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Pairing: Bucky x f!reader, White Wolf x f!reader Word Count: 4k Summary: You meet Bucky while you’re in Wakanda and you just can’t resist his wolfish charms! Warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, role-play, oral sex, fingering, biting (mild) Author’s note: This is a gift for @samodivaa, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

You had seen him long before you ever spoke with him. He worked the Alkama Fields on the borders of Wakanda, long strands of brown hair strewn across his face, a small sash tied across his muscular chest. The children called him White Wolf, at least that is what you had overheard. Initially, the adults didn’t speak much about him, preferring to hush you with dismissive gestures.

Your multiple doctorates in anthropology and linguistics had made you one of the top choices to visit the advanced society that had been kept so carefully hidden for so long. King T’Challa had allowed you to visit his kingdom where you would spend a year learning about their culture, languages and history. As soon as you had settled into the guest living quarters you’d been offered, you had gone shopping, wanting to fully immerse yourself into the Wakandan lifestyle and fashion.

It hadn’t taken too long before you had been fully accepted into their society, your cheery demeanor and your willingness to be of assistance to anyone you saw granted you access to places where others may have been shunned as an outsider.

The Dora Milaje had immediately fascinated you, the all-female special forces for Wakanda. They had kindly allowed you to observe their training and you had befriended a few members of the elite squad, including Ayo, Yama and Nomble. It was through them that you learned more about Bucky Barnes. It was only after you heard his name that the memories of the Winter Soldier swam to the forefront of your mind. 

The only reason you had met him was because Ayo had suggested you learn one of the native languages by attending one of the rural schools. You had entered sheepishly and been introduced to the class, who had responded with smiles and waves. It was only when you were directed to a seat in the back that you noticed the supersoldier hunched over and squeezed into a desk in the corner.

He watched your hips swish slightly as you weaved your way between the little bodies dispersed throughout the room. You were wearing your favorite red dress and soon enough it became Bucky’s.

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[shield-agent78]

screaming in a haunted corn maze

pairing: scare actor!steve rogers x female reader

summary: your friends dragged you into a haunted corn maze attraction when you'd rather be pumpkin picking, and when you got lost, a handsome man in scary makeup and a mask helped you find your way out—and you found a deeper connection with him.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, protected sex, dirty talk, consensual kink, daddy kink, praise kink, little bit of degradation, slight dumbification, light BDSM, little bit of spanking, edging/denial, slight orgasm control, fingering (f receiving), masturbation (both m and f), finger sucking, pet names (baby cakes, baby girl, baby), aftercare

word count: 11.1k

a/n: ok! here's my second halloween fic for this year! someone said they wanted more haunted house fics after all the apple cider and no more haunted houses and i decided i wanted to do something where reader gets with a scare actor, but i also wanted to write a fic with farmer steve, so this is kind of a mixture of those two ideas. (also, for those wondering, this is the mask steve wears in this fic.) anyway, please enjoy some more spooky, smutty fun!!!

The October night was still and quiet, but for the distant sound of screams. Rows and rows of cornstalks towered above the heads of you and your friends as you tiptoed down the dirt path, your bodies huddled together tightly, clammy palms and desperate fingers clinging to one another. When the three of you turned a corner, an axe murderer lept into the way, hollering at the top of his lungs.

A scream tore free from your mouth, so loud it sounded like it was coming from the depths of your soul. In fact, it was so piercing, even the axe murderer looked startled and he stumbled back a step, a dumbfounded look on his face. 

You covered your mouth with both hands, embarrassment flooding through you and sweeping away the momentary fear that had clutched at your heart. You felt guilty as you took in the man’s reaction, grimacing a little in apology. As your friends led you around him to continue down the path, the axe murderer’s expression shifted to one of appreciation as he let you go by, which made you feel slightly better about nearly bursting his eardrums.

“Good god!” Yelena Belova hissed from the other side of Natasha Romanoff, the three of you walking side by side on the path of the corn maze. Yelena looked around her sister to shoot you a glare, making a show of rubbing her ears. “Warn a girl before you scream your head off!” 

“Sorry,” you mumbled, heat filling your face as you tried to hide from Yelena’s glare behind Natasha’s shoulder. “I told you I wasn’t good in haunted houses.” 

“It’s a haunted corn maze,” Yelena corrected you, as if that clarification mattered. You rolled your eyes, but the expression was thankfully hidden by Nat as you clung to her arm while you walked along. “And we’ve barely started,” Yelena pointed out, clearly oblivious to your annoyance. “If you keep on screaming like that, you’re not going to have a voice left by the time we’re done.”

Truth be told, your throat already kind of hurt from the one scream you’d let out and you had a sinking feeling in your stomach as you realized Yelena was right, there was still a lot of corn maze left ahead of you—and a lot more scare actors ready to jump out at you. For a brief second, you considered trying to go back to the entrance so you could wait for your friends where there were a lot fewer people trying to scare you. 

“How long is this supposed to take to get through, anyway,” Nat asked her sister. You were grateful to Nat for asking the question you wanted to, especially since you were pretty sure Yelena would huff in annoyance if you’d asked. Your friends had practically needed to drag you into the corn maze to begin with, but you really didn’t like haunted houses—or haunted corn mazes.

Yelena had been the one to insist the three of you make the drive out to Clint’s Country Farm for the haunted corn maze attraction, though you’d only agreed because of the rest of the autumnal fun the farm offered—pumpkin picking, apple picking, hayrides and the like. Your friend had promised the corn maze wasn’t that scary, but clearly she didn’t understand your low tolerance for fear-based attractions, even after knowing you for many years.  

“It’s supposed to take at least an hour,” Yelena answered matter of factly, her chin held high. But then she slid her gaze to you and her sister, grinning impishly. “And that’s if we don’t get lost and need a scare actor to help us find our way out.” She waggled her eyebrows like the prospect of getting lost and needing help to find an exit was a good thing.

Nat sighed in annoyance. “Please tell me you didn’t drag us all the way out into the boonies so you can fulfill your weird kink of hooking up with a scare actor,” she said, looking the picture of the beleaguered older sister. 

“What!?” you demanded, turning your surprised—and a little bit interested—expression on Yelena. The blonde was too busy glaring at her sister, though, to pay any mind to your question.

“You weren’t supposed to tell anyone about that,” Yelena hissed, pinching Nat in the arm over your friend’s leather jacket. Nat only glared back. Finally, Yelena looked away and shot you a sheepish look. “I may have wound up on a certain side of TikTok,” she explained, shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal, but the way she rushed to explain herself told you she did care what you thought. “But you’d understand if you saw these guys,” she said, her green eyes wide and imploring. “Some of them paint their faces, some of them were masks, and they’re all super hot.” 

“I’m not judging—I get it,” you said, holding your hands up in a placating gesture. You’d seen a couple videos of guys like the ones she was describing and you did understand. There was something about a man in spooky face paint or a mask that somehow made him hotter, but that didn’t mean you wanted to go looking for one in the wild. “But did you really have to drag us along to play wingwoman so you could pick up a scare actor?” you asked, wrinkling your nose in an annoyed look. “I’d much rather be baking cookies and carving pumpkins than getting scared so you can get some.”

You were so caught up in your conversation with your friends, you didn’t hear the rustling in the maze as you passed, and you definitely didn’t notice the little divot in the wall of corn. At least, not until a man lept onto the path just ahead of you, dressed as a decaying scarecrow and holding up a pitchfork while yelling at you and your friends.

A tattered plaid shirt hung off his broad shoulders, the buttons undone and revealing a muscular bare chest beneath. A straw hat sat on top of his head, casting his face, which was already framed by chin-length brown hair, in shadow. The darkness made the makeup on his face even scarier, morphing his mouth into a sharp gash and his shining eyes into dark sockets. Even beneath it all, though, you could see he was handsome, though that was overshadowed by him scaring the hell out of you.

Another scream wrenched free from your lips and you let go of Natasha’s arm, stumbling back a few steps. Your back collided with a very solid, very broad chest, and it was then that you realized the first man wasn’t alone. Eyes widening in horror, you craned your neck to look up at the man towering above you, also dressed as some kind of horror-themed scarecrow.

Inexplicably, the first thing you noticed about him was the pretty blue of his eyes, and the way they sparkled with humor in the dim light cast over the corn maze. Then you saw the rest of his face, the upper half of which was decorated with face paint to make him resemble a skull. But the bottom half was even more terrifying, since it was covered with a mask that looked like the skeletal jaws of a beast, with bright white pointed teeth and sharpened fangs. Despite his horrifying experience, you could plainly see that he was attractive and you felt the first twinge of desire twist in you. 

Behind the mask was a layer of black fabric hiding the man’s mouth, but you saw the shape of his lips moving and spreading into a grin. “You look sweet enough to eat, baby cakes,” he rumbled in a deep voice, dripping with an innuendo that made your heart beat a little faster in response. 

For a dazed moment, you just stared at him, then you remembered yourself and stumbled away, a confusing warmth pulsing in your center. Getting a better look at him, you saw he was also wearing a tattered flannel shirt with the buttons undone, showing off his impressive chest. He didn’t wear a hat, his straw-colored hair adding to the effect of his farm boy/scarecrow appearance, but he did have some hay sticking out of the pockets of his worn-looking jeans, which were slung low on his hips.

Your gaze flicked up from the man’s thick thighs, realizing you were ogling the scare actor despite giving Yelena shit for her interest in them only moments ago. But you couldn’t help the way you were looking at the man—he was so damn handsome, even with the face paint and mask. You thought you might finally, really understand what Yelena had been talking about as you looked at the hot scare actor, and suddenly remembered screaming your head off at him. Wincing, you covered your mouth in embarrassment. 

His blue eyes sparkled in amusement, and maybe a little bit of interest. “Don’t worry, baby, you can scream all you want—I don’t mind,” he said, a grin in his tone as he advanced on you, backing you toward your friends. You’d half forgotten about them, too busy getting all hot and bothered over the handsome scare actor, but as you got closer, you could hear Yelena trying to flirt with the other man. 

“When do you get off work, hot stuff?” Yelena was asking, and you recognized the exaggerated sultry tone she used when she was half-serious, half-joking. You could practically hear Nat’s eyes roll at her sister’s antics. 

The man advancing on you paused, his brow furrowing in confusion. The expression looked almost comical on him, makeup caking in the little lines between his blond brows. “Is your friend flirting with Bucky?” he asked incredulously, dropping the extra low rumble he’d been using. 

Laughing a little, you relaxed as the man dropped his act, your body seeming to remember you weren’t in any actual danger. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught Yelena reaching out to stroke the bicep of the other man—who you presumed to be Bucky. He looked just as perplexed as the man in front of you, like he couldn’t believe your friend was actually flirting with him in the middle of the haunted corn maze. 

“Yeah,” you said, turning around to look at the blond again. “She has a thing for scare actors apparently,” you explained, shrugging. 

The man’s expression cleared with understanding. “Huh,” he said, tilting his head to the side as he watched Yelena try to get Bucky to give up his number. “I’ve never seen someone flirt so aggressively after being scared.” His blue eyes flicked back to yours and you got the impression he was grinning again. “Normally we’ll make a girl scream and then send her on her way.” He winked at you and it suddenly struck you that he was flirting with you.

Your mouth rounded into a little ‘o’ in surprise, your gaze lingering on his sparkling blue eyes as you tried to think of something in response. But at that moment, a strong gust of wind blew through the corn maze and you shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself. You’d worn a thick sweater tucked into a short corduroy skirt and your warmest socks paired with comfortable boots. It had seemed like the perfect outfit for tromping through corn mazes and pumpkin patches, but without tights or leggings, it wasn’t as warm as you’d hoped, and you noticed the man caught you shivering.

He lifted his hands like he was going to rub your arms to keep you warm, but let them drop back to his sides when he seemed to remember it wouldn’t be an appropriate thing to do to a stranger he’d just scared in a corn maze. Instead, he shoved his hands in his pockets, wincing a little as the straw that had been stuck there was displaced.

“You folks should get moving,” he said, his relaxed stance making him look more like an easy-going farmer than a scary scarecrow, even with the makeup and mask. You felt a pang of disappointment at him ushering you along, even though his next words made a warmth bloom in your chest. “You’ve got a ways to go in the maze, and you look like you’re in need of some hot apple cider.” 

