, they remain.”
Pursing her lips Wanda is about to say something but Sharon’s eyes widen and then she hunches over to the side and retches.
You cover your face as she further hurls the contents of her stomach out. Wanda scrunches her face while rubbing Sharon’s back.
After a hefty tip and multiple apologies the three of you return to Wanda’s cabin where Sharon falls asleep on the couch.
“What a disaster.” Wanda sighs as she slides a bottle of water towards you.
You shake your head, disappointed you couldn’t help your boyfriend? Fake fiancé? Man? Yes, your man. You giggle at the absurdity.
Wanda chimes in laughing as well, “What's so funny?”
“Just in my head I didn’t know what to call Bucky and then I settled in on, ‘my man’.” You laugh harder.
“He is your man.” Her arms envelope you in the tightest of hugs.
You hug her back, sighing with relief and with so much happiness, “Does it always feel this way? Finding smaller things to love about him every day?”
“Some days you will want to strangle each other and some days you will want him to strangle each other in a risqué way.” Wanda laughs and you lightly hit her arm, “It’s true.”
“I think we’ve done enough of the former strangling.” You tease as her eyes widen comically and she pesters you to dish details about the other kind of strangling.
“Tell me again why are we not taking him back to his cabin?” Bucky huffs carrying Brock across the threshold of the hotel to wait for the cars.
“Because,” Steve takes a deep breath, “On three.”
They set him down onto the sofa, Brock grumbles then turns to his side snoring loudly. Bucky glares at Steve.
“I didn’t make him drink.” The blond defends.
“Oh and I made him drink?” The brunette counters.
“Why are you both arguing?” You ask as you hold the to go cups of hot chocolate.
“Sunshine?” Bucky whirls around a smile spreading across his face and then his expression turns stern, “Why are you out in the cold?”
“We wanted hot chocolate and there was limited staff so I asked if the driver could pick me up and well…” You raise your full hands, “I’m wearing a sweater and thermal wear and this coat.” You assure Bucky when his worry does not relent.
He stalks over to you, grabbing your chin and tilting your head to look up at him. Blue fills your vision, as his eyes connect with your own. His thumb traces over your lips. His own press into a thin line as he considers his next move, you watch his tongue dart out and lick his bottom lip. Then you feel his lips and your hands are now grasping the lapels of his coat as he deepens the kiss.
Bucky hums appreciatively as you draw him closer, almost wanting to chuckle at how you've forgotten all about the hot chocolate which he holds now in his right hand. When his tongue meets yours, you moan the sound ignites every fibre of his being.
Bucky pulls away, his left arm encircling around your waist. His lips brush along your earlobe, “If you keep making sounds like that Sunshine, I’m going to have to fuck you right here in this lobby.” His voice is low, inviting, and you almost want to tempt fate.
“Bucky,” You mean for yourself to sound stern and chastise him but all your voice conveys is how much more you want him.
Bucky kisses your jaw softly and then your neck, then kisses the love bite and he nips at the flesh at the base of your neck.
Your hand finds his hair tugging on it wanting his lips back on yours, and then someone clears their throat.
Bucky and you both glance to the side, Steve points to the car waiting out front. Your man huffs annoyed and then hands the hot chocolates back to you.
“When did—, how?” You look up at him not recalling when it was taken from your grasp. Bucky winks at you heading over to help Steve with Brock.
Heading back inside Steve and Wanda’s cabin, the boys drop Brock right next to Sharon on the couch and they instantly cuddle up.
“For people who want to drain the other dry they sure do cuddle like a married couple.” Wanda whispers as the four of you watch them from the kitchen.
“And we thought we were in a fake relationship.” Bucky brushes your shoulder with his, grinning at you.
“You think we should tell them that the other confessed about wanting to end the marriage and do the prenup thing?” You stare at the two lying, cheating scumbags.
“Maybe we should, maybe add our own spice to it.” Steve nods in agreement.
Wanda and Bucky share a look of concern.
“Nah, maybe not.” You dismiss the thought.
“I agree, let karma do its work.” Steve agrees and then looks at Wanda.
“You wanna tell them don’t you?” Bucky whispers, you nod, “Give me till the flight time to set the business end in order and then we can pick them off and pull their move on them.” He didn’t want to resort to it, but the two left no choice.
“Did you know your best friend and my best friend almost engaged in public sex?” Steve speaks as if he has the latest scoop.
Wanda gasps, “When?”
“Almost being the key word.” You defend, Bucky kisses your shoulder, pulling you to him.
“A very insignificant key word.” He assures with a teasing grin.
Wanda looks up at Steve, “They might take our spot.”
“We can’t have that now can we?” Steve nudges her nose with his, grinning as his fiancé giggles.
You look up at Bucky, he smiles down at you, arms encircling your waist, your hands placed upon his and fingers intertwined. He raises a brow sensing you want to say something.
You just smile at him, squeezing both his hands three times.
A.N.: i know it has been a while but i hope you enjoy this update, i am very nervous to post since it has been this long but I hope i get back to my regular posting schedule, thank you for reading and being kind and showing your love and for sticking around 💜
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nothing I hate more than periods I’m trying to mentally attach mine to the divine feminine rn but all I can think about is “why has the divine feminine been hitting me repeatedly in the stomach with a hammer for the past few days” and “‘why isn’t the divine feminine responding to midol” anyway if you can relate this week I am SO SORRY
So remember in Avengers (2012) one of the dialogues between Steve and Tony is:
Steve: you are not the guy to make the sacrifice play
Tony: everything “special” about you came out of a bottle
Then in Endgame when Steve picks up the Mjolnir and deems himself worthy and Tony is the one to snap and save the whole god damn universe by proving each other wrong
Summary: For Week 4 of @the-slumberparty's Across The Universe Challenge I came up with Tattoo Artist!Bucky and Florist!Steve now I couldn't pick between either one so I've created an AU for the two of them with separate nicknamed female!readers. It's going to be Bucky x Cupcake and Steve x Petal. This is the first part of the multipart AU called Stencils, Bouquets & Icing.
A.N.: A big thank you to Navy and Roo for inspiring me to come up with an unexplored by me AU 💖💖💖💖💖
Warnings: fluff, angst, feels, bucky is insecure about his bionic arm
Word Count: 1.7k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics
Stencils, Bouquets & Icing AU Masterlist || Main Masterlist
Alright the scent of coffee was strong enough. Now it just had to stop spritzing everywhere and having you clean the entire damn machine and your display case. So much for having a state of the art machine. So much for the three hour learning with the installation person and the countless youtube videos.
Even the damn two broke girls episode rerun you settled upon watching… that did house a similar operation issue wasn’t enough to help out or distract you from angrily huffing at the espresso stain that you were rubbing at with the sponge.
“Is this a bad time?” A deep baritone inquires.
You look up at the stranger, his hair flows to the tops of his shoulders, an easy grin on his lips. Blue eyes genuinely carry a hint of worry. You stand up stabilising yourself on the counter. Quick movements are not your friend.
“Hi, nope not at all.” You clear your throat, why did you sound breathless? The man only chuckles.
You hope you don’t embarrass yourself further.
“H-how may I help you?” Your voice switches to professional mode. This bakery was your dream. Even if it had coffee stains, it was yours and you would conquer that damn machine.
“I was hoping for one of your signature desserts, any recommendations?” He runs his glove clad hands through his hair.
You gesture to the first shelf of the display, “Those are the caramel and sea salt cookies, that is the classic chocolate chip, on this side we have cake slices, red velvet is a personal favourite I make it with cream cheese frosting, in vegan options–,”
“Cupcake?” He has your rambling pause.
“Um, yeah this is the Starry Night cupcake, dark chocolate and the icing is buttercream the yellow and blue swirls with star shaped mini cookies. There is a molten centre which you might enjoy, coming up with it was really fun, I got the idea when I went to the van Gogh immersive, that's what also inspired the sunflower cookie cupcake.” You look up at him.
“Sorry I tend to ramble away…” You look down at your baked treats, biting your lip.
“It’s nice to see someone passionate about their craft. All of these look good but I’ll have the cupcakes first to go if possible? I have a possible apprentice to interview.” His warm smile makes your racing heart feel calmer.
“Anything else?” You pray it’s not the coffee, anything but coffee.
“An espresso would be,” He stares at your annoyed expression towards the machine. Bucky can’t help but laugh at the situation.
At first when he was peering from his window to yours he thought you were dealing with someone who annoyed you. Hands moving around in frustration upon closer inspection he realised you were yelling at the coffee machine.
Your cheeks are aflame when you look back at him, “I’m sorry the machine doesn’t cooperate with me at all. I’ve been washing down splatters all day.” You sigh dejected.
“I hope you aren’t hurt, or burned or anything.” His brows knot, worriedly glancing over you again. Noting the splatters across your lavender apron and sweatshirt.
“No, um good day to wear full sleeves...” You shrug, “I can make you a milkshake…”
“Can I take a look at the machine?” He offers, you watch him warily.
“I used to work as a barista.” He explains.
“Oh, um, by all means please and also,” You hold out another apron for him to wear. He takes it from over the counter as you head to the flip up counter to let him through.
“I realised I never gave you my name, I’m James Barnes, better known by Bucky, I own the tattoo shop from across.” He says while shrugging his jacket off and navy henley clinging to him. You look out of your window to the shop.
“I was going to bring everyone ‘hi I'm the new neighbour’ boxes. I’m Y/N.” You offer your hand, Bucky takes it.
The gloves cause an uneasiness in his chest but you don't recoil, nor do you say anything. You only smile at him, it eases his nerves. Bucky puts the apron on, he turns to the mirrored wall.
“Suits you.” You add making him laugh, eyes crinkling at the outer corners. Your heart thumps faster at his handsomeness.
Bucky stares at you for a moment, taking you in, he licks his bottom lip, then bites it.
Your brain malfunctions staring at his pink lips.
The machine whirrs to life, Bucky reaches forward with his left hand to detach the nozzle. Hot steam whistles out.
“Bucky, that's extremely hot! Don’t!” You yell but his left hand grabs the hot metal and pulls it out, he presses a few other buttons and the whirring stops.
You stare at him then your adrenaline kicks in, “Ice wait! Hold it under cold water!”
You leave him rushing to the back to grab the ice pack from the freezer,
“What is wrong with you! I would have returned the machine–,” You stare at the emptiness he left. The apron discarded over the counter haphazardly.
You set the ice pack down, picking up your phone to dial the company to return the fucking machine.
Dum Dum Dugan looks up from his design at you when you walk in holding two lavender boxes. He raises a brow, you look at him, not a tattoo in sight upon his arms that were exposed in the muscled tank.
“Only got one kiddo, wife and kid’s birth years over my heart.” He pats his chest with a fond smile, “Now watcha got there?”
“Um, I opened the store, well dessert store if you will, and this is just a little treat for the neighbourhood.” You smile at him, handing him the bigger box.
Dum Dum chuckles admiring the cakes and cookies, “Well, you need anything let me know, I accept cookies as payment.” He takes a bite and hums delightedly, “Oh definitely you can pay me with these.”
You smile at him, but your eyes search for Bucky.
“He’s in the back. Stormed in about an hour earlier hasn’t come out.” He gestures to the section. You shift your weight from one foot to the other.
“Fuck it.” You mutter, taking strides with purpose and Bucky comes out of nowhere and you almost smash the box into his chest.
“Cupcake!” He steadies you, you look up at him.
“You just left.” You shake your head, “How is your palm?” mentally chiding yourself for not asking first or earlier.
“I um, it didn’t hurt, the gloves are protective.” He shifts his gaze to the box held in your extended arm and then to you.
“You left without… I gave um,”
“Timothy Aloysius Cadwallader goes by Dum Dum Dugan.” Bucky explains.
“Do all artists have monikers?” You question.
He chuckles, it reverberates against your chest, “Not really only some of us.”
“Oh um well. These are for you.” You step away, when he lets your waist go.
“Thank you, how much–,”
“On the house, the machine was faulty, the model number was in the call back list but they had my email wrong in the system. Thank you.”
“Happy to help.” Bucky smiles down at you, taking the box from you and admiring the two cupcakes.
“Oh and the new machine comes in tomorrow at two, I can have your espresso ready then.” You smile, he grins.
“I’ll be there.” He promises.
The next day Bucky enters the bustling store with a beautiful arrangement of sunflowers and baby’s breath. He grins easily, holding it in his left hand and settling it down.
“The sunflower cupcake was my favourite.” He gestures to the flowers to explain.
You admire them, “These are beautiful. Thank you.”
“Sort of an apology and a welcome rolled into one.” Pink dusts his cheeks and you watch him endearingly.
You hold out his espresso, not in a to-go cup. He looks around the crowded store raising a brow.
You point to the side of the counter, you have placed low back supported barstool chairs.
“Well in that case, may I also have a red velvet cookie, Cupcake?” He grins at you, mischievously.
