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frostironfudge · 2 years

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I just realized you’re taking requests and I love your writing! May I request the ever loved soulmates trope with Loki and female plus!size reader?

A Touch Of You

Summary: this is part of my funfair celebration under the 'mini movie theatre' category honestly this is such a cute idea! Thank you for sending it in!!

Pairing: Loki x Plus Size! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: fluff, non canon compliant, takes place after thor tdw, flirting, soulmate au, the first place you touch is demarcated

A.N: absolutely love the soulmate trope, and with loki its just 💖, thank you once again! and i'm so glad you love my writing! thank you for reading and sending love!!

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A Touch Of You

“Are you really going to attempt that?” Thor speaks unceremoniously with a tired gaze to his brother.

“I’m dying you oaf.” Loki sneers, pressing his palm to the wound, adding to the dramatic scene.

“So do you not have anything to live for?” Thor shakes his head a sad smile on his face.

“What about, what about your destined mate?” Thor knows this might have Loki latch onto live.

“In my years on Asgard—,” Loki gives a pained groan.

“Asgard is one realm, what about Midgard?” Thor watches as the blood pools between his brother’s fingers.

“I am a God how can I be destined for a mortal.” Loki argues.

“Well currently you’re not immortal yourself.” Thor teases and Loki produces his own dagger.

“You’re very annoying.” He tells Thor who only shrugs.

Loki disappears from view and Thor looks around at the edge Loki stands staring at the barren land.

“What was the plan? Take over the throne?” Thor rolls his eyes.

“I could rule more fairly than him.” Loki defends.

“I know you could Loki and you will when the time comes. You cannot have your soulmate’s mark turn to black before you met.” Thor still tries again, he knows the stories their mother spoke, the stories that stuck with Loki.

The stories that also ended Loki’s faith in soulmates.

The stories that restored it.

“I only worry if, if I am not worthy for them. Realms where I have made mistakes.” Loki murmurs.

Thor places a hand on his arm, “Mistakes that occurred by you being tormented. Not of your own volition.” He reminds his brother.

Loki stares at the mark that stays colourless outlined upon his wrist. He runs his hand over the outline as he had through his age.

“How would we explain, how would we explain that I’d leave?” He murmurs, his brother smiles.

“We’ll come to an agreement.” Thor chuckles, glad his brother was more accepting towards the idea.

Six months and several eye rolls to his brother and the remaining Avengers later, Loki finds himself wandering the streets of Midgard.

He had come to the conclusion that only a few places were tolerated by him. Libraries, bookstores the independent kind not the noisy over filled brands that only stocked popular things.

It was surprisingly a day that was slow going, no troubles brewing on the horizon. Today would be a good day to find a book, or just roam the aisles of the quaint bookstore.

Maybe he would work up the courage to speak to you, the sweet woman at the counter. Just the thought of you had him nervously trace his soulmate mark.

You were beautiful in his eyes, the way your smile lit up the room, your laugh would echo in the depths of his chest and you never once looked down upon him. Nor made him feel unwelcome.

He had an inkling you knew who he was, yet your demeanour never changed.

You always greeted him with a beaming smile, giving him little anecdotes about books which he bought and you had read before.

The bell dings as he enters, his gaze finds an empty spot where you would usually stand at the counter. He frowns. Scanning the bookstore, it is seemingly empty.

“Darling?” The nickname spoken with ease, the flush that it brought on your cheeks however was missing, as were you.

Worry anchors into his stomach as he summons his dagger, moving through the aisles. A rhythmic tapping draws his attention towards the mythology section.

The tapping gets louder as he approaches dagger drawn, relief floods him as he recognises you.

You turn at the very same time startled by his presence and you lose your footing on the later. Loki swiftly takes strides and your left hand’s fingers wrap around his right wrist, tingling resonates between the interconnected marks and they bloom with colour while Loki breaks your fall with ease, holding you up.

Your eyes find his green ones, they harbour so much emotion.

“You, you need to be careful.” He murmurs, you tilt your head and he notices the headphones the beat similar to the one to which you were tapping your foot.

He takes the headphone out, he doesn’t need to lean in but god, having him this close after pining behind him and hoping your mark matched his by some miracle.

“I said you need to be careful, Darling.”

Your skin flushes, the warmth spreading through your chest, “I um, I was setting up a display… Avengers Celebration week…”

His eyes move to the display and his lips part, there was an entire wall dedicated to him, your cheeks heat further.

“Safe to say, that I am your favourite?” He teases, you turn you head trying to hide it against his chest.

“Well, I um..” You scramble for words as he rights your frame, your hand doesn’t leave his, his free hand encircles yours.

“Thank you.” You say, he shrugs it off.

“I was worried…” He admits, his own cheeks carrying a flush.

“About?”

“You, darling.”

“W-why… Did you know?” You wonder if he did know, he is a God after-all. Oh god, he’s a god.

“No, I, I just always felt drawn to you. From the day I saw you.”

“About four months ago?” You raise your brow, he nods.

“Could, could I take you out for dinner? A date as Midgardians call it?” He tilts his head, scrunching his nose.

“You don’t mind the fact that i’m me or Midgardian?” You question, nervousness laces your voice.

He hand moves to cup your cheek.

“I will not say no to the one who the fates have fashioned for me.” He brushes his thumb along your jaw.

“My first thought when I saw you?” He continues, “i cannot believe such ethereal beauty exists upon this realm. Right from your smile, to your laugh, to your eyes, to your face, to the way you move, to the way you speak. Everything pulled me in Darling. I would have fought with the fates if it turned out you were not mine.” His confession has you breathe deeply.

“Loki,” You shift your weight from one foot to the other, not understanding why you want to draw his attention to an insecurity you have begun to embrace and not care for, so why is it forcing its way onto your tongue?

“Is, are you not pleased? I, I know I have done horrible—,”

You shake your head, silencing him, “Loki, no, I know how difficult that was for you, I cannot fathom from where you found the strength to continue onward. I’m immensely proud of you, the way you came here trying to right wrongs that were done not by your own hands.” You press a soft kiss to the hand that still cups your cheek.

“I—, its just, I hope you’re pleased… I’m not exactly a goddess… you’re a god… and well… I don’t want you to have to well, settle…” You look away, at your soulmate marks still in contact.

“I’m not invincible, I used to believe several tales, follow glory, you could say that i had several perspective shifts, one thing however that my mother taught me. Is that my soulmate whoever they were, however they were, no matter their appearance I would accept them, it doesn’t mean I am settling, it means that I see you and I want you, I desire you, I will learn to love you the way you need, I want to be your soulmate in any capacity you desire.” He speaks, the hand cupping your cheek moves, to under your chin.

You meet his gaze again, his eyes hold sincerity and truth, you nod. A smile breaks out upon his lips.

“So is that a yes for the date?” He chuckles, seeing the blush return to your skin.

“Yes,” You giggle.

“Perfect, now, do you need help setting up?” He tilts his head to indicate the display you were working upon.

“I do, actually.”

His hand moves from yours as you walk the few steps to the display, he tugs you back when you head towards the ladder.

“I am perfectly capable of lifting you up.” Loki gives you a pointed look and you giggle again.

“Alright, you may lift me up.” You shake your head, he always had caught your eye from the first moment he walked in as though stepping off of a runway in that all black suit.

Loki begins to roll up his sleeves discarding the dark navy jacket. His eyes gleam with mirth as your heart thuds erratic.

You sent a silent thank you up to the fates, because god damn.

“Did you know I can read minds?” He has this teasing edge to his voice and you hope he’s joking.

“I’m not kidding, Darling.” His voice is low and deep.

“Loki,” You breathe trying to calm your racing heart.

He takes your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“I wouldn’t read your mind without consent, love.” He says with a smile.

“You absolute tease.” You shake you head, cheeks warming.

“Only yours, only for you.” His words hold more emotion than he would like, he knows you can hear the heaviness they carry.

You knew there was more to him than the press releases or what occurred in New York, you knew he carried something that he did not allow most to see.

You cup his cheek, “All mine,” You stroke his cheek, your free hand brings his hand to your cheek, “All yours.”

Loki blinks, eyes lacing with emotion, the warmth from your skin warming his heart.

“I wish I could explain better how those four words make me feel. Words, they cease me even though we are surrounded by endless tales and confessions of emotions.” He gazes into your eyes.

“I can understand, how difficult a lot of things must be for you, you don’t have to tell me everything, I wouldn’t demand that from you. Just know whenever you are ready, I’m here to listen.” You stand on your tip toes pressing your lips to his cheek, his hands move to grab your waist, helping you remain against him.

After the kiss you wrap your arms around his neck, he holds onto you, not letting go of the embrace.

Loki carries the scent of saffron, vanilla and a hint of oud. His hold tightens around you,

“I’ve got you.”

Three simple words and Loki cannot fathom hoe in just this short amount of time he trusts you to be this vulnerable, this open with you, this needy with you.

As he retreats from the hug, setting you back down carefully you hold his hand to line up your now filled in coloured soulmate marks, he understands.

You smile up at him, not demanding him to speak, allowing him to decide his next move, words, actions and he presses his lips to your cheek.

You smile, when he pulls away he seems relieved, lighter than before.

“Come, let me help you finish the display.” He leads you, knowing he can converse about anything and everything with you.

The conversation flows easily, you stay on the topic of literature as he helps you, his seiðr lifting books from the back to where you two were stood as he held you up.

The green glow leaving you in awe, hesitantly you move to brush your fingertips over it as the seiðr hols up a book, it feels soft, thrumming and somehow carries a bit of Loki.

“It’s beautiful,” you tell him, the seiðr then reaches out to move away your strand of hair, making you chuckle.

Loki smiles, your work is done earlier with his help and the customers begin to roll in, he stays by your side at the counter only stepping away to the nearest restaurant to bring in food for the break you were about to take.

When he finds you closing up earlier his brows furrow with worry, you smile at him, slightly easing his tensed shoulders.

“I want to spend the day with my soulmate, impromptu date.” Your hand reaches out, he grasps it, lacing your fingers through his own.

“Very well, I know just the place.” Loki grins, elated, leading you through the streets to lead you through the place for your very first date.

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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i would like a tony stark x insecure plus size reader where tony is gone for a while and his girl gains a lil bit of weight and shes afraid hell leave her for it or something like that? idk youre the writer!

The Way You Are

Pairing: Tony Stark x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: not canon compliant, fluff, angst, body image issues, insecure reader, overthinking, anxiety, hurt/comfort, tony comforts the reader, weight insecurities, happy ending. past in italics.

A.N: hi @lilacprincessofrecovery thank you for this request, i've been wanting to write for tony the longest time and this is my first piece with him, i hope you like it.

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It had been two months, you stared at the mirror and then Tony’s side of the huge wardrobe. You grabbed one of his oversized band tees.

Thats when it happened, it fit a little too closely. Right over your stomach and sides. Not showing the curves in the best way or the way you knew Tony loved seeing you in his clothes.

You peel the t shirt off of your body. Hanging it back and moving towards your own clothes. Then the pang of ache hits you.

The t shirt smelled of his cologne, having you engulfed in his essence. You missed Tony. Terribly and utterly missed him.

The news wasn’t helpful and Tony never wanted to discuss anything on the phone calls about the missions. Only speaking about you and your day and how much he missed you.

The only respite were the videocalls and holograms of each other that Jarvis would be able to project, via the Iron Man suit for Tony and at home for you through minor enhancements made by his tinkering.

“Can’t wait to hold you in my arms again.” Tony sighed as he peeled an orange.

“Can’t wait to be in your arms again.” You traced over his face over the screen of the StarkPad, “Are you sleeping okay? Eating okay?” You question, eyeing the orange.