“Thank you, kind scary man,” Yelena interjected before you could say anything. She threaded her arm through yours and began tugging you in the direction the three of you had been headed. Even more disappointment welled up inside you as she pulled you gently away from the man. “Let’s go,” she said to you, giving you a secretive smirk. “Say goodbye to the scary-hot man.”

“Goodbye, scary-hot man,” you repeated, eyes still fixed on the blond scare actor. The corners of your mouth flickered in a smile you couldn’t fully suppress and the man grinned behind his mask.

“Steve,” he said, looking reluctant to let you get away even though he’d been the one to suggest you keep moving. “The name’s Steve, but you can call me anything you want, baby cakes,” he said, winking at you. You had just enough time to call your own name out to him before he stepped back into the divot in the corn where he’d been hiding so he could wait for the next group of unsuspecting guests to scare. 

Once you turned the next corner in the maze, Yelena raised her eyebrows at you, giving you a knowing look before turning to Nat on her other side and saying, “See? She gets it.” You bit your lip against a smile, your thoughts still on Steve back around the bend, barely hearing Yelena as she went on. “Men in masks and scary makeup are hot.” 

When her words finally permeated your thoughts, you rolled your eyes at your friend. Still, you were so infatuated with the handsome scare actor after such a short time talking to him that you had to wonder if Yelena was right, and Steve had simply unlocked something in you. As you kept walking through the maze, you tried to see the attractiveness Yelena saw in the scare actors.

However, as the three of you moved further through the maze and Yelena kept trying to flirt with all the scare actors, you realized none of them sparked anything in you. At least, not in the same way Steve had. Seeing his handsome face half-covered in a mask of skeletal animal jaws had made an ache of desire bloom in your core, whereas seeing all the other men in their gruesome makeup or fearsome masks did little more than unsettle or downright scare you.

You were starting to suspect you’d made a terrible mistake by not offering Steve your number when two men lept from the corn behind you and your friends. They yelled and raised farm-themed weapons, starting to chase you down the long narrow path. 

You, Nat and Yelena all screamed and started running, but you quickly fell behind. Your boots were made for walking, not running, and it felt like the men were gaining on you. Your friends were starting to pull ahead, leaving you a little behind, and you panicked, ducking down a side path and hiding in the shadows while the scare actors passed. 

You breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back onto the main path, realizing too late you’d let yourself be separated from your friends. Quickly, you began walking down the narrow corridor of corn, but you soon came to an intersection with paths leading in three different directions. You couldn’t tell which way Yelena and Nat had gone because the paths all turned and twisted. 

Cursing yourself under your breath, you picked a path at random and began walking, hoping for the best. You tried to text your friends, but cell reception in the cornfield was terrible and you weren’t sure if it went through, let alone whether you’d get a response.

It didn’t take long before you knew you were lost, and the more you tried to find your way out of the maze, the more it seemed like you were walking in circles. To make your situation worse, you began to feel like you were being followed.

Sometimes when you turned a corner, you thought you saw someone behind you, though you weren’t sure if it was really a person or if your panic and terror were playing tricks on you. Still, you started walking faster, even though you knew it was probably just a scare actor trying to see if you were alright, or another guest in the corn maze—or no one at all! Because you were alone, your mind was racing with all the terrible possibilities and you didn’t want to be caught along by anyone in the haunted attraction.

You were so busy hurrying along the path and looking over your shoulder to try and see if you really were being followed that you weren’t paying attention to what was in front of you. When you turned a sudden corner, you ran head-first into a broad, hard chest, bouncing off it like you weighed nothing. He caught your arms to stop you from falling backwards onto your ass, his hands warm through your sweater.

“We gotta stop meeting like this, baby cakes,” the man rumbled and you looked up, recognizing the flirty voice and finding the sparkling blue eyes and skeletal mask belonging to Steve. You breathed your first real sigh of relief since getting separated from your friends and relaxed into Steve’s grip, swaying toward the heat he radiated in the cold October night. He glanced around, asking, “Where are your friends?”

Face contorting in an embarrassed grimace, you admitted, “I got separated, and then I got lost.” Looking around at the rows of corn lining the path, you didn’t even know if you were any closer to the exit of the maze or if you’d somehow looped around to where you’d first met Steve. “Can you help me get out?” you asked, turning back to Steve and giving him your best pleading look. It wasn’t difficult, you knew you desperately needed help and he was the first friendly face you’d seen.

“Of course, baby,” he murmured in a soft, sweet voice, his gaze going gentle as he looked down at your wide eyes. His hands squeezed your arms reassuringly and then he slid one to your lower back, turning to guide you through the maze. His palm was warm, his touch steady, and you let it comfort you.

“Thank you,” you said, glancing up at his handsome face, feeling desire unfurl in your center. You stuck close to Steve’s side, leaning into him and twisting your fingers together in front of you so you didn’t reach for him. You wanted desperately to cling to him, but knew that’d be a little ridiculous after only just meeting him, even if your time alone in the corn maze had left you feeling unsettled.

Steve made conversation as he led you through the maze, his steps confident and never faltering no matter how many twists and turns the path took. You could tell he knew his way around the maze and you felt so grateful you’d run into him, especially since it meant you got to talk to him some more.

While you walked, Steve asked you about what you did for work and what you liked to do for fun. You answered him, finding that talking was taking your mind off the fear you’d felt when you’d been lost. You kept up the conversation, asking Steve how long he’d worked at the farm as a scare actor, and he told you he only stepped in when someone called out. Normally, he just worked on the farm. You were a little surprised to learn he was a farmer, but it suited him—and explained why his physique looked like he’d earned it through working outside instead of at the gym.

It was pleasant, getting to know Steve. It helped that none of the scare actors tried to scare you since you were with him, which made it feel more like a normal corn maze. It occurred to you that you could almost pretend you and Steve were on a date, despite his makeup and mask, but you pushed that thought aside quickly, knowing you were getting a little ahead of yourself. He hadn’t even asked for your number, though you were fairly certain he was just as attracted to you as you were to him.

After a little while of walking, Steve led you through a small gap in the corn and you exited the maze. Looking around, you realized it must’ve been a secret entrance separate from the main one, because there was nothing but a dirt road between the edge of the maze and the forest beyond. You looked to Steve with a confused expression. 

“You can follow the outside around to the front if you walk that way,” he said, nodding his head to indicate the direction he meant, keeping his eyes on you. You weren’t ashamed to admit to yourself that you liked the way his gaze lingered on you, adding to the heat in your center that pulsed for him. “Or I can walk you back if you want?” he asked, a note of hope in his tone that you caught right away.

You smiled and nodded. “I’d like that,” you said, looking up at him from under your lashes. Steve’s mouth widened into a grin behind his mask and his hand shifted from your lower back, sliding down your arm until his fingers tangled with yours. 

Hiding a smile by ducking your head, you squeezed Steve’s hand, clinging to him as you began walking again. He picked up the conversation you’d been having, asking about your favorite movies and books, sharing some of his own. You discovered you liked plenty of the same things, and you enjoyed talking to him about them. You were having such a good time with Steve, you were reluctant to return to the farm’s main attractions.

The sounds of the festivities and the crowds swarming the farm got louder the closer you got to the front of the maze, and you tried to slow your steps to prolong the time you got to spend with Steve. He didn’t comment on your reluctance, just slowed his own pace to match yours as he swung your linked hands. He still hadn’t taken off his mask and you were growing increasingly more curious about what he looked like beneath it—especially what his mouth looked like, and how it might feel on yours.

Eventually, Steve stopped, tugging you to a halt beside him a little ways away from the bright lights of the farm where you were still hidden in shadows from the other guests. You turned to face Steve, looking up expectantly with a sad smile on your face, sensing it was time for the two of you to part. “Clint doesn’t like the scare actors to be seen in the crowd,” Steve said by way of explanation. “He says it ruins the surprise in the maze.” Though you couldn’t see Steve’s mouth, you got the sense he was frowning unhappily.

“Ok,” you said, trying to hide your disappointment. You couldn’t bear to look at the farm or the crowds milling around, not when you couldn’t get enough of looking at Steve, admiring how hot he was even with his face paint and mask. “Thank you again, Steve,” you murmured. 

Impulsively, you threw your arms around Steve’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. Pressing against him, you couldn’t get over how good it felt to have him wrap his arms around you, crushing you to his chest. You lingered much longer than was necessarily appropriate for a thank you hug given to a man you’d just met, but his hold felt too good to pull away. Besides, Steve didn’t seem eager to let go either.

The cold plastic of Steve’s mask brushed the side of your head, and you could feel his warm breath against your ear as he held you close. “Is your friend the only one with a thing for scare actors?” he asked softly, a little bit of insecurity in his tone. It took you a second to understand his question, but you realized he was asking if you were only interested in him because he was a scare actor.

The question tugged at your heart. You still didn’t know Steve very well, but you’d gotten to learn a little about him on your walk out of the maze and around it, and your little infatuation with him had burgeoned into a full-blown crush. Although you were a little shy to admit to it, you couldn’t bear to think Steve believed you were interested only in his appearance. 

“Yeah, she is,” you said in a shy whisper before burying your face in Steve’s shoulder. You squeezed him tighter, hoping your honest answer was the one he’d been looking for. Since you were pressed so firmly against him, you felt the relieved little sigh he let out.

“So you just have a thing for me, then, baby?” he rumbled, his voice shifting to something warmer. You could hear the smile in his tone. 

A shiver raced down your spine at the pet name rolling of his tongue in the deep voice you enjoyed so much. You still felt a little shy about admitting to your crush on him, but the feeling of Steve’s hands beginning to wander over your back, and the feel of your body pressed against his gave you courage. “Yeah,” you said on a soft exhale.

A pleased sound rumbled in Steve’s chest and then he was leaning back, one hand reaching up to unhook his mask from behind his ear. He let it fall, revealing the bottom half of his face. And what a face it was. He had a strong jaw that you had the odd urge to bite, and soft-looking lips. You wanted to feel his mouth on you so badly, and you were so consumed by the sudden desire, it took you a moment to realize his gaze was fixed on your mouth too. 

“Steve,” you whimpered, hands fisting in his tattered flannel shirt. You didn’t know what you were begging for—for him to kiss you or say something—but you knew you needed something from him to satiate the heat thrumming through your veins. 

“Gonna kiss you,” he rasped, his voice somewhat distant, like he was too distracted by the shape of your lips and the thought of kissing you to remember he was warning you about his intent. Not that you needed the warning. It only served to make you more desperate for him to do something.

“Please,” you begged, pushing yourself up onto your tiptoes and tilting your face up to his until your mouths were even closer together.

That must’ve been all Steve needed to snap him out of his stupor because in the next moment his mouth descended on yours, capturing your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. Sensation exploded in your mind as you felt Steve’s soft mouth take yours frantically, his lips sliding against yours and memorizing the curves of your mouth so intimately. He seemed to be committing you to memory, determined to learn everything that made you gasp softly into his mouth.  

It wasn’t long before Steve’s tongue slid along your lower lip and you allowed him inside. He plunged into your mouth with just as much fervor, exploring and twining his tongue with yours. Steve’s hand cupped the back of your head gently while his other arm wrapped around your lower back, holding you anchored against his body as he plundered your mouth. You moaned into him, your fingers pulling at his shirt, his hair, any part of him you could get your hands on to drag him closer, deeper into you.

Eventually, you had to pull away to breathe, though if you’d had it your way, you would’ve kissed Steve much longer—until your lungs had given up the fight for air. You’d never felt so wildly attracted to anyone before, and the way Steve gave you another lingering kiss only affirmed that there was something special about the chemistry between the two of you. It made you light-headed with giddiness and heavy with desire at the same time. It was the perfect combination to do something a little reckless, but something you knew you wouldn’t regret.

“Do you have to get back to work?” you asked breathlessly in between kisses, neither of you able to get enough of the other. You clung to the lapels of Steve’s shirt, holding yourself up so you could keep kissing him. It had probably only been a few moments, but you were already hooked on feel of his lips against yours.

“Nah,” he said on an exhale, a little smile curling the edges of his mouth. “I’m done for the night.” He pressed one more kiss to your mouth before pulling away enough to rake his glittering blue eyes over your face, taking in your mischievous expression. “What do you have in mind, baby cakes?” 

