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tom-whore-dleston · 8 months

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Love Changed the Minds of Pretenders

Pairing ▹ Bucky Barnes x gn. reader

Word Count ▹ 1k

This fic contains ▹ angst, fluff, songfic, unestablished relationship, mentions of sex, mentions of Joaquin x reader, mutual ending of relationship, light beta reading (even though there are no explicit mentions of adult themes, I do not want minors or blank blogs interacting with this fic)

Summary ▹ Do you remember | The 21st night of September?

Notes ▹ I should be asleep right now because I have work at 7am but I just had a random burst of creativity and I needed to let it out. Anyways, this is my submission for @bucks-and-noble Summer Send Off. Thank you @buckets-and-trees and @sgt-seabass for creating this challenge and refueling my love for Bucky. And a special shoutout to the book club! I am so happy I met y'all and I am beyond grateful for the bond we have created 💖 Fun fact: This is my first ever Bucky fic woop woop!! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed! 😊

Prompt ▹ use a lyric [from September by Earth Wind and Fire] as direct inspiration for a theme/idea

September 21, 2022. 10:02 pm.

The night you met Bucky Barnes.

Of all places, you met Bucky at a bar. The same bar where your friend performed their first live show and they invited you to watch. You weren’t expecting to meet anyone that night. Your heart had been broken only a few weeks prior.

Everyone thought: Was he a rebound? A distraction?

No. He was so much more than that. It could have been easy to feel that way fresh out of heartbreak. Even more so when outsiders were constantly questioning what you and Bucky really were. But there was clearly a reason Bucky showed up in your life after this period of hurting.

Bucky gave you love and security. He made you feel safe when he took you to the movies, when he made love to you, when you slept peacefully in his strong arms. You always thanked him for the things he did to make you feel secure and loved. He’d reply with his typical phrase, “I’m glad I make you feel that way.”

He welcomed you into his home, his life, and his heart after many years of keeping the door locked and the key tucked away. Waking up and stroking your face before pressing a kiss to your dry lips was something that made your love for him stronger. Then after an hour or so of getting tangled between the sheets, you both would jump in the shower, gently caressing one another with soapy hands. Breakfast with Bucky was another tender ritual that you cherished. Whether it was at 10 in the morning or 1 in the afternoon, you never skipped breakfast with him.

He challenged your negative thoughts and beliefs. You and Bucky would stay on the phone until 3 in the morning talking about the universe, aliens, and other conspiracy theories. The two of you would ponder on the purpose of your lives and the ways of the universe. One thing you both were certain about was that you wanted your lives to be fulfilling and meaningful. Your world expanded and bloomed with beauty and wonder because of him. You wanted to be better and so did he.

Bucky made you believe in love again. And you made Bucky believe in love again.

As the months passed, everything was splendid. Perfect, even. But with perfection, there’s always something lacking. Of course, you wouldn’t have seen what was lacking if it slapped you in the face.

After 10 months of dating Bucky, you finally revealed your love for him. Now, Bucky wasn’t the type to say it. Heck, he didn’t even say “I love you” to his sister unless she said it first. Yet that wasn’t a deal breaker because he expressed his love in other ways.

“I love you, too. I know your feelings for me are strong, but I don’t know if I can give you what you want.”

It was understandable. He did mention in the beginning that he wanted to casually date. You forgot that you wanted the same thing. Man that felt like such a long time ago. Time really does fly when you start to fall in love. And hard you fell.

You hid your disappointment by making more excuses as to why being committed to Bucky would not be in the cards. First, there was the long distance. Then, there was the uncertainty about both of your futures. For a couple that talked a lot about your ambitions, you both lacked the confidence in where you would go in life. As the list of reasons piled up, there was one that made your brain fuzzy and your heart swell.

That reason was Joaquin Torres.