“A very original nickname, Bucky.” You shake your head, grabbing the cookie, and plating it for him.
“I’m a man of taste.” He defends with a shake of his head.
You chuckle, “I'm sure.”
“Excuse me?” An older gentleman stands at the display, you excuse yourself from Bucky before helping the man.
“I have a question for you.” He says when you return to him, dismissing the apology you were to offer.
“Ask away.” You prompt.
“Well I saw this place’s instagram, you shared a video of the sunflowers immersive. You seemed so in awe, I mean it looked beautiful but I just want to understand, people usually fawn over Starry Night?”
“I used to really adore sunflowers when I was younger, somewhere along the way I just changed my preferences because they never fit into concepts, I don’t know and when I was there,” You remember the way the sunflowers took over all the screens, gooseflesh still rises to your skin, “I just remembered all of it, all of it that I gave up. Plus it was beautiful, so utterly beautiful, Bucky I really wish I could go again and again.” You sigh dreamily then look at him.
“I hope you get to go again…” He trails off.
“Have you ever?” You ask.
He shakes his head, his fingers flex tightly then extend. You keep your eyes only on him.
“Well if it comes to a nearby city again, we’re going to go. It will help with your creative flow for your tattoos.” You beam.
“Are you planning a future date with me, Cupcake?” He says it so lightheartedly.
“Well I am, no matter what, if Van Gogh’s in town, we’re paying him a visit.” You hold up your pinky.
“Pinky promise.” You request, he chuckles, wrapping his pinky around yours, it feels right.
“Pinky promise.” He repeats.
Your hands part, he wears his jacket. You watch him cross back to his shop. He waves at you before entering, you wave back, laughing to yourself happily.
I THINK THIS IS MY NEW FAVE AU I LOVED LABYRINTH BC SOFT ROMANCE BUT THIS IS PEAK SOFT ROMANCE tbh I love Petal and Steve bc I am a Steve girl but Cupcake reminds me of my bestie and she is a Bucky girl I am def recommending this to her ITS GOING TO BE LIKE A JOINT LITTLE BOOK CLUB THING I LOVE IT
Summary: For Week 4 of @the-slumberparty's Across The Universe Challenge I came up with Florist!Steve and Tattoo Artist!Bucky now I couldn't pick between either one so I've created an AU for the two of them with separate nicknamed female!readers. It's going to be Steve x Petal and Bucky x Cupcake. This is the second part of the multipart AU called Stencils, Bouquets & Icing.
A.N.: A big thank you to Navy and Roo for inspiring me to come up with an unexplored by me AU 💖💖💖💖💖
Warnings: fluff, some innuendos, slight angst, feels
Word Count: 2.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics
Stencils, Bouquets & Icing AU Masterlist || Main Masterlist
The neon sign flickers in the peripheral. Then stabilises, it reads ‘open’ with the O being shaped into a flower petal.
Steve smiles at the sign, he absolutely adored it. The keys jiggle when he places them back against his hip. Scent of flowers greet him on his way to the cash register.
Setting up for the day before he grabs the bucket and mop to clean up. A few appointments scheduled and three pickups.
It would be comical at some point seeing a man of his structure, tall and muscled working on flowers. After the years he’s had Steve admires how delicate he can be with his calloused hands.
The workstation is prepped and he brings in the flowers for the first heart shaped box arrangement. Lilies and daisies were requested. Along with a a scanned handwritten note placed onto the box.
Steve’s humming is interrupted by the bell.
“I'm along the aisle with the pink flowers at the front!” He calls out not looking away from the placement.
Footsteps traverse along then a throat clears, his eyes meet ones that are trained on the box. You look up at him. His breath catches in the slightest.
A smile takes over his features but you don’t reciprocate but his doesn’t falter.
“Hi.” He greets.
“Are you, Steve?” You ask, gesturing towards him.
He watches your sleeve ride up and lines start at your wrist moving upwards, “I am, yeah.”
“Bucky Barnes sent me. He wants his arrangement?” You inform and he nods, humming as he moves to the side out of view behind the floral divider.
A few things move around, Steve’s hidden behind a large arrangement of sunflowers and baby’s breath.
“Will you be able to carry it? It's a glass vase. I told the punk to come and collect it himself.” He lowers it meeting your eyes yet again, it fascinates him how even amongst the dominant colour of them he finds specs of lighter shades. He has the sunlight to thank for that.
You stare at the man, well Steve. You didn’t expect him to be this beefy man surrounded by flowers. Nor did you expect him to radiate sunshine that he’s surrounded with from the windows.
When Steve frowns, your thoughts halt, why is the smile gone?
“Oh um, I just have to take it to the tattoo shop. He said he was running late and you may have to go for some on-site thing? I don’t know… seemed very preoccupied.” You reason, shrugging, reaching for the vase.
Steve’s hands are brushed by yours as the exchange happens. You take a deep inhale feeling the full weight.
“The shops just down the road, I can—,”
“No, I can do it. Shop has automated doors and Dum Dum’s inside and yeah.” You cut him off.
Steve purses his lips but then offers you a smile yet again, how the fuck is the room brightening the fuck up?
Your heart beats rapidly when he steps closer, something tells you it's not just because of the heavy vase.
“Alright well, I’ll open my door, it's not automated.” Steve wants to smack himself. Of Course you know that. You entered the shop.
“Thanks.” You nod, turning around and trying not to drop the arrangement.
“You’re the new apprentice, right?” He asks, as he opens the door.
You carefully step down, but your footing falters, Steve’s arm wraps around your waist. He steadies you.
“Y-yeah. Thanks um, for yeah.” You stammer out.
“No worries, you sure you can carry it, petal?”
“My name isn’t, I’m Y/N—,” You pause when he looks at your head.
“No, I um,” he reaches forth and plucks out the sunflower petal from the top of your head.
“Right.” You nod, swallowing. You turn trying to speed walk back to the safety of the tattoo shop.
Steve watches as you cross the abandoned shop between his and Bucky’s units. Till you head into the shop. He turns, heading back to the heart shaped bouquet he had to finish in an hour.
He makes a mental note to pop by Bucky’s a little more often than he usually does, preferably when the brunette is off to his daily fixing of cake and coffee.
Bucky walks over to you after a few days empty vase in hand.
You raise a brow.
“Steve will come by later to collect it, I have the back tattoo client so I won’t be out.”
“Did she like it?” You enquire while setting the newer designed vase to the floor so it doesn’t get knocked over.
Bucky grins, then bites his lip as if to stop his happiness.
On instint your eyes move towards the window that harboured the view to Cherry On Icing, “You have it bad, Boss.”
He only dreamily sighs in response, “She loved them.”
“He does, if only he would spit it out to her.” Dum Dum agrees from his station.
Bucky shakes his head, “Old man you still look at your wife with the same loved up look from the wedding photograph. What are you teasing me for?”
“What can I say? She’s still the fierce and stunning lady I fell in love with in my younger days.” He turns and regards you with a look that has you flounder.
“Your generation doesn’t want to speak up at all about the way they feel. Just pine pine pine.” He continues to grumble.
You look away, fingers drumming along the edge of the counter. Your gaze moves to Bucky. He looks down at his palms, gloves on.
“Sometimes all we can do is pine.” He mutters before heading into the back area.
A few hours later you look up from the design you were sketching for an upcoming consultation just as Steve beams at you from outside.
“Hey,” Steve finds himself happier seeing you, he hadn’t seen you in a few days and a part of him missed you.
“Hi.” You look back down at the sketch.
“That looks good.” He praises.
“It’s just a rough sketch…” you shrug off the praise.
He hums in disapproval, you frown.
“It doesn’t seem to be just a rough sketch.” He adds after noticing your expression.
“I really want him to like my work, he’s one of few artists who I actually look up to.” You look at Steve, his smile is now softer and more fond for his best friend.
“It took him hard work and practice to get where he is, I’m sure if you have a similar approach towards being a hardworking person, you will succeed.”
You ponder over his words, raising your non-dominant hand’s sleeve. Pointing out to a small tattoo of a wave inspired by Katsushika Hokusai's Under the Wave off Kanagawa.
Then you take it higher to show him a similar tattoo that is much more refined than it’s former one, near perfect and the shading work is incredible.
“I kept the first one too, even if it's shit. Always remember where I started from and this one reminds me of what I can do.” You roll the sleeve down.
Steve nods, “You’re on the right track, Petal. Maybe one day you can ink me as well.”
“You have tattoos?” The words leave your mouth with breathless curiosity. He looks around in search and you recall the vase.
You bend to retrieve it, Steve smiles yet again.
“I do. Several by Bucky, Dum Dum and a few collected during travel.” He chuckles when you stare at him, “What the florist can’t have a tattoo? You wound me Petal.”
The brightness in his eyes tells you he’s only teasing. You shake your head and roll your eyes at him.
“Well, I’ll be on my way.” He taps the vase and turns away.
“Bye Steve.” You look back down at the iPad, opening a new blank page to sketch upon. Something about the conversation sparked your creative flow. Maybe you could design something inspired by Steve.
You wouldn’t share it, maybe just keep it tucked away, label it as Sunshine Man or something in relation to the brightness he brings in whenever he’s around you.
“You know what?” You look up at him, his blond hair ruffles slightly in the wind as he stands between the door.
“What?” You ask, ideas spinning in your mind as his neckline dips to the side and you catch the smidge unfamiliar ink on his chest.
Steve shakes his head; wondering if he’d come off too strong. He needs to give it time, maybe allow you to know each other better.
“I’ll ask you soon enough.” He waves at you, you do the same as he walks the path back to his shop.
“Punk.”
“Jerk.”
“Idiot.”
“Stupid.”
“Do they always greet each other this way?” You ask Dum Dum. He nods, looking back at the stencil he was sketching.
You look down at your own design, it has been almost a month into being here. You learned alot from Bucky and saw Steve almost daily. He always would make it a point to greet you and smile at you. Today seemed no different as he made his way to your station.
Small conversations, always complimenting your work.
Your craft was growing, hands steadier but there were still ways to go, currently you were working on a design to add to your own sleeve that Bucky would ink onto you.
You wondered why amongst your mostly geometric preference florals began to bloom?
The answer was closer than you had believed,
“Hi, Petal.” He grins, much to your chagrin the nickname stuck around.
Your eyes lift to his baby blues and then to the tip of his ear. Standing up you reach for the tiny floret of baby’s breath stuck near his ear.
A flush spreads across his cheeks as he sputters out a thank you. You twirl the flower between your thumb and index finger, the design completing itself in your mind.
“Should I start calling you baby’s breath?” You tease, a half smile dancing on your lips.
“Is that a smile I finally earned?” Steve knows his cheeks are red and your smile only warms his chest further.
You laugh, “Only if I get to call you with a floral nickname.”
“It's a bit of a mouthful.” He comments.
“I prefer to have my mouth full.” You reply and Steve stares at you.
The entire scenario in his mind shifts, from absolute softness to absolute filth. He leans against the workstation, then further, lips close to your ear.
“Careful what you ask for Petal, may not be able to take it all.” Steve hears your breathing falter, he smugly grins, “But then again, I think you will take it all won’t you like a good girl?”
His palm slides forward across your station, you look at his palm, he had placed it upon the cleaning rag that was still sort of wet and now gliding him forward. Shit.
“Uh oh.” Steve loses his balance, taking you down with him, but he turns you in time to land on top of him.
You groan as your forehead smacks against his cheekbone. He hisses.
Dum Dum and Bucky peer over the counter.
“You alright there?” Your boss enquires and you rub your forehead.
“Yeah I guess, um.” You look at Steve to make sure he’s okay.
“Yep, alright.” He smiles at you then winces, “Okay my cheek hurts.”
“Sorry.” You mumble, carefully moving and he sits up with you.
With the softest of touches you inspect the blooming redness, “Wait here.” You instruct him, with a pointed look and your index finger touching his jaw.
“Petal—,” his protest dies when you pretend to cover your ears and walk away to the kitchenette area.
Bucky chuckles and Steve shoots him a glare.
Dum Dum rolls his eyes, “Just ask her, you oaf.” He chastises and Steve finds that his palms are very interesting. The older man shakes his head walking away.
Bucky snickers and Steve shows him the finger that makes him guffaw.
You eye your boss with curiosity but then as you peer out the window you know he would be rendered speechless in a few moments.
“Okay now this might feel bad and then good.” You tell him, lightly placing the ice pack to his cheek. Steve winces then sighs as the cold takes away some of the sting.
The pneumatic hiss has Steve turn his gaze to the door.
“Watch how Bucky melts.” You whisper adjusting so the both of you have a good view.
It was the baker and owner from the opposite side of the tattoo shop, her name was something else but you only could remember her as—
“Cupcake?” Bucky’s gaze widens when she enters and he fumbles to fix his hair.
Steve chuckles and Bucky shoots him a glare. Then grins when he turns back to her.
