Call My Name, I'm Yours To Tame | Beast!Bucky x Beauty!Reader | Oneshot - 5k
You wake up in a strange castle surrounded by stranger people. But there's something familiar about the glint in his eyes, something reassuring in his touch, something from your dreams, and you need more.
Warnings: 18+ unhinged stream of consciousness Beauty and the Beast retelling, talk of blood, injuries, hurt/comfort (if by comfort you mean fucking), Beast doing beasty stuff, magical people, kissing, possessive behaviour, monsterkissing - cuddling - fucking, oral (f receiving), choking, size kink (reader's size is never mentioned but he's a Beast so…), hyperspermia maybe if you squint.
HBS Week 12 August 17th - August 23rd | “You can’t be real.” | [Fantasy Character | Monsterfucking | Dreaming/Daydreaming] @buckybarnesevents
@fairytalebingo cursed as a beast & a dream is a wish your heart makes
Masterlist | Hot Bucky Summer | Fairytale Bingo | Bucky Barnes
You woke from your sleep to the rumble of a growl, your head and heart pounding so hard that your vision blurred, spots appearing in front of your eyes.
The sun cut across dark parquet flooring, lighting up the stained glass of an enormous window and sending flashes of red and blue across the walls.
The growl sounded again, closer this time, accompanied by the panicked chattering of a…flame? A candle? It was hard to tell as the sunlight met the artificial light, the brightness hurting your eyes until you were squinting into the otherwise dark hallway.
"It only just happened, I didn't see -"
The woman blazed yellow, low flames flickering up her arms and pluming from the crown of her head.
The other voice, the growl, followed.
"I shouldn't be anywhere near here right now, for god's sake why do you think it should be me who —"
"You know why, she'd want you." The candelabra turned and you watched as the flame dance from her blonde hair to the small of her back. "Don't pretend like you don't want to see her too."
"Fine."
The shadows moved in the darkness next to the ornate staircase, the candle moved closer, illuminating the man as he appeared to grow taller by the second, standing at his full height and towering over his friend.
His hair tumbles down his back in long brunet waves, tied back with a dark navy velvet ribbon, but it continues into his long beard as well. Between the surpringly soft looking facial hair, two long teeth protrude from his mouth and horns from his temple. Both catching the light cast by his friends flames. Though he is dressed smartly, his hands are equally furred, his arms disappearing beneath his long coat and white ruffled shirt, where his chest peaks out between the undone laces at his neck.
He is hardly like any man you've een before, more a beast than a person,and yet his eyes hold something you recognise. A strike of blue ice full of longing, disguised beneath his obviously gruff exterior.
"You're awake." He bends down, scooping you up in his paw and holding you close as he examines your face and hairline. You barely reach his shoulder and his whole hand seems to cover the back of your head, but he's gentle nonetheless.
"I was asleep?" Your mind is swirling, nothing seems quite right except his warm body pressed against yours.
"You were hurt, let me…" an even warmer hand with fiery fingers reaches for you but —
"Leave her, Yelena, I'll tend to her."
The beast lifts you easily, one arm beneath your shoulders and the other under your knees giving you no space to argue that, apart from having no idea where you are, you mostly feel fine.
"The blood…"
Her voice fades and you have some recollection of their being blood on your fingers, on odd black gloves with no tips, and now there's blood on your white lace gloves, on your bare arms, on the buttermilk silk of your dress.
"Don't listen to Yelena, she worries." The Beast says, still gruff, and you allow your eyes to close against the comfort of his chest, tangling your fingers in the lengths of silver chain that hang there.
You know that name. You know Yelena, but who are you?
"Yelena told me she'd moved."
"She's fine, Ava. Leave us."
Ava, Ava, Ava, Ava, you knew an Ava. You turn blurry eyes towards the woman, who flickers in and out of your vision every second, tick-tock, moving slowly sideways, forwards, backwards, with each moment. She reaches a hand out, her entire arm moving rhythmically too, but the Beast snatches you away like a doll, curling a hand over your face and pressing you into his chest.
It's nice, tucked against his chest, he smells good, not just the delicate scent of his shirt, but his furred chest too, something raw and musky that has you clenching your hands further and burying your nose closer to his skin.
The Beast seems pleased with your actions, squeezing your leg in response and marching smartly down the corridor away from the vast entrance hall.
He stops outside of a set of double doors, pushing them with his foot so that they swing open dramatically, revealing a long dining room complete with polished wood table and a seemingly infinite amount of chairs. At the far end, the table has been set for two, one place at the head, the other at its side, in front of a roaring fire that makes the room feel stifling.