You met Joaquin through your cousin. There was an instant attraction between the two of you yet neither of you pursued each other. If you had gone for Joaquin, you would not have created the world you had with Bucky. So when your feelings for Joaquin grew stronger than your feelings for Bucky, you knew you had to take action before someone got hurt.

Contrary to your belief, no one got hurt. You were transparent with Joaquin about your status with Bucky, and he understood. When you revealed to Bucky your feelings for Joaquin, he too understood.

“Listen, angel, I know you. You know what you want in your life and you don’t let anything get in the way of that. I do love you, but who am I to stand in the way of living the life you want. You’ve let people tell you how to live your life for so long and now it’s my turn to stop that cycle. If this is what you want, don’t let me stop you.”

You and Bucky shared beautiful memories over the 10 months of being together, but the words he said to you on August 8, 2023 will always be ingrained in your brain for the rest of your life. That night was the last time you spoke to him and saw his face, even though it was over a video call.

“I’m grateful for having you in my life,” you confessed to him, trying not to cry. You couldn’t figure out if it was because you were surprised this conversation went way better than you thought or because you were saying goodbye.

Bucky grinned, “No need to get all sappy on me, angel.” You shared a final laugh together. “Well, if you ever find yourself in the city, you know where to find me.”

Part of you wanted to make a joke about how you’d run into him at the bar where you met, but you stopped yourself. Instead, you replied:

“You got it, Buck.”

And that marked the end of you and Bucky.

You and Bucky’s love was never meant to fail. Yet it was never meant to succeed. Perhaps it was just meant to simply exist.

But who knows, maybe that fateful night in August was not the end. Only time could tell. That was the beauty of time and the universe. You can plan and make certain choices, but ultimately, the universe will lead you to where you’re meant to be.

Now, it’s September 21, 2023. No, Bucky is not in the picture, but your thoughts are with him.

Do you remember? Yes, you remember. You always will.

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witchywithwhiskey · 8 months

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do you remember... forever

pairing: soft!dark fae!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: when walking through the woods, you stumble across something—a fae celebration of the autumn equinox—and all too soon you've fallen under the spell of the fae and the handsome stranger who welcomes you to the bacchanal.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, dubcon because magic, aphrodisiacs, mind manipulation through magic, magical memory loss, piv sex, unprotected sex, public sex, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (little lark), references to fae abduction

word count: 4.4k

a/n: here's my entry for the @bucks-and-noble summer send off creative challenge! the challenge was to use the song "september" by earth, wind & fire as inspiration so i used the lyrics "Do you remember / The 21st night of September?" and wanted to put a dark spin on that question. i've also been wanting to write a dark-ish fae bucky fic for a bit (thanks to @vonalyn and this hozier ambiance video) and those combined into the idea for this fic. it was really fun to write, i loved including all the references to fae/fairy myths, so maybe i'll write other fae/fairy fics!! we'll see!! anyway, hope y'all enjoy!!!

Do you remember?

It was the twenty-first night of September and you were taking a walk in the forest by your home, your feet following familiar trails through the towering trees. Their leaves were golden yellow and burnt orange and vibrant red, painting the woods with all the warm colors of autumn. A chill snapped through the air, the breeze softly nipping at your cheeks as it swirled around you. It had been late afternoon when you’d set out on your walk, only intending to enjoy the last pleasant rays of the summer sun before autumn officially settled in, but the woods had other plans for you.

Do you remember?

You couldn’t remember if the music had called to you, carrying you through the trees with its soft melody, or if you’d followed the warmth of the light, your skin chilled by the sudden absence of the sun. Dark had fallen while you hadn’t noticed, but you were saved by the celebration in the clearing ahead. Beneath the unfamiliar song of the bacchanal, there was the crackling of bonfires and the chatter of revelers, all of it drawing you in.

The glowing light of the clearing was so soft as you approached, a sense of warmth washed over you, suffusing your body in the gentle caress of heat while filling your head with a haziness that made you feel like you were walking into a dream. The fluffy clouds crowding your mind made it difficult to think, but the floaty feeling was too pleasant to question.