“Hi,” She says, holding up a package in her shop’s delivery box, “Um, you never um, cameby I thought you might be busy. I, I know it was just a little delay but—,”
“Oh no, I was on the way but Steve here fell for—with Y/N.” Bucky explains and your brows furrow at his slip up, turning to the man in question.
“I um,” Steve’s hand covers yours.
“Got your mouth full, baby’s breath?” You tease.
“Plan to keep you full.” He counters, he notes how your pupils dilate, “However,”
Your chest deflates, maybe you shouldn’t have developed the crush on the sweet florist next door.
“I’d like to take you on a date first.” Steve grins and you reward him with one of your gorgeous smiles.
OH MY GOSH THIS IS JUST SO SOFT AND SOFT ROMANCE AND OH GOD JUST THE NICKNAMES I LOVE EVERYTHING and the way you wrote Steve - THE LITTLE MOMENT BETWEEN PETAL AND STEVE also I love the cover you edited the soft pink cupcakes GOSH EVERYTHING IS SO CUTE
Categorize these characters from your fics- Hogwarts edition
Take all the characters from Labyrinth and put them in Hogwarts houses pleassseeeeeee
ERHJFBVHJ THIS EXCITES ME OKAY SO HERE GOES -
Puffin aka Bucky he gives me a ravenclaw vibe, intelligent, calm (lol) and suave also he sometimes acts before thinking which could make him more gryffindor but I think he's better suited in ravenclaw
Steve now I do think he's more gryffindor per se given his qualities and he's protective, loyal as well as smart plus I think Wanda and he being from notoriously enemy houses is cute for them and very on brand if they were in hogwarts
Wanda is Slytherin, idk she just is, she's calculated but kind. Fiercely protective and loyal to those that are important to her, she may have selfish tendencies as we explored in the precious update but she learns and adapts and improves
Now Sunshine aka Reader aka y/n i would say she's the house from which the reader considers themself to be now this could be different but based on her characterisation, she's a hufflepuff though she is sweet and kind she does have enough bite to hold her own
Now Brock and Sharon are muggles and not the kind to turn into muggle born a wizard or witch, they get nothing. they suck.
All these characters being sorted in these houses are just SPOT ON - I love how you give your little reasonings and explanations which makes it hard to argue otherwise, I also love the friendship between Wanda and the reader so being in Slytherin and Hufflepuff respectively REALLY makes it seem like the over protective Slyhterin bestie trying to save the little Hufflepuff muffin from the cruel world
I saw your WIP post and I really want to know more about "The Kings Of The End" WIP that is going on. It feels like it would have multiple characters and I love that a lot.
Oh my god yes so this WIP is actually going to be my take on the four horsemen of the apocalypse. I’m so excited for this i came up with the idea just a few days ago. Its going to be the 4 characters x reader.
Let me formally introduce them:
Death - Bucky Barnes
Famine - Steve Rogers
War - Nick Fowler
Conquest - Lloyd Hansen
So based on my research they are apparently sort of angelic and demonic as well so I’m thinking to have a cross between that and mostly run with my own lore for them.
Its either going to be sort of originates in a small town with deep connections to larger organisations to be having the hold that each of these ‘Kings’ have based on their names.
Now our reader here is destined for all of them. I don’t have a snippet yet but i could share more about the characteristics of the four of our men if anyone is intrigued further.
Hello in regards to your WIP game please please please *prayer hands* tell me Punches is about Steve *insert Steve Rogers boxing gif from Avengers 2012*
👀👀👀👀 maaaaaaaaaybe
So punches is basically going to be a boxer au or a body guard au but the boxing is a core element of the story
A snippet:
The scent of the citrus air-fresher greets the sweet autumn air every time the doors open. Steve’s attention is on the bag as he lands his punches, the pain doesn’t phase him. The impact has the heavy equipment swaying from side to side.
People walk in and out of the training area but you watch from outside. He turns and you blink at him, cheeks heating at being caught gawking at him.
Your grip tightens around the water bottle held in your hand as you watch him smirk and shake his hair the sweat makes his shirt cling to his well defined muscles.
The citrus gains predominance you look at the door, Steve’s arm is raised as he leans against the frame, a bit of his abs flash your eyes move to his face at his chuckle.
“Here for your lesson, shortcake?” He smirks as you scowl.
WIP GAME to know about more of my works in progress
If so can you do something like those tiktok filters where you choose your soulmate but it's avengers choosing between each other who they'd want and reader cooses bucky all the time making the rest of them confused and later bucky pulls her into his lap when there is no place to sit and she tells him why she wants him and its all sweet reasons and at the end she says "the arm though..." you can end it here or add something else!😊😊
I'd Choose You - Bucky Barnes
Summary: based on the above prompt, i've sort of altered the filter used i hope thats okay
Warnings: none, pure fluff, some mutual pining, non canon compliant, the avengers are a big happy family.
Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader
An: i hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry it took this long!
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You were hearing the same song playing from the living area over and over. The stirring of your pasta wasn't this repetitive. Turning the stove off you find Natasha and Wanda sprawled across the couch and watching videos via the projector.
You tilt your head watching the woman on the screen tilt her head side to side, picking between the avengers, in the end she lands on the picture of Wanda. She then goes on to explain her reason for picking Wanda, stating her perseverance and strength inspires her. Her friends come in on screen and they all giggle when she admits of the crush she has on her as well.
The screen moves upward another video with a man loads, he keeps on choosing, Tony Stark rolling his eyes at the other presented choices. His reasoning is the facial hair. You join Nat and Wanda's laughter.
"Is this the latest trend?" You ask as the next video loads. Natasha nods in response to your question.
"There are so many picking you as well." She assures scrolling upwards on the tablet till the old video she saw loads. You watch as your picture is paired against Steve's his picture disappears as yours is picked. It continues as you're picked over everyone else.
"What's all this?" Steve, Sam and Bucky walk into the living area. Their gazes fixed on the screen.
"It's a trend, picking their soulmate from amongst the avengers. Or picking the avenger they adore the most." Wanda explains, its silent again as the familiar song replays on the next video.
Sam does a hoot as he's picked in this video. Steve chuckles, you look at Bucky, he remains stoic. Then his eyes meet yours, a smile breaks out across his face drawing your own smile forth.
"You know what would be a great idea?" Sam pipes up.
Bucky looks at him then back at you, a silent conversation takes place. one in which he's telling you; 'Bird brain has an idea.' you shake your head at him. He knows you're chastising his little unsaid comment.
"What?" Nat turns to Sam.
"We should do this amongst us." He shrugs nonchalantly.
"I don't think that is a good idea. It could hurt sentiments." Steve reasons, Tony clicks his tongue. Entering with his coffee mug.
"Oh come on Cap, no one will say anything if you pick me." Tony teases Steve. The blonde's cheeks tinge red.
"Tony." He rolls his eyes.
"Go on Nat, lets see what Tweety Bird has in store for us." Tony raises his mug towards Sam.
"I'm not Tweety if anything I'm," Sam struggles to find a better bird character but flounders.
"Chuck?" Bucky offers.
"I'm not an angry bird." Sam glares at him.
"Getting angry there birdy." You giggle, Bucky laughs as Sam grumbles grabbing the tablet and setting it up to record,
"Just for that ya'll aren't getting picked." He warns before sifting through and picking Natasha, Steve give a little hey of protest when he is cut off first.
Tony points at you after most of them are done, some how Clint, Bruce, Vision, and even Peter were roped into the trend. You look at Bucky as you walk towards the set up.
Bucky bites his lip, he wants to be hopeful. This seemed to be the easiest way to confess his feelings for you. if you didn't reciprocate he could always say it is a platonic choice.
He watches as does everyone, right off the bat you're asked to pick between Steve and him. He exhales when you pick him.
Over and over you pick him, the choice is as easy as breathing for you. The picture of Bucky was from his first day reinstated and on a press release after a mission. You keep looking at it with a soft smile. Tilting your head to keep picking him.
At the end his picture moves from the side to the top of your head, you begin to move,
"Wait, you have to say why." Wanda reminds, a knowing smile on her face.
"Well, um, he's warm and fuzzy when we cuddle during movies," You look back at Bucky, "he's brilliant, a good listener, makes really good pancakes even if he burns the first three always." you laugh and Bucky's grin only widens.
"What else, Doll?" He walks over to you.
"Your eyes, always find my way to them."
"They do seek you out in every room." He cups your cheek.
"And this arm though." Your skin heats, Bucky smirks.
"What about it?" He questions, eager to know.
"Strong yet gentle." You breathe.
"I'd choose you." Bucky admits, his blue eyes convey something deeper. Something your had been waiting to be reciprocated.
"Oh Bucky." Your palm covers his own, held against your cheek.
Another silent conversation takes place, feelings affirmed.
His lips find yours, the softest of kisses shared, the rest of your family cheers.
Conversations With The Devil (Part 2) - Bucky Barnes
Summary: For the week 2 writing game by @the-slumberparty i chose to continue one of my first one shots submitted to a challenge, Conversations With The Devil (part one) can be read here. My opening line prompt was 'He was at a crossroads and whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life.'
Pairing: Soft!Dark!Devil! Bucky x Desi! Female!Reader
Word Count: 6.9k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, seances gone wrong, Oral F and M receiving, horror themes, smut, having sex with the devil?, a smidge of demon cock (nothing explicit just demon p grinding against human v), overstimulation, p in v, multiple orgasms, magic, sort of god complex, a little dark, whump, possession of a family member of the reader (not very horror-esque), protective bucky, horny bucky, devil bucky is a menace. please proceed with caution, you are responsible for your media consumption.
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He was at a crossroads and whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life. Not that he ever cared for either kind of critters that littered the realms he roamed. Bucky was more so concerned with himself, always himself and his concerns.
Even months ago when he stumbled across those three little humans during the seance.
He stares at the gold gleaming around his wrist, it was surprising this piece of magick. Remaining uncut by the most demonic and angelic of swords. The fire of hell did not melt the gold. Incantations that would have worlds collapsing did not break the chains.
A curse or blessing upon the human’s family. He scoffs, at least they were no longer binding his neck and right hand. Only one remained around his left wrist keeping the two of them coterminous across realms. He licks his lips remembering her taste on his tongue. His cock hardens, then Bucky focuses his eyes back on the demons arguing in his court. He resists the urge to roll his eyes at their repetitive blabber.
Tear apart limbs this, possess little red haired ragdoll that; Bucky groans internally.
Then a wicked smile stretches across his face. He should check in on his own little Doll. She did just tempt him. It had been days since he teased her from his throne. The tendrils bellow softly beneath his throne, making their way to the portal he had hidden.
Closing his eyes, Bucky visualises her, hmm, a different outfit than he’d seen her wear before. The long skirt shifts delicately with each step.
His gaze takes you in, your brows furrow as you turn in the empty corridor trying to discern why the feeling of being watched creeps up your spine. His fists clenched as he stopped himself from allowing you to feel his touch.
You would have to wait.
You’re at yet another boring pre wedding dinner with the entire family. Distant cousins, uncles and aunts all gathered around. The loved by all elders and hated by all cousins, cousin Shaiyana, beams brightly as she shows off her man.
Only the women in the family can see the faint gold chains that extend from her own bracelet to the boy’s neck and hands. You bite the inside of your cheek.
No one knew yet of Bucky or the fact that the chains had reduced from three to one over the span of six months. His intermittent visits and the one instance where he–no, he wasn’t there because of you. He had to cage that demon. He wasn’t there for you.
Your mind still brings forth that night, from four months ago.
Four Months Earlier.
Martin shrugs you off yet again, saying this time the seance would be foolproof. Lesser candles and Misha’s confidence lured you into the plan yet again. So there you all sat, fingers on the planchette.
Dread filled every crevice of your chest. The hairs on your body rising as the temperature dropped enough for you to see Misha’s breathy exhale followed by Martin’s sniffle.
“Why does this happen to us?” Martin questions, the planchette moves to the letters.
The two of them stare at you with accusatory gazes as your name is spelled out.
“What–,” Your words are cut off as the three of you are yanked into corners of the room. You wheeze out as a pressure builds upon your chest, your hands placed down an invisible force holding you down.
Misha’s voice echoes with the prayer followed by three claps, you breathe hard as the pressure vanishes.
“What the fuck was that?” They ask you.
You shake your head, “I don’t know.”
Checking your hands, three long lines manifest across your forearm as though scrapped. No words or responses form. Wordlessly you help them fix their living room and leave for your own home.
The studio apartment greets you as you had left it. Every little common sound, reasonable thump has you on edge. Part of you wonders if Bucky would know what that was, if he would even appear again.
The last time you saw him was when he raised his head from between your shaking thighs and licked his fingers and lips. Then he left. You knew he was still bound when your bracelet gleamed with three chains that seemingly went nowhere. As it did every day since that night two months ago.
You stare at the bracelet yet again and sigh a part of you sought him out. Wanting to know more, wanting to talk to him, feel him pressed against you again. Shaking the thoughts away, you go through your routine before bed.