Biting your lip to quell your playful smile, you glanced over your shoulder to where the farm’s patrons were milling about, eating candy apples and cider donuts, picking out pumpkins and other produce. You knew they couldn’t see you and Steve, since you were hidden in shadows, but they were still too close for your comfort.

Turning back to Steve, you gave him a shyly impish grin. “Do you know anywhere we can go that’s a little more private?” you asked, leaning in and whispering the last word in his ear. You pressed a suckling kiss to his neck so he’d understand your meaning, and that you wanted to do more than kiss him.

Steve groaned, both his arms wrapping around your lower back and hauling you up against his chest so your toes were barely touching the ground. “Fuck, baby,” he bit out, burying his face in the crook of your neck while he seemed to try to get ahold of himself. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself.

Then, with obvious effort, he set you back on your feet and looked down at you with a serious expression. “You sure?” he asked, his eyes roaming your face like he was looking for any little bit of uncertainty. But you knew he’d find none, and you were nodding before he’d even finished asking the question. Once Steve was sure you were certain, he nodded, chuckling a little. “Let’s go, baby cakes,” he said, eagerly grabbing your hand. 

Steve led you away from the crowds at the farm, stopping only long enough for you to text your friends—finding they’d made it out of the maze and had been blowing up your phone asking where you were. You let them know you were ok and you’d catch up with them. They agreed easily and told you to meet them in the pumpkin patch.

The someplace private Steve knew was a deserted barn, piles of hay stacked everywhere in neat columns. Steve led you to one side, ducking between a couple stacks of hay. There was a large window illuminating the space, allowing the light of the nearly full moon to spill inside.

Once you were sufficiently hidden from the open barn door, Steve spun you around until the backs of your thighs brushed against a waist-high stack of hay bales. You hopped up and spread your legs, welcoming Steve between them, tilting your face up for another kiss. 

Steve indulged you, kissing you slowly and decadently, like he was savoring you now that he knew he could take his time. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back eagerly while his hands skimmed down your body, toying with the edge of your sweater before pushing beneath it. 

You sucked in a sharp breath when his cold hands pressed against your heated skin, a shiver skating down your spine and settling heavily in your core. Your slit was throbbing, wetness dripping into your panties, and you wanted more—more of Steve, more of his touch, just more. Squirming to the edge of the hay bale, your center found the bulge in the front of Steve’s jeans and you writhed against him, leaning into his touch and moaning softly.

Steve pulled away with a raspy chuckle. “Is this private enough for you, baby?” he asked in a low gravelly voice. His lips pressed kisses to the underside of your jaw in between words, dragging a little whine from you. His mouth skated down your neck, sucking on your skin and making you gasp.

“Yes, daddy,” you answered on a soft, sweet sigh, the honorific slipping out too easily. You hadn’t meant to say it, but you were too far gone with hazy pleasure from Steve’s potent kisses and your need for more.

Steve paused, his hands spread over your ribs, the tips of his thumbs just brushing the underside of your bra. His sudden stillness pulled you out of your aroused daze enough to realize what you’d said. Jerking back, you looked up at Steve in horror. Though he didn’t seem disgusted by what you’d said, his expression was blank with surprise.

“Sorry!” you cried, burying your face in your hands, not wanting to see the moment his real reaction showed on his face. “I don’t know why I said that.” 

In reality, you had a pretty good idea it had something to do with the way you’d always fantasized about calling someone you were fooling around with daddy, but it had never felt right with anyone else. For some reason, you felt safe enough with Steve to call him that, but it was still embarrassing to accidentally call him daddy in the middle of making out, especially when you had no idea how he felt about it.

Dropping his head to your shoulder, Steve groaned like he was being tortured, his fingers flexing on your ribs and gripping you tighter like he was worried you were going to pull away further. “Christ, baby, you’re gonna make me come in my pants,” he rumbled, a desperate tenor in his voice. He took a few deep breaths, like he was trying to control yourself, and it gave you a moment to absorb what he’d said.

“What?” you asked, shocked and a little confused. 

“I’m already so fucking hard for you,” he murmured, his hips bucking between your thighs, the thick ridge of his cock brushing against you through his jeans. “And then you go and call me daddy?” he asked, taking another deep breath and not waiting for you to answer his rhetorical question. “It’s more than a man can take.” 

Your mouth fell open in surprise, and when you didn’t say anything, Steve stood up so he could look at you, pulling you back to the edge of the hay bale so you could feel his hardness twitch against your clothed pussy. Your eyes widened as a shiver raced down your spine and your breaths came faster, your chest heaving a little. Steve watched your reaction, his eyes going molten as they raked over you. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” he promised, looking positively deviant with his feral grin and the skeleton makeup still caked onto the upper part of his face. He looked like your own personal Halloween wet dream come to life, and you could feel yourself getting wetter as he vowed to defile your body. “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re dumb and mindless on my cock and the only word you can say is daddy.” Steve wrapped his hand around the front of your throat and pulled you in for a blisteringly hot kiss. 

You were too dumbfounded by his filthy words to react for a second, but when his tongue slipped between your lips, it set your body alight with untamed heat. While you kissed him back, you pushed impatiently at Steve’s flannel shirt until you got it past his shoulders and he quickly divested himself of it. Your hands were eager to explore every dip and hard plane of his chest, reveling in the muscles beneath his smooth skin.

When your fingers traced along the edges of his abs and trailed down to the waist of his jeans, you felt his stomach contract before he backed away a little. Still kissing you ferociously, Steve caught your wrists and pinned your hands to the hay bale behind you, forcing you to lean back so he could loom over you.

“You’re moving a little fast, baby girl,” Steve rumbled, a hint of chastisement in his tone that had your face heating with delicious humiliation. “You haven’t even told me what you want daddy to do to you,” he went on, pressing kisses to your neck beneath your ear. “Or did you like everything I said so much that you’re at a loss for words?” You could feel him grin against your throat. “It’s a little soon to be so brainless, baby.” 

A garbled sound halfway between a moan and a cry of “yes!” fled your lips when he sucked a hickey into your neck. Your legs wrapped around his thighs, the heels of your boots digging into the backs of his knees. “Want you to fuck me dumb, daddy,” you confessed breathlessly when you’d remembered how to work your tongue. “Want you to bend me over and fuck me so hard that all I can do is take it—please, daddy!”

“Filthy, filthy girl,” Steve growled, barely leashed desire in his deep voice. “Don’t move your hands, baby,” he muttered, his going to your thighs and pushing up your skirt until your panties were revealed. They were one of your cutest pairs and you were gratified to hear the way Steve sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of them. “Pretty,” he praised, his thumbs stroking along the edges where they rested on your hips. “So pretty, baby, but ‘m gonna take ‘em off.” 

Steve waited for your nod before he hooked his fingers in your panties and tugged them down. You used your hands braced behind you to lift up so he could pull them off completely, trying not to think about how damp they were. But Steve wasn’t pausing to look, he just shoved them into the front pocket of his jeans, then refocused on you. His hands gripped your knees, urging you to spread your thighs again, his blue eyes darkened as he watched you.

A soft groan escaped Steve when he got his first glimpse of your pussy. “Fucking hell, baby, such a pretty pussy,” he murmured, his voice warm with praise. Steve used his thumbs to spread your folds, dipping his fingers into your dripping slit and toying with your wetness. “You’re so wet for me,” he groaned under his breath, almost like he was in awe. 

You let out a hitching moan as he circled your entrance with a thick finger. His touch was teasing and you let a desperate little whine, fingers digging into the hay bale you sat on. Steve glanced up, catching your eye and giving you an unrepentant grin.

“You gonna let me fuck this pretty cunt, baby?” he asked, teasing your empty, clenching pussy. “You gonna let me stretch out your tight little hole?” He slid one of his fingers into you and you let out a low moan, delighting in the feeling of him inside you.

“Yes, daddy,” you purred, your eyes heavy-lidded as you watched Steve staring down at your pussy while he pumped his finger in and out of you. “Want you to fuck me with your big cock,” you went on, enjoying the way his dark blue eyes flicked up to catch yours. You smiled wickedly before going on. “Want you to split me open, daddy.” 

Steve groaned loudly as he fucked you with his finger, quickly adding a second and then a third, your thoroughly drenched pussy making it easy for him to stretch you open. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say such filthy things, baby girl,” Steve admitted through a clenched jaw. 

All you could do was moan for him, your lips gasping for air as he fucked you hard with his fingers. Steve held your gaze as he planted a hand on the hay bale beside your hip, looming over you and forcing you to lean back on your hands. He was ruthlessly driving your pleasure higher and you were helpless against it as it coiled tighter and tighter in your center.

“Gonna get me hooked on your sweet cunt and your dirty words and the way you call me daddy,” Steve warned, his blue eyes sparkling with a ferocious intensity that made your heart beat even faster. There was an underlying meaning to Steve’s words, a promise he seemed intent to keep. “You’re never gonna get rid of me, baby” 

Emotion swelled inside your chest and you abandoned Steve’s command to keep your hands planted behind you, the need to touch him too overwhelming to ignore. You grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. It was messy, your lips sliding together as you both panted for breath and tried to devour each other. Sucking his lower lip into your mouth, your feet hooked around Steve’s hips, your heels digging into his ass and dragging him closer.

“I don’t want to get rid of you,” you murmured against his lips, breaking off on a loud moan when his fingers brushed against a spot inside you. Your hands slid into Steve’s hair and you tugged on the strands insistently, holding him close enough that you were stealing the air from each other’s lungs. “I want you to keep me, Steve,” you rasped in a desperate whine.

“I’ll keep you, I’ll keep you,” he promised in between hungry kisses. He widened his fingers and dragged them against your inner walls, making you choke out a strangled moan, before pulling them from your dripping hole. “But I told you to keep your hands were they were, baby girl,” he said, giving you a stern look as he leaned away. His fingers only just teasing around your folds, bringing you down from the edge of your release. “And you disobeyed me.”

A whine worked its way up your throat but you swallowed it down, settling for a pout as you looked at Steve from under your lashes. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you said in your best contrite tone. “I couldn’t help myself, I just wanted to touch you.”

Steve hummed in acknowledgement, pulling his fingers away from your pussy and you moaned at the loss of his touch. A moment later, they pressed to your lips. “Be a good girl and suck,” he ordered softly, his eyes bright and intense on you. Obediently, you wrapped your lips around his fingers and licked your arousal from his skin, staring up into his eyes the whole time. Steve’s blue gaze darkened as he watched you, a pleased smirk on his face. “Good girl,” he crooned as he pulled his fingers from your mouth, dropping a kiss to your lips.

Then he stepped back, his hands going to his belt. You could see the bulge of his cock straining against the front of his jeans and your pussy clenched desperately. “Play with your pussy, baby,” Steve rumbled as his hands made quick work of undoing his belt. “Wanna see you rub your little clit for me—but don’t come.” His gaze was hard on yours and you nodded quickly.

“Yes, daddy, I won’t come,” you agreed softly, leaning back on one hand and spreading your thighs wide to give him a show. You slipped your hand between your legs and rubbed your clit in tight, slow circles while watching Steve undo his jeans. He pushed them down his thighs, dragging his boxer briefs with them, and revealed his cock. You sucked in a breath at the sight of him, so thick and perfect. Instinctively, you started rubbing a little faster, turned on by the sight of Steve’s cock, though you knew it would’ve felt better if he was inside you.

“Don’t come, baby girl,” Steve growled, taking his cock in his fist and pumping the hard length, stroking his thumb over the tip and spreading his precum down the shaft. 

You could feel yourself heating at the sight, the desire to taste him flaring through your body. You wanted to lick up his precum and swallow his cock, sucking on him until he came down your throat. Your thoughts must’ve showed on your face because Steve groaned. 

“Don’t look at me light that,” he bit out, gritting his teeth while he stroked his cock a little faster. Your eyes were transfixed on the sight of him pumping his hard length, so you didn’t see the tortured look on his face until you glanced up at him.

Biting your lip against a smile, you asked innocently, “Like what?” You rubbed your clit slowly, playing with the puffy little bundle of nerves and letting your eyes go heavy-lidded, giving Steve a sultry look and betraying the innocence of your question.

