The bar music was loud and the lights were just so dark to hide the sins of the night. He should've been happy, having fun like the rest of his group. It was the one night a year they could walk amung the humans. But his mind was haunted, plagued with thoughts of a woman he mearly saw last year. He had hopped to see her again this year, to find her and make her his in all the ways he dreamt about the last year. But with 9 hours left to the night, his heart was heavier than his balls. He refused to settle tonight.
"Could I have a virgin pina colada, please.?" A soft voice broke through his thoughts. He looked over and saw her, her fluffy white wings strapped to her back matching that fluffy halo above her perfectly done hair.
"Sorry, did you say vrigin.?" The bartender asked in disbelief. His eyes shamelessly eyefucked her and she tried to cover up more in that pure white off the shoulder dress.
"Yes, no alcohol." She said. The bartender rolles his eyes but made the drink for her. Her eyes landed on his, her soft lips curling i to a smile.
"Hey there, darlin" he said. She bit her lip a bit, looking at him. He wore dark red horns to match his tie and tail tucked into his belt. His suit was black, the accents red.
"Hello, Mr. Devil man," she said before bartender set down her drink. "Thank you," she said.
"My name is James, but most people call me Bucky," he told her as she stepped closer.
"I'm Y/n," she said, her voice a sweet melody he didn't want to forget.
"Tell me darlin, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this.?" He asked.
"My friends dragged me here," she said. He stood, moving closer to her. She smelled sweet, like honey.
"Let me take you somewhere, I promise I'll make it worth your night," he said. And again she bit her lip.
"Now, are you trying to tempt me.? A devil such as yourself, how could I know you are to be trusted.?" She asked.
"You might be right, darlin. Perhaps I would taint you." He said, before leaning into her. "But perhaps, you would purify me." He whispered.
"Perhaps I would," she whispered back. "But, we might never know," she added before slipping away into the dance floor, a little smile thrown over she shoulder at him. His chest ignited.
And suddenly the game was on. He finished his drink and followed her onto the dance floor. He moved close to her, his hands on her hips as she swayed away from him. He was impressed with how well she could dance in that long dress, the sliver of skin peaking through.
"Let me hold you, darlin," he whispered. She did, his arms sliding around her waist. Fuck, she smelled so good. He needed to know if she tasted just as sweet.
Hell, he'd give up his tainted demonic soul to the devil himself just to to taste her purity. Her arms moved around his shoulders and it was over from there.
"James, have you gone and hexed me.?" She asked, moving closer as if he were her only sorce of gravity.
"Darlin, you're the one who has me under a spell," he whispered, his hands sliding along her back as the moved with the music. Her eyes met his again for a moment before their lips did.
She tasted like honey and roses and he needed more. He needed her and he didnt know how much longer he would wait. She wouldn't get away from him this year.
7 hours left in the night and he had coaxed her into the private balcony of his hotel room, the party they just left still going on below. Her wings and halo wound up on the floor along with his horns and tail.
Her hands held tight the rail of the balcony as his firm chest rested on her back. His sinful lips were peppering kisses along the back of her neck and shoulder as she still tried to deny how much she wanted this. Wanted him.
"Just let go doll, let me taste you," he whispered. She was practically radiating even in the dark of the night, her skin softer than silk.
"We.. we shouldn't.." she whispered. He pulled back, flipping her and taking her chin in his finger tips.
"I've thought about this moment for the last year, darlin.." he said, hoisting her ass up onto the rail. "I'm going to know what you taste like and what my name sounds like on those lips while I fill you up," he said before loosening his tie and dropping to he knees below her waist.
"Wait, what are you-ah" she was caught off as he hiked her knees over his shoulders and pushed her dress up to her waist. Her white panties were stained with a dark wet spot from her arousal. He chuckled, dark and low and it sent a chill up her body.
"How shameful darlin, you all wet just from dancin with me.?" He asked. Before she could answer, his forked toung slid up the white lace. She made a noise and he tore the lace into pieces to free her for his pleasure. His tounge slid through her slick folds with a long stripe.
Like milk and honey. Like pure innocence. His little angel.
His tonge plunged into her core and her body shook against the railing. The noises that came from her lips were like heaven its self but then the sweetness of her.?
His tounge was reaching her deep inside, the two splits of his tounge moving in opposite directions inside her. He drank her juices as an orgasm ripped through her body. He lapped her up before he stood.
"Taste sweeter than I could've imagined, darlin." He said, pulling his belt out of the loops. "I'm going to make you mine now." He said before he undid his pants and slid them past his hips.
"That.. that won't fit.." she said. "I-I've never.. been with a.." she whimpered out. He chuckled dark before pressing the head into her entrance.
"Shh, darlin, dont worry. It'll fit." He said before his hips snapped forward into her, her tight cunt stretching and wrapping around him as he tore her open. Her power flowed into him as he locked his lips on hers, his hips rocking in and out of her at an inhuman pace. Her nails dug into his shoulders as their juices threatened to stain her dress.
He shouldn't feel this good, god, sin shouldn't feel so good. Her legs hooked around his hips, only for stability of course. Not to pull him deeper into her with a deep chuckle in his chest.
"Thats it, doll, give into me." He said, before he picked her hips up a bit more. He slipped deeper into her, her pussy memorizing every delicious inch. She could feel how powerful he was, how much strength he had under those muscles.
"Oh god.. i- im gonna.." she gasped out.
"Come for me darlin," he said. Her body shook as she came around him. He pulled out, flipping her and bending her over the rail. She gasped as he plunged back into her, her hands pinned in one of his on the small of her back.
"Ja-james wa-wait," she gasped out, but her body responded to him. She could see the party below, her friends dancing, unaware of the pure extacy she was feeling.
"Mm, just one more, doll," he said, rutting into her with a shameful sound. He made a vow to do this with her every year. Secretly, she did as well. The way he was fitting in her, the power he was emitting, the way she opened and took him deeper into her core..
She felt an overload of energy as he came deep inside of her, her own end coming over her.
21 minutes left, he held her against him their bodies bare. They had shared so much power that they were drained beyond compare. Next year, they would meet again.
Damon saw her from across the bar, his curiosity piqued at how her face seemed to shine in the dark. She sat in the darker part of the room, almost like she was trying not to be seen. But Damon couldn't ignore her or the throb in his chest at her eyes, scanning the room. They met his for a moment, only a moment, but it was enough for him to advance forward.
"You look like you've had a long day," he said, taking a seat next to her. Her eyes fell on his and a soft smile made it's way to her pink lips.
"More like a long year, I was hoping to stay under the radar. Don't want anyone knowing I'm home yet," she said the last part under her breath.
"Used to live here when you were young.?" Damon asked. She bit her lip and absentmindedly ran her finger around the rim of her cup. Her eyes were still scanning the bar before meeting Damon's again.
"Uh, yea. Um.. I'm sorry. I know we just met, but I'm trying to keep a low profile for a while. It's been.. a rough year, and it's made me.. a bit paranoid, you could say," she said, her eyes searching his.
"Yea, I'm Y/n" she said. "Winchester," she added. A pit formed in her chest at her name drop.
"Damon," he said, smirking at her. "Salvatore," he drawled slowly. Her eyes darted around again, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Damon could tell she was nervous. She hadn't even touched her drink. "Are you ok.?" He asked.
"It will be our little secret," he smiled at her. "You wanna have a drink together.?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her with a smirk. There was something about his eyes when he looked at her, something about that feeling he gave her.
"Sure," she said, her fingers grazing his as she grabbed the glass from his outstretched hand. Their eyes met at the contact, a chill going down her spine. There was something in his eyes, the way he looked at her was almost human. "So do you always just randomly share drinks with women.?" She asked, raising her eyebrow at him.
"Only when they look as pretty as you," he said, a warm air falling around them. In that moment it was just them, in that moment nothing else mattered. She blushed, biting her lip as she glanced down a bit.
"Should we order another round.?" She asked, her voice soft. He smirked at her before raising his hand to signal to the barkeep for another round. When his hand came down, it lay just inches from her own, their finger tips nearly touching. It was almost torture for him, he wanted to touch every inch of her skin while she succumbed to his will.
"Oh, that's a good one," she said, bringing her glass to her lips. His eyes watched the liquid slide past her lips, a drop slipping out the corner of her mouth and trailing down her chin.
"Can't waist a drop, princess," he whispered, his thumb sliding across her skin to collect the drop. Her face heated up, feeling the effects of the alcohol take control. He was about to pull his hand away when her tongue poked out to lick the bourbon from his finger. His eyes locked with hers as his thumb slid across her bottom lip. Her lips felt so soft just against his thumb, he found himself wondering how they would feel on his own.
"To new experiences," she said, smirking at him.
"What shall we toast to.?" He asked, grabbing his drink. She bit her lip looking at him.
"You want to go somewhere a little more.. private.?" She asked, biting her lip. A second later, they were slipping into the girls bathroom.
"With beautiful strangers," He raised his glass to her, clinking them together before taking a drink. She bit her lip, looking around the empty bar before turning back to him. He noticed her questioning look, her cheeks pink from the alcohol and the thoughts in her head.
"Damon.." she moaned out, his lips trailing down her neck. His name sounded so good on her lips, he almost didn't want to feed on her. But she also smelled so intoxicatingly sweet, it would be a crime not to. Besides, she's a Winchester.
"What are you doing to me princess.?" He asked, pinning her to the wall. His eyes met hers and before she could respond, his lips were to hers. Time seemed to stop as they felt a fire starting to consume them. He picked her up on the sink as her fingers slid in his hair. Their lips moved together in a fiery passion, his hands around the small of her back as he held her against him.
"You stabbed me.?" He asked, glaring at her. Her eyes barely met his as she held her neck, a pit forming in his chest.
"Mm, princess," he hummed against her skin, a chill going down her back. His lips met hers again, their hips pressed together. He trailed kisses down her neck before his fangs sank into the vein. Y/n gasped in shock, her head instantly feeling dizzy from the blood loss.
"Damon, stop, please.." she whispered out, trying to push him off. When that failed, she pulled out her small wooden knife and jabbed it into his shoulder. Damon pulled back, groaning in pain as Y/n reached up to stop the bleeding on her neck.
"It's nowhere near your heart, you won't die," she said, her breath getting heavy. She wanted to run, to move, but she had no strength due to the blood loss. Damon was in front of her again, his face a mix of emotions. Dean was right..
"But you will," he whispered, making her skin go cold. He looked into her eyes and saw them clouding over, sparking something in him. "One day.." he whispered, before he bit into his wrist and held it to her lips. She felt his blood fill her mouth, drinking it as her neck healed instantly.
"You're not going to kill me.?" She asked quietly. He looked her over before pulling the knife out of his shoulder.
"Don't stab me again, and no, little hunter, I won't kill you," he said, handing her the knife back. She slowly got off the counter, taking the knife back.
"I'm not a hunter, not anymore," Y/n said, looking down at the knife. He looked her over, curious as to what she meant. But when she looked back up, he was gone. It took her a moment to process it all. He could've killed her.
So why did he save her.?
The lake house was cold, a haunting shell of a life she once had. But now her mom. She sighed as she started to gather up the plastic covers on all the furniture.
"Y/n Winchester, you've gotten so big." A voice said. She turned as she saw Liz Forbes, an old friend of her parents, standing in the doorway.
"Officer Forbes.?" Y/n asked.
"It's actually, Sheriff now." Liz said. "Im sorry to hear of your mother's accident."
"Accident.?" Y/n asked. "I know the truth, and I know you know the truth, so dont give me the civilians lie, ok.?"
"I thought you dad wasn't going to tell you about this life," Liz said.
"Yea, well, he's not here to decide that anymore. Just me and my brothers now," Y/n said, wrapping her arms around herself.
"Oh, well. I can show you the full report then if you follow me to the station," Liz said.
So then she was following the sheriff into town, parking in the visitor parking. She sat in her car a moment, knowing she wasn't going to be invisible the second she walked out of the car. No more hiding.
"Come on, this way," Liz said before leading her inside. The hallway trip took a slight detour when Mayor Lockwood recognized her. Then it was to the safety of the office.
"So it was a vampire.?" Y/n asked, looking over the files. "Was it a known vamp.?" She asked, looking at Liz.
"No, it was a new vampire. She was already dealt with by the council." Liz said before Y/n flipped the page and gasped.
"Vickie.? Who turned her.?" Y/n asked.
"We're nor sure. Look, your mother's case was solved but there are many more and with your skills-"
"No, no. Im not here to look into this stuff. Im not a hunter anymore, I just needed to know the truth about my mom." She said, closing the file. "Thank you, Sheriff.." she said, getting up.
"Of course. Let me walk you out," Liz said. As they walked out, they ran into another party. "Ah, Damon, you scared me."
"Sorry Liz, hello again, princess," Damon said, looking at her.
"You two know each other.?" Liz asked.
"Mildly, intimately, briefly," Y/n said, bitting her lip. Damon s.irked at her.
"Your mother isn't here to tell you no, so I will," Liz said.
"Im old enough to babysit your daughter, not be your daughter," Y/n said. "Speaking of, where is she.?"
"Probably at school," Liz said before checking her phone. "I gotta go, look, be careful around him." Liz said, pointing at Damon before walking away.
"What a surprise to see you again, little hunter." Damon said, looking her up and down.
"Dont think im going to be so easy like at the bar, my guard was down. Besides, not a hunter." She said with a shrug before walking out to her car. Damon followed her, practically pinning her to her door.
"If you're not a hunter, then what are you ?" He asked.
"Im Y/n Winchester, I got my GED like my older brother, and I just moved home," she said, shoving him away. "Be gentle with mini baby, she a classic." She said. Damon squinted at her.
"If you post a threat-"
"Damon, look, its respect the whole distrustfulness ok? Its understandable, I mean youre what.? Like almost 200 years old, it makes sense. So here," she said before she slid her arms around her neck and pulled off her vervaine necklace. "Compell me," she said, looking him dead in the eyes.
"How did i know you didn't take vervaine.?" He asked.
"Oh my God, seriously.?" She rolled her eyes before looking around before making a small cut in her hand. "Test me then," she spat. His eyes went wide before he leaped forward, covering the cut with this palm. There was not sting, no vervaine.
"Are you insane.? My brother and I aren't the only vampires in town," he hissed. She pulled away from him and put her necklace back on.
"I can handle my own." She said.