It was only once you stepped across the circle of mushrooms ringing the clearing that it came into stark relief. The large glade in the middle of the autumnal forest was dotted with bonfires burning so high, their fiery fingers seemed to touch the sky. Among them, there were tables heaped high with foods you didn’t recognize—all manner of delightful-looking pastries, nuts drizzled in honey and fruits you couldn’t name.

Your mouth watered and your stomach panged with a hunger you hadn’t felt a moment before as you took in the sight of the feast. When you caught a glimpse of the goblets filled with an unfamiliar wine, its sweet scent wafting to you across the clearing, you felt suddenly parched. But before you could make your way to the tables, your eyes finally caught on the celebration’s revelers.

There were tall, lithe men dressed in tunics and breeches in as many colors as the leaves of the trees, and graceful women wearing dresses that looked sculpted from wooded bark, the beautiful garments swishing and swirling around their legs. They all danced around the clearing and the bonfires in dizzying whorls, joyous laughter spilling from their mouths, their feet never stopping as the music continued on.

You couldn’t make out any of the faces of the revelers, but your eyes followed the bewitching way they danced, and your feet tripped over themselves as they carried you further into the glade.

Do you remember?

One of the men broke away from the bacchanalian dancing and caught you in his grasp, his warm fingers sliding against the bare skin of your arms. His features crystalized before your eyes, and you sucked in a sharp gasp at his handsomeness. The man’s blue eyes were sparkling and bright in the firelight, his decadent mouth pulled into a wide grin, showing just a hint of too-sharp teeth. A thick beard decorated the man’s jaw and soft brown waves framed his face.

You could only stand there stunned, unknowing what to do with the bright light of the man’s attention focused on you. He seemed to take great joy in your astonishment, laughing as he slid his hands down your arms until his hands took yours and he spun you in a circle, your dress flaring out from your hips. You couldn’t remember owning a dress like the one you wore, all soft cotton dyed in the colors of autumn wrapped lovingly around your frame. But that didn’t matter because the man spoke, drawing your attention.

“Are you lost, little lark?” he asked, his voice a pleasingly deep timbre. With his hold on your hand, he pulled you in close, your bare feet stepping softly on the grassy glade.

The question puzzled you. It seemed such a peculiar thing to ask when you were exactly where you belonged, falling into the arms of the handsomest man you’d ever met. So you tilted your head to the side, your face contorting with confusion. “I don’t know where I am,” you said, your voice tremulous and sounding far more uncertain than you felt. There was truth to your words, you didn’t know where you were, but you felt no concern about it, sure that you were safe.

The man’s eyes seemed to glimmer as he stared down at you, his blue gaze shining in the warm light cast around the clearing by the bonfires. “Would you like something to eat or drink, then?” he asked. When he gave you a charming grin, his teeth looked even sharper for a second, but you blinked and they were blunted once again.

You felt a pang in your stomach as you remembered the hunger you’d felt when you’d first seen the feast tables, and the thirst that had left your throat feeling dry when you’d glimpsed the wine. You craved to taste the delicacies the bacchanal had to offer, but when you opened your mouth to give an enthusiastic response, what came out was, “I’m not sure I should.”

The man’s grin widened and his eyes flashed with ravenous desire, though something deep inside you warned it wasn’t for the food or wine on offer. But you didn’t have a chance to puzzle over your uncertain answers to the man’s questions or the way he looked at you because he took your hands in his and whisked you through the revelers.

Breathless joy filled your chest with bubbling happiness as you ventured deeper into the autumnal forest glade and you thought again that you were right where you belonged.

Do you remember?

The man told you to call him Bucky while he poured some of the wine into a metal goblet. You nodded obligingly, wrapping yourself around his arm and pressing close, enjoying the warmth of him through his tunic. He smiled indulgently down at you and held the goblet of wine up to your lips.