He chuckles, “Am I not appealing without my cheese burgers and shawarmas?”

“Tony.” You shake your head, then chuckle at his pun.

“Made you laugh.” He pops the orange slice in his mouth.

“You always do.” You admire him.

He smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners and his dimple peeks out.

“I really miss you.” He says once again, “Been a month an a half and I swear I think I have an addiction to you just can’t sleep.”

“Why don’t you call me when you’re about to sleep? Could pretend to lay next to each other.” You offer frowning.

Tony shakes his head, “Timezones, baby. Can’t have you suffer at my expense, and anyways its just a while more. Insomnia has been my best friend for far longer.”

“Don’t let Rhodes hear you.” You laugh, he giggles.

He eats about half the orange and then yawns.

“You know I’m kind of sleepy.” You say, “Lay with me?”

“Are you trying to get me to nap?” He narrows his eyes but begins moving to his bed.

“J, do your thing.” Tony requests, a hologram of him appears on the bed, your hologram stands in front of him, mimicking how you both were currently.

“On it, Sir.”

“Thank you, Jarvis.” You say, climbing into bed, hand outstretched. Tony reaches for it as does his hologram for you.

“You’re very welcome, Ma’am.”

You both sigh. So close and yet so far.

Tony does manage to fall asleep, you stay watching over him, well, his hologram.

You grab the t shirt again, tears brim your eyes. You had just spoken to him an hour back and they were flying to another location. He would be gone for another few weeks and it was getting hard. The worry, the empty bed, the empty house which has seemingly everything and yet nothing.

“Hey Jarvis? Could you do a Body Mass Analysis for me?” You whispered stepping into the bathroom, over the calibrated tiles.

“Ma’am, I don’t think you should.” Jarvis tries to quell your wandering thoughts.

“Jarvis please.” You request, “Just tell me how much weight I’ve put on okay?”

“Ma’am the last time this happened, Sir was with you and I believe we need to hold off.” The AI says, you sigh.

“Good thing I keep an analogue scale as well.” You huff retrieving it.

“Ma’am—,”

“No Jarvis. I I have time before he comes back I can shed this all,” you stand on the scale, its about a few kilograms/pounds higher than before but you know you gained more inches.

The diet change combined with eating too much sweet to emotionally keep your worries at bay resulted in this. You poke at the rolls, missing Tony’s soft hold and warmth. He’d know what to say.

You keep clutching Tony’s shirt, “I can right?”

“Ma’am I do not think putting yourself under duress is what Mr. Stark would want for you.” Jarvis tries to reason.

“Do not tell him a word okay?” You say to the AI.

Jarvis stays silent.

“Jarvis. Please. I don’t want him worried while he is away.” You plead with the AI.

“He always worries about you. Always requests for updates. If he knows you are struggling, he could help.” The AI’s words send a pang of guilt.

“Ma’am, if I may, Mr. Stark always spoke highly of your beauty and still does to this date. Please try not to be hard upon yourself.” Jarvis continued, almost breaking protocol to call Tony to have him quell your increasing anxiety.

Your lips pursed as you consider his words.

“I wasn’t, I wasn’t this big.” You mutter, then pull on the t-shirt, staring at the tightened places. If this was the situation then what would be the situation for the remaining clothes you used to fit into without being hard on your body and shape.

“Ma’am,” Jarvis says as though he is really trying but words fail him, you watch over your features, closing your eyes when that voice inside your head begins to win and every jab at you slices through.

“Mr. Stark is attempting a video call.” Jarvis announces.

You wince, stepping out of the bathroom and grabbing the StarkPad.

“Hey there, kitten— oh!” Tony stares at you, your mind instantly tells you he doesn’t like what he sees, all he can see is rolls of skin and nothing appealing. You know he might just not want to come back to you, maybe you should take off somewhere when he returns, maybe-

“Y/N?” Tony calls put worried, you shake your head.

“Huh?”

“I said you look ravishing, are you teasing me?” He whispers, a smirk on his face.

“I um,” you blush, he thinks, he thinks you’re ravishing, still.

“God, what I’d do to be next to you, you know what it does to me seeing you in my clothes.” He bites his lip, eyes raking over you, “go on, step away let me see those gorgeous thighs and legs that wrap around my hips and head.”

“To-tony.” You stutter but stand, his voice coaxing you.

“Fucking gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, fuck got me so fucking hard.” Tony takes a deep steadying breath, your face flushes and thighs clench.

“You know what is my favourite part about you wearing my clothes?” He questions, you look up, fiddling with the hem.

“Taking them off?” You tease, lifting the shirt slightly and his eyes follow your movements and then much to his dismay you walk towards the device.

“Hey! I was enjoying the view that is my girlfriend.” He pouts, making you laugh.

“Well come home and take it off.” You challenge. The voice begins to return.

“In a while, kitten. Just going to have my way with you and probably have us stay a six month vacation on an island, just you, me, ice cream,” He grins.

“And Jarvis.” You add.

“It would be my pleasure to accompany the two of you.” Jarvis pipes up and Tony shakes his head.

“Dum-E misses you.” You say, Tony sighs wistfully.

“I miss him too, I miss you more however.” He gives a sad smile, holding your gaze.

“I miss you more. Come back soon?” You request, Tony looks to the side muting the call before nodding at the person who entered his room.

“That was just Cap, we have to head out. I’ll try to be there soon okay? I love you.” He traces his fingertips over the screen.

“I love you too, Tony.” You watch as the suit is put on his face graces your screen as he speaks to you from the suit.

“You’re doing okay right?” He suddenly questions and you freeze.

“Um?”

“With everything, me being away and I just, I know you did not sign up for all of this, and I swear next time I’m not going on this long of a vacation, I miss you too much. My arms ache to be around you and my body misses your warmth.” He admits, you sigh.

“i, I’m okay, you should head out,”

“Y/N…” Tony doesn’t buy a word.

“Okay I’m not that great, it has been really hard without you.” You admit, throat tightening with emotion.

“Oh baby,” Tony looks right into your eyes, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I haven’t been there for you. Tell me, tell me what can I do to make it better.” He pleads.

You bite your lip, blinking back tears, “You can’t.” Your resolve breaks, a sob breaks past your lips.

“Tell me, please, baby, please. I’m, I’m so sorry, I love you so much.” Tony stops mid-flight path, Jarvis announces to the others he’s hanging back. He couldn’t have you broken down this way, he had to help you.

“Come back, I know you can’t, so it, there is no point in me saying anything. I’m, I’ll be okay, I don’t want to worry you okay? i’ll talk to you tomorrow, go beat some bad guy ass.” You give a watery chuckle to distract him, wiping the stupid tears that wouldn’t stop.

You hit end call. Requesting Jarvis to not let Tony’s calls come through, to tell him you were in the shower.

His cologne surrounds you as you stay curled up in bed, the tears don’t stop. They don’t fucking stop. You sniffle exhausted. Sleep lingers at the periphery coaxing you under.

Dreams provide a semblance of peace, a moment of comfort, dreaming of Tony wasn’t rare. You took what your mind gave you. His lips brushing over your forehead, cheeks and his fingertips tracing along your back and sides, softly brushing under his shirt, pulling you closer.

You feel the warmth of the arc reactor he wore the light softened for the night, hidden under the black tank he wore. You softly trace a path from his bicep to elbow, then back up.

“You’re awake?” he murmurs, you look up into his dark eyes. Tiredness overtakes his features.

“Awake?” You wince at the dryness of your throat, Tony shifts, grabbing the water bottle at the side. You take small sips handing it back.

Looking outside and then at the time it’s been ten hours since you last saw the time. You look back at Tony. Then down to where his arms were, his shirt had ridden up, your eyes brimmed with tears, at him being back or the insecurity of him leaving you couldn’t decipher.

You sit up, nerves getting the best of you.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” He wipes your tears, “I got back half an hour ago, I have breakfast too.”

“What about the mission?” You question, knots tying in your stomach.

“I needed to be here more.” He says, still stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m here and I’ve got you okay? I love you, whatever is hurting you, you can tell me when you’re ready. As long as you need me to hold you I will.” He gazes into your eyes, sealing his words with a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Tony,” You blink back the tears, “Am, am i still beautiful to you?”

The way your voice sounds so worried and so small breaks his heart.

“Kitten, you’re absolutely beautiful and gorgeous.” He says, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

“I, I couldn’t—your shirt doesn’t fit right and—,”

“I think it looks so damn sexy.” He interrupts with determination, you huff out.

“Tony.” You lose your train of thought, he gleams when you take in his words.

“Baby, your weight does not change what my heart feels for you, what my mind conjures up for you, who my hands search for in an empty, unknown bed, it is always you, it will always be you. I know these past days were hard on you, I wish I was there better. I’m here now and I want to tell you, you are perfect, don’t care what the scales say, as long as you’re healthy and happy.” He presses kisses all over your face.

“You mean that?” Your voice is still small, eyes searching to catch a lie, mind waiting to turn and twist his words but it cannot.

“Every word, every syllable. I love you for you.” He strokes your cheek.

“I love you.” You whisper.

“Want to have some Breakfast?” He question, you nod with a smile. Tony turns to the side and somehow Dum-E was bringing the arranged tray with ease.

“Best lil guy.” Tony praises and the bot whirrs happily, he pats Dum-E after taking the tray. Dum-E nudges his hand for more pats.

“Dude I’ve got my girl I need to give attention too.” Dum-E whirs and shifts towards you, distracting you from Tony.

“Oh, is that how we’re playing this?” He raises a brow at you.

You giggle, continuing to give Dum-E your attention.

You feel Tony’s hands on your sides, he shifts so you’re sitting with your back against him chest. Dum-E moves away. You snuggle against Tony’s chest. Then you freeze.

“Hey, none of those thoughts okay? I want you comfortable and cuddled up, love it when you snuggle into me and there isn’t any place for even air to get between us.” He presses his lips to your temple.

“I, it, it, is hard.” You sigh, looking up at him, turning to face him.

“One day at a time okay? I know it is hard, I also know and have seen how strong you are, your resilience and your ability to give yourself the love you shower onto me. Its okay if you are not able to be strong or give yourself love right now.” Tony strokes your cheek.

“I’m here to do that for you.” He rests his forehead against yours, you close your eyes.

“I love you the way you are, the way you were and the way you will be.” He says the lines said by you to him, when he questioned all his actions while struggling with his life after being taken, after New York.

“I love you the way you are, the way you were and the way you will be.” You whisper back, his lips brush over yours, as he cups your face gently to deepen the kiss.

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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🎟 - childhood best friends realize their feelings after a scary situation with loki please 🥰

You’re My Light

Pairing: Loki x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: non canon compliant at all and idk where to place it lol lets say before thor 1, fluff, mild angst, warzone, some violence, mutual pining, some gore, fluff, reader has a nickname given by Loki - ‘Lys’ (its meaning is explained as you read)

A.N: hi lovely nonnie, thank you for sending in this request, i have decided to go with a gender neutral reader for this, i hope you enjoy it and thank you for participating in ‘frositonfudge’s funfair’! it means alot!

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The palace has a chill to it. As you walk through the floors. Keeping eyes out for anything suspicious. When Heimdall had requested your presence on Bifrost after the cavalry under Thor’s leadership had left for the troubled realm, you were beyond worried.

The lack of noise, still ate at your heart. Still ate at the entirety of the beating organ, that harboured worry for one individual only.

You clamber up the stairs, a final look behind you, as you venture deeper into the palace.

The first floor consists of a foyer, leading to corridors that harbour rooms at various distances. The is dim lighting from the floating candles casts a warm glow. Almost reminiscent of how he had conjured the— you stop yourself from thinking about him.