"I could've killed you your first night here." He said.
"That wasn't my first night home, I already told you you caught me at a bad time." She said, before she whipped her and offered on her pants. "My mother had juat died," she said before getting into the car. Damon watched her drive away.
Y/n pulled the blanket tighter as she wat hed the flames flicker in the fireplace. She had seen fire so many times, smelled the mell of a body burning on wood. She should've been used to it. She's dug up bones many times. But never her own mother..
She was thankful the grave was fresh, thankful she had brought her own shovel. Her brothers taught her how to build a proper funeral pyer. How to salt and wrap the remains to cleanse the spirit. She never imagined she would have to cleanse her mother spirit, never thought she would have to dig her body up and rebury her empty casket to avoid suspicion. She never thought she could do it alone but when she watched the final ashes of the fire fall into the embers, her knees hit the grass. A scream ripped though her echoing off the lake. The pain she had been holding onto since she got that call all came out in that scream.
After a while, she drug herself to her feet. She went to mini baby and drove to Mystic Grille, ordering herself a drink..
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! Dark content, Talks of cheating, Mean Steve Rogers, P in V, Oral (F reciving), rough sex, Dubcon, noncon (kinda?), Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier
He was never supposed to make contact, never supposed to step into that appartment, never supposed to know what she tasted and smelled like. He was supposed to watch, learn and report. The first 112 days were pretty boring to say the least, her schedule fairly regular. She woke up at 5 am and went to bed at 12am, usually after meds and some wine. Then the 113th night, the meds didnt work. Neither did a full bottle of wine. So when those both failed, she tried something else.
The soldat was confused at first, zooming in with the scope and watching her through the open window with the audio device in his ear. What he saw alone was enough to stir something in his groin.
She lay there completely bare, her legs wide with one hand between her thighs. But then the sounds she was making, the soft moans and gasps that slipped past her finger covered her lips.. He felt the tactical pants get tighter as he watched her, the poor girl, getting so close only to let out a frustrated sigh. She couldnt get the job done. Of course she couldn't.
"God dammit!" She huffed. She got up and got dressed, throwing in her shoes and heading out. Where was she going.? Bucky followed her in the rooftops, her slipping behind an alley.
"Hey, you called for a doctor," some guy said. She handed him was looked like a roll of money and he slipped her a pill bottle. "1 is more than enough for sleep, much stronger than that other stuff," he told her.
"Thanks." She got another bottle of wine on the way home, taking one pill and half the glass. She got off her clothes and fell face first onto her bed.
The next night was different as well. She had someone over, a blonde male. He watched from the scope as they sat on her couch with the wine.
"Thank you for coming over, I just couldn't do another sleepless night alone." She said.
"Of course, im surprised you called me though. Thought you were still pissed," the guy sajd.
"I am, but you're decent company," she said. He chuckled before his phone rang. "Who is that.?"
"Natasha, I gotta go." He said quickly getting up.
"Seriously.? She says jump and you ask how high.?" She said, sitting up.
"Its not like that, she needs my help." He said. She waved him off, grabbing th winde bottle and cracking it open.
"Is that what she said last time.?" She spat, venom laced in her words. The soldat felt them through the mic.
"That's not fair, you can't keep hating me for that."
"Can't i.?" She asked.
"No, I made a mistake. Get over it," he said, walking over to her.
"A mistake.? You fucked her! In the god damn kitchen! Stark still has the recording!" She said before she shoved him.
"Yea, you know what? She smells better than you, now she needs my help with this assignment that you forced your self onto." He said, looking down at her. The soldat found himself other up his aim, his fingers hovering over the trigger.
"Go," she said and the soldat unfocused his aim. The door slammed without another word and she was left in the apartment. The soldat zoomed the scope in on her, soft sobs leaving her before she took one of the pills and downed her wine. She then slipped out of her clothes and settled into the couch cushions. The way her couch was angled, her heals up on the coffee table, he had a full view od everything. Her fingers slid between her folds and he felt that same tightening in his pants.
The scope aloud him to see every dripping inch of her cunt as she desprately chased that feeling her fingers just could reach. Poor sweet girl, she was so desprate for that feeling of release. The soldat heard something that made his pants tighten more. Her moans.
"Ahh, please.." she whimpered. Her body buzzed as her fingers worked her swoolen bud before she let out a struggled whimper. He watched her cunt desperately clench around nothing, an odd fire burning in his chest and groin. "Fuck," she cried out, pulling her hand back and dropping her knees together. She stood up and walked past the window, pausing for a moment as she shuddered.
Her eyes turned towards him, scanning around. He sat up from the scope only slightly, watching her.
She couldn't see him right.? She shook her head and walked off to her bedroom, grabbing that pill bottle. She poured another glass of wine.
"You're crazy, Y/n." She whispered, taking a second pill for the night with some more wine. She propped herself back up on that couch and her heels on the table. Her head rolled back, and her knees slumped together.
He shouldn't have slipped into her balcony door. He shouldn't have eased himself between her proper up thighs. She was completely gone though, her breath heavy and her cunt dripping.
Just a taste, he thought. He growled into her, her pussy so much sweeter than he could have imagined. Only the softest moans slipped past her lips, the pills effects mixing with the wine to keep her at his mercy. His tounge slipped deep into her pussy, her walls fluttering around his tounge. He licked up to her sentive bud, two silver fingers slipping into her needy hole. She was already so close, his mouth working her clit and his fingers reaching deeper than hers ever could hope. Her walls clenched desperately around his fingers as she came in his mouth. He let her ride it out before her carried her to bed, tucking her in before he left.
The next night she had a red head over, the two sitting and drinking wine together. He could still smell her, still taste her, as he watched her. He had hoped the red head woman would leave so he could have another taste of his forbidden midnight treat.
"I think your paranoid. Steve just broke up with you and you're working this case with us. You probably just created some fantasy in your head," the woman said.
"Yea, that is exactly what Steve said." She said, shaking her head. "I swear, it was real. Someone was in my apartment," she told her.
"And they didnt want to take anything or kill you, no thy just wanted to get you off.?" She said.
"Whatever, don't believe me." She huffed.
"Anyway, I gotta go." The woman said.
"Yea, no, I'll just get murdered then!" She said, throwing her arms up. She sighed and bit her lip, glancing around her apartment. "Ok, mr mystery dream guy, prove me right.." she whispered. She disappeared into the bathroom, her bedroom door closed. The window in her bedroom fogged up, the heat and steam from her shower drifting out.
The cool air quickly melted away the condensation on the glass as he slipped into her bedroom. He could hear the water running, him taking two of her pills and tucking them into a pocket for later. He was going to just slip right back out when he saw her black lacy under garments. Those he also saved for later.
He watched her from behind the scope as she curled up on the couch again, in just her towel. She watched some TV show before passing out. So he slipped back in, enjoying her fresh shower body.
Then on the 200th night of watching her, having enjoyed and devoured her many nights. Those two pills he had kept were crushed up in her glass while she was washing up. She hadnt been able to tell he was there, watching from her balcony.
Or maybe she wanted him to be there.?
That had to be it. Why else had she chosen to strip right then and there.? Why else had she proped her self up to give him a perfect veiw of her touching her sweet little cunt, not even trying to get herself off.? Why else had she left the door unlocked before she fell into her sheets.?
He should have left it like that, leave the balcony and finish the mission. But the tightness in his pants was persistent. And he was suddenly in her house, smelling her sweet white peach body wash again. It went straight to the tent in his pants, her bare plump ass on full view for him. He should've walked away, but he was on a mission all his own. One he needed to finish. His knees sunk into the bed, him not really care if he woke her or not.
"Ty moya.(You're mine,)" he said before his hand gripped her ass cheeks and spread them apart before he attached his mouth to her tight little hole. Her body responded, her cunt clenching around nothing. Poor thing. He licked a long stripe from her clit to her ass, his tounge dipping deep into her wet heat. Soft moans left her lips as he devoured her sweet pussy, just as he had before.
That should've been the only line he crossed. But she was just so ready for him.
"Chto mne delat'?(What am I to do?)" He asked her. She was still sleeping soundly, a slight wiggle in her hips drawing him in. He removed his pants, just enough to free himself before he slipped deep into her soaking cunt.
"Ah.. ah!" She gasped, waking from her daze. He grabbed her hands, pinning them behind her back and securing them tight in binds. His hips were slapping against her ass, her pussy tightening around him upon waking. "N-no, a-ah, st-stop," she gasped out. His metal hand grabbed her mouth as he rutted into her harder.
"Ty prosila ob etom, dorogaya, bednaya devochka ne mogla otdelat'sya ot etogo.(You were askin for this darlin, poor girl couldn't get herself off)" He whispered in her ear. She could feel herself coming around him, her body shaking. "Vidish', kakaya nuzhdayushchayasya malen'kaya pizda. Nuzhen byl moy chlen, chtoby zapolnit' tebya, a?(See, such a needy little cunt. Needed my cock to fill you up, huh?)" He said. Her eyes rolled back as he lifted her off the bed, her back on his chest. His metal hand wrapped around her throat as he fucked her tight little pussy.
"Wh-who ah- are.." her voice trailed off as her eyes rolled back. She couldn't really care anymore. Maybe this man would kill her when he was done. Or worse, he would keep her.
But fuck, did he hit the right spots. He was her Mr mystery dream guy, he was her secret stalker.
"Please, dont stop," she gasped out, realizing he was right. She did want this, wanted to be his to use.
"Khoroshaya devochka(Good girl), mmh yebat',(fuck)" he groaned in her ear. He dropped her back into the bed, pinning her down with his metal hand. Her pussy fluttered around him, another orgasm ripping through her.
"A-ahh," she gasped out as he hit his own high. He emptied his balls deep inside, each pump sliding him deeper into her cunt. Her body shook before he pulled out, shooting a string of cum onto her pink little hole.
"My ne zakonchili, kukla,(We're not done doll,)" he said before he shoved his head into her ass. The lubrication from his cum allowed him to slip into her tight hole.
"N-no, no not there," she said before he slapped her ass with his metal hand. The sting on her plush cheek mixed with the taring pain of her ass. He shoved his massive length into her, not giving her time to adjust as he rocked into her. Her pussy, even after being filled, had begun to feel empty as he fucked her ass. He could feel her opening up for him, sending him over the edge again. He pulled out and she collapsed on the bed. He was leaking out of both her holes, an image he commited to memory.
Memory, ironic since he knew she would be wiped from his mind. He had to find a way back to her, to make her his again and again. He pulled something from one of his pockets, picking her up by the throat and placing a hard kiss on her lips, slipping it around her neck.
"Ostav' ikh sebe, ya vernus' za toboy.(Keep these, I'll come back for you.)" He said. And then, with a snap of the ties, he was gone. She was indeed whipped from his mind, but something deep in him remembered her smell. Remembered her taste.
He sat there in the glass cell, waiting for his fate to be decided. He didn't even know his own name, but he knew he had a life. He had to have had one, if he believed the article about him in the museum. He didn't know anything really, just stories of a man he might have been.
Until she walked in.
He knew she was there, he could feel her watching. When her feet stopped at the edge of his cage, his eyes finally met hers. Maybe she was one of them.
"Do you.. remember me.?" She asked. He squinted at her. Should he.? Her face wasn't familiar in the slightest. But then the glass door to his cage slid open. And he caught a whiff of the sweetnest of her white peach smell.
Thats when it came back to him. The way she smelled, the way she tasted, how she felt wrapped aound him. Her.
"Yes," he said. Her hands reached forward and freed his flesh hand before moving to his metal one. He watched her step back, giving him room to step out.
"I.. kept these.." she said, pulling out the dog tags he had placed around her those couple years ago. He reached out and took them, reading the name on it before wrapping the chain around in his fist. He pulled her toward him by the chain, leaning in and inhaling her scent.
"Good girl." He said. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement, quickly moving her behind him and catching a bullet in his metal fist.
"Belaya vdova,(white widow)," the man said. He was looking at her. Thankfully, her opening his cage had raised the alarm way before he got there.
"Drop it!" The agents shouted before the man was surrounded.
When he had her alone again, he pinned her against the door of his new room. His lips explored her neck as his hands tore she poor excuse for a shirt off. He lifted her by her ass and drops her on his bed. The soldat had thought about this since that first night, now Bucky Barnes got to fullfil it.
"Strip," he said, and she instantly obliged. She left the dogtags on, them resting between the swell of her breasts. He leaned down, grabbing a ribbon and tying her hands to the bed frame. "Such a good fucking girl for me. You know I've not forgotten your sweet sweet taste tgese years.?" He asked, dropping to his knees after removing his clothes.
"I haven't stopped dreaming about you," she whispered before he roughly ripped open her thighs and dipped his head down. He groaned against her, pleased that she tasted even sweeter than he remembered. Her moans were even better too, her voice louder now than when she was asleep.
"Fuck, baby," he growled, kissing nipping and biting up her body. She was covered in bruises in seconds as he thrust into her. She felt him hit her deep in her core, the breath leaving her lungs as she came. He didn't wait, sliding out and slamming back into her. His metal hand wrapped around her throat and his mouth covered hers, drinking her moans. His hips rutted into her at an inhuman pace, surprised the bed didnt break.
"Such a needy cunt, huh.? You been missing me this whole time. Missin my cock in this tight pussy.?" He whispered in her ear. She nodded, her back arching.
"Yes, oh, God, yes," she moaned out. She had lost count at how many times she had came that night, her pussy overstimulated. He fucked her endlessly, finally emptying his balls in her senstive and needy cunt as the sun broke through the window
"You're mine," he whispered, untying her and pulling her against his chest. They laid there for a moment before sharing a shower and a quick round two.
Bucky watched her cook, them the first ones awake. The rest of the team joined, each greating her and then him. That is until Steve came out. Natasha and Wanda both exchanged looks that didn't go unnoticed from Bucky.
"Hey Buck, good yo see you setling in. Can I speak with you.?" He asked, looking at her. He didnt give her a chance to answer, grabbing her forearm and dragging her into the hall. Bucky squinted at them.
"What the deal with them.?"
"Like 4 years ago, they were dating until he cheated and broke up with her." Natasha said.
"He had tried getting back with her but she told him she was waiting for someone," Wanda added.
"Fuck you, Rogers!" They heard from the hall before a loud echoing door slam. Steve walked back in, a massive red mark in his cheek.
"What happned.?" Natasha asked.
