Set in the 40’s. Y/N was your stereotypical girl next door, growing up in the apartment right across the hall from James Buchanan Barnes. She had always been the shy, reserved girl; she was the complete opposite of the enigmatic ladies man. Despite their proximity, she was sure that he didn’t even know she existed. What happens when they run into one another during a night out on the town? Is just one night all it really takes?
Word Count: 3,408
Warnings: swearing, smut
You sighed, adjusting your dress as you gazed into the mirror. Even though it was still rather conservative, you couldn’t help but notice that it was more revealing than you were used to. The neckline plunged rather low, the collar fastened with a bow that drew attention to your cleavage. The waist was cinched, showing off your figure. Paired with the red heels that your friends had chosen for you, you were looking like a regular bombshell. Your friends had insisted that you go out with them tonight. You had turned them down too many times. They said that now, of all days, you had to accompany them. The newest army recruits would be shipping out tomorrow, and it was sure to be a lively night.
Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork
tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side
whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for
as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if
one of the two develops feelings?
Summary: Lots of fingersucking. Inspired bythis askand this gifset. Word Count: 1,835 Warnings: Smutty smut. Fingersucking, kinda fingering. Idk. A/N: oh lordy, I have a one way ticket to hell. I DO NOT KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM BUT I WANT TO TALK ABOUT FINGERSUCKING SO GET IN MY ASK AND LET’S GO.
The first time you caught yourself thinking of Ethan Dolan in a more than a friendly way, was when you’d been over at their house. A movie was playing in the background and the room was dark, but not dark enough thanks to the light coming from the large flatscreen. Your feet had been tucked under your legs where you were sitting on the far end of the L-shaped couch, wrapped in a blanket as you giggled along with the twins who were sitting right by you, so wrapped up in what was happening.
Ethan had complained about the unbearable heat, letting out small sighs of frustration as he pulled at the hem of his t-shirt, doing the occasional sweep with his fingers through his damp hair. He’d grimaced at the way you’d been wrapped in the soft blanket, a sweater pulled over your head, asking you how you weren’t dying in the heat. You were fine though. But he couldn’t take it, so he murmured something about getting something cold and rose up from the couch, shoulders slouched the way they always did when he walked; heading straight to the kitchen.
You’d thought none of it, that is until he returned and plopped down on the couch with a satisfied grin. He unwrapped the ice lolly and popped the treat into his mouth, and that was that. Your thoughts entered forbidden territory and you could feel your jaw slacken as you stared at your best friend since childhood sucking obscenely on the phallic shaped ice cream.
The apartment is dark, lights dimmed so you can set the mood for what you expect to be an emotional performance. Your laptop is plugged into the television and the screen is flickering, splashing colors across your face from a product commercial. Harry is across the world, about to premiere a song from his upcoming album on a popular talk show. Despite how excited you are to hear the music, you’re still nervous for him, as you always are. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll smash whatever he performs, but he always seems to get in his own way.
Gripping the straps of your backpack, you wearily stared at the stony underpass littered with weeds, branches and scattered leaves; wondering if passing through the entrance and walking inside the forest filled with trees and who knew what else was on the other side would be worth it. You wondered if walking for ten miles up a mountain would in any way be okay as you glanced towards the chipped and tattered wooden sign that indicated how long and what to beware of for the hike that would soon ensue, but it wasn’t like you had a choice of turning back now.
You were then pushed into the other side of the underpass, stumbling slightly before blinking as you watched the boys laughing while someone patted your back softly. “Lighten up,” you heard Hoseok say, walking passed you before eyeing you over his shoulder, “it’s going to be amazing!”
Gulping, you turned behind you to see the parking lot void of any life as your cars settled side by side, completely empty as you all carried your needed necessities inside your packs. You were told that the trip was going to be fun, that the mountain you were supposed to be residing in was one of the most beautiful ones in the country, but somehow, something was eating at your brain as you felt a strange feeling prickling in the darkest pits of your stomach; that once you were off the mountain..
Everyone has their own methods, but I thought beginners would be interested in trying to use mine.
Five steps to begin your journey
Relax. Calm your breath, calm your heart, calm your thoughts. You don’t need to have a blank mind, you just need to have the same mental activity as if you were bored during a long car travel. You know when you start to see what you imagine in flashes? When you read a book and see the scene? Like that.
Now take a random image in your mind. Can you keep it in front of your eyes? How long does it stay? How well do you remember it? Once you feel like you can keep the image and play with it as if you were playing a VR game, you can go on.
