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vxnzcelnn · 5 months ago

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Hey girl wassup, can you write about sweet female reader, with (all the characters if that's okay for u, if no, then jae Joon)

Female reader who is friends with Dong Eun and she had no idea that burns were from the bullies, and didn't know that jae Joon was apart of the incident, and when Dong exposes jae Joon, female reader goes from sweet to cold towards Jae Joon and breaks up with him, and lends him to be yandere.

(ALSO GIRL I WANNA SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR THE GLORY X READER ON, WATTPAD ♡ )

The Sweetest Poison

Pairing: Yandere Jeon Jae-Joon x Fem! Sweet Reader

Word count: 1.75k

Summary:After learning you left him upon discovering his past as your best friend's bully, Jae-Joon's heartbreak twists into a dangerous obsession.

Warnings: Bullying, Burns, toxic, violent behavior, cursing

A/n: I'm glad that you like Beneath The Surface!!! This took me awhile to write but thank you for being patient with me. Anyways, I hope you like this!

You couldn’t believe it, even as you replayed her words in your head. The signs were all there, and yet somehow, you’d missed them. How could you have missed something like that?

When Moon Dong-eun, your friend from high school, had contacted you, you were thrilled. It had been years since you’d last seen her. Her message had been brief, almost cryptic, saying she needed to talk about something important in person. Curious and eager, you’d agreed to meet her at a quiet café downtown.

As you approached the agreed-upon spot, you saw her sitting alone at a corner table. Dong-eun looked different but not unrecognizable. Her posture was composed, her expression serene yet distant, like someone who had seen too much and learned to mask it well. You felt a pang of nostalgia as memories of the once cheerful, soft-spoken girl from high school resurfaced.

“Dong-eun!” you greeted warmly, sliding into the seat across from her. “It’s been so long. How are you?”

Her smile was faint but sincere. “Hello, y/n. It’s good to see you.” Her voice had a weight to it, as though each word carried unspoken emotions.

The two of you exchanged pleasantries. You told her how you’d thought about her over the years, wondering where she’d gone and what had happened after she left school. You mentioned how devastated you were when you found her house empty, with no way to contact her.

“I’ve been well,” she said, her tone polite but guarded. “After leaving school, I went to college to study education. I’m a teacher now.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful!” you exclaimed, genuinely impressed. “I wouldn’t have guessed you wanted to be a teacher back then.”

“What about you?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “How have you been?”

You gave a small laugh. “Oh, nothing as exciting as becoming a teacher, that’s for sure. Just working and… you know, living life.”

As the conversation lingered, you couldn’t help but feel there was something unsaid, something heavier lurking beneath her calm demeanor. Finally, you decided to ask.

“Anyway,” you began, leaning forward slightly, “what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

Dong-eun hesitated, her fingers curling around the edge of her cup. Her gaze flickered downward for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice was soft but deliberate.

“You know,” she said, almost wistfully, “I always wondered how someone as kind as you could be so close to him.”

Her words caught you off guard. Him? You blinked, your head tilting in confusion. “Who are you talking about?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, her eyes met yours, searching your face as though gauging your reaction. Finally, she asked, “Do you know why I dropped out of high school?”

You nodded slowly. “You were being bullied. I assumed that was the reason… that you didn’t want to deal with it anymore.”

“Yes,” she confirmed, her voice steady. “But I never told you who my bullies were.”

A chill ran down your spine. Something in her tone made your stomach knot. You stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

She took a deep breath, her fingers now toying with the hem of her sleeve. “One of them was Jae-joon,” she said finally, her words landing like a thunderclap. “He was one of them.”

Your breath caught. Jae-joon? You stared at her, your mind racing. Jae-joon, the same person you’d been close to all these years? The same person you’d trusted, laughed with, maybe even defended? The shock on your face must have been evident, because Dong-eun gave a sad, knowing smile.

“I’m guessing he never told you,” she said, her voice tinged with resignation. “I didn’t think he would. Why would he admit something like that to you?”

You were at a loss for words. Memories of Jae-joon flooded your mind—his easy smile, his charm, the way he always seemed so confident. You couldn’t reconcile the image of him with what Dong-eun was telling you. But then you thought about her, about how she’d suddenly vanished from your life, leaving no trace. And you realized… maybe you’d never really known Jae-joon as well as you thought.

“I’m sorry you had to find out from me,” Dong-eun said, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft but firm, her gaze unwavering.

You shook your head quickly, trying to process everything. “No… I—I needed to know.” Your voice trembled, and you suddenly felt a lump in your throat. “I’m sorry, but I… I have to go.”

Without waiting for her response, you grabbed your bag and stood. Your legs felt unsteady as you walked out of the café, the weight of her revelation pressing down on you like a heavy fog. As you stepped into the cold air, one question echoed in your mind: How had you missed it?

“Y/n, I’m home!” Jae-Joon called out from the entrance of your shared home, his voice echoing through the quiet space. The late hour clung to him like a shadow, exhaustion evident in the way he shrugged off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair.

“Y/n?” he called again, his tone softening slightly when no response came.

He moved through the house, his footsteps muffled on the carpet as he checked the usual places you might be. The kitchen was empty, the living room undisturbed. A flicker of unease settled in his chest as he made his way toward the bedroom.

Pushing the door open slowly, Jae-Joon’s eyes landed on your still figure lying on the bed, your back facing him. Relief warred with apprehension as he stepped closer, his voice low and uncertain.

“Y/n?”

When you didn’t stir, he perched cautiously on the edge of the bed beside you, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His hand found your hip, a gesture meant to bridge the growing distance he felt between you. For a moment, he said nothing, unsure how to break the silence that had thickened between you lately.

“How was your day?” he finally asked, his voice tentative.

“Fine,” you replied curtly, your tone as cold as the wall you stared at.

Jae-Joon’s shoulders sagged under the weight of your indifference. The silence returned, heavier than before. Sighing, he rose and left the room to prepare for bed, the unspoken words hanging in the air like ghosts.

The next morning, Jae-Joon woke to find the bed empty. He blinked at the sunlight filtering through the curtains, assuming you were already up. The faint clink of dishes guided him to the kitchen, where he found you seated at the table with a bowl of untouched cereal in front of you. Your gaze was fixed on some indiscernible point ahead, your posture rigid.

“Morning,” he greeted, though the lightness in his tone faltered when you didn’t respond. Shrugging it off, he began rummaging through the cabinets for something to eat.

“When were you going to tell me that you gave Dong-eun those burns?”

Your voice cut through the stillness. Jae-Joon froze, his hand hovering over the coffee pot. Slowly, he turned to face you, his expression a mixture of confusion and unease.

“What?” he managed, his voice strained.

“Or were you just hoping I’d never find out?” Your voice trembled, though your eyes remained fixed ahead.

Jae-Joon’s throat tightened. “Who told you? Did Dong-eun tell you?” He approached the table, his movements deliberate.

“Answer my question,” you snapped, finally meeting his gaze. Your red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked cheeks were like a punch to his gut. “Were you ever planning to tell me, Jae-Joon? Or did you think you could hide the fact that you were my best friend’s bully?”

His jaw clenched as anger flared in his eyes, a defense mechanism against the guilt clawing at him. “What did she tell you?” he demanded, his voice rising.

“Why are you so worried about what she said? Is it because it’s true?” you shot back, standing up abruptly.

The two of you locked eyes, the tension crackling between you like a live wire. You didn’t wait for his response. Turning on your heel, you strode toward the bedroom.

Jae-Joon followed close behind, his stomach twisting as he watched you yank a suitcase from the closet and toss it onto the bed. His heart sank further with every article of clothing you packed.

“Wait, what are you doing?” His voice cracked, the panic unmistakable.

“I’m done, Jae-Joon,” you said, your voice rising. “We’re over.” You zipped the suitcase with trembling hands, refusing to look at him.

“Y/n, wait!” He grabbed your wrist as you made for the door, his grip firm but not forceful. “Let’s talk about this. Please.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You wrenched your arm free, your voice breaking.

Jae-Joon stood frozen as you walked out the door, the sound of your suitcase wheels scraping against the floor a bitter reminder of your departure. The silence that followed was deafening.

“FUCK!” The scream tore from his throat as he hurled a lamp across the room, the crash doing little to ease the storm raging inside him.

Grabbing his phone, he scrolled furiously through his messages until he found Dong-eun’s number. His hands shook as he hit the call button, the phone pressed tightly to his ear.

After several rings, her voice came through, calm and composed. “Hello?”

“WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?” he roared, his voice laced with fury.

“Simply the truth,” Dong-eun replied coldly.

“Because of you, Y/n left me!” His voice cracked, the admission spilling out like a wound reopening.

“Did you really think she wouldn’t find out, Jae-Joon?” Dong-eun’s voice was unyielding. “She deserved to know.”

He ended the call abruptly, hurling his phone across the room. Chest heaving, he sank onto the bed, his head in his hands.

Jae-Joon sat on the edge of the bed, his breathing ragged as the room fell silent. His hands shook. You were his—his light, his purpose, his everything.

You leaving wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be. He’d make you see that. He’d make you come back to him, no matter what it took.

A smile—a chilling, empty smile—spread across his face. You weren’t responding now, but that was fine. He didn’t need words. He knew where you were. He’d find you.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost tender. “You’ll understand soon, Y/n. We’re meant to be.”

His heart pounded with renewed determination as he got up, his mind racing with plans. You belonged to him, and nothing would change that.

Nothing.

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vxnzcelnn · 5 months ago

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More of jae-jun pls! 🥹🤍

Silent Confessions || Jeon Jae-Joon x reader ||

Summary: Jeon Jae-Joon, who secretly had a crush on you in high school, sees you years later in his store, only to learn you're now engaged. Heartbroken but hiding his feelings, he regrets never confessing his love as you leave, realizing it’s too late now.

A/n: Jae-Joon may have been too ooc. I don't know. I didn't occur to me if you wanted headcanons or not but here is more Jae-Joon.

If someone had ask Jae-joon if he has any regrets, he'll say no but deep down, he does. One. It was him not confessing his feelings for you. He had fallen in love with you back in High school. He was madly in love with you. However, he never confessed his feelings for you. Not once. He never knew why he didn't confess his feelings for you. Maybe he felt you deserved better or feared you would turn him down.

Whatever the reason it was, Jae-Joon didn't confess to you. It was the only regret he had. The only regret that ate him up at night.

Jae-joon told himself that if he ever got the chance to see you one more time, he would confess his feelings for you.

It was until one day, Jae-Joon sees a familiar figure walked through the door of his store. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized you immediately.

You had changed in subtle ways—your hair was a little longer, your style more polished—but your presence still held the same warmth that had once captivated him. His breath caught in his throat as he watched you browse through the store, his mind racing with memories of the days when he had admired you from afar in high school.

Jae-joon watched you as you moved through the store, his heart heavy with emotions he’d buried long ago. He couldn’t help but notice the changes—the way you carried yourself with a quiet confidence, the soft smile that still seemed to reach your eyes, and the faint glow of happiness surrounding you. Despite the years that had passed, you were still the person he had secretly fallen for in high school, and now, here you were, standing in front of him again.

He cleared his throat, trying to steady himself. It was hard to think clearly with the rush of feelings flooding his mind. Gathering all the courage he could muster, he took a few steps forward and greeted you, his voice betraying just a hint of nervousness. "Hey, it's been a long time."

You turned toward him with a smile, your eyes lighting up with recognition. "Jae-joon!" you said warmly, the sound of your voice like a familiar melody to him. "Wow, I didn’t expect to run into you here. How’ve you been?"

He managed a small smile, though it felt forced. "Good, good. Been keeping busy," he replied, unsure of what to say next. The words he had rehearsed in his mind for so long—everything he had wanted to confess to you—felt distant now.

You started to chat, casually catching up as if no time had passed, but Jae-joon couldn’t focus on the words. All he could think about was how he had never told you what had been in his heart all those years ago. It hurt to hear the easy, light conversation knowing that you were no longer the person he could claim as his own, that you had moved on to someone else.

Then, as you paused in your conversation, you did something that nearly broke him. You lifted your hand, revealing the engagement ring on your finger. His gaze immediately shifted to it, and his heart sank.

"Oh, wow," Jae-joon managed, his voice suddenly distant, though he tried his best to mask the hurt. "I didn’t know you were engaged."

You smiled brightly, a soft, contented look on your face. "Yeah, I’m really happy. It’s been a long journey, but I’ve found someone I want to spend my life with."

The words stung, but he nodded, forcing a smile. "Congratulations. I’m really happy for you," he said, his voice betraying none of the turmoil he felt inside. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you how he still felt, how much he regretted never confessing, how much he wished things had turned out differently.

You chatted for a little longer, but it felt like an eternity to Jae-joon. Every word, every glance from you reminded him of the silent love he had kept hidden for so long. And with every passing moment, the reality that it was too late hit him harder.

"I should get going," you said after a while, breaking him from his thoughts. "I’m meeting my fiancé soon. It was so nice seeing you again, Jae-joon."

You waved and turned to leave, and Jae-joon stood frozen for a moment, watching you walk away. The sound of the door’s bell as you left the store echoed in his ears, leaving a painful silence behind.

In that moment, all the regret he had kept locked inside came rushing back. He should have told you. He should have confessed. But now, it was too late. You were gone, and so were his chances. All he had left were the ghosts of the what-ifs that would never be answered.

As he stood there, the empty store around him seemed to echo the one regret that had haunted him all these years. It was a regret that would never fade, no matter how much time passed. He had missed his chance, and now you were someone else’s.