Even though your heart and mind know it will fail to do so, everything returns back to him. Everything brighter because of him.

Unoccupied room after unoccupied room. They fill your being with calm and worry.The thought crosses your mind as you traverse to the next corridor, light on your feet, sword drawn close.

You hear a breath, pausing your movements, waiting for the creature or any survivor to turn the corner.

Grip tightened around your sword, you draw in a quiet breath. Not allowing the snickers and insults Frandal and Sif threw your way during training about being weak to get to you.

Your mind brought forth Loki, your best friend since childhood, running around in the palace corridors. Sneaking into the vault and admiring the trinkets Odin would collect.

Loki showing his magic to you, conjuring flowers, conjuring your favourite sweet treats. Making you laugh on the days where all you wanted to do was cry.

When you both would go into the library and find Midgardian literature to read in the quiet company of each other.

Your mind calms. Loki is a source of calm for you. Safety, synonymous with him. With his presence. His wit, his smile, his kindness. His fierceness. Him.

“Lys.” His voice carrying your given nickname washes over you, your sword lowers. Loki stands before you confused at your presence here. This escapade did not warrant your presence.

“What are you doing here?” He whispers, walking till you’re in the room you had deemed cleared moments ago.

The urge to pull him into your arms, itches at your skin.

“I’m here to help this realm, on All-father’s orders. Heimdall said further help is required.” You mutter, you wait for his concern to wash over you.

“We have it handled, Heimdall should not have sought you out.” Loki presses, worry lacing his voice. He didn’t want you hurt.

“Loki, I can help, I can fight.” You reason, this close to stomping your foot as if a toddler and not a fully trained warrior in your own right.

“I am not insinuating that you cannot fight, I simply am worried for your wellbeing.” He reasons.

“If you are worried it indicates you do not trust my abilities, Loki.” You glare at him, he shakes his head.

“I trust your abilities more than my own.” His words are laced with something deeper before your can decipher it he continues to speak.

“Stay beside me. We shall cover this floor together, Thor and Frandal are on the east tower, Sif has taken to the south tower, if there are any survivors of this realm we need to take them to refuge.” He explains, further about the type of attacks that render the creatures ravaging this realm dead.

He shows you the moves and then has you swiftly practice. Praising your quick learning and eyes lingering on your skin as heat flushes across at your shyness to the praise.

His heart grips at him, aching to mutter the words. When Heimdall announced more manpower is coming their way in different areas he had hoped you wouldn’t be one of them but he had also hoped if you were then you would be placed nearer to him.

Once you repeat everything correctly, only then he guides you out, retracing your steps till the turn, the corridor extends in either direction and forwards.

“I—,”

“Stay here.” He cuts you off.

“Loki.” Your glare hardens, he was being unreasonable.

“Lys, please.” His voice waivers, green eyes tracing over you.

“We will help these people.” You try to make him understand.

“Stay here, let me clear the corridor, then we’ll go the other way.” He bargains and you bite the inside of your cheek.

“Please.” he adds and you nod.

Loki gives you one more glance before turning back and moving down the corridor, checking the rooms. You keep watch, he enters and exits rooms. Your heart races when he enters and calms when he returns unscathed.

As he enters a room, a scream ripples from your side of the corridor.

You pay no heed to Loki’s warning call, easily finding the door. A mother and her child backed away in the corner. The ghastly creature looming over them, black tendrils seeping the sludge onto the floor.

One hooked arm moves forward, you charge towards it, Loki’s instructions in your head clear as crystal. You micmic the moves he taught and the creature falls.

“Go, to the other other room—,” Your words are cut off as you’re thrown to the opposite side of the room. Your sword falls inches out of reach.

You huff, the creature slowly makes its way to you.

Your only sigh of relief is when you watch the mother and child move out of the room. You knew Loki would protect them.

You crawl towards your weapon, but one decaying arm wraps around your ankle, the sludge causing your armour to start to melt.

Your fingers brush at the sword’s handle and you almost feel the heat on your leg.

When it stops, the squelch of the creature’s head falling registers in your ears.

Loki pants standing behind the now fallen creature, then his anger filled green eyes fall upon you.

“What did I tell you?” he yells, you wince,

“Tell me, Lys, what did I tell you?” he questions again, stepping over the unmoving body. His voice has grown dark, so have his eyes. His breathing still uneven.

“Stay in my place…” You mumble, he nods.

“What did you do?” He runs a hand through his hair, you bite your lip.

“What did you do instead, Lys?” He raises one brow and his voice cracks. He never wanted to see you in trouble, never wanted to ever have you face life or death.

When he saw the mother and child run out, they told him about you. His heart in his throat. He was so worried and so angry, how could you go in without his back up?

“I didn’t… Loki they needed help.” You reason, he kneels, checking your ankle for injury, he breathes when only your armour is the damaged aspect.

He moves his hand over the worn armour, you watch in awe as his seiðr gives a soft green glow. Your armour manifests again as if damage was never done. You stand up as he offers you his hand.

“Your abilities never cease to amaze me.” You murmur, but he doesn’t smile, Loki remains lost in thought.

“Do you know what the world is, without light?” He questions, his anger slowly fading. His hand cups your chin, making you meet his gaze.

“Full of darkness,” You answer, he always would ask this question randomly.

“Do you know what ‘Lys’ means?” Green burns into your eyes, as he searches for something within you. This was his second random question.

“Light…” You whisper, throat thick, when it suddenly clicks in your head.

“Then how can you be putting my light at risk to leave me in darkness?” He whispers, the pain in his voice wraps around your heart.

“Loki…” Your voice is thick, the way his eyes pool with unshed tears, your own brim.

“I cannot bear to be without you, I’ve held my tongue. No more. I cannot allow another moment for you to live without the knowledge of my love for you that I have held in my heart since the day I showed you my first piece of magic and you did not treat me any different. You saw me for me, I fell in love with my best friend.” Loki keeps admitting, his forehead against your own.

“Loki, I—,”

“You do not need to say it, if you—,”

“I love you too, I fell in love with my best friend too.” You cut him off and then his lips are on every part of your face, your forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, chin. Coaxing laughter from you. He finally smiles as well. The moment his lips press to your own, you can taste the salt of your mixed tears, Loki holds you close.

When your lips part, Loki strokes your cheek, the smile on his face is a memory you will cherish.

“I was so worried, when Heimdall sent out the call, I thought—,” You close your eyes, the painful thought still too much to even consider.

“I wished he would not have sent for you, but I also wished if he did he would place you beside me.” he kisses your eyelids.

You meet his gaze after his lips leave their memory upon your skin, full of admiration and love.

“I want to kiss you again.” he confesses, you chuckle.

“We have work, Loki.” You cup his jaw, “We evacuated our designated area.” He shrugs, tilting his head closer to yours, you meet him halfway hands on his shoulders helping your stand on your tip-toes.

“One kiss only.” You warn, he gives you one of his mischievous grins.

“We’ll see about that, my Lys.” He assures, lips once again meeting your own.

permanent tags: @stevesmewmew @pandaxnienke

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Loki Masterlist

hello, I'm fudge and this is my Loki Masterlist, anything and everything Loki is here: one shots, multi-part fics. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Contains Smut **

One Shots:

Philtre

The Forest Green Hoodie **

First Christmas with Loki

The Warmth You Bring To My Heart

You're My Light (GN!Reader) [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre]

A Touch of You - (Loki x Plus size! Fem Reader) [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre]

Multi-Part Fics:

Loki at Hogwarts AU

An interconnected series of oneshots of Slytherin Loki and Hufflepuff Reader. (smut*, fluff, angst)

Part I** // Part II** // Part III

Tenebrous (Vampire!Loki AU)

Loki believes that soulmates are just a consolation prize to immortality. Then he meets you, and he can’t understand how you were forged just for him. You both fall in love. But then he breaks your heart. Will he be able to piece it back together?

contains themes of dark themes, smut, please read warnings for individual chapters before proceeding

Pairing: Loki x Fem Reader, Loki x Bucky (eventual), Bucky x Loki x Reader (eventually)

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frostironfudge's funfair masterlist

if you would like to send in a request please read this post for the rules and types of requests i am accepting! (requests are now closed)

main masterlist

🎟 Mini Movie Theatre

Post Its and Doodles (Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader)

You're My Light (Loki x GN!Reader - childhood friends to lovers)

Between Your Hands I Find Peace (FATWS!Bucky x fem!reader - enemies to lovers)

A Taste of You - (Bucky x Fem!Reader) (smut)

A Touch of You - (Loki x Plus size! Fem Reader) (soulmate au)

The Comfort You Bring - (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎪House of Song

I Cannot Bring Myself To Let You Go (Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) Song: Can't Remember to Forget You - Shakira ft. Rihanna

I'll Be Your Hideaway (Bucky Barnes x Reader)(Modern!AU) Song: Seven - Taylor Swift

We Go A Lot Of Time (Bucky Barnes x Reader) (smut) Song: Need To Know - Doja Cat

I Want You To Know (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Song: Love You Like A Love Song - Selena Gomez

🍦🍡🍩 FunFair Food For Thought

Steve Bucky Thor

updated: 30.08.2022

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frostironfudge's funfair

(requests are now closed!!)

sooo i have crossed 700 (currently on 727) followers and this baffles my mind! thank you so much to each of you who have read/interacted/followed me because of my work it means so much!

to celebrate i thought to host a little month long funfair to interact and make friends and ofcourse write more fanfics/oneshots/blurbs/drabbles/headcanons etc. (please read the rules as well!!

the attractions at the funfair:

🎪 house of song:

from the list of artists pick one song of theirs + a character and i will come up with a one shot/drabble inspired by the same!

taylor swift, the weeknd, the neighbourhood, lana del rey, ariana grande, selena gomez

example: secrets by the weeknd + tony stark

🎭 the masks we wear:

get to know me! send me questions you'd like to the answers to! p.s. you can use these links to pick questions! link 1, link 2, link 3, link 4

example: hey fudge do you think we're living in a simulation?

example: link 3 number 23

🎟 mini movie theatre:

send me a prompt/trope + character and i'll write up a small blurb/drabble/headcannon/one shot (depending on what you would like)

example: bodyguard falling in love with the client + bucky barnes

🍦🍡🍩 funfair food for thought:

the classic FMK (f, marry, kiss) game, send in three characters and you will know my deepest thoughts with those three categories

example: Steve, Tony, Stephen Strange

Rules

i write for the following characters in pairings with female!readers and gender neutral!readers, plus size!readers are loved and cherished here:

Bucky Barnes, Loki, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange

2. for smut requests you need to be 18+. your media consumption is your responsibility i will not be held responsible for what you chose to read despite warnings.