The first sip of the sweet wine was an explosion of flavor on your tongue, so delicious you moaned as you drank greedily from the goblet, little rivulets spilling down from the corners of your mouth. When you finished, you looked up expectantly at Bucky, your eyes wide, as you handed the goblet back to him.

“So thirsty, little lark,” he cooed, rubbing the wine from your chin with his thumb, bringing the finger to his mouth and letting his eyes flutter closed as he tasted the drink from your lips. When his eyes opened again and refocused on you, they were blazing bright with that ferocious hunger. “You taste so much sweeter than any wine,” he murmured, enchanting you with the low resonance of his voice and making you giggle softly.

Before you could ask for more wine, Bucky plucked some fruit from the feast and held it to your lips. You kept your gaze on his as you accepted the offering, though your eyes slid closed as you tasted the delicacy. Another moan slipped from your lips when the syrupy juice of the fruit burst inside your mouth and, before you could stifle the instinct, you licked the remnants from Bucky’s fingers, sucking on his skin eagerly for every last drop of the luscious taste.

A groan rumbled in Bucky’s chest, and when you glanced up at him, his features had darkened with intent as he watched you. Holding his gaze, you let your tongue dart out and lick at the pad of his thumb, your eyelashes fluttering at the decadent taste of the fruit mixing with the saltiness of his skin.

“Such a wanton little thing,” he murmured, almost as if to himself as he watched you clean the fruit juice from his fingers.

You hardly paid him any mind, though, since you were distracted by the feeling of a delicious heat spreading through your body. It caused your skin to prickle with an insatiable need while your pulse thrummed excitedly in your veins. A warm, incessant throbbing began between your thighs and you squirmed, letting out a little whine as you looked up at Bucky, unsure what was happening to you.

His grin was even darker, even hungrier as he watched your reaction. When you whined again, squirming closer until your pebbled nipples brushed against his arm through the thin cotton of your dress, he chuckled. Plucking another fruit from the feast, he dragged it across your skin from one collarbone to the other, the juice rolling down over the curves of your breasts before seeping into and sliding beneath the fabric. Bucky tossed the fruit to the ground, pulling you into his arms as his gaze watched the sticky syrup dripping down your chest.

“I’m going to feast on your delights, little lark,” he said, his voice warm and deep like the sun-warmed earth. “Just as eagerly as you did mine.” There was a playful edge to the sinful smirk he wore, and it made your center clench down around nothing, pulling a whimper from your lips.

Bucky shushed you softly and then ducked his head down, burying his face in your chest as he licked the syrupy fruit juice from your skin. The feel of his tongue, so hot against your chilled skin, wrung a debauched moan from you and you tipped your head back, giving him plenty of room to kiss and lick the swells of your breasts. His coarse beard teased your nipples through your dress, the damp fabric clinging to your skin and making you keen with need.

“I know, little lark, I know,” Bucky murmured with patronizing sympathy into your skin, nosing into the valley between your breasts and digging deeper between your sensitive flesh. You clung to his shoulders, fingers digging into his soft hair as pleasure coiled inside you, thrills of heat pulsing down to your core with every brush of Bucky’s lips against your skin, every graze of his tongue.

When he had finally satisfied himself, Bucky raised his head, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath against your lips. “I could feast on you every day,” he murmured, brushing the backs of his fingers against your cheek in a gentle caress. “I could make you mine—my little lark.”

Your mind was stuck on the first part of Bucky’s words, so much so that you didn’t even pause at the rest of what he’d said before answering. “Yes, please, sir,” you begged, your voice little more than a breathless whine. Your core was throbbing with need and you knew Bucky was the only one who had a hope to help you satisfy it, and so you agreed eagerly.

Bucky chuckled. “We’re going to have so much fun together, little lark,” he promised, grinning wide as he pulled back so you could see him better.

