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𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬

This is the first soulmate au I’ve ever written and I just love this trope so much. I hope you enjoy it! - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Loki x female reader (the reader is Asgardian as well)

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 |  by @ravennevermorewitch​ , here ♡  

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |  “Never leave the convent’s sacred ground - for there is a monster hunting for you.” This warning is the one thing your mother left you, written in a letter left with you on the steps of the convent’s chapel when you were an infant. The sacred grounds are all you’ve known, the rules of the church that throttle you like a corset laced too tight. And the strange dreams gracing your sleep ever since you entered adulthood - of a stranger with sapphire eyes and raven hair. Nothing but dreams filling you with a longing you cannot put into words - until one night during midnight mass, you encounter the new priest, a beautiful stranger with sapphire eyes and raven hair. And he seems to recognize you as well. 

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 |  a soulmate au with fairy tale vibes, Loki disguising himself as a priest, lots of smut and romance 

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 |  10 k 

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |  SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU’RE 18+ YEARS OLD!), unprotected sex (please be safe in real life and wear a condom!), masturbation, slight voyeurism, reader calling Loki Father once because she thinks he’s a priest, sex in a church. It’s getting blasphemous, lovelies, so buckle up and have your holy water at the ready.

If Hell exists, this fic is my ticket down there, and I’ll be getting a crown and champagne as they welcome me in 😂

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤 

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 “𝐲𝐨𝐮” 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩.𝐨.𝐯.

Branches whip her cheeks as she stumbles through the woods, the path ahead winding like a snake through the thicket, barely lit by the patches of moonlight which filter through the canopy of leaves forming the roof of the forest. Thorns tear at her cloak, and the fabric is ripped apart as she stumbles, her grip around the infant in her arms tightening – yet still, she doesn’t slow down. She can’t slow down. Not when she’s so close.

Safety. She needs to get her to safety.

The new-born in her arms is still, as if she can sense the danger creeping through the tranquil night, the monstrous creature which will start hunting for her soon enough, with black magic curling through every crevice of the Nine Realms in search for what belongs to him, belongs with him, his mind as twisted and sharp like the tree branches jutting into the path to slash the fabric of her cloak and tear cuts into the skin of her cheeks.

Through the web of branches, she can see the lights in the distance, like benevolent faerie guiding her through the darkness of the forest as her tired legs carry her further and further through the thicket. A noise rips from the back of her throat, an outcry of relief mingling with a sob.

So close.

The forest gives way to a graveyard, the jagged wooden crosses and tombstones like silent onlookers as she stumbles along the gravelly path that leads up to the church which looms ahead like a silent guardian. The building is old. Ivy climbs up the northern wall like snakes, hacking roots into the cracks between the withered stones as if the forest were slowly reclaiming what has been stolen from it centuries ago.

Frost laces the air with every ragged breath she takes, and the tears which run down her face freeze in the cold air of the winter night.

And still, these tears keep running.

With a weep that rips through her chest, as if her heart is tearing apart, she places the infant on the front step of the church, the tiny creature wrapped in blankets to keep her warm until she’ll be found in the morning.

It tears her apart, and yet…she needs to protect her new-born daughter. She can’t let him get to her. She can’t let him have her.

For now, the skin at the new-born girl’s left wrist is unmarred. But the words of the priestess she consulted as to her daughter’s fate with such high hopes were unequivocal, a warning shattering her heart. When she enters adulthood, there will be a mark etching itself into the skin of her wrist, the essence of her soul, a name binding her to that monster locked beneath the golden walls of the palace.

Usually, such a mark is reason for happiness, a blessing. The name to appear on her daughter’s wrist one day, though…it’ll be a curse. She must save her as long as she still can.

“I’m sorry, my sweet,” she whispers into the night, letting her fingers trace the baby’s soft cheek for one last time. “There is no other way.”

The little one stares up at her mother, the stars reflecting in her eyes, as if she understands.

“They’ll keep you safe. He won’t get to you here. He’ll never lay a hand on you.”

She clambers back to her feet on trembling legs to vanish back into the night and the thicket of the woods, her last goodbye hanging in the air like the whisper of the icy wind.

She can only hope that these words were the truth.

That he never finds the poor girl damned to be his mate.

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Steve, to Bucky: Ok, so you have a few options.

Steve: This one *points to Wanda* is adorable, knows how to cook and has awesome powers.

Steve: This one *points to Natasha* can fight really good, has a nice smile and a sweet personality.

Steve: This one *points to Maria* has amazing fighting skills, has bright eyes, makes amazing muffins and can salsa.

Steve: This one *points to Y/N* uh, is clumsy, likes disney, cake and is kinda broken. Yeah, maybe not that one-

Bucky: I want that one.

Steve: Wh- But what about the others?

Bucky: No. I want that one *points to Y/N*

Steve: But the others-

Bucky: I. Want. That. One.

Y/N: *Awkwardly waves*

Bucky: Yup, that's the one. It's mine now.