"None of your buisness Romannoff." Steve said, looking at her. She put her hands up defensively.
"Look, you left her ok.?" Natasha said. "We made a choice together and she still doesnt look at me, so just give her time,"
"Yea, but then when i try and apologize and get back with her.? She sleeps with someone else, no, no. A Stanger came in to her apartment and fucked her. She doesnt even know his name, but she waiting for him.? Like some sick, twisted fantasy," Steve ranted. Bucky felt an odd sense of pride.
"Tell me you didnt say that to her," Natasha said, crossing her arms.
"What else was i supposed to say.? Was i supposed to lie.? Tell her to go find this mysterious stranger.?" Steve snapped back. "Buck, what would you do.?"
"About what.?" He asked, like he hadn't been thinking of punching his best friend for merly thinking about his girl.
"Y/n and I were together, we broke up-" Steve said before he was cut off momentarily.
"After you cheated," Wanda said, her arms crossed.
"Yea, yea, then she gets fucked one night by some.." Steve looked at Natasha for help.
"She called him a mysterious lover," Natasha said, looking at Steve.
"Thank you. Then, she tells me that shes waiting for this guy," Steve said.
"It sounds almost.. romantic dont you think.?" Bucky said, thinking back to that first night. Wandas eyes went wide and she looked at Bucky. "Besides, you did it to her." He added.
"See, a real gentleman. Barnes, why dont you be extra chivalrous and go save our damsel.? She should be in the gym locker room" Natasha said. Bucky quirked an eye at Wanda before he got up and went to find her. He needed to make something right.
Y/n had just gotten into the hot water of her shower when she felt the cool metal of his arm around her waist. His chest met her back as his lips trailed down her neck. She leaned into his touch more as he stepped into the water.
"I waited for you too, darlin. Kept thinking about you, if you were still.." he whispered. He didnt need to finish his sentence, she knew what he meant.
"Is Steve right.? Am I twisted for feeling this way.?" She asked, not facing him. "Are we.?"
"Steve has only been in love with one girl, darlin," he whispered. He kissed and bit at her neck, rubbing her lower abdomen with his silver fingers.
"What about you.?" She asked. "Have you ever been in love.?"
"Once or twice, you.?" He whispered, kissing along her neck.
"I dont.. know what love feels like." She whispered. He slipped into her, making her gasp.
"I'll teach you, darlin," he whispered, rutting into her. Her hands held onto the tiles as his metal hand held up her hips. "I'll show you how a real man loves a woman," he whispered before he pulled out and flipped her. "A real man looks at you to admire your beauty," he whispered, hiking her legs up over his hips as her back hit the wall. "A real man takes his time to make you feel good," he said, cupping her face.
"Y/n.?" Steve's voice called through the locker room. "Hey, can we talk.?" Bucky slipped into her, and she had to bite down on his shoulder to stop her moan from slipping out. Her hands dropped to hold onto the shower rail as he rocked into her.
"Wh- what do you want, Rogers.?" She called, bitting her lip as Bucky smirked. "I-I'm busy," she added. He was hitting that spot perfectly, the sounds of their skin meeting covered by the running water. His pelvic bone was hitting her clit in perfect rhythm.
"I just.. are you feeling ok.? You sound off.?" He said. She had to burry her face in Buckys shoulder as he rolled his hips up into her. He hadnt stopped, endlessly fucking her tight cunt.
"Can we just.." she felt herself getting close. "..talk later.?" She asked, as he peppered kissed along her neck and shoulder.
"Uh, yea, sure." Steve said before he left. Bucky chuckled low, the sound revervrating in her body as he rutted so deep into her dripping pussy.
"Good girl, just like that baby." He whispered as she came around him. He pulled her lips to his as he emptied his balls into her pussy. "So pretty, so perfect." He whispered before sliding out and helping her clean up. They managed to sneak out of the gym, walking back into the living room.
"Buck, mind if I speak with her alone.?" Steve asked. His jaw tightened and he crossed his arms.
"Its ok," she said, glancing at Bucky. He walked to the kitchen and watched them in the living room hall. "What do you want.?"
"I want you to give up this fantasy of this creep coming back for you," Steve said. "Give me a second chance, give us a second chance." He said grabbing her hand. She pulled away from him.
"A second chance for you to sleep with Natasha again.? I can't even stand here without hearing the two of you." She said, crossing her arms. "Besides, what does it matter who i wait for.?" She asked.
"It's twisted! This guy stalked you and broke into your apartment to have sex with you." Steve said.
"At least he likes how I smell," she spat. He glared at her, hyper aware of Bucky still watching. "Are you jealous that another man got to taste me.? That a other man is 10, no 100 times better than you.? Or its it just because I waited for him and never for you.?" She asked, turned to walk away.
"Waited.?" Steve asked.
"What.?" She asked, looking back at him.
"You said waited, what? Has he actually come back.?" Steve asked.
"Yes, he did, actually. So if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to my apartment to see him," she said, turning and walking out, glancing at Bucky on the way.
"What the hell is wrong with her.? Do you think this guy is like hydra or something.? Maybe shes being mind contoled." Steve rambled out, not realizing the guy he was talking about was his best friend.
"Or maybe she actually has a point Steve," Bucky said. "You broke her heart and someone else came in and picked up the pieces." He said before he grabbed a beer and went to his room where he slipped out the window.
Y/n sat in her couch, the curtains of her balcony blowing to reveal Bucky. He wondered if she was still here, pleasantly surprised that she was. It still smelled like her as he made his way to sit beside her. She instantly straddled him and looked goon his eyes.
"I want to know what it means to be loved by you," she whispered. He slid his hands up her back and brought her in for a kiss. Her body moved closer to his as he lifted her off the couch and carried her to the room.
"I'll show you. I'll show everyone youre mine." He whispered before laing her onto her sheets. "You smell so sweet, darlin," he whispered into her skin. Her body was hot under the heat of his gaze and finger tips. "Mmm, such a good girl," he praised, slid I pills his hands along her skin.
"James.." she moaned out. He quickly removed his clothes and propped her legs open over his hips. He plunged deep into her dripping core in one.
"Fuck, doll, so perfect for me." He said, rolling his hips into her as he stretched her open. She was wrapped around him like a vice, squeezing him perfectly.
"Ja-james.." she moaned out. Her back arching as he braced his hands on the headboard. He was slipping in and out of her wet folds with such a naughty sound, her fingers slid into his dark locks as his lips met hers. Oh how she loved to be at his mercy, how she loved the way he took control of her body. She was his long before they shared their first kiss and she knew it the moment she saw his eyes on hers.
"Fuck, darlin," he groaned, his hips snapping forward as she hooked her legs around him. His hands slid down her arms and sides, her hips angling against his as he sat back on his knees."This tight little cunt, mm, all mine doll." He said, sliding in and out of her at such a pace that his balls were hitting her ass with a loud and echoing slapping sound.
"Fu-fuck, ja- ahh" She gasped out, her body quivering against his as he hot that one spot. Her mind was mush, his hips slamming into hers at an incredible pace.
"Such a good girl, this is all you needed huh.? Your pretty pussy filled with my thick cock.?" He asked, his fingers leaving bruises on her thighs.
"Y-yes ja-james, o-oh f-fuuc-" her mind was blank, her body melting under his as a white hot orgasm ripped through her. He leaned down, bitting her collarbone and leaving a mark before moving to kiss her lips. She tasted so fucking sweet.. His hips rolled into hers as he emptied his balls in her, his own orgasm coming over him.
"You're such a good girl for me, such a perfect pussy." He whispered as he rolled his hips with each pump of his cum. After he was finished and satisfied, he slid out of her disappeared into the bathroom before he came back with a warm damp towel to clean her up. After they were both clean, he slid his boxers on and crawled up her body.
"Stay with me," she whispered.
"Of course baby," he said as he pulled her toward his chest. She rested on his chest, finding the best sleeo she had in a very long time. But Bucky didnt sleep. Not a wink.
No, he watched her.
Steve watched them from the living room, his arms crossed over his chest. They seemed to have gotten intimately close overnight, and he couldn't stand it. Bucky had his metal arm around her waist while she tried to make coffee. She was all smiles and giggles, and Steve had enough.
"What the hell.? Thought you hated the kitchen.?" He asked, drawing her attention.
"Guess I found something to like about it," she said, shrugging and looking at Bucky. He smiled at her, pecking her lips.
"When the hell did you two start seeing each other.?" Steve asked. Bucky shot him a look before answering.
"About 3 years ago," he said. Steve looked like he was putting the last pieces of the puzzle together.
"You.?" He asked. "You were the mystery creep.?" Steve asked, moving around the island. Bucky moved her behind him as Steve got closer.
"Jealous.?" Bucky asked, stepping up to Steve. The air was thick enough to choke on, and she was suffocating
"James, come on." She said, her hand in his wrist. Bucky allowed her to pull him back a bit. But just that simple gesture sent Steve over the edge.
"Yea, Buck, why dont you go drug her again so you can fuck her.?" Steve asked. Bucky stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw ticking before he turned and swung his right fist into Steve's face.
"Dont fucking talk about her again," Bucky said, looking down at Steve. He went back to her and they left to the gym. Steve got up, looking around the room as everyone quickly went back to what they were doing. He decided that maybe a gym session was in order.
The team had all gathered in the gym to watch the two super soldiers duke it out. Y/n had tried and failed to separate them a few times and now had to watch. They had been going for about 27 minutes before Bucky stepped away. Steve looked ready to keep going, but the look in his friends eyes stopped him.
"Enough, Steve," he said, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
"Why him.?" Steve asked Y/n, looking past Bucky at her.
"Because he makes me feel wanted," she said, her arms wrapped around herself. Bucky looked at her, his eyes soft. "He makes me feel human, again." She said, looking right at him. Steve glared between the two.
"You know what, you two are made for each other." He spat before he left the gym. Bucky walked over to Y/n and pulled her into a kiss. She could taste the blood in his lip, but she didn't really care.
Her body shook against the tile of the locker room shower. His metal hand covered her mouth, keeping her moans in as he rutted his hips into her. Her walls clenched around him as she came for the 4th or 5th time during their secret shower session.
"Keep you voice down, doll, someone might walk in and hear you," he whispered, his hips snapping up against hers. Her ass was pressed firmly against him, him watching it jiggle with each thrust. Bucky hadn't stopped his movements, not faltering for a second.
"Ja-james.. i-i ca-can't.." she gasped out.
"Yes you can, darlin," he whispered in her ear. His hips rocked against hers in such an inhuman pace as he hit that spot deep in her core, her body shivering with pleasure as he brought her to another climax. "Good girl, just like that," he whispered. Her hips rocked against his in perfect rhythm. "Youre so beautiful, darlin, such a perfect pussy for me," he whispered against her neck. His flesh hand wrapped around her abdomen, holding her hips against his as his metal hand moved to the shower wall beside her head for leverage.
Her hands moved from the wet tile to reach back and hold his upper thighs as he pounded into her. "Fuck, doll, you take me so well. So perfect for me," he praised moving his hands to hold her hips. Her hands shot back uo to the tile as he ramed into her core, definitely leaving bruises on her cervix before he came inside of her. She pressed her hips into his, pushing him deeper into her as he slid his arms around her waist. "That's it, baby, so beautiful, so perfect" he whispered, peppering kissed on her neck and shoulder before slowly pulling out. He held he up while her knees wobbled, helping her wash up under the still warm water.
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! Torture, PTSD, trauma, P in V, Oral (F reciving), SA!, language
Y/n didn't always live on Asgard, she was born a witch on midga- Earth. Her mother was lost at birth, leaving her to be raised by her aunt. Until one day, she met a raven haired sorcerer. He was reading a Latin book of poetry under her tree in the park. Loki was his name. they instantly had a connection, talking all day and night. For almost a year and a half, he would often visit Earth to see her. They would spend many days and nights together; laughing, joking, cuddling, and even fighting.
Then, one day, he invited her to Asgard. She accepted the offer, being fitted with her own gowns and dresses. Frigga welcomed the young witch with open arms, even after having just met her. She treated her as a daughter, teaching her magic alongside Loki. Y/n was given her own room and was free to travel between Asgard and Midgard at will. She mainly left to earth when her and Loki fought.
Like they had only hours ago. So, there she sat, under her tree as the rain started. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, her arms around her middle as she thought back to his words.
"You know nothing! Not of this world or the rules, nor do you care! You shouldn't be here if you can't learn your place!"
Y/n spoke up in front of Odin, giving her thoughts on who should be king. Odin wasn't pleased to hear her diminish his eldest son's capabilities, despite the fact that she was only voicing her opinion. He gave Loki a disapproving look before waving them off. The screaming could be heard down the halls of the great palace.
After the last words left Loki's lips, her hand made contact with the side of his face. He stood there shocked as she stormed out and went to the bifrost. It had been 4 hours since then, and to make it better, it was down pour raining. She sighed, lifing her dress from the ground and started her way back to her old place. As she was walking through the trees, she saw a figure in the distance. A cold feeling rushed over her, and an arrow whizzed by her head. Hunters!
"Shit!" Y/n muttered. She turned on her heel and ran the other way. She could hear them getting close to her and ran into the woods. After gaining distance, she climbed a nearby tree before creating multiple illusions of herself, running off in different directions. She leaned against the tree and waited before she saw a couple of them getting closer. She climbed down, slowly, before a sharp pain was in her side. She crumpled to the ground and saw one of them, standing over her.
"Die witch!" He shouted, but she blasted him away from her with magic. She scrambled to her feet and held her hand over the wound. The noise drew the others close, and she was back to running. Her side stung, and her feet began to get damaged by the woods. The sound of the hunters got quiet as she got closer to the tree. Y/n groaned and started to quickly make her way out of the woods. She had a lot of blood loss, her vision starting to become blurry. She saw someone in the distance, they turned to her and started shouting something. She couldn't understand it, though.
It was too muffled through the pouring rain and the ringing in her ears. She held her side as her feet hit the soft wet grass. The figure came closer, his face twisted with concern and worry. It was Loki, his eyes held regret. She fell into his open arms, warmth washing over her and the smell of ebony and books.
"Love, you're wounded!" Loki spoke, slowly and carefully lowering the two of them to the ground under the tree. It was almost strange, the rain seemed to stop around him. Then he placed his hand on the wound, a burning stinging feeling came at her side. She hissed in pain and gripped at his cape. "Shh, I know, but there is poison that I must get out before healing it."