Soon enough your earlier dread returns just on the cusp of sleep. Before you can utter the little prayer to defend yourself, the weight on your chest returns, heavier than before and you can hear the low growl above you.
Your bracelet shifts closer to your palms, your folded fingers brush over the chains. Your mind brings forth his deepening azure eyes.
The presence yet again holds your hands down. It reminds you of sleep paralysis only occurring when you’ve had the most tiring of days.
“Please–,” You rasp, “Let m-me g-go, p-please–,” The pressure adds onto your throat the tears pooling now brim over.
You can feel one breath remaining, it's a long shot you know.
“Bucky.” You whisper into the room, only resulting in the pressure intensifying on your chest.
There is a snarl from the edge of your apartment, darkness shrouds a tall looming figure. Your eyes widen fighting the urge to close. Your struggles increase and the figure moves closer, the shadowy tendrils move across the space wrapping around above you, around nothing and they pull. As soon as they pull away you cough the ability to breathe freely returns.
The darkness now towers above your bed. You watch the invisible creature appear with crooked limbs and bottomless pits for eyes. It is pulled to the ground and a portal closes just as it is dragged under ground.
You look up at the darkness, it clears, a horned creature watches you, its face covered in cracks as though marble damaged. The colour of its skin is a mix of grey and the cracks seemingly gold.
Its eyes blazing red with a catlike shape, trained upon you as it levitates upside down, you watch the gargoyle-like wings not open to their full expanse given the space, its lower body still covered by the bellowing tendrils. The demon settles across you on your bed.
It saved you.
Tilting its head it observes you silently. Lips unmoving just watching you.
Your hands move to where the other demon’s scratches grave your forearm, its eyes follow the movement. It grabs your forearm and pushes up your sleeve. The demon’s face morphs into surprise you think.
Maybe it wondered why you were not screaming? Or reciting pages of a holy scripture at it.
Your brows furrow, its touch is familiar. The long fingers with dark nails begin to morph as they hold your hand, its eyes once again angry. In a practised sequence the horns and wings disappear, then the body, hands and face turn more human.
“Bucky?” Your surprise makes him look away from the scratches. His eyes still red, he blinks and you’re greeted by the familiar azure.
“I’ll make him pay.” He assures, before the tendrils wrap around him, his hands begin to disappear.
You panic again, “No!”
“What is it?” His voice sounds irritable.
“I,” you swallow before meeting his hard gaze, “I wanted to say thank you for answering my call…”
“Your call?” He snorts, you feel his hand better again, “I’ve been trying to find that demon, he’s fucking up all my plans. Made a mess in hell. You think I would answer a mortal’s call? Isn’t that what your almighty above is for?” He sneers, thumb tracing delicately over the scratches a stark contrast to his words.
You watch as they fade, “Oh, well, thank you for um, getting rid of it?” you change the words around. He rolls his eyes.
He stands creating distance between the two of you.
“Don’t do anymore seances.” He warns, his demonic form taking over yet again before he disappears.
As Bucky stands before the bound demon, he raises his hand and forms a fist. The demon cries out in pain as all three hooked fingers on each of its four hands are crushed.
“You do not touch what is mine. You do not scare what is mine.” Bucky speaks calmly but his threat is clear.
“I’m sorry, Sire. My King I didn’t know that stupid mortal was your plaything–,”
The click of Bucky’s tongue has the demon cower back, the circle engraved onto the ground would not let the creature escape.
“You do not insult what is mine.” Bucky inhales, then closes his eyes, smiling as the demon’s pained screams surround him.
Days later Bucky watches as you go about your day, he’s noticed how you look at your bracelet with a sense of longing. Each time you do, there is a soft tug on the chains on his end. He was surprised when the other demons and creatures could not see the chains. It appeared only you and him could see them.
He follows you around, when one of your co-workers gets a little too close and reaches for your shoulder his unheard to you growl has the man retract his hand. You tilt your head as the co-worker scurries away. Bucky looks down at himself in disgust, what kind of human emotions was he resorting to, jealousy? He glares at you now and claws at the stupid chain around his neck.
When you return home, you squeak in response to seeing him lounging on your bed, legs crossed and arms behind his head. A pleasant yet devilish smile on his features. If he was stuck with you might as well have some fun.
“What are you doing here? Another demon escaped? Is Cerberus not guarding properly?” You set your bags down on the table.
He chuckles, “It's cute you think I have a pet dog.”
“What are you then? A cat person–creature?” You correct yourself, trying not to laugh at his exasperated look.
Blue eyes narrow and then rake over you, he did like the outfit. Your leggings tempt him to tear them away. One of his tendrils wraps around your ankle caressing it. You look down at it.
“Bucky, why are you here?”
The tendril moves higher, wrapping around your thigh.
“You didn’t thank me properly the other night.” He reprimands you, more tendrils superimpose the earlier one, you’re lifted off the floor and brought to him.
“I said thank you.” You tug at the hold on your hands.
“Hmm, I’d prefer if you thank me by getting on your knees.”
“I’m not–,”
“You know I can feel you because of these?” The chains appear then, then fade away, “Every little emotion that overtakes you,” He levitates to meet you above your bed, “Your joy, sadness, pain,” his eyes move to your bare forearm, “Even your arousal.”
Your chest tightens and your clit pulses at his words. He licks his bottom lip, teeth sinking into the pink flesh. Teasing you.
“Just as right this moment, she misses me doesn’t she?” Bucky chuckles as he feels your arousal permeate through his own body. He cups your mound, warmth seeping through your clothes, the tendrils make you grind against his palm.
You whimper, trying to close your legs.
“Admit it.” He urges, the tendrils tear apart your top, your bra tattered too, his tongue swirls against your nipple and you feel it circle your clit too, you cry out.
“Admit it, Doll.” He moves to the other, hardening it into a peak as well.
He rises above you, tendrils supporting you, your hands behind your back making you assume a kneeling position. You’re face to face with his cock, leaking precum. Your body thrums in remembrance.
“Admit it and you can have anything you want.” He cups your cheek, pushing away the stray locks.
“Want you.” You lean into his touch.
“Open your mouth, Doll.”
Your lips part, Bucky traces your bottom lip with his tip then sinks into your mouth inch by inch. You moan around him, his hand grips your head.
“Breathe, Doll. Taking me so well. So pretty with your mouth full.”
“You better keep that jaw slack, Doll. Gonna fuck your pretty face and then I’ll fill you up.” He promises, “Now,” He grunts as he thrusts and guides your mouth over his thick and veiny cock, “Remind me once we’re done to ask you about the little thought you had about my demon form.”
Your eyes widen, your body betrays you gathering more arousal over your folds. Bucky laughs. He guides your head over his cock, “Fucking velvet, so good. Fuck.”
He pulls out completely, “Oh, I’ll fuck you in my demon form too.” For a moment he morphs into his demon form, his cock thicker that your thumb and fingers wouldn’t meet wrapped around his cock.
You swallow at the size of him, “It won’t, it won’t, um, fit.” Your voice a rasp, his thumb traces your bottom lip.
“It will fit, you were made for me weren’t you?” He questions, ignoring as the chains glow.
You nod, the two of you are turned, he slides his cock over your folds, the more prominent veins rub over your clit and folds you jolt under him. He morphs into his human form, repeating the movement, drawing out the same response.
“Oh I’ve missed this pretty pussy wrapped all around me.” He taps your clit with his cock, making you shudder.
Your hands grip his arms, Bucky sinks into your waiting pussy, both of you moan in unison. Your walls pulse around him. The chain from around his neck fades away as he begins to thrust into you.
One leg around his waist the other thrown over his shoulder he sinks deeper, you cry out as each thrust is against your gspot, he builds your orgasm, his mouth around your nipple and one tendril tweaks the other. You feel his tongue flick your clit as well, all in tandem with his thrusts.
Your lips part in a plea of his name as pleasure floods your senses and you arch off of your bed, against Bucky. Your nails rake down his chest, marking him. He hisses.
Your walls spasm around him, coating him in your cum. He smirks as you thrash in his hold, he doesn’t allow you respite, repeating the same movements sending you barrelling into your second orgasm. Tears brim over your eyes, down your cheek to your neck.
Bucky lets go of your nipple, licking your sweet sweat-slicked skin and moaning at the taste of your pleasured tears.
“So good, Bucky–,” Your words cut off by a cry as you’re turned, now on top of him, his cock buried deeper, your arms reaching for his shoulders. Bucky watches as you meet his eyes with glazed over eyes, he cups your cheek. Leaning in he kisses you, bruising the tendrils and his grip on your hips guide you over him.
The tendrils tug and pull at your nipples, “One more sweet Doll, so fucking pretty, such a good girl aren’t you?”
You nod through the pleasured haze, “Your-yours,” You sob as his thrust is deep. Pleasure blooms like hellfire from your toes to your head.
“Mine, all mine.” He growls nipping at your flesh.
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky–,” Your third orgasm shatters through you, “Fill me up!” You cry out.
Bucky gives a few more hard thrusts before he moans your name, his cum coats your walls, you slump against his broad chest, sniffling as the aftershocks run through you.
“You’re still milking me, Doll.” He groans as your pussy clamps around him, keeping him inside you. Taking all of his seed.
You only hum in response, your head nuzzled into his chest. Taking in his scent your hands tracing over him lazily admiring him.
“You’re pretty, both forms.” You whisper, he laughs.
“I belive I’ve fucked you stupid.” He declares making you frown. Pulling away to look at him.
The urge to quell your sadness overtakes him,
“Doll.” He warns. This, what the fuck was all this emotion?
“I said you’re pretty.” Your index finger presses to his chest.
“Find a better word than pretty.” He bargains.
“Can’t think too much cum.” You shrug, if he could act coy so could you.
“Is that right?” He raises a brow, “Too bad, I wanted to go a few more times.”
“Hmm, I do have to thank you properly.” You agree with him, “So are you a demon or a devil?” You ask, holding onto him as you’re turned again laying on your back.
“Pillowtalk? Buy a devil dinner first.” A tendril tugs on your nipple and you swat it lightly.
“A few minutes more.” You pet it, Bucky blinks at your actions.
“What? I don’t have any pets of my own.” You shrug the tendril wraps around your wrist, you smile.
Bucky shakes his head, after round two, he’d leave. Create distance again.
He could not have your emotions meddle into him.
He is ruthless, calculative.
He is cunning.
He takes what he wants; he cares for no one but himself.
A king of Hell.
When you fall asleep, he gently moves away from you.
The tendril you petted pulls the blanket on you better. Bucky stares at it, hands on his hips.
“What part about no attachments isn’t understood?” He whispers. The tendril turns towards you then back at Bucky. “We are not involving ourselves with a human.” He warns the tendril.
The tendril points to your bracelet. As if to say we’re already involved.
“Just, open the damn portal.” Bucky huffs, as he descends into his realm, he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest and the way your hand sleepily seeks him out, you shifting closer to his residual warmth.
Present.
Warmth floods you at the memories.
It had been three weeks since his last appearance. Your legs begin parting under the table, the familiar tendril stokes your inner thighs and the remaining drag your lehenga upwards.
You shut your thighs, pushing the fabric down.
That blue and red eyed menace.
“Still three chains?” Your grandmother tuts, your eyes snap to her.
“I, it’s just been five months—,” Shaiyana stutters, her blonde highlights flailing around her, “It takes time…”
‘Hmm, we’re down to one chain, Doll.’ Bucky’s deep baritone whispers against your earlobe; you feel his teeth graze your flesh. You shudder; he isn't actually here.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, this is one of his horny tricks.
“Stop it.” You whisper, his lips ghost over your neck.
‘I quite like the neckline of this outfit, your chest looks fantastic and this skirt, hmm, could bend you over and just—,’
“Bucky.” You chastise, reaching for your bracelet, the thin gold chain appears and you yank it.
Bucky’s arm tugs him sideward on his throne. He grasps his end of the shared chain and yanks it as well.
His court of demons stare at him. Silence takes over the court.
“What are all of you looking at? What's next I don’t have all the time in the underworld.” He roars at them.
They look at him and then scutter about before resuming the arguments.
As a result you knock into the waiter putting the entrées onto your cousin brother’s plate, “I’m so sorry!”
“I’m not.” Your cousin beams as more food is dropped onto his plate, “These are my fave chicken tikkas.”
‘Where is my apology Doll?’ Bucky asks, you swat at the tendril on your knee.
“Y/N?” Your aunt looks at you with a raised brow.
“Oh just a fly.” You swat the other tendril you feel. You glare at the tendrils, they know you mean no harm.
‘You’re being a brat.’
“You were supposed to be here, we had a deal.” You remind him, trying not to let the disappointment get the best of you.
‘First explain about the chains. Also, I’m busy ruling.’
“You need to be here to ask grandma about it. And stop trying to demon mode sex if you’re so busy ruling a part of hell.” You grit out in a whisper.