Prompt #2 // Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: “I didn’t know what to get you, so I brought chocolate, flowers, AND a huge stuffed animal.”

Word Count: 357

Warnings: None

A/N: A small Valentine gift! Enjoy!

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request if open; daddy!bucky had a bad day and little!reader is just trying to comfort him but he accidently lashes out and yells at her/pushes her and immediately feels guilty but she regresses even more into her little space and is scared of him, you can kinda play around w this and figure out how it ends! xx

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word Count: 3,423 (you know you love me)

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, yelling, harsh treatment, crying, angst turned fluff?

A/N: thank you so much for sending this in, nonnie. i took your request and ran with it to angst land. Hope you enjoy xx💜

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“Dada,”

She could see Bucky’s frown, the lines on his forehead wrinkling his handsome face up. She knew it meant he was upset and she never wanted Daddy to be upset. She knew he never left her upset.

Bucky’s been looking like that since he walked through the mansion door that morning, barely acknowledging her when she greeted him. He almost forgot to give her her welcome-home kiss even.

“Not now, angel,” Bucky murmured, proceeding to flip through the papers covering his desk, huffing and puffing every now and then at the mess he was stuck trying to fix.

“Wanna show you somethin’,” she whispered, biting back a smile.

“Later, angel. I’m busy right now.”

He regretted telling her to come in. He should’ve known she’d be nothing but a distraction.

“Dada, jus’ take one look,” she bounced on her feet before slipping a neat sheet of paper on top of Bucky’s desk, momentarily blocking his view of the contracts he was angrily staring at. Now that made Bucky mad.

“I said I was busy!” Bucky shouted as his head snapped to her, his hand slamming down on the paper without even seeing it, blindly crumpling it and throwing it on the floor at her feet. She flinched at the sudden outburst, taking a step back.

“Dada,” tears filled her eyes as she looked at her discarded paper. Bucky just broke her heart.

“Why don’t you ever listen!” Bucky grabbed her arm tighter than usual, pulling her back to him, “How many times do I need to repeat the words for you to understand! I said not now, didn’t I?!” He let go of her arm with more force than he’d intended, making her stumble a little.

She was terrified now. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked at Bucky with wide eyes. He has never lashed out on her like that, not even when she was big. She was scared. As her breath picked up, she wished she’d never left her playroom.

“Get out and don’t step into this office again until I tell you you can, you hear me?” Bucky growled, oblivious to the signs of regression and horror showing on her face.

Her quick nods set off no alarms in his head as he watched her run out of his office.

Bucky felt bad about taking his anger out on her the second she fled the room. He flopped back down with a huff, flipping through the contracts again and again with no focus. He threw them down carelessly, running his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.

Cracking his hurting neck, Bucky regretted raising his voice at her. He couldn’t see the words on the contracts; her teary eyes flashing through his mind every time he tried reading.

Why did he have to yell? He could’ve just looked at her paper. She was likely trying to show him a drawing. Why couldn’t he just go with it? He’s sworn he’d never let anybody hurt his angel and then he goes and does this?

Bucky was ashamed. What kind of Daddy was he if he treated his little like that? It was no excuse that he was still getting used to being a Daddy. Bucky knew that wasn’t how a man should treat his girl.

He bowed forward, picking up the balled paper by his desk. He carefully straightened it, deciding to fix his angel’s damaged drawing and make it up to her.

Only it wasn’t a drawing; the paper was a handwritten Daddy-Angel contract. It even had colourful flowers, bees and butterflies decorating the paper and everything.

She was probably trying to play office with him; probably just wanted Bucky to pretend he was signing her paper too.

A sad smile spread across Bucky’s lips as he read the paper. The contract stated that

- Dada will smile

- Dada will not be angry no more

- Dada will let me sit on his lap (will be quiet pp)

- Dada will play with me after work

Dada: ……………..

The paper ended with a free space for Bucky to sign in case of agreement to the ‘terms’.

There were a lot of moments where Bucky wished he could turn back time, but not being able to do so in this very moment seemed to torture him the most. He was an asshole.

She just wanted him to calm down. She respected that he was working and she wasn’t trying to interrupt, she merely wanted him to smile. She even pinky promised to sit quietly in his lap.

Bucky has messed up and it was for nothing because the damage to his work has already been done. He shouted at her like she was responsible when she was just trying to help him feel better.

Bucky got his pen out of his pocket, signing the empty place by his name, remorsefully sighing at his utter stupidity.

~

“Angel,” Bucky called, knocking on the door before opening it.

She wasn’t in her playroom, but Bucky could see her round table full of similar papers to the one he had folded in his pocket.

She’s made at least 6 of these ‘contracts’, some of them were written in different colours or had spelling mistakes.

She’d obviously worked hard until she settled on the paper to give him and he ended up throwing it on the floor.

Bucky’s hand rubbed his face, frustrated at himself and his lack of control. An asshole was what he was. An asshole.