"They were witch hunters." She whispered. He managed to heal her up with only a light scar left in his wake.
"Love, I'm sorry for my words. They were harsh." Loki whispered. "Please, stop running away from me," he asked, his voice quiet.
"Don't give me a reason to," she said, sitting up slowly. Loki pulled her against him.
"I love you," he whispered. She pulled back slightly and stared at him. She teared up and smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I love you too." She whispered in his ear. He made a noise before he stood up, picking her up with him.
"Come, love. Let us return home, " he said, carrying her bridal style. She nuzzled into his chest and smiled.
"You said it first." She giggled, looking at him.
"Of course," he said, matter of factly. She kissed his cheek, just as the rainbow colored lights pulled them up. When they got into the golden circle ball, Hiemdal nodded at the raven haired prince who was blushing. He set Y/n down and started walking toward the bridge.
"Odin has requested your presence in the great hall." Heimdal said without turning around. He gave her an annoyed look before walking down the bridge with her, holding hands nevertheless. When they got to the throne room, Odin sat there with a blank stare.
"So, you believe Thor isn't right for the throne? Do you believe Loki would be better?" Odin spoke, his gaze on Y/n.
"Yes." Y/n spoke, no hesitation in her voice. Loki looked at her, then his father.
"Is this because of your feelings-"
"Feelings have nothing to do with it. I know I don't have much say, but I have been here in Asgard long enough to see it. Thor doesn't think like a king, he thinks like a warrior. He thinks the solution to any problem in his wake is to fight, whereas Loki will think about where his actions will lead. He even has backup plans for his backup plans." Y/n spoke with conviction. She stared at Odin as she spoke. Loki couldn't help but feel proud. She had stood up to Odin not once but twice. No one before had dared even look differently at the all farther.
"I will take your words into consideration. Now, on to more important business. What is the plan for your future together?" Odin asked.
"Marriage is definitely the next planned step," Loki spoke up, glancing at Y/n with a smirk. She smiled at him and held his hand tight. Odin nodded in approval, his eyes holding that same look they always did.
"Very well, plans will be made." Odin dismissed the two of them, and they took their leave. Loki pulled Y/n close to his body, kissing her hard as soon as they were out of sight and earshot. She kissed back happily, wrapping her arms around him. He teleported them to his bedroom, where they cuddled all afternoon.
Loki stood in the center of the glass cage, his hands behind his back when he felt eyes on him. He smirked, tilting his head ever so slightly.
"There's not many people who can sneak up on me." He said.
"I could, if I tried. But I wasn't, so I didn't." Her voice was so familiar to him. He turned and saw here there. She wore a black skin tight jumpsuit, the lining a saphore blue. Her eyes met his, and he felt that flutter in his chest again. "Hello, Loki"
"Hello, my dear Y/n." He smirked at her. She went closer to the cage, standing just at the edge. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same. I was banished here, remember?" Y/n spoke, her voice turning cold and bitter. Loki straightened his shoulders. "I had nowhere else to go. It's been a rough few years here on earth"
"So you chose to work for the mortals?" Loki asked, squinting at her.
"With, I work with the humans," Y/n said. "When I want to." She added with a shrug and a slight smirk.
"Is that how you see it?" He said, his hands behind his back.
"That's how it is," she said. They looked into each other's eyes, his cold demeanor shattering. He had missed her dearly. "You look tired.." she whispered, her shoulders dropping.
"I am, love" he said softly.
"Taking over the world isn't easy," she said, rolling her eyes. He smirked at her and laughed lightly. She gently placed her hand on the glass, looking into his eyes. He hesitated, looking at her almost afraid, before he put his hand on the glass as well. A look of relief washed over her, and tears formed in her eyes.
"Love.." he whispered before an explosion rocked the ship. The lights went out and were replaced by red flashing lights. Y/n was thrown to the ground, her head hitting one of the bars on the side. She groaned before dragging herself to her feet, seeing the door of the cell opening.
Loki stepped out and was by her side in a second, pulling her into his arms. "I will always love you," he whispered in her ear. Before she could respond, she felt him spell her to sleep, her body going limp in his arms. When she woke, she saw Natasha leaning over her. She gasped and sat up fast.
"Where is he? Where did he go?" She asked. Natasha shook her head, standing. they were in Med Bay with Barton.
"He got away, Thor and Banner are MIA, and Fury wants to know the relationship between you and Loki." Nat said, helping Y/n off the ground.
"We were engaged," she said. "I was banished before the wedding." She added before walking past Nat.
"Where are you going?" Nat asked.
"To find him," Y/n responded. She left the hall, her head spinning. His last words stuck with her. Why would he just leave after that? She went to the gaping hole in the side of the ship and left out it.
Loki walked out on the landing area at Stark Tower, looking out at the chaos wreaking havoc on New York. But his feeling of false glory was about to be cut short.
"Loki!" Y/n called out to him. He turned to her, his face softening when their eyes met. "Stop this madness! This isn't you, love." she stepped closer to him, her hand out for him.
"I am a king!" He spoke, pulling away.
"I know you are, but not like this." Her voice was soft. "You are meant for so much better than this," she said. He turned to her, his eyes wide. She inhaled sharp before she leaped forward and shoved Loki to the ground just as a massive chitari came hurtling toward them. She threw up a blue shield over them in a haste, her eyes glowing sapphire before they met Loki's. He held her face gently and leaned up toward her, kissing her passionately and teleporting them away. Her shield fell, and she kissed him back hard, not realizing their current location.
"OK, guys, we get it." Tony said. Y/n sat up and saw they were in the stark living room, and she was straddling Loki's waist.
"Love, I need to fix this." Loki said and moved her off his lap. Y/n noticed a change in Loki from before and after the kiss, his eyes going from a sharp blue to a greenish blue. She got up and followed him fast.
"Not alone!" She grabbed his hand and turned him to her. Behind her, Tony was in his suit and Thor was next to him. "I'm not letting you go again," Y/n said. Loki looked into her eyes before pulling her into another kiss.
"Guys, alien invasion," Tony said. Y/n pulled away from the kiss.
"You're just jealous that your girl isn't here to give you a good luck kiss," Y/n said and smirked at him. "Hello again, Thor," she muttered before taking Loki's hand, her other hand glowing green with magic.
They joined up with the others later on, briefly explaining Loki and Y/n being engaged, and Loki now being there to help. The team couldn't help but notice the lack of scepter and malicious aura that previously came with the raven haired God.
They were quick to accept him being there, especially after he helped a few citizens to safety. Together, they defeated the hoard of aliens while selvig close the portal. While everyone gathered in start tower, Y/n took hold of Loki's hand. She pulled him to her and wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug.
"I love you, my king," she whispered, kissing his cheek. He smiled and wrapped his arms around the small of her back, pulling her close to him. He leaned into her neck, the familiar smell of hazelnut and flowers filling his nose.
"I missed you so much, love." He said.
"I missed you more, I kept trying to find your hidden paths too," Y/n said, smiling at him with tears in her eyes. He laughed and leaned into her, kissing her passionately. She kissed back gladly, giggling a bit from joy.
"So, when's the wedding?" Tony spoke up. Loki pulled back and glared at him.
"That's none of your dam -" Y/n covered Loki's mouth and gave Tony a look, her eyes glowing sapphire.
"You have your own concerns. Pepper is gonna have more work to do." Y/n gestured to the slightly destroyed and damaged Stark tower.
"Loki will be coming with me, back to Asgard," Thor stepped forward. Y/n stood in front of Loki, her hand glowing blue.
"You're not taking him away from me," she spoke.
"Then you will be joining him." Thor said.
"With all due respect, he did help us out," Tony said.
"With a problem, he started." Steve said.
"He killed 80 people in 2 days," Natasha spoke up.
"It wasn't his choice. We've all done things we were not proud of to survive. His mind was under the influence of the tesseract after going through a really hard time with his family. " Y/n spat, glaring at Thor and then the rest of them. "He is not going anywhere. He's mine." her eyes started glowing before a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.
"Calm down, love," Loki whispered in her ear. The team started talking amongst themselves before Thor spoke up.
"Then stay here until I return. I will find out what Odin wants done, " Thor said. After that, he left with the tesseract, and Loki was set up in a spare room across from Y/n's.
But her bed was where he lay now, his very naked fiancé on top of him as they made out. His hands touched every part of her he could, lighting her skin ablaze before he flipped them and removed his pants.
"I love you," he whispered before he entered her heat. His movements started slow, her cunt wrapping around him perfectly. Her nails found the skin on his back, digging into it as his movements got faster. Moans and grunts bounced off the wall, mixing with the squeaking of the bed.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper into her as his knees moved onto either side of her ass. He was practically pounding into her, the sound of skin on skin contact mixing with the other erotic noises of their passion. Her walls started clenching around him, his thrusts becoming more erratic as they both neared their end together. Loki filled her womb with his seed, kissing her hard. He pulled out slowly and laid next to her, her head making its way to his chest.
"I love you too," she said, looking up at him. He smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head. They fell asleep moments later, their bodies tangled together.
Loki was woken by singing coming from the adjoining bathroom. He smiled. He missed her voice, but in that moment, he realized just how much. He slid out of the bed and moved toward the sound of her voice, leading to a heated shower session.
After that, they cleaned up and got ready to face the avengers. Y/n wore high waisted black pants and a blue top while Loki dressed in his casual asgardian clothes. When they walked into the main room, they were all there. Thor included.
"Done already?" Tony said, raising an eyebrow.
"You don't know when we started. He has great stamina. " Y/n shot back. Loki smiled and kissed her neck slightly.
"Sleep isn't much of an issue either." He said. Everyone either looked impressed or embarrassed, and Tony raised his hands.
"Forget I said anything. Moving on."
"I talked to Odin, I explained the tesseract's influence and everything Lady Y/n said." Thor said, stepping forward. "Odin believes that you should stay here to restore the damage you created before returning home." He said.
"Returning?" Y/n questioned.
"What?" Loki asked.
"So, he's gonna join the team? Fix New York, help the tower.." Tony said. Y/n glared at him before zapping him with blue magic
"He is a GOD. Not your MAID. The tower is your shit to deal with Stark." Y/n spoked, her eyes glowing.
"Tony, seriously. Stop passing off the witch, " Bruce said. "Y/n, you trust Loki?"
"With my life," Y/n said instantly, her eyes going normal.
"Thor, do you trust him?" Steve asked.
"I do. I believe what Lady Y/n has said as well." Thor said.
"Then he will work with us to restore New York," Steve said. After that, things went smoothly.
It was around 6, maybe 7 and a half months before New York was restored. They had a few new additions to the team as well; Bucky, the Maximoff Twins, and the spider boy. Wanda was like Y/n's best friend, both having a shared traumatic past with their magic. Loki would find company with Bucky but mingled with everyone eventually.
Things changed one particular night. The night Tony threw a party for Loki. The night the truth was revealed. Y/n stood in her bathroom, shaky hand holding the burning curling iron close to her face. Tears brimmed her eyes as the memories flooded back to her.
Wanda walked ahead of Y/n through the dark corridor of the old hydra base. There was the sound of shuffling, and Y/n turned towards the empty hall next to her. She walked down it, darkness surrounding her. She gasped and felt someone grab her throat. The touch burned, and Y/n's scream was caught in her throat.
"Little witches should really learn their place," the man said. He slammed her down on the ground, her head hitting hard. "Under my boot," he said, pressing his shoe to her neck. She shot magic at the man and got up, only for there to be two, three, four. He was multiplying. Her eyes went wide, and she tried to conjure up her magic before she felt hands.
Rough, hard, calloused hands grabbing and touching any and every part of her. She had no time to react, no time to fight. He was quickly overpowering her, her only protection being torn away inch by inch. Her pale skin was getting exposed to the cold air. There was the flash of red and a gunshot before the man was gone. Bucky and Wanda came over to Y/n, Wanda helping her up.
She lay on the ground, beaten and bruised, cut and scratched. Her suit was practically shreds, leaving her in her undergarments. She wrapped herself in a spare jumpsuit and made both of them promise not to tell Loki. She then used magic on her to hide the bruises and cuts.
Y/n jumped when she felt the pain on the side of her head. She dropped the curling iron, clanging to the counter with a loud crash. She hissed in pain and looked at the burn on the side of her head.
"Love, are you- love?" Loki came over and turned her to him. She looked into his eyes and gasped. She pulled away fast, her arm hitting the still hot curling iron. The shock from the pain caused her illusion to fall. Loki looked at all the hand shaped bruises on her arms. "Who did that?" he asked. Her eyes met his, and tears started falling.
"I..uh. he.." she started breathing hard, her head spinning. Loki pulled her into his chest, rubbing her back.
"Shh. I'll make him pay, love. I'll make him pay for hurting my queen." He whispered. She gripped his shirt tight, hiding her face in his chest. "He won't hurt you again." Loki whispered. He waved his hand over her body and healed her bruises and cuts. She confessed it all to him, what that man did to her, before he calmed her.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," she whispered, looking down as she fixed her sapphire lace dress. Loki lifted her face.
"Do not fret love, I understand. He will pay for it, " he said the last part with a mischievous glint in his eye. She smiled at him and kissed him hard.
"Now my king, you have a party in your honor." She said, using magic to fix her makeup and hair. He smiled at her and offered her his arm. She wrapped her arms around his, lacing their fingers together before they left for the party. The Avengers were already scattered through the crowd of people, but Wanda still made her way to Y/n.
"You look amazing!" She said. She was in a black and red corset cocktail dress.
"Thank you, you do too." Y/n told her.
"You and I need to speak," Loki said to Wanda. She looked at Y/n, who looked away before nodding. She hugged Y/n tight before stepping aside. Loki kissed her cheek, telling her he would be right back before the two went to talk. Y/n sighed and went and sat at the bar where Natasha was.
"I need a drink." Y/n sat down and put her head down.
"Loki found out about the mission?" Bucky asked, sitting next to her.
"Yep," Y/n said.
"What happened on that mission?" Nat asked. Y/n shook her head before slamming the shot that Nat poured her.
"More" she said, looking down at the bar.
"Hey, what's a fine little thing like you doing, drinking all alone?" A drunk brunette male came up to Y/n, plopping in the seat next to her. She gave him a side glance before scoffing.
"Fuck off" she spat.