His face was lit by the bright orange light of the bacchanal bonfires, shadows shifting across his features and playing tricks on your eyes. For just a moment, you could’ve sworn Bucky looked like something inhuman—something with pointed ears and too-large eyes and sharpened teeth. But then the light changed and Bucky’s face returned to normal. Still, you couldn’t help but think he looked no less handsome in his fiendish visage.

Do you remember?

You couldn’t recall when you’d stripped out of your dress, only knowing you were much too warm to be wearing the stifling garment. There was no room in your head or your heart for self-consciousness as you danced hand in hand with Bucky, especially since you weren’t alone in your nakedness. Many of the others had stripped off their clothes and even Bucky had discarded his tunic somewhere, leaving him in only his breeches.

You thought nothing of dancing naked beneath the stars of the autumnal equinox, your feet never tiring no matter how long you kept up your revelry. The longer you danced, the warmer you became, the throbbing desire building within you. With every passing moment, you wanted to wrap yourself around Bucky and beg him to sink into your body with the hope that he would finally slake your need.

Before you could act on your desperate instincts, Bucky broke free from the other revelers and led you to the edge of the clearing, slipping into the shadows where the light of the bonfire didn’t reach. There, the music of the bacchanal was muffled and overlayed by the sounds of pleasure, melodic moans and a rhythmic primal din filling your ears. You couldn’t see anyone else, the shadows were so thick, but you could hear the enjoyment they were finding in each other’s bodies. It only spurred on the heat blazing beneath your skin, compelling you to throw yourself into Bucky’s arms.

He caught you easily, grinning down at you and murmuring, “Little lark,” so fondly it made your heart constrict with happiness. Then, his lips found yours in the darkness, kissing you for the first time. Like your first sip of wine, your first taste of Bucky was life-altering. He tasted of the wine you’d drank and the fruit you’d eaten and something more—something that was purely him.

Surging up on your tiptoes, you wound your arms around Bucky’s broad shoulders and dug your hands into his silky hair, pressing closer so that you could get even more of his taste. He groaned against your lips, seemingly enjoying the taste of you just as much, and hitched you higher against his bare chest as he plunged his tongue into your eager, wanting mouth. Your tongues danced as wildly as your bodies had, both of you moaning in pleasure.

One moment, you were standing, trying to press every inch of your bare skin against every bit of him, and the next, Bucky was laying you down on the ground of the glade, the fallen leaves and lush grass as soft as a blanket beneath your back. You only had enough room left in your mind to focus on the slide of Bucky’s lips against your own and the way his hips parted your thighs as your bodies pressed together, his hardness trapped against your belly.

A desire like none you’d ever known pounded through your veins and a whine worked its way up your throat as you writhed beneath Bucky’s large body. His shoulders were so broad and his lips so soft, so hungry against your skin as he kissed down the column of your throat. And his length was so stiff, you could feel him twitch against you while you gasped for air. You needed him inside you, but your lips couldn’t form the words.

Thankfully, Bucky seemed to know you needed some kind of relief, and he dipped his fingers between your thighs, finding you wet and wanting. A keening sound spilled from your lips as your spine arched and you threw your head back, his touch igniting a fever beneath your skin. Your hands in his hair tugged on the soft strands, trying to pull him closer, urge him to press deeper, anything to sate the hunger that was building in your center.

Bucky only chuckled at your desperation, the sound sweetly mocking, and he cooed at you, “Oh, little lark, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” His fingers played with your dripping folds, toying with your sensitive bud, wringing small, hitching gasps of pleasure from you every time his thumb brushed against it. “You were so lost without me to take care of you, weren’t you?” he went on, a dark kind of laughter in his tone that sounded especially depraved when paired with his sweet words. He brushed a kiss to your cheek, his lips right next to your ear as he spoke. “You’d never have found a man worthy of your precious cunt in the mortal world,” he rasped, his voice sinking right into your head.