“Who needs to ask grandma what?” Your grandma eyes you from where she stands coming to greet everyone at the table.
“Um just about the ch-,” Bucky’s ring circles your clit, “ah-chains.” You grip the seat of your chair cheeks heating. Oh this little devil of yours is going to pay.
‘It's cute how you think you can get revenge on me. You're getting tied up today, Doll.’ Bucky warns, all traces of him disappearing.
“Well?” Your grandmother asks yet again.
“Why do the chains—,”
“Grandma, if you could just see how good we are together.” The apple of everyone’s eye pleads cutting you off.
Your cousin brother mimics her whining, the cousins at your table suppress a laugh but giggles escape.
Your aunt shushes everyone.
“The chains are important dear. They tell everything.” She pats her head and then turns her eyes to the empty seat next to you. You wince. Her questioning came from her astute intuition.
“He’s preoccupied.” You answer, “Meetings, on his way though.”
She eyes you warily but moves on from your table.
You slump in your seat. You meet the gaze of your parents and they are disappointed. For an open minded desi family they are disappointed in the lack of presence of your love life compared to your cousins.
What would you tell them?
A devil creeps into your bed every few weeks?
That you wish he would stay?
That you googled how Persephone went to Hades just to know if it's viable for you to move there to hell?
You’ve laughed to the point of tears over this situation. You could only hope the lesser number of chains meant he would be freed.
Your theories of the chains fading because of sex was disproved earlier, the second only faded when he had appeared at the club your friends had dragged you to, where you got sick, the nausea from those weird mocktails and greasy food hadn’t agreed with your system.
All you remember from that night was Bucky carrying, well flying you home after your friends had disappeared with their various hook ups. You had woken up to him scowling at you all while thrusting tylenol, water and then your favourite food in your hands.
You didn’t think a devil would or could lecture you about parties, but there he was, eyes flickering between red and blue. Voice switching between demonic and human. The tendril you had befriended first had wrapped itself around your wrist offering comfort and Bucky glared at it.
“You cannot possibly think she isn’t to be told off.” He stares at the tendril.
It raises its body then lowers it like a shrug.
“Oh, alright, hm what if she got hurt?” He pauses then, masking his worry with ire.
“I didn’t mean to make you worry.” You look up at him, doe eyed. He inhales then exhales. The worrisome thought crosses his mind yet again. You feel his worry in your chest.
“I was not worried.” Bucky yells, voice fully demonic, you look away from him. His gaze softens.
He cups both your cheeks, “You need to be careful. We don’t know what these chains mean, I try to keep myself out of trouble too. You need to do the same, Doll.” It was the first time he used your nickname without a sexual context.
You both had watched then how the chain undid itself from around his right wrist.
Something in Bucky’s chest cracks, he swiftly ignores it. The little pang of worry that he may lose you sooner rather than later.
The hall doors swing open murmurs break out in their presence. You’re pulled out of your thoughts. You watch as Bucky walks in, crossing the threshold that held sacred verses over it with ease. Your jaw drops at his navy traditional sherwani attire. There are intricate velvet patterns on it that give it a raised emboss look. He dressed like that one Indian Film actor did in that one movie that you can no longer recall. All other images gone from your brain apart from this one.
The women of the family all turn to look at you. The chain speaking for Bucky and you before you could. Your grandmother takes your name as she eyes Bucky. He smiles at her. You stand walking to meet him halfway.
“I apologise for the delay, Grandma.” He takes her hand kissing the back of it. Her eyes narrow between the two of you.
“One chain?” She questions.
“We wanted to ask you about that–,”
“After the festivities. Enjoy the dinner, James.” She cuts you off then moves to her original table.
He raises a brow but only gives her a half smile. Bucky turns to you.
“You like?” He winks, admiring the way your cheeks heat.
“I-, you came?” You ask, Bucky hides his own mirth at the happiness blooming in your heart replacing the earlier loneliness he could feel.
Bucky wants to say something else, you feel his hesitation, “We had a deal.” He runs his hand through his hair, his ring gleaming in the light.
“Let's meet your parents.” He suggests taking your hand and leading you to their table.
The lies flow easily from Bucky’s mouth.
Who is he?
How the two of you met?
What does he do with his free time?
He even has pictures of his white fluffy cat on his phone– Alpine. You raise a brow.
“Cats are nice, misunderstood but nice.” He whispers, his lips brush over your earlobe, “You better not forget what your punishment is,” One arm moves to rest across your chair, his other rests on your thigh. The tendrils begin to work their way up again.
Bucky’s face is inches from yours, you look up at him. He smiles at you.
“Smile.” He says, you blink, “Smile, Doll.” The tendrils tickle your side, you giggle and the flash occurs. Bucky’s smile widens, taking over his face at the sound of your laugh.
Your younger cousin hands you the polaroid, it's still developing as you lean closer to him.
Your breath ghosts over his neck, “My little devil,” you giggle yet again as you feel his irritation,
“I’ll show you what’s little–,” He takes a sharp breath when you tug his earlobe and kiss the spot on his neck you had discovered the third time he slept with you.
“As I was asking, will you be in the picture?”
He sighs exasperated, your questions about all of this ranged from actually fun to answer to can he shut you up in creative ways using his mouth, fingers or cock?
“I’m not a vampire.” He shakes his head, the arm resting across your back softly traces over your arm.
“Hmm, cranky like a hungry one.” You tease.
“Well I haven’t eaten my favourite meal in days. I could eat and no one would know, well if you keep quiet, Doll.” His eyes switch colours, darkened with red rims.
Your brows furrow as you spot a bead of sweat. Before you can stop yourself you wipe it from his temple.
“This sherwani is warmer than I anticipated.” He brushes it off, the waiters place food on Bucky’s plate as well. You don’t look away from him.
“Is it the scriptures?” You ask, he chews the kebab then nods, eyes shifting to the books kept.
“You all prayed before this, correct?”
“I’m sorry, Bucky I didn’t realise it would be more than what is comfortable, do you want to go outside?” Your hand is placed on his chest.
He licks his lips, “Let me eat my dessert, it's a sin.”
“Are you sure it will help?” Were you actually considering this?
“Hey man, it's so nice of you to come down, she was getting all lonely staring at her phone.” Your cousin interrupts the conversation.
“Ah yes I was texting her minute by minute.” Bucky nods, you want to laugh.
You didn’t even have his number.
“So what do you do?” Bucky questions your cousin. Your mind blanks momentarily as you feel Bucky’s lips ghost along your inner thigh.
Your cousin replies but you hear nothing, you feel Bucky’s tongue delve through your folds. You grip his hand resting on your thigh.
‘Not a sound, Doll.’ He warns, ‘So fucking sweet. All for me.’
His moan reverberates against your core, you bite your lip as you feel his fingers delve into you. Thick digits curving deliciously. You reach for the glass of water, your fingers clamp around it as you feel yourself stretch around his ring.
‘Could stay between your legs for aeons, Doll.’
You feel him suck on your clit and you whimper, Bucky next to you presses his lips to your temple. Grounding you.
‘You love it when I get like this, taking you apart then putting you back together.’
His movements gain pace, sweet oblivion within reach and he stops. Your lehenga righted and he kissed your temple again.
“Seems like we aren’t the only sinners here.” He murmurs. You look at Shaiyana and her partner. The chains are down to two from three. Her hair dishevelled.
You glare at Bucky.
“Oh, no this is part of the punishment.” He grins.
“Bucky.” You all but whine.
“Needy little Doll aren’t you?” He whispers, “For each orgasm I deny I’m going to reward you.”
Around you both dinner continues, Bucky teases you relentlessly during the entire time. Thoroughly enjoying the way you squirm for him. Turning into his needy little mess. His greedy little, Doll.
The fifth time he edges you. You can’t take it, you know distance doesn’t matter he can always use his powers on you. You still excuse yourself from the table, heading to the washrooms. Your cheeks warm, flushed because of Bucky. You fix your dupatta’s draping in the mirror.
“You have got some nerve.” Shaiyana observes exiting the stall.
You raise a brow.
“Oh come on your boyfriend suddenly appears just as I debut mine and one chain? How many times has he fucked you?” She turns to face you.
“They don’t disappear just because of sex…” you trail off.
“Oh please, Grandma’s rules clearly state about bonds and binds. How they forge forever and how they break.” She scoffs, flipping her hair back.
“Shaiyana, how does the bond break?” You swallow, wondering if it is what you wanted, to lose Bucky.
She looks back in the mirror meeting your gaze through it, “Finally you’re away from, Sire.”
Her eyes turn fully black, no whites nor her dark brown irises visible. You take a step back.
“You have him distracted. We don’t like distractions. The only thing good about you? Your mortality.” Her voice haunts you, gooseflesh raising across your skin.
“He won’t appreciate you hurting me.” You warn, moving towards the bathroom door. You try not to let fear consume you.
You try to reach out to Bucky through the bond. You feel nothing.
Shaiyana cackles, “Aw, he isn’t your knight in shining armour.” She steps closer towards you. Her voice is akin to chalk screeching against a board.
You look at the bracelet, the chain does not manifest. You look back at your cousin just as her hand comes in contact with your cheekbone. The force of it pushing you against the granite counter, you groan as the corner hurts you.
Bucky’s brows furrow, you aren’t back yet. The side of the bond that allowed him to reach you was subdued. He walks up to your Grandma, she turns sensing him.
“I see your curiosity cannot wait.” She smiles standing up, he offers her his hand. She grasps it, leading her towards the balcony. His gaze everywhere trying to find you.
The tendrils move along the edges of the room, taking over the venue to find you.
“How did you know my name?” He questions her, there is a thrum around her, iridescent old magick exuding from her aura.
“I know quite a bit about the demons and Kings of Hell, boy. What I should be asking is what made you choose a mortal?” She raises a brow at him.
“I didn’t know about the curse until the binds—,”
“You know what I mean.” She gives him a knowing look, “You do know before the binding you were asked if you will explore this with her.”
Bucky looks out onto the city lights. He remembers the ancient words, he remembers his affirmative reply. He wanted you. Then reality seeped in. Bound to a mortal? Bonds that work across realms? Forcing himself to not seek you out for two months.
He looks back at her, “She was not supposed to become more.”
“And now? You want to break it?” Your grandmother watches him.
“What do the chains mean?” He questions.
Unease trickles across him as the tendrils return with no news. He looks at her. She senses his emotions.
“I have to find her.” Bucky returns to the hall then out into the hall.
He frowns, there was a corridor to the bathroom here why can’t he see it?
“You’re going to break the spell you have on our Master.” Shaiyana’s nails dig into your cheeks. The water overflowing from the taps, the cold seeps into your back. She was slamming your hand into the floor trying to get the bracelet to break.
There was something possessing her. You had to do something.
“I didn’t!” You cry out in pain that breaks across your knuckle. Moving up your palm.
“He keeps visiting this realm. He tortured demons over you. His own kind.” Shaiyana snarls and you feel the sting of a slap.
“He wants the bond gone.” She tells you. Your tear stained eyes meet her obsidian ones.
“How to break it?” You ask, “Did he send you?”
She smiles, “He did, oh you fell in love? You fell for the King? You, a mere mortal? Be worthy of him?” She laughs.
In her distraction you begin to pray, she takes her hands away as if burned by your skin. You push yourself away, slipping as you make your way to the door. Shit, shit, shit.
Shaiyana stands again, you pray again, slamming your hands against the door hoping someone would hear you. “Bucky!”
“Stop calling his name!” She warns moving closer to you.
Bucky hears a thump, he turns to the seemingly placed wall. He places his palm on it. It scalds his flesh. His eyes turn red. A seal placed upon the door. He presses both palms to the wall.
It begins to give way, he hears your pained cry of his name.
“Doll!” He calls out.
“Bucky!”
The tendrils slither through the cracks, the seal was drawn outside the door. As the tendrils latch onto it, “Get away from the door!” He yells. You step back, pausing the prayer. Shaiyana yanks you back by your hair.
The door burns as Bucky steps through it. The flames disappear, behind him the cream coloured door now blackened. He stands there anger coursing through his veins. The image of him right now exudes power.
You whimper as Shaiyana smiles up at him, her nails digging into your scalp, “I did as you said, Sire. The way to break the bond? Break the bracelet or kill her.” She adds.
“When did I place such a command? Are you trying to overthrow me?” He raises a brow, “Release her.”
“Bucky break it–,”
“No.” He cuts you off.
“I fear it is worse than we thought. He cares for her.” She taps her foot thrice.
A portal opens beneath the three of you. Bucky sends the tendrils forth to break your fall. He switches to his demon form. The tendrils pull you to him. Tucking you to his side. He snarls at the demons gathered around. Shaiyana lays on the ground, unconscious.
“You have to make a choice, Sire. A bewitching mortal or your duty as King.” The demon that was possessing her procures a blade. Your eyes widen.
Your hand grips his forearm, he looks down at you, “They would kill you?”