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vxnzcelnn · 2 years ago

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THE NEGATIVES OF SHOOTING PEOPLE

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Story Summary: After a series of traumatic events you are introduced to Henry Cavill. A man who works and deals in the dark side underworld. When you are met with the grizzly reality of his world you make it your life goal to get your revenge...but things are never so simple in a world of drugs, money, sex and gangs.

Pairing: Henry Cavill X F!reader

Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Eventual Stockholm Syndrome, Dubious Consent, r4pe, sexual coercion, unconsentual drugging, Kidnapping/abduction/squint and you'll see human sex trafficking, Bondage and a lot of BDSM dynamics, Daddy kink (reader calls Henry Daddy) Description of death and suicide to side characters, Verbal Abuse, Physical Abuse, Anal Sex, Vaginal sex, oral sex, degrading and humiliation, Spanking, threats, forced intimacy, forced orgasms, Blackmail, Mentions of Child Abuse, Begging, forced therapy, petnames, Gangs, hints of Mafia, hints of spy, Spy stuff, Photography, figging, belting...

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Author Notes: I would like to express the knowledge that I do not approve or perform of any of the actions the characters of this fanficition demonstrate. This is a series inspired by situations I have found myself in however this series is pure fiction at the end of the day. Please be polite. This story is not fit for every viewers eyes and it will be glorifying acts of trauma and characters that shouldn't be in reality. If you do not wish to see this content please block #TNOSP (scroll and you'll find it is the first tag). This story might be alarming and severely upsetting for people who have had experiences with rape , suicide and death themselves or of close loved ones.

There will be a TagList, please contact me via comments or inbox or private direct messages.

Chapter 1 Word Count 9.1k

Chapter 2 Word Count 7.5k

Chapter 3 Word Count 8.7k

Chapter 4 Word Count 8.4k

Chapter 5 Word Count 10.6k

Chapter 6 Word Count 8.4k

Chapter 7 Word Count 8.9k

Chapter 8 Word Count 10.4k

Chapter 9 Word Count 6.8k

Chapter 10 Word Count 10k

Chapter 11 Word Count 7.5k

Chapter 12 Word Count 7.5k

Chapter 13 Word Count 8.3k

Chapter 14 word count 8.5k

Chapter 15 Word Count 9k

Chapter 16 Word Count 6.2k

Chapter 17 word count 7.5k

Chapter 18 (coming soon)

Chapter 19 (coming soon)

Chapter 20 (coming soon)

Chapter 21 (coming soon)

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vxnzcelnn · 2 years ago

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my masterlist

Disclaimer: This masterlist may contain works with adult contents that is not appropriate for those who are under the age of 18. Please proceed at your own risk. Thank you.

Taglist: I do not use taglist system for my work anymore. You may follow me and turn on the notification for new updates. Don't worry about spamming, my blog posts are only consist of fic updates and asks replies.

Navigation: For now I only write for Bucky Barnes and all of my works are complete unless stated otherwise. Each of the work under a specific universe are listed chronologically based on the story's timeline.

Genre tags: 🥀 - angst ⛓ - smut 🐇 - fluff 🖤 - dark

FRIENDLY REMINDER

• I will block you if you...

MY WORK

Plot Twist Universe ft. beefy mafia!bucky

An arranged marriage with mafia!bucky.

♥︎ Plot Twist (🐇)(⛓) - Part I | Part II | Part III

♥︎ Around My Scars (🐇)(⛓) (🥀)

Behind The Facades Universe ft. avenger!bucky

An unrequited pining over a certain super soldier.

♥︎ Behind The Facades (🥀) - Part I | Part II | Part III

And You're Mine Universe ft. alpha!bucky

How grumpy chubby alpha!bucky finally found his omega.

♥︎ Must Be Fate (🐇)

♥︎ And You're Mine (🐇) (🥀)

Welcome Home... Soldat? Universe ft. winter soldier!bucky

That time when Bucky accidentally relapsed into the Winter Soldier.

♥︎ Welcome Home... Soldat? (🐇) (⛓) - Part I | Part II | Part III

♥︎ Welcome Home, Daddy (🖤) (🥀) (🐇)

Promise Me Universe ft. 40s!bucky / tfatws!bucky

When he was sent out for war, Bucky made a promise to his lover that might just last through several lifetimes.

♥︎ Promise Me (🥀) (🐇) - Part I | Part II | Part III

Thin Walls, Thin Lines Universe ft. fuckboy!bucky

What will happen if a fuckboy falls in love with a hopeless romantic?

♥︎ Thin Walls, Thin Lines (🥀)(🐇)(⛓) - Deleted Scene

Bucky Drabbles

♥︎ Until Then (🥀) (🐇) ft. 40s!bucky / avenger!bucky

A mission back in time brought Y/N to an unexpected encounter with the man she fell in love with. (Inspired by Timeless by Taylor Swift)

♥︎ I'm Not Like Her (🥀) (🐇) ft. avenger!bucky

Y/N had her heart broken when some agents made fun of how her body looks and Bucky came in clutch with the rescue.

♥︎ Never Lie To Me (⛓) ft. winter soldier!bucky

In which Y/N's sinful thoughts towards the Asset is reciprocated. (Inspired by I Can See You by Taylor Swift )

More drabbles coming soon...

MY RECOMMENDATIONS

Support other writers here: #fic rec

All my recommendations are consist of Sebastian Stan's characters.

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vxnzcelnn · 2 years ago

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dr. feelgood masterlist

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, very minor character death

a/n: I can't get enough of Bucky in scrubs so here we are! I took a lot of inspiration from Grey's Anatomy so there might be some familiar scenes if you're a fan. this will probably be a shorter series, nothing too serious, mostly fluff and some fun sex scenes. chapter one should be posted tomorrow!

series playlist: here

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine - coming soon

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vxnzcelnn · 2 years ago

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You’ve Bewitched Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky accidentally falls asleep on your shoulder on his train ride home and it leads to something very unexpected.

Warnings: Bucky and the reader not knowing each other at first, Bucky falling asleep on the readers shoulder, awkwardness/nervousness, strangers to friends-ish to lovers, Bucky being old & not the best at using technology, kissing, implied smut, mentions of aftercare, Bucky gets hurt during a mission

Word Count: 8.4k

a/n: i hope y’all like this!

the gif below does not belong to me

You spaced out a little as you sat down in the train that would eventually take you to your stop. You were feeling incredibly tired in this moment after all of the work you’d had to complete during your shift today. All you wanted was to get home, eat dinner, take a shower, change into your pajamas then go to sleep. And while you were very tired, you still maintained your consciousness, not wanting to fall asleep around a bunch of strangers.

You were still aware of your surroundings and the stop announcements overhead but you were spaced out enough that at first you didn’t notice the gorgeous man who sat down next to you in the last free seat.

Bucky briefly looked at you as he sat down, noticing the spaced out look on your face and the earbuds in your ears. Which he could hear the sound of music by a more recent artist whom he had probably never heard of coming out of.

Moments later once you had seen this man in your peripheral vision, you allowed yourself to take a peak at him after you had blinked a few times, your curiosity getting the best of you for a second. And when your eyes did meet him, they widened a little bit. He was gorgeous, you had never seen someone as attractive as him.

And if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t really think much of him taking the last empty seat that just so happened to be next to you. You were used to seeing the cars just filled with people this time of day.

So you put your attention back onto the window across from you, taking your eyes off of the man who was still sat to your left and looking at the scenery that passed the train instead. But you noticed the longer you two sat there, waiting for your stops, the more his eyelids had began to droop.

He fought sleep for a few minutes before letting his body finally rest. And when he did fall asleep, he stirred a little bit and began to rest his head on your shoulder, causing you to freeze up like a deer in headlights. You peaked over at him again, he was completely asleep now and probably didn’t fall asleep on you on purpose, this reassuring thought making your shoulders relax a bit.

And while you didn’t know this man, you decided that you would wake him up a few stops before your own, hoping that he wouldn’t be too far from his stop when you did wake him up. But you froze up again when he unknowingly snuggled into you in his unconscious state. Which caused you to make another decision.

When you did wake him up, you would only say that he fell asleep on you if it came up. You wouldn’t include the part where he began to cuddle with you, for his sake.

As you sat there with him, you couldn’t help but start to fall in love with this man. Even though you knew nothing about him, not even his name. You hoped you’d get the confidence to introduce yourself to him after you woke him up.

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About ten minutes later, you were now three stops away from your stop and it was now the time for you to wake up the very attractive man sleeping on your shoulder. You hoped your interaction wouldn’t be too awkward once he did wake up.

First, you took you paused your music and took your headphones out. Then, you started to gently poke at his shoulder that was not pressed to you and you quietly spoke to him, “Excuse me.” you said a couple times as you kept poking his shoulder, causing him to abruptly wake up.

And as he woke up, his head still lingered on your shoulder for a few more seconds before he moved it. He then looked over at you again once he was fully conscious, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” he said, a bit of an awkward tone to his voice as he looked at you.

You softly smiled at him and in that moment he felt as though he had been bewitched by you and your beauty. “It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.” you replied, that soft smile still on your face, making him feel a little at ease.

He awkwardly smiled back at you, still feeling bad for falling asleep on you. But you didn’t really mind whatsoever, accidents happen. You then stuck your hand out and spoke to him again, “I’m (y/n), by the way.” you told him, introducing yourself with a friendly tone to your voice. He smiled to himself at the sound of your name, liking the way it sounded in his head.

He took your hand in his and shook it for a few seconds before letting go. And while your hand was in his, you noticed that besides the pair of gloves he was wearing, his hands were a lot bigger than yours. Which caused butterflies to appear in your stomach because of that very thought.

He nodded, “I’m Bucky. It’s nice to meet you.” he replied once he had let go of your hand, trying to sound friendly as well like Sam had suggested. But he just ended up sounding awkward, making you smile at him again.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Bucky.” you said as you looked into his enchanting blue eyes, liking the way his name sounded when you said it.

And after hearing the most recent overhead stop announcement, he felt calm with the idea that he wouldn’t have to be awkwardly sat next to you, this beautiful stranger for much longer.

But when his stop was announced and he stood up from his seat, so did you. You awkwardly smiled at each other as the train came to a stop and you held onto the metal bar above your heads.

And before you went off to the exit closest to your apartment, you waved goodbye to Bucky, “Bye, Bucky.” you said while you sent another smile and wink his way, causing his cheeks to heat up a bit.

He silently waved back at you with a soft smile on his own face before turning back around. Under other circumstances, he would’ve liked to interact with you more. But given the awkward way you two met, he decided to keep the rest of your interaction short and sweet.

But he promised himself that if he ever did see you on the train again that he’d talk to you more, he’d start the conversation and hopefully at some point he would get the courage to ask for your number.

Why on earth would a super solider like him could get nervous over asking someone out? Bucky thought as he continued to walk towards his exit.

But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. No one had taken romantic interest in him since the 40’s and he didn’t really know what to do about it. Especially when someone as beautiful as you was being so kind to him and treating him like he was a normal person. He liked that about you.

While you walked to your apartment, you thought of how Bucky looked at you like you were an actual person and not something for him to eat. He treated you with actual respect, even if he was a bit awkward. And though he was doing the bare minimum, you still liked that about him.

If you did end up seeing him again, maybe you’d actually give romance a chance this time around. And if Bucky was interested in you in that way, maybe he would be different compared to the men you’ve gone out with in the past. But for now, all you could do was hope that your love life would actually go the way you wanted it to.

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The following morning when you got on the train again to head to work, you saw Bucky again, the sight of him making you smile. This time, he was sitting by himself with a book in his hands and the only free seat was next to him.

And before you went to sit down, you let yourself admire him for a few seconds. In the morning sunlight, his eyes looked like the most beautiful crystal you would ever see. Everything about this man bewitched you, in every sense of the word.

You then quickly walked over to the empty seat next to Bucky before anyone could claim it. And when you did sit down, Bucky looked up as he saw you coming in his peripheral vision and he had recognized the scent of your perfume. This time, he smiled at you and spoke to you first, causing a fluttery feeling to bloom in your chest.

“Hey. It’s nice to see you again.” he said to you, the dark timbre in his voice causing goosebumps to appear on your arms, making you feel glad that you were wearing a long sleeve shirt today.

“Hi, Bucky. It’s nice to see you again too.” you replied, instantly smiling back at the gorgeous man sitting next to you.

As for a majority of the ride, the two of you continued your conversion and got to know a little more about each other. Where you were from, how old you were, what you did for a living. And surprisingly when Bucky revealed what he did for a living, you weren’t too shocked as his face had seemed familiar to you and you had noticed how hard his left shoulder had felt when you had poked it the day before.

Bucky felt a bit relieved to know that you weren’t that shocked now that you knew exactly who he was, he didn’t want you to be afraid of him. But before Bucky knew it, he had just a few more minutes left until his stop. So he decided to be brave and ask you for your number, wanting to wait a little while longer until he asked you out on a date. He didn’t want to come off as creep after all, but you’d never see him in that way.

He then turned his body slightly so that it was facing yours, “Sorry if this comes off too strong, but I was wondering if I could possibly get your number? I know we still barely know each other, but I really like you, (y/n) and I’d like to get to know you better if that’s okay with you?” he asked you as he raised his eyebrows in anticipation.

You smiled at him as he nervously asked you this. To see a man as attractive and powerful as him act nervous was cute to you. It showed that he wasn’t above everyone like the news portrayed him to be.

You nodded with a smile, “Sure, Bucky. I really like you too.” you answered, your own nervousness popping up as you spoke to him.

