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Part 8 (Plus other parts that were gonna come after b/c why not): Initiation Complete

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader, Bucky x Fem!Reader

Words: 1982

A/N: Damn I have not posted for this in a whiiiiiile. BUT I wrote this already, so I'll post it for now :) Thanks for your patience! Sorry, it's been super hectic.

NSFW. References to alcohol, adult situations, language. Please let me know your thoughts :) reblogs are appreciated! Please tag me if you use my art! I do not own Marvel etc etc

Part 7

What the fuck was that? You carefully pull the tape off your mouth and lean against the wall, steadying yourself. Wow, I drank a lot… How the fuck did he know I love port wine? Did he also know how wine drunk makes me feel?...

You steady yourself and make your way to the bathroom. Locking the door behind you, you look into the mirror at yourself. Your face is slightly blushed from the alcohol, the pony tail Bucky put your hair into slightly disheveled, his clothes falling over your form. It suddenly dawns on you that you haven’t broke the seal all night. Though the thought of you using the bathroom in Bucky’s clothes crosses your mind, it’s suddenly replaced with a goofy smile. You’re clearly a bit more than ‘buzzed.’ I wonder if Bucky got a good look at himself in my clothes. You laugh to yourself, readjusting your hair and clothes in the mirror. Though an interesting series of events have folded out in front of you that night...the alcohol was taking over, making it rather hard to keep a train of thought.

Drunk y/n was normally goofy and outspoken. But mix wine drunk into the that...and you also felt sexy as hell. You admitted to yourself rather quickly that you enjoyed wearing Bucky’s clothes and although the two of you didn’t do anything in particular, it still felt... dubious. In the background you could hear Kendrick Lamar and SZA’s All The Stars playing. While humming a little, you take your hair out, allowing it to fall to your shoulders and use the hair band to tie Bucky’s shirt into a croptop that slightly showed off your midrift. It was a subtle change but definitely made you look like you came to party and not crash out on the couch like you assumed Clint and Bruce were overdue for.

What the fuck even is this night? You decide back and forth between untying his shirt or going with it. Not wanting to take 20 minutes in the bathroom, you decide to just go with it. Suddenly scenes from the night flash through your mind and you quickly cool your face with water, calming yourself down. Well. Hopefully everyone else gets too shit-faced to remember?

You walk out of the bathroom, realizing that you’re free from being the bride for the night. Initiation complete. You start singing to yourself, “This might be the night that my dreams might let me know—”

“All the stars are closerrrr.” You turn down the hall and see the whole team dancing and singing their hearts out. Apparently the rest of the team had partaken in Asgaurdian liquor as well. Tony’s climbed up onto a table and has brought along and pulled Pepper up to join him. It looks like a nightclub; Tony must have told Jarvis to adjust the atmosphere for dancing. Phase shit-faced complete.

“Jarvis,” you speak outloud.

“Yes, miss y/n?”

“Queue Sweet Caroline.”

In about 15 seconds you hear the beginning of the song as you walk towards the group.

“Is this Sweet Caroline!?” You see Bruce jumping up and down. “Y/n! Y/N! There you are! It’s Sweet Caroline!!”

Him and Peter pull you forward into the group, so happy drunk that you couldn’t be upset by how off note they’re singing. Joining along, you momentarily forgetting everything around you except for your new friends and the music.

You feel a firm hand grab your waist pull you into the air, “Sweeet lady y/n!!” Thor booms.

“Ba ba baaaaaa,” Clint and Bruce add along.

Pepper and Tony continue, “Good times never seemed so goood!”

Thor places you on his shoulders, spinning the two of you around.

“I’ve been incliiiined,” Sam sings out, patting Steve on the shoulder.

“To believe they never woulllld, but now I,” Steve sings along, grabbing Sam’s shoulder as well.

It’s a cute scene, seeing Wanda and Vision singing with Nat. Peter singing along with Clint and Bruce. Sam and Steve drunkenly holding each other. Tony and Pepper obviously in love. Wait, where’s— Suddenly you feel an exchange of who’s holding you and suddenly you’re in Bucky’s arms, bridal style.

You hear a low but soothing voice sing to you, “And when I hurt… Hurtin’ runs off my shoulders. How can I hurt when I’m holdin’ you?” With the last line, Bucky’s looking deep into your eyes, a shy smile dancing on his lips. You sing along, Bucky dipping you slightly as you both sing, “Touchin’ me, touchin’ youuuuuuuu.” You can’t help but giggle, the emotions of the night coming out in your grin.

Eventually Bucky puts you down, the two of you exchanging a longing look as the song finishes. Parched, you make your way to grab some water.

“Have a fun time, princess?”

You’re slightly startled, not expecting Loki to be behind you. “Oh. Loki, there you are.”

“Oh? Here I am...did you need something?”

Taking a sip of the refreshing liquid you scoff, “No, I just noticed you were the only one not dancing with everyone.”

“You noticed? You were looking for me?”

“No I just. I mean I guess I was. You kind of just stormed off.” There’s a pause and Loki doesn’t say anything. “Anyway, it’s not that I care, I was just wondering why you weren’t dancing.”