It's so hot you pull at the bodice of your gown, the pretty laces suddenly restrictive, the dress skirts stuck to your legs so tight it's like you can't even wiggle your toes.
"Oh, hi, I managed to find some clean cups and — oh my god what happened to you!" The man placed a large mug of coffee on the place mat and ran to your side as the Beast set you on your feet. He tucked his purple sweater over his hand and wiped at your forehead.
Blood again.
You turned to look at the Beast's shirt, but it was still pristine, falling open in the artful way shirts did on the front covers of the well read paper backs you hid in the back of your wardrobe.
Your wardrobe.
It didn't look like this place with it's swooping curtains and vaulted ceilings, there was no hardwood flooring or intricate woodwork. Just clean white lines, neat edges, no personality save for that box of belongings, half falling apart.
"Fucking hell, Bob, you've confused her now." The Beast groaned, swiping a large hand down his face and mussing up the once neat ponytail of his hair.
"Sorry, didn't mean it, but man we should really get her seen to, this looks bad."
"Can I have that coffee?" Your voice is weaker than you'd like and your hand shakes as you hold it out, the white lace of your gloves now a deep scarlet red.
"Sure, sure, you have to drink something." Bob helped you sit down and held the mug as you sipped, but the coffee was scalding and you pushed it away, sending the mug scattering across the floor in a thousand shards. "Don't worry, I'll get that."
Bob crouched down and started picking up the shards, each one seemed to get smaller and smaller in his hands, vanishing away while he moved across the room slowly, gathering the infinite pieces of the mug.
His movements, the light, the shards, suddenly you were clutching at the arms of your chair and breathing heavily, your vision blurry and there was definitely something trickling down from your brow. Your eyes foolishly looked up and you slipped forward in your seat.
"Whoa, whoa," the beast was knelt before you, large hands cupping your cheeks and then you found his eyes, "can't have you sprawled on the floor again. Sit properly. Sit up." He pushed you back into the chair and your head lolled a little, but your vision was better looking at him.
Concern was written across his stern features, a familiar line between his eyes. He stayed like that, eyes locked with yours, until your breathing slowed and all you could think about was the weight of his presence before you.
"I'm fine… I'm fine." You whispered, trying to stop your speech slurring. You were fine, it felt better with the Beast here. His hands made you feel steady, his eyes gave yours something to focus on.
"Do you want anything to eat? Bob can get something for you?" You looked down the endless room where Bob was still somehow picking up shards of smashed cup, in the partially open doorway Yelena lit up Ava's flickering concerned face.
"I don't think so, I can always …" your eyes caught on the table, full of your favourite foods in artful piles, drinks lined up, icy or steaming in turns.
You shook your head, was that ringing in your ears? Or in the hallway?
"Who's that?!" The Beast rose to his feet, towering over you.
The room was empty, the sound of Bob, Ava and Yelena hurrying away echoed only faintly compared to the scratch of the Beast's movements, his long strides covering the once endless room in mere seconds.
He wrenched the door open to find two men dressed in red, both tall and broadly built. The younger wearing large gold belt that caught the firelight and a military beret perched on top of his dirty blonde hair. He strode past the Beast, brushing his shoulder, "let me take her, we need to get her somewhere safe."
You protested as he tried to lift you, "I can stand, leave me alone."
"You heard her," the Beast roared, "leave her." He yanked at the man's shoulder, but was easily shrugged off.
"I don't want to fight with you, but she needs a proper medical assessment, look at her."
You peered down at your reflection in one of the serving salvers, you looked mostly okay. Turning your head you reared back in shock, blood had begun pouring down your face, something dark blossoming around your cheekbone and your shoulder hurt terribly. Lace fingers touched the ache and came away bloody.
"What's happening to me?" You trembled.
"Walker, you frighten her, let me speak to the little one." The other man stepped forward, he was older, but no less loud than his friend, crouching down to look you in the eye. "There was an attack."
"On the castle?" You took a deep inhale, worrying about the other people you'd seen here, were they okay. "But I was just drinking my coffee."
Walker sighed, "before now, before whatever you think is happening, we have to get you outta here. So, no more daydreaming, let's go. Alexei, maybe he'll let you carry her."
Alexei stood and bent to scoop you up but got no further than touching your shoulder before the Beast was tossing him across the room.
"You don't touch her, no one touches her, get out!"