“Okay cool.” he quickly said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, opened the contacts app and handed his phone to you.

You slowly took his phone from him, not wanting to risk dropping it and as you did, your hands brushed up against each other. And while it may have been 7am, this simple touch made you feel as if your whole body was on fire and your hands shook a little, showing Bucky the affect he had on you.

He subtly smirked at you as you created a new contact on your phone and typed in your number as well as your name before hitting save. And once you had given his phone back to him, he spoke again, “I’ll text you so that you have my number.” he told you.

He typed out the words “Hey, it’s Bucky!” and added a smiley emoji at the end then hit send. Seconds later you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you took it out, “Got it!” you made him known once you had turned your phone on and looked at your lock screen.

Then the moment he had been dreading all morning happened, his stop was announced and he would have to leave you and go to work. He dreaded this as he’d much rather talk to you all day then argue with Sam or awkwardly talk to Tony.

“Well, this is my stop.” he said to you as he stood up, prompting you to softly frown at him. You then looked up into his eyes from your seat, “Bye, handsome. I’ll text you, okay?” you replied, causing his cheeks to heat up again at the sound of the new nickname you had for him.

“Alright, doll. I’ll see you later.” he said with a wink before he exited the train, using this as his chance to make you feel all flustered. Which worked in his favor now that he knew about the affect he had on you.

And as you sadly watched him leave, you couldn’t help but think about what you two could become now that you were officially in each others lives.

And again you hoped that this would go the way you wanted it to. You wanted to have Bucky in your life in anyway that you could, even if you just ended up being friends. Even that would be enough for you. But you hoped more than anything that you and Bucky would eventually become lovers.

Before you got off at your own stop, you took a quick selfie and sent it to him. Following with the word “Hi!” and a smiley emoticon, the nervousness of a man like him actually being interested in you like this coursing through your body.

But you knew that you’d get over this nervousness eventually. At least, that’s what you were aiming for.

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You and Bucky had sent a few texts to each other throughout the day, not wanting to bother the other person too much while you were working. But you both noticed as you worked, that you couldn’t wait to go home so that could possibly see each other on the train that evening.

But when Bucky got on the train that evening at 5:30pm which was a little after the time it was when you two first met the day before, you weren’t there. He waited a few stops and you still hadn’t shown up. So he texted you just to make sure that everything was alright.

Bucky: Is everything alright? You aren’t on the train ride home tonight.

You responded to his text a few minutes later, those butterflies reappearing in your stomach at the thought of him being worried about you. No guy you had been with in the past had actually cared enough about you to send this kind of text.

Y/N: I’m alright, don’t worry. I got caught up in some extra paperwork so my boss ordered an Uber to take me home. :)

Reading these words made Bucky let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He was relieved to know that everything was alright and you had just stayed late at work.

After being in his line of work for as long as he has, he easily worried about the people he cared about. Which was a small number, but still it would destroy him if you got hurt and he wasn’t there to protect you.

Bucky: Good, just wanted to make sure you were okay. Call me when you get home? 😊

Y/N: Of course, I’d miss talking you to you if I didn’t. I’m in the Uber now, I’ll talk to you soon. ❤️

Now, Bucky could really let himself relax on the way home. Which luckily was only a few minutes away now. And the second he did arrive at his stop, he quickly walked back to his apartment, not wanting to risk missing your call in the event that you got somehow got home before he did.

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Once you got home twenty minutes after Bucky had initially gotten off of the train, you set your bag down by the door and took your shoes off before heading to sit on your couch.

And while you hadn’t known Bucky for long, you already missed his face. So as you got settled on your couch, you decided to FaceTime him instead, hoping that his friend Sam that he had mentioned had taught him how to use the app.

You wanted to feel closer to him even when you were both at home and tired from the day of work you’d had. You tapped on the camera icon next to his contact name and after a few rings, he answered, displaying that handsome face you had missed all day.

His phone moved around a little as he started to talk to you, “Doll? Can you see me?” he asked, making you laugh. Which was like the most beautiful symphony he had ever heard, he could truly listen to your voice and your laugh forever.

You continued to laugh as you answered his questions, “Yes, I can see you, Bucky.” you answered, just a smile lingering on your face now.

He laughed a little at himself, “Sorry, I’ve never used this app before.” he told you as he admired your beauty through his phone screen. You smiled at that, “That’s alright, don’t worry about it. You’ll get used to using it eventually.” you assured him as you stared right back at him.

For the rest of the call, you talked to each other about how your days had been. Bucky had talked about how he’d have to leave to go on a mission next Saturday but he’d try to get better with the whole FaceTime thing so that he could still talk to you and see your beautiful face. At least that’s how he put it, his compliment making you blush.

And you had complained to him about how you’d been tasked with dealing more paperwork. Bucky had assured you that you’d probably get a promotion after all of that hard work and he jokingly said that he would have a talk with your boss if you didn’t, making you laugh again.

The two of you FaceTimed for a little while longer while you made dinner for yourself in your own apartments and later ate together. But once you had both finished eating, you knew that it was time to end the call for the night.

You looked back at him on your phone screen and smiled, “Anyway, I gotta go shower and get ready for bed. But I’ll text you, Bucky.” you told him as you leaned on the doorframe to your bedroom.

You chuckled a little at the grumpy look that had appeared on his face when you told him you had to go. He liked talking to you this way, he liked talking to you in general. But he’d let you go for now, one question still weighing heavy on his mind.

“Alright but before you go, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.” he made known to you, making your eyebrows start to raise in anticipation like his had when he asked you for your number that morning.

“What is it, Bucky?” you asked him, feeling a bit impatient now that you knew that he had something he wanted to ask you.

“Well this isn’t how I’d prefer to do this but I’d rather not wait until Monday to see you again, I was wondering if you’d like to go out on a date with me tomorrow night?” he asked, making those pesky butterflies appear in your stomach yet again.

You nodded in response right away, “I’d love to, Bucky. I’ll text you my address later.” you answered, a cute smile of his own appearing on his face as you spoke.

Then after you said your drawn out goodbyes and hung up, you set your phone down on your bedside table and walked to your bathroom to take that shower you had mentioned to Bucky just minutes ago.

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Upon re-entering your room after you had taken a shower, done your skincare routine and changed into your pajamas, you plopped yourself onto your bed and grabbed your phone from your bedside table.

You opened you and Bucky’s conversation again and sent him your address. He replied to your message almost right away with a selfie, which was very unlike him. He looked good, really good. In the photo, he was laying down on his bed looking at the camera with a subtle smirk on his lips.

And in this moment all you wanted to do was kiss him, but knew it was a little soon to be going after stuff like that with him. After all, you had only known each other for two days at this point. So you held yourself back a bit, at least for now.

Y/N: So handsome. 😮‍💨

He blushed at your message once he read it and in return you sent him a selfie of your own. Similar to him, your were laying in your bed and looking at the camera like he had been. But what you didn’t know is that seeing this photo of you, made Bucky feel as if his body had been set on fire, he felt like he was falling harder for you than he had been before. And your texts and FaceTime call only solidified this.

The more he looked at that photo of you, the more he felt like he could imagine what you would look like in his space or what you would look like when he finally kisses you for the first time. He hadn’t felt this way in years and now that he had you, he never wanted to let you go. He didn’t want anyone else. He just wanted you.

Bucky: Gorgeous, gorgeous girl.

What Bucky had sent back had made you feel all flustered for what felt like the millionth time since you two met. But you knew that it would probably be a good idea to go to bed now before you got ahead of yourself. You didn’t think it was the right moment to start sending Bucky the suggestive messages that you wanted to send when you hadn’t even kissed yet.

Y/N: Thank youuu.

Y/N: I’ll talk to you in the morning, Bucky. Goodnight ❤️

His next message made you smile, happy to see that the reserved man you had met on the train two days ago was starting to get more comfortable when talking to you.

Bucky: I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, doll. ❤️

His new nickname for you made you feel as if you were bursting at the seems with the feelings you had for him. But before you thought about what he had called you too much and kept yourself up all night, you plugged your phone in, turned the lights in your room off, put your phone down and went to sleep.

That night you dreamed of Bucky and what your first date tomorrow night could hold. And when you awoke the next morning, you hoped that your date would would be as magical as that dream. But as long as you were with Bucky, you already knew it would be.

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It was now 5pm on Saturday evening, the day of your date and Bucky had texted you that morning to tell you that he’d pick you up at 6pm. So before you ran out of too much time, you got out of bed and began to get ready for your first date with the handsome man.

You first did the makeup look that you thought suited your features the best and made you look beautiful, except for any lipstick as you hadn’t brushed your teeth yet. Then you retrieved a classy black dress from your closet that you’d had for a little while and put it on, quickly reaching behind yourself to zip it up.

And once it was comfortably situated on your body, you went over to your bathroom and started to style your hair. After playing around with possible hairstyles for a few minutes, you decided to go with just leaving all of your hair down once you had combed/brushed it out again.

And while you brushed your teeth, you slid your heels on, feeling extremely excited for the night ahead with Bucky. No one had ever made you feel the way Bucky did and you took that as a good sign that things between the two of you would work out. You were truly a fool for him and even though you had only known him for 3 days, you already felt like you were falling in love with him.

Bucky also thought about the love he already had for you as he got ready for tonight in his own apartment. He had put on a black on black suit that he hadn’t worn since Tony’s last gala a few months ago. He’d gotten a lot of compliments on it when he had worn it to that particular gala and he wanted to see what you thought when you saw him in it. He wanted to look good for you.

Right after he finished getting dressed, he went over to his bathroom and did his hair how he normally did it. His hair was a lot shorter than it used to be and he didn’t really have much to do with it now.

And as you had done, he then brushed his teeth and slipped his dress shoes on. Then sprayed some cologne on himself, grabbed his phone and headed out the door.

And while you were applying the finishing touches to your lipstick after you had sprayed some perfume onto yourself, someone knocked on your front door, signaling to you that Bucky was now here. So you grabbed your purse — with your phone in it — and quickly walked over to your front door.

When you opened the door — your purse hanging from your shoulder — Bucky’s jaw dropped in shock. He had never seen someone so beautiful, so ethereal, he never wanted to look away from you. He’d stare at you for years and years if he could.

“Hey.” you said to him, a soft smile on your lips after you did some admiring of your own. He looked incredible, so handsome and regal as he stood just outside your apartment with a bouquet of flowers in hand.

He took a deep breath, “Wow, Doll, look at you. You’re so beautiful.” he replied, his sweet compliments making you blush and shyly smile at him. He spoke up again a moment later, “Oh, these are for you by the way.” he said as he handed the flowers to you.

You grinned at him, “Thank you, Bucky. These are beautiful.” you said, unknowingly prompting him to compliment you again as you went to put them in your kitchen. “Not as beautiful as you, doll.” he said as you rejoined him at the doorway, then grabbing one of your hands and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it, making goosebumps appear on your arms.

“You ready to go?” you asked him as you began to wrap your hand around the part of your doorknob that faced the hallway. He nodded right away and briefly placed his hands in his pockets, “I’m ready when you are, sweet girl.” he replied, adding another nickname that made you smile at him again.

You then closed your front door behind you and locked it, “Alright then, let’s go.” you told him, gently taking his right hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as a way of reassuring him about his metal arm. You did this because Bucky had gone without his usual black gloves tonight and you wanted him to know that you weren’t afraid of him or his arm.

He squeezed your hand back and led you down the hallway to the elevator he had taken up to the floor your apartment is on, silently telling you that he knew you weren’t afraid of him.

He stayed close to you the whole time you walked to his car, making you question why he rode the subway everyday if he had a car until you got inside and you saw the Stark logo on the big screen in the car. You assumed that he had borrowed it from Tony for tonight, which only made your heart swell with love. He just wanted this night to be perfect for the two of you.

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After a short 15 minute drive, Bucky parked the car outside of a fancy looking restaurant. And once the car had been turned off, Bucky got out of the car, ran around to your side to open your door and help you get out.

The two of you held hands as you walked into the restaurant and up to the hostess’ podium. “James Barnes, table for two.” he simply said, prompting the hostess who had been standing there to check their reservation book for his name.

“Ah, Mr. Barnes. Right this way.” she said, motioning for the two of you to follow her to your table.

Your table was in a more quiet part of the restaurant, away from the loud groups of people that had come in that evening. Bucky held your hand the whole way there, even as the hostess set your menu’s down on the table.

“Your waiter will be with you soon. Enjoy!” she said with a friendly smile before walking back to the hostess’ podium in the front of the restaurant.

And before you could pull out your own chair and sit down, Bucky had appeared behind you and pulled your chair out for you. Then he slowly pushed it in until you were sat down after you had stood in front of it. Seconds later, he took his own seat across from you, the small light from the fake candle on the table bouncing off of his eyes as he looked at you.

“So, James.” you teasingly said as looked at him over your menu, a light smirk on your lips. He chuckled a little at your theatrics, “My name is actually James, but most people call me Bucky.” he explained, resulting in you nodding in response.

Just seven minutes later, your waiter for the night appeared and introduced themself before asking if you were ready to order. Which you were and once they had disappeared with your menus, Bucky reached over the table and took your hand in his as you two began to get to know each other better.

You told each other everything about yourselves, not feeling the need to hide anything from each other. Only briefly going silent when your waiter came back with your food or one of you took a bite of the meal you had ordered. And the more either of you talked, the more you both felt like you had known each other for years.

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Two hours later, after your meals had been finished long ago and the two of you had just finished the desert you decided to share, Bucky had paid the bill and it was unfortunately time to leave. You didn’t want this date to ever end, you wanted to stay with Bucky forever.