“Angel, where are you, baby?” Bucky sighed, opening the bedroom door to see her sitting, hugging her knees on the large bed.

She looked too tiny bundled up like that and her muffled sniffles punched at Bucky’s heart.

“Angel.”

She only lifted her head up when she felt the bed dip under Bucky’s weight and panic flashed over her delicate features.

“Baby, don’t cry,” Bucky said, his hand instinctively moving to wipe her tears only to have her flinch back, squeezing her eyes shut as if she was awaiting a blow.

Bucky’s heart stopped beating for a second when he realized what had just happened.

She was scared of him. His angel had flinched away from his touch. A huge lump formed in Bucky’s throat as she opened her eyes again, “angel?”

“Please don’ hurt me. Won’ come to the office. Won’ leave the room.” She shook her head and sobbed, scurrying back on the bed and away from Bucky.

This pained Bucky more than any punishment he thought he deserved. The look on her face was enough for him to want the walls to open up and swallow him.

“Angel, I would never hurt you. You know that.” Bucky whispered, sniffing back the tears about to spill down his bearded cheeks.

He needed to hear her say she did. He needed to know she knew Bucky could never hurt her.

She looked from Bucky to her left arm where his metal hand had grabbed her earlier. His fingers had left a mark around her arm. The skin was still pulsing as if his hold on her never loosened.

It was too late and it didn’t matter what he said because he’d already hurt her and the evidence was on her body.

Bucky’s mouth opened and closed as he swallowed again. He didn’t know what to say. He was supposed to be the one protecting her, not the one hurting her. How could he do such a thing to his angel?

“Oh, baby,” he breathed, shaking his head regretfully before trying to get closer to her.

Her instant reaction was to crawl back further and Bucky’s heart sank to his stomach. He felt his soul leaving his body when he looked her in the eyes and saw fear.

A tear betrayed him, falling down, gliding by his lips. Bucky wiped it away quickly, sniffing and clearing his throat.

“I signed your contract, angel.” Bucky got the paper out of his pocket, opening it and putting it on the bed for her to see.

Her eyes looked down and more tears left them at the sight of her once fine work now ruined.

“I’m so sorry, angel. Daddy was bad, baby. I’m sorry,” Bucky pleaded, his fingers reaching out for hers.

She pulled her hand away quickly, hiding it behind her back and Bucky knew he had really messed up. It was no use trying.

She was scared of him. His touch frightened her and was no longer a symbol of comfort to her.

He took his hand away, straightening his back and getting off the bed.

“I-I’ll see you at lunch then.” Bucky sniffed again.

“And angel?” he called from the door, getting her attention.

“Thank you for caring for daddy. I love you.” Bucky has never heard his voice as weak as he did in that moment and he felt even worse when she didn’t say it back.

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When the table was set and Bucky came out of his office to find her chair empty, another lump was quick to form in his throat.

He wasn’t even hungry. He had no appetite to eat; he just wanted to see her but didn’t have the guts to peek into their bedroom again.

“Angel?” Bucky was ready to knock on the bedroom door but it was already open.

He carefully pushed it and took a look inside to find the bed empty. He tried not to freak out as he knocked the en suite bathroom door and got no answer. When he opened it, she wasn’t there either.

Bucky could hear his own blood pumping in his ears because she was no where to be found in her playroom as well.

She left. She left him and she had every right to. How could he lose her? How could he lose the one good thing in his life?

Tears distorted Bucky’s vision as his hand clutched the side of the door. His heart clenched at the thought of never seeing her again, never hearing her sweet voice call for him again; never getting to smell her on his pillow again.

The sound of her feet padding on the floor behind him pulled Bucky out of his head and he thought he’d imagined it for a second. He turned around and she froze when his eyes fell on her.

She shifted on her feet, hiding one behind the other and internally hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice she was roaming around with bare feet when he’d specifically asked her not to before.

That was the last of Bucky’s concerns at the moment though. He was just relieved she didn’t leave him even if he deserved it.

“Where were you, angel?” the tenderness of Bucky’s tone let her know he wasn’t mad at her for walking around shoeless.

“Couldn’ fin’ PinePine,” she replied softly, referring to the white feline, “’s lunch time.” Her eyes remained fixed on her feet as she avoided Bucky’s.

He was secretly thankful for that, not wanting her to see him in tears twice in the same day.

She was so pure; so caring and loving to everyone around. Bucky found himself slightly jealous of his own cat for a second there.

“Where did you find, PinePine?” He asked calmly, just wanting to hear her speak to him.

“Downstairs,” she answered shortly, leaving Bucky disappointed.

“Let’s go then. The table’s set.” Bucky smiled, hesitantly offering her his hand.

She stood unmoving for a few seconds, eyes still casted down, before she decided to hold onto Bucky’s pointer.

He sighed, knowing she was still scared but didn’t want to reject him. She was so sweet on him even when he least deserved it.