“They wouldn’t dare.” He looks back at the demons.
“Bucky, let me break it.” You plead.
“Why? Do you not want–,”
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I won’t.”
The glimmer of the blade shines through the fires burning, you do the most mortal thing Bucky expects. Covering his form with yours, “Are you insane?! I need you alive!” He yells.
The blade is stopped by his hand. It burns his flesh.
“What is this sacrificial human bullshit? You do not die for love! Be selfish! Stay alive damn it.” He yells, throwing the blade back at the demon. His wings expand, covering the two of you and Shaiyana from the blades and hexes that are sent your way.
“But–,”
“No. I don’t want the bond to break. Do you know I was asked before the binding. If I wanted this? I agreed.”
“Then why were you gone?” You demand, the tendrils begin to branch out.
He raises the cracks in the ground. The demons around you stop their attack. All pausing because of the sigils made into the ground.
“I wanted you, Doll. Do you see this? The insubordination?” He glares at all the demons, he turns back to his human form.
“I kept a watch on you. I wanted to know what the chains meant. I dived into research but this is heirloom magick passed down between generations. Not kept in any scripture.” He explains, you blink several times.
“Wait, you said love?” You ask him, he stares at you.
“Just, just sit here and do not look at or touch anything.” He makes you sit on his throne before stepping away.
“Bucky?”
He turns back to look at you.
“I don’t want the bond to break too.” Your words make him smile, the familiar tendril wraps around your wrist.
The gold chain around his left wrist disappears, in its place a gold chain bracelet remains.
The two of you share a look, the bond thrums steadily between the two of you.
“Now let me go take care of these fools before I return to have you ride me while I sit on my throne.” He winks at you before turning yet again.
Your grandmother looks at Shaiyana asleep on the couch of the hotel lobby, then you, then Bucky.
“She was possessed?” Your Grandma questions.
Your devil and you nod.
“She was taken to hell?”
The devil and his human nod again.
“You both verbalised not wanting the bond to break?”
You both nod yet again.
“I see. Well I’m not going to deal with the six month crap Demeter had imposed.” She stares at Bucky.
“She’s free to travel realms.” He answers, thumb stroking over your hand.
“Hmm, trust the one who loves horror to snag a devil.” She teases you, “Alright now head on home. I’ll get someone to help with her.” Your grandmother heads back to the banquet hall.
Bucky chuckles, lips pressing to your temple. You close your eyes, when you open them you’re back in the throne room.
“I have to reward you.” He says sitting down on his throne, the tendrils help your lehenga bunch around you as you straddle him, his length pressing to your core.
“That you do, my little devil. My King.” You nip at the skin of his neck, he growls hands gripping your hips.
“Doll.” He warns, moaning as you grind against him.
“Yes?” You continue tracing your lips over his flesh leaving your own little marks upon him.
“After what you achieved today, exposing those who stand against me? You’re going to make a fine Queen and your first order of business?” He lifts you up, clothes melting away from your bodies, slowly he guides you down on his hard length. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you moan against his lips.
“You are to scream your King’s name, my Queen.” He tugs on your bottom lip before kissing you deeply, as he pulls away, “Did you know ancient heirloom magick is one of the strongest forms?”
You feel so full, the tendrils tease your nipples, “Bucky–,”
“I sensed the magick in you the minute I saw you.” He raises you and has you slide down on him again, controlling your movements.
You meet his eyes, they have red rims around the darkening irises. Bucky smirks, as he brings you closer to him. Your clit grinding against his trail of hair. You moan, he grasps your chin.
“You and your magick are both to be mine.” He kisses you then as you feel yourself fall backward, landing on a soft mattress, Bucky’s hands move over your skin. From your hips over your sides one hand remains around your neck, the gold chain of his bracelet gleams.
“All of it was for the magick?” You rasp, he studies your features.
He thrusts into you, your walls quiver around him, “Always so fucking beautiful and tight, such a good girl for me.”
Your nails leave little indents into his biceps, “James, answer–Oh–,”
You moan as his tip brushes over the spot that sparks the pleasured waves to thrum through you.
“All of it,” He thrusts into you deeper, rutting against you, your legs wrapping around him tighter, “Was for you, Doll.”
AN: i never thought i'd get to writing a part 2 for this one shot but here we are, i'm quite proud of it and i hope you enjoyed reading!
Conversations With The Devil (Part 2) - Bucky Barnes
Summary: For the week 2 writing game by @the-slumberparty i chose to continue one of my first one shots submitted to a challenge, Conversations With The Devil (part one) can be read here. My opening line prompt was 'He was at a crossroads and whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life.'
Pairing: Soft!Dark!Devil! Bucky x Desi! Female!Reader
Word Count: 6.9k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, seances gone wrong, Oral F and M receiving, horror themes, smut, having sex with the devil?, a smidge of demon cock (nothing explicit just demon p grinding against human v), overstimulation, p in v, multiple orgasms, magic, sort of god complex, a little dark, whump, possession of a family member of the reader (not very horror-esque), protective bucky, horny bucky, devil bucky is a menace. please proceed with caution, you are responsible for your media consumption.
Masterlist || AO3
He was at a crossroads and whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life. Not that he ever cared for either kind of critters that littered the realms he roamed. Bucky was more so concerned with himself, always himself and his concerns.
Even months ago when he stumbled across those three little humans during the seance.
He stares at the gold gleaming around his wrist, it was surprising this piece of magick. Remaining uncut by the most demonic and angelic of swords. The fire of hell did not melt the gold. Incantations that would have worlds collapsing did not break the chains.
A curse or blessing upon the human’s family. He scoffs, at least they were no longer binding his neck and right hand. Only one remained around his left wrist keeping the two of them coterminous across realms. He licks his lips remembering her taste on his tongue. His cock hardens, then Bucky focuses his eyes back on the demons arguing in his court. He resists the urge to roll his eyes at their repetitive blabber.
Tear apart limbs this, possess little red haired ragdoll that; Bucky groans internally.
Then a wicked smile stretches across his face. He should check in on his own little Doll. She did just tempt him. It had been days since he teased her from his throne. The tendrils bellow softly beneath his throne, making their way to the portal he had hidden.
Closing his eyes, Bucky visualises her, hmm, a different outfit than he’d seen her wear before. The long skirt shifts delicately with each step.
His gaze takes you in, your brows furrow as you turn in the empty corridor trying to discern why the feeling of being watched creeps up your spine. His fists clenched as he stopped himself from allowing you to feel his touch.
You would have to wait.
You’re at yet another boring pre wedding dinner with the entire family. Distant cousins, uncles and aunts all gathered around. The loved by all elders and hated by all cousins, cousin Shaiyana, beams brightly as she shows off her man.
Only the women in the family can see the faint gold chains that extend from her own bracelet to the boy’s neck and hands. You bite the inside of your cheek.
No one knew yet of Bucky or the fact that the chains had reduced from three to one over the span of six months. His intermittent visits and the one instance where he–no, he wasn’t there because of you. He had to cage that demon. He wasn’t there for you.
Your mind still brings forth that night, from four months ago.
Four Months Earlier.
Martin shrugs you off yet again, saying this time the seance would be foolproof. Lesser candles and Misha’s confidence lured you into the plan yet again. So there you all sat, fingers on the planchette.
Dread filled every crevice of your chest. The hairs on your body rising as the temperature dropped enough for you to see Misha’s breathy exhale followed by Martin’s sniffle.
“Why does this happen to us?” Martin questions, the planchette moves to the letters.
The two of them stare at you with accusatory gazes as your name is spelled out.
“What–,” Your words are cut off as the three of you are yanked into corners of the room. You wheeze out as a pressure builds upon your chest, your hands placed down an invisible force holding you down.
Misha’s voice echoes with the prayer followed by three claps, you breathe hard as the pressure vanishes.
“What the fuck was that?” They ask you.
You shake your head, “I don’t know.”
Checking your hands, three long lines manifest across your forearm as though scrapped. No words or responses form. Wordlessly you help them fix their living room and leave for your own home.
The studio apartment greets you as you had left it. Every little common sound, reasonable thump has you on edge. Part of you wonders if Bucky would know what that was, if he would even appear again.
The last time you saw him was when he raised his head from between your shaking thighs and licked his fingers and lips. Then he left. You knew he was still bound when your bracelet gleamed with three chains that seemingly went nowhere. As it did every day since that night two months ago.
You stare at the bracelet yet again and sigh a part of you sought him out. Wanting to know more, wanting to talk to him, feel him pressed against you again. Shaking the thoughts away, you go through your routine before bed.
Soon enough your earlier dread returns just on the cusp of sleep. Before you can utter the little prayer to defend yourself, the weight on your chest returns, heavier than before and you can hear the low growl above you.
Your bracelet shifts closer to your palms, your folded fingers brush over the chains. Your mind brings forth his deepening azure eyes.
The presence yet again holds your hands down. It reminds you of sleep paralysis only occurring when you’ve had the most tiring of days.
“Please–,” You rasp, “Let m-me g-go, p-please–,” The pressure adds onto your throat the tears pooling now brim over.
You can feel one breath remaining, it's a long shot you know.
“Bucky.” You whisper into the room, only resulting in the pressure intensifying on your chest.
There is a snarl from the edge of your apartment, darkness shrouds a tall looming figure. Your eyes widen fighting the urge to close. Your struggles increase and the figure moves closer, the shadowy tendrils move across the space wrapping around above you, around nothing and they pull. As soon as they pull away you cough the ability to breathe freely returns.
The darkness now towers above your bed. You watch the invisible creature appear with crooked limbs and bottomless pits for eyes. It is pulled to the ground and a portal closes just as it is dragged under ground.
You look up at the darkness, it clears, a horned creature watches you, its face covered in cracks as though marble damaged. The colour of its skin is a mix of grey and the cracks seemingly gold.
Its eyes blazing red with a catlike shape, trained upon you as it levitates upside down, you watch the gargoyle-like wings not open to their full expanse given the space, its lower body still covered by the bellowing tendrils. The demon settles across you on your bed.
It saved you.
Tilting its head it observes you silently. Lips unmoving just watching you.
Your hands move to where the other demon’s scratches grave your forearm, its eyes follow the movement. It grabs your forearm and pushes up your sleeve. The demon’s face morphs into surprise you think.
Maybe it wondered why you were not screaming? Or reciting pages of a holy scripture at it.
Your brows furrow, its touch is familiar. The long fingers with dark nails begin to morph as they hold your hand, its eyes once again angry. In a practised sequence the horns and wings disappear, then the body, hands and face turn more human.
“Bucky?” Your surprise makes him look away from the scratches. His eyes still red, he blinks and you’re greeted by the familiar azure.
“I’ll make him pay.” He assures, before the tendrils wrap around him, his hands begin to disappear.
You panic again, “No!”
“What is it?” His voice sounds irritable.
“I,” you swallow before meeting his hard gaze, “I wanted to say thank you for answering my call…”
“Your call?” He snorts, you feel his hand better again, “I’ve been trying to find that demon, he’s fucking up all my plans. Made a mess in hell. You think I would answer a mortal’s call? Isn’t that what your almighty above is for?” He sneers, thumb tracing delicately over the scratches a stark contrast to his words.
You watch as they fade, “Oh, well, thank you for um, getting rid of it?” you change the words around. He rolls his eyes.
He stands creating distance between the two of you.
“Don’t do anymore seances.” He warns, his demonic form taking over yet again before he disappears.
As Bucky stands before the bound demon, he raises his hand and forms a fist. The demon cries out in pain as all three hooked fingers on each of its four hands are crushed.
“You do not touch what is mine. You do not scare what is mine.” Bucky speaks calmly but his threat is clear.
“I’m sorry, Sire. My King I didn’t know that stupid mortal was your plaything–,”
The click of Bucky’s tongue has the demon cower back, the circle engraved onto the ground would not let the creature escape.
“You do not insult what is mine.” Bucky inhales, then closes his eyes, smiling as the demon’s pained screams surround him.
Days later Bucky watches as you go about your day, he’s noticed how you look at your bracelet with a sense of longing. Each time you do, there is a soft tug on the chains on his end. He was surprised when the other demons and creatures could not see the chains. It appeared only you and him could see them.
He follows you around, when one of your co-workers gets a little too close and reaches for your shoulder his unheard to you growl has the man retract his hand. You tilt your head as the co-worker scurries away. Bucky looks down at himself in disgust, what kind of human emotions was he resorting to, jealousy? He glares at you now and claws at the stupid chain around his neck.
When you return home, you squeak in response to seeing him lounging on your bed, legs crossed and arms behind his head. A pleasant yet devilish smile on his features. If he was stuck with you might as well have some fun.
“What are you doing here? Another demon escaped? Is Cerberus not guarding properly?” You set your bags down on the table.
He chuckles, “It's cute you think I have a pet dog.”
“What are you then? A cat person–creature?” You correct yourself, trying not to laugh at his exasperated look.