His demand echoed around the room and while it should've sent fear rushing down your spine, there was something comforting in his possessiveness. You never felt sick or dizzy when it was just the two of you. You couldn't see the blood in the reflection of his eyes. Just yourself. And him too.
"I'm not leaving her here, she'll die. Stop being —" the Beast swung again, knocking Walker across the room to where Alexei was getting back to his feet. The noise brought the other's back. Yelena's light showing Bob and Ava hiding behind the carved wooden doors.
Now there was more blood, spilling from Walker's nose. "That is enough!" Alexei shouted back, squaring up the Beast again. "We do not hit each other when there is something greater out there we need to stop."
There was a rumbling again and the Beast didn't hesitate, lifting you into his arms. It was safe here, with the scent of petrichor and whisky and him so close to you. The blood didn't drip, your mind stayed still enough for you to take in the way his jaw clenched beneath the long tufts of hair on his cheeks.
He ran, barging past Alexei and Walker, slamming the door off it's hinges and heading for the stairs again, as he ascended they got higher and higher, narrowing with each turn until the wood panelling gave way to stone.
"We'll be safe here." The Beast set you down on a large bed, the carved bedposts covered in long deep scratches and the bedsheets tangled in a mess of velvet, brocade and cotton.
"Where are we?"
The narrow windows looked out over a desolate forest, bare trees and quarries, the tumbling of the castle as it fell into the woodland below.
"The tower, we're safe here, you're safe here." He insisted, giving you enough space to look around the room, yet you could still feel him at your back, ready to pounce should he need to protect you.
"What happened to me?"
"Don't worry about that now," he stopped behind you, your back to his chest, and you felt the solid weight of him as he breathed in and out, "I'm here, they can't touch you now." His voice dropped into that same low growl he'd given before.
"Can you though?" You bit your lip at your boldness, but ever since he'd set you down you'd been dying to get back into his arms.
"You want me to touch you?" He moved, dipping his head down to whisper in your ear, his hands, like paws, hovered over your arms.
"Yes. I want you to hold me." You whispered back, trying to step back into his space. But he held your shoulders, keeping you still.
"You don't know what you're asking for, you've seen what I look like…how I am with others. I could've hurt Alexei, I —"
"You'd never hurt me."
"You don't know that. You don't even really know me, you're too delicate —" he leant in again, his nose pressed to the side of your neck, his lips brushing your skin, "a flower, a rose." He kept his hands on your shoulders, but he moved imperceptibly closer to you.
"Roses have their thorns too."
He chuckled.
"So they do, and do you have thorns?" His low purr sent a thrill down your spine and you turned in his grasp, grabbing at his face and pulling him down to kiss you. But he was strong, stopping with his lips hovering above yours, "you don't know what you're doing, little flower, how easily you could be crushed." His tone was teasing, but there was something sad in his eyes too.
"What if I want to be crushed?" You snarled back, gritting your teeth in your best approximation of his own growl.
"Then you're a foolish girl, stop running after monsters." He tried to tug himself away, putting his hands over yours to peel you off him. But you held firm.
"I'm not running after monsters, I'm running after you."
You took him by surprise, lurching up on your toes and fitting your lips to his. They were perfect, soft and plush and they tasted of cinder toffee. Your moan slipped out and he eagerly devoured it, grasping at you and holding you close. His hands explored your back, claws catching on the silk of your dress in their haste to feel every part of you.
Turning your head, you broke the kiss briefly to see his eyes closed, face relaxed. His eyes opened, gaze love struck, and he kissed you on the cheek, "my flower, my rose." His kisses tickled across your cheek to your ear, where his panting breath left goosebumps tingling up and down your spine. He kissed further, his beard softer than you'd expected, when he pressed his face between your breasts. His hands cradled your back, holding you to him as he inhaled deeply.
"I don't want you to get hurt, I can't see you in pain." His words reverberated through your body, your heart clenching at the thought he could ever really hurt you at all.
"I'm not in pain when I'm with you."
It was your turn to make him see, to tug his face up to yours so he could read the undeniable truth of your love in your eyes.
"But I'm hurting without you, take the pain away, please. I know it's you in there and I don't want to be without you anymore."
He hesitated for a moment, and then his hands met the backs of your thighs, lifting you to his body again. He was far too broad for you to truly wrap yourself around him, but you tucked your knees up enough to hang on as he carried you backwards to the bed.