He didn’t want to leave you either. Since Steve left him and went back to the past, Bucky really hadn’t felt understood or seen or liked but then you waltzed into his life and showed him what it was like to feel all of those things again. He never wanted to let go of you for as long as he lived.

After another short fifteen minute car ride, you two were back at your apartment building. And like he had done when you got to the restaurant, Bucky helped you get out of the car once more and he held his hand in yours while he took you back up to your apartment.

And when you did reach your apartment, you faced your front door for a moment then turned around to face Bucky agaun. “I don’t want you to leave.” you admitted with a groan, a sad look on your face as you looked at him.

He used your hand that was still in his to gently pull you closer to him. He placed his hands on your face and tipped your head up so that your eyes met his. “I know, I don’t want to leave you either, doll. But I promise that’s I’ll try to get good at the whole FaceTime thing so you don’t miss me too much.” he replied as he continued to hold your face in his hands.

You chuckled at that, “Okay.” you quietly said to him and placed your hands over his own, your thumbs stroking the backs of his hands.

Bucky’s eyes then went from your eyes down to your lips up to your eyes and back to your lips again. Feeling a bit impatient, you simply said, “Kiss me, Bucky. Please.” And before you could possibly do anything else, Bucky leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

The moment his lips left yours, you felt the urge to chase them again and again. You couldn’t get over how good his lips felt against your own. But again, you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself this early into knowing him. So you pulled away from his lips again and settled on giving him one more kiss on his cheek instead, leaving a kiss print there because of your lipstick.

Bucky smiled at the feeling of your lips on his cheek and gave you one last kiss of his own tonight, this time on your forehead as he started to hold your hand again. “Goodnight, doll.” he said as started to walk away from you, not letting go of your hand until he was too far away to reach you.

“Goodnight, Bucky.” you replied, blowing him a kiss as he got closer and closer to the elevator. He caught the kiss and put it in his pocket, making that smile of yours that he loved so much reappear on your face.

At this point, you felt so lovesick whenever you saw or thought of him. You didn’t how much longer you could hold yourself back. All you wanted was him. He was all that you could have ever wanted and more.

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Not long after Bucky had dropped you off, you had started to take your makeup off and while you were doing so, you heard your phone receive a text from Bucky. But you’d look at it later once you had gotten all of your makeup off and you were in your pajamas.

Once you had finished wiping all of your makeup off, you put some moisturizer on your finger tips and began to gently massage it into the skin on your face. You massaged any remaining product onto your neck and arms afterwards. You then slipped your dress off and threw it into your nearby laundry bin, discarding it a pair of shorts and a baggy t shirt instead.

Then you got under the covers on your bed and grabbed your phone again. Bucky had sent you a selfie he had taken in the car before he left. In the photo, the right side of his face was pointed towards the camera — the kiss print you had left there on display — and a grumpy look on his face.

You smiled at how cute he looked in the photo and hearted the message. Everything this man did made your stomach flip and you never wanted to let go of him or that feeling.

Y/N: Aww, that shade looks so good on you.

Your response made a smile of his own appear on his face as he read the way you teased him through a text. He was so in love with you already but he knew better than to tell you this now.

Bucky: Thanks, doll. 🙄

You admired the way he seemed to match your energy in this moment, not making anything awkward by any means. You liked the way he teased you back.

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For the next six days until Bucky would have to leave for his mission, you spent as much time as possible together every single day whenever you had any free time.

You went out to lunch together multiple times, Bucky hung out at your place a couple times after work and you did the same at his place on a couple other days, you cuddled, kissed more, watched movies together.

But now it was Friday night and Bucky would have to leave for his mission in the morning. So, you decided to give him a special surprise tonight.

On the train ride home that evening, you told Bucky to come over to your place at 7pm because you had a surprise for him. That surprise being a black lacy lingerie set that you were currently hiding under a robe. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when you took the robe off.

And at 7pm like you had requested, Bucky showed up at your apartment, nervousness coursing through his system as he knocked on your front door a few times.

You opened the door moments later and leaned against the doorframe as you greeted him, “Hey.” you said, a smirk on your face.

You hadn’t even taken the robe off yet and Bucky’s jaw had already dropped. He was just so in awe of your beauty, even as you took his hand in yours and led the way to your bedroom, the lights throughout your home now on a dimmer setting.

When you reached your bedroom, he noticed that there were a few small fake candles sitting on both of your bedside tables and a speaker on your dresser that was quietly playing mood music. You then swapped places with him so that you were standing closer to the door instead and you placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back towards your bed.

“Lay down for me, Bucky.” you requested and he obeyed right away, eager to see what you were hiding under that robe.

You then closed your bedroom door behind you and started to untie the loose knot at your waist. And once the knot had been undone, you slowly slid the robe down your body until it hit the hardwood floor below you.

You looked so beautiful to Bucky in this moment, the lingerie set you were wearing hugged your curves in all the right ways and made you look perfect, like a dream come true. “Oh, doll. Come here.” he requested with a groan after he had swallowed thickly. And like he had, you obeyed this request right away.

You seductively walked over to him and started to straddle his lap, causing Bucky to sit up and place his hands on your hips before he then started to softly rub your sides with his large hands. You let out a soft moan as his hands went down to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

He placed his nose in the crook of your neck and inhaled, “You’re so beautiful, doll. I could just eat you.” he said as he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips.

His lips then trailed down from your lips to your jaw, to your neck, to your collarbone and over to your shoulder where he slid a finger under one of the straps, letting it snap against your skin.

You were already so wet for him and he had barely touched you. And going off of the way he felt under you whenever you moved your hips, he was already rock hard in his pants even though you had barely touched him.

“So what are you waiting for?” you asked him, awakening something feral in him as his pupils became even bigger.

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Later that night after you and Bucky had both came multiple times, he began to take care of you. He first gently parted from you and got up from your bed, despite your whining and begging for him to stay in bed with you.

He put his boxers back on and went to your bathroom to retrieve a washcloth that he could wet with warm water in your sink.

Once rejoining you in your bedroom, he kneeled in front of you on your bed and gently parted your legs. Then as gently as he possibly could, he wiped you in between your legs, not wanting to make you feel overstimulated.

He left you for one more quick moment to hang the cloth up in your bathroom, mentally reminding himself to put it in to your laundry bin the next morning.

This time when he rejoined you in your bedroom, he slowly put your tired body under the covers and got under them as well. He pulled your body close to his, letting you rest your head and one of your hands on his chest while you put one of your legs over both of his and you let your sleepiness take over.

And once you were comfortable, he too got comfortable. And that night you fell asleep, safe in his arms, never feeling as safe or loved as you did when he held you.

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The next morning, at 6am Bucky slowly slipped you out of his arms and headed back to his apartment to grab the bag he would need before he left for his mission. But before he left you, he got dressed, pressed a kiss to your forehead, left a note behind on the bedside table closest to you and of course put the washcloth he had used last night in your laundry bin.

And now that Bucky actually had someone to come home to, he promised himself that he would do everything in his power to be safe and come back to you, alive and in one piece.

You woke up not long after Bucky left as if you could detect his absence, your bed felt cold without him in it. But before you got too sad, you spotted the note he had left for you. It read:

(y/n),

I’m sorry I had to leave so soon, I needed to grab my go bag from my apartment before I left for that mission I told you about. I’ll see you soon, doll. I promise.

- Bucky

This note eased some of your worries. But you had to admit, you did still feel a bit worried for Bucky now that he was off on that mission.

What if he got seriously injured? What would you do if never came back to you? You didn’t have answers to either of those questions because you had already become too attached to Bucky to even think of what your life would be like without him in it.

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A few days later after you had gotten home from work, you had gotten a call from a number you didn’t recognize so you let it go to voicemail. The voicemail the person attempting to contact you left appeared on your phone just a minute later.

And as you listened to it, your breath and hands became shaky, you started to tear up and anxiety coursed its way through your body. This couldn’t be happening, your worst nightmare had become reality.

The person who had left the voicemail said, “Hey, this is Sam, Bucky’s friend. Listen, we had to come home early because Bucky got stabbed, it was pretty bad. But he’s going to be fine, Dr. Banner was able to stop the bleeding and is stitching him right now in his apartment. I know you probably weren’t expecting this but Bucky insisted that I pick you up and take you to his apartment, you’re the only person he wants to see right now. I’ll meet you at the entrance to your building in 10.” Sam told you in his voicemail.

You were relieved to know that he was going to be okay but it still broke your heart to hear that Bucky had gotten hurt badly. You wished you could put a protective bubble around him so that he could never get hurt again. But you knew that injuries like this were part of his job and he probably wouldn’t want you to be worrying about him so much.

But there was no time to waste crying in your apartment, so you put a pair of sneakers on, grabbed your apartment keys and your phone and headed out the door to meet Sam downstairs. When you got into Sam’s car, he frowned at the look on your face. He felt bad that hearing what had happened to Bucky had made you feel so distraught.

As he started up his car again, he turned to you, “Hey, he’s going to be okay. Bucky’s been through much worse in the past and plus he’s got that super soldier serum in his veins to make him heal faster than either of us ever could.” Sam assured you, his joke about the super soldier serum making you chuckle a little.

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Upon arriving at Bucky’s apartment building, Sam led the way up to Bucky’s apartment. He unlocked the door for you and let you in. But before he left, he said one more thing to you, “If either of you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me. Okay?” he said, his eyebrows raising a little bit.

You nodded and briefly tapped his shoulder twice with your hand, “I will. Thanks, Sam.” you replied, a soft smile on your face. He nodded back at you in response and you headed into Bucky’s apartment, closing and locking the door behind you.

You walked into what you assumed was his bedroom because it was the only room with any light in it. You slowly approached his bedside, Bucky was asleep and that Dr. Banner guy Sam had mentioned was gone so you assumed that everything was okay now.

You frowned as you looked down at him but you couldn’t bear to be apart from him any longer so you slipped your shoes off, turned the lamp next to him off and got under the covers with Bucky. Underneath the blanket, his shirt had rode up a little, revealing to you the stitches in the moonlight coming in through his curtains. Which caused your hands to get shaky again, but you assured yourself that he would be okay.

You didn’t want to wake him up after all him and his body had just gone through on that mission. So you just placed a light kiss on his cheek and went to sleep next to him.

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The following morning, Bucky woke you up after he had turned over and saw you sleeping in his bed. He softly stroked your cheek with his thumb while he quietly spoke your name, “(y/n).” he said, repeating your name a few more times until you woke up.

And when you did, you sat up in his bed right away, taking his face in your hands and pressing a bruising kiss to his lips. “I’m so glad you’re okay. How are you feeling?” you asked him, a somewhat frantic tone to your voice.

He calmed you by slowly removing your hands from his face, placing his hands on your face instead and moving your head down a little so that you were looking directly into his eyes. “I’m alright, doll. You don’t have to worry about me.” he answered with a soft smile, causing you to let out a deep breath.

And as you spoke again, he started to stroke one of your cheeks with his thumb, “I just got so worried that I’d loose you, Bucky. I’m glad that you came back to me.” you explained, giving Bucky the need to slowly pull you into lap, still being careful with his stitches.

He smiled a little at the last sentence of your statement, “Me too. But you’ll never loose me, (y/n). I’ll always come back to you, as long as you’ll have me.” he assured you, his hand gently rubbing your back as you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’ll always want you around, Bucky. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” you made known to him as your arms tightened around him and you started to hug him, Bucky’s rubbing on your back never stopping as you spoke to him and he eventually hugged you back.

He laughed at your theatrics, causing you to laugh with him. You then removed your head from where it was tucked next to his when you were hugging him and you looked into his eyes again, “I know we still haven’t known each other for that long. But after what happened to you, I can’t go on without saying this to you, even if you don’t say it back. I love you so, so much, Bucky. I need you to know that.” you confidently told him, mentally hoping that he would say it back and you hadn’t just made yourself look stupid.

Tears started to prick Bucky’s eyes when you said those special words to him. He then wrapped his arms around your ribs and pulled you even closer to him. “And I love you, doll. I have since the day we met, I swear.” he made known, making you tear up as well.

You then pressed another kiss to his lips before resting your forehead against his own, “Be my girl, (y/n). Please.” he begged, desperately wanting to call you his and have you call him yours.

“I already am.” you told him with another kiss to his cheek, prompting Bucky’s arms to reclaim their spot around your waist and pull you on top of him, making you yelp.

“Bucky!” you scolded, nervous that all of this movement would rip his stitches open. He chuckled at this nervousness, knowing that he was probably almost entirely healed because of the serum.

“I’m alright. You don’t need to worry about my stitches, sweetheart.” Bucky said, comforting you and making your worries disappear once more. “Okay, whatever you say.” you replied, dragging out that last word, causing Bucky to let out another laugh.

God, he was so in love with you.

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vxnzcelnn · 2 years ago

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Might Even Be

Pairing: DILF!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: How they met and how things started out. A background to this drabble.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: age gap (reader is 28, Bucky is 48), explicit sexy times, Bucky being a hot older gentleman but not really a gentleman coz he is nasty, some feels, breeding kink, daddy kink

18+ ONLY! IF YOU ARE A MINOR, KINDLY EXIT STAGE LEFT! DO NOT INTERACT!

A/N: Kept thinking about getting p*netrated by DILF Bucky so yeah lol Title based on We Might Even Be Falling In Love by the talented Victoria Monet. Not beta'd! Enjoy~

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You must have lost your damn mind.