Blue eyes narrow and then rake over you, he did like the outfit. Your leggings tempt him to tear them away. One of his tendrils wraps around your ankle caressing it. You look down at it.
“Bucky, why are you here?”
The tendril moves higher, wrapping around your thigh.
“You didn’t thank me properly the other night.” He reprimands you, more tendrils superimpose the earlier one, you’re lifted off the floor and brought to him.
“I said thank you.” You tug at the hold on your hands.
“Hmm, I’d prefer if you thank me by getting on your knees.”
“I’m not–,”
“You know I can feel you because of these?” The chains appear then, then fade away, “Every little emotion that overtakes you,” He levitates to meet you above your bed, “Your joy, sadness, pain,” his eyes move to your bare forearm, “Even your arousal.”
Your chest tightens and your clit pulses at his words. He licks his bottom lip, teeth sinking into the pink flesh. Teasing you.
“Just as right this moment, she misses me doesn’t she?” Bucky chuckles as he feels your arousal permeate through his own body. He cups your mound, warmth seeping through your clothes, the tendrils make you grind against his palm.
You whimper, trying to close your legs.
“Admit it.” He urges, the tendrils tear apart your top, your bra tattered too, his tongue swirls against your nipple and you feel it circle your clit too, you cry out.
“Admit it, Doll.” He moves to the other, hardening it into a peak as well.
He rises above you, tendrils supporting you, your hands behind your back making you assume a kneeling position. You’re face to face with his cock, leaking precum. Your body thrums in remembrance.
“Admit it and you can have anything you want.” He cups your cheek, pushing away the stray locks.
“Want you.” You lean into his touch.
“Open your mouth, Doll.”
Your lips part, Bucky traces your bottom lip with his tip then sinks into your mouth inch by inch. You moan around him, his hand grips your head.
“Breathe, Doll. Taking me so well. So pretty with your mouth full.”
“You better keep that jaw slack, Doll. Gonna fuck your pretty face and then I’ll fill you up.” He promises, “Now,” He grunts as he thrusts and guides your mouth over his thick and veiny cock, “Remind me once we’re done to ask you about the little thought you had about my demon form.”
Your eyes widen, your body betrays you gathering more arousal over your folds. Bucky laughs. He guides your head over his cock, “Fucking velvet, so good. Fuck.”
He pulls out completely, “Oh, I’ll fuck you in my demon form too.” For a moment he morphs into his demon form, his cock thicker that your thumb and fingers wouldn’t meet wrapped around his cock.
You swallow at the size of him, “It won’t, it won’t, um, fit.” Your voice a rasp, his thumb traces your bottom lip.
“It will fit, you were made for me weren’t you?” He questions, ignoring as the chains glow.
You nod, the two of you are turned, he slides his cock over your folds, the more prominent veins rub over your clit and folds you jolt under him. He morphs into his human form, repeating the movement, drawing out the same response.
“Oh I’ve missed this pretty pussy wrapped all around me.” He taps your clit with his cock, making you shudder.
Your hands grip his arms, Bucky sinks into your waiting pussy, both of you moan in unison. Your walls pulse around him. The chain from around his neck fades away as he begins to thrust into you.
One leg around his waist the other thrown over his shoulder he sinks deeper, you cry out as each thrust is against your gspot, he builds your orgasm, his mouth around your nipple and one tendril tweaks the other. You feel his tongue flick your clit as well, all in tandem with his thrusts.
Your lips part in a plea of his name as pleasure floods your senses and you arch off of your bed, against Bucky. Your nails rake down his chest, marking him. He hisses.
Your walls spasm around him, coating him in your cum. He smirks as you thrash in his hold, he doesn’t allow you respite, repeating the same movements sending you barrelling into your second orgasm. Tears brim over your eyes, down your cheek to your neck.
Bucky lets go of your nipple, licking your sweet sweat-slicked skin and moaning at the taste of your pleasured tears.
“So good, Bucky–,” Your words cut off by a cry as you’re turned, now on top of him, his cock buried deeper, your arms reaching for his shoulders. Bucky watches as you meet his eyes with glazed over eyes, he cups your cheek. Leaning in he kisses you, bruising the tendrils and his grip on your hips guide you over him.
The tendrils tug and pull at your nipples, “One more sweet Doll, so fucking pretty, such a good girl aren’t you?”
You nod through the pleasured haze, “Your-yours,” You sob as his thrust is deep. Pleasure blooms like hellfire from your toes to your head.
“Mine, all mine.” He growls nipping at your flesh.
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky–,” Your third orgasm shatters through you, “Fill me up!” You cry out.
Bucky gives a few more hard thrusts before he moans your name, his cum coats your walls, you slump against his broad chest, sniffling as the aftershocks run through you.
“You’re still milking me, Doll.” He groans as your pussy clamps around him, keeping him inside you. Taking all of his seed.
You only hum in response, your head nuzzled into his chest. Taking in his scent your hands tracing over him lazily admiring him.
“You’re pretty, both forms.” You whisper, he laughs.
“I belive I’ve fucked you stupid.” He declares making you frown. Pulling away to look at him.
The urge to quell your sadness overtakes him,
“Doll.” He warns. This, what the fuck was all this emotion?
“I said you’re pretty.” Your index finger presses to his chest.
“Find a better word than pretty.” He bargains.
“Can’t think too much cum.” You shrug, if he could act coy so could you.
“Is that right?” He raises a brow, “Too bad, I wanted to go a few more times.”
“Hmm, I do have to thank you properly.” You agree with him, “So are you a demon or a devil?” You ask, holding onto him as you’re turned again laying on your back.
“Pillowtalk? Buy a devil dinner first.” A tendril tugs on your nipple and you swat it lightly.
“A few minutes more.” You pet it, Bucky blinks at your actions.
“What? I don’t have any pets of my own.” You shrug the tendril wraps around your wrist, you smile.
Bucky shakes his head, after round two, he’d leave. Create distance again.
He could not have your emotions meddle into him.
He is ruthless, calculative.
He is cunning.
He takes what he wants; he cares for no one but himself.
A king of Hell.
When you fall asleep, he gently moves away from you.
The tendril you petted pulls the blanket on you better. Bucky stares at it, hands on his hips.
“What part about no attachments isn’t understood?” He whispers. The tendril turns towards you then back at Bucky. “We are not involving ourselves with a human.” He warns the tendril.
The tendril points to your bracelet. As if to say we’re already involved.
“Just, open the damn portal.” Bucky huffs, as he descends into his realm, he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest and the way your hand sleepily seeks him out, you shifting closer to his residual warmth.
Present.
Warmth floods you at the memories.
It had been three weeks since his last appearance. Your legs begin parting under the table, the familiar tendril stokes your inner thighs and the remaining drag your lehenga upwards.
You shut your thighs, pushing the fabric down.
That blue and red eyed menace.
“Still three chains?” Your grandmother tuts, your eyes snap to her.
“I, it’s just been five months—,” Shaiyana stutters, her blonde highlights flailing around her, “It takes time…”
‘Hmm, we’re down to one chain, Doll.’ Bucky’s deep baritone whispers against your earlobe; you feel his teeth graze your flesh. You shudder; he isn't actually here.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, this is one of his horny tricks.
“Stop it.” You whisper, his lips ghost over your neck.
‘I quite like the neckline of this outfit, your chest looks fantastic and this skirt, hmm, could bend you over and just—,’
“Bucky.” You chastise, reaching for your bracelet, the thin gold chain appears and you yank it.
Bucky’s arm tugs him sideward on his throne. He grasps his end of the shared chain and yanks it as well.
His court of demons stare at him. Silence takes over the court.
“What are all of you looking at? What's next I don’t have all the time in the underworld.” He roars at them.
They look at him and then scutter about before resuming the arguments.
As a result you knock into the waiter putting the entrées onto your cousin brother’s plate, “I’m so sorry!”
“I’m not.” Your cousin beams as more food is dropped onto his plate, “These are my fave chicken tikkas.”
‘Where is my apology Doll?’ Bucky asks, you swat at the tendril on your knee.
“Y/N?” Your aunt looks at you with a raised brow.
“Oh just a fly.” You swat the other tendril you feel. You glare at the tendrils, they know you mean no harm.
‘You’re being a brat.’
“You were supposed to be here, we had a deal.” You remind him, trying not to let the disappointment get the best of you.
‘First explain about the chains. Also, I’m busy ruling.’
“You need to be here to ask grandma about it. And stop trying to demon mode sex if you’re so busy ruling a part of hell.” You grit out in a whisper.
“Who needs to ask grandma what?” Your grandma eyes you from where she stands coming to greet everyone at the table.
“Um just about the ch-,” Bucky’s ring circles your clit, “ah-chains.” You grip the seat of your chair cheeks heating. Oh this little devil of yours is going to pay.
‘It's cute how you think you can get revenge on me. You're getting tied up today, Doll.’ Bucky warns, all traces of him disappearing.
“Well?” Your grandmother asks yet again.
“Why do the chains—,”
“Grandma, if you could just see how good we are together.” The apple of everyone’s eye pleads cutting you off.
Your cousin brother mimics her whining, the cousins at your table suppress a laugh but giggles escape.
Your aunt shushes everyone.
“The chains are important dear. They tell everything.” She pats her head and then turns her eyes to the empty seat next to you. You wince. Her questioning came from her astute intuition.
“He’s preoccupied.” You answer, “Meetings, on his way though.”
She eyes you warily but moves on from your table.
You slump in your seat. You meet the gaze of your parents and they are disappointed. For an open minded desi family they are disappointed in the lack of presence of your love life compared to your cousins.
What would you tell them?
A devil creeps into your bed every few weeks?
That you wish he would stay?
That you googled how Persephone went to Hades just to know if it's viable for you to move there to hell?
You’ve laughed to the point of tears over this situation. You could only hope the lesser number of chains meant he would be freed.
Your theories of the chains fading because of sex was disproved earlier, the second only faded when he had appeared at the club your friends had dragged you to, where you got sick, the nausea from those weird mocktails and greasy food hadn’t agreed with your system.
All you remember from that night was Bucky carrying, well flying you home after your friends had disappeared with their various hook ups. You had woken up to him scowling at you all while thrusting tylenol, water and then your favourite food in your hands.
You didn’t think a devil would or could lecture you about parties, but there he was, eyes flickering between red and blue. Voice switching between demonic and human. The tendril you had befriended first had wrapped itself around your wrist offering comfort and Bucky glared at it.
“You cannot possibly think she isn’t to be told off.” He stares at the tendril.
It raises its body then lowers it like a shrug.
“Oh, alright, hm what if she got hurt?” He pauses then, masking his worry with ire.
“I didn’t mean to make you worry.” You look up at him, doe eyed. He inhales then exhales. The worrisome thought crosses his mind yet again. You feel his worry in your chest.
“I was not worried.” Bucky yells, voice fully demonic, you look away from him. His gaze softens.
He cups both your cheeks, “You need to be careful. We don’t know what these chains mean, I try to keep myself out of trouble too. You need to do the same, Doll.” It was the first time he used your nickname without a sexual context.
You both had watched then how the chain undid itself from around his right wrist.
Something in Bucky’s chest cracks, he swiftly ignores it. The little pang of worry that he may lose you sooner rather than later.
The hall doors swing open murmurs break out in their presence. You’re pulled out of your thoughts. You watch as Bucky walks in, crossing the threshold that held sacred verses over it with ease. Your jaw drops at his navy traditional sherwani attire. There are intricate velvet patterns on it that give it a raised emboss look. He dressed like that one Indian Film actor did in that one movie that you can no longer recall. All other images gone from your brain apart from this one.
The women of the family all turn to look at you. The chain speaking for Bucky and you before you could. Your grandmother takes your name as she eyes Bucky. He smiles at her. You stand walking to meet him halfway.
“I apologise for the delay, Grandma.” He takes her hand kissing the back of it. Her eyes narrow between the two of you.
“One chain?” She questions.
“We wanted to ask you about that–,”
“After the festivities. Enjoy the dinner, James.” She cuts you off then moves to her original table.
He raises a brow but only gives her a half smile. Bucky turns to you.
“You like?” He winks, admiring the way your cheeks heat.
“I-, you came?” You ask, Bucky hides his own mirth at the happiness blooming in your heart replacing the earlier loneliness he could feel.
Bucky wants to say something else, you feel his hesitation, “We had a deal.” He runs his hand through his hair, his ring gleaming in the light.
“Let's meet your parents.” He suggests taking your hand and leading you to their table.
The lies flow easily from Bucky’s mouth.
Who is he?
How the two of you met?
What does he do with his free time?
He even has pictures of his white fluffy cat on his phone– Alpine. You raise a brow.
“Cats are nice, misunderstood but nice.” He whispers, his lips brush over your earlobe, “You better not forget what your punishment is,” One arm moves to rest across your chair, his other rests on your thigh. The tendrils begin to work their way up again.