3. if i am not comfortable with a certain request it will be deleted

4. Hard No for writing are: scat, piss play, non con, abusing of the reader by the character, graphic depictions of self harm, EDs.

here is my main masterlist incase you would like to get an idea of my writing style

i hope you enjoy the content i put out please reblog to spread the word!!

permanent tags: @stevesmewmew @pandaxnienke

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🍦🍡🍩 funfair food for thought

FMK

Steve Bucky Thor

ooooooh this one is good hmm lets see well

i'd marry bucky (he's my comfort character and it all happened very surprisingly of how he became my comfort character)

f*ck steve since i think the captain is packing 🙊 (also the profound moment was the back shot of him with the punching bags i have it burned into memory)(also that elevator scene? where them cuffs at?)

kiss thor on the cheek maybe lol

#frostironfudge's funfair #elle14-blog1

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

hello, I'm fudge and this is my Bucky Barnes Masterlist, anything and everything Bucky is here: one shots, multi-part fics. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Contains Smut **

One Shots:

Venus (Bodyguard Bucky) **

Conversations with The Devil [Submission for Spooktacular Smutfest 21 by boxofbonesfic] (Devil!Bucky Barnes) **

Part 2: Conversations with The Devil ** (Devil!Bucky Barnes)

Sparkle (BestFriend Bucky) [Submission for loveletterswritingchallenge by pellucid-constillations]

Tattooed On Your Palms Is My Love (Modern AU) **

Hide Your Lies (SoftDark!Mafia!Stucky AU) [submission for boxofbonesfic 's #Beastyoumadeofme22] **

If Only I Could Get To You First (Modern!Bucky Fake Dating AU)

Between Your Hands I Find Peace (FATWS!Bucky) [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre]

I'll Be Your Hideaway (Modern!AU) [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - seven by taylor swift]

We Go A Lot Of Time [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Need To Know by Doja Cat] **

The Comfort You Bring - [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre] **

I Want You To Know [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Love You Like A Love Song - Selena Gomez]

My Angel (DBF! Bucky Barnes) **

I Really, Really Want To Kiss You - Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes

107 - TFATWS!Bucky x Motocross!Reader (requested)

Keep Your Eyes On Me - Archeologist Bucky

Keep My Secret - Stucky x Reader (Dark Fic)

Baby, Keep Those Off (requested)

I'd Choose You (requested)

Devour **

Multi-Part Fics:

Stencils, Bouquets & Icing

An AU where Bucky is a tattoo artist and Steve is a florist, both find love much closer than they anticipated. Steve in Bucky's tattoo artist apprentice nicknamed Petal and Bucky in the baker opposite to his shop nicknamed Cupcake.

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Labyrinth (completed)

labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way.

Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends. A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Masterlist

This Feeling I've Got (ongoing, sporadic updates)

A multi part series of one shots that can be read together or stand alone in their own sweet right. based in a non canon compliant FATWS AU. (angst mild, fluff, smut)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem Reader

Masterlist

Silhouettes In The Spotlight (completed)

Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release.

SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary.

This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once (completed)

After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and social media, where he happens to find you. (angst, fluff, smut) (Modern!AU)

Pairing: Ex Military!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem Reader

Masterlist

It Comes Back To Me (completed)

Can Bucky have you come back to him after he pushed you too far?

Pairing: Lawyer!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part I // Part II

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Hey! Loved your stories! So, I wanted to make a request. A Bucky fanfic. Where he loves the reader's boobs. Kinda obsessed. Likes to play with it. Burry his head under the t-shirt and sleep. You can make it a fluff or smut, your choice!

P.s. Really don't wanna burden you with this request. If you don't vibe with the idea or don't have time to write it. It's totally okay. Continue writing what you want. You are doing a great job at it 👍👍👍

The Comfort You Bring

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: not canon compliant, fluff, smut p in v, nipple play (fluff and smut), boobs alot to do with boobs, bucky seeking physical contact for comfort, he just loves your boobs, as he should. "boobs are great and comforting and hot but soft and i just want to grab them." - Bucky Barnes. (he has said this at some point)

A.N: hi lovely nonnie, thank you!! honestly this was so sweet and smutty to write and honestly that lil look in bucky's eyes is just *swoons*. also not a burden at all!!! please never think that way!!

Main Masterlist || frostironfudge's funfair masterlist

Neither of the two of you know when it started but it just came an obvious part of your routine. The first time you can remember is when you were laying on Bucky’s chest a book in your hand.

Attempting to read the book together, till Bucky deemed himself distracted and resorted to let his hands wander around your frame.

A small laugh escaped you as his hands shifted under your well his shirt, tracing soft patterns over your stomach and sides slowly inching upwards.

“No bra?” He murmurs, you nod still looking into your book, what was the paragraph you were on?

His thumbs trace along your breasts, creating an outline. Then circles drawn along your areola, your breathing shifts and so do you, his movements are soft but they don’t fail to have heat pooling in your stomach. Your fingers tighten around your book.

Bucky’s fingertips keep tracing over your breasts, then gently he takes one nipple between his thumb and index finger— rolling and tugging, you shift into him.

A whimper escaping your lips and the book dropped to the floor. Bucky chuckles, as you turn to straddle him.

“Eager?” He quirks a brow, helping you take the shirt off. His hands grab your breasts again, squeezing the flesh, his tongue circles your right nipple while his fingers roll the other.

You grind down against him, fingers running through his hair, tugging every so slightly when he switches between his mouth and fingers on either nipple.

“Need you inside me, Bucky.” You plead, its followed by the sounds of your panties ripping.

“Bucky.” You pull back to glare he gives you a cheeky grin, lowering his own sweatpants and he has you slide down on his cock.

He moans against your nipple as you clench around him. His lips move over the flesh, tongue darting out, lips sucking onto your skin. Marking you claiming you.

The coil tightens at his movements, your slow grinding onto his cock has you trembling he hasn’t touched your aching clit.

“So fucking gorgeous, fuck just look at these.” He murmurs, burying his head between them, his fingers continue to tug and twist at your nipples, you cry out, clenching around him harder.

“Fuck, can feel you all around me. Close aren’t you baby? Look at you, going to make a mess of my cock with just being touched. Fuck—,” His eyes widen, your head thrown back and your pussy squeezing him so fucking hard.

“So full, so good, Bucky—,” You babble, needy.

You moan his name and he can feel you gush around him trembling. The sight is so fucking hot and Bucky almost feels he himself might— all trains off thought fly out the window as in your haze you start moving, bouncing your tits moving and he takes one in his mouth again, one hand on your hip, setting your pace.

“Gonna cum for me again baby? Gonna milk my cock?” He whispers, groaning, he shifts, thrusting harsh into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, more.” You plead.

Bucky swirls his tongue around your nipple then the other, vibranium fingers circling your clit now.

You arch above him, thighs trembling as you fall apart, his thrusts get deeper then hips stutter as he cums inside of you, pressing kisses onto your chest as it rises and falls with each breath.

Bucky returned one day from a mission, too tired out of his mind and a pout on his lips. Sex was usually on the agenda to feel you to sort of ground himself. Today however you weren’t in the mood. You just wanted him close.

He needed you as well, respecting your choice he settled into your arms head resting against your chest.

Your heart beats and the rise and fall of your breathing synchronised with his own. He feels himself grow sleepy. Nuzzling further he feels your boob against his nose.

Your fingers are running through his hair, coaxing comfort and his stressors to release his body.

“Can I touch you?” He questions, “Don’t want to fuck just want to feel them, please?” His eyes are pleading, lips house a small pout.

“Yeah, you can, baby.” You murmur, the beaming sleepy smile on his face makes your heart warm.

Pushing your shirt up he marvel at your breasts, tongue running over his lips before he nuzzles into them. You giggle as his scruff tickles, your fingers return to run through his hair.

He presses kisses, seeking comfort in the warm. You turn slightly so he can rest better. Bucky finds comfort, falling asleep in your hold. A small whine whenever you’d try to shift or move.

You didn't have the heart to wake him, so you slept with him nuzzled against your boobs, the lines on his forehead not present and a calmness you’d seldom seen even during him sleeping at night.

The movie was good, funny and sort of maybe slow. You didn’t mind but Bucky was huffing like a small toddler who was bored.

You roll your eyes at him, he sticks his tongue out in retaliation.

“Immature.” You comment.

“You’re the one who knows what I want and a movie and laying in my lap is not what I want.” He whines again.

“You’re one minute away from stomping your foot.” You giggle as he pouts, crossing his arms and scoffing.

You begin shifting to lay down, opening your arms and instantly he lunges at you, a smile on his face face nuzzled into your boobs.

“Gonna eat you out after this.” He promises, shifting down and then his head gone under your shirt. He hums happily noticing the lack of bra.

He’d torn enough of them for you to get the message.

“That is if you don’t fall asleep.” You tease, “Bucky!” You push at him when he bites your nipple in retaliation.

“Was one time.” He huffs, pressing a kiss to your nipple in apology.

“Four to Six—Oh!” He bites the other nipple still offended.

“I’ll move.” You warn lightly smacking the back of his head.

He only kisses your boob in apology, sighing contently.

“Just so comfy.” He murmurs, you run your hand over his back that is not hidden under your shirt.

“Like pillows, soft and taste so good.” He kitten licks at your under boob area. Your hips shift legs tightening around him.

He smirks against your skin, “How is the movie?” He begins to suckle at your sternum.

What? Movie?

Your eyes flicker to the screen plot already forgotten. Then down to him through the neck of your shirt. Brown hair visible as he gives slow languid licks and scatters love bites.

“I—,”

“Let me take care of you.” He whispers.

“First you get your rest, baby.” You press a kiss to his head.

“Sure you won’t gimmie shit for falling asleep?” He teases,

“I won’t, go on take a nap.” You chortle, as he settles in comfortably, grabbing one as though its a stuffie.

“I love you.” He says, already hints of tiredness in his voice.

“Is that for me or the boobs?” You giggle, he huffs.

“All three of you.” He answers, you laugh again.

“My pussy feels left out.” You want to laugh as he moves from under the shirt to give you an exasperated look.

He slides further down the couch, eye level with your cunt.

“I love you.”

He comes up to kiss you, “I love you.”

He returns under the shirt, kiss both your boobs, resting comfortably, “I love you, I love you.”

You giggle, heartwarming at his sweetness, encircling your arms you let him nap as you try to find the plot and storyline of the movie but end up falling asleep as well, with Bucky content in your arms.

Bonus:

Bucky texts you this image after a few days:

permanent tags: @stevesmewmew @pandaxnienke

also tagging @elle14-blog1 because she was excited for this one

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🎟 mini movie theatre:

Bucky and Sam helping Steve to ask the girl he likes (who happens to be their very good friend too) on a date and Steve being a Himbo failing cutely 🥰

Post Its and Doodles

pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: fluff, steve being a himbo, bucky and sam having to use all their braincells, idk if what is in there qualifies for angst? because it isn’t really angst… steve is being really adorable

A/N: thank you so much for this request! i’m thoroughly enjoying writing the other requests you have sent in as well and they are really making the inner creative in me so happy, also a big thank you for participating and kicking off ‘frostironfudge’s funfair’!

Main Masterlist || frostironfudge's funfair masterlist

“You absolute punk.” Bucky’s teasing drawl reaches Steve, he wants to ignore it but it reaches him none the less.

“Buck.” Steve acknowledged returning to his boxing match with the punching bag.

“So how did it go?” Sam pipes up from behind Bucky.

They all know the answer, they both have shit eating grins. Steve groans.

Then mumbles incoherently.

“What was that? Oh you dropped her iced coffee on her? While having written your ‘asking her out message’ on the tissue that got condensation and caused it to slip out of your hand?” Sam cups his own ear to add emphasis to hear the mumble.

“Give him a break, Sam.” Bucky shakes his head and Steve gives him a thankful nod.

“He just slipped up in front of his crush.” Bucky adds and the two start laughing at Steves expense.

The man out of time huffs and begins to remove the wraps.

“I hate you both.” Steve adds grumpily.

“Would you hate us if we got you a second chance for asking Y/N out?” Sam wiggles his brows and Bucky rolls his eyes.

The way Steve’s head snaps up, it sure should have pulled a muscle.

Sam shakes his head chuckling.

“Look, there is a sale happening at her favourite bookstore, she asked us to come along but we’re gonna delay our arrival and you can go ahead.” Bucky explains taking a seat next to Steve.

“Okay, and when am I supposed to ask her out?” Steve questions and then the light bulb idea clicks in his head.

“Oh you don’t need our help for that Cap.” Sam grins wiggling his brows.

“Don’t mess up this time.” Bucky warns, “There is only so many times we can convince her.”

Steve’s chest deflates in the slightest, “I wont mess this up.” If he was assuring himself or Sam and Bucky he isn’t sure.