"Aw, come on, sweetie. Let me buy you a drink." He said.
"I drink free here" she said, raising an eyebrow. The man was persistent, tho, putting his hand on her thigh. Her eyes went sapphire, before Bucky came over broke the man's wrist. He screamed out in pain and fell over on the ground.
"She said no, asshole," he said. Y/n turned back to him, her eyes normal.
"Thank you, Buck," she said. He nodded at her before going back to his seat and ordering another beer.
When Loki returned, saw the man and heard the story, promptly broke the man's hand on the same broken wrist before tossing him out. Quite literally. By the time he officially returned to Y/n's side, she was 4 shots in and barely buzzed. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to the dance floor. She resisted a bit, but he got her to start dancing. It felt like it was just them in the room. The music and the feel of Loki's hands in her hips were enough to calm her. She started letting loose, the alcohol taking effect as they swayed together to the music. After a while, Y/n parted from loki, needing to get a drink. He pulled her in for a deep and hard kiss before letting her leave. He went over to where Thor and Bucky were standing. Y/n saw next to Wanda at the bar, reaching back and grabbing a bottle of wine.
"So, you guys are gonna get married, right?" Wanda asked. Y/n laughed and looked over at Loki.
"Yes, we've been talking about it recently." Y/n smiled, her cheeks going red. "Around summer, actually," she giggled.
"Ooh. Where?" Wanda asked excitedly.
"The park we first met at. Under our tree, " she told her. She looked over at Loki to see some blonde with her hands all over him. "Be right back." Y/n said before she got up and walked over to Loki. His eyes met her and he looked relieved, before the blonde was pulled away from him. "Hey there, love," Y/n said, pressing her lips to his in a hard kiss. He pulled her against his body by her hips, kissing back feverishly. The blonde got the hint, and left, and after that, no one bothered the two.
"Alright, alright, name something you can ride," Tony said. The Avengers had gathered for the after party and were playing some 20 questions like game.
"Bike," Natasha said.
"Horse," Steve responded.
"Loki," Y/n smirked. Everyone looked at her while Loki just smiled. He was in one of the love seats, her sitting with her legs over his lap.
"Oh God no." Tony said
"Oh, God yes," Loki countered. There were more laughs and jokes throughout the group. When Loki and Y/n left, the rest of the team eventually left, too.
True to their word, when the leave started falling was when the wedding planning started. Y/n had a long deep v neck halter gown with hints of blue at the bottom. Loki had a black tuxedo suit with an emerald green vest and tie. The final preparations were getting put into place when she found out. Wanda walked into Y/n's room to find her throwing up into the toilet.
"Oh my! Are you ok?" She asked, kneeling by her side and pulling her hair back.
"Yea, I am." Y/n told her. "We both are," she said, a hand on her tummy. Wanda gasped and hugged her, squealing happily.
"Does Loki know?" Wanda asked.
"Does Loki know what?" Loki came into the bathroom and was by Y/n's side in a second. Y/n smiled at him before putting his hand on her stomach. He stared at her confused before he felt it, the small heartbeat in her stomach. "You're pregnant? With my child?" He asked.
"Our child," she corrected him. He teared up and smiled at her, pulling her close to him. Suddenly, the alarm went off, signaling there was an emergency. Loki helped Y/n up and followed Wanda out, going to the meeting room.
"There are enhanced attacking Queens, Spiderman is there now doing recon, we need all hands on board," Steve said. Loki was about to protest, but Y/n covered his mouth before using magic to change into her suit.
"I'll be ok, I have you, Wanda, and myself for protection." Y/n telepathed to him. He held her hand, looking into her eyes, before he changed to his Asgardian armor. Moments were in the quinjet, flying out to Queens. Y/n cast a protection charm over her baby before leaving the ship after Loki. He smiled at her when he noticed before he got into fighting mode. She stayed beside Wanda, both using their magic together against the enhanced.
"Little witchhh," a voice called. Y/n froze, her heartbeat speeding up. Wanda was busy with a group, and she couldn't see Loki. She raised her hands in front of her, her magic glowing. He stepped closer, no wait, there were two of him. Every step was a new him. Y/n shot a blast at him, but it only took out maybe 2. "Little witch is gonna die," he said before grabbing her throat. She choked before breaking his hand with her magic. She backed away fast, only to hit against a solid chest, relief washing over her when he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Is this the man, love?" Loki asked her. She nodded, and he moved her behind him. Loki stepped forward to the enhanced and broke his leg. The others disappeared in an instant as he went down. "You touched my queen?" Loki asked, his voice dark.
"You mean the witch? Oh yeah, I violated her," the enhanced laughed, and then he dared spit at Loki's feet. Loki chuckled, but it was a dark, menacing chuckle that made the man's face go white. While Loki dealt with him, Y/n rejoined Wanda's side. She used her magic to the fullest, her eyes going sapphire much like Wanda's red ones. Y/n noticed that she felt stronger, stronger than before the life in her stomach grew.
When Loki rejoined her side, there were blood splatters on his armor and his hands and on his face. There was this glint in his eyes, and Y/n couldn't help herself as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him hard. He groaned, kissing back and pulling her against him. They kept it short, considering the situation at hand, and helped the team defeat the rest of the enhanced. Tony was the first to comment on the blood. Loki only smiled when questioned before wrapping his arms around Y/n. He sat with her on his lap and his hand on her stomach. He noticed something, though.
There were two heartbeats in side her womb.
"Twins," he whispered in her ear. She smiled wide and bit her lip.
"We have to tell the team." She said, "Tonight." He nodded and held her close. When they got back to the tower, they gathered for a debrief. Before everyone left, Y/n called them all back. "We have an announcement." She said, Loki standing next to her. "We're pregnant," she giggled.
"Woah, that is wonderful news, brother! You will be an excellent father." Thor patted Loki on the back.
"You can't fight while you have another life inside you." Steve said.
"I agree with capsicle on this" Tony said.
"As do i," Loki added.
"I know, I know. Just one last mission." Y/n pleaded.
"What is it, love?" Loki asked.
"Our wedding," she smiled at him.
Loki stood in his suit under the tree, fixing his tie for the 5 or 6th time in the last 10 minutes. His heart was pounding in his ribcage.
"Brother relax, your ner-" Thor was cut off by the music playing. It was an organ played tune that mixed Asgardian and Midgardian bridal songs together. She was walking next to her maid of honor, Wanda, with a sheer lace veil. Her bouquet was made from green peonies and blue roses.
Loki dropped his hands to his sides as she walked down the aisle. He remembered the first time he'd seen her, storming up to him for daring sit under her tree. Now here she walked, with a smile, to be his. His hand reached out to her, her arm un-wrapping from Wanda's, before her hand slid perfectly into his hand.
"Dearly beloved." Vision started. "We are gathered here today." Loki looked at Y/n. Even though the veil, her eyes were beautiful.
So many centuries ago, they met under this very tree. A lifetime for mortals, and they still had more to go. The vows spoke declared, faith, trust, and love. Devotion and care, through hel and back, together.
"You may kiss the bride." Vision said. Loki lifted the veil, gently taking her face before kissing passionately.
It's times like this when my heart is heavy, and I just wanna cry where I really wish you were real. I imagine how you would hold me and whisper its ok, how you would tell me that you won't let them hurt me anymore and that you will be there. That they aren't worth my tears. I wish you could take the pain away, Bucky. Just call me your doll or your darlin and hold me while I cry because doing it alone it so hard.
Dark! Bucky Barnes x Widow! reader and Dark! Mean! Steve Roger's x Widow! Reader Poll.
So, I want to write a story about Dark! Bucky being protective and possessive of the reader with some added aggressive and mean Dark! Steve Rogers, where bucky saves her from him, then shows her how a real man acts. Would anyone read it.?
Summary: Jealousy. Card games. And the best seat possible, somehow you always end up in the bikers lap.
Wordcount: 2.4k
Warnings: smut! unprotected p in v, cockwarming, teasing, praises, jealousy, public sex
Authors Note: Biker Bucky has such a big place in my heart, so it’s only fair he gets the first fic on here! Shout out to @buckytakethewheel for beta reading. Divider made by @/saradika-graphics.
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Loud music booms through the dark bar. Only the purple light behind the bar and the dimmed lights around the room brighten it up enough to be able to see but still feel comfortable and cozy.
The air is thick from all the cigarette smoke, mixed with a note of alcohol that lingers in the room.
The bar is warm, almost too warm to be comfortable without sweating your ass off. And yet, no one cares to open the door to let in some cool air.
No one cares about the thickness in the room. So used to the smells, to the smoke and the sweat.
“‘Nother!” Bucky says with a grin as he slams the empty glass of his whiskey onto the countertop of the bar. “‘S my favorite when you make ‘em, cookie.”
You roll your eyes at his words. He’s always so silly when he comes to the bar while you work.
At first no one believes that this big, beefy guy is able to smile. Even Jake, another bartender working at the bar always flinched when the broody man walked in, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his black-inked arms.
But with you, Bucky is somehow soft like a puppy — they thought for no reason. Until they found out about your little secret.
James Barnes, known as the leader of the White Wolfs. While he’s not only the leader of the bikers, he also owns the bar you work at — and he owns one other thing too.
One thing they didn’t know he owned — you. His cookie.
You pull the glass closer to you, grabbing the bottle of whiskey to pour him another drink of the night.
Before you place his glass in front of him again, you add a juicy, red cherry to the edge of his glass.
Usually there is no cherry. But he's always joking around about the sweetness of the drinks you make. Even when you only pour whiskey and nothing else into his glass.
“See, now I gotcha secret,” he mutters, taking the glass before he plops down on one of the high stools at the bar.
You chuckle and turn away to prepare another drink for another customer.
“Y’know it ain't nice to turn away from the guy talking to you,” Bucky pouts, bringing his glass to his lips before he takes a big sip of the whiskey.
A low hum rumbles through his lips when he swallows. His tongue darting out to lick across his lips and lick away the remaining liquid stuck to his plump lips.
“You know I have to work, Buck,” you mutter, smiling at the young girl you hand the drink to before tilting your head and looking at your boyfriend. “Why don’t you go play cards with Steve and the others?”
Bucky huffs like you offended him. Literally offended him. He brings his inked hand up to wipe a bit of spit from the corner of his lips.
“Nothing’s as beautiful as my cookie,” he mutters. “And I have to keep an eye on what’s mine with all these guys around."
You don’t miss the small hint of possessiveness in his steel blue eyes. Your heart flutters when his features darken, he’s somehow even hotter with the dark edges to his handsome face.
Bucky huffs once more, his eyes boring into yours for a moment. The tension that builds between the two of you goes straight to your panties, making you clench your thighs tighter together.
“A beer, please,” a rough voice interrupts the moment when your head snaps in the young man’s direction.
Just like you, Bucky’s focus turns to the man too, his eyes narrowing when he notices the way too sly smirk on the guy's face.
“If you want a beer go to a fucking shop, dickhead. Comin’ in a bar and ordering beer like a fuckin’ teenager,” Bucky growls more to himself than to any of you, but the man catches it anyway.
“What did you say, man?” He huffs, puffing his chest to try and intimidate Bucky. To no use, Bucky’s not one to be dominated or intimidated by him.
Bucky ignores him, taking a sip from his glass. His eyes, however, bore into the man’s, trying to make him shrink and back away under his cold stare.
“I'm talking to you, bro,” the young man tries again, tilting his head at Bucky.
Your boyfriend grunts in amusement, not even trying to hide the smirk that forms on his face.
“Watcha trying here, man?” Bucky mocks, pretending to puff out his chest like the guy. You know if he wanted to he just needed one step closer to the guy and he would run out.
But Bucky loves the cat and mouse games. He loves to play with his prey before he catches it.
And as much as you love these games, they are no fun between two men who are about to jump on one another.
Even though you’re pretty sure the man wouldn’t even consider anything but a run if Bucky would flex his muscular arms or get off the stool he's sitting on.
You rush around the bar, grasping a beer on your way to push into the guy's hands and slot yourself between the two of them.
With your back to the stranger and your front to Bucky, you put your small hand on his firm chest. Fingers curling around the tight shirt he’s wearing.
Bucky’s eyes snap down to you, softening just a tad as he watches your soft features.
“He’s not worth it, Buck. He just wants a beer. He got his beer now, good?” You ask softly, stroking your thumbs along the muscles of his chest.
He huffs but nods.
You know he doesn't want to let this go that easily, but arguing with you is even worse.
“Fine!” He growls, relaxing in his seat before he downs the rest of his whiskey.
Bucky’s blue eyes are still narrowed, his lips in a thin line but he doesn’t say anything, instead he watches you handle the situation.
You turn to face the man behind you, smiling softly at him.
“Excuse my boyfriend. He’s quite passionate about alcohol. The beer is for free, enjoy your evening,” you say, watching the guy's sly smirk return before he stalks away from the bar.
“He doesn't have taste at all. And I don't like that he grinned,” Bucky growls, earning a soft chuckle from you.
He can be such a sweetheart if he wants. Maybe a bit of a menace too.
“You can’t try to fight with everyone because of their choice of drink, Buck. And especially not because of his smile,” you mutter with a warm smile.
A smile only for him. No one else gets such a warm smile, your eyes crinkling at the corners and lips curling until they can almost reach your ears.
Bucky's calloused hands find their way to your waist, pulling you back between his spread legs. His head resting against your shoulder when he exhales loudly.
“I know. But I hate it when they smile at what’s mine,” he whispers, pressing his lips against your shirt with a hum.
“And that’s why you’re either in the office or playing with the others,” you chuckle, knowing well enough why both of you always keep a bit of distance.
Or try to until Bucky can’t help himself. Mostly after a few rounds of card games he sneaks away, seeking your closeness.
“But that’s so far away,” he whines, interlacing his tattooed fingers with yours and holding them against his stomach.
He hums softly, kissing along your shoulder toward your neck. You shiver in his grasp, leaning further into him.
“I have to work, Buck,” you chuckle, thumbs stroking over the black ink on the back of his thick hands.
“Ain’t see anyone needin’ your attention right now,” he mutters, sucking the skin of your neck between his lips to leave a soft mark of ownership there. “Except me.”
You hum, knowing he’s right. Before you can answer you hear Sam’s voice roaring through the bar, getting your and Bucky’s attention.