That would be the only reason why you did the things you did last night. And why you did him. Or he did you. He most definitely did you, really well. You slink yourself out of the sheets tangled beneath your legs and roll to the floor in a soft thud. You wince as you try to move around to search for your missing clothes in the room.

You find your bra on the floor by the door and reach for them, pausing when the man on the bad shifts from lying on his back to lying on his side away from where you just slept. You feel guilty for sneaking out but you can’t face him. Not now, not this morning. Maybe not ever.

Yesterday was terrible. It was a shitty conclusion to months of preparation for a project that caused you too many sleepless nights and so much mental anguish. And then in the last minute someone else swooped in, took all the credit and left you dry. You almost climbed over the conference table and scratched at Heather’s surgically enhanced cheekbones. Good thing Tessa held your arm before you did anything dramatic, like murder the daughter of the chairman of board of your company’s biggest investor.

So, you sat there fuming, shooting daggers from your eyes as Heather smiled and thanked the marketing director for showering her with compliments. She would have gotten them without stealing your project, she was a Barnes after all. Born with a diamond encrusted spoon and now works for one of her daddy’s subsidiaries before she eventually takes her rightful place as a board member. Fuck Heather!

Poison was on your tongue and molten lava was in your veins, a combination that would be deadly to anyone around you at the moment, so you chose to keep away in case you spewed it on your co-workers. You started happy hour at four in the afternoon, parking your butt on one of the stools at Maria’s bistro. It would be two more hours before they opened for the dinner rush which meant you had plenty of time to drown that little angry demon inside you that wanted to commit felonies.

You were almost sober. You think. The steak sandwich that Carol gave you comfortably settled in your stomach, sloshing around the multiple shots of rum and two and a half cocktails. You were peacefully chewing while sitting atop the corner counters in the kitchen, enjoying the heat and the systematic activities that flurried around you.

That was until one of the servers popped into the kitchen and announced an array of orders for a VIP level table. Two words: James. Barnes.

Your eyes widen at the mention of his name. The previous cool reigniting as the incidents of today replay in your mind. You’re reminded of falling asleep on the train and waking up to missing your stop. Of the events that you missed out on because you had to chase suppliers at ridiculous hours. The countless meals you missed because you were too in the zone with work.

You pop off the counter and take cooking wine from one of the chefs, chugging it down in one go. With a deep scowl and determination, you wipe your mouth with your sleeve and march your way into the restaurant, zeroing in on your target.

You march over to the man. It was easy to pin point which one was the James Barnes. He was constantly on Page Six, photographed at events wearing Armani or Prada suits that were worth someone’s mortgage. Your step stutters as you get close enough, breath hitching at the sight of him. Who told him to be this pretty?

Cool eyes look up at you with a slightly confused arch of his left brow.

“Can I help you?”

He asks with a deep timber that makes your hair stand on its ends. You stutter again, gulping at the sudden pool that developed in your throat.

"I- I, uh-"

He tilts his head, eyes boring into you. His companion leaves at a subtle flick of his finger while you remain frozen.

"Would you like to sit down?"

No. You want to say no. But you find yourself nodding your head yes. Your body moves and settles in the seat next to him. You yelp and hold on to his arm when he slides your chair closer to him, the show of strength spreading hot on your skin. Your jaw slack as you try and remember why you were here in the first place. You stutter again when he asks you a question you could not hear. Then you see the glass of vodka on the table. You aim for the glass and down all the contents in one go.

There's a hint of mirth on James Barnes' face, sharp eyes following your every move. His tongue darts out as you moan loudly when the vodka burns at the back of your throat. He hands you a glass of water and you take it with both hands with a muttered thanks.

"Your daughter is a bitch!"

"Excuse me?"

The words escape your mouth as soon as your throat is clear, causing the man beside you to lean forward and chuckle. HIs face was closer now. Clearer. You can see the freckles on his nose and the slight graying of his beard in high definition. So close.

His arm takes position on the back of your chair. Another pull and your thighs are touching. His pants, soft and warm against your exposed skin. Your breath hitches. This was not how you wanted this confrontation to go. You clench your eyes shut and wring your hands.

"You heard me," you exhale and face him. Eyes returning to their previous ire. "She's a bitch. I don't get why she had to steal my fucking project and declare it as her own! She does not need it! She has money, your money, and a multi-million dollar corporation to inherit. I on the other hand, have bills to pay and I don't have a- a daddy like you to bail me out when my rent is due and I have to choose between getting home safe, eating a nice meal, or having a roof over my head!"

Your ears ring as you spit out your frustration. Your chest heaves as you stare at James Barnes, regret and embarrassment crawling in your veins at your little outburst. You didn't even realize your hands were fisting his shirt until he speaks and pries your hands off his clothes and holds them against his own. His palms are warm and his fingers soothing.

"I apologize for Heather's behavior. I did not raise her like that. In fact, I did not raise her at all." The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard and your shoulders relax at the way he was holding you. Your ire has gone down but not completely away. You're enamored as he speaks, eyes tracing his lips as they move. "Tell me all about your project and let me fix this."

He gives you a lopsided smirk, almost boyish even against his features. And that was when you got into the trouble you were in now.

You don't remember how but you find yourself tangled in his arms, pulling him close, and savoring how he tasted on your tongue. You were turned on beyond belief. You've never been this wet, this excited to be in the throes with someone.

He growls in your ear when you pull his hand and place it between your thighs. Patience running thin as he takes his time touching you everywhere except where you needed him to touch you most.

"Please, James-"

He hooks the gusset of your panties to the side and slides two fingers in your slit. He moans against your skin when he feels how soaked you are, pads of his fingers gliding hotly on your lips.

"It's Bucky- call me, Bucky."

"Buck-" your breath leaves you as he pushes in a finger in your soaking cunt. Your back arches and your chin tips towards the ceiling. Your hands wander, looking for something, anything to anchor yourself to.

"Fuck, you're tight." He pants, lips against your cheek as he pushes in and out slowly until he finds his rhythm. You follow it, hips dancing into his fingers for more. For relief. More. More. More. "Yes, more. I'll give you more, angel."

Three. He's three knuckles deep inside you. Your juices run down your thighs as he squeezes pleasure from you. Your blinded by searing lust that his touches manage out of you. You wanted to scream, wanted to run away from his skilled hand. And yet, and yet. Your breath hitches and you throw your head back as you gush into his palm. Undeterred by your cries, Bucky continues to pump you and hit you in that spot that pokes into you like magic. Knees shaking and blood rushing to your ears, he kisses you softly and sweetly.

"You asked for more, yes?" He's teasing you. Taunting you. But you've never been a quitter. Never one to back down. So you nod, and you get naked beneath him. And Bucky takes you, takes your breath away and makes you forget how your night started.

You couldn't even take your time to oggle him because he's pressed against you. You takes you on your back, thighs pushed up against your chest, spread open for him. He tastes you and you give it to him. HIs tongue full of praise that fills you with butterflies. You're exposed under his gaze and the way he whispers.

"Fucking beautiful. Perfect pussy," you moan as he eats you, savors every inch of you. You dare take a peek of him and you come almost immediately when he looks at you while his face is smeared with your essence. He gives you soft kisses and little bites on your shaking thighs.

The night ends with him inside you. He glides in and out, taking his fill of you until hot lightning hits him. You latch your legs behind him, crossing your ankles to keep him inside when he tells you he was going to come.

"Inside- all of it." you plead, something that you've never done before. You're scared for a second. Scared he'll reject you and push you away only to finish off on your skin. But no, Bucky smiles again. A crooked one full of mischief and satisfaction.

"You wanna be full of me, angel? Want my seed inside you, huh?" His rhythm returns into vigor. Skin slapping against skin. You babble your concessions to him as he builds you up again. "Want to make me a daddy, again? You'll make me a daddy, huh?"

You bite on his shoulder as he pushes deep inside you. You feel him, all of him. His heartbeat erratic against your skin when he paints your inside with his seed. You feel satiated, full, warm. You feel him.

There are stars behind your eyelids after you come down from the high. You dream of touches and kisses. You dream of warm blue eyes. You dream of happiness. You dream of Bucky.

Which brings you back to this morning. As heavenly as your dreams were, you could not escape the fact that last night was stupid. Yes, you had the best fucking of your life and you can still feel him throbbing inside you but you could not face him. You had to go.

"You're just gonna leave without these?" You yelp when Bucky startles you as he stands by his bedroom door, twirling your panties in his finger. He was wearing a robe with nothing underneath, morning wood visible and beautiful. You almost drool at the sight since you didn't really get to look at it last night.

"Right. I need those back. I don't like the city breeze to pass through my-" you purse your lips and stand straight.

"Give me a kiss goodbye and I'll return them."

"Just a kiss?"

He shrugs and loops the elastic around his hand before gesturing for you to come closer.

"Maybe some breakfast."

"And then I can go?"

You step closer to him. Like a moth to flame. He smirks because he knows what's going through your head.

"Only if you want,"

Bucky grabs your wrist and pulls you against him. He gives you a kiss that makes your toes tingle. You don't go and you don't get your underwear back. But you do get to memorize every bump, vein and freckle on Bucky's body. And then, when Monday comes back around, your plan to destroy Heather is set into motion.

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vxnzcelnn · 3 years ago

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲

summary ─ it was something you shouldn’t have been doing, but well.

pairing ─ exhusband!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, dirty talk, penetrative sex, loud sex, unprotected sex bc my man loves creampie-ing, this one is filthy ehehehe

The bedpost shouldn’t have been hitting against the wall that hard for the past hour, but it was. That non-stop thump-thump-thump sound was so loud, that it was so rhythmic that you barely heard your neighbors banging angrily in response.

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vxnzcelnn · 3 years ago

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11, Loki is the one saying it. Reader is just marking her property

Hiiiii!!!!!! Sorry this took so long!!! I needed a small break but I'm baaaaack!!!! 😁😁😁 here we go!!!!

11.- "How the fuck did you manage to cover me in this many hickies?"

Pairing: Loki x reader

*****18+, minors dni. There be smut here!!*****

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You sat on the floor of your room unpacking from your latest mission. You werent supposed to be back until tomorrow but luckily was able to wrap things up sooner, returning late last night you contemplated surprising Loki, you talked everyday you were gone but you missed him terribly. Having his arms wrapped around you, hearing his heart beat when you snuggled into him. He was you safe place, your home and you loved it. But as you made it to your room the last two weeks caught up with you and you flopped on the bed passing out not even getting undressed.

You sighed looking at your pile of dirty laundry "I need a break." You said to yourself as you got up and headed the kitchen. You pulled out your phone about to text Loki to see if he wanted to join you when you heard voices in the kitchen, his laugh was unmistakable "hehehe yes, you should have seen the look on his face when I changed back and stabbed him." You heard him say, recalling the infamous "snake story". "Oh my God that's priceless, your so funny.....and cute." You heard a woman voice. You froze on the spot listening, your relationship with Loki wasn't exactly secret, but neither of you felt the need to parade around announcing it either.

"Well thank you darling." You heard him say "oh no he didn't." You whispered to yourself crossing your arms. You knew Loki, and knew he called alot of people "Darling" but that didn't mean you liked it. You slowly peaked around the corner, seeing him leaning against the counter, his back to the hallway and this woman. She was tall, definitely taller then you but that wasn't hard to accomplish, long dark hair, and you had to admit she had a pretty face. You narrowed your eyes as she batted her eyelashes at him, seeing her hand inching towards his.

You slowly walked out, clearing your throat loudly as you strode closer seeing them jump "d..darling! Your back." Loki smiled, standing up to walk over to you when you put your hand up stopping him "whose your friend?" You asked not looking away from her "Oh, this is Susan, she just started a week ago in the labs." Loki said shifting on his feet watching you nod. "Well, sorry to interrupt I just came down to get something to eat." You said clearing your throat. "Did you want me to make you something?" Loki asked watching you. "No, I've lost my appetite, nice to meet you Susan." You nodded at her turning back to the hall.

You held yourself together making it to your room. Remembering the way she was looking at him, the smile on his face as she batted her eyes at him. You felt your eyes burn as you made it to your room slamming the door. "God I'm an idiot." You said to yourself picking up your pile of laundry throwing it in the hamper when your phone went off "Darling, can I come up and talk?" You read shaking your head. "No, stay with your new piece." You typed back shutting your phone off. You grabbed a couple of towels and headed in to take a shower, needing to wash the last two weeks from your body.

You wrapped a towel around yourself walking out to your room seeing Loki sitting on the couch, a plate of spaghetti on your table "I made you something to eat darling." He smiled standing up, hearing the nickname made you grimace "I'm not hungry, maybe Susan would want it." You snarked seeing his smile drop "Darling what's wrong?." He asked stepping closer "don't call me that." You said going to your closet grabbing your pajamas. "I always call you that." He said following you "yeah, and apparently it's meaningless." You sighed stepping past him. "Would you please talk to me?" He asked.

"Just answer something for me." You sighed turning around "anything love." He said stepping closer "did you fuck her while I was gone?" You asked, seeing his face drop "w..why would you think that?" He asked stepping back "Oh I don't know, you two looked pretty cozy before you saw me." You snarked. "Love, you know how much I adore you. Your the only one I want. I was only trying to he nice." He said walking closer, pulling your into his arms. You put your hands on his chest looking up into his eyes "but.." you started when you felt his finger on your lips "no buts, there's only you y/n, I am only yours." He smiled.