Steve’s eyes narrowed on you, knowing you knew what you were doing to him, but he answered anyway. “Like you wanna suck my soul out through my cock,” he gritted out. His eyes were dark, shining silvery in the moonlight filling the barn and, with the help of his skull makeup, making him look a little more intimidating. You weren’t intimidated, though, you were riding high on the power you felt knowing how attracted Steve was to you.

A smirk spread slowly over your face and you gave an innocent little shrug, though you both knew you were anything but innocent. “I’m just admiring your cock, daddy,” you said sweetly, dropping your eyes to where Steve was still stroking himself. You made a show of sliding your tongue over your lower lip, and almost got lost in the thought of feeling his heavy length on your tongue. Then you flicked your gaze back up to Steve’s. “I can’t help what my face looks like when you have such a perfect cock.”

Steve made a rumbling sound in his chest, which only made you snicker. “Filthy fucking girl,” he muttered, shaking his head at you, but he was wearing a grin that said he loved exactly how filthy you were. Before either of you could push the other too far, Steve reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet, procuring a condom from inside it. “Rub your clit, baby girl,” he commanded, flicking his gaze down your body and settling between your thighs. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

You hadn’t realized you had, but at his order, your fingers resumed their tight, slow circles on your clit. “Yes, sir, daddy,” you said, your tone a little mocking, but a little breathless too. You enjoyed Steve’s commanding tone far too much, and though it felt good to push him a little, it felt even better to do as he said. You didn’t want to think about that too closely, because then you’d have to think about the level of trust you felt with the man you’d just met. 

Instead, your eyes drifted down to where Steve was rolling the condom onto his cock, having to bite your lip against the urge to beg him to fuck you without it. You didn’t know where that came from, you’d always used condoms with your past partners, and you’d only just met Steve. But you felt safe with him, you felt like you could trust him, and, if you were honest with yourself, your feelings for him were deepening by the second. Even still, you may have been feeling reckless enough to fuck the scare actor you’d just met in the barn at the farm where he worked, but you knew better than to fuck a guy without a condom without having certain conversations.

And you were far too eager to feel Steve press inside you to stop him and have that talk. Besides, you were fairly certain you’d have plenty of time to have those conversations with Steve later, and then he could fuck you without a condom as much as you both wanted. Still, you couldn’t stop thinking about how you couldn’t wait to take Steve bare.

“Christ, baby, now what’s going through that filthy mind of yours?” Steve asked. He’d finished rolling the condom onto his cock and he was gripping the base tightly, like he was forcing himself not to keep stroking his length. The sight of him, his barely leashed restraint showing in the strain of his shoulders and arms, the veins of his forearms pronounced with it, only made you hotter. You never even considered playing coy with where your thoughts had strayed.

“Just thinking about what it’d feel like to fuck you without a condom,” you murmured, rubbing your clit while Steve groaned, making you smile. He looked so tortured, you had to keep going. “Thinking about your bare cock sinking inside my tight, wet pussy,” you said slowly, reveling in the way his dick twitched in his hand. “And spilling your come deep inside me.”

Steve clenched his teeth so tight, you thought you could hear his jaw muscle pop and you nearly snickered, but then he was grabbing your wrist and wrenching your hand away from your pussy. He pulled your fingers to his lips and sucked your arousal from them while he glared at you. There was no real anger in his expression, though, just furious desire and frustration.

“Not tonight,” he rumbled when he’d pulled your fingers from his mouth. “But if you keep talking like that, it’s going to happen sooner than you think, baby girl,” he promised, hauling you off the hay bale and spinning you around so your back was to him. His mouth was right next to your ear as he spoke. “I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy with my bare cock and I’m gonna ruin you for any other man—you’ll be nothing more than my own personal, brainless doll.” 

You barely had time to take in what Steve had said before he was planting a hand between your shoulder blades and pushing you down on top of the hay bale. In seconds, you were bent in half, your ass brushing against his hard, twitching cock, with his filthy promise rattling around in your head.

“Is that what you want, baby girl, wanna belong to daddy?” he asked, his voice almost sweet, but there was too much dark desire in it. You shivered, writhing beneath him and moaning for him. “Want daddy to own all of your holes?”

His taunting questions had you moaning and wiggling your hips while he shoved your skirt up over your ass. You dug your fingers into the hay, resting your cheek on the scratchy softness and letting his hands shift you roughly until he had you exactly where he wanted you. 

Steve slid the head of his cock up and down your soaking wet slit, chuckling when you whined and tried to push back onto his length. He smacked your ass hard enough to sting and you cried out, stilling with your back arched and your pussy presented for him. His big hand kneaded the soft flesh of your ass and arousal burned through your body, your pussy dripping and your nipples stiffened into peaks in your bra.

“You do, don’t you,” Steve murmured, almost to himself. “You wanna be all mine, don’t you, baby girl?” Whimpering, you nodded your head, unable to find the words, but that wasn’t good enough for Steve. He spanked your ass again, making you jump and jerk, only to moan when you could feel his cock sliding through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. His rough treatment made your hole clench down pathetically around nothing and you whined. “Say it, say the words, baby, and I’ll give you my cock.” 

“Daddy,” you mewled, looking over your shoulder and up at Steve. He was glorious, big and broad-shouldered, looming over you with his face twisted in his own feral need. He still wore the skeleton makeup across his eyes and brows, which only made the intensity in his blue gaze that much more extraordinary. Staring up at him, you managed to find the words he wanted. “Want to be yours, want to belong to you,” you babbled, unable to stop the flow of words once you’d started. “Want you to own my holes, my body, all of me, daddy—Steve—please.” 

Steve’s eyes flashed in the moonlight, a deep emotion flitting across his eyes that had no right to be there on the same night you’d met, but before you could name it, he wrapped his hand around the front of your throat and dragged you up. Your lips met in a messy kiss that was all nipping teeth and sliding tongues, both of you trying to devour the other, though Steve was more ruthless and you moaned as you sucked on the tongue he’d thrust into your mouth. 

“Mine,” he growled against your mouth, pushing the tip of his cock inside you. You gasped at the stretch of him, your hands clinging to the thick forearm pressed between your tits and holding you up against him.

“Yours,” you said on a gasp as he sank another inch inside you. He was bigger than anyone you’d ever taken before, and there was a delicious sting of pain as he pulled out and shoved himself back inside, pushing even deeper with the movement. “So big, daddy,” you mumbled, enjoying the feeling of Steve’s cock working you open.

Chuckling, Steve’s hand around your throat moved to your chin, turning your face back to him so he could kiss you. “I’m barely inside you, baby girl,” he rumbled, a smile in his voice as he pushed in another inch, grunting at the feel of your cunt clenching down on him. His other hand went to your hip and he held you firmly with both hands to keep you still while he slowly, torturously slowly, sank his cock into your tight heat. “Oh fuck,” he rasped, in your ear, his lips brushing your cheek. “You feel so good, baby, so fucking good—holy shit.” 

In the position he held you, you could do nothing but take his cock and moan at the feeling of his thick length splitting you open. “So good, daddy, s’good, feels so good,” you mumbled, as he pressed into you until he was buried to the hilt in your cunt. You let out a loud moan at the feeling of being entirely filled by Steve’s cock, one hand dropping to your lower belly and pressing down, making you light-headed with the feeling of him inside you.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” Steve growled, his hand squeezing your face, fingers digging into your cheeks. His other hand shoved your sweater and bra up, giving him access to your stiff nipples and heavy tits. He kneaded your soft flesh and when he pinched and pulled one of your nipples, your cunt clenched down hard on his cock, making him groan. “Holy fuck, it feels like you’re squeezing my dick in a vise.” 

The feeling of him inside you and his dirty words filling your mind had you squirming as much as you could in his hold, which wasn’t much. “Daddy,” you whined, grinding back on his cock by rolling your hips desperately. You were trying to get him to move, but he seemed happy to stay buried inside you, playing with your tits. “Daddy, please, fuck me,” you begged, nearly crying with frustration. 

Steve chuckled, loosening his hold on you and letting you bend back down over the hay bale. Your hands immediately found purchase in the soft straw and you rocked forward before throwing your ass back on Steve’s cock, your ass slapping against his thighs. 

“Why would I do that when you look so cute fucking yourself on my cock, baby girl?” Steve teased, spanking your ass again. That only made you whine louder, but you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking your body forward and back, taking his cock all on your own—it felt too damn good. “Fuck, you’re so fucking eager for daddy’s cock, aren’t you, baby?” he cooed, curling down over you and pressing kisses to your neck while his hands groped your tits and plucked at your nipples. “Can’t even wait for me to fuck you, you’re gonna do it all by yourself, aren’tcha?” 

Fucking yourself on Steve’s cock felt good, but it wasn’t enough, you needed more. You needed him. “Want you—need you, daddy, please, I need…” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence because your words dissolved in a moan. Steve gave your nipples one last sharp pinch before he was standing up straight and grabbing your hips in his harsh grip.

“Daddy knows exactly what you need, baby girl,” Steve assured you, starting to rock into you, his hips meeting your thrusts. “You need to be fucked hard and rough,” he went on, his voice a raspy rumble as he picked up his pace, his hands on your hips pulling you back into his thrusts. “You need to be taken, your sweet, perfect body used for nothing but pleasure until you’re dumb and mindless, completely drunk on my cock.” 

He was pounding into you faster than you could manage on your own and you finally relaxed into his hold, letting him use your body how he wanted as you submitted to his cock. “Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted in time with his thrusts, getting louder as his cock battered against a spot inside you that made you shake with pleasure. He fucked you so good, you never wanted it to end. 

“Good girl,” Steve crooned, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you brutally. “Daddy’s filthy little baby girl.” Then he was pushing your shoulders down into the hay and lifting your hips even higher, until you were on your tiptoes and his cock was hitting a new spot inside you that made you shriek with pleasure. “That’s it, baby, scream for me—scream for daddy,” he urged, his voice low and sinful as he encouraged you.

Steve’s words set something loose inside you and you let yourself get lost in the pleasure he was wringing from your body, your mouth open as you moaned and screamed through his merciless fucking. Your fingers clung to the hay bale for dear life as Steve’s cock speared deep inside you again and again, finding a spot that made you see stars. He was pushing you to the edge of your release with every savage thrust, and you babbled shrilly, “Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy,” your lips unable to form any other word than that.

“There’s my brainless little baby girl,” Steve huffed in a warm tone, his breath sawing in and out of him as he kept up his ruthless pace. He held you on the edge of bliss for a long moment, and then he bent over you, one hand finding your clit between your thighs. “Come, baby girl,” he murmured in your ear. “Be a good girl and come on daddy’s cock.” His fingers rubbed your clit hard and you were helpless to the perfect way he worked your body.

Your release crashed over you with the force of the entire ocean, dragging you under a riotous wave of pleasure. You screamed your throat hoarse as your whole body went tight, your vision blacking out for a moment as your mind was too overwhelmed. When you jolted back into your body a second later, it was with the feeling of warm, pleasurable heat pulsing through the entirety of your being.

Steve bit out a strangled, “Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good,” and then he was rutting into your clenching pussy, chasing his own release. He thrust into you wildly, drawing out your pleasure before finally finding his own. He came with a loud groan that he tried to muffle against your shoulder, his hips jerking as his cock twitched inside you, his come spilling into the condom. You moaned softly at the feeling of Steve finding his pleasure in your body, adding to the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

You both collapsed onto the hay bale, Steve planting a hand beside your head to stop himself from crushing you; you wriggled over to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. He grinned against the side of your face and then turned you enough to kiss you properly. It was a soft, lazy kiss that ended far too soon. But Steve needed to pull out and take care of the condom, tying it off and disposing of it. 

Then he helped you to stand and righted your clothes, both of you stealing kisses like you couldn’t get enough of one another. Steve wrapped his arms around you and you snuggled into his chest, content for the moment. Your knees were weak beneath you, but Steve held you tight enough that you knew you weren’t in danger of falling. 

“So I was thinking,” Steve began, running one hand up and down your spine slowly, making you melt even more into his arms. He trailed off and you let out a little hum of encouragement. “I’d like to see you again,” he said, a little hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Leaning back, you smiled up at him. “I’d like that,” you said, before dropping your eyes to his chin and whispering, “a lot.” You didn’t know why you suddenly felt so shy, especially after all the filthy things you’d said to Steve that night, but admitting you liked him so much was a whole different thing. 