But Bucky’s words got lost in the fog of your mind, and you couldn’t comprehend what he’d said beyond the sentiment that you’d have been lost without him. He was right, you would have. You’d been so lost you hadn’t even known you were lost until he’d found you. So you agreed, nodding eagerly for him.

Bucky laughed again, his fingers still playing with your cunt while you squirmed beneath him, paying no mind to how much noise you were making. Debauched moans spilled mindlessly from your mouth while Bucky stroked you between your thighs until your arousal was dripping down to the forest floor beneath you.

“Please,” was all you could manage, your hands clinging to Bucky’s bulging biceps, staring up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. His touch felt so good, pleasure pulsing from everywhere he stroked with those talented fingers of his, but it wasn’t enough. You threaded your fingers through his beard, grabbing hold of his face and pulling him closer to yours so you could beg him for more. “Please, Bucky.”

A sharp, feral grin split Bucky’s face in half and then he was pulling his fingers from your throbbing cunt, seemingly ready to finally put you out of your misery. But he paused for just a moment, sucking his fingers into his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed in the picture of bliss as he licked your wetness from his hand. He made you watch until his fingers were clean, his gaze heating as he tasted you.

“You are indulgence incarnate, my little lark,” he murmured, his eyes roving over you, making a pleased sound like he was enjoying the sight of your staring up at him from the forest floor, your chest heaving with need, your thighs parted and your slick pussy offered up to him. “You have entranced me, and now that I am under your spell, you shall never be free of me again.”

All you could think was that you were the one who was enchanted, so caught up in the mesmerizing possessiveness of Bucky’s expression, you barely noticed when he pushed his breeches down to his thighs. But then he shifted his hips and dragged the hard ridge of his cock between your folds.

You cried out at the feeling of him against your most intimate place, words failing you as your hands gripped Bucky’s sides and you tried to arch up to meet him. But Bucky only grabbed your hips in his large hands, pinning you to the forest floor while he had his fun teasing you with his cock. He laughed while he watched you squirm and writhe, eventually crying tears of frustration.

“Such a needy, pathetic little thing,” he cooed mockingly, kissing your tears from your face. “Beg me—beg me, little lark, and I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” he murmured in your ear, his voice so soothing and compelling that your lips were parting to speak before he’d even finished. “Beg me, and I’ll take you away from your mortal world, I’ll give you a life by my side in my realm instead.”

Again, Bucky’s words didn’t fully penetrate the haze filling your mind, so you only heard the first half of his command, and it was to that which you responded. “Please, Bucky, please fuck me,” you begged, your voice little more than a breathless whine. “I need it, I need it—I need you.” You were already half out of your mind with desire and pleasure, but that only seemed to make Bucky smile wider, his cock twitching against your cunt. “Take me, take me, take me,” you chanted, the words falling from your lips with the vehemence of a spell.

Bucky’s smile was sharp as a knife as it slashed across his face, but he was pleased with your performance and so he pushed himself inside your dripping hole, forcing an end to your chanting as the words dissolved into a heady moan. His thick length stretched your tight cunt, punching the air from your lungs and making you dizzy with pleasure.

Groaning above you, Bucky sank into your wet heat slowly, taking his time savoring the joining of your bodies. “Never felt anyone so exquisitely tight, little lark,” he rasped, spearing into you until he was buried to the hilt. He grunted, grinding into you like he just couldn’t help himself. “So deliciously warm, too,” he murmured, almost as if to himself. “So fucking perfect—so perfect, it’s like you were made for me.” His eyes found yours, glinting in the darkness as he stared down at you. “You were made to be mine, weren’t you?”

“Yes!” you cried, your hips rocking up to meet his grinding thrusts. The pleasure of his cock buried completely in your tight cunt and brushing against a sensitive spot inside you was nearly too much to bear, but you couldn’t stop your desperate movements.