I need you to visualize the easiest way for you to enter the astral plane. My favorite way is to imagine a door with many details and to implant my intention in it by imagining words/sigils etc being engraved in it. Doesn’t have to be specific, or to be an intention at all. Then, I open it and there is a world in front of me (see next step).
OR there are also other ways. I also like to take a music and use it to build my environment, or to imagine my palm being pressed against the bark of a tree/wall. I’ve heard people imagining walking through mirrors, jumping in a hole, and even using pop culture items like the Star Gate or a Tardis. It’s your mind, you do what you want with it.
Once you have the “world” in front of you, I want you to focus on your other senses. You don’t have to, you can use your eyes only, but you’ll have more troubles maintaining your concentration. Focus on whichever sense feels dominant other than your sight. For me, it’s touch, thus I focus on how my astral body feels. Is the weather warm? Is the ground grass or marble?
For other people, it can be hearing or scenting etc. Some might even have a dominant sense that is not sight! Usually, the sense that manifests the more in your dreams is your dominant one. Raise your awareness sense after sense, in the other that feels more natural.
Once you feel your new world, you can begin to explore it! You might want to visualize a barrier/ward and to draw sigils for protection and invisibility on your astral (and physical) body before you do, just to be sure.
I will cover how to build your own astral “house” (which can be used as a mental palace, a meditation area, a temple, a resort area etc) and what dangers you can encounter in there, how to protect yourself, and what you can do in a general way in parts 2 and 3.
Homecoming spoilers. Pin for later when you’ve watched the film. :) I repeat, spoilers. SPOILERS.
Being his best friend, aside from Ned, of course.
Living just across the hall. It was actually how you two met back in the day when he used to visit Aunt May and Uncle Ben.
Struggling and mourning the loss of Uncle Ben, because let’s face it, you adored those two with all your heart. (They used to babysit you whenever your parents needed a last minute babysitter)
Rubbing the fact that Aunt May loves you more (even though she loves you two the same) in Peter’s face.
Enduring all of Aunt May’s larb jokes whenever you join them for Thai.
“I larb you, Peter. And I larb you too, [Y/N]
“Okay, Aunt May…..enough.”
“What? You don’t larb me? Am I too lame to be larbed? Too cool to larb your awesome aunt? Not enough larb to go around to your good ole aunt? Saved all your larb for you one true larb, [Y/N]? Huh? Hm?”
“Uh….we larb you too?”
“Thank you, [Y/N]. At least someone larbs me.”
Being completely supportive of Peter getting an internship with Tony Stark.
Offering to help him with his internship.
Getting slightly offended that he doesn’t want help.
“Am I not smart enough to help you?”
“What? God, no. It’s not that…..it’s um….I just have to do this on my own, that’s all. You know, no help. Strictly myself….”
Competing against him with academic scores.
Being extremely competitive with each other when it came to exams.
Going back and forth on having the highest grade.
Talking about going to the most prestige college and then changing your minds because you two could never leave Aunt May.
Putting up with Ned being needy.
“Ned….this is a date….between two people.”
“Oh cool, I love pizza. I’ll just sit down right here and take a slice.”
“Yeah, so anyway, you two should come over and help me build my lego deathstar. It’s legit.”
Bickering with Ned, constantly. (But, loving him just as much as Peter)
Getting along great with Michelle.
Roasting Peter and Ned into oblivion with her.
Like full on roasts. It’s fantastic how long you and Michelle can go.
I mean, it’s almost not fair how hard you go.
But, in the end, Peter loves you and is sort of relieved that you get along with the people in his life.
Cuddles for days.
Like the kind of cuddles that make you all warm and fuzzy inside.
You know, the ones where you just sigh happily in his arms and think that Disney World ain’t got shit on being the happiest place on earth.
Netflixin’ and chillin’, (if you know what I mean, wink-wink) Forgive me, I forget that’s he’s fifteen. No sir, keep that in your pants now, you little rascal. And you? Don’t be puttin’ out, miss. .
Geeking out over Star-Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, etc.
Going to Comic-Cons and dressing up.
Building and experimenting to the point where Aunt May and your parents scold you two for almost blowing up the complex.
Although, it’s not like you actually could blow up a building to that magnitude.
And after the fire department threatened to arrest you two, you put an end to experimenting.
Peter making you a playlist on your ipod.
Listening to it all the time because you just love the songs he chose.
No seriously, this playlist makes your heart stop with every song.