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When lunch was over, Bucky let her know she could come to the office whenever she wanted, although he doubted she would. She gave a small nod before running back to the other room as Bucky shouted an “I’ll get back to work then.” behind her.

He didn’t actually get back to work. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t think of anything but the way she pulled away from his touch every single time he tried to come near her, or the way she forced herself to hold one of his fingers as they walked less than 10 steps together to the dining room. She'd even begged him not to hurt her earlier.

How did he let himself fuck up so bad? When did they get there? What was he going to do now? How does one get forgiven after being this awful?

A lamp lit above the mafia boss’ head and he grabbed a clean sheet of paper before he could lose the idea.

Bucky was going to write his angel a contract. A pardon contract.

His Daddy-Angel 2.0 contract stated that:

- Angel will forgive Daddy

- Angel will not be sad with Daddy no more

- Angel will sit on Daddy’s lap (even if she doesn’t wanna be quiet)

- Angel will play with Daddy after work if she still wants to

Angel: …………….

Bucky sighed as he tried to draw anything other than sloppy hearts in the empty places around the words to decorate the paper but he was terrible at this. He was desperately in need of his angel’s forgiveness though so he scratched his beard and kept working.

Bucky needed to know she wasn’t actually scared of him; not her. Anyone but her. He wouldn’t be able to take it. He wouldn’t be able to ever tolerate himself if she didn’t forgive him.

Bucky’s tongue was hanging outside the side of his mouth as he drew another birdie on the bottom of the contract. It didn’t really look like a bird, unless of course that bird was struck by lightning a hundred times before, but Bucky thought it would do. After all, he was no artist. He didn’t draw. He didn’t deal with colours; he dealt with weapons. His hands were rough for a reason. But he would do anything for his angel. Anything to win her over again.

A knock on his door cut off his focus and Bucky groaned.

“Come in.”

He felt sorry for whoever had the bad luck of interrupting him during his contract-making, ready to yell at someone.

Bucky looked up from his desk when he didn’t hear anyone speaking, and his face has never softened so fast.

It was his girl who’d come into the office. She had her folded contract in her hand and her eyes were looking kind of puffy from crying.

Bucky just stared at her in remorse, pushing his chair back a bit as he watched her walk closer to his seat.

He wanted to tell her he was sorry. He was so sorry. He’s never been sorrier in his life. He wanted nothing more than to take every word and every harsh touch back.

She stood there for a second, waiting to see if Bucky was going to kick her out this time too. When he didn’t, she rounded the desk and stopped by Bucky’s chair.

Bucky remained speechless, not wanting to scare her away again. She came to him. She came on her own. Unless she came to throw the contract in his face and break up with him, that should be a good sign.

Her tongue peeked outside, wetting her lips nervously before she stretched an arm out, ever so carefully nearing it to Bucky’s thigh. Her gaze was glued to Bucky’s face, gauging his reaction. When Bucky’s frown didn’t show up she let her palm touch Bucky’s leg.

Bucky didn’t understand what she was doing but he wouldn’t dream of questioning her. He was just glad she was okay with touching him again at all after what he’d done, even if she was doing it so cautiously it broke his heart to a thousand pieces.

With her stare trained on Bucky, she stepped forward, slotting herself in the small space between Bucky’s chair and his desk, facing him. Her hands moved to grab on Bucky’s strong shoulders, still watching his face. She swallowed before effortlessly climbing on, cozily curling herself on his lap.

Bucky’s heart swelled as he felt her nose nuzzle his shirt. His own emotions overwhelmed him and tears gathered in his eyes.

“Angel?” his voice was barely a whisper as he looked down to her, careful not to startle her.

She looked up at him worriedly, thinking he didn’t want her where she was.

Her eyes showed fear for a short second before she unfolded the scrunched paper in her hand, a finger pointing to the third term.

“Dada signed,” she said, her eyes so innocent and Bucky couldn’t contain himself anymore.

“Oh, angel,” Bucky’s tears uncontrollably rolled down, wetting his beard.

He held her so close, she could hear his heartbeats drumming in his chest.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Bucky cried, wetly kissing her forehead over and over.

“I’m sorry, my angel. Forgive me,” he repeated, leaning down to kiss her bruised shoulder before lifting both hands to his lips and kissing them, “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

“Dada,” her smaller hands cupped Bucky’s cheeks as sadness covered her features.

She’s never seen Bucky like that. Not even at his father’s funeral did he sob like that.

She didn’t know it but to Bucky, the thought of losing her hurt more than the actual loss of a family member who never gave two shits about him.

She was Bucky’s everything. His love, his partner, his companion, his baby angel. She was the one who stole his heart and took good care of it. Bucky would give up anything and everything in life and choose her to forever keep, protect and love.

Her short thumbs wiped under Bucky’s eyes, pushing his tears away. She turned to straddle him and wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her cheek on his shoulder.

The smell of her hair calmed Bucky’s heart down as he turned his face to kiss her head, hands settling on her back, “I will never hurt you, angel. Please tell me you know that, my love.”