“Good,” Steve said decisively, tilting your chin up and dropping a kiss to your lips. His expression was soft with affection when he pulled away, his gaze raking over your face like he couldn’t get enough of looking at you. “Next weekend, why don’t we carve some pumpkins and bake some cookies?” 

You grinned wide. “I’d love that,” you said, pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. 

Steve was smiling too much for you to deepen the kiss, but he held you tighter in his strong arms. “I figured,” he said, chuckling a little. “I overheard you telling your friends that’s how you would’ve preferred to spend tonight,” he admitted a little guiltily.

Laughing giddily, you peppered kisses all over Steve’s face. When you finally settled, you looked up into his eyes and said, “I’m glad that wasn’t how I spent my night,” you said, giving him as serious a look as you could manage with how happy you felt. “Then I wouldn’t have met you, and I’m really happy I met you, Steve.” 

He looked at you with so much affection, and something deeper swirling in the depths of his blue eyes, that you knew there was something special blooming between the two of you. It might have been a little early to think that—after all, you’d only met Steve that night—but you felt certain of it in your heart and soul, straight down to your bones. What you had with Steve may have been new, but you just knew that you would be in each other’s lives for a very long time.

Steve seemed to be thinking something similar because he slanted his lips to yours in a kiss that felt like coming home. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours and exhaled a soft, happy sigh. “I’m so glad I met you, too, baby girl,” he murmured softly, his lips brushing against yours. The corners of his mouth curled in a smile, and yours flickered too, knowing that whatever teasing thing he was going to say was going to make you laugh. “So glad you stumbled into my arms—twice—after getting scared in the haunted corn maze.”

You did indeed laugh at his light teasing, the sound muffled when he silenced you with a kiss. You and Steve stayed in the barn for a little while longer, kissing and talking, but eventually you knew you had to get back to your friends. 

Steve walked you back to the farm and gave you one last kiss, promising to call you and set up your pumpkin carving date for the following weekend. You practically floated on air back to your friends, who were a little cranky you’d left them for so long. But after you told them about Steve, Yelena shrieked in delight, then punched you in the arm for living out her kink. Natasha just looked happy for you. 

Once you’d bought all three of you some hot apple citer and divulged as many details as you were willing to share, your friends quickly forgave you. They were excited for you to see Steve again, though in Yelena’s case that might’ve been because you promised to ask Steve if he knew if any of his fellow scare actors were single. Still, you had a pleasant rest of the night with your friends, even if your thoughts kept straying back to Steve and the date you’d planned.

When the following weekend came around, Steve came over to your apartment and you carved pumpkins together while you baked those sugar cookies with the Halloween shapes on them. Although you did manage to get your pumpkins carved and almost the entire tray of cookies eaten, you and Steve could barely keep your hands off each other and the night ended with you screaming on his cock. It was the best ending to the night you could’ve hoped for.

Your relationship with Steve unfolded over the following weeks and months, the crush you had on the scare actor/farmer turning into so much more. Eventually, you moved in together, exchanged rings and you took his last name. No matter how many years you were together, though, you always kept up certain traditions: apple picking, carving pumpkins, and baking cookies in the fall. Though you’d put your foot down about going to haunted houses, Steve refused to stop teasing you about the time you got lost in a haunted corn maze and needed his help to find your way out.

You didn’t mind the teasing, though, since you knew it was just Steve reminding you of the night each of you met the love of your life—after getting scared and screaming in a haunted corn maze.

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Educational Desire Master List

Summary: Debbie is a college professor working within the Avenger’s compound. Her classes are usually full of cadets needing to learn another language. However, when Peter, Steve and Bucky decide to take her class, their reasons are far from educational. Can Debbie let down her guard, allowing herself to find the man or men of her dreams? Will the guys make a play for their professor? 

Chapters: 6

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful beta readers and support system @sapientesgladio and @annaofthenorthernlights   All characters in this story are over 21.

Created For: @julybreakbingo @pparkerbingo @ultimatechrisbingo @anyfandomfluffbingo

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Snowy Night

Parring: Bucky x Reader

Rated: R

Warnings: language, fluff, teasing, sexual references

Summary: After a week long mission all you want is sleep and Him.

Word Count: 804

Bingo Square: card#2 C3 @buckybarnesbingo

After being gone on a two week long mission the only thing you wanted to do was get a decent night’s sleep. However, leave it to you to arrive back at the compound during the middle of a snowstorm and a boy’s card game. You had given the guys a hello before making it to you bed. However, now thanks to their boisterous laughter you were wide awake. “Ugh! I am never going to get any sleep with those three making that much noise,” you grumbled as you peaked at your clock which read 1:00 AM. More laughter floated down the hallway heard laughter from the common room which only led to your aggravation. Finally, you decided it was no use, and got up out of bed and headed up to the next floor to Bucky’s room.

No light shone from under his door but you decided to take a chance and knock. After a couple of moments with no answer, you ask F.R.I.D.A.Y to unlock his door which is done with no hesitation. Quietly you make your way to his bedroom and gaze upon the sleeping super soldier. His head was covered up partly with his pillow as his white comforter cascaded around his scruptured form. A smile graces your lips as you take in your handsome boyfriend.

You pad over to the bed and shake him lightly on his shoulder. “Buck. Bucky. Wake up and scoot over.” He lets out a little grumble not even bothering to open his eyes.

“What? Who?” He questions half asleep. You let out a little giggle and leaned close to his ear.

“A pinup girl for the 40’s wanting to spend the night with you soldier,” you state in a seductive voice. He lets out a muffled goan. “Move over!”

Bucky lets out a sleepy chuckle and finally opens his eyes. He peeks at you standing there and throws his pillow at you while scooting over. You lay down and turn your back towards him while he tangles you up in his massive arms.

“Most beautiful pin up girl I ever had in my arms” he mumbles in your neck.

“Come on James, I just got back and It’s snowing and the guys’ card game woke me up. Besides, you owe me. You kept me up watching movies after you came back from you last mission.” A slight chuckle vibrates from his chest.

“So, tell me again what was keeping you up?” he asks again still half asleep. You let out a small sigh.

“Steve was making out with me in my bed,” you deadpan.

“What?!” Oh, now he was awake.

“Oh, now you’re awake. The card game silly. You guys are going to give me gray hair.” You snuggling in his arms and nestle up to your own personal heater. “Come on, I just got back and it's cold outside besides I haven’t seen you in two weeks.” You feel Bucky smirk in your neck as he listens to you ramble. “Can we just cuddle and talk for a little.” He tightens his arms around you and throws a leg over yours.

“Sure Doll. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Anything. Nothing I just missed you.”

“I missed you too. Glad you are safe.”

“Tisk. Please simple recon Sergeant,” you say softly. Bucky smiles, he knows you can kick ass any day of the week. He places several soft kisses on the back of my neck. His soft lips glide along your skin giving you delightful chill bumps.

“I bet you did that lot to girls back in your old days. Probably had a line of girls waiting for you to kiss them,” you tease with a smirk.

“Are you flirting with me Doll?” His husky voice makes you grin.

“You probably looked as hot in your uniform as you do now.”

“Going to keep flirting? You know you have been flirting with me since you got into my bed Sweetheart.” He smirks as he places soft kisses on your shoulders. You let out a little moan. His nimble fingers push back you hair over your shoulder as he kisses the back of your neck again. “I take that as a yes.” When you don’t respond, Bucky nibbles on your ear. Causing delightful shivers to run down your spine.

“Buck,” you moan out.

“What Baby Girl?”

“Stop teasing me,” you pout. He lets out a chuckle.

“Why don’t you tell me what you want and I just may.

“Sleep, and you. But those aren’t in any particular order,” you grumble. He would make you beg. You feel a silent chuckle rumble through his chest.

In a blink you find yourself looking up into a pair of darkening blue-gray lust filled eyes. “I think I can help you out, Doll.”

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One Night Stand (Pt. 2)

Parring: Bucky x Reader

Rated: R 

Warnings: fluff, anguish, mentions of a one night stand

Summary:  Was your time with Bucky just a one night stand or do you both really want more? You can read One Night Stand (Pt. 1) here

Word Count: 587

For/Prompt: “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” / “Why are you taking me out?” for @barnesrogersvstheworld Challange Challenge (sorry so late)

Square filled: B4 Sleep Deprivation for Bucky Banes Bingo @buckybarnesbingo

Since you had left Bucky’s room sleep had not been your friend. It eluded you now for almost two days. You moved around the compound like a zombie and avoided Bucky with all cost.  

Little did you know that Bucky didn’t want you to feel that way. In fact, he had picked up his phone numerous times to call you but always placed it back down wondering if he was doing the right thing.

It wasn’t until Steve had enough and placed you both in the same room together did you finally decide you needed to talk to Bucky about the other night. “You two are going to talk or your off missions for a month!” Steve growled. 

“Come on Stevie you don’t mean that?” Bucky asked as he slumped down into the chair beside you. 

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One Night Stand

Parring: Bucky x Reader

Summary: The morning after a one night stand causes you anxiety and tears.

Rated: R (just for good measure)

Warnings: language, mentions of sex (not graphic), anxiety, low self esteem, angist

You never really planned on this to happen well maybe you did. Nevertheless, you were doing the walk of same down the hallway from his room back to yours.

Damn him and damn you. You knew this would only be a one time thing. Please what would a man like that have anything to do with you?

So why did you feel so much like shit? You blamed it on your own anxiety but secretly you knew it wasn’t just that it was the fact you were in love with him.

Wait! In love? Hell no. No way. You can’t be. You open the door to your room thankful that the ‘walk of shame’ had been a quiet one. You step inside closing the door behind you.

You pull back the covers of your bed and pile in underneath the cool sheets. Small tears begin to fill your eyes that you brush away as you send him a text.

Your mind relives the evens of last night. Words that were said, sounds that were made and of course the feel of his body next to yours.

“Goin’ to make you feel so good Baby Girl.” You skirm under his touch. His hands pushing up your shirt in each side of your body skimming against your rib cage. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he pulls another high from your body. You cum hard. Calling out his name.

You roll him over as you settle on his hips. You rock slowly at first as he wimpier a out your name. You lean down and skim his lips. “Mark me. Make me yours,” you mumble. A smirk plays upon his as he tilts you head back. His lips find your neck nipping and sucking on it drawing his mark to the surface.

“You look so pretty ridding me. Fuck,” he curses as he cums deep within you. “You are perfect, Doll.”

You touch your swollen lips with your thumb as more tears fall. “Dammit!” You curse outload. “How could I let this happen?” You knew better. You send one more text and decide that you’re send no more. Damn him for making you feel this way. “I’m just another easy lay for him. Right?”

Down the hallway a man wakes up slowly. He reaches for her only to find the opposite side of his bed cold. “Doll?” He calls out into the empty space but you do not answer.

He shifts and prompts himself up on his forsrms. “Shit,” he grumbles to himself. He pulls the covers back and steps out of his bed nude reaching down to retrieve his clothes.

He pulls them one and grabs his phone. There’s a text. He reads it only to have his heart sink. ‘Thanks for last night it was fun-😉 Can we do it again some time Bucky?’ It was sent way over two hours ago. Then another one an hour later ‘Sorry never mind that was presumptuous of me just ugh...’

He lets out a little sigh and flops back into bed. “Fuck, maybe this was just a one night stand.” He decides not to text her. That’s for the best right?

Right?

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I Win

2.5k words

Summary: You’re practicing combat with Bucky, but he never intended to win- not in a fight, anyway.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Smutty smut smut, dom/sub dynamics (switch!Bucky x switch!reader), reader is more explicitly female this time (reader is afab, is referred to as ma'am and princess), lowkey brat taming (don't ask me which is the brat and which is the tamer because I don't know), Bucky's got the long hair because I said so, consent is implied but not explicitly given, relationship unspecified but it's assumed that they've hooked up before, hair pulling, finger sucking, unprotected piv sex (wrap it before you tap it), handjob, edging, scratching (Bucky receiving), Bucky and reader physically fight, blood, slight blood kink (reader licks Bucky's blood off his lip, don't do this irl it's so unsanitary), knife kink, mention of voyeurism, let me know if I missed anything!