Three days later Steve Rogers gives you his beaming grin, despite his very discreet outfit of a baseball cap and a hoodie; you aren’t sure if he is fooling anyone.

“Hey smidge.” He greets a laugh rumbling in his chest when you roll your eyes at the nickname.

“Will you ever stop calling me that?” You raise a brow, shaking your head as he shrugs, taking a place beside you in the line.

“When I can no longer remember, your drunken hot chocolate making skills, I’ll stop.” He gives you a teasing grin.

When you pout up at him, all his confidence goes flying out the window at the sight of your soft lips.

“So um, what books do you, do you want to get?” He changes the topic the light in your eyes brightens and he swears he falls more in love with the colour of them.

“Oh um, a few classics and some newer ones, CoHo, sorry Colleen Hoover had book come out and everyone has been raving about it. Its supoosed to make you cry.” You grin, and Steve tilts his head.

“Books are nice, I like being wrapped up in people’s stories.” You defend sensing his skepticism.

“They are, I can understand why being lost in stories has an appeal, its an escape into a world.” His voice is thicker and you grab his hand giving it a squeeze.

Steve stumbles in the doorway when he notices you don’t let go of his hand, even as you enter. He follows you through the aisles, hand in hand.

Heart beating fast.

The place isn’t crowded but there is a rush, Steve resorts to watching you. The way your eyes scan the titles and then you get soft creases by your eyes when you love the description of the book.

The way your nose scrunches when you don’t like something about the book.

The way you smile as if seeing an old friend when you pick up a book that he deems is dear to your heart.

His favourite is when you open a book, read the last page and chuckle then close it.

You catch his staring, “What?” You question.

“Why do you read the last page?” He counters, chest warming at your smile.

“I like knowing the end, it is enjoyable to understand how it all falls into place to reach the end.” You shake you head and shrug, “Bit weird isn’t it?”

Steve shakes his head, “Not at all, back in the forties I used to open the book midway, read the two middle pages and then begin to read the book.”

Steve swears his heart commits your smile at his words into his memory.

As the pile of books you want grows, so does Steve’s trepidation of his way to ask you out.

He stumbles again when you stop suddenly colliding into your back,

“Oh my god.” You almost scream, then run towards the display.

Steve follows first with his gaze but his feet carry him to you. It is a Harry Potter book display arranged by the houses.

“Steve, oh my god, they have the books in my house colours.” You squeal, picking up your favourite of the series and admiring your house colours.

“It does look really pretty, you should get it.” The idea pops into his head then, this this is the book in which he’ll place the post it note with a drawing of two coffee cups—yours iced and his warm.

“I will and I’ll going to read it first. I love the comfort these brought.” You sigh contented holding the book to your chest.

“Why don’t I hold it?” He offers and you eye the pile of almost eight books he harbours already.

“I’m pretty sure I can hold nine books, smidge.” He winks and the way you blush makes him smile.

Maybe he does have potential not to mess up.

“You know,” you hand over the book, gazing into his sweet blue eyes that have your heart beat a little faster, “I’m glad, Bucky and Sam didn’t tag along.” your admission makes him beam.

“I’m happy too.” He admits sending your heart into overdrive.

You turn away looking at the display to stop him from observing the heat creeping over your skin.

“You aren’t buying anything?” You turn after calming yourself down.

“Oh yeah um already have,” He shrugs.

Your brows furrow, “What book did you get?”

“Oh um, I needed post its.” He mentally kicks himself.

“Post its?” Skepticism becomes your voice.

“Yes, to annotate.” He swallows thickly.

“You have no book to annotate, Steve.”

“I have my eye on one I’ll buy it once we have your pile complete.” He smiles at you.

“You can go to—,”

“No want to be with you.” The red tinge that graces his cheeks has you fawn over him, you clear your throat.

“Oh um, okay, well I’m done, I need to use the restroom so I’ll find you?” You offer he nods.

Get a grip on yourself Y/N. You mentally chant moving away from him.

“Okay.” Steve calls out and wonders if he spoke too much.

He heads to the one empty cashier and pays for all the books and his post its, by some miracle you still aren’t there, he stands sketching the two coffees and his message, then swiftly tucks in the note into your harry potter book, putting it first on your pile with just enough of the post it jutting outward.

“Hey,” your hand is on his shoulder and Steve turns, slightly on edge, “You alright?”

“Yes, um you took me by surprise.” Steve reasons, thumb tracing the edge of the post it.

You tilt your head not buying his fib.

“Oh, okay…” You still eye him with doubt and Steve holds up the books.

“Oh yeah, I’ll pay—,”

“Already done. Go on pick up your first read.” He prompts and you gape at him.

“Steve even on sale—,”

“Nope, no arguments just enjoy the books.”

“Steve this is—,”

“Y/N,”

“Excuse Me?” A tiny voice draws you both to look to the side and then down.

A twelve year old girl stands there and instinctively Steve and you kneel to speak to her.

“Hi.” You both say at the same time, she grins.

“Hi.” Then she takes a look at Steve, eyes widened.

Steve places his index finger against his lips, “I’m on a secret mission miss. Tell me how can we help?”

“Also what is your name?” You ask, smiling at her for being understanding.

The girl nods, “I’m Nadia. I um, you, you took the last book I wanted in my Hogwarts house colours. I um I wanted to ask if I could have it? I’ll pay you back incase you bought it.” She explains while fidgeting with the house pin on her dungarees.

“Aw sweetheart of course you can and no need to pay me at all.” You reach over to the books kept on the floor between Steve and your knees.

As you begin to hand over the book Steve stops you and your head whips towards him questioningly.

“Steve.” You chastise as he relents.

“I um, I need the book.” He reasons and Nadia gazes at him with doe eyes. He feels like a bully.

“Nadia—,” You pull the book out of his grasp, the post it not even seen by you.

Steve honestly wants to curse even though he hates cursing and there is a child present.

“Thank you.” Nadia says jumping in to hug you and then she shakes hands with Steve, trotting off.

“What was that?” You turn to him, crossing your arms.

“I, I don’t know.”

“Steve why are you acting so weird?”

“Its nothing I just, I don’t know? I’ll wait out for you, I just remembered I need to call Bucky.” Steve rushes out of the store, leaving you baffled.

Shaking your head you grab the books and you do miss the fact that the Harry Potter book is gone but Nadia is happier with it and you could just order it online.

Steve’s post its fall when you pick the pile up and you frown as to why they are opened and small indents are there meaning he used it.

You place the books on a counter close by, checking if you missed something or if he did buy a book.

There is a tug on your shirt.

“Nadia!” You grin.

“Hi, I think this is Captain’s I think thats why he hesitated…” she hands you the book back and you notice the post it.

Opening the book you smile seeing his sketched drawing and message. Retrieving the note you stick it inside your other book and hand the copy back to her.

“Thank you Nadia, you were really helpful and yes this is why Captain was hesitant.” You tell her and she only grins before clutching her book and running off.

You look out the window to spot Steve shaking his head and covering his eyes while on the phone. Heading to the art section you spot the familiar sketchbook he uses for his artwork.

Paying for your supplies, you admire your five minute handiwork of your own drawing. Heading outside to a sullen Steve,

“Sorry, I left you with these let me take them.” Before you can say anything he grabs them out of your hands, the sketchbook now at the bottom. He grabs your hand in his seeking comfort and you allow it rubbing small circles into the back of his hand.

“Nadia seemed happy.” you note, your pace slowing down as a coffee shop comes into view.

“Yeah, ahe did, I hope I didn’t cause her to not trust the goodness in people.” He shakes his head

“Steve, people look at you for inspiration to be good, I’m pretty sure she just thought you wanted to keep it for me.” You reason and then pause right outside the entrance.

He says your name to draw your attention, “Why don’t you see the pile of books and then come inside.”

Before he can protest or question you, you’re inside the chime of the bell breaking him out of the stupor as he looks down at the pile.

Swiftly he finds the familiar binding of the sketchbook, a small post it jutting out from it. Curiously he opens it and his heart soars.

‘words cannot espresso how much i want to go on a date with you.’

accompanied by your own two mugs of coffee drawn below the line.

Steve rushes into the coffee shop, smiling widely at you, grasping your hand as you both stand in line.

“Finally.” You giggle.

“Yeah, finally.” He laughs as well, bringing your hand to his lips to place a kiss over your knuckles.

“Almost blew it Nadia.” Sam shakes his head.

“Hey, you told me the line, Uncle Sam.” Nadia rolls her eyes. AJ and Cass snicker as does Bucky.

“I told you to show the post it note, right there and then.” Sam gives her a playful glare. The kids giggle and snicker again.

“I’m not babysitting any of you again, no matter how good your mother's brownies are and no matter if Sarah is my sister.” He then frowns at Bucky.

“So now you know how it feels dealing with you.” Bucky grins at him enjoying the way Sam gets annoyed.

“Where are my ten bucks?” Nadia pipes up from past her three layer sundae.

“Your what?” Sam raises a brow.

“Bucky told me you’d pay me for my stellar acting.”

“You did assure it.” Bucky adds.

“I said payments in sundaes.” Sam taps the table.

“Well a sundae is only 4.99 so I’d like two more.” Nadia grins and high fives AJ and Cass.

Sam shakes his head going back to the counter. Grinning at the text Steve sent.

‘She said yes for coffee! Thank you for the bookstore idea!’

permanent tags: @stevesmewmew @pandaxnienke

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Chris Evans Characters Masterlist

hello, I'm fudge and this is my Chris Evans Masterlist, anything and everything (mostly Steve, Andy and Ari) Chris Evans Characters is here. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Divider by @silkholland

Contains Smut **

One Shots

Steve Rogers

I Know Exactly Where This Leads [Submission for barnesafterglow 's all’s well writing challenge] **

Hide Your Lies (SoftDark!Mafia!Stucky AU)[submission for boxofbonesfic 's #Beastyoumadeofme22] **

Post Its and Doodles [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre]

I Cannot Bring Myself To Let You Go (Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers) [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Can't Remember to Forget You - Shakira ft. Rihanna]

Press Four For Poppet **

Keep My Secret - Stucky x Reader (Dark Fic)

I Need You To Listen **

Hide From Me **

Multi-Part Fics:

Stencils, Bouquets & Icing

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Andy Barber

Pretty Princess **

Marked With My Initial - (Incubus Andy Barber) **

You Bring Light Into My Life - (Andy x Desi!Fem Reader)

Ari Levinson

Over and Over **

You Said I Was Your Favourite **

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🎪 house of song

Need to know by Doja Cat + Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes (whoever you see fit )

We Got A Lot Of Time - Bucky Barnes

Summary: this is part of my funfair celebration under the 'house of song' category based upon the above song, smut themes, fluff themes, non canon compliant.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Siren!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.9k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst (quite a lot), oral m and f receiving, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, nicknames, canon level violence, 40s bucky, TWS, infinity war (minor mention of what occurred aka being dusted), smut a hell lot, end might seem rushed but this got away from me cause i was enjoying it, praise kink, if i missed anything please lmk

A.N: honestly elle thank you for this and the edits you sent and i think those edits inspired me to write this how i ended up writing it, thank you so much!!! i hope you enjoy it! Also i've taken liberties with the whole siren thing and switched up the mythology slightly since you know writers have creative liberties lol

Main Masterlist || frostironfudge's funfair masterlist

1940s

The war was still brewing, the 107th was recovered to a great extent. However, the soldiers deemed a celebration was warranted. So the cavalry lead by the capable hands of Junior Juniper stood outside a seemingly innocent music theatre.

Though, if one were to look at the way Steve Roger’s cheeks turned red and the other commando’s woos and cheers. James Barnes knew the theatre they entered would be anything but innocent.