Bucky’s hoarse voice had her pulling away from the hug. She sat back and looked her man in the eyes, her thumb brushing his chin, “I know,” she whispered and Bucky could see it in her eyes. She did. She believed him. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

She stroked Bucky’s cheeks as he sniffled, smiling gratefully at her reply. And his whole world lit up again when she smiled back, timidly pecking the corner of his pink lips.

Oh she was a real angel. No one’s ever been this kind to Bucky before, only her. Bucky kissed her hand one more time, quietly thanking her for forgiving him.

“I made you a contract too,” Bucky told her with a chuckle, pointing to the desk behind her as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.

Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her smile reaching her wide eyes. She turned around in Bucky’s lap, planting her knees on the chair between Bucky’s open legs and stood on them to take a look.

She took her time reading the words and then she was off Bucky’s lap and bolting out of the room.

The man was about to lose it again, thinking she’d remembered his cruelty towards her and changed her mind when she came running back inside the office.

She climbed back on the chair between Bucky’s thighs, her glitter pen in hand.

Bucky sighed in relief, his lips spreading with an adoring smile as he watched her write her name letter by letter in glittery ink where her signature was needed. Bucky held her waist, kissing her back as he admired how focused she was.

She closed the cap on the pen, placing it on the desk before picking up the contract to show Bucky.

“Angel signed,” she beamed, plopping herself against Bucky’s chest and clinging to him, earning a hearty chuckle from him.

“I love you so much, angel. More than anything in the world.” Bucky gently held her face by the chin, giving her lips a short kiss.

“I love you too, dada.” She smiled, blushing as she hid her face in his chest again.

Bucky wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him and closing his eyes, just enjoying the feel of her body against his once more, silently promising his angel to never hurt her ever again.