Feeling his finger rub against your lip, his body pressed firmly to yours made your heart race. You looked into his eyes. smiling you parted your lips wrapping them around his finger, slowly twirling your tongue around it as you sucked hearing him moan. "Darling.." he growled as you slid your tongue up and down his finger, not breaking eye contact you untucked his shirt, unbuttoning it seeing his eyes close. You pulled off his finger with a pop "look at me." You said sternly, his eyes flying open seeing his pupils blown wide.

You pushed his shirt down his arms, your hands running up and down his smooth chest, leaning forward you began nipping and sucking on his chest. Hearing him groan you grabbed his belt buckle, angling him towards the bed backing him up while you unbuckled his belt, ripping it out of the loops tossing it aside. You leaned up, sucking hard on his neck as you unbuttoned his jeans, slipping your hand in palming him over his boxers. "Aaahhh gods y/n....." be breathed as you slowly stroked him, sucking hard on the spot under his ear that drove him mad.

You removed your hand hearing him whimper. You smiled up at him hooking your fingers under the hem of his jeans, kneeling down sliding them and his boxers down his thick thighs, your mouth watering when you were eye level with erect cock. "Mmm I missed you." You whispered leaning forward placing a light kiss on the tip hearing him gasp. You stood up, wrapping your fingers around him, slowly stroking up and down. "Who do you belong to Loki." You whispered sucking on his collar bone. "Y..you darling." He panted. You squeezed him, speeding up your stokes "and, who does this cock belong to hmm?" You whispered, your lips latching onto the other collar bone "aahh...y...you darling.....uuuhh only you." He groaned tipping his head back.

"Who gets to feel you....kiss....touch you....kiss....fuck you....hmm?" You whispered in his ear, puliing it between your teeth "You! Only you...aahh I am only for you!" He yelled out panting "i...aahh....I was made for you.....to serve you....uuuuuhh m..my queen." He panted screwing his eyes shut. You felt him twitch in your hand making you smile "it my prince going to come..hmm??" You whispered biting his neck hard "Gods yes! Yes y/n....aahhhh i....I need.... " he groaned. You leaned back, taking in every detail of his face, the way his eyes are screwed shut, his eyebrows furrowed, the way his lips were parted slightly.

"Your so beautiful." You whispered, wrapping your hand in his hair pulling his head down to you you slipped your tongue past his parted lips, kissing him passionately tightening your fingers in his hair. You pulled back, sucking on his bottom lip as you pushed him down onto the bed. He leaned up on his elbows watching as you slowly unwrapped the towel, dropping it to the floor stalking to the bed. You climbed up in him, not breaking eye contact you straddled his hips, rocking your hips back and forth feeling his hard length rubbing against your folds.

You leaned down, latching your lips to his chest, sucking hard on the spot above his nipple hearing him hiss. "D..darling please....please I need..." he moaned rocking his hips with yours. "What do you need....tell me." You growled, licking up his chest to his neck. "You! I need you!" He called out as you bit into his neck. You reached in between you, grabbing his cock lining him up "as you wish my king." You whispered in his ear as you slowly pressed your hips down on his length. His fingers digging into your hips, you both groaning as he bottomed out. "Gods your perfect..." he moaned. You leaned back, looking down at the beautiful man beneath you. "You are divine darling." He breathed, cupping your cheek. "So are you." You panted, rocking your hips back and forth.

You braced yourself on his chest, bouncing up and down hard on his length, feeling that coil in you begin go tighten "God Loki....aahh you feel....so good....." you moaned. Loki grabbed your hips thrusting into you hard "aahh y/n....I can feel you squeezing me....ooohhhh God you....you fuck me so good......." he groaned. "Harder loki! Aahh....harder please!" You yelled out throwing your head back feeling him slam into you. "Come Loki!.....I need to feel you....aaahh I need.....you to.....claim me!" You yelled gripping his forearms. You heard him growl, feeling his cock twitch inside you "fuck y/n....your so...aahhhh......gods!" He yelled out. He slammed your hips down know him, holding you there feeling him spill inside you triggering your orgasm as you came hard yelling his name.

You slowly pulled off of him, laying down running your hand across his chest, you both trying to catch your breath. "I should make you jealous more often love." He panted as you slapped his arm. He leaned over kissing you gently before he got up heading to the en suite. A few minutes later he came back with a warm washcloth "How the fuck did you manage to cover me in this many hickies?" He asked laughing. You got up, slowly walking to him, seeing his chest and neck covered in deep purple marks. "I was only claiming whats mine." You growled, grabbing his head kissing him hard. "Only yours my love." He growled against your lips.

You both got dressed heading to the kitchen seeing as your food had gotten cold. You waited by the microwave while Loki stood at the stove setting the kettle on to make tea. "Loki, hi. I was wondering where you ran off to." You heard, turning to see Susan running up to him, stopping suddenly eyes widening when she saw the marks littering his neck. "Ah yes, sorry about that. I had something I needed to....take care of." He smiled at her. "And I believe it was thoroughly taken care of....right darling." He said looking at you smiling "oh yes......thoroughly." You smiled back winking at her. "Oook....well maybe I'll see you around." She said smiling "doubtful, but ok." He said taking the kettle off the stove.

"You are evil my love." He said feeling your arms wrap around him from behind " only to people who try to take what is mine." You growled. He turned around in your arms, pulling you to him "y/n, no one is going to take me. I adore everything about you, no one can compare to you, you are my entire heart. I love you so very much." He said leaning down kissing you. Resting his forehead on yours "I love you too Loki, so much." You sighed. "Brother, are you quite well?" You both jumped hearing Thor come in "Yes I'm fine, why do you ask?" Loki asked glaring at him "it seems you have some sort of rash, you may want to speak with Banner." He said patting his shoulder leaving. You looked up at Loki innocently when you both started laughing.

"I love you y/n." He said smiling "and I love you Loki." You smiled back, knowing he was yours and you were his.

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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Following Orders

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Plot: Bucky is always grumpy, so you've resorted to being aggressively bossy. But he will show you what following orders really looks like.

Warnings: 18+. Smut with a plot.

Words: 4,8OO

A sharp hiss comes from the man before you and you clamp your thighs around his ribs tighter to steady him, the air pockets from the storm that make the plane shake and dip through the sky already making it hard enough to finish your sutures on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Would you sit still?” you snap at him and grab his shoulders to pull the open wound closer to you and make it easier to see what you’re doing. In a plane, with minimum light and a diminutive amount of supplies to help your colleague with – a colleague that never manages to ever crack a smile, especially not towards you – your current situation pretty much sucks.

“Would you just let the serum do its job?” he sneers back, but lets you pull him closer anyway as he drops his head back down, his elbows resting on his pulled up knees.

“I think it has proven to not do its job, don’t you think?” you snarl and wind the needle through his flesh again, finding it harder and harder to be careful if he keeps snapping at you like this. But your reasoning seems to shut him up since all you can hear now are small groans from the back of his throat when you tug at the torn skin.

The healing powers the serum usually served Bucky with, have abandoned him and you have a feeling it’s because he has barely slept in the past two weeks and your current mission is an assignment from hell that has lasted longer than any of you anticipated.

Yesterday, a fish hook back at the harbour had made a gnarly gash into the flesh of Bucky’s shoulder and you’d never heard him roar like that before. However, once he saw you, he quickly composed himself and made sure the two of you got out of there and onto the nearest jet. That’s where you got clear instructions from Steve to make it to one of the safe houses on the other side of the world. Why so far away, you had no idea, but you assumed the team had to split up because the intel Steve and Natasha were after gave them information that could harm the entire team.

This whole ordeal seems far from over.

So now you’re stuck on a jet for ten hours with Bucky sitting down between your legs and you situated on one of the crates in the loading space as the jet navigates through the storm on autopilot. It’s been four hours and you had slapped Bucky over the head when you realised that his wound hadn’t started healing yet at all, activating autopilot as you grabbed Bucky by his jacket and dragged him back. You were surprised that in spite of his whining and grumbling, he didn’t use his superstrength to stop you.

You’re confused that the serum could ever even heal a wound like this since you’re sure the tissue was stretched too far. So to prevent infection and improve the self healing, you offered – well… forced – him to let you stitch him up. One glare of yours and Bucky decided not to fight you on it. Besides, he couldn’t bring up the energy anyway, especially not against you.

Bucky is exhausted and the feeling of your warm thighs against his sides as you stitch him up, combined with the rumbling of the plane, almost has him lulled to sleep. After all, a soldier can sleep in any condition. Until of course, a nightmare makes the bliss dissipate.

Finishing up your handiwork, you gently clean the wound once more, making Bucky clasp onto your calves for support, before having it covered with a large bandage.

“You good?” you ask him as you throw the contaminated materials away.

“What the hell do you think?” he grunts and you flick him in the head.

“You’re welcome, you ungrateful dick.”

Bucky lets out a huff as you come to a stand, walking over to the side of the jet and pulling out one of the bunks. Moving over to one of the stocking cabinets, you find a sweater around his size and throw it in his direction.

“Put this on and for everyone’s sake, get some fucking sleep. You’re unbearable to be around,” you order and walk forward again, slipping back into the pilot seat as you check the coordinates again, hoping the storm didn’t mess with your course.

“How are you so aggressive when you’re trying to help?” he grumbles under his breath, not quite low enough or you not to hear. So you turn your head to give him another look and you see him struggling to walk. Quickly coming back to a stand to jump to his side, he almost pushes you off until his vision starts to spin. Gently helping him straighten up and walk over to the bunk, you look up at him.

“Because you won’t let people help you, but you’re surprisingly good at following orders,” you simply answer and help him down onto the bunk, your eyes softening when you watch him wince. “Seriously Bucky, get some sleep. I’ll keep on lookout and I’ll wake you when we’re there.”

Bucky reluctantly agrees and carefully lies down onto the bunk. The softness in your voice almost swept him to sleep without getting situated first, but he puts his trust in you and allows himself to fall asleep soon enough.

…

A gentle stroke over his arm makes his eyes flutter open much more peacefully than he usually wakes up and his eyes meet yours. Your voice is gentle, understanding that he came from the deepest sleep he’s had in a long time.

“We’re here. You want to come inside?” you ask him and he pushes to a sit with a deep grunt, your hands gently helping him up. That’s when Bucky notices a thick layer of multiple blankets slipping down to his hips and the chill coming in from the loading rig that’s descended onto the massive grass field the jet had landed on, the warmth from his sleep chilling his skin.

Bucky slowly assesses his surrounding and nods, “How long have I slept for?”

“The storm derailed us from the course, so you had a few extra hours. I loaded everything into the safehouse and have some food on the stove already. I’d say about eleven hours in total,” you explain as you walk off before putting your hands on your hips and staring him down. “You good to walk, soldier?”

Bucky shakes his head back to reality and nods, pushing off and following you down the rig, towards the cabin at the edge of the full forest surrounding the field.

“You stayed awake for that long?” he asked as he sauntered after you into the cabin.

“Took a short nap myself, just to be sure I could stick the landing without crashing to our deaths.” You shrug and slip your thick jacket off before making your way further into the home, walking up to the stove to check on the simmering food.

“Come here. Need to take a look at the stitches,” you bark your order and turn back to him as he walks over, a deep frown still etched into his face even after the good sleep he had.

“So bossy…” he grumbles and you roll your eyes, forcefully spinning him back around and lifting his sweater up over his shoulder where Bucky’s metal hand catches onto it so you can inspect him.

Removing the bandage, you smile when you see the insane improvement to his skin and open one of the drawers to grab a small knife to cut the stitches with. Gently cutting them and leaving just his flesh to do the rest of the healing, you’re almost sure you can see the skin mending itself.

“I think this might not even leave a scar,” you tell him proudly with a tinge of awe, and he spins around to face you.

“Good. What are we eating?” he asks and peers over the stove.

“Hot air for your rude ass.” You roll your eyes and lift the lid of the pan to stir the soup you had simmering on the stove.

In the beginning, you wouldn’t touch Bucky’s presence with a ten foot pole. The man radiated introversion and pretty much only wanted to talk to Steve. After you saw him snarl and snap at any other colleagues trying, you stayed far away from him, despite your initial intention to make him feel safe and welcome. But Steve saw your professional and withheld response to the whole Bucky situation as the perfect asset to make you both each others’ partner in missions. You wanted to complain – you really did – but you worked exceptionally well together. It turns out, when you don’t talk, you get an awful lot done.

It’s not that you don’t like Bucky, you greatly appreciate him as a colleague. But if he only likes you when you mind your own business, he would be dead. The amount of times you have saved him from himself is too many to count and you gave him a scolding twice as often. Yet all Bucky ever replies with is a huff, a roll of his eyes and turning his back on you as he saunters off to someone who won’t be on his ass all the time.

“Always so mean,” Bucky grumbles and lifts himself to sit on the kitchen counter, cleaning his hand with a cloth he found laying around.

“What can I say? Your endless optimism and happiness just brings out that side of me,” you hum sarcastically and blink harshly a few times to will away the sleep in your body, demanding for you to have a nap, making you unable to see the hint of a smile at the corner of Bucky’s mouth.

Not much later, the two of you finish your soup and you get up to clean the bowls and stuff them away, but Bucky clasps his metal fingers around your arm and stops you.

“Get some sleep. I’ll clean up,” he orders, his voice surprisingly gentle. But you frown at him and shake your head with a shrug, trying to wrench your arm loose from his grip only for it to tighten even more. “Not a request, sweetheart. Sleep, or I’ll knock you out.”

“Resorting to threats now, Barnes?”

“Don’t tempt me. You don’t know where I draw the line.” His warning and narrowed eyes soften on you and it tugs strangely at your chest. “Sleep.”