You braced, expecting him to drop you, but instead he turned and lowered himself so that you were seated in his lap. He took your hands in his, engulfing the delicate silk and lace that covered your fingers, and pulled them off slowly, dropping them to the floor. He turned your palm over, stroking his thumb over the thump of your pulse, careful of his claws as they made dimples in your hand and arm.
"Are you really mine?" His voice was a whisper, spoken into your palm.
"Yours. I only want you, I need you, please."
His eyes lifted to yours and then he was kissing you again. Pulling at your clothes roughly and leaving them in silken tatters around you. You tugged at the laces of his shirt, attempting to push it up whole, digging your fingers into the hair of his chest.
The Beast stood again, allowing the remaining tatters of your dress to fall like rain along with his breeches.
In just your shift and with the Beast just in his shirt, he set you down and you paused, breathing heavily.
He went to speak again…
"If you ask me one more time if this is what I really want, I swear to god!" You laughed, tugging on his shirt to bring him closer, this time he came willingly, his mouth quirked up into a familiar half smile, his eyes twinkling.
"Well," he cocked his head to the side, his hair flopping slightly, "if you are sure, come and lay down on the bed."
He took your hand in his, spinning you gracefully in a circle until your knees touched the end of the bed. He dipped you, laying you on the jacquard coverlet. The Beast knelt between your legs, kissing up your ankle and to your trembling knees.
"Please —"
"I know," he speaks only into your skin, reverently making his way up your thighs and between your legs. There's nothing but the hem of your shift stopping him from seeing how wet you are, the knowledge that the cotton is probably sticking to the outline of your folds has you squirming too. "Let me see you."
Though he'd been rough when stripping your dress off, he's gentle now, carefully pushing your shift up, revealling you bit by bit until the embroidered hem is around your waist and his hands are massaging the tops of your thighs.
"Please —" you never knew you could beg so much, you'd never behaved like this in bed before and yet, you'd never been with him before, had resisted imagining what it'd be like to have him between your legs.
In answer he pressed his furred face to your pussy, lapping at your arousal before pressing hard kisses to your clit.
"Oh fuck!" you grab for his hair but end up wrapping your hands around his horns instead, using them as leverage to rock your hips against his mouth and nose.
The horns are smoother than you expected, cool to the touch, and close up you can see intricate gold patterns that circle each one before disappearing into his hair. You tug again and his growl is back, vibrating through your cunt and into your stomach where the coil of your release compresses further. His hands grab at your thighs and hips, one huge paw spread over your lower stomach to keep you pinned to the bed as he licks and sucks and devours you like a man starved.
"Oh god, I can't, I'm gonna —"
"Come then." His voice is rough, his mouth still tracing the shape of his words on your sensitive skin, and you can't hold back, tightening around nothing, the emptiness making you wail until he pushes his thumb into your waiting cunt. The relief, the pressure, stops your orgasm from receding and instead it builds again like a tidal wave, crashing over you while you fight to free yourself from his hold, thrashing and moaning like a wild thing on his bed.
The Beast slowly rises above you to until he reaches his full height, shucking off his shirt and revealing himself to you. The dark hair of his cheeks and arms spread down his chest to where his cock, standing proud amongst darker curls, is thick and weeping with precum. He's larger than you'd expected, fat and veined, and though you know you should put a stop to the insanity of a situation, you find your body doesn't agree.
The Beast grinned as you spread your legs further, and he crawled onto the bed as you moved back towards the pillow.
"You taste as delicious as I imagined," he purred, taking your face in his hand and brushing his shining lips against yours. "Nectar, honey." He murmurs.
Your legs tremble, weak from pleasure and from the wide spread of your knees accommodating him, but he doesn't relent. He leans down further, caging you in the waves of sheets and blankets below so all you can see and feel and hear is him. His deep breaths, his scent, the reassuring weight of him holding you to the mattress.
"My rose."
"Yours."
His kiss isn't rough as much as it is needy, his tongue insistent, head tilted to better control the kiss. His free hand grabs at your leg, hooking it high over his own hip and spreading you wide beneath him.
The head of the Beast's cock notches at your entrance, too broad to slip inside easily, and you respond with a slow roll of your hips, rubbing your slick down the length of him as you move. You're rewarded with a grunt and the twitch of his hand on your hip, holding you closer, angling your body to his.
"I can't resist you any longer, once I've had you, you can never go." The Beast growls his oath and you're too weak, too gone for him to do anything put kiss him again, hoping that all you feel in return is expressed with the press of your lips.