While reading, I recommend you listen to enemies to lovers - a Spotify playlist by me!

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"You can't be tired already."

He'd been saying that for an hour. Even when you entertained him in whatever form of combat he demanded next, he threw taunt after taunt at you. Broad shoulders hunched over in a fighting stance, flesh and metal fingers wiggling in anticipation, mouth corners stretched apart in ecstatic snark.

"C'mon kid, you've gotta give me something. We just gonna dance around for another hour?"

You could hear it in his voice that he didn't mean any of it. Bucky had sung your praises on plenty of occasions so you knew he was just egging you on for the sake of a good match. But he also had a knack for reading you uncomfortably well, and he'd commented more than once about how frustrated and stressed out you'd been. So you also knew he was doing this for your own good.

That didn't mean he wasn't driving you up a wall. Combat seemed to be both the problem and the solution in this scenario.

Scratch that. The problem was Bucky and his big mouth.

You heaved a sigh that was audibly frustrated, pouring water down your throat to keep your mouth from saying anything stupid. The weaponry rack right by your head wasn't helping much.

"So are you just-"

Whoosh!

Before even you could comprehend what was happening, you'd swung a knife with a blade the size of your hand in his direction, landing bullseye into a dummy behind him with a dull noise, sending the target flying.

But Bucky just wasn't quitting.

"Where was all that rage during the brawl, huh princess?" He held his hands up incredulously. "Turns out you're holding out on me, all this time I thought you were just weak."

In an instant, you had him pinned. Sat on his chest, legs weighing down either arm, and a knife - identical to the one you'd kabobbed a dummy with seconds earlier - pressed against his throat.

"Ah, there you are." Bucky grinned, eyes shining lasciviously.

"Say another damn word, Barnes, I'm begging you." You grit, pressing the blade in harder.

His voice never wavered, amusement only becoming increasingly more aggravating. "Begging, huh? I like the sound of that."

"Then let's hear it." With sharp and final movements you hoist yourself up and down, seating yourself directly on Bucky's lap.

You may have smirked a little too proudly when you watched the wind get knocked out of him and his body curl into itself. His arms, now freed, flew to your hips. They seemed not to know whether or not to pull you off of him or keep you there.

You didn't give him the chance to make that decision, taking a fistful of hair and yanking it forward so that your mouths met in a sloppy, heavy-breathed kiss. The groan that spilled from his mouth to yours only encouraged your fervor, dragging your hips against his oh so slowly.

The sound that rumbled in Bucky's throat was akin to thunder, his mouth falling open, shoulders tensing and relaxing under your fingers. You felt his Adam's apple knock against the knife followed by a sharp exhale through his nose.

"G'na be the death of me," Bucky breathed, head lolling back when you pressed an open kiss on his pulse point. "Fuck."

"Shut up." You huffed, nipping at his earlobe and letting out a moan, sending shivers down his spine at the sound. A quick hand made quick work of his pants, tugging them down just enough to pull out his leaking cock, twitching at your touch. His hips kicked into your fist at the feeling, but you held him down.

"Be still, or you get nothing," you said firmly, thumb grazing over the top with a feather-light touch. You tapped the collar of his shirt with the tip of the blade. "Off."

Bucky followed, eyes heavy and dark on you as he practically tore the shirt from his body. He was still smirking, but his confidence and snark was beginning to wither and replace itself with something else, something more intense, something needier.

"Open." You said. Bucky watched you for a moment, as if your intentions would be written in your eyes. Although you couldn't read his expression, his jaw dropped slowly, tongue following until it stopped at his lip. His head wasn't tilted up to look at you, he was watching you through his lashes.

Your fingers traced over Bucky's bottom lip, and over the tip of his tongue in the process- you swore his mouth opened wider at the contact. The pads of your index and middle slid against his tongue, and his mouth closed over the digits as soon as they were in past the knuckle.

Your stomach flipped over at the sight, at the feeling. Bucky's tongue laved over your fingers in earnest, quiet noises and huffs barely audible over the television static in your brain.

You had figured out by this point that he'd let you pin him, that he was letting you boss him around. His stare shot exhilaration through you, like he was ready to pounce at any minute, and God knows he was so tempted, but it was something else keeping him there. Whether it be that he was too amused or too hypnotized by your menace of movement and order, neither of you knew. Neither of you cared.

"Not so mouthy now, are you Barnes?" you seethed, tugging your fingers back to his cock, now bobbing heavily at his stomach. When he didn't answer, you glared at him. "Speak."

"No, ma'am."

You hummed, an evil satisfaction rippling through you. Absentmindedly you began toying with his dick, eyes trained on his tortured expression. The way he swallowed thickly when you squeezed his base, gasped when your thumb teased feather-light over his tip, whimpered when you traced the underside with one finger.

You felt him throbbing against your palm. Your movements never got any faster, just meaner. Teasing him without giving any real friction, letting the anticipation bring him towards the edge. His hair was beginning to stick to his neck, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. Bucky's eyes were screwed shut, brows were knit together, and in a curious moment of tenderness you almost felt compelled to smooth it out with your thumb.

But when he opened his eyes, so full of need, you lost any lingering resolve for kindness. Your gaze fell back to the knife, now loosened against him as your attention had wandered. You turned it over a few times, watching the reflected glint of light flicker over his collarbone. Bucky let out a shuddering breath when you traced the tip of the blade down his chest, grazing his stomach, then up again.

It was when the blade moved up his throat that your brain short-circuited. The tip pressed ever so slightly against the underside of his chin, tilting his head up to look at you. Lust-blown eyes, hooded and hungry, stared into your soul.

You frowned when you saw Bucky's lip caught in his teeth. "Nuh uh, none of that." You held his jaw firmly in your hand, and his lip fell back into place, followed by a stream of delicious sounds that sent fire licking in your gut.

What you didn't expect, however, was the small line of red on his lower lip, and in a moment of instinct, you dipped your head down to swipe it away with your tongue. Bucky jerked up at the feeling.

His mistake.

Bucky nearly whined when you let go of him, his cock aching and impossibly hard. You sat back, licking your fingers tantalizingly.

"What the fuck?"

"I said don't move, Barnes. Guess you're weaker than I thought."

Bucky tensed his jaw, fingers curling and uncurling furiously. "Please."

You glanced up from your hand in faux boredom. "What was that?"

"You wanted to hear me beg," he grits, hands tugging you so that you were sat firm on his naked lap. "So I'm begging."

"I'm listening."

"Please. Please, princess, need you on my fuckin' cock."

"Go on." You couldn't help the rolling of your hips, which only made him clutch you harder.

"Please."

"That's it, Barnes, you're getting there." Heat swelled in between your legs at his breathless words.

"Please, princess, need you so bad."

"Bucky."

"Please."

"Fuck me."

Just as quickly as you had him pinned, he'd done the same to you. Knife yanked from your grasp and thrown somewhere across the room, Bucky pinned both of your hands down on either side of your head, licking and biting furiously at your neck while his hips rutted frantically over your core.

But that satiated him only for a moment. His hands pulled yours over your head, weighed down while his flesh hand yanked your shorts down to your knees, where you kicked them off.

"Fuckin' soaked, sweetheart. What's got you so worked up?"

You wanted to wipe the stupid grin off his stupid face- he'd probably be honored to let you- but you couldn't deny either that the answer he implied was entirely correct.

You felt his fingers take a handful of thigh, groping and caressing. His eyes flickered from his work to your face and back, relishing in watching your knee twitch and your breath hitch at every brush, every stroke of his thumb over the seam of your underwear.

"Barnes, I swear to God-"

"What? What are you gonna do?" Bucky leaned down, nose brushing yours and hair curtaining around his head. "You wanted me to fuck you. That's what I'm doing."

Any back-handed response you might have had died on your tongue when his hand jerked your underwear aside and cupped your bare cunt, making your back arch into him and mouth fall open in a moan.

Bucky was no stranger to thorough teasing, and on any other occasion he would have gladly employed it, but he wanted you now. And with your wetness webbing on his palm, he didn't need it. His middle finger pushed into you with little resistance, curling and massaging.

"Oh, she likes that." Bucky smirks with far too much satisfaction. "Sucking me right in, crying for me."

And then Bucky nailed it. That spongy spot deep inside of you that obliterated any sense of reason or shame, replacing it with ecstatic need.

"And there she is." Bucky purred, wiping a bead of sweat tickling your hairline. "You know, you put up a good fight, but when it comes down to it, you're a pliant little housecat. All she wants is a little attention and she'll do just about anything for it. Isn't that right?"

You didn't actually give him an answer, but with how enthusiastically you were crying out, you might as well have pledged your allegiance.

"All she wants is a good dicking down, huh? Get all that frustration outta ya, that's what we're gonna do. Fuck you right to sleep."

He'd given you plenty of cue, but the stretch and friction still had you gasping. You watched his patience dissipate the deeper inside of you he got. His hand freed yours, both coming up to grip your hips and pull you closer, until his pubic bone was pressed against your clit.

His hands were shaking from bliss, and when you started rolling your hips up into his he thought he might die. His movements were slow, but firm and deep and enough to have you seeing stars. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knowing exactly how to angle himself so that his cock dragged against you just right, so that his pubic bone soothed the ache in your clit.

"There you go, princess, y'like that? So strung out, so snappy, needed to get that fixed." Bucky's hand pressed against your lower stomach, a gruff noise ripped from him when he felt his cock push up into his palm- you let out a sound similar, the extra pressure sending you into bliss. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

"God, Bucky, right there, right there," you gasped. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop or-"

"Or?" he practically laughed at you. Your lack of response made him actually do it. "Head's so empty, no fuckin' thoughts except how cockdrunk she is."

Although he might have spoken like he wasn't, Bucky was just as intoxicated by the feeling of you, and his movements showed it. His animalistic thrusts, sloppier by the minute, were unrelenting and passionate. His ragged breath swallowed by your lips, feeding into his ears the purest and filthiest visions of sin that he saw when he opened his eyes.

He could feel you dripping onto him, feel your cunt clenching around him. That and every touch of your skin against his and nothing else.

"Y'like that, princess? Can feel you squeezing me, you must be close."

He knew your telltale signs like they'd been branded on the back of his brain, trinkets of knowledge he'd long coveted and hoarded like a dragon with treasure ever since you'd given it to him. His only goal now was to put it to good use, and Lord was he.

Your hands came up to grip his hair, dragging him down into a bruising kiss. When he pulled away, you whimpered, but he only shook his head.

"Gotta hear you, doll, loud and clear. Atta girl, let me hear everything you're feeling."

"God, so good, Bucky, so close," you cried, nails dragging down his chest and leaving pink lines in their wake.

You knew Bucky was saying something, but the ringing in your ears and white blurring your vision overtook your sense as your orgasm washed over you, bathing you in ecstasy.

Bucky's hips pistoned into you manically until they stilled, rolling softly until he spilled into you with a guttural groan.

The both of you lay still for a moment, basking in the afterglow. Runner's high was nothing compared to the satisfaction you'd both pulled from each other.

Suddenly the intercom chimed, shattering the bubble of haze. "For the record, that is most certainly not what that room is for."

"Stark-" Bucky pulled out of you with as much haste as he could manage while both of you were sensitive, throwing you your pants. "What the fuck are you-"

"Don't worry, I can't see you. I can, however, tell you that if that floor is not cleaned, Christ alive I will send you into your next life."

You let out a laugh at Bucky's expression, a mix between indignance and mortification. "At least he didn't waltz in with a bag of popcorn."

"Such a blessing," Bucky retorted, pulling his shirt over his head. "He'd start making comments like a movie critic."

"Or start cheering like it was a wrestling match."

"Dear god, I hate you." Bucky shook his head, the mirth written on his face indicative that his words held no real venom.

"Not what it sounded like a minute ago."

"Oh yeah?" Bucky cocked a brow, pulling you closer by your hands. "What did it sound like a minute ago?"

"Mm, I can't seem to remember." You cocked your head. "C'mon, maybe I'll remember in the shower."