Peter always getting you your favorite muffin for breakfast before school.
He’ll even leave it at your front door in a cute little handwritten paper bag if he’s sick for the day.
Always being told he loves you.
Because, you’re the best thing that ever happened to him.
You being embarrassed when he tells random strangers that he loves you.
Like, you’ll be walking down the street and he’ll look at the old lady walking her yorkie, “Excuse me, m’am. But, I just want you to know how much I love this girl right here.”
Then flagging down a taxi to tell the driver too. “Hey, yeah no, I don’t need a ride. Just wanna tell you that I love my girlfriend.”
Peter even telling Happy who always responds with, “Can’t wait for the day she leaves you.”
Him keeping his double-agent life a secret.
Because he doesn’t want you to get hurt.
Constantly wondering why Peter’s free time is slowly diminishing. Because you can’t quite believe the internship was that demanding.
Worrying that Peter was going to break up with you.
Peter finding out about your worries through Michelle. (Who threatened to skin him alive should he ever hurt you.)
Taking a night off from his “internship” to take you out.
“Peter….we’ve been on the train forever.”
“Have a little bit of patience, [Y/N].”
“Where are we going? Does Aunt May know you’re out right now? How much longer? Is this going to be forever? Are we running away from our problems? Running from being millennials and trying to fit in with society? I didn’t pack anything. How are we going to survive the outside world?”
Peter intentionally ignoring your million questions by putting his headphone in one ear and other in yours.
Playing your favorite song to keep you quiet.
Realizing he’s taking you to Central Park.
Almost on the verge of tears when you find out that he organized a candlelit picnic under the stars.
Seeing Ned in the distance as he walks away and knowing that he had a hand in it.
Smiling and feeling secure that Peter is here to stay.
Getting a weird feeling that he’s still hiding something.
Unsure of how to go about asking him what he’s hiding because you don’t want to cross a line.
Michelle not caring and confronting him before coming back to you and confirming that he is hiding something because of the way he acted.
Feeling uneasy but forcing yourself to believe that Peter would tell you everything and anything because you two were on the same level and understanding about your relationship.
Using the Washington D.C. trip to curve your mind from it.
It failing when Peter decides to re-join the decathlon team.
Forcing yourself to ignore the gut feeling that Peter is hiding something when you asked him why he decided to re-join.
Peter being completely oblivious to your uneasiness.
Pushing it to the back of your brain when Liz scolds you for not having your head in the game.
But it coming back when Peter doesn’t show up for the decathlon.
Corning Ned and demanding where Peter is and why he isn’t answer his phone.
Getting irritated when Ned stumbles over his words.
Becoming so upset that you tell Ned to tell Peter that he better have an explanation or else they would be over.
Visiting the monument with everyone with the exception of Peter (obviously) and Michelle who passed on the tour.
Ignoring Ned when he tries to talk to you.
Liz concerned that you were upset and asks if you want to talk about it.
About to confide in her when the elevator of the Monument starts to malfunction.
Peter freaking the hell out when Michelle screams, “My friends are up there!”
Panicking and pleading Karen to help him find a way to save you and everyone else.
Trying to stay calm even though your heart is about to flip out of your chest.
Getting mad all over again because you were going to die pissed off at your boyfriend.
Spider Man saving you just in the nick of time.
Being so traumatized over the ordeal and Peter not being there, you lash out on him when he finally decides to make an appearance.
Michelle shaking her head, “You messed up, dude.”
“[Y/N], wait! Please, I can explain.”
“Explain? Explain?! I’m going to need a whole encyclopedia of an explanation, Peter. Can you give me that?
Ned trying to diffuse the situation.
Getting even more pissed off and breaking up with Peter.
Michelle whistling (because she didn’t see it coming), “Man, that’s rough. You gonna be okay? Actually? I don’t care. Bye.” Running after you to make sure you were going to be okay.
Ignoring all of Peter’s texts and phone calls.
Having your parents stop Peter from coming into the apartment even though they felt you were being silly. (They adored Peter)
Sitting in your room with a pint of your favorite ice cream while watching stupid rom-com films.
Crying when the guy gets the girl.
But telling yourself, you’re better than that and that you don’t need Peter.
Crying again because you need Peter.
Hearing a knock on your bedroom door and getting mad because you just know your parents let him in.
Yanking open the door to find a worried Aunt May.
“May? What’s wrong?”
Her coming into your room, “I know you and Peter are fighting right now but have you heard from him?”