The lights were soft, flickering sweet honeyed shadows upon the women who walked in clothing that carried a gleam.

Bucky knew places like these existed quietly, government rulings demanding they stay covert but alive for what was needed to be done. The music grew in octaves then settled into a tantalising tune.

From the booth, Dum Dum Dugan gave a wolf-whistle, Steve buried his head in his hands as you took the stage and Bucky? His lips parted as his eyes followed your every move.

You voice carried the song, highlighting your desire. Your eyes somehow found his and then never strayed. They way your hips moved, your hands upon your soft skin.

Bucky licked his lips wondering how your skin would feel against his, how your lips would taste? He deemed them sweet but also addicting the deep rouge upon them inviting but also a warning set in place.

There was no leaving from your grip, and he did not want to step even a foot out of line.

All too soon applause breaks him from his fantasy, you bow, your eyes on the Sergeant still, a shy smile sent to his way followed by a soft giggle when he returned your gesture with his own charming smile. Morita guffaws and they all raise their glasses to Bucky for celebrating catching the eye of the beauty that graced the stage.

The next performer comes on and Bucky’s eyes care scarce for her. When you do step into his peripheral, he finds your gaze, stepping away from his table he walks over to the bar, as you request for your drink.

“Her orders, for the night, all on me.” Bucky says, sliding the currency across the bar table as the barkeep nods.

“Careful, soldier, buying a girl like me a drink can bring trouble.” Your voice carried a playfulness, Bucky grins.

“Oh I believe you’re worth the trouble, Doll.” His grin only widens as he watches your smile morph into the shy one you gave him earlier.

One drink turns into two into three, his skin is redded, tinged by the amber liquids that run in his veins.

His conversation makes you laugh, he listens to what you have to say with genuine interest, adding little tidbits to let you know he understands and perceives your words.

He tells you about his enlistment, the partial capture, how sometimes he still has dreams.

Your hand finds his then, eyes not losing your respect for him. You tell him about nightmares that plague you as well.

He finds solace in you he discovers, as you lead him towards the back, hands inching higher and touches lingering longer.

Your hands explore his chest as he has you pressed against the backstage wall and him. You gaze up at him, Bucky strokes your cheek with his left hand a softness that feels foreign.

“I need to know, what your lips feel like, Doll.” He leans in, lips brushing against yours, “Got your voice in my head and heart like its a siren’s song.”

His hands move over your sides, your nipples harden as he hums watching with hungry eyes. He presses open mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck, your grip on his jacket lapels tightening.

He hums as the sweet taste of your skin, the warmth of your touch, the softness he knew you were made of, the blazing starlight he sees in your eyes.

“Kiss me, James.” Your voice needy as he nips at your breasts from above the scooped neckline of your dress.

“So gorgeous,” He praises tracing his way back, lips soft against yours and then he begins to grow dominant, taking control, searing himself against your lips.

“Decadent.” He whispers lifting your legs to wrap around his hips, you can feel his hard length. His tongue explores your mouth, your fingers tugging on his hair and soft moans slipping past your lips onto his, the first grinding of yourself has him moan deeply, he bites down on your bottom lip, tugging it as he ruts himself against you.

Losing himself, all that exists is you, you warmth, he needs to feel you, he wants to be wrapped up within you, wants you addicted to him as well, needy for him.

“Bucky—,” you gasp as his hips move in a way that has your clit beg for more. Your dress pushed up, he holds you up with one hand, the other moves away the flimsy material and his fingers find your aching, wet cunt.

“All for me, my siren?” He questions, voice a deep baritone and eyes with dark lust.

“Ye-yes, Sergeant.” You admit, head thrown back as he inserts a finger waiting for your answer.

“God.” He mutters his thumb circling your clit and two fingers knuckles deep inside you, you move against him, “Don’t want to let my fingers go is it? Want me filling you up my siren? Need me do you?” He teases and his fingers are at a relentless pace, your stomach tightening waiting for the coil to snap.

“Yes, yes, yes, oh god—,” Your moan swallowed by his kiss as you arch against him in his hold, your toes curling as you gush all over his fingers dazed and needing much, much more.

“Barnes!” A gruffer voice snaps and Bucky shields you with his frame.

“You better stay twenty feet away.” Bucky warns the man, who chuckles.

“We have to leave, some urgent intel Carter has discovered.”

“Give me five minutes.” Bucky says, waiting to set you down carefully only when his teammate is gone.

“I apologise for that—,”

“It’s—,”

“No, if they saw you on stage that is different, us here? That is different.” He strokes your cheek again and you give him a look he doesn’t understand.

“What?” He questions.

“You say that as if you do not want this to be something beyond a night’s conquest.” You admit, his jaw tightens.

“Because you aren’t a conquest, what we spoke about, what we just did? That is not, no. Do you want this to be just a conquest?” He wonders if he read it all wrong, the deep to light conversation, the way you were smitten, the way he was smitten.

The shy smile, god that smile.

“No.” You speak the truth, knowing the consequences.

“Then I will return for you, in a week, have a war to end my siren, sing for me when I return?” He requests, placing a kiss to your lips and forehead.

“I will.” You promise, a tinge in your heart hoped he would return. He could be your escape. Your saviour.

When Bucky leaves with a final wave to you, something in your stomach sinks into a pit.

Daniel stands behind you, “Did you tell him?” He questions.

“No, he called me a siren all on his own.” You turn to face him, your lips still feeling as though James was against them.

“When he returns then you can leave.” He puts a comforting hand around your shoulder as you both gaze upward to the window that has the curtain drawn to not let anyone see inside.

“If he returns, Daniel.” You say, going back into the rooms where all of you slept in bunks.

1960s

“Soldat, Welcome.”

“Ready to comply.”

The night was simple, he had to stay in the shadows, guard his handler. As the man guffawed and drank merrily at the strip tease establishment. Accompanied by another man, both surrounded by women.

The target was the other man.

Something gnawed at the Soldier’s chest as he took in the pale lighting and slightly worn upholstery. The booths were all arranged to face the stage, he stood to the side. Eyes trained on everything.

Then the music changed, a voice began to fill the crowd, the Soldat turns, leaving his work. His eyes move over you and his lips part under as the words echo with a memory distant in his mind. As though he had heard this song before.

His left hand forms a fist and the. He releases it, wills himself to look at his handler. Whose mouth is preoccupied and so is his company’s mouth, but the man has his eyes upon you.

It doesn’t sit right with the Soldat. The man watching you. He turns back to you as you move upon the chair, facing him. Your gaze widens but your song doesn’t falter.

You recognise him. How?

He wills himself to remember, to recall. The way you hide your gaze from him now. You have to know something.

You look back at the other man, who is watching you.

A flicker of your smile crosses the Soldat’s eyes. As if he craved it before, replayed it over and over in his mind as it was forced away from centre.

Your song ends and the silence kills the Soldat though applause is there, he craves your voice more. The target moves, to the right of the stage. Outside into a smaller alleyway. The Soldat looks at his handler who gives a nod.

He traces the path with ease, cataloguing the newer surrounding for any threats or compromising witnesses.

The man grabs your chin, you still smile, even though the Soldat notices the wince you hide.

“Be only knees for the night?” He has a sickening smile on his face, you nod, because you can’t say no, because you cannot escape.

Soldat grips his knife. He could make it quick and painful. He had to be neat. Something about you pushed him to eliminate this man quickly but make him hurt.

“Soldat? Come for a taste?” The man notices him and then you gaze upon his questioningly. He knows his memories are old, how old he doesn’t know but you look exactly the same as you did in his mind.

Did he meet you recently?

He wasn’t the man from before the name he didn’t remember.

The man he was made to forget in favour of the mindless machine he was now moulded into by Hydra.

You stay silent, he can hear your heart beat. Almost taste the rhythm against his lips as though he was witness to it.

His eyes move back to the target, he moves swiftly and in two quick swipes of his hand. The target’s voice is gone and he slumps to the floor.

You cover your mouth to not draw attention, your horrified gaze meets his own. His grip on the handle of the knife loosens slightly.

Don’t look at me in fear. Something begs from within him.

“Bucky what—,” You don’t flinch he stands right against you, chests meeting with every inhale.

“Who is Bucky?” His gruff voice says, as though he has not spoken.

“You… you’re Bucky.” You look between his eyes confused at his words.

“You came here, twenty years ago. You promised—,”

“You look the same way.” He interrupts.

“I know you.” He says again, hesitantly, sheathing his knife. His fingertips feel cold against your cheek, his gaze widens. This is something he has done before on instinct.

You gaze at the metal arm, then back at him.

“What have they done to you?” Your eyes brim with tears he wants to wipe away but he cannot.

“Will you come back?” You question as he turns away, to move to the body, to get rid of it.

“Bucky! Answer me!” You yell, voice cracking.

He turns, pressing you between the wall and himself.

“Do not say that you know me. Do not follow me.” He warns.

“Why?” You beg to know, beg to know who this ghost is wearing the mask of the man who held you with tenderness and respect twenty years ago.

“Siren,” The nickname familiar and foreign. Your tears spill.

“You remember?” Your hope ignites yet again.

He shakes his head, “Bits and pieces. He used to think of you a lot. Still does but, made to forget.”

As though a storm came upon the small candle that harboured your hope.

“Please come back.” You request, if it was futile you would never know unless he returned.

His blue eyes meet yours and a flicker of recognition almost registers, your sob quietly, closing your eyes.

Soldat moves with practiced ease and silence, when your eyes open it is as though he was never there to begin with, you move inside. The Soldat watches as he stand upon the building being construct next to the establishment.

The sharp rocks and bricks placed in line with his given knife wounds. He pushes the target’s body down from the floor onto the placed items.

Then he returns to base with newer memories of you, and a man in his mind screaming at him to seek you out again.

1970s or 1980s

Your eyes despite your mind begging them not to would scan the shadowy corners of the hall. Hoping to find a familiar blue.

Night after night, hope dwindled. No one else was enchanted by your voice as Bucky had been. Day after day it was either a drink sent your way or unwanted hands on you.

They never treated you with the gentleness as James had, they never called you siren, they never were close enough to breaking the stupid curse you were kept under.

Years and decades passed, even if James never came. You hoped he was alive at least.

At what cost was he kept alive though?

Your stomach churned at the thought of him injured or hurt. Your mind brought forth that night he was neither himself nor completely the man that carried him.

You know the clientele that came in were from various walks of life. You knew what they spoke about in louder voices with women and men dancing between them.

After James had left there were whispers of The Winter Soldier. Based upon the term Soldat. You drew your conclusions.

“You’re up next.” Daniel says, getting off the stage.

You nod, the opening notes of your song beginning to pick up.

You move on stage, over the chair. The light catching the glimmering stones in your outfit then hollers and cheers when you move.

It all is dull though, because you can’t find that shade of blue in the crowd.

1990s

Your establishment renovated around, attempting to keep up appearances. Which meant the songs you all sang for a chance at freedom were cut short.

The protests didn’t last long, Miss Harkness knew that for a taste of freedom, for mortality you all would stay.

Your eyes settled upon Daniel’s chair, empty. He had found the one who recognised him. Leaving you all for a happiness he deserved. With him some of your hope for Bucky left.

The others looked upon you with pity, how you were so close to freedom and that very freedom was squashed.

They wondered why you still sang your siren song. Why Miss Harkness only allowed you to sing it whole before you took to the newer music of the years.

It was the start of 1990s, when the Soldat was awoken for another mission. To be the one to further Hydra’s purpose.

The mission had been successful, the handler elated and wanting to celebrate. Wanting to reward the Soldat.