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Day 8, Knife Kink with Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Day 8, Knife Kink with Bucky Barnes

Warning: Knife play, smut

Words: 3,199

A/N: MINORS DNI! Thanks again to @give-me-a-moose for beta-reading this! Dedicated to my wife, @lifeofrileyp - Enjoy boo. Please Like and Reblog

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It was safe to say that you were going to hell.

Warmth radiated between your thighs as you watched him handle the knife. He stood before the agent, twirling the knife between his fingers as he watched the agent.

Intimidation was something that Bucky Barnes did well. A tall man with large shoulders, he towered over nearly everyone. This dark metal arm was a clear sign of strength and power, both mentally and physically.

No longer the Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes didn’t torture others for information. He did, however, intimidate them into providing that information. Face stone cold and a knife twirling between his fingers, he was working his part perfectly.

The man, a low-level agent for some underground terrorist organisation, was quick to give up the information Bucky needed, his stance and reputation more than enough. The twirling of the knife was just the icing on the cake, a silent threat to not mislead Bucky with the information that he was being given.

Watching his handle that knife… was it strange that it turned you on? Was it wrong that his handling of a deadly weapon just made you want to rip your clothes off and let him take you there and then? That you wanted him to run the tip of that knife over your body, gentle enough not to cut you and hard enough for the thrill to tingle your skin. Actually, scrap the thought of you striping your clothes for him; you wanted him to cut them off of you.

“I don’t know anything else, I swear,” the agent cried, eyes squeezed shut tightly.

“Mmm, I don’t think you’re telling the truth.” Bucky traced the knife over the agent’s cheekbone, eyes following the tip of the blade. “Come on, Phillips. I know about Blaj, I know you worked a few missions over there. Tell me what I want to know.”

Phillips grit his teeth for a few moments before giving in, “August 18th, we were sent to go undercover to infiltrate the governmental scientific base stationed 2 miles south of Blaj. We got made three weeks by a scientist in the genetic department. Lukas Wagner reported to his supervisor, not in the base but his supervisor within Hydra.”

“And they brought you into their circle, we know this.” Bucky nodded, tapping his cheek with the blade. “What I want to know, is what you were trying to get your hands on… Come on, Phillips, don’t hold out on me now.”

With a clenched jaw, he sighed heavily. “Wagner was meant to be working on the development of regenerative organic material but while he’s doing that, he was also developing the opposite. Organisms which can have a degenerative effect, to be used against Hydra enemies on an international level.”

“And…” Bucky prodded.

“He was making headway when I was pulled off the mission. He thought he had found a way to stabilize the organic compound and then make it activate to do something else, but he hadn’t been able to perfect the degenerative ability,” Phillips said.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Bucky said before turning to face you. With a small tilt of his head, he beckoned you to follow him from the wall.

Shutting the door to the interrogation room behind you, you followed Bucky down the hall. The hard part was done, basically all by Bucky, and all that was left to do was to inform the rest of the team about the information that had been gathered.

“I’ll let the team know, you can go get some rest,” Bucky told you. “You’ve been up for nearly 38 hours straight.”

“Are you sure, you’ve been up nearly as long as I have,” you protested.

“Yeah, course. I’ve got to check in with Steve and Tasha anyway,” he assured, nodding towards the lift. “Go ahead.”

After bidding Bucky goodnight, you made your way into the lift. Turning to face the door, you and Bucky exchange a nod before he turns to head to the meeting room. Your eyes trace over his back, focusing in on the knife which you can just about see from where it’s attached to his belt.

You were going to dream about that knife for days, you were sure of it.

All you could think about was Bucky and his handling of the weapon. Of him trailing it across your skin, chuckling darkly in your ear while whispering words of filth to you. Oh god, what you would give to get him in your bed and between your thighs.

Returning to your room, you quickly changed into a loose top and remain in your panties. You climbed into bed, your heart beating heavily in your chest as arousal builds throughout your body. Need fuelled you and you grabbed a metal pen from your desk, reclining on your bed against your pillows.

Closing your eyes, you imagined that Bucky was kneeling on the bed beside you. Holding the pen lightly in your hand, you traced it along the outside of your leg. With your eyes closed and focusing solely on the sensations, you were barely able to imagine that the tip of the pen was really the tip of Bucky’s knife.

You moved it to the inside of your thigh, tracing small circles into the soft meat of your legs and avoiding the warmth of your centre. Your lips rubbed together as you moved the pen higher. You ran it across the lining of your panties, the metal cool against the warmth of your abdomen.

With your free hand, you pushed your top over your chest. The metal moved up, ghosting over your ribs and then the swell of your breast. Circling your nipple, your breathing hitched as you imagined the tip of the pen was the point of a sharp knife.

You don’t even realise that your free hand has dipped into your panties. A small moan escaped as your fingers dipped into the wetness of your folds, gathering it and bringing it up to circle around your clit. A shiver passes through your body and while the pleasure was great, it wasn’t enough.

You’d only just begun, and you knew it wouldn’t be enough.

Was there even a point of continuing if you knew that you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to completion? With a heavy sigh of annoyance, you remove your hand from your panties and drop the pen onto your bedside table.

You heard the sound of heavy footsteps in the corridor outside your room. Bucky. You shared your floor with him, Steve and Natasha, and the latter two were on a mission in Argentina. It had to be him, it couldn’t be anyone else, no one else had access to this floor.

Fuck it.

You jumped out of bed, rushing to the door and quickly pulling it open. Having just passed your door, Bucky stopped and turned to face you. His eyes widened slightly, taking in the sight of you in nothing but your panties and a shirt that barely touched the tops of your thighs.

“Get your ass in here, now,” you ordered, stepping to the side to let him pass.

“What?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“You really fucking turned me on earlier and my fingers just aren’t going to cut it tonight and I really want you,” you told him, watching a blush cover his cheeks at your bluntness. “So please, will you just fuck me?”

“I-erm-I-yeah?” he nodded awkwardly, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he looks over you again.

“Good, now get your ass in here,” you reached forward, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him into your bedroom.

His hands grasped your waist, spinning you around as the door shut behind you both. Hands on either side of his neck, you pushed yourself onto your tiptoes to connect your lips to his. You moaned into the kiss, heat travelling throughout your body as Bucky pulled you against him. His hand moved from your waist to your ass, pulling you tightly against him.

Metal hand on your ass, you were lifted up and your legs wrapped around his waist. Your back was placed against the bed with him leaning over you. His lips left yours, kissing down your neck. Leaning up, he tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. He threw it to the side before pulling away slightly, hands going to his belt.

“Let me just get rid of this, baby,” he said, pulling the sheath with the knife from his belt, intent on setting it safely on the bedside table.

“No,” you protested, stopping him from setting it aside. “Use it on me.”

“Use it on you?” Bucky asked, head tilting slightly.

“I had to watch you twirl that knife in your hands for over an hour. All I could think about was you tracing it over my body,” you answered. “Please, Bucky.”

“Are you sure?” he checked, grasping your chin to ensure that your eyes meet his.

“Yes,” you confirmed.

Unsheathing the knife, Bucky leaned over you again. The flat of the blade is pressed against your skin, running up your side. He pressed his lips against yours, his tongue seeking entrance as the tip of the blade travelled the underside of your left breast.

You moaned into the kiss, your thighs rubbing together, and heat blossomed throughout your body. You never thought that the danger of a knife pressed against your skin would be such a turn on, but you weren’t disappointed in the feelings it sent through your body.

The knife moved up your body, over your pebbled nipple, and to your neck. The blade pressed into the skin of your throat, not enough for the skin to break but with enough pressure for you to feel it. Your breathing hitched, heart stuttering in your chest.

“You gonna behave for me, doll?” Bucky asked, lips pressed to the underside of your chin.

“Yes,” you breathed.

Bucky moved the blade down your torso, tracing your belly button with the knife’s tip before letting the sharp tip move lower. The elastic of your panties was stretched before Bucky allowed them to snap back against your skin, making you gasp and your hips twitch away from the sudden shock.

The knife tapped lightly against the outside of your thigh before moving under the strap of your panties. They were pulled tight against your body for a moment, the elastic squeezing you slightly, before the blade cut through the fabric.

Quickly cutting the other side of your panties, Bucky threw your ruined panties to the side. Your legs were pushed open, and as he leaned forward to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh, he moaned as your scent filled his senses.

“God, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he spoke, tongue tracing one of the stretch marks on your inner thigh.

His hands pushed your thighs further apart and he settled himself between them, biting his lip. Your hands clenched the bedsheets as you felt cold metal trace your lower lips, clenching your eyes shut while forcing yourself not to move as a shiver ran through your body.

The flesh fingers of his free hand spread the lips of your pussy. Another moan left Bucky as he got a clear view of your glistening wetness. His mouth watered and he fought the urge, the instinct, to bury his face in your pussy.

He tapped the flat of the blade against your clit, the threat of him slipping sending a thrill of danger through you that just made you wetter. God. You clenched around nothing, your pussy begging for something to squeeze tightly, your body wanting its sweet release.

Bucky’s metal hand flipped the knife, catching it by its blade. The handle circles your clit, pressing firmly over it and making you moan loudly. He moved the handle lower, tracing your slip. The base pushed at your hole, stretching you barely.

“Look at how wet you are, doll, I bet I could slip this handle right into you. Fuck you with my knife.” He bit your thigh when you moaned wantonly at his words. “Would you like that, doll? Do you want me to fuck you with my knife?”

“Bucky, please,” you begged, your hips tilting.

“Mm, maybe next time,” he said, pulling the knife away and burying his face in your pussy.

His left arm curled around your thigh, perfectly positioned so he can hold the knife by its blade and hold the handle against your clit. His tongue, that glorious muscle, went straight to work in sending you to heaven.

Your hands moved to grip his hair, your fingers tangling through the strands. Your hips moved to meet the strokes of his tongue, your eyes squeezed shut as the shivers of ecstasy run through your body. Tingles ran down your spine, along your arms, through your legs, and making them shake.

The coil in your stomach tightened and with a gasp, your body shaking, the coil broke. White hot bliss flooded your body as your orgasm washed over you. His name fell like a prayer from your lips, a spacey smile on your face as your heart fluttered through your chest.

A kiss was pressed against your thigh before his lips traced a trial up your body. A soft moan escaped as he nipped at the underside of your breast, a tug of your nipple between his lips, tongue lapping over it. After sucking a dark mark into your neck, he pressed a long kiss to your lips with a deep moan of his own.

His hips rolled softly yet firmly into yours as he spoke lowly into your ear, “Will you let me have you, doll?”

“Bucky” you moaned, rolling your hips to meet his.

“Yeah, doll,” he kissed the skin beneath your ear. “You gonna let me have you? Please, doll, let me have you.”

“Yes,” you nodded, pulling at the back of his shirt. “You can have me, please, Bucky, you can have me.”

“You’re perfect,” he told you, making a different kind of warmth flood your chest.

Sitting up, he was quick to remove his clothes, throwing them to the floor of your bedroom. Hands gripping your hips, he pulled to down, your hips flush together. He leaned over you and when you sawthe flash of the metal of the blade, another shiver went through your body.

The blade pressed against your throat, “Stay still for me, baby.”

And with that, he swiftly entered you, stealing the air from your lungs.

Your hands grasped the globes of his ass, anchoring him to you as he thrust deeply into you. His cock stroked your walls in a delicious rhythm, making him adjust his hold on the knife to ensure he didn’t cut you when your head pushed in the bed, your neck exposing itself more to him.

The cool metal of the blade and the danger it held, only added to the ecstasy which flowed through you. Your pleasure was taken to a new level, fireworks behind your closed eyes. The sounds of his moans filled your senses, and the knowledge that you were bringing him pleasure made you bite your lip.

“You feel so good, baby,” he moaned into your ear. “Doing so good for me.”

“Please, Buck,” you begged, head tilting back further, the blade harder against your skin.

Holding his weight on his knees as he continued to thrust into you, his metal hand took hold of your jaw. Holding it tightly, he pressed the blade against your neck. The sharp edge traced the vein in your neck, beating erratically as he took you to new heights.

“Are you gonna be my good girl or am I going to have to punish you?” he asked, each word punctuated with a thrust of his hips. When your breathy moans didn’t satisfy him as an answer, you felt a very light nip on your neck. “Look what you made me do baby, you need to learn some manners. Need to answer me when I ask you a question.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, welling up with tears of pleasure, as you felt a single drop of blood seep from the cut on your neck. With the hesitance Bucky showed earlier towards using the knife in bed, you never expected that he would actually cut you but, by God, was this a great surprise.