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Part 3 to invading your dreams A/N: As promised here is part 3 of the dream series! This will probably be the final part so I can move on to my smut prompt requests! Please let me know what you think as feedback is always greatly appreciated! Word Count:1442 Warnings: Smut, a lil fluffy?, Squirting?, fingering, facials, threesome, spanking, edging (kinda not really), and just plain filth, i didnt check for errors again im sorry im literally so tired Part 1 Part 2 His gruff voice finally spoke “you think you’re the only one she dreams about? I’ve heard her moan my name late at night when she thinks no one is listening.” He steps forward, the sun peeking through the window creating a glare off of his arm.  “I’m willing to bet she won’t mind being used by the both of us.” His shaggy brown hair was a mess, lips swollen from biting them harshly, his cheeks were flushed pink from watching the events that just unfolded.You sat up not bothering to shield your naked form from his greedy eyes. His posture was dominant, as if at any moment he would take you across his knee and punish you…. God you would like that. Speaking of gods - you glanced over at Loki, who was unabashedly sprawled across your sheets. You expected him to shout at the soldier, perhaps even turn him into a frog, but instead his face had contorted into one of lust. “Let us allow the lady to decide that shall we?” Loki’s voice was like warm velvet, your eyes wanting to flutter shut just at the sound. When you didn’t respond after a few seconds Bucky’s voice was next to bless your ears. “Whaddya say doll? Wanna be fucked by a god and a super-soldier?” You could’ve melted into a puddle right then and there, flashes of what was to come dancing around in your head. You looked between the two men, adrenaline and excitement coursing through your veins. You found yourself unable to find the words to let them know that you wanted that more than anything. Before you could stop it a needy whine flew from your mouth, causing Bucky to chuckle and a smirk break out across Loki’s lips. “I’ll take that as a yes?” Bucky’s voice was confident but also respectful as he stepped closer to your bed, towering over you. You nodded your head frantically at him hoping he wouldn’t make you speak in fear of embarrassing yourself, but to no avail. “Use your words darling” Loki purred, his lips brushing against your neck. “Y-Yes please.” you begged. “please what doll?”  Bucky was now kneeling on the edge of your mattress, eagerly awaiting your verbal confirmation. “Please tear me apart, sergeant” He grunted at that before launching himself forward, hungrily attaching his lips to yours, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. Loki’s mouth was now attached to your throat, sucking and nipping at it sloppily. One of your hands was at the base of Bucky’s neck tangled in his hair while the other was stroking Loki’s already hardening cock. Bucky’s kiss became rougher and needier, his hands sliding up your stomach to knead your breasts, rolling your hardened nipples between his fingers. Loki slid his hand down to your soaking core, brushing his fingers along your folds, his seed still dripping out of you. He pushed a finger in, causing you to gasp and Bucky took that as an opportunity to shove his tongue roughly into your warm mouth. Loki soon added another finger, curling them inside of you and developing a quick rhythm, whilst the palm of his hand rubbed teasingly at your clit. The feeling of both of their mouths and hands became overwhelming as your orgasm quickly approached. Loki noticed as your walls clenched around his fingers so he began to move them faster than you thought possible, he moved his thumb to rub frantically at your clit. You saw white as your eyes clenched shut,and you were in absolute bliss. Your whole body was shaking and you were screaming as your orgasm flooded through you. After a few seconds all movement stopped and you lay there trying to get air back into your lungs. It was only after you peeked your eyes open that you saw the wetness on Bucky’s shirt, and even more splashed on your bed sheets. Your face was burning when you realized that you had you squirted all over Bucky and Loki. You turned to meet the heated gaze of the god of mischief, who took his fingers that were drenched in your juices and put them into his mouth, licking them clean. Bucky let out a groan that he had been holding in. “Fuck doll, that was so fucking hot.” He pulled his wet shirt over his head, tossing it across the room and then tugging down the grey sweatpants that hug low on his hips along with his boxers. His painfully hard cock sprung free before hitting his abdomen, the tip was red and coated in pre-cum and it was twitching, practically screaming to be touched. He grabbed your hips turning you over so you were laying on your stomach before yanking you up so you were on your hands and knees. He pumped his length a few times before gliding his slick tip against your soaking entrance, pushing in to your wetness slowly. Once you felt him bottom out you let out a pornographic moan at the feeling of being filled for the second time in less than an hour. He began to thrust in and out of you maintaining that teasingly slow pace. You were about to open your mouth in protest when Loki’s hips appeared in front of your face, his cock just centimeters from your lips. You ran your tongue over them in an attempt to wet them before you opened your mouth obediently, letting him slide his thick length into your warm mouth. You hummed around his girth, more than pleased with the feeling of having your mouth and your pussy stuffed. Loki began to rock his hips, fucking your mouth gently, grabbing a fist full of your hair. Bucky’s vibranium hand came cracking down on your ass in a harsh smack as he quickened his pace. You nearly blacked out from the pleasure coursing through you. Your thighs were shaking and your walls were clenching around his cock as you felt your fourth orgasm creep upon you. He landed another harsh blow to your other cheek and you choked around Loki’s cock. You pulled your mouth off of him with a pop and gasped for air. “F-fuck Bucky please can I come? I’m so fucking close” You were a whimpering, begging mess, tears of pleasure running down your face. “Not yet angel, be a good little slut and hold it for me.” Bucky groaned, His thrusts were now harsh as he snapped his hips against your ass. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything other than his cock brushing against your g-spot repeatedly. Loki grabbed your jaw, squeezing your cheeks before pushing his cock back into your mouth and down your throat. You were sputtering around him, desperately trying to breathe through your nose. He pulled back slightly so you could suck in some air before pushing back down your throat, this time pinching your nose so you couldn’t breathe. He held you like that for a moment before pulling out and letting you breathe. You looked up at him with innocent eyes as he rapidly stroked his length, watching as it twitched in his hand. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out, looking up at him expectantly. He threw his head back, moaning loudly, as thick white ribbons coated your tongue and face. You used your tongue to collect what you could, swallowing it happily. He gently stroked your hair, murmuring sweet praises as Bucky’s movements began to falter, his pace becoming sporadic. He slipped his metal fingers down to stroke desperately at your clit, on the brink of his own orgasm. “Alright doll, go ahead, come for me” Once the words left his lips you were sure you were coming harder than you had ever come before, with him right alongside you. The last thing you remember is Bucky slipping out of you, both of the men whispering soft praises and gently rubbing your skin. It couldn’t have been more than a minute that you had blacked out but when you fluttered your eyes open you were laying between both men, Loki rubbing soft circles into your hip, and Bucky placing gentle kisses on the top of your head, your legs tangled with both of theirs. Loki must’ve used his magic to clean you up because you no longer felt his seed on your face or Bucky’s spilling out of you. “You did so good babydoll” “I agree petal, you did phenomenal.” You hummed contently, shutting your eyes again before you drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all of the future possibilities for you and the two men you were cuddled into. A/N: It’s literally 3AM, its thundering and lighting out, I have to be up for work in 5 hours, BUT I FINISHED IT! and im honestly super happy with how this turned out! let me know how i did?!  TAGLIST: @spookyanairwin / @aar-journey / @kweenmarvel / @iamverity / @cora-notoverloki / @stfxlou / @nerdy-jelly-art / @rosesistine / @marvelfansworld / @spidey-mads / @calypsolotus / @jana-banana-fana

The Favors, Pt. 3

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Reader assumes that Bucky is experienced due to him being a ladies man in the 40s, however, she finds out that he’s never been touched and decides to help him out. (3 part smut series, virgin!bucky)

Warnings: language, smut, penetration, drinking, brief mention of anxiety, descriptions of nudity, hickies, fingering, unprotected but reader is on birth control

A/N - this ones a bit longer cause I added a little more plot to it. But here’s the grand finale. Once again will mention that I am not great at writing smut so bear with me. Also I didn’t proof read this, there’s prolly mistakes everywhere.

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“Looks like you’re having fun.”