“So bossy…” Noting the seriousness in his eyes, you know not to fight him on it any longer and you put down the bowls, throwing him one last defeated scowl before making your way over to the couch and curling up on the worn cushions after putting a blanket over it.

The last thing you notice as the weight of sleep presses you into the cushions, is the gentle touch of a duvet being tucked around your snoozing frame.

…

To say it’s disorienting to wake up revitalised in the middle of the night, in a cabin you don’t know, where it’s so dark that you can’t see a hand in front of your face, is an understatement. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, your pulse having erratically quickened from the mind-numbing sleep it was in mere seconds ago, and your fingers dig into the cushions below you to ground yourself.

Swinging your legs over the side of the couch, you hear a loud grunt and something catches onto your legs, pulling you down. In your sleepy state, you barely get to scream before you’re pinned under a super soldier that looks like he went into fighting mode with his eyes closed, your eyes finally adjusting to the darkness.

“Bucky. It’s me!” you hiss and he squints down at you, taking a second to realise before slowly letting go and flicking on the nearest light, still straddling your hips.

“What the fuck, man…” Bucky groans and rubs his eyes, his voice rough and raspy from sleep. “What are you doing?”

You peer up at him with wide eyes “I just tried getting up. I couldn’t see shit, so your stomach became the ground.”

Slowly climbing off you and resting his back against the couch, he rubs the sleep out of his eyes and heaves a deep sigh.

“Well, that’s my rest gone for the rest of the night…” he grumbles with disappointment and runs a hand through his hair. You come up to a sitting position as well and make a noise in agreement.

“No. You’re going back to sleep.”

Your head snaps to him, “Excuse me?”

“Sleep.”

“What. Or you’ll knock me out?” you scoff as you rub your eyes.

“Don’t believe me?” His eyes are on you now and you tense before slowly turning to face him again.

“You are not going to knock me out!” You think. Right? “You’re not going to punch me, Barnes!”

He lets out a low laugh that skitters down your spine and your brows pull together. “I don’t have to punch you to knock you out. There are plenty of other ways.”

Your sleepy brain has a hard time catching on, before your eyes widen and you let out a noise of disgust. And your heart starts to pound harder at the wild insinuation. Why your heartbeat drops to between your legs, is something you ignore for the time being.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you scoff, if only to distract his senses from the heat radiating off your face, “you can’t fuck a woman to sleep.”

He leans in and you are on the edge of knocking him out, but his breath on your skin halts you. “You have any idea of the perks of being a super soldier?”

His voice, that deep fucking voice and the gravel in it, makes you gulp, your eyes fluttering against all your inner protests. Your fingers curl on top of your bent knees and you quickly scramble away, up to a stand. Bucky laughs up at you and shrugs, standing up himself.

But that’s it. You don’t move.

You stay quiet. Contemplating. Like only now his words sink past your skin and into your system, which heavily responds to the idea of Bucky.

Bucky fucking you. So hard and deep that you can’t help but cry out, but sob for more. You crave the satisfaction of sleep after a good, thorough pounding. And by someone who is strong and firm and has a filthy mouth. Someone you have no other attachment to. Someone you know answers perfectly to you, as proven by the many missions that showed the two of you working in such synchronised manor, it almost scared you at first.

Bucky cocks his head, “Is that what you need?”

You catapult out of your thoughts and quickly look at him again, “What?”

A smirk. “You need me to fuck you to sleep, sweetheart?”

Fuck. That is a bit direct. And if it doesn’t make you almost drool.

“Don’t say stuff like that,” you whisper breathlessly. It sounds like a plea and round eyes look at him like it is.

A plea.

But not for him to stop.

“Why?” He takes a step closer to you, his eyes darting between yours. “What does it do?”

You roll your eyes and his flesh hand raises to cup your face. His long fingers tangle into the side of your hair and his thumb tips your jaw up to tilt your head towards his gaze.

“Use your words. What does it do?” he rasps, taking another step closer until he breathes your air, leaving you with none, it seems.

“It–” you struggle to find the words. What he does to you. He makes your blood turn hot and your skin prickle with cold. He makes excitement flutter in your belly, but it might be anger – indignation at his wild behaviour towards you.

“Not so talkative now, are you?” he croons and you grit your teeth at his incessant teasing. “Or are you waiting for me to take it from you? Make you sing instead?”

Yes.

“Make you cry out for me?” he smirks. “Or maybe just make you cry? Make you beg for it – for me. You’d be such a pretty sight with tears in your eyes.”

Your head buzzes and you don’t know whether he is complimenting you or dragging you through the mud. It feels so similar and it has your heart pounding and slick coating the fabric of your panties. You try to say his name, but no sound comes out.

Bucky understands, however, the moving of your lips, and wants to bite them. Those lips. Suck on them, have them tremble.

After all that disgusting distance between the two of you from the beginning, it would be deeply satisfying for him to tear you apart like that. Have you cry out for more of him. He would take his sweet, sweet time, too. If he can control himself, that is. But he wants to take his time – mess you up real good. Have you despise that distance between you two in the future, like he has always despised that distance.

The silence between the two of you is deafening and it makes you want to squirm. Closer or far away, you don’t know.

Bucky doesn’t feel like Bucky anymore. He feels like the devil taunting you with your deepest desire. But it’s him. He’s your desire. And you can’t tell if it has always been there or if he’s manipulating you into it. He could, you know he could. But you are starting to care less, the more he looks at you. You want him, need him. Your bones are crying out for him and you want to vocalise it.

You want him to drag it out of you, those cries and that horrible, terrible need.

You imagine it. His fingers, two of them, curled inside of you. And a drag. A curl. Another drag. Tearing out your soul, one moan at a time, as he peels that pleasure to the surface.

When the quiet between you becomes unbearable, you dare to nod, give him permission. But the thought of a nod crosses your eyes and Bucky drags your mouth to his before you can give your confirmation. It is hungry, but hesitant. His soft lips and his rough fingers curling against your scalp has you whimper softly, giving him permission with your pleasure. And he unleashes himself, groaning as his other hand drags your head even closer to him.

He nips and sucks and bites at your lips, not giving you any space to venture into the kiss yourself. But you whine softly and he complies by stroking his tongue into your mouth, tangling with yours as he pulls your body up against his. Your knees are weak and your hands clasp desperately at his forearms to make sure you don’t float away, away from him. From his promising kiss for more.

The ache between your legs is near painful and you squirm on your shaky legs, needing relief desperately. But you don’t want his mouth to stop doing that. Stop kissing you, Abusing your mouth with his own. Desperate, claiming, slow, aggressive – selfish almost.

“Fuck me to sleep, Bucky.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

…

“Ah–” you rasp, squeezing your eyes closed as pain, whining pain, pulsates through your core and thighs. Your limbs are trembling and your bare skin is covered in sweat. Your arms are aching from the stretch above your head and the grip Bucky has on your wrists feels like a faint bruise.

But you haven’t come yet.

His deft fingers do nothing more than graze over your clit and you shudder, the touch agonising. He’s been at this for what feels like hours – rubbing, stroking, circling, taunting – and you feel like you are going insane.

His deep voice growls lowly against your ear, “You want to come.”

A small part of you wants to slap him for that obvious statement, but that part of you is so small, so faint, you barely know her anymore. No, that other remaining part of you lets out a wanton whine. Pathetic. Completely desperate for anything. Your mouth opens to plead, but nothing else comes out than ragged breaths, your sweaty chest rising and falling as that sweet relief is withheld from you.

“You see,” Bucky whispers, his muscular body only in boxers now, and another press of his finger to your clit has you writhe and forget that he was talking to you in the first place, “I agree with you that I respond better to orders. But I have found myself to be better at giving them. Orders – And orgasms for that matter.”

You groan.

“But you wouldn’t know that,” he continues, “since you haven’t come yet, have you?”

Heaving a deep breath, you don’t deign to give him an answer.

“I think I want the first time you come for me to be on my tongue– ” he muses and your eyes fly open. “It’d be a shame if you passed out after the first one though. You have to stay awake for me, okay? I’m not done with you yet… Wouldn’t that be cruel – to just be done with you now?”

That drags you out of your stupor and you give him the biggest eyes you can muster, the most pathetic plea you can will into your body, “Please!”

“So polite,” he hums and presses a gentle kiss below your ear. But he decides he wants more and drags his open mouth over the skin of your neck, his tongue lashing over the heated skin before sinking his teeth into it. You sigh softly, as it seems any of his touches are a relief to the endless deprivation of him.

His mouth encircles your breast, the warmth making goosebumps prickle at your skin as your nipples stiffen. Bucky hums against your skin, his tongue circling around the taut bud before giving a playful bite to the soft flesh. His mouth dances further down and his hand slips from your wrists, his palm stroking down your arm and chest to follow his mouth. You know better than to move, your fingers digging into the pillow below your head instead. Focusing on your breathing, you try to get through the ache between your hips, that desperate throbbing for the man descending your body.

Both his palms press against the inside of your thighs and press them apart, the stretch in your muscles making you arch your back. You dare to look down and your jaw drops at the sight of his dark, ravenous eyes on your cunt. His hands holding you open like it’s nothing, like they are pressing to the table his meal is on.

It takes ages, his examination of your pleasure, and your hole pulsates in answer to his stare. Your breathing hurts from heaving the thick air and you can’t take it anymore. One hand reaches down and combs through Bucky’s full hair, through his locks and cupping his face. His eyes dart up to yours and you hold back from frowning at the daze he sprung out of.

“Bucky…” you breathe, a soft question for him to give you what you need. What you want.

He nuzzles into your palm with a grin and locks his again darkened gaze onto yours, before leaning down so agonisingly slowly. But a firework as large as the galaxy springs apart when his warm lips wrap around your clit and you could mistake it for an orgasm, only to find out that when Bucky sucks your clit into his mouth, you know for a fact a deadly orgasm is well on its way to shred you to pieces.

He hums lovingly against you and you let out a raspy moan. Your thighs get pushed to the mattress as Bucky wetly suckles at you, your chest rising quickly now as your orgasm crawls higher and higher in your body. And just when you think you’re there, Bucky retreats and drags his tongue between your folds, lapping up your slick from the source.

A strangled whine slips from your lips and Bucky groans in agreement, “Fuck, I know. But I haven’t tasted you yet. Let me just– ”

Another drag of his tongue has your shivering and your hand curls into a tight fist with his hair between it. He hums in delight at the tug at his scalp and buries his face deeper into your cunt, breathing harshly as he struggles to combine it with eating you whole. But the sounds alone, get you closer and closer and– “Bucky!”

“Go,” he hums against you, almost hurried. “Come on my tongue.”

An order indeed.

Body curling, your orgasm barrels into you like an avalanche. Endless weight presses on your nerves and you sob and moan and cry out, twitching against Bucky as his arms slip around your thighs to hold you to his mouth. Drinking your orgasm up and grinding his own hips into the mattress, Bucky devours the feeling of having you come under him. He had been teasing himself, never mind you. He wanted it to last, wanted you more pliant and bendy before he allowed you to come.

He crawls up your body, but you barely notice it, your orgasm still haunting you, racking through your spine and turning your blood to syrup. Bucky takes advantage of your open mouth and licks into it, teasing, smiling, taunting. For you to respond to him, prove him you’re still there.

So you move, languidly dragging your mouth against his as you tangle your hand into his hair again, pulling him closer. He groans into your mouth and a feeling of triumph swells in your chest at the way Bucky’s body melts to your side. Though the deception of his surrender might have been a distraction when you suddenly feel two fingers press into you, instantly curling against a swollen wall inside of you that has you gasp against his lips.

“Oh, fuck!” you moan and Bucky chuckles deeply above you, his fingers retreating before pressing into you again. His thumb teasingly darts over your swollen clit and lightning strikes your every nerve.

“You think too lowly of yourself to think I would be done with you,” Bucky rumbles, his lips moving against the flushed skin of your cheek, your eyes having closed in overwhelming pleasure. His fingers move faster and twist into you, opening you up. Then then slow again, teasing – endlessly teasing. Then faster. Slower.

Unpredictable – and your body cannot keep up as it hauls you closer to your high before retreating like it burned itself. But to burn yourself on the devil – on Bucky. What a delight. You sigh deeply and let the bed swallow you whole as you buck up against Bucky’s hand. He presses soft kisses to your cheek, mumbling to you that you’re almost there and you have to let him make you come again.

“More,” you breathe out. “More, more, more…”

He obliges and presses into your spot so well, his thumb dragging two firm circles over your clit at the same time and you burn alive. You arch like a string pulls you to the ceiling as Bucky’s fingers fuck you through a numbing orgasm. From your crown, all the way down to your toes, fire bursts and surges and implodes. Your moans sound attractive to your own ears as you come, your voice breaking and filled with breaths, crying out to the heavens that the devil made you come again.

And the haze clears, the fog lifting as your eyes open to watch a heady Bucky lick appreciatively at his fingers, the gleam on them reflecting the minimum amount of light in the bedroom. Your hand slides from his hair to his chest and you press him to the mattress, his own eyes widening as you crawl over him.

You straddle his waist, hissing as your bare pussy settles over his angry, hard cock. The fabric is rough to your skin, but you can only focus on his face.

Bucky leans up on his forearms and raises an eyebrow at you. “I don’t think so– ”

“Oh yes. You are going to let me use you and then,” you smirk, “you can make me pass out. Since you have failed to do so thus far…”

A slow smile spreads over his face, “So bossy…”

You answer with a grin and a slow grind over his weeping cock, making him stutter under you, “Let’s see how well you follow orders now, Mr. Barnes.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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Oblivious (August Walker x Reader) [Request]

Hey your requests are open !! That’s awesome

I wanted to know if I could request a jealous august walker and a fem!reader. Where she’s kinda oblivious to people looking at her in a inappropriate way or making passes, she’s kind of innocent. And he just get really protective

She kinda represents these emojis <💗😊🎀💐🥺✨

Thanks 🧡—Requested by anon

Warnings: none

Gif Source: cinemagal

“What’s your name?”