Thankfully, Bucky took pity on you. He rewarded your acquiescence by murmuring, “Good little lark,” and lowering himself to pin you firmly between his big body and the soft forest floor. You were overwhelmed, Bucky’s heady earthy scent fogging your mind further so that all you could do was wrap your arms and legs around him, clutching him tight as your cunt clamped down greedily on his cock, like your body wished to keep him inside you for the rest of time.

But that could not be if either of you hoped for release, and the need to come was a demanding drumbeat in both your bodies. So Bucky pulled his cock from your dripping center, before sliding back inside, faster and harder than before. He forced the breath from your lungs on a sharp exhale, filling you so decadently, it felt as though you truly had been made for him. It felt like the only reason you were put on earth was to stumble into Bucky’s forest clearing and lay beneath him, taking his cock for the rest of your life like his perfect little lark.

Bucky’s thrusts grew in their fervor as he rutted into you with an otherworldly fury, taking pleasure in your body like he was owed it. And you gave it to him willingly, spreading your thighs wider, welcoming his every thrust into your tight cunt with an eagerness you’d never known before.

Your moans spilled freely from your mouth, urging him on, begging him to fuck you harder, faster. His hips pounded into your thighs, the soft sounds of skin on skin and the wet noises of your cunt joining the cacophony of the shadows around you. Your cries blended with Bucky’s groans, both of you adding to the harmony of the bacchanal’s other revelers.

Your coupling built to a crescendo, Bucky’s cock pumping into your cunt faster and faster until his movements were dizzying to your delirious mind. “Little lark, little lark,” he purred in your ear, the sound of his voice so inhumanly melodic, you couldn’t help but fall prey to its spell. “You’re mine, little lark—my little lark.”

Bucky’s words sent vines of warmth to wrap around your heart, clutching it tight, the lengths connected to your cunt so that his possessive utterance matched with his never-tiring thrusts were your undoing. You felt your pleasure coil tighter and tighter in your core until it snapped, and unfurled from your center as it rewrote the very fabric of your being. Clinging to Bucky as tightly as your strength allowed, you screamed your release to the star-filled sky, your cunt gripping him in rhythmic pulses as your body tried to take him even deeper inside you.

Your release incited Bucky’s own, his thrusts turning wild as your wet heat gripped him tight. He came with a growl against your throat, his cock buried so deep in your tight cunt, you could feel him press against the very end of you. His hardness twitched and pulsed, the warmth of his seed spilling into the waiting depths of your body.

A dazed, happy smile, curved your lips as you hummed your pleasure, stroking your fingers down Bucky’s bare back when he collapsed on top of you, learning every muscle and curve of him. Your mind was still filled with a haze fluffy clouds, the human world drifting farther and farther away from your memory without your notice. You could only think of how good Bucky felt on top of you, how happy you were to be his.

While he caught his breath, Bucky held you close, pinning you down into the soft earth with almost all of his weight, though not enough to crush you. You were so sated and content, you wished you could lay there forever, the forest floor beneath you and the night sky above you, your body entwined with Bucky’s, your souls fusing together.

You imagined what would happen if you did stay there, the way your bodies would eventually become one with the earth. A great tree would grow above you, its roots wrapping around your and Bucky’s intertwined bodies as its branches reached toward the sky. You and Bucky would be together forever.

The thought made you smile.

Do you remember?

You don’t remember anything but Bucky and the sweet wine and the delicious food and the endless dancing, broken up only by the moments when he takes you into the shadows and lays you down beneath the cloudless starry sky. He takes you, again and again, and you never tire of the feeling of him sinking into your wet heat, your lips begging him for more and more and more.

You’re swept away from the mortal world by the delights of the fae’s autumn equinox bacchanal, distracted by Bucky’s groping, greedy hands, the penetrating thrust of his hips and the devastating curve of his smile. All that you remember are his murmured promises for a life by his side, though you don’t know yet what that entails, and his sweet words about how much he adores his little lark. You remember only how Bucky plans to keep you—forever.

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