The coil in your stomach, built from the rough and deep thrusts Bucky was subjecting you too, was on the brink of snapping. You could taste it on your tongue, could see the ultimate feeling just ahead of you, calling your name.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl?” Bucky repeated his question.

“Yes,” you answered.

“When I count down from three, I want you to cum,” he ordered. “You understand?”

“I understand,” you confirmed.

A low chuckle escaped him at your helplessness, his balls tightening over the clear show of power her had over you. God, he had wanted you for so long. The fact that you wanted him too, and that you were willing to be so vulnerable with him? God, you were perfect.

“Three,” he counted, roughly letting go of your jaw and gaining a moan from you. “Two,” He leaned down, resting his forearm against the bed to get closer to you. “One, cum for me baby!” He pressed his lips to yours, giving you a particularly hard thrust.

You whimpered into the kiss as the band snapped. Your vision went white, fire flushing through your veins as your orgasm took over. Your body shook, pushing up to press flush against Bucky’s. You’d never cum so hard before, the feeling unlike anything else you’d experienced before.

In your blissed-out haze, you didn’t notice that your nails dig into the globes of Bucky’s ass. The sharp feeling makes him moan loudly, hips stuttering before he painted your walls. The warmth filling you made you moan, your hips lifting to welcome his spend.

When both of your breaths calmed, he pulled out of you with a low groan, falling beside you onto the bed. “That was amazing.”

“I can’t believe you cut me,” you chuckled, your fingers wiping at the single drop of blood.

“Shit, I’m sorry, doll,” he apologised, pushing up to rest on his elbow to examine the tiny cut.

“It’s okay, it really got me to that edge,” you assured him, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

“Oh yeah?” he asked with a wicked grin, biting his bottom lip. “You liked that? You like me using my knife on you, like me having your life in my hands while I fuck you?”

“I swear, if you don’t shut up, we won’t be leaving this bed for a very long time,” you warned, your hand stroking down his side.

Bucky chuckled, moving to get on top of you again as you giggled at his enthusiasm. “That’s fine with me baby. I’ve been trying to get into your bed for a long time. I’ll happily stay in it for the rest of my life.”

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Educational Desire Master List

Summary: Debbie is a college professor working within the Avenger’s compound. Her classes are usually full of cadets needing to learn another language. However, when Peter, Steve and Bucky decide to take her class, their reasons are far from educational. Can Debbie let down her guard, allowing herself to find the man or men of her dreams? Will the guys make a play for their professor? 

Chapters: 6

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful beta readers and support system @sapientesgladio and @annaofthenorthernlights   All characters in this story are over 21.

Created For: @julybreakbingo @pparkerbingo @ultimatechrisbingo @anyfandomfluffbingo

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Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Educational Desire

Parring: Debbie (OC) x Steve Rogers, Debie x Bucky Barnes, Debie x Peter Parker

Rating: Explicit 

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: NSFW, professor/student relations, language, flirtation, alcohol use, light BDSM, foursomes, voyeurism, oral sex (female and male receiving), anal sex, fingering, vaginal sex

Summary: Debbie is a college professor working within the Avenger’s compound. Her classes are usually full of cadets needing to learn another language. However, when Peter, Steve and Bucky decide to take her class, their reasons are far from educational. Can Debbie let down her guard, allowing herself to find the man or men of her dreams? Will the guys make a play for their professor? 

Chapter 6 of 6

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful beta readers and support system @sapientesgladio and @annaofthenorthernlights   All characters in this story are over 21.

Created For: @julybreakbingo / heavy breathing/grunting/groaning/grunting/gasping / foreplay @pparkerbingo/ kink discovery I5  @ultimatechrisbingo / that’s America's Ass  N4 @anyfandomgoesbingo / title of your sex tape B2

“Have you jerked off today? If not, I want to help you.” Debbie’s new self confidence is extremely sexy. Her words dripped like honey. Her eyes focused upon Steve as to challenge him to make his long anticipated move. 

Steve’s smirk tells Deb he finds it irresistible as hell. “No, baby girl, I haven’t. I rather cum in you.” His ocean blue eyes run over her body, sending delightful shivers down to her core. 

She takes a step closer to Steve, who is now standing in the middle of the kitchen with a teasing smirk. “You’re a sassy ass.” 

“That’s America’s ass, to you.”

“Um, do you realize that sounds like the title to your sex tape.. if you had one, of course.” 

“What makes you think I don’t, Doll?” Now it was her turn to blush. She felt the heat reach her cheeks, knowing Steve was getting to her. 

Buck leans his back on the bar, sipping his whisky. “You walked right into that one,” he jokes.

“Oh, who asked you anyway?” Deb mutters, trying to gain composure. 

Bucky places the tumbler onto the counter. He makes three large strides towards Deb. “You were the one who asked me to judge this little flirting match of yours.” He runs his hungry eyes over her body, his cock twitching in anticipation.  “Considering we all have put the moves on you, doll face, I don’t understand why we haven’t got a room and fucked it out yet.” 

“With lots of cums from me, baby,” adds Peter from his seat.

Buck re-approaches her again with his play, as his voice drops an octave as he asks, "Are you a morning person or a moaning person? Can we figure it out?" He thumbs Deb’s lower lip, making her blush while her goddess fans herself swooning. Bucky smirks at his success, backing up once more, leaning against the counter.  

The guys didn’t play fair. They had her turned on her body, wanting them to take her now. She gains her composure, clearing her throat nervously. “You just might find out, Sergeant Barnes.” Her voice slightly shakes with anticipation. Bucky gives her a wink, adjusting himself with his right hand to relieve the pressure of his growing erection. 

Peter bites his bottom lip while undressing Debbie with his eyes. "Are you my homework? Because I wanna slam you on a desk and do you twice because I put my name in the wrong place.” He knows with just one glance he has won her over. “Stupid geography test….”

Oh, God, what had she gotten herself into? Debbie thinks as her inner goddess applauses and pats Deb on the shoulder. Good girl, you got them to prove their points! Now, go get them!  “You guys are to the point.” 

“Nope, it’s amazing how long we can last,” Steve adds. Deb's mind echoes the previous question, she thought to herself.

Steve and Bucky exchange glances. Buck nods towards Peter. “I’m game. Pete, how about you?” 

“Anything Deb wants is perfect with me. Besides, a hottie in my bed is always well-treated.” His lust-filled eyes run over her body. Debbie backs up nervously while her inner goddess is giving a fist pump.

Steve salutes up to her, grabbing hold of her waistband, not letting her back away from him. His lips meld with hers and that’s all it takes for her to melt. Bucky and Pete senses it immediately, stripping quickly. She’s lost in his kiss as he backs her up to the small dinette table. He lifts her effortlessly upon the table and then pulls off her pants. 

 "I'm buying you skirts from now on," Bucky whispers into Debbie’s ear as his teeth nip at her neck. 

Peter hastily unbuttons her blouse and the intimate lacy articles underneath. They are discarded to the floor, allowing him to enjoy a beautiful view. His eagerness slowed as he cups her soft breasts, admiring them. “Fuck, your tits are beautiful, baby.” Debbie gasps as he latches his mouth on the right, giving it the love it deserves as his hand plays with her left nipple. 

Debbie’s fingers immediately go to Peter’s hair, tugging it gently, not wanting him to stop. As Peter moans during the act, the reverberations and sound causes the desire to pool in her lower abdomen.

Steve kneels before her. His naughty tongue circles her clit as two fingers dive into her divine wetness. “Fuck baby, all this for us?” Bucky palms his hard cock while his wet tongue dances with Debbie’s.

 She tilts her head backwards, a breathy “Ye-yes,” falling from her lips.

“Yes, what?” He demands. His thumb hovering over her sensitive nub, she could feel the heat from him but him not touching her clit caused her to whine.

“Y-es, Captain,”  she answers obediently.

“Good girl.”  Steve then rubs his thumb in circular motions on her clitoris. Giving the good girl what she deserves.

“Buck mmm — you need to feel how tight her pussy is.” 

“You want me to do that, baby girl?” Bucky husks against the shell of her ear, before nipping her lobe.

“Mm yes, Sergeant.” 

“Which hand?” 

“Left,” she stutters.

 “Looks like our girl has a metal arm kink.” He moves to kneel beside Steve, who has removed his fingers, while keeping his hot tongue teasing her roused pearl.  Cool metal fingers dive into her warm pussy, causing an excited shudder to radiate through her body. “You’re so wet, Draga.” Buck curls his long fingers, pumping them slowly at first, then faster.

Debbie moans loudly, giving Peter’s tongue the chance to slither in and kiss her deeply.The sensual sounds from her causes his arousal to harden. Eagerly, he swallows each of her moans while he grasps his cock. “Looks like we are finding more kinks,” he states after breaking the kiss.

The overstimulation from the men sends desire coursing through her veins as she comes undone under the special care of her lovers. Bucky maintains eye contact with her, removes his fingers and licks them. 

Peter picks Debbie up, carrying her into his bedroom as the others follow.  He lays her on the bed like an honored porn star as the three climb onto the mattress. Deb sits up, motioning to the men with a come hither finger, scooting back with a teasing smile. 

Peter grabs her ankle, pulling her gently toward the three as she giggles. “Baby, tell us what you want.” Her eyes darken with excitement. 

“I want you to fuck my mouth. Steve to fuck my pussy and Bucky to fuck my ass.” 

Steve’s eyes darken as he gets comfortable on the bed. He pats his lap pulling Debbie to straddle his waist. She runs her eyes over his girth's length. “All aboard, Sweetheart, it’s all yours.” She leans down to kiss him as her fair falls around his face like a veil. Her pussy welcoming his length as one would a long-lost friend. Steve places his hands upon her waist. 

Bucky grabs the lube from the nightstand, running a generous amount over his flesh, fingers pumping them into her ass. Deb whimpers as he replaces them with his cock.  Steve begins to thrust upward and Bucky inward. 

Peter moves close holding his weeping cock to her lips. Deb licks her lips and then takes him into her moist mouth. “Ohhh fuck,” he curses,as he grasps her hair and tugs it tightly.

Pornographic noises radiate through the small space. Steve helps her ride him with ease. Bucky thrusts into his lover, making sure they are both satisfied. Peter fucks her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. The way her body takes each man has them panting. Steve’s cock presses against her sweet spot while Deb bucks her hips backwards towards Bucky. Her body is close to unbridled passion. 

Steve fondles her breasts, moaning while Bucky reaches around to rub her clit. Peter places one hand on her neck, adding a small amount of pressure. One more thrust has her body quaking around her lovers. Steve and Bucky have filled her with their cum, nestled deep inside her.  The warm sensation causes Debbie to moan loudly around Peter's cock. He hits the back of her throat, his hot cum coating its prize. 

Debbie collapses, her body spent.   Steve cuddles her close to his chest as they come down from their highs. Fingertips run gently over her back. 

Bucky retrieves a wet cloth for each cleaning Debbie first. She hums gratefully, keeping her eyes closed as the moist fabric grazes her lady parts.  He lays down beside Steve resting a hand on Debbie’s ass. Peter lies on the opposite side of Steve beside Debbie, resting his arm around her waist. 

“Hi, princess—” Peter brushes her sweaty hair out of her face, kissing her gently on her lips. Steve plants a kiss upon her forehead, as well as Bucky.

“Mmm, hi,” she opens her eyes slightly, gazing upon Peter’s face. 

“Rest, we’ll be here when you wake up,” Peter reassures her. Deb smiles softly, her eyes fluttering close. It’s only moments before falling asleep in her lovers arms. 

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Educational Desire Master List

Summary: Debbie is a college professor working within the Avenger’s compound. Her classes are usually full of cadets needing to learn another language. However, when Peter, Steve and Bucky decide to take her class, their reasons are far from educational. Can Debbie let down her guard, allowing herself to find the man or men of her dreams? Will the guys make a play for their professor? 

Chapters: 6

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful beta readers and support system @sapientesgladio and @annaofthenorthernlights   All characters in this story are over 21.

Created For: @julybreakbingo @