“No, I haven’t. I actually haven’t received any texts or calls from him today….”
“Where is he? He’s been gone all day. I’m freaking out, [Y/N]. I’ve called every precinct and coroners office.”
Being speechless because it is very unlike Peter to not check with Aunt May.
Her on the verge of tears, “I can’t loose him too.”
Grabbing your jacket and your phone, hugging Aunt May tight and telling her you’re going to find him.
Spending hours before finding him sulking in hello kitty pajama pants and an awful touristy tshirt.
Awkward tension as you text Aunt May and telling her you found him and that he was on his way up.
Knowing that there was something wrong but not wanting to engage because you were still mad at him
Eventually breaking because you still love him.
“I lost the internship with Tony Stark……”
“I’m so sorry, Peter. I know how much that meant to you.”
Letting him go.
Regretting not hugging him or comforting him.
Going back to your apartment to sulk and eat another pint of ice cream.
Turning on the television to torture yourself with more rom-com’s.
Witnessing Spider Man and Iron-Man save a bunch of people on a ferry.
Dropping your spoon and ice cream as it hits you.
Running into your room to grab your journal. (you wrote daily)
Comparing the dates and times of when Spider Man was spotted and whenever Peter claimed he had the “internship”.
Finding a consistent pattern.
It dawning on you that Peter Parker is Spider Man.
“That little shit!”
Running out of your apartment and across the hall.
Banging on the door.
Aunt May answering with a concerned look.
Ignoring her and pushing past her to go straight into Peter’s room.
Busting in and then closing the door behind you.
Marching straight up to his startled, adorable, puffy eyed self.
Punching him in the arm and then covering his mouth when he lets out a yelp.
“You’re Spiderman?! Spiderman? Seriously? That’s what the internship with Tony Stark was about? What the hell, dude.”
Peter being completely in shock that you found out.
Standing there in complete silence for almost half and hour.
Him finally explaining how it happened.
Understanding why he didn’t want to tell you but still a little salty about it.
“So…..are we okay now?”
“Fine. We’re okay but don’t you ever keep secrets from me ever again.”
Everything going back to normal.
Him showing you all his nifty tricks.
Feeling bad that he got his suit taken away.
Trying to make him feel better by telling him he doesn’t need the suit.
Ned being ecstatic that you know.
Because now he can finally talk about it with someone other than Peter.
Ned not shutting up about it.
Peter showing you a different view of the city.
Planning romantic dinners on roof tops.
Or well, kind of romantic.
It’s mainly subs and sodas.
But it’s the thought that counts, alright.
Making you promise that you will run away whenever something bad happens.
Vowing that he will never let anyone hurt you for as long as he lives because aside from Aunt May, you are the most important person in his life and he does what he does to protect you.
Fuck. I didn’t think I’d get this many people requesting to be tagged. This literally took me forever…..
➤ Genre/words: Arranged Marriage! AU, Angst / 9,118 words
➤ Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?
➤ Warning: Mentions of death, death scenes, graphic scene of violence
➤ a/n: This chapter will show more backstories. And unlike the previous ones where I add the backstory at the front as an opening, the scenes will go back and forth as a filler. Flashback scenes will be written in italics^^
A/N: So this is the first thing I’ve written in… about a month? So please be gentle! I appreciate your feedback and your patience with me, while I get back in the writing groove. ♥
Word Count: 1,066
Warnings: - none.
Tags: (at the end)
*gif is not mine
“Bucky,” you whispered into the dark, your fingernails gripping at the sheets, getting caught in the fabric. Only the moon peeking through the equally as black curtains shed any light into the room, casting looming shadows on the walls. “I’m scared…”
Relationship: AU!Bucky Barnes x reader (Modern AU)
Summary: Bucky Barnes had never taken a liking in you, no matter how hard you tried he always seemed to loathe you. That is until you get a little drunk and carefree leading to becoming much closer to Bucky than you ever imagined. The question is, how screwed are you?
Warnings: drinking, mentions of sex, swear words
Word Count: 1932 words
A/N: NEW SERIES WOOP WOOP I already have part two written get ready
“You coming to my party tonight?” Steve asked as you took a sip of your water, swallowing the bite of burger you’d taken.
“Is this a party party or a Steve Rogers party?” You asked, chuckling as he pursed his lips and gave you a small glare, “a Steve Rogers party, I suppose,” he said as you popped a fry into your mouth, “I’ll be there,” you smiled as he bit into his own burger.