The Beast tugs again, sliding you onto his cock rather than pushing in himself, and the sensation of being so thoroughly held and controlled has you gushing around his cock, easing his entrance.
The fat head dips inside, making way for his length inch by glorious inch, forcing a wail of painful pleasure from somewhere deep within your chest.
"You're so — so —" your words come out stuttered, eyes squeezing shut, but he continues, pulling back only to thrust further forwards on his return, feeding you his cock in slow, measured moments. "I knew you'd be gentle with me." You choke out, feeling the brush of his fur against your clit and looking down to see him buried to the hilt inside.
The Beast rests his forehead on the pillow beside you, harsh panting breaths belying his desire. "I wouldn't want to break you— on our first round." He admits, voice full of promise.
And then he's rising, taking the weight of his body on one arm, the better to keep his other hand on your face, your chest, your neck, as he begins to speed up his pace. His cock is so deep you're sure you can feel it in your belly, each drag of his cock has you pulsing around him, the very veins throbbing against your walls.
There's no sound you can make, no air in your lungs, that isn't granted by him, he surrounds you, leaving you with nothing but punched out noises between ragged intakes of breath.
"You feel so fucking good squeezing me like this, soft as a petal inside and out aren't you." His hand cups your breast, your nipple barely visible between his fingers and aching for his rough touch. His hands feel calloused, but when he pulls back you see there are pads on his palms and finger tips.
With a feral grin he licks his thumb, tongue bright pink against the dark brown of his fur, before swiping it over your puckered nipple.
"Oh god!" Your hands fly out, grabbing at his arms, his horns, and he lets you, his grin is lopsided, following the drag of his horn as you pull him in for a crushing kiss.
"That's it —" he moans against your tongue, "take what's yours, little flower, I'm yours."
And for a second you believe you could actually be change, until his hand leaves your nipple and circles your throat, so large your chin is forced back, eyes rolling open to see him towering over you. Your legs are spread, one over his hip and the other now pushed up to your chest, allowing him to drive himself deeper. He's barely moving, grinding himself inside as your mind searches for clarity, eyes hazy, a momentary panic that has your pulse fluttering and then — air.
His hand drops, you heave in a breath and your pussy clamps down on his cock, your orgasm racing through your veins and making your muscles tense while you pulse around him.
"So beautiful when you come, my rose, in bloom, her petals spread for me." He watches, awed, while your legs twitch, but he doesn't relent his rhythmic grinding. "But I did warn you, now I've tasted you, felt you, I could never let you go."
You draw a deep, shaky breath and he holds your hips tightly, but the moment doesn't last. One minute you're on your back, enjoying a romantic moment, the next you're on your front, one leg bent and the other sprawled behind you, the Beast's body covering yours completely.
You thought he might have come at the same time as you, the tickle of arousal on your thigh surely can't all belong to you, yet his cock sits heavy on the small of your back, sticky and solid and you need it inside of you right now.
Despite your exhaustion, you cant your hips up to meet his and he rewards you with a growl so deep you can feel it all over your body. It's hot beneath his body, his legs and arms covering you.
"I told you, if I had you once, I'd never be able to let you go."
His cock slides in easier this time, you're more prepared for the deep stretch of him, but the position makes him feel so much bigger. The rounded head of his cock brushes over your walls, pushing deep inside until you're sure you'd be able to see the outline of his cock in your belly.
Maybe you can try it next time, maybe he really will keep you here, maybe everything is going to be okay.
The thrill of it builds inside of you, alongside a rush of emotion that this is where you have always wanted to be. In his space, his bed, to be his.
You reach a hand back just to feel him there behind you, and he presses kisses to your back, working down your spine as he grinds into you, barely leaving the silky warmth of your pussy.
"I could stay here forever, my beautiful rose."
He rests his arms beside you, his cheek on yours, and all you know is your mingled moans and panting breath as he lifts off you, limbs trembling.
"Come for me again, let me feel that cunt of yours milking me while I fill you."
You bit your arm as your orgasm builds and he pushes a hand between you to cup your pussy, his palm so large his fingers spread around your lips, squeezing his sopping length and exposing your throbbing clit to the friction of the sheets below you as he continues to fuck you in deep, piercing, thrusts. The pad of his palm is rough but it's the perfect friction for you to rub against, crying out in ecstasy as you clamp down on him once again, leaving a messy puddle on the sheets.
The Beast pulls his hand away and you shout out, only for him to hold your hips still, one hand on the small of your back, keeping the pressure on your clit and lower stomach while he paints you with rope after rope of cum.