The Soldat’s skin felt oddly numb as he crossed the threshold of the establishment following behind his handler and his little entourage.

Why is it different?

Is she still here?

Questions came to his mind, he closed his eyes briefly. It had been years his siren should have gone.

Songs were played, women and men graced the stage. Soldat sat alone at a table near to his handler’s. Then a familiar tune played through the speakers.

You stood on stage, Soldat’s breath hitched. You hadn’t aged. Neither had he. Your eyes locked with his, your song only for him, only for his presence.

At the end of the song, you gave him your shy little smile. His heart twisted. Left hand twitching to brush over your skin.

He knew if he did anything they would try to take you away, so he stayed unmoving, stoic. Your smile died on your lips as you moved to perform the with the next unfamiliar melody.

Your body moving and the wolf whistles had him wanting to rip everyone limb from limb. A possessiveness taking over for you. A need to get you away from this mess.

You moved off stage then, sauntering across the tables, avoiding the touches that would reach out, teasing shift of your hips.

He almost thinks you’re moving toward him, his hands ache to remember, to touch your skin but you move to the table of his handler.

You let the man who sends him to ruin touch your waist, brush his blood soaked fingertips on your innocent skin. All the while looking at him, urging him to respond.

When he does nothing, you move, but not before brushing your hand delicately over his metal arm, while switching to the words of your song.

Your segment ends and you retreat back, the Soldat stands.

“Go on, you’ve earned your prize for the night.”

He glares at the handler, blank eyes harbour an anger that runs deep. You move to the bar table, distracting him from acting out, saving him from the chair for his insubordination.

He only moves towards you, his movements exactly the same, the currency being slid across the table, telling the bartender your orders are on him.

“Do you remember me?” Is the first question you ask.

“Bits and pieces.” He answers honestly.

“Are you safe?” You question and he wonders if the cold is safe, maybe it is given he doesn’t do horrific things.

“Sometimes.” He murmurs, his thumb brushes over your knuckles.

“Are you safe right now?” You ask, your eyes harbour a sadness he doesn’t comprehend.

“With you I am, my siren.” He says and more tears brim.

“Can you promise me something?” You stand, between his legs, his hands on your waist, yours rest on his thighs.

“What is it?” He wonders if you want him to do something unspeakable, he’d do it without guilt for you he realises.

“When you escape them, I know you will, when you do will you come save me?” Your hands move to cup his cheek.

He watches you, brows furrowed.

“I don’t know when I will be able to,” He leans into the touch of your hand.

“Whenever, just know I’m here, waiting.” You murmur, lips brushing against his chapped ones. The memory crashes onto him, as his tongue explores your mouth, flashes of you pinned to the wall, falling apart upon his fingers.

“You aren’t a conquest of the night.” He murmurs.

“Is that why you’re spending decades apart from me, Sergeant?” You stroke his cheek.

“I’m, I’m sorry.” He says, you find the flicker of him in his eyes.

“I’m sorry too.” You whisper, “I know my actions might bring you trouble.”

A part Soldat kept under wraps breaks free, “Oh I believe you’re worth the trouble, Doll.”

The way your eyes light up, he knows he has spoken something right. Something that he has said before, you lead him to the back.

He follows, your lips brush over his tired features, you place your lips over his calloused hands.

“Let me take care of you, Bucky.” You whisper, palming him through the fabric of his pants, his breath in soft pants.

He groans when your tongue circles around his tip, taking him in, fingers tangle in your hair as swear words fall from his lips.

He looks down at you, fingertips stroking your stretched out cheeks. You moan around him, giving control over to him.

He controls the pace of your head, fucking your mouth, lips parted eyes wanting to close and relish the feeling, but he can’t take his eyes off of you, not after he is able to remember so well, after he can recognise himself.

He feels his stomach tighten, as your tongue flattens and you suck harder, one final snap of his lips and you can feel his cum fill you up.

He watches as you swallow, licking his cock clean and when he gathers the cum that dribbled down your chin, you suck on his fingers, never leaving his eyes.

Bucky, shifts, tucking his cock back into his clothing and he cups your chin.

“Ah, Soldat, seeing you’re done. I’d like for her to remain on her knees for me.” The handler smirks looking down at you.

The red returns in his eyes, Soldat grabs your head, averting your line of vision as he kneels, making you press your head against his chest.

You only hear the slump of a body.

Bucky’s lips press to the side of your head, he grips your head when you try to look at his mess.

“No. Go run.”

“But—,” you protest.

“I will come back for you.” He promises.

He lets you go standing to block your view as you run off to the side to go backstage.

You hear the clamour of the entourage he came with, he grab him, you peek through the door, his hands tied back and head hung low. Unmoving.

Tears cloud your vision, and you slump to the floor.

Would freedom be yours and his to have and hold?

2016

The news with his face is plastered all over.

You fear for him as the images of the battle at the hangar are released to the press.

Rapidly changing consequences.

Agatha tuts, setting papers down in front of the remaining lot of ten.

“Business is going down.” She sighs, “I believe it is time to collect more of your kind.”

No one utters a word, she chuckles.

“You know, you sirens have such power, yet for one person your allure diminishes. So you have to use your body.” She huffs.

“I do set you free don’t I? When your person requests for you beyond these walls? Then why can you not be kind for my business for my establishment. I take horrible people to the ground and turn them to ash.” Her voice rises in octaves.

“We are leaving, for Madripoor, I foreseen great profits. En route you will help me take in more of your kind.” She announces then leaves. No one protests, every siren here knows her ability to absorb powers. The sigils she has kept in place. The consequence of escaping.

All eyes turn to you as you stare at the blurred picture of Bucky on the screen. Fighting next to Steve.

Maybe he didn’t remember the promise he made as Soldat.

For once you think you deserve the pity thrown your way.

2018

Bucky stands something feels wrong. His hand feels lighter and so does do his feet. He watches himself disappear an ashes replacing the hand that would stroke your cheek.

“Steve?” He looks up, Steve looks at him with panic.

Bucky feels himself fall forward but he doesn’t touch the ground. Its all weightless. Nothingness.

Are you safe?

You feel weightless, the chair never tips to the floor so that you may sit facing the back, you feel nothingness when you gaze at your hands.

Looking down there is dust coating the floor, frantic gazes surround and you watch Agatha with horror as she too seems perplexed by so many of the sirens and occupants turning to ash.

Is Bucky safe?

2024

James Barnes follows the path Zemo and Sam lead. He masks his face into his old persona. The establishment has bright lights glow. A haze covering the the minds of the people endlessly wrapped around each other.

Something about this place is a reminder. A place he had been too before. This however was not a placed tucked away, this was bright, front and centre.

Sam takes a drink and Bucky keeps a scowl etched on his face, watching Zemo. He owed it to the Dora Milaje. To deliver Zemo to them. To serve out his sentence.

A man doubts James as The Winter Soldier, he braces himself. Giving over to instinct. The man pressed against the bar counter, Zemo stops him.

A soft gasp draws his attention when he moves to free the man.

Bucky’s eyes meet yours, the warmth you had seen, felt decades ago harboured in his eyes.

He gives you a glance, you wonder if he remembers the promise. He wonders if you still need saving.

They need to move, you look back down at your drink, his breath falters in the slightest. It was his old drink order many of which he consumed with you the night you met.

When he steps away, tearing himself from your presence. You realise he isn’t here for you. You drown your sorrow in drinks before you’re called upon stage.

The last moment you request the song to be skipped. The remaining sirens gape at you, you’ve never skipped the song.

The notes of the more recent music open the floor. You move with practiced ease and precise movements, the crowd is enamoured and enraptured with you.

Even as hell begins to break lose you, don’t stop. Agatha would take care of the trouble. You couldn’t stop.

Bucky rushes past the stage, stopping at Sam collides into him.

“Move man!” Sam yells, as more shots are fired but you seem unaffected, your eyes stay on Bucky.

You move through the crowd, walking towards him.

“I know her.” He says, Sam shakes his head.

“We don’t have—,” Sam ducks them as bullets fly.

Your step falters in worry, Bucky shifts quick, to grab onto you, tucking you into his side.

“You need saving?” He questions.

“What is it to you?” You sneer, stinging tears threatening to spill.

Bucky moves you through the onslaught of bullets.

“I made a promise.” He says, Sam pushes him behind the wall and moves to the other side. Bucky is pressed against you.

He shifts out, to fire bullets. Then returns to guard you.

“Bucky, quick.” Sam warns, leaving his cover to shoot.

Bucky strokes your cheek, you lean into his touch. The silver replaced by black and gold.

“Come along with me, my siren.” He murmurs, you exhale a sob leaving you as you rest your head against his chest.

Bucky holds you with one arm, shifting out to shoot again.

Zemo yells from outside, sitting in a car with Sharon.

Bucky pulls you close and leads you out. You want to sob again as more distance increases between you and the House of Harkness.

That moved city to city, country to country for decades in pursuit of power and magic.

Agatha watches from the window as you leave, a less than pleased smile on her face.

You sit wearing Bucky’s clothes, on the bed of his room. He sits on the chair away from you. Silence surrounds the two of you.

He told you about being cryogenically frozen, you know he had questions on the tip of his tongue.

He had seen you inconsistently from the 1940s so it was a given he wondered how you had survived.

You draw a deep breath, his eyes snap up to you.

“The woman who runs the place, not not the one who was killed. Agatha… she is a, well sorceress or witch, powerful and lethal. She took several of us from the isle in which we resided. Sirens, beckoning lost travellers, taking what we needed from them, if they were as dark a soul they would never return. However we have one song, reserved for well, someone who is supposed to be a match. That song doesn’t take the person to ruin, it brings them to us.” You can still hear the screams of your family as they disagreed with Agatha.

“When I called you my siren…” Bucky trails off,

You nod, “At first I thought, you couldn’t possibly know. Then you said all those things, it felt as if you would ask me to go with you.”

Bucky walks towards you, kneeling in front of you, “I almost did, but I’m glad in a way I didn’t, I was gone by the end of the week, almost dead. When I met you next, I wasn’t me, sometimes I could reach the surface but it was as if I was trying to speak to you from underwater.”

“Your eyes, they told me whether you were him or yourself. He was gentle too. I think that was because you broke free at that time. Did they hurt you after what you did?” You question already knowing the answer as his grip on your hands tightens ever so slightly.

“They did. There are enough horrors following me, Doll.” He strokes your cheek, “I’m sorry I didn’t return after that week.”

You shake your head, “You don’t need to apologise, James.”

You move closer, his hands trail up your thighs, wrap around your waist as your lips connect. A soft moan escapes his throat, your lips taste as he remembers, even more decadent if possible.

Your hands move over his shoulders, fingers brushing over the shorter hair. His lips warm, inviting. You bite down on his bottom lip.

Bucky groans, shifting the tow of you so he’s above you as you lay back on the bed. Your leg encircles his hip. He grinds down against you. Your soft whimpers against his jaw, have him repeating his movements.

“Need to feel you, my siren.” His voice gruff, deep washing over your skin.

“Need you too, James, so badly.” You admit, nipples hardening as he bites over them through the T shirt.

Clothing comes off, discarded haphazardly across the floor. His blue eyes laced with lust and adoration as he looks from you to your glistening cunt, his thumb brushes along your folds and your back arches needing more.

“James.” You plead, stomach tightening at the circles being rubbed on your clit.

“I know, baby, I know. Going to fill you up soon, need my cock don’t you? Want to feel yourself being stretched out right?” He hums, pleased as you clench around his fingers as he speaks.

“Eyes on me.” He commands and you look at him, then at his cock as it slides over your folds, against your clit, gathering your arousal as he eases in, he grabs your jaw making you look at him.