“Get a room, Wolf,” he laughs, earning a sharp glare from your boyfriend and a pat on his shoulder from Steve. “Or maybe you take her on your bike.”
Your mouth gapes when your eyes widen. How does he know about it?
It was one time and it wasn’t even that it was in the back alley behind the bar.
Bucky growls under his breath, his shoulders tense when he watches Sam and Steve snickering about it.
“Dickhead. Had to tell Sam it after he heard those pretty moans of yours,” Bucky huffs.
You know he didn’t only hear your moans but also Bucky’s dirty talk, his praise and his groans.
“If ya use us as personal pornstars you better pay for the watch,” Bucky jokes, getting off the stool.
His thick arms are still wrapped around you, lifting you up effortlessly as you dangle in his arms. He mutters under his breath, walking to the corner of the bar where Sam and Steve sit.
Bucky plops down on his seat, pulling you into his lap. His already thick bulge hardens underneath you, a soft whimper escapes your lips when you feel him wiggle you further on top of his growing dick.
Sam rolls his eyes playfully, placing cards in front of the three men. Steve laughs, watching you wiggle in Bucky’s lap.
You huff when you notice Jake’s voice behind you at the bar. You’re glad he’s there so Bucky can just sneak you away from the bar.
“Do you really want me to sit here and watch you play cards?” You laugh, leaning into Bucky’s firm chest.
He grumbles behind you, his warm breath fanning against your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin.
“Do you have better plans, cookie?” Bucky muttered, raising an eyebrow as he picks up the cards in front of him. “Who's telling me which cards I should play if not you?”
You giggle, wiggling slightly onto his lap, his hard cock straining underneath his pants, pressing perfectly between your butt cheeks.
Bucky groans behind you, sorting his cards in his hand. You point at two cards to place them on the other side of his hand before you tap another three and then toward the table.
He does as you say before he watches the others play their cards, humming with a grin when he notices he has the best cards on the table.
“Good girl,” he rumbles into your shoulder, his tattooed fingers digging into your thigh.
High enough to make you squirm but not enough to help the ache between your spread thighs.
“Bucky,” you whisper, leaning your head onto his shoulder to wiggle your hips down and closer to his hand.
With a grunt he stops your movements, pulling you back to where you sat before — seated on his rock-hard cock, only your pants in between the two of you.
“Be good,” he rumbles into your neck, placing some cards of his on the table before he curls his fingers around your waist to keep you exactly where he wants you to stay.
Sam and Steve chuckle at you, they don’t care about Bucky’s glares. Not when they are able to tease you and Bucky like they always do.
“Bucky,” you whine, hoping he will finally let you move enough to get off with his fingers.
“Yeah, Bucky,” Sam teases, grinning at your wiggling form on Bucky’s lap. “Give your girl what she’s asking for.”
With a roll of his eyes Bucky places his cards on the table — to your surprise, all of them. Before you can ask or even wonder, he lifts you off his lap.
You stumble an inch before you whip around to glare at Bucky. That’s not what you asked for, idiot!
You huff, about to walk away when his thick fingers curl around your waist, hands placed flat on your stomach as he pulls you back.
"Not so fast, Cookie,” he laughs as you hear the belt buckle of his behind you. “You begged for it, who am I to deny my girl.”
Your eyes widen when Bucky unzips his pants, his free hand reaching underneath the fabric of his pants. He pulls his cock out, revealing it to every pair of eyes that might be on you.
“BUCKY!” You shriek, stepping in front of him to shielf him.
Your boyfriend only laughs, rough and deep as he plops down again and taps his lap for you to take a seat.
“C’mon, take your seat,” he mutters with a grin, holding his leaning cock up for you to slide on top of him if wanted - or he makes you if you think about it too much.
You swallow before moving to sit down on his lap again. But instead of sinking down on his cock, you’re about to sit just on his thighs.
“Nah, further, cookie,” he chuckles, pulling you further back until he’s able to push your panties with his thick fingers to the side and press his big cock against your leaking entrance. “So wet for me. Now sit.”
You moan when the thick head of his cock breaches your tightness. Even with the amount of arousal dripping out of you, he’s always a stretch.
“Good girl,” Bucky breathes into your neck, watching your pussy swallow much of his cock until your ass is pressed against his pelvis. “Feeling like a warm fucking vice, gripping my cock like you never want to let go, cookie.”
You hum, your pussy fluttering around his cock at his praises. You slump back against him, enjoying the stretch of his cock, the way he twitches inside of you while you warm him.
“Good, so, what card should I play, baby?” He chuckled, watching your flushed expression and the way you try hard to focus while you just want to ride his cock. “If we win the game, I’m giving you what you want.”
You moan, pointing at one of the cards, then at another. And once the round is done, you're sure he’s going to fuck you, over the table, on top of the cards, no matter if he wins or not. Bucky's going to ruin your pussy, and you will gladly let him.
“These are good,” you mutter, rolling your hips slightly to make him groan lowly into your ear.
“Brat,” he grumbles with no real sharpness, only amusement. “You’re in for a spanking, cookie. Yeah, you like that, don't you. Having my hand printed on that pretty ass of yours, my slutty little girl.”
Summary: you thought it was over. Then he came knocking on your door at midnight.
Warnings: angst, post break up, a desperate kiss
WC: 449
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The knock at your door came just after midnight. You almost didn’t answer. You’d told yourself you were done—done hoping, done waiting, done looking for shadows shaped like him on your fire escape. But still… your feet moved on their own anyway.
When you opened the door, Bucky stood there. Soaking wet, hoodie clinging to his chest, eyes tired and burning. Like he hadn’t slept. Like he hadn’t stopped thinking about you either. As if he hadn't breathed a scent of fresh air since he left you.
You swallowed, holding back tears from the moment he stepped in your doorway. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I know.”
Raindrops slid down his hair, across his cheekbones. He looked like regret incarnate. And somehow, just the sight of him shattered every bit of resolve you’d built in the months since he left.
“You said you wanted space,” you whispered. “So I gave it to you.”
“I didn’t know space would feel like suffocating,” he said quietly.
Your fingers curled into your sleeves. “What do you want, Bucky?”
He stepped forward, just enough for the porch light to catch in his eyes. “Tell me you don’t still think about me,” he said, voice trembling. “I dare you.”
Your breath caught. The words hit like a fist to the stomach.
“Tell me you don’t still wake up wishing it was me in your bed. That you don’t still see me in the corner of every room you walk into. Tell me you’ve moved on. Tell me I didn’t wreck you the way you wrecked me.”
You opened your mouth. But nothing came out. Just silence. Just the sound of rain, and your heartbeat crumbling beneath your ribs.
“I—I tried,” you whispered, voice breaking. “I tried so hard.”
His face twisted with something raw. “Me too.”
You looked at him then, really looked. Not the Winter Soldier. Not the man in a war he didn’t ask for. Just Bucky. Heart open. Hands shaking. Terrified.
“I still think about you every goddamn day,” you said. “I still reach for you in my sleep.”
Bucky stepped closer. Close enough that his breath mingled with yours. “Then let me fix it,” he begged, voice wrecked. “Please. Let me try.”
You didn’t know who leaned in first.
But when your lips met his, it wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was grief and longing and too many nights apart.
And when you finally pulled back, forehead pressed to his, your tears mixed with the rain.
“I never stopped loving you,” you confessed.
He let out a broken laugh, holding your face like you were the only thing left keeping him upright. “Then don’t let go.”
Two pairs of loafers, one man's and one female's. A black belt. Haphazardly discarded scarf. A leather skirt, the zipper barely undone.
"I'm sorry, why is there a trail of clothes heading to the elevator?" Tony questioned the entire group on the main level. "Tony, that question should be asked in your direction." Nat countered. "Well, obviously, since I'm the one asking, I'm not the cause." He argued then looked around. "No..." he nodded towards Nat, "no," towards Bruce, "definitely not." He pointed to Steve. "We're missing some humans." He then added. "Tony-" Steve sighed. "I just want to make sure whoever made the mess... cleans it up."
There was soft padding of socked feet on the stairs.
Quietly, you grabbed your disregarded clothes in your oversized sweatshirt and cotton shorts. "Not my first guest," Tony admitted. "Had some fun last night, did we?" Nat asked with a smirk. Heat grew to your cheeks. You stumbled on your words, "I...it was... really warm in here last night...and-" You pulled your skirt and shoes up to your chest, "I'm bringing these back to my room." You nearly spirited back up the stairs.
The whole team then stared at the remaining pair of shoes and belt. "Friday! Tell me who's shoes these are."
~~~
A "family dinner" was announced by Steve in the group chat not but a half hour after you left the main living space.
You sat at the dining table feeling like an angsty teen. You looked down at your plate and picked at it, just an attempt to avoid eye contact with anyone, especially him.
Steve softly nudged your elbow and lowered his head to just meet your eyes. "You okay?" His voice so soft. A brief nod and a quirk of a corner of a lip was all he got in return. "It's not a bad thing. We've all done - " He met your eyes again, realized what he was actually spoken about, and cleared his throat and started to feel cumbersome situation as well. "Yes, dad, I know," you teased him in a mere whisper. Steve really was like a parent to you on the team. You glanced upward with your eyelashes to the man you thought the opposite of and quickly brought them to your plate.
"I have a missing pair of men shoes found in the living room today." Tony simply announced as if it happened on an everyday occurrence. He pulled them out from the floor by his chair. "Anyone want to claim them?" You wanted to melt under the table. "I mean, I already know who they belong to, but I just wanted to see if you'll volunteer to grab them first." Glances were exchanged, and "not me" were muttered between the table. He stood.
At that moment, Bucky stood up and grabbed the shoes from Tony's grasp. "Oh, don't forget this either," he then bent down again to retrieve the belt, "need it to keep your pants on, Barnes."
Steve turned towards back to you with speed that would've given the average man whip lash. A furry of emotions flew through you at the identical speed. You tossed your napkin on your plate, glared at Tony, and quickly left the table. To the elevator, up to your room, and when the door closed behind you, you slid down it. Utterly defeated and ashamed. Now, Bucky will never want to see you again. That's what you get.
You hid your face in your knees and only wanted to go back to last night where there was only utter bliss before, during, and after the miscellaneous clothing scattered.
A soft knock interrupted your tears and dreams. "Go away!" You yelled. "It's just me," Steve replied, and you could tell his dad tone was getting stronger. You ignored him and stayed exactly where you were. "Tony shouldn't have done that. I thought he wasn't going to -" he sighed as you just felt more humiliated. "C...can you come out or let me in?" His voice polite and desperate in wanting to help you. You wanted nothing from him. When there once again no response, "I...find me when you want to talk." His footsteps descended.
You trudged yourself into your bed after a half hour. Another soft knock. An eye roll and a sigh were all you could manage back. No words came through, just another gentle knock. You wanted to yell but knew there was no point. Steve already tried to talk to you. Why is he trying again so soon?
The door opened. You curled deeper into yourself. A hand lifted the blanket, and a body joined you. At first, you flinched at the contact, but then relaxed when his scent hit your nostrils. "I'm sorry," you mumble to Bucky.
"Why are you apologizing?"
Your eyes fluttered open at his response. He looked content almost entirely relaxed. "I'm not sorry for what we did." He added, his body got closer to yours. You gazed into his blue eyes, words adrift from your head. His head dipped and your lips united.
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! Trauma, torture, kidnapping, guns, blood, death (not a major character)
Bucky rolled up his sleeves, not wanting to make his white sleeves dirty. He walked over to the little table where his.. things were laid out. He found a silver item, lifting it into his palm and turning to the man in the chair under the light.
"Walker thinks he can send some half ass gangster into my home, on my wedding night none the less, and thinks I won't send him a message.?" Bucky said, walking over to the frightened beaten man who struggled against the restraints. "You're lucky you didnt wake her up," Bucky said.
"Please, i- I won't tell him! I can work for you, please dont kill me," the man cried.
"Kill you.? You simply trusted the wrong man, no reason to loose your life," Bucky said.
"Buck," Steve said. He looked behind the man to see him standing there, a phone to his ear. "It's her, she.. sounds scared," Steve said. Bucky took the silver blade out, waving it in front of the mans face.
"Keep your mouth shut and you might walk out of here." He said, before walking over to where steve was. They switched, phone for blade, as Steve walked over to the man. "Hey, darlin, is everything ok.?"
"I woke up, and the window was wide open, you're gone, the doors locked, none of the lights work, and it 1 a.m., and i keep hearing shit. I swear if your penthouse is haunted, im hiring a priest." Y/n said into the phone. Bucky chuckled a bit. "This isn't funny. I've seen horror movies, ok.?"
"Trust me, doll, my place isn't haunted. I opened the window and then I had an emergency meeting. I will be home in 20 or 30 minutes." He said, an odd feeling fluttering in his diaphram.
"Good, you can help me hunt this ghost," she said. He smiled as she hung up before it was gone, turning back toward the others. Steve switched off again, Bucky looking at the man who looked like he had changed tactics.
"Ohh, so your wife doesn't know the truth about you.?" He said. "Poor little thing there all alone. How can you be sure I was the only one that Walker sent.?" Bucky glared at him, the silver of the blade disappearing into the mans thigh, missing the femeral artery. The man screamed out in pain.
"Who else did he send.?" Bucky asked calmly.
"Fuck you!" The man said.
"Wrong answer." Bucky looked at Steve, who already had his phone out.
"Sam is gonna check," Steve said, hanging up the phone. Bucky picked up another tool, this one was a clamp of sorts. Bucky walked over and strapped it to the man's hand.
"Now, if you don't tell me what I want to know, you will lose a finger," Bucky said. "Understand.?" The man nodded. "Good, now. How many men did Walker send.?"
Y/n was asleep on the couch when Bucky got back at 3 am. He found himself actually releasing a breath of relief. She woke up at the sound of the elevator and saw him walking in.
"Hey," she hummed.
"Hey, sorry I had to leave so suddenly," he said.
"Its ok, i understand," she said before yawning big, her arms over streached above head. He saw the bare skin of her lower abdomen and clenched his jaw. It might be hard to focus with her in his appartment for a year, but they were already this far.
What could possibly go wrong.?
Over the next month they had a couple of routines together. Like waking at 6 am and going for a run per her request. Then they would get coffee together and walk back before he had his first meeting. Then most lunch breaks were spent with her, unless he had a late meeting and had to skip. If that happened, he made sure to order her something. Then came the day for him to meet her family.