“Perhaps I’d prefer to dance with you in the private, y/n.” You roll your eyes, finishing your drink. “Quite a feisty one aren’t you… I love what you’ve done with Barnes’ shirt by the way.” You instinctively begin to cover yourself, your face feeling warm. “Oh no need to be shy, princess. I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of each other.”

And with that, Loki winked at you and left for the night to sleep.

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A Quick Change

After Loki retired to his room, the rest of the team started to slowly mellow out. Going from party atmosphere to after-party and resulting in pizza being ordered. You all decided to move the couches closer together and quickly went to shower and change into comfortable pajamas while waiting for the pizza to arrive.

You waltzed to your room feeling relaxed and giddy from the liquor. Grabbing a pair of soft shorts and a just as soft tank top, you made your way to your bathroom. Taking off your makeup, you realized you had a goofy euphoric look on your face—the type of look only consuming alcohol could bring about. Fortunately you stopped drinking at a good place, and were in a delightful state.

Sliding off Bucky’s clothes, you felt butterflies in your stomach. Your hand held the collar of his shirt, bringing it up to your face as you inhaled his scent. It was faint but there, and he smelled so fucking good.

“Bucky…” You whimpered his name as your other hand slowly reached down to your already wet core, touching yourself through his sweatpants. It was so wrong, but the taboo act only made you wetter. Your finger desperately drew circles, quicker, intently, until you felt your stomach tighten and finally release. A wave of ecstasy washing over you, mixing with your drunken state.

Willing the remaining energy in you, you folded his clothes and placed them on the counter before hopping into the shower.

The water felt nice and refreshing after the eventful night. The coolness kissing your skin and the scent of your soap filling the air with a delightful aroma. Exiting the shower, you wrapped yourself in a large towel that enveloped your body.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes, miss y/n?”

“Could you help me with my hair please?”

And with that, you felt air blowing around your head at just the perfect angles, resulting in your hair remaining dry but not frizzed. Jarvis really knew how to do it all.

Finishing up getting ready, you did a quick skin care routine and changed into your pajamas. Leaving the bathroom, you looked yourself over in your floor length mirror, liking the outfit you selected. A small knock on the door caught your attention.

“Who is i—” your breath hitched as you opened the door and saw Bucky standing in the doorframe, a towel wrapped just above his… Your eyes quickly snapped back up.

“Hey, y/n,” his eyes grazing over your body. “Do you think I could grab my clothes? I’m just gonna rewear them. I hope you don’t mind, I’m just gonna wash yours before I return them. Bruce and Clint were messing around and …”

You couldn’t continue listening to what the super soldier before you was saying. Panic started to grow in you and all you could think about was the private act you had just conducted in Bucky’s clothes.

“Oh, um, I should probably wash them too then, James! You know, since we were dancing and sweating and what-not.” You tried desperately to convince him that he should let you wash them.

“Tony had the AC pretty high—I could tell in your short ass skirt and all,” he chuckled. “It’s no biggie, even if you did sweat a little, I’m doing laundry tomorrow so I don’t really have any other clothes to wear.”

Fuck.

“Oh! Um. Well, then maybe you could borrow some of mine? I should have some sweatpants around here somew—” Bucky slowly started walking towards you. Your heart started to race and you forced your eyes not to skim over his half naked body.

“Nonsense, y/n. It’s fine, don’t even worry about it.” Looking around he saw his clothes on the counter, as the bathroom door was open. He quickly grabbed them and turned back to you. “I don’t get what the big deal w—.” Suddenly Bucky stopped talking. His eyes glancing down at his clothes in his hands, his nostrils flaring slightly.

You bit your lip, frozen in place. Bucky’s eyes slowly drifted up to yours as he closed the space between the two of you. He brought his face close to yours, closing his eyes and deeply taking in your scent.

“Y/n…” Fuck, the way he said your name—there was a sort of primal undertone in his voice. “You smell divine,” he growled out. His strong metal hand gently wrapped around your neck, forcing you to look into his eyes as he pulled his face away. “But why were you so nervous to return my clothes to me?” He teased you.

Your eyes grew wide, unable to come up with an answer. “I—um..”

Bucky smirked at your flustered face, “Aw look at you. Can’t even get a word out. What, are you embarrassed?” His metal fingers began tracing along your neck, goosebumps appearing on your skin.

You could feel your heart quickening as his eyes bore into you. He slowly pulled away, slowly bringing his shirt to his face and inhaling your lingering scent. He pulled it over his shoulders, the material hugging his slightly wet muscles. As he reached his hand to his towel to put on his sweats, your eyes quickly looked away. Bucky chuckled at this and told you that you could look. You quickly glanced and saw that he had been wearing a pair of boxers underneath his towel the whole time. Sliding his legs in, you began to wonder how watching a man get dressed could be so erotic.

“What? You seemed so bold earlier...don’t tell me your liquid courage has rubbed off,” Bucky leaned in and traced his lips along your neck, just barely touching your skin. You attempt to hold in a whimper and are unsuccessful. “Don’t worry, y/n...I won’t do anything unless you ask me. By the time I have you, you’ll be begging for me to touch you.”

Bucky pulls back and turns to join the others who have already finished their showers and have began gathering in the living room.

Part 9

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