Just when you think it can never end he drags himself away with a sigh, falling to your side and panting heavily.
You cuddle closer, an arm and a leg thrown over him, matting the fur with your arousal in the process. But he's so soft and welcoming, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear, that you can't care about anything else.
"I thought —" he starts, a rumble in his chest.
"Was it not good? Did you not enjoy it?" Panic rises in your own, you just had the most mind blowing sex of your life and he didn't even enjoy it. Tears well but he cups your cheek instead.
"I just thought, after, I'd be me again. Not a monster." His eyes are full of unshed tears, trapped behind the facade he's built for himself. His jaw is set, but you kiss it anyway, hoping to relieve the tension.
"You were never a monster to me." You sigh, kissing his cheek, running a finger down his horns, and falling into a deep sleep, curled around your very own Beast.
There's a steady beep that Bucky can hear even when he's not in the room. It gets louder and louder as he paces back down the corridor, coffee in hand. He wouldn't have left at all, only the machine in the corridor is terrible and he needed something stronger. Two shots won't do. This a four shots night if ever there was one.
He pushes open the door and there you are, still, bandage around your head, endless tubes and machines and monitors strung around you.
Yelena and Bob look up, they've been playing a game again, Uno, your hand is layed out beside you and they appear to be taking it in turns to make plays for you.
"You're back, I thought you were going to get a shower?"
Bob moves over and lets Bucky sit in his seat, the one next to your left hand where there are no IV tubes, no monitors. He takes your fingers and kisses them, then lets them go. He knows he shouldn't be touching you, kissing you, when you haven't done any of that with you awake. But he needs you to know he's here and the thought that, maybe, he might never get you feel you kiss him back, has him worried.
"Couldn't stay away, I need to be here."
"It was not your fault, Bucky." Yelena says sincerely.
"It was, I got angry, instead of thinking, and she got hurt because of me." He feels angry again, some desperate, violent, part of him can't even stand to be here, he needs to track down those Serpent agents and end them. Preferably slowly and over a few days. It's a part of himself he hasn't felt for a long time.
The cards in his hands crumple.
"Bucky," Bob moves the cards away and offers his own hand instead. He's too kind, Bob, too breakable too, when he's not Sentry. So Bucky declines and turns to you instead. You face is relaxed, your tactical gear, covered in blood, is thrown over a set of drawers in the corner, but he can still see you as you were before it happened.
He can still see you running towards him, shouting about being chased. He should've got you out of there, should've just left. But the idea of leaving anyone who'd scared you to walk free was unthinkable. He went back, and that's when the bullet had hit the stonework, knocking it loose, and knocking you down with it.
"If I wasn't so…angry, if this monster inside of me would fuck off."
Bucky bent his head to rest it against your sheets.
"Take a minute." Bob said and he gathered the cards and ushered Yelena out.
Bucky lay there, wallowing in his own anger and shame, missing the flickering of your eyelids.
Your voice is hoarse when you try and speak, dry and scratchy and there's something down your nose that makes you want to throw up.
"Buh—" his name won't form in your mouth, your tongue dry, your mind a whirlwind. Why where you on the medical floor? Where had the bed gone? The castle? The Beast. You'd heard familiar voices, Yelena and Bob, and Bucky's plaintive voice as he chastised himself.
The Beast. Gone. The solid comfort of his body was gone, it was your own arm weighing you down and — you opened your eyes. There was a metal arm thrown over your hips and a mop of brown hair, grown longer since you'd all moved to the tower.
"Buhh—" you tried again, flexing your hand and nudging his cheek.
Bucky looked up, his face wet with tears, "you're awake, oh shit — you're actually awake, I need to call the nurse or something." He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it in messy waves.
"Buck—"
"Don't speak, petal, just let the nurse check you." He cupped his hands to your cheeks, his palms so large you thought you'd disappear beneath them. He'd never held you like this, but there was something so familiar about the roughness of his callouses, about the way the word petal dripped off his tongue.
"Bucky," you whispered again, really looking at him, and there it was, the flicker of something in his eyes, like chipped ice, but so full of love and longing. There he was, not a monster like he thought. Just your Beast.
"Yes…" his eyes were wild, searching for anything to make you feel better. "What do you need? I can get the nurse? Do you need medication?"
"I don't want medication, I don't need the nurse." You sighed softly, he'd never held you like this, never shown how much he cared, though you'd wondered often enough.
"You must be in pain still, are you sure?"
"Bucky, I'm never in pain when I'm with you."