He’d been staring down at his drink intensely, furrowing his eyebrows and frowning, for god only knows how long. He was sitting in a far corner of the room, away from mostly everyone but close enough to the bar that he wouldn’t have to walk far for a new drink. You’d seen him from across the room, looking irritated as ever, with many other empty cups surrounding him. It’d be concerning for a normal person to have drank that much but you knew he was fine. In that aspect anyways. His head shot up quickly when you spoke, almost as if you startled him. Actually, you probably did because he was so lost in thought.

“Having the time of my life.” Bucky said with a grimace before gulping down what was left in his glass.

“I’m sure you are. I love the look you’ve got goin on here, the suit and tie with resting bitch face is a great combo.” A smirk tugged your lips as you spoke and for a brief second you thought you saw a smile start to form on his. Then he rolled his eyes and looked away again.

“You know, you’d maybe, just maybe, have more fun if you socialized a little bit.”

That earned you a glare, one that implied you just said the stupidest thing in the world. Once again, Tony threw a party, well, a formal party. You had no idea what the occasion was, not that you cared. It was an excuse to dress up and get drunk, so the reasoning behind the party didn’t matter to you, you were just glad it was happening. Bucky, not so much.

“Oh come on, don’t give me that look. You know I’m right.” You teased with a soft punch to his shoulder.

“No.” He denied with a dramatic head shake.

“Yes. You can’t just be at a party and hide away in a corner.”

“If I had it my way, I wouldn’t be here at all.” He grumbled, his hands fiddling with the empty cup.

You knew he hated parties, or any social gathering. Or basically just being around people in general other than his very few friends, on some days he didn’t even want to be around them. You knew he was anxious, you could tell by the way he was fidgeting and because he’d briefly spoken about his social anxiety before. You were well aware that this was hard for him. But you also knew that sometimes he needed to be pushed just a tiny bit outside of his comfort zone, you knew it’d be good for him.

“Come on, Bucky. Just for like ten minutes.”

“I’ll pass.”

You sighed in defeat before sitting down next to him. “If you won’t talk to anyone else, then will you at least talk to me?”

“I guess so.” He smirked just the tiniest bit at you, then he let his eyes quickly roam your body before averting his gaze.

The two of you sat and talked for a bit. You teased back and forth. You people watched and made fun of some of the drunk idiots around you. He couldn’t deny that the party was more bearable with your company.

“Wanna go dance?” You asked suddenly, causing his heart to skip for a minute. He examined the crowd of dancing people before responding.

“I don’t know if I’d consider that dancing.” He chuckled a bit. “Just looks like a bunch of people humping each other.”

You laughed a little bit at that, you loved when he acted like an old man. “If I convince them to play a slow song, then will you dance with me?”

“Maybe.” He smiled softly.

So you did, you payed the guy on music ten dollars to play something not so upbeat. To your surprise, none of the other guests seemed to mind, they just kept on dancing with each other as they had before. With that, you took Bucky’s hand and led him to the middle of the floor. You moved your body close to his and wrapped your arms around his neck. His own, shakily found a spot on your hips.

You looked up at him, admiring his beauty, as you swayed. You noticed he was barely making eye contact and that his body was tense. So you moved your self in a little closer and dragged one hand to his back, rubbing it in gentle ministrations.

“Relax, bud. It’s just me.” You reassured gently. He smiled and you felt the tension from his shoulders decrease. “You look good, by the way.”

“Thanks.” Bucky blushed sheepishly. “I, uh, you look good too. Stunning, I mean. You’re beautiful.” He then rambled out nervously.

You didn’t say anything back but instead rested your head against his shoulder. You then felt his arms wrap around your lower back tightly. You stayed dancing like this till the end of the song was near. You lifted your head to meet his big blue eyes that were now full of affection. With a sudden rush of confidence, he brought one hand to your chin and lifted your face to meet his own, kissing you sweetly. Your tongues gently grazed each other.

It wasn’t like you’d never kissed before, but this was different. It was real, there was more behind it than just trying to be experimental. This had real emotion and affection in it. When he broke away you were almost saddened, not wanting it to be over. So you pulled him in again. Kissing him just an lovingly as before, but with each second that went by, things sped up, got more passionate.

You were no longer dancing even, the song that had been playing was over. You were just standing there making out. It took a couple of minutes or so for you to realize that you were in public, people were probably staring. You broke away.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.”

That more private place ending up being the hallway. The second you two were out of the room, you were immediately all over each other. He was more passionate for you than ever in this moment, practically hungry for you. The kissing got more and more sloppy by the minute but it was enjoyable. Next thing you knew there was a hand on your ass, grabbing and squeezing it borderline aggressively. This made you pull him in further to you, you took his free, metal hand and placed on your breast so he could fondle it as well. After a few more minutes of this, you felt something hard brushing against your leg. In between kisses, you mumbled, “my room. now.”