“Who’s gonna be coming?” You asked after a few moments between the two of you, “uh well Sam, Clint, Nat, I think Wanda and Bruce are coming, but I’m not too sure on them,” he said a twinge of nervousness in his voice, “and Bucky,” he mumbled quickly before stuffing the last of his burger into his mouth.
You dropped the fry that was between your fingers, crossing your arms over your chest, “are you serious,” you said rhetorically as Steve gave you a sheepish smile, “oh c'mon he’s not a bad guy,” he tried to persuade you as you rolled your eyes.
“You know that he and I don’t get along,” you scoffed, “and you know that he’s my best friend,” Steve argued, pointing a fry towards you as you sighed knowing you were starting to be selfish. This was Steve’s party after all.
“Fine, I’m sorry,” you said as Steve grinned, “it’s all good, doll,” he said, placing his hand on yours, his thumb soothing the soft skin, “plus, I’ll make sure to have a talk with Bucky as well,” he chuckled as you playfully rolled your eyes.
“Whatever you say, dad,” you mocked as he let out a laugh as you finished the last of your food. “Well, thank you for treating me to lunch, but I’ve got to get back to work,” you sighed as Steve reluctantly stood up to walk you out.
“I’ll see you tonight then,” he said as you nodded, “see you soon, Steve,” you said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before you both went your separate ways.
You had only met Bucky a little over a year ago when Steve introduced you two at one his parties. You thought you were making a good impression since you didn’t really talk to him much that night.
What happened during that night that made him hate you was beyond you. Ever since that party he’s been nothing but rude to you and although you tried to mend whatever relationship you had with him for Steve’s sake, it just didn’t work. So now no one wanted to be alone in a room with you and Bucky.
You finally finished another gruelling shift at work finally being able to rip off your apron, stuff it into your locker and be done with it all.
It was only eight o'clock, so you had about an hour to get ready before you had to get to Steve’s. You decided on taking an extra long shower, since you had the time.
Forty five minutes later you were feeling pampered and ready to have some fun. You finished applying the light gloss to your lips, smiling to yourself in the mirror happy with the final result.
You grabbed your phone, a small purse and slipped on your shoes before starting the walk to Steve’s apartment.
Knocking on his door you balanced you the balls of your feet as you waited for him to open it, “[Y/N]!” Steve shouted as he opened the door, pulling you into a hug which you returned.
“How was work?” He asked as you toed off your shoes and hung your jacket on the coat rack, “don’t get me started,” you chuckled as he lead you into the living room where Nat and Sam were already laughing and drinking.
“Drunk already?” You playfully mocked as you fell in between Nat and Sam on the couch, Steve handing you a beer, “not quite,” Nat laughed as the four of you fell into conversation only stopping when Wanda, Bruce, and Clint joined.
By nine thirty everyone was having a good time with each other as you all caught up and reminisced. You were having a blast not even thinking about how you were supposed to be civil with Bucky, who had yet to make an appearance.
“Does anyone want another beer?” You asked standing from the couch, “grab me one will ya’,” Sam asked as you nodded, heading off towards the kitchen, “wait grab me one too!” You head Nat’s voice, whipping your head in her direction.
“Will d-,” you weren’t able to finish your sentence as you bumped into something, groaning at the contact, “watch where you’re going,” a familiar voice grunted as you looked up to meet a very annoyed looking Bucky.
You rolled your eyes, not having the energy to deal with him deciding that walking away would be the best decision, “an apology would be nice,” you heard him yell as you walked to the fridge. Scoffing, you simply raised your middle finger in the air as you grabbed two beers, not bothering to look at him.
You brushed past him not wanting to look or talk to him, but his arm gripped your elbow stopping you, “be civil,” you growled not breaking your gaze as he clenched his jaw, “fine,” he snarled, letting go of your elbow and following you into the living room.
You could feel the glare Bucky gave you the entire night. It didn’t matter what you did, hell you even met his glares a couple times but that did nothing but make him clench his drink and jaw even harder.
“Looks like Buck’s got an eye for you,” Nat snorted as she plopped her tipsy self on the couch beside you, “probably cause he wants to kill me,” you snickered before taking another swing of your beer.
“Oh please, there’s so much sexual tension between you two,” Nat smirked as you rolled your eyes, “you wish,” you said before you finally managed to steer the conversation away from you and Bucky.
As much as you wanted to listen to what Nat and Clint were talking about you just couldn’t get the thought you Bucky out of your mind. Did you guys have sexual tension? Even you could admit that Bucky was attractive. He was built like a God, his sparkling blue eyes complimented his skin tone and his brunette locks. He was what everyone looked for in a man, yet his personality ruined it all for you.