"Look, they can be a little.. out there from time to time." She said as he drove into the little neighborhood.
"Believe me, I've delt with worse," he said, smiling at her. There was already a mass of kids and parents on the front yard. Bucky pulled into an open spot and looked at her to see her nervously tapping. "Hey, you ok.?"
"Yeah, just.. super excited to deal with my family." She said, overly sarcastic. He slid his hand into hers, her eyes meeting his as he smiled.
"Its ok, darlin. I'll be right here," he said. She smiled and they got out and headed toward the party. He had his hand in hers as they walked, the kids all paying them no mind. She sighed when they got to the door.
"Let's do this," she said. They walked in, and it wasn't nearly as crowded as he was expecting. "Aaron, where's mom.?"
"Hey, lil sis! Hey, the husband," Aaron said, his arm around her shoulder.
"You're drunk.?" She hissed.
"It's a party, sis, mom is in the back with Sarah." Aaron said.
"Sarah.?" Bucky asked, after Aaron slumped away to go to the couch.
"My little sister." She said. She led him to the kitchen, grabbing two red solos of punch and handed him one. "Kids party so, no booze unfortunately," she said. He smirked at her and pulled out a flask from the inside of his leather jacket.
"Would this work.?" He asked, smirking at her.
"You are right out of a book, aren't you.?" She asked as he poured some of the flask into their drinks.
"I wouldnt be so sure, doll," he said, his eyes locking with hers. God, she was pure innocence, a virgin with those soft doe eyes.. He wanted to taint her, but he couldnt. He wouldn't.
"Come on, my mom is super egar to meet you." She said, sipping her drink and humming. He followed her out, one hand on his drink and the other in hers. The two women talking were clearly related to y/n. One looked like an older version and the other a younger one.
"Mom, Sarah, this is James," she said, gesturing to him
"Right, the fake husband." Sarah said, judgment and disappointment evident on her face.
"The marriage is 100% real. Real contract, real ring." Bucky said, looking at her.
"Yea but do you love her.?" Sarah asked.
"Hush dear, give them time" her mother said. "It is wonderful to finally meet the man my daughter has been talking to me about," she said, shaking Buckys hand.
"All good things i hope," Bucky said, earning a laugh.
"Oh, not to worry! My daughter thinks very fondly of you," she said.
"Mama!" Y/n hissed. Bucky smiled at her, that flutter back in his chest. He had been feeling it a lot over the last month.
"Oh, hush," her mother said. "Anyway. Im Mary," she said.
"James," he said back. His arm found its way around Y/n's waist as the four of them talked and laughed. Bucky never imagined himself being so comfortable in such a domestic setting. But seeing her face, the way her eyes smiled and her cheeks were naturally dusted in pink..
"Hey, sorry im late, meeting ran late and then downtown traffic," a voice said. Bucky couldn't place the voice yet, but then his saw his face.
"It's ok, honey," Sarah said, giving him a kiss. "John, you remember my sister Y/n. This is her husband James," she said. John looked at him, and his eyes went wide in horror.
"Did you say.. husband.?" He asked. Bucky smiled wide at him, his metal hand extended.
"Yes, James Barnes. You're John..?" Bucky said, shaking John's hand.
"Walker." Sarah said when John didn't answer. John looked at her then at Y/n.
"Aunty y/n/n!" A small voice called. The girls turned their attention away. But the boys were locked in.
"Nathan!! Oh my goodness, you've gotten so big!" Y/n said, picking up the little boy. He was clearly John's son.
"I got good more grades for money!!" He said, his smile bright.
"Oh, I need to see a report card." Y/n said. John hadn't stopped looking at Bucky who walked behind y/n.
"Who's this.?" He asked, one hand on Y/ns hip.
"This is Nathan, my favorite nephew," she said with a smile.
"Her only nephew," Sarah corrected.
"Are you her boyfriend.?" Nathan asked, pointing at Bucky.
"Actually, I'm her husband." He said, looking at Y/n. Her eyes met his and she felt an odd warmth washing over her. Why did he smile at her like that.? Why did her heart flip when he did.? This was going to be a long year..
Bucky sat in the chair, seeing him sitting across from him. He was amused, knowing he was winning. Ever since his marriage to Y/n, Bucky had been taking back the town from Alexander Pierce. Walker was a gangster who owed both families a lot of money. Now, he sat across from him to negotiate for power. It was going so well..
"Look, Walker, you are living in my town. I own the bars you drink in, the hospital you go to, and the strip clubs you frequent. What would that darling wife of yours think if she knew how much money you spent on my girls.?" Bucky said, leaning across the table. John stood up fast.
"Your wife is fake! You have no idea what a real marriage takes!" He yelled.
"Now, my marriage to Y/n may be under contract, I've still learned more about her in the 4 months of marriage than you have your real wife of 5 years." Bucky said. "So, sit down."
"How many women have you slept with since being married to her then, huh.? Because she's a proud virgin, and not even you would break her." John said, challenging him. Bucky didn't understand why it bothered him so much, one of his enemies talking about his wife like that. But he kept his poker face, calm and collected.
"None, I'm a married man." Bucky said. John looked at him, his face red. He was losing this game, and he had one last card to play. One that could cost him everything if it fell through.
"This isn't over," he said before he left. Bucky was exceptionally bright during lunch, watching her as she talked about her day.
"Why are you staring at me like that.?" She asked, looking at him. He was leaning back in his chair, those blue orbs drawing her in.
"I just can't believe you've never been to Coney Island," he said, shaking his head. "I mean, you've lived in Brooklyn, what, your whole life.?" He said.
"Yeah, I mean, I just never.." she sighed and looked down. "I never wanted to go alone," she said with a shrug. His smile was gone and he sat up.
"We're changing that now," he said, pulling his phone out. Before she could ask what he meant, he was rising and talking to someone on the phone. "Wait here, darlin. I'm gonna pay and bring the car around." He said and walked out. Less then an hour later they were in line for admissions, her heart in her throat.
"I can't believe we're here." She whispered. He looked down at her and saw the light sparkle in her eyes, his breath catching in his throat. Fuck, what was she doing to him.?
The sun was high in the sky when they first started, trying all the rides they could. He took her on The Cyclone, The Brooklyn Flyer, The Tickler, Coney Tower, and The Seaside Swing. He even took her to the various rigged games and won her a little stuffed wolf. When the sun started getting low, they walked along the pier. His hands were in his pockets as she held that little white wolf.
"What a beautiful veiw!" She said, looking out at the sky. He, however, couldn't stop looking at her. She technically was his wife. The feeling he had should've been normal. But she wasn't his, not really. And yet...
"Yes, you are," he said. Her eyes met his and her cheeks warmed. He smiled down at her, leaning in and bringing a hand to the side of her face. "My wife," he whispered, before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. It was the first time they had shared a kiss since the wedding. But this was different..
This made her body weak, her head spin, her heart melt. She wanted his arms around her, and as if he read her mind, his hands slid around her back. The kiss got deeper, neither ready to pull away. When the lack of air was starting to make her head spin, she reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. His eyes were on hers, their breaths heavy.
"Take me home.?" She said.
The penthouse was quiet, save for the kitchen where laughter was rolling out. They had both showered, separately, and were now in their pajamas, making dinner at 9 30 at night. She giggled at him, a sound he found himself genuinely wanting to hear more of.
"I think my brother is warming up to you." She said with a giggle.
"Aaron definitely still hates me." He shook his head at her.
"That's just how he is, you should have seen his with John when him and Sarah got married." She said, stirring the noodles. Bucky leaned back against the counter, his arms crossed.
"Tell me about that, like how did she meet someone like him.?" He asked.
"Someone like him.?" She asked, looking at him. "You mean an accountant.?"
"Sure," he said with his lips in a tight line. She hummed a bit.
"Well, actually, she spilled her coffee in his lap and blamed him for it. He said he fell in love with her spark right then. But if you ask me, it was because he got her pregnant and didn't want his son to hrow up like he did." She explained. Bucky nodded a bit before he walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck at her shoulder. She turned towards him and brought him into a kiss. His hands held her hips, and their lips danced together. God, she tasted so sweet. Her fingers slid into his damp locks as he slid his hands under her thighs. Just before he could lift her up, they were rudely interrupted by Steve storming in.
"Buck, we have an emergency -" he stopped when he saw the two, Bucky reluctantly pulling away from her as she slipped behind him. Her face was red, and her body was hot.
"This better be life or death, Steve," Bucky said, an odd darkness to his tone that she hadn't recognized.
"It's uh, it's our.. friend who doesn't know when to quit. He's in some more.. trouble," Steve said, hyper aware of Y/n listening in. Bucky sighed before turning to her.
"I've got to go deal with this, I'm sorry about dinner, darlin." He said, cupping her face. She bit her lip, nodding and trying to to let her disappointment show.
"Your friend needs your help, I understand," she said with a sweet smile. Oh, if she knew the truth.. Would she still smile at him like that.?
"Of course, I shouldn't be too long." He said, pressing a kiss to the top of her forehead. She watched him walk out with Steve, still in dark sweats and a white muscle shirt.
When he was gone she sighed and started to clean up the half cooked spaghetti dinner they impulsive started to make. The noodles were cooked so she drained them and saved them in the fridge. The sauce and meat had to be discarded, having been long forgotten before Steve got there. She heard the elevator and her heart leaped into her throat, thinking he was already back.
But the person who stepped off the elevator wasn't her husband.
Her head was throbbing, the room was freezing. Where was she.? Why was her body so stiff.? Why couldn't she move.? She tried to open her eyes, but it was dark in the room. She could barely make out that she was in a warehouse of sorts.
"I dont care what she is to you, all that matters is what she means to him," an unfamiliar voice said. "She is his wife," they said.
"It's a contract marriage, its fake," Wait, is that.. John.? Her sisters husband.? Now it started to come back to her. John was the one who stepped off the elevator, two other guys with him.
"You didn't see them at Coney Island. He cares about her," the first man said. Did they mean.. Bucky.? What did he have to do with any of this.? Was this just because he was a big CEO.?
"Y/n, youre awake," John said, walking into the room.
"What the hell, John? Let me go!" She said. He shook his head.
"I can't, this is nothing against you. It was you or Sarah and Nathan, and I'd gladly kill you myself to ensure their safety." He said, walking over and kneeling in front of her. She had realized she was crying until he wipped a tear from her cheek. "Don't worry, he's going to come for you. You're just.. the bait," he said.
"You are so torn up about this now." The first man came in. She didnt reconize him, but he had short black hair and an angler face.
"Im going to have to lie to my wife about what happened to her sister, that's not easy," John said, shooting him a glare as he stood up.
"I'm Brock, you already know John." The man said.
"Why am i here.?" She asked. Brock walked over and stood behind her. Her breath hitched and she felt her blood go cold as he leabed down to her ear.
"We're going to kill your husband," he whispered. She gasped out and felt her body shake as tears slipped from her eyes. Kill him.? How could they be so calm.? Where the hell was Bucky.?
"If youre going to take a shot at the king, you better not miss," a familiar voice said. She looked up and saw him standing there. He looked like he had been in a big fight, a pistol in his hand. "Sit tight doll, everything will be ok," he said, not meeting her eyes.
"I knew you'd come for her," Brock said, walking out from behind her and into an open space. "Two against one," he said.
"How ignorant of you to think I came alone." Bucky said, before he raised the gun and shot Brock right between the eyes. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut as a sob left her lips. Bucky walked over to her and John who now stood frozen.
"Please.. I have a wife.." he said, dropping to his knees. Bucky glared at him before nodding at someone behind John. Steve came up behind him and dragged him to his feet.
"Oh, we know. We're going to make sure you really appreciate and cherish her." Steve said, nodding at Bucky before dragging John out side where Sam was waiting with Natasha. Bucky holstered his gun and came around and untied her hands.
"Are you ok.?" He asked, helping her stand up. She slapped him across the face as he reached out for her. His jaw ticked and he turned to her calmly.
"No! No, James, I am not fucking ok! I was just kidnapped by my brother in law, they said they were going to kill you, then you come in and you.. you shot.." she was breathing hard, her head spinning. "Oh god.." she stumbled back a bit.
"Darlin, breathe, your having a panic attack," he said, grabbing her face. He coached her through breathing, counting down from 10. "Just breathe and look at me." He said. When her breathing was normal, he took her outside to the car.
"No, im not going with you," she said.
"Darlin, it's my car or nothing. I won't hurt you, not get in." He said. She hesitated before sliding into the passenger seat.
"What the hell was all that about.?" She asked as he drove out of the alley. She didnt reconize where they were, if they were even in Brooklyn still.
"Your brother in law isn't who he says he is," he said, not looking at her. He had a cut across his nose and blood over his shirt. But it was clearly not his blood.
"How do you know.? Why did he want you dead.?" She asked.
"I'm not who you think I am," he said, glancing at her.
"James, stop with the cryptic answers. Tell me the truth. Now." She said, looking directly at him.
"I'm the head of the biggest mafia family in New York. Walker is a part of a rivaling gang trying to play with the big boys. But they made a big mistake taking you," he said. She looked at him in disbelief.
"Mafia.? Gangs? This isn't some 1920s movie, James," she said, shaking her head. He stopped the car and looked at her. The look in his eyes was chilling.
"You're right. It's real life." He said, turning his body toward her. They were at a house somewhere she assumed was in upstate New York. "Now, after learning the truth, do you wish to break the contract with me.?"
Her brothers had warned her about Mystic Falls, they told her it was a hunters death trap. But she wasn't a hunter anymore, she was ready to be a normal girl. How many threats could be in such a small town anyway.? But little did she know the most dangerous threat had the most gorgeous blue eyes.
Y/n had been trying to make dinner for the last hour, finding it very difficult with the constant starting and stopping of the vibrations. Bucky was across the room, talking to steve so casually as he turned on the buttplug and back off. It was torture for her. But she loved it.
"Y/n/n, I heard Derek is gonna ask you out tonight." Natasha said. Bucky glanced over at her, suddenly turning the vibrations all the way up. Y/n lurched forward, gripping the counter as she literally bit back a moan. "Woah, are you ok.?"
"Ye-yeah." She said, looking across the room and seeing Bucky had left. "I think i need to lay down." She whispered, washing her hands and leaving the kitchen. In the hall, she pressed her back to the wall and wrapped her arms around herself.