It wasn’t far. One floor up one the elevator and then the first door beside of it. You managed to get inside without breaking away from each other for more than a few seconds. As soon as you entered the room, you pinned Bucky against the wall. You stopped for a second slipped off his blazer, his lips now messily red from your lipstick. You went back to his lips while you unbuttoned his white shirt, he then began to unzip your dress and it slid right off of you with a little tug.

Your tongue trailed his until you found a perfect spot on his collar bone. You started to suck on his soft skin while he moved his hips against you. His breathe was heavy, you could hear every inhale and exhale as clear as day and his chest was heaving against your own. After a few moments he started to lift at your legs hastily. You knew what he wanted so you lifted your arms around his neck once again as you kissed. He picked you up, your legs wrapped around his hips and he carried you to the bed, where he then threw you down.

He was now looming over top of you, his huge body only inches above your own. He lifted your upper body slightly, just enough to where he could unclip your bra and then let you fall back again. He threw the bra across the room before hungrily pressing his lips to yours. His giant hands roamed your body freely, touching whatever he pleased.

After a moment, he put his attention on your breasts, putting your tender nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. You moaned slightly before speaking out. “Getting a little confident, huh, Buck?”

The man didn’t even respond, rather just moved his mouth to the inner edge of your breast were he began to give you a hickey just as you’d done to him a few minutes before. You moved around him to slip off your own thong, pulling it down enough just to leave room for him. You grabbed his metal hand and brought it to your pussy, he thankfully took the hint and inserted two of the cold fingers. Still sucking on your skin, he started to pump his fingers back and forth forcefully, causing you to whimper in pleasure.

A few moments later you grabbed his wrist to stop him, he pulled his hand away and tried to kiss you on the lips again but you didn’t let him. Instead you grabbed his shoulders and flipped him over. He was now laying on his back, you straddled over his thick thighs whilst unzipping his pants. You practically ripped his bottoms off, bringing them down released his large, pink cock that was already leaking precum.

“Wanna feel your cock in me, Buck.” You hummed lustfully. “Do you want me to ride you, hun?”

He swallowed and nodded his head quickly.

“Words, Bucky.” You commanded. You grabbed his dick and squeezed it gently.

“Yes. God, Y/N, please. Wanna be in you, wanna fuck you.”

You started to pump your hand very slowly up and down his cock, making him moan loudly.

You leaned in to kiss him passionately again, when you broke away, you rubbed his chin, feeling the stubble on your finger tips. “You’re so pretty.”

You peppered kisses from his neck all the way down to his happy trail.

“Gonna have to ride you, cause you’re so fuckin pretty.”

“You’re prettier.” He mumbled sweetly. You smiled and hushed him, before spitting all over his dick. Making sure it’s nice and wet before it goes in.

“You ready, buck?” You said, leading his cock to your entrance.

“Yes, yes.” He said frantically, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait. His cock was practically throbbing at this point.

You lifted your hips a bit to settle on it, you started to push it in, hurting you since it was so large. You put his cock in as far as you could with slight winces because of the size. You then lowered yourself back down and rested your hands on his belly while you bounced up and down. Both of you were moaning loudly. Bucky grabbed you and started to thrust his hips upward.

He was getting increasingly loud, practically screaming out your name. You felt so good around him, you were so tight wrapped around his length, so warm. He felt amazing to you too, you weren’t sure if you’d ever had a dick this big inside you. The fast pace you both were going at made it feel even better, it was painful for you but in the most pleasurable way possible.

“Y/N…Y/N, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He whined, with you still moving up and down on his cock quickly.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N”

“It’s okay.” You whimpered. “Cum for me.”

You started to go faster, as quickly as you could, moaning out his name repeatedly. Bucky half moaned, half shouted, the word “fuck.” Then you felt a hot liquid pooling inside you.

You threw yourself off of him, letting the sticky liquid make a mess on your bed. You hear him panting beside of you, you’re panting yourself truthfully. You look over to find that he was already staring at you with wide eyes, mouth hanging slightly open.

“How was it, since it was your first time and all?” You asked.

“Really fucking good.” He said bluntly before his demeanor suddenly shifted. He seemed almost shy now, much to your confusion. He opened his mouth to speak but then shut it quickly as if he couldn’t find the right words.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, I just-“ Bucky cut himself off mid sentence and looked away from you.

“You what, hun?” You spoke gently, with a hint of concern in your voice.

“I love you…” He mumbled, barely audible.

You sighed and raised an eyebrow. “Bucky, I can’t hear you when you mumble like that.”

“I said I love you.” His voice was deep and his words flew out quick. He avoided eye contact out of nervousness but he also felt the need to further clarify his feelings. “I’m not just saying that because we had sex, I’ve loved you for months.”

You didn’t answer immediately, you were in shock and it took you a moment to process that information. When you didn’t answer, regret filled his head, he wished he wouldn’t have said anything until-

“I love you too, Bucky. So much.” You finally responded gently, and then you shifted your body to cuddle against his chest.

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