You glanced aside at the guy leaning against the restaurant bar. He swept his gaze over you, a sloppy grin on his face.

“Do I know you?” you asked. “Is that why you’re asking?”

His lips peeled back further from his coffee-stained teeth. “I’d like to get to know you.”

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vxnzcelnn · 3 years ago

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I see August is August Walker’s month so here’s a smut.

Summary: Reader finds August Walker, whom she has already hooked up with in the past, and takes him home so he can dick her down.

Pairings: August Walker x reader (1st person pov)

Warnings: unprotected sex (piv), teasing, talk of protection but none is used, size kink, kissing soles of your feet and ripping stockings, cockwarming, oral, sorry this smut is a bit mechanical, i usually write more poetic/sensual ones

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction, obviously I don’t own the character August Walker or MI6. Tom Cruise probably does.

I opened the door to my apartment, keys jingling and August hot on my heels. My hips felt hands grabbing onto them, causing me to giggle.

"Hey, let me get your coat off," I said, and took it off of him, slightly clumsily. But I felt a little buzz from all that alcohol so I let my hands linger over his shoulders and then trailed them down the muscles of his back. Oh my my, I was so wet.

"Nice place you've got here, babygirl," he said as I hung his thick winter coat over a hook, and hoped that my carpet wouldn't get wet from the melting snowflakes.

"Thank you," I said absentmindedly, and went into the kitchen to get some more wine. I poured it into 2 glasses, and took them into the living room.

"I've only got red wine, is that alright?" I questioned and he nodded. I watched his hair shine in the dull lighting. It was longer than I remembered it being. But the last time I saw him was when I was a freshly minted agent and now I was practically a veteran. A lot had changed since then.

"So you're religious now." He pointed to a book on the table.

"It's my mother's," I said and gave his glass to him. I took his hand and led him to the couch, he took the cue and sat down. The book was resting on his lap. It was an old leather bound book, a photocopy of an original Gutenberg, intended to find me purity.

"I don't believe in any of it but it she does, so I have it here. She was here last night so it's out," I told him. He nodded, his eyes were glued to my chest. August probably knew from my file that I had parents, but it was still awkward to bring them up.

"She's scared for my soul. Thinks it'll protect me somehow," I went on, and slid from the arm of the couch and half into his lap. His gaze was unnerving. I could tell he was just staring at my boobs and really heard nothing. His strong hands gripped my thighs tight. He could wrench my knees open with ease.

"Protect you from what?" He tore his gaze from my chest. I leaned back and further arched my spine from my seat on the arm of the couch. I smirked and replied, "from serial killers and all the big city mumbo jumbo."

August was like a leaking gas pipe, and I needed to be the spark so we could explode.

So I leaned closer to him, and placed the book on the coffee table so that I could take its place on his lap.

"And of course, men like you." I whispered. I straddled him. My fingers went to feel his scruffy face.

"Men like me?" He smirked. His hands creeped between my legs, and I instinctively tried to close them. He tsk-ed, and found my covered pussy.

He wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me closer till our lips were almost touching. I tried to grind into his hand.

"Be patient," He ordered, and moved away as I tried to kiss him. I whined and went in for another kiss but he held me back. "Tell me what I do to you. Your cunt is dripping."

I whined at his choice of words.

"Answer me, baby," he said, and smirked at me. His fingers stroked my clothed clit, making me squirm for more pressure.

"You make me want to-," I stuttered, "do things to you." He laughed at this, mirth in his blue eyes.

"I've heard you say things that would make the madame of a whorehouse blush. Try harder."

"August, you know what I mean," I slapped my hands on his chest.

"What I got from that is you need my cock to put you to bed tonight?" He said, and I nodded like the good girl I was.

I reached over and grabbed my glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp. I wasn't done putting it back when he pulled me into him, and smashed his mouth onto onto mine. The glass landed with a thud on the carpet, but that was the last thing on my mind.

His lips were firm, and as I kissed back I felt delightfully lightheaded. His whiskers rubbing against my soft cheeks reminded me just how soft, weak and pliable I was, compared to him.

He took my bottom lip between his teeth, and softly bit me. I tried to get in control of our movement and pulled his hair so he stayed still. I rose on my knees, so that I could kiss on him. I rested my hands on his shoulders, and reveled in the tone of his strong muscles moving under his skin. His hands found my butt and he squeezed me. I let out a gasp and he took this as an invitation to get some tongue going on.

I moved my lips against his in the most sensual way I could, occasionally pulling back then going in again. But he was an even better kisser than I was. Oh my, that beard drove me crazy.

The way he kissed me left me dizzy, and yearning for so much more. His lips found my neck, and I tilted my head to give him better access. He placed open mouth kisses down its length until he found my collar bone and began sucking at my sweet spot right under it. My knees bucked under me and I pulled his hair harder.

"Ah," I let out a shaky breath, and tried to push him off of me, but he bit me to leave a mark. I moaned; the small make out session was enough to make me very dizzy. My legs gave in completely and I collapsed into his arms.

He pulled down my dress a little more, and kissed between my breasts.

"So, so, beautiful," he mumbled, admiring the bruises he left on me. He cupped one breast through the cloth and squeezed a little.

"Lay back and let me see what's new, babygirl." He whispered, hands going to undo the clasps of my dress.

"No, wait," I said, and grabbed his bicep, "bedroom," I demanded. He didn't reply, but hooked an arm under the knees and placed one behind my back so he could carry me bridal style. I threw my arms around his neck and pushed off as much of the shirt I could. I placed a kiss to his warm skin, and rubbed his chest hair between my fingers.

He gently let me onto the bed and took a step back, shrugging off his shirt, then my dress.

The cool air over my body brought out my insecurities, so I sat on the bed and pressed my knees over my chest pretending to take the stockings off.

"Do you particularly care about these?" August asked me, as he knelt in front of me. His hands found my ankles and he dragged them till my knees were hanging over the edge of the bed. I hoped he found me prettier than last time.

"Do you, baby?" He asked, towering over me, and fidgeting with the waistband.

"No, not really," I said, and he pushed me down onto my back.

"Good," he said, and knelt down again. He took my right foot in the palm of his hand and abruptly ripped the cloth off of me. It shocked me but the sound made me insanely turned on. I couldn't really see what he did but I had a pretty good idea from touch. He continued till my calf was fully bare, and placed a kiss at the hollow between my toes and heel. He pressed kisses into my skin until he reached my knee, then tore the rest.

I might’ve been his prey tonight, but I wasn't going down without a fight.

"Take your pants off," I demanded from my spot on the bed.

"Does it look like you're in a position to make demands?" He said, and lightly slapped the inside of one thigh. I involuntarily spread my legs a little. He put his fingers under the hem of my panties and tugged them off. I closed my legs instinctively, but his grip on my knees made me fully exposed. He spread my legs and held them in place, before running a finger down my folds. I wriggled my hips but it didn't work.

"You're so wet baby, how long has it been?" He asked me, and chuckled but I got no time to reply. He hooked a hand around my knees and pulled me till where his lips were over my clit. I yelped and squealed, my hands in his hair. He softly sucked on my clit, and occasionally took it between his teeth. One hand held me down, while the other had two fingers knuckles deep in me. The combination of his fingers in me, and the gentle suction had me writhing.

“Fucking hell, August.”

His fingers curled in me making a 'come hither' motion. My hands crumpled the sheets under me. I screamed as he increased the pace, and a soft blow of cool air over the abused skin was enough to tip me over the edge. My vision blurred, and my back arched, and I sunk back into the bed with stars in my eyes. As it wore off, I saw him, now without his pants and a freakin tent in his boxers, looking strangely concerned.

"That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."

"So are you gonna keep standing there or come here and fuck me?" I demanded.

I sat up, and he pushed me back into the bed, lips on mine. The feel and taste of him on me made me more drunk than the half bottle of wine did. His hand reached behind me to unclip my bra, and I let him. His mouth found my hard nipples, and I tried to palm him through his boxers. I hooked my toes under the strap and tugged them down partially. To my defense, there wasn't much thinking going on with this mouth on my bare skin. And I had to get him naked somehow. To my pleasure, he took them off himself.

"Protection?" I stopped kissing him to ask. His dick was pressing into my upper thigh as he hovered over me.

"Don't you have any?" He asked. His hair fell over his face, his pink lips turned red like crushed raspberries. I pushed his shoulder until he was on his back, and I could straddle him.

"Are they in your pants or what?" I asked, kissing down his sternum and abs till I reached the happy trail. His breath quickened as I kissed his lower abdomen, and my hands wrapped themselves around his cock. I pressed a kiss to the tip, and loved the whine he made. He seemed a lot bigger than I remembered, making me wonder if it would fit in me.

"None of that today, c'mere," he pulled me up by my hair, and I refused to kiss him.

"How long has it been, huh?" I teased back. But the elephant in the room was whether I'd let him fuck me without a condom. Actually it was whether I'd let him take me at all, because the monster pressing against me stood hard, and an inch beyond my belly button.

"You'll pull out?" I asked, and my hands were still where they really shouldn't have been. I was just trying to gage how thick he was; no amount of lube could get me comfortable. But there's no pleasure if it doesn't hurt even just a little. I ran my hand up and down his shaft, and he grabbed my wrists in warning. I leaned down and kissed his Adam's apple, then the hollow between his collar bones.

Before I knew it, I was on my back and I squealed at the sudden movement.

"What was that for?" I asked, and my reply was a kiss. I wrapped a leg around his waist, and spread the other just enough so he could fit between them. His head was now probing at me, and I moaned in anticipation.

"Do something," I said, and whimper as he kissed my neck furiously. His hands gripped my hips and he pressed himself at my entrance. I bucked my hips to take more of him.

"You’re so huge," I whimpered, but eagerly awaited him.

"I'm not pulling out." August warned. That dick, he just wanted to get me desperate.

"Fuck me," I said, and he did. I felt his tip probing me, and it began pushing against the resistance of my muscles. The feel of him stretching me took my breath away, but he was barely halfway there.

"Fuck babygirl you're so wet, and so warm," he said into my ear, and bit the earlobe. I let out a strangled moan in response. He slid into me, and I cried out. The places he found in me were only open to him. I wrapped my legs around him tighter and hooked my ankles.

He withdrew fully, before slamming into me once again. His thrusts were slow but powerful, and left me yearning for more. My veins were on fire with pleasure. "August, please," I begged.

I angled my hips to take him deeper like a true masochist. He encouraged me, telling me in groans how well his little slut could take his cock. His deep thrusts were brutal, making me cry out as my walls dragged against his shaft.

"Take your pleasure from me. Go harder," I moaned. One hand came to cup my face and he kissed my lips. He drove himself home, and I whimpered at the sharp pain it brought. I felt like I was being split open in half. I'd missed this.

I kissed back and parted my lips, and his tongue pushed into me just like his cock had. I was overwhelmed but my body welcomed the intruder. While kissing me fully, he continued his assault on me. I moaned and whimpered, both in pleasure and in pain, but they were swallowed by his mouth on mine. My hips bucked to match his thrusts, and my finger nails left angry marks over his back.

His fingers worked little figure 8's over my clit. I didn't think I could come again after that fantastic orgasm, but I could feel myself getting there once more, and I barely had time to tell him before I came loudly. My walls contracted and I gripped him. He felt burning hot and insanely hard inside me.

"Do that again," he said, and I clenched around him. His thrusts were now sloppy, but still too much for me. I tried to get away but he held my hips in place, and groaned before slamming all the way into me. I was very sensitive and the stretch was too much, my eyes watered. He found resistance, but he roughly pushed into me anyway. They didn't call him The Hammer for no reason.

I screamed as I felt myself opening up to him even more, and he was buried deep into me. “Augie, you’re too big, he’s splitting me open.”

"I need your cum, baby. Mark me as yours," I whispered to him, all thoughts of birth control off my mind as I spread my thighs.

He came moaning my name, and flooding me with his warmth. It soothed my raw insides. He didn't pull out, but collapsed onto me.

I threaded my hands through his hair, and kissed his shoulder. But I didn't dare move my hips, because he was still in me deep, and I when I looked down I could faintly see the line of the monster lodged in me. It was very, very hot and now I knew how sex rearranged your insides.

"You're too heavy," I complained and he placed a hand between my shoulder blades and flipped us so I was lying on his chest. His skin was slightly sticky but warm.

He reached to pull the covers over us, and wrapped his arms firmly around me. I felt tiredness wash over me.

"Aren't you gonna pull out?" I asked. I could've done it, but I liked how he burned in me, and how hard and strong he felt in and under me.

"No, keep my cock warm darling. Besides, it'll make it easier for us in the morning," he said and kissed my head. I snuggled into him.

"Did you have to come in me?" I asked, and slapped his chest lightly.

"I'll come on your boobs tomorrow if that's gonna please you," August teased and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Will I wake up to morning wood?" I asked. He was softer inside me now, and it was surprisingly nice. If any of his cum leaked I'd have to lick it off, so I didn't mind.

"Is that even a question?" He continued, "sleep, love, you'll need the energy tomorrow."

I laid my cheek against his chest, and he played with my hair till I feel asleep in his arms, stuffed like a turkey but warm and content.

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