Both of you moan as he bottoms out inside you,

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, so perfect, made for me. All for me.” He whispers, placing kisses over your skin, groaning as you clench around him.

“Move, please—,” You moan as his next thrust as him fill you up again.

Bucky moves, with each snap of his hips you feel yourself fall apart further and further, the stretch burns so well, bringing tears to your eyes, babbles of his name and please of more move past your lips.

He props himself up on one hand, hissing as your nails dig into his flesh. His left hand runs circles around your clit the metal fingers cold against your aching, warm clit.

The coil in your stomach snaps, you coat his cock with yourself, clenching arounf him sporadically as he continues to fuck you chasing his own release.

“Fill me up, Bucky, please, so good to me, feel you everywhere, please, please.” You grasp at his jaw, lips on his as he shudders, finding his release and filling you to the brim, continue to move till he’s had his fill.

His thumb begins to move again on your clit and you try to move away, too sensitive. His movements are quick, he knows you won’t last long.

“Come on my siren, give me another one, need you to mark my cock as yours.” He whispers and you fall apart, your cunt gripping his cock, Bucky’s moans melting onto your flesh as you come down from your orgasm, panting.

He rests his forehead against yours, shifting himself, you whine when his cock leaves your cunt.

“I know, I know, didn’t want to leave your pussy either.” He presses kisses to your temple and neck.

“So good to me.” He praises, admiring the shy smile that takes over your features.

He pulls you close to him, limbs tangled and bodies flush together.

The silence is peaceful, you shift closer seeking more of his warmth and presence.

A question gnaws at Bucky’s heart a slight possessiveness over the particular song he always heard whenever he saw you.

“Why didn’t you sing your song? And what was the song you were singing?” He questions and you catch the slight irritation in his tone.

“Well, I was sort of angry that you weren’t there for me even after the promise.” You admit, not meeting his gaze.

“I can understand that.” His fingers trail over your back, absentmindedly you sigh in content.

“The other song was Need To Know by Doja Cat.” You giggle, Bucky’s chest rumbles.

“Some of the words were….” He trails off slightly embarrassed. You look up and he has the sweetest blush on his cheeks.

You clear your throat, reaching up to whisper in his ear,

“Tell me what's your kink, gimme the dick

Spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me,”

He shifts, breathing increasing in rate. You tug on his earlobe a low moan drawn from him.

“Uh, wait, I can take it—ah!”

Bucky’s fingers grab onto the flesh of your hips squeezing hard.

Suddenly you’re straddling him, the sheets fall around you and Bucky is smirking,

“Are my eyes telling you to come ride me?”

A breathy laugh leaves you, but you know he can feel you getting wet with the way he’s looking up at you, wanton with need and his length is hardening you can feel it.

“Because I do want you to ride my face, while you sing our song, my siren.” He makes you sit up, sliding down till your pussy is right above his lips.

His eyes a thin rim of blue, “Go on.” He encourages you moan as he sucks on your clit.

“We’ve got a lot of time.” He smirks, stubble brushing over your folds.

Your fingers tangle in his hair. You begin to sing the song that drew him to you, his tongue delves into you, your moans mixing in with the song whenever the whimpers and moans get more than the song he stops much to your dismay.

Then once you begin the song again he starts his movements.

“Could stay buried in you all day, my siren.” A kiss right to your clit, your thighs shaking as you want to plead.

The song’s final lines coming up and with each word his tongue runs a circle over your clit on the last five words he spells his name letter by letter onto your clit.

The last word of your siren song breaks off into a deep moan, as your grind down onto his mouth, body shaking with your orgasm, he doesn’t stop licking every last drop of your arousal. Your shaking does not cease even as he cradles you against him the ache between your legs so good you want more.

“So fucking delicious, could eat you out for days, Doll.” He whispers, running soothing fingers over your form.

When you find your way to your voice again, your shy smile returns, Bucky strokes your cheek.

“Could we do that again?” You request.

“As many times as you want.” He promises.

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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🎟 mini movie theatre

Bucky being grumpy coz it’s been 3 days since he has eaten you out coz you get so excited and turned on and skips foreplay.but now he’s had enough🫣😂

A Taste Of You

Summary: this is part of my funfair celebration under the 'mini movie theatre' category and well making bucky wait is the absolute worse you can do to him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: bucky barnes, filth, smut, oral fem receiving, praise kink, clothes being ripped, dom sub kinda dynamic?, dom bucky, feral bucky, just bucky is a warning.

A.N: ma'am you're making me sin and simp for this man too much. i absolutely love it.

Main Masterlist || frostironfudge's funfair masterlist

Bucky huffs at your message, annoyance radiates through him.

Your flight was delayed, which meant it would be pushing to the three day mark.

Three days without holding you.

Three days without hearing your laugh in the same room as him.

Three days without your kisses.

Three days without his head being buried between your thighs.

That last thought had him ebbing towards annoyance. He licks his lips and before his actual brain can catch up, his not-so-little brain is typing out the message and sending it.

Bucky: Get all the rest you need on the flight and at the layover, you won’t be able to get out of bed once you’re here.

When his actual brain reads the message again, it agrees. You made him like this, addicted to you. Addicted to your heart, mind, lips, body, the way he felt every shiver when his hands would trace upon your skin.

The way your heart would beat erratically as he guided your hips over his own when you would straddle him.

Your soft needy, whimpers when he would taste you, tongue buried deep, devouring at your entrance, sucking on your clit.

Just the remembrance of you under him had him hard and his tongue moving over his lips as though to collect the remnants of your orgasm, just a taste more before he would devour you again, then sheath himself in your warmth.

Moaning your name, praising you for taking every bit of him. Praising you for being so good. Watching your skin flush and wetness grow at his words. Whispering the filth that would not end until you came for him undone with the softest of caresses.

He thinks back to the night before your flight, he was eager to have the taste of you upon his tongue. Allowing him to carry you through his days without you. However, to his delight and disdain you wanted him to stretch you apart. Fuck you, fill you up.

Who was Bucky to deny your mewls and pleas?

He remembers how your skin tasted, a mix of sweat, your lotion’s fragrance lingering lightly, your scent, your arousal, him all mixed into this hedonistic combination. He stayed buried in the sheets after he dropped you to the airport.

His cock sends a painful burn through him, he knew thinking of you in this way was painful. Because the only respite for you came from you. He would be damned if he let you have your way tonight.

He smirks at your reply, a teasing image of you wearing lingerie you purchased while on the trip, no doubt your best friends pushed you for it, he’s grateful. The colour of the lace against your skin, the way the material hugged your form, Bucky wanted to rip it off but also leave it on.

He responds with his predicament, you laugh reading the message.

You: I can offer the solution when I land.

Bucky: tease.

You: as if you aren’t.

Bucky: oh sweetheart, you’re in for a treat tonight.

Bucky stands back from the crowd at the arrival gate, even at one in the morning there was no shortage, he spots you as you search for him in the scarcer occupied areas. Your gaze meets his and the smile that graces your face warms his heart.

He begins to move towards you and you to him. Almost like magnets approaching. Your luggage trolley half abandoned and you bound the last few steps to him, Bucky lifts you up, your legs wrap around him and his forehead rests against your own.

“I missed you.” He confesses, his words breathless because his chest stops aching, because you’re back in his arms, back to him.

“I missed you too.” You whisper against his lips your own voice uneven, your lips meet his own.

You can feel the slightly raised portion from where he probably gnawed at it nervously, he hisses into your mouth as you tug upon the very portion. Bucky’s hand moves along your back drawing you closer as his tongue moves against yours, he allows you to part from him to breathe.

“I have two.” You murmur, his brows furrow, then his blue eyes sparkle, as his pupils widen at the prospect.

“Good, because I have decided to rip it off of you.” He promises, setting you down to walk back to the car.

Bucky sits on the bed, clad only in his boxers, he could hear you putting on the lace in the bathroom. He had half a mind to barge in and rip it off. He decided to keep his patience for a while more.

He could almost taste his reward.

When you step out, your gaze on the floor and then towards him. His lips part as his eyes map out every inch of you.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He breathes, sitting up, you move to the bed, straddling him. A low moan as your cunt sits right upon his hardened cock.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous. All mine.” His hands move from your hips to your breasts, your nipples hardened against the fabric as he explores your skin.

Bucky’s vibranium fingers move around the hem of the fabric, teasing your nipples with the slightest of touches. You arch your back, grinding down as the tendrils of pleasure deep into you from your clit.

“Can feel you soaking my cock right through this fabric, pretty girl.” He whispers, rolling your left nipple and his lips trace over your neck. You preen.

“So wet for me? Did you think about my cock while you were gone? About my tongue?” He lowers the lace, your head thrown back as he takes one nipple into his mouth. He lets go and blows upon it, you grind down harder against him.

He takes your other nipple into his mouth, biting down upon it, your hands have a mind of their own moving towards his waistband to free his cock.

“Bucky—,” Your eyes widen when he grabs your hands, turning so you’re under him.

“I thought today, today she will be patient.” He shakes his head, your brows furrow.

“I thought—,”

“I only want moans coming out of that mouth.” He instructs, then your hear the fabric of the panties tear, cold air against your aching core has you shiver, Bucky pushes you down as he moves between your thighs.

“Buck—,” Your plea to him is cut off as his tongue moves over your folds and he moans at your taste.

“So fucking pretty, all for me.” He praises, lips latching onto your clit, he sucks upon it, sending jolts through you.

Your thighs clench and he only hums in pleasure as you moan his name wanton with need for more.

His index finger traces over your entrance, slowly sinking in, you clench around his finger.

“So eager.” A second finger added, you clench your thighs again, as a warning for his fingers to not retreat out.

But Bucky smirks, as you clench around nothing, your eyes find his glistening fingers as he sucks upon them.

“Going to eat you out so good.” His fingers pump in and out at a slow pace, the way his teeth slightly tug on your clit you cry out, fingers finding his hair.

Pulling him closer and pushing him away when his stimulus is too much.

Bucky takes his sweet time, increasing and decreasing his pace as he pleases, he loves the way your thighs clench and you try to close them when his movements become too much.

He keeps edging you, smirking when you become a mess of his moans and letting him know how close you are, tears spring to your eyes as three of his fingers are inside you, they fill you up. You meet the thrusts with movements of your hips.

His tongue languid, leisurely sending sparks of pleasure to your clit. His vibranium thumb circles around your clit, your slick drips down to his palm. The cold mixed with the heat building in your abdomen.

“Bucky please, please—,” you beg, his movements pick up pace and you shake as your orgasm finally crashes into you. Bliss carrying you and the aftershocks aggravated by his continued circles on your clit.

You tug on his hair, waiting to taste yourself on his lips, he always enjoyed showing you how much he relished devouring you.

His fingers pause inside you as he meets your lips. You moan into his mouth.

He begins to move his fingers again, you part away from his lips as they attach to your neck, sucking on the spot the draws the prettiest moans from you.

“Bucky, please, need you.” You beg, your hand wrapping around his bicep.

“Oh no sweetheart, it has been more than four days since I have tasted you. I’m absolutely hungry, and you’re the most decadent treat for me. So go on spread those pretty legs, tangle those sweet fingers in my hair. You aren’t going anywhere till I’m full. Then maybe, maybe I will fill you up too.” He places a soft kiss to your jaw, parting your thighs again.

His eyes are only a thin ring of blue as he admires your arousal only increasing for him.

“See, she wants me to have my full.” He smirks, your clit pulses in anticipation.

His lips wrap around your clit, his fingers brush over the spot that he knows like the back of his own hand.

“Moan for me sweetheart, need to hear you fall apart for me.” He hums in delight as his fingers circle over the spot inside you, your moans reach his ears.

He smirks against you clit, yeah he was definitely rewarded for his patience.

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