As the night went on everyone got progressively more drunk, leaving you giggling at every little thing and getting particularly more touchy with everyone. Everyone.
“Have you been working out lately?” You giggled as you squeezed Steve’s bicep as his arm snaked around your waist to hold you closer. You could smell the liquor on his breath as let out a chuckle, “maybe I have been, doll,” he whispered in your ear as you giggled.
You glanced over his shoulder only to be met with Bucky’s stare, his jaw clenched impossibly tight, pupils blown with little blue left in his eyes. He took your breath away. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol flowing through your veins or the way his tongue darted across his plump lips.
“Sorry Stevie, gotta go to the little lady’s room,” you excused yourself as he nodded, winking at you as you sauntered across the room, nearing Bucky.
Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you smirked brushing past his crotch not saying a word but hearing the groan bubble from his chest.
You smirked to yourself hoping he got the message as you made your way down the small corridors, the music slowly becoming more muted before you stopped at the bathroom door.
You closed your eyes as you leaned your hot body against the cool wood of the door sighing to try and calm your beating heart.
You gasped, your eyes snapping open when you felt Bucky’s body pressed against yours, a small growl coming from his lips, “you’ve been teasing me all night doll,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
“Mmm,” you moaned in response, lavishing at the feeling of his body pressed against yours, “I haven’t done a thing,” you smirked as he let out a dry laugh, “I beg to differ,” he growled pressing his clothed erection into your hip, making you gasp.
“James,” you moaned involuntarily as his lips began nipping at your neck, finding the sensitive spot below your ear making you moan out again.
“Not here,” you whispered in a hoarse voice, smirking as you led him into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind you.
You groaned as you peeled your eyes open, covering your entire face with your arms as you tried to sit up and gather your bearings. You were clearly much more drunk than you thought.
Sitting up you let out another groan as your eyes adjusted to the light, okay you were at Steve’s still and currently on his couch.
You stood up looking around to see no one else in the living room on the couches with you. Assuming they all went home you padded your way over to Steve’s room.
“Stevie?” You whispered as you creaked his door open, “ya in here?” You asked only to find him snoring on top of the bed, still fully clothed. You laughed to yourself, closing the door before making your way into the kitchen in hopes of finding some coffee and painkillers.
“Mornin’ gorgeous,” you let out a yelp when you heard Bucky, turning to see him leaning against the frame of the door, a smirk plastered on his face.
“Don’t call me that,” you scoffed grabbing a glass of water before downing two painkillers, grabbing a glass and two more for Steve.
“After last night I think I can call you that, doll,” he chuckled as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but still walked around him to Steve’s room, him hot on your heels.
“You’re out of your mind,” you chuckled nervously as you entered Steve’s room again, placing the water and painkillers on the nightstand before joining Bucky in the hall again.
He raised an eyebrow, “are you trying to tell me you don’t remember what we did last night?” He asked, almost surprised as your eyes blew wide, nearly popping out of your head.
“No,” you said, “no, no, no, no,” you rushed out grabbing your head in your hands, tugging at your hair, “tell me you’re joking,” you begged as you walked into the kitchen, steading yourself on the island.
“What can I say,” he shrugged his shoulders as he folded his muscular arms over his equally muscular chest, “I hate you,” you growled as memories from last night came flooding back to you.
You remember the looks he was giving you all night. You remember drinking, a lot. You remember flirting with Steve. You remember luring Bucky to the bathroom and oh God you remember what he did to you.
You remember him taking you against the counter, relentlessly pounding into you as you raked your nails down his back and through his hair, chanting his name like a mantra.
“Thank me later, doll,” he winked at you as you gave him a glare, but couldn’t help the warm feeling at the bottom of your stomach as he spoke those words, remembering what he did and felt like.
Bucky Barnes had fucked you better than anyone else, and now you were screwed.
A couple of weeks after the incident in the alley, you stood
in line at Starbucks. While you waited, you glanced around the coffee shop. It
was a typical busy day and the place was packed. You pulled out your phone and
scrolled through your news feed to pass the time. Your eyes widened when you
saw the headline.
“Notorious criminal dubbed ‘Crossbones’ found
dead in cell.”
When the barista called your name, you snapped back to
attention. You took your coffee and found a table near the front door. You set
your cup and purse down on the table and read the article. The last sentence
sent a chill down your spine.