Bucky’s face is inches from yours, you look up at him. He smiles at you.
“Smile.” He says, you blink, “Smile, Doll.” The tendrils tickle your side, you giggle and the flash occurs. Bucky’s smile widens, taking over his face at the sound of your laugh.
Your younger cousin hands you the polaroid, it's still developing as you lean closer to him.
Your breath ghosts over his neck, “My little devil,” you giggle yet again as you feel his irritation,
“I’ll show you what’s little–,” He takes a sharp breath when you tug his earlobe and kiss the spot on his neck you had discovered the third time he slept with you.
“As I was asking, will you be in the picture?”
He sighs exasperated, your questions about all of this ranged from actually fun to answer to can he shut you up in creative ways using his mouth, fingers or cock?
“I’m not a vampire.” He shakes his head, the arm resting across your back softly traces over your arm.
“Hmm, cranky like a hungry one.” You tease.
“Well I haven’t eaten my favourite meal in days. I could eat and no one would know, well if you keep quiet, Doll.” His eyes switch colours, darkened with red rims.
Your brows furrow as you spot a bead of sweat. Before you can stop yourself you wipe it from his temple.
“This sherwani is warmer than I anticipated.” He brushes it off, the waiters place food on Bucky’s plate as well. You don’t look away from him.
“Is it the scriptures?” You ask, he chews the kebab then nods, eyes shifting to the books kept.
“You all prayed before this, correct?”
“I’m sorry, Bucky I didn’t realise it would be more than what is comfortable, do you want to go outside?” Your hand is placed on his chest.
He licks his lips, “Let me eat my dessert, it's a sin.”
“Are you sure it will help?” Were you actually considering this?
“Hey man, it's so nice of you to come down, she was getting all lonely staring at her phone.” Your cousin interrupts the conversation.
“Ah yes I was texting her minute by minute.” Bucky nods, you want to laugh.
You didn’t even have his number.
“So what do you do?” Bucky questions your cousin. Your mind blanks momentarily as you feel Bucky’s lips ghost along your inner thigh.
Your cousin replies but you hear nothing, you feel Bucky’s tongue delve through your folds. You grip his hand resting on your thigh.
‘Not a sound, Doll.’ He warns, ‘So fucking sweet. All for me.’
His moan reverberates against your core, you bite your lip as you feel his fingers delve into you. Thick digits curving deliciously. You reach for the glass of water, your fingers clamp around it as you feel yourself stretch around his ring.
‘Could stay between your legs for aeons, Doll.’
You feel him suck on your clit and you whimper, Bucky next to you presses his lips to your temple. Grounding you.
‘You love it when I get like this, taking you apart then putting you back together.’
His movements gain pace, sweet oblivion within reach and he stops. Your lehenga righted and he kissed your temple again.
“Seems like we aren’t the only sinners here.” He murmurs. You look at Shaiyana and her partner. The chains are down to two from three. Her hair dishevelled.
You glare at Bucky.
“Oh, no this is part of the punishment.” He grins.
“Bucky.” You all but whine.
“Needy little Doll aren’t you?” He whispers, “For each orgasm I deny I’m going to reward you.”
Around you both dinner continues, Bucky teases you relentlessly during the entire time. Thoroughly enjoying the way you squirm for him. Turning into his needy little mess. His greedy little, Doll.
The fifth time he edges you. You can’t take it, you know distance doesn’t matter he can always use his powers on you. You still excuse yourself from the table, heading to the washrooms. Your cheeks warm, flushed because of Bucky. You fix your dupatta’s draping in the mirror.
“You have got some nerve.” Shaiyana observes exiting the stall.
You raise a brow.
“Oh come on your boyfriend suddenly appears just as I debut mine and one chain? How many times has he fucked you?” She turns to face you.
“They don’t disappear just because of sex…” you trail off.
“Oh please, Grandma’s rules clearly state about bonds and binds. How they forge forever and how they break.” She scoffs, flipping her hair back.
“Shaiyana, how does the bond break?” You swallow, wondering if it is what you wanted, to lose Bucky.
She looks back in the mirror meeting your gaze through it, “Finally you’re away from, Sire.”
Her eyes turn fully black, no whites nor her dark brown irises visible. You take a step back.
“You have him distracted. We don’t like distractions. The only thing good about you? Your mortality.” Her voice haunts you, gooseflesh raising across your skin.
“He won’t appreciate you hurting me.” You warn, moving towards the bathroom door. You try not to let fear consume you.
You try to reach out to Bucky through the bond. You feel nothing.
Shaiyana cackles, “Aw, he isn’t your knight in shining armour.” She steps closer towards you. Her voice is akin to chalk screeching against a board.
You look at the bracelet, the chain does not manifest. You look back at your cousin just as her hand comes in contact with your cheekbone. The force of it pushing you against the granite counter, you groan as the corner hurts you.
Bucky’s brows furrow, you aren’t back yet. The side of the bond that allowed him to reach you was subdued. He walks up to your Grandma, she turns sensing him.
“I see your curiosity cannot wait.” She smiles standing up, he offers her his hand. She grasps it, leading her towards the balcony. His gaze everywhere trying to find you.
The tendrils move along the edges of the room, taking over the venue to find you.
“How did you know my name?” He questions her, there is a thrum around her, iridescent old magick exuding from her aura.
“I know quite a bit about the demons and Kings of Hell, boy. What I should be asking is what made you choose a mortal?” She raises a brow at him.
“I didn’t know about the curse until the binds—,”
“You know what I mean.” She gives him a knowing look, “You do know before the binding you were asked if you will explore this with her.”
Bucky looks out onto the city lights. He remembers the ancient words, he remembers his affirmative reply. He wanted you. Then reality seeped in. Bound to a mortal? Bonds that work across realms? Forcing himself to not seek you out for two months.
He looks back at her, “She was not supposed to become more.”
“And now? You want to break it?” Your grandmother watches him.
“What do the chains mean?” He questions.
Unease trickles across him as the tendrils return with no news. He looks at her. She senses his emotions.
“I have to find her.” Bucky returns to the hall then out into the hall.
He frowns, there was a corridor to the bathroom here why can’t he see it?
“You’re going to break the spell you have on our Master.” Shaiyana’s nails dig into your cheeks. The water overflowing from the taps, the cold seeps into your back. She was slamming your hand into the floor trying to get the bracelet to break.
There was something possessing her. You had to do something.
“I didn’t!” You cry out in pain that breaks across your knuckle. Moving up your palm.
“He keeps visiting this realm. He tortured demons over you. His own kind.” Shaiyana snarls and you feel the sting of a slap.
“He wants the bond gone.” She tells you. Your tear stained eyes meet her obsidian ones.
“How to break it?” You ask, “Did he send you?”
She smiles, “He did, oh you fell in love? You fell for the King? You, a mere mortal? Be worthy of him?” She laughs.
In her distraction you begin to pray, she takes her hands away as if burned by your skin. You push yourself away, slipping as you make your way to the door. Shit, shit, shit.
Shaiyana stands again, you pray again, slamming your hands against the door hoping someone would hear you. “Bucky!”
“Stop calling his name!” She warns moving closer to you.
Bucky hears a thump, he turns to the seemingly placed wall. He places his palm on it. It scalds his flesh. His eyes turn red. A seal placed upon the door. He presses both palms to the wall.
It begins to give way, he hears your pained cry of his name.
“Doll!” He calls out.
“Bucky!”
The tendrils slither through the cracks, the seal was drawn outside the door. As the tendrils latch onto it, “Get away from the door!” He yells. You step back, pausing the prayer. Shaiyana yanks you back by your hair.
The door burns as Bucky steps through it. The flames disappear, behind him the cream coloured door now blackened. He stands there anger coursing through his veins. The image of him right now exudes power.
You whimper as Shaiyana smiles up at him, her nails digging into your scalp, “I did as you said, Sire. The way to break the bond? Break the bracelet or kill her.” She adds.
“When did I place such a command? Are you trying to overthrow me?” He raises a brow, “Release her.”
“Bucky break it–,”
“No.” He cuts you off.
“I fear it is worse than we thought. He cares for her.” She taps her foot thrice.
A portal opens beneath the three of you. Bucky sends the tendrils forth to break your fall. He switches to his demon form. The tendrils pull you to him. Tucking you to his side. He snarls at the demons gathered around. Shaiyana lays on the ground, unconscious.
“You have to make a choice, Sire. A bewitching mortal or your duty as King.” The demon that was possessing her procures a blade. Your eyes widen.
Your hand grips his forearm, he looks down at you, “They would kill you?”
“They wouldn’t dare.” He looks back at the demons.
“Bucky, let me break it.” You plead.
“Why? Do you not want–,”
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I won’t.”
The glimmer of the blade shines through the fires burning, you do the most mortal thing Bucky expects. Covering his form with yours, “Are you insane?! I need you alive!” He yells.
The blade is stopped by his hand. It burns his flesh.
“What is this sacrificial human bullshit? You do not die for love! Be selfish! Stay alive damn it.” He yells, throwing the blade back at the demon. His wings expand, covering the two of you and Shaiyana from the blades and hexes that are sent your way.
“But–,”
“No. I don’t want the bond to break. Do you know I was asked before the binding. If I wanted this? I agreed.”
“Then why were you gone?” You demand, the tendrils begin to branch out.
He raises the cracks in the ground. The demons around you stop their attack. All pausing because of the sigils made into the ground.
“I wanted you, Doll. Do you see this? The insubordination?” He glares at all the demons, he turns back to his human form.
“I kept a watch on you. I wanted to know what the chains meant. I dived into research but this is heirloom magick passed down between generations. Not kept in any scripture.” He explains, you blink several times.
“Wait, you said love?” You ask him, he stares at you.
“Just, just sit here and do not look at or touch anything.” He makes you sit on his throne before stepping away.
“Bucky?”
He turns back to look at you.
“I don’t want the bond to break too.” Your words make him smile, the familiar tendril wraps around your wrist.
The gold chain around his left wrist disappears, in its place a gold chain bracelet remains.
The two of you share a look, the bond thrums steadily between the two of you.
“Now let me go take care of these fools before I return to have you ride me while I sit on my throne.” He winks at you before turning yet again.
Your grandmother looks at Shaiyana asleep on the couch of the hotel lobby, then you, then Bucky.
“She was possessed?” Your Grandma questions.
Your devil and you nod.
“She was taken to hell?”
The devil and his human nod again.
“You both verbalised not wanting the bond to break?”
You both nod yet again.
“I see. Well I’m not going to deal with the six month crap Demeter had imposed.” She stares at Bucky.
“She’s free to travel realms.” He answers, thumb stroking over your hand.
“Hmm, trust the one who loves horror to snag a devil.” She teases you, “Alright now head on home. I’ll get someone to help with her.” Your grandmother heads back to the banquet hall.
Bucky chuckles, lips pressing to your temple. You close your eyes, when you open them you’re back in the throne room.
“I have to reward you.” He says sitting down on his throne, the tendrils help your lehenga bunch around you as you straddle him, his length pressing to your core.
“That you do, my little devil. My King.” You nip at the skin of his neck, he growls hands gripping your hips.
“Doll.” He warns, moaning as you grind against him.
“Yes?” You continue tracing your lips over his flesh leaving your own little marks upon him.
“After what you achieved today, exposing those who stand against me? You’re going to make a fine Queen and your first order of business?” He lifts you up, clothes melting away from your bodies, slowly he guides you down on his hard length. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you moan against his lips.
“You are to scream your King’s name, my Queen.” He tugs on your bottom lip before kissing you deeply, as he pulls away, “Did you know ancient heirloom magick is one of the strongest forms?”
You feel so full, the tendrils tease your nipples, “Bucky–,”
“I sensed the magick in you the minute I saw you.” He raises you and has you slide down on him again, controlling your movements.
You meet his eyes, they have red rims around the darkening irises. Bucky smirks, as he brings you closer to him. Your clit grinding against his trail of hair. You moan, he grasps your chin.
“You and your magick are both to be mine.” He kisses you then as you feel yourself fall backward, landing on a soft mattress, Bucky’s hands move over your skin. From your hips over your sides one hand remains around your neck, the gold chain of his bracelet gleams.
“All of it was for the magick?” You rasp, he studies your features.
He thrusts into you, your walls quiver around him, “Always so fucking beautiful and tight, such a good girl for me.”
Your nails leave little indents into his biceps, “James, answer–Oh–,”
You moan as his tip brushes over the spot that sparks the pleasured waves to thrum through you.
“All of it,” He thrusts into you deeper, rutting against you, your legs wrapping around him tighter, “Was for you, Doll.”
AN: i never thought i'd get to writing a part 2 for this one shot but here we are, i'm quite proud of it and i hope you enjoyed reading!
Hello there, i’m fudge and this is my masterlist, my work is a mix of 18+ themes and SFW themes so please read the warnings before each work. Thank you for choosing to read my work I hope you enjoy!