"Woah, love, you ok.?" That voice. Derek placed a hand on her forhead, looking into her eyes. "You're burnin up, love. Let me help you cool down." He said, moving to slide his arms around her.
"Don't touch her," Bucky growled from the end of the hall. Derek glared at him.
"Shes not feeling well," Derek said, not listening and sliding his arms around her. She pushed out of his arms and fell back into Buckys.
"She's not yours to take care of," Bucky said, his voice dark. He scooped Y/n up in his arms and carried her to his room. "You let him touch you like that.? You gonna say yes to him when he asks you out too.?' Bucky snapped, dropping her onto the bed. She gasped, a slight moan before she sat up and looked at him challenging.
"Maybe i just like the idea for someone wanting to be seen with me." She snapped back. Her turned to her, grabbing her by the neck and looking down into her eyes. It wasn't hard, it never was. Just enough that she knew it was there.
"You are only mine. End of Discussion." He said before he grabbed that ribbon. "Wrists, doll. Now," he said. When she looked at him defiantly, he flipped her onto her stomach. He turned off the buttplug and pulled her dress up to expose her bare ass. He leaned over her and grabbed the hand cuffs attached to his headboard.
"Don't you dare," she hissed, looking back at him. His eyes were locked on hers as he stood between her legs
"Cuffs or bow, your choice darlin, but i will punish you for letting another man touch you." He growled low. She pushed her hips back against him, trying to give herself more leverage.
"Fuck you," she spat. He chuckled before grabbing her by the back of the neck and pulling her up. Her back hit his chest with a thud as his hands slid down the front of her dress.
"Don't worry, you will.." he whispered in her ear. A shiver went down her spine before he ripped open her dress. She gasped bringing her arms up to cover her suddenly bare body.
"I loved that dress, James," she hissed, turning to glare at him. He grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers in a heated kiss. He pulled back and slid his hand down to the buttplug, slowly pulling it out of her ass before he pinned her down on her stomach again.
"I'll buy you a new one." He said, leaning over her and pulling her wrists into the cuffs. After she was locked in, he pulled back and left her ass up and bare on his bed. "You look good like this, doll." He said.
"James.." she whimpered out. He slid his hands up the sides of her outter thighs, starting to press kisses from her tail bone. Her skin pebbled under his lips as he kissed up her spine, his fingers tracing along her sides. Her mind was melting. "Bow, please james," she whimpered. Bucky instantly obliged, uncuffing her wrists and grabbing the ribbon from the end of the bed where it was discarded.
"As you wish, darlin," he whispered gently kissing where the cuffs started cutting into her skin before gently sliding the ribon aroind her wrists. After tying off the bow, he went back to rest between her thighs, still fully clothed. His fingers started at the bottom of the bow, sliding down her arms as his lips met the skin on the back of her neck. When his hands cupped her armpits, a shiver went down her back. Then the alarms went off, the whole tower flooding with red and white light.
"Whats.. happening.?" She asked, pulled out of her daze. Bucky didnt anwser, instead he untied the bow and helped her up before grabbing one of his shirts and spare Kevlar under armor.
"Put these on, now" he said, grabbing her thong from one of his other times having her in his room. "And these," he said, handing her the lace garment.
"I need pants," she said. He looked at her as she slipped his red henly over the kevlar. It was long enough, and they were out of time. A loud crash from presumably one of the lower floors had the room shaking and shuddering.
"We have to go," he said, grabbing his handgun and tucxhing her under his metal arm as they slipped into the hall. The hall was empty as they took the back way. Hydra agents were coming from behind and they had to get to the quinjet.
She had to get there.
"Barnes!" Loki shouted. Y/n looked up but evwrything happened so fast. Too fast. Bucky had sheilded her, caging her between him and the wall as Loki shot the fireball down the hall at the Hydra agents.
When they got to the safe house, it was only Bucky, Loki and Y/n. She was in the back room, looking for pants. Thankfullt natasha a d wanda had stayed here before them and left behind warm fuzzy leggings. When she returned to the main room, the boys were on opposite sides staring each other down.
"What happened back there.?" She asked, standing and crossing her arms. Bucky looked at her, the look in his eyes softening just a bit.
"Hydra attacked the tower. I haven't been able to reach Steve or the others yet." Bucky said. Y/n felt the skin on the back of her neck prickle at the mention of hydra.
"Who is this Hydra and why should we care.?" Loki asked, waving his hand like he couldn't care less.
"Because they are evil," Y/n said, her gaze on the ground as she wrapped her arms around herself. Bucky got up and walked over to her, taking her face in his hands and lifting her gaze to his.
"No one is ever going to hurt you again, darlin. You're mine, remeber.?" He said, looking into her eyes. She nodded a bit but he could tell she didnt believe him. "Doll, if I have to kill every last hydra agent myself, I will. No one with hurt whats mine." He said.
"My daughter is not yours to claim, Barnes," Loki said, standing up.
"I've already claimed her," bucky said, turning to Loki. Loki charged at him but Y/n grabbed Buckys wrist and pulled him back just enough.
"Stop, this is not the time," she said, her hand still on Buckys wrist. "We need to find a way to contact the others and we need a plan," she said. Bucky shifted his wrist, moving her hand into his and lacing their fingers together. Things simmered down a bit after that other than Bucky tempting fate by sliding his hands under Y/n's shirt as she sat on his lap.
"Barnes, i will kill you if you keep those vulgar images of my daughter in your mind." Loki said, glaring at him from across the table. Bucks hands were on her bare stomach, tracing patterns into her soft skin as he continued to think of her in his bed before they were rudely interrupted..
"I can't help think about her so maybe just stay out of my head," Bucky said, his metal hand sliding up to rest right between her breasts. Loki threw a dagger at him, Y/n catching it in her palm. Bucky watched the blood seep from her closed hand and down her forearm, glaring at Loki before moving Y/n off his lap. He took the dagger from her hand, Loki sitting frozen.
"Why did you do that.?" He finally asked as he watched Bucky clean up the blood.
"You could've killed him!" She hissed. "I understand you dint like him, but i do so the next time you want to attack him, just know if will be me who will get hurt." She said, looking at him as her eyes shimmered blue. A blue glow was cast over Bucky before disappearing.
"What did you do, darlin.?" Bucky asked, squinting at her.
"If my father tries to hurt you again, it will be reflected onto me." She said as he wrapped her hand.
"What does that mean.?"
"If I were to stab you, she would be the one to bleed." Loki said.
"Undo it." Bucky said, looking at her.
"No." She said. Before he could say anything, a noise outside drew his attention. He got up and looked at Loki who was also standing.
"Stay put, darlin," Bucky said. This time, she listened. She listened and waited. After a few hours passed, she was about to disobey. Her hand was on the door when everything went black.
⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ 18+ content!! Minors DNI NSFW!! Mature content! P in V, Oral (F reciving), rough sex, Bucky Barnes
Wedding planning was never in her job description. She never thought of planning one either. Let alone her own. One thing she appreciated was that he hired someone for that very job. But now came her role, her job. Pretending that this was her happiest day. Now, every girl dreamed of getting married one day, so it was easy to be excited.
"How does this look sweetie.? We could do these carnations with this set up or-"
"What about roses.?" She suddenly asked. "I know its autumn but some nice red and orange roses.?" She added, suddenly feeling a blush creep up her neck. She'd never felt this before, but roses had always been her favorite.
"Well, roses aren't exactly.. they wouldn't fit the theme, honey," the wedding planner said. She was some older lady in her 40s.
"She said she wanted roses. I'm sure you could make that work, Lilian.?" A loud voice from the entrance suddenly called. They both looked up and saw Bucky leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest.
"M-Mr. Barnes. O-of course, I was.. I just.. was going to order the roses. We could pair them with some red and yellow sunflowers and some daucus carota to set it off.." Lilian said, suddenly scared getting caught. She always had a nasty habit of bulldozing over bride's - to - be.
"Give us a moment, would you Lilian.?" Bucky said, looking right at Y/n. She got up without another word and left. When it was only them, she felt the heat of his stare over her body. He pushed himself off the door and walked over to her. Her eyes watched him as he walked over and knelt infront of her. She swallowed hard, willing her pulse to stay calm as he took her left hand in his.
"What are you doing.?" She asked before watching him pull out a box. He opened the box and showed a beautiful rose gold spiral ring with a round diamond in the center. That heat creeped back up her neck. This was a real diamond. Not the expensive fakes she usually used, but a real, glass cutting diamond.
"You're to be my wife, are you not.?" He said, pulling the ring out and sliding it on to her ring finger. It fit perfectly. She forces herself to look away from the tiny rainbows in the light of that crystal, insteas focusing on the way the light refelext the specks of green and almost silver shader of his eyes.
"I.. never told you were we were." She said, realization clearing through her mind. He smirked at her before closing the box and standing up.
"I have my ways, darlin." He said, before checking his watch. "I'll send Lilian back in. Don't let her bulldoze over you, remember this is your wedding." He said, walking back to the door.
"Remember we have meeting tonight," she said, remembering they needed to go over a timeline for their 'relationship'.
"I'll pick you up from the Venue tonight and we can discuss over drinks." He said, before walking out. A few momwnts later, Lilian came back in and showed her a beautiful arangement of flowers for the bouquet and the tables.
"How does this look.?" She asked. Y/n looked at the flowers and smiled, a warm flutter in her chest.
"Perfect." She said. After a few more questions about designs and color pallets, they were off to the venue. Y/n hated to admit, part of her was sad this was fake because it was like planning her dream wedding. The ring, the flowers, the time of year, the outdoor venue, even the man. It was all too.. surreal.
"You're getting married???" A voice called. Y/n turned and saw him storming over to her, his army uniform still on. "No letters, no phone calls, nothing. For months, Y/n, I dont hear from you then I get this sad excuse for an invitation to your wedding.??" He said, shoving the bent card at her.
"Aaron, just let me explain," she said, putting her hands up.
"Who is it.? Huh.?" He asked.
"Aaron, stop." She hissed. But it was too late, because he had arrived. Bucky was like a shadow, silent, dark and looming over her like a mountain.
"Sorry I'm late, doll. Who's this.?" Bucky said, his metal arm around y/ns back and his other extended toward Aaron.
"Her brother, you must be the future husband.?" Aaron said, looking at Bucky. They shook hands, both firm military grips as they locked eyes.
"I am, James Barnes. It's nice to meet you," Bucky said, his arm still around her. Her body was reacting against her will, the heat of his body radiating onto her. He seemed to notice, pulling her closer against him.
"Right. Well, im going hime to change and check on mom." Aaron said before promptly turning on his heel and walking back to his car.
"Well, he's passionate," Bucky said, pulling away from her finally. The cool air quelled that heat.. for now. An hour later, they were in a bar, talking about their backstory.
"How did we meet.?" She asked, swirling the straw in her drink.
"I saw you in the park before I was deployed," he said looking at her.
"And you wrote me every day, and I fell in love with each word you wrote," she said. He looked at her with an unreadable expression. "What, is that not.. believable.?" She asked.
"No, it is. It's just.. it nothing. So, i wrote to you and when I got back we had our first official date where I proposed under the sunset.
"Clique, but it works." She said with a roll of her eyes.
"There isn't a thing wrong with being Clique, darlin." He said, giving her a look before drinking on his beer. She giggled, light and airy and real, and he felt a flutter in his stomach.
"Of course not, if you're a chick flick," she said. He scoffed at her.
"I'm actually offended. My ma would beat me with a wooden spoon if I didn't treat you like the main star in a chick flick," he said, looking at her dead serious before they both burst out laughing. When they finished their shared humor, their breathing coming back to normal, their eyes met.
And for the first time in either of their lives, they felt a kindling of a spark. Of a fire. An almost burning desire.
This was going to be a very long year..
......
Her heart was going to beat out of her chest. Not figuratively, no. No, if it wasn't for her rib cage, it would've. It didnt help that her brother had decided to confront her about the wedding once again. This time for a different reason.
"Its not even real.? This is one of those stupid contract things.??" He asked as the seamstress did the finishing touches on her dress.
"Aaron, dont start." She whispered.
"No, seriously, you're practically prostituting yourself out there!"
"First of all, im a virgin. I've never slept with a client. And second, we were broke, Aaron. Dad left and mom got sick and we had not way to take care of her. You left to the army so it was on me, so yea, I took up contracts. I did what I could to save the family. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to finish getting ready for my wedding," she said, walking up to him and point a finger into his chest. Without another word, she left the changing room.
She didn't cry, she couldn't. Her makeup look was expensive. So she bit her lip and held her breath.
Bucky was at the end of the isles, the leaves falling with the gently breeze as she walked toward him. His eyes were locked on her, his jaw slightly slack as he watched her. They didn't have really anyone there, using his notoriety as an excuse to have a quiet wedding. Steve was his best man, his wife Natasha acting as the maid of honor and ordained official standing at the altar.
"You look.. gorgeous, darlin," he whispered as she walked up the steps, one of her hands slipping into his.
"You clean up well yourself." She said. The next few moments were like a daze. Their vows had been practiced but actually standing there, her hands in his and their eyes locked..
"Do you, James, take y/n as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold.?" The official said.
"I do," Bucky said, looking into her eyes with a smile. A part of him almost wished this was real, the way she looked in that dress or that sparkle in her eye when she smiled..
"Do you, Y/n L/n, take James as your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and in health.?" The office spoke once more, drawing Bucky from his thoughts.
"I do," she said. Her cheeks were dusted pink as he slid his thumb over her knuckles.
"By the honor bested by me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You make kiss your bride." Bucky moved his hands to cup her face, his touch warm, before leaning into her. Their lips met, and it was over from there.
That kiss changed everything.
They didn't know it then, not really. But from the moment their lips met, the universe spun different. The world melted away as they let the kiss go on a few moments longer than they should've. Something the other two didn't seem to notice.
The way she tasted, the feel of his hands on her face, their bodys subltly moving closer just for the warmth. If they knew the things set in motion in that one kiss.. If they knew what events would follow their marriage, would they still let it go this far.?
More importantly, would they be able to survive after the truth is revealed.?
But that was a thing for a different day. Tonight, they danced on the golden floor under the amber lights above their heads. Tonight, they we're man and wife. Tonight, they were in love. His hands held her waist as he guided her to all the dances for all the different songs. She laughed as he spun her around the floor, not caring that her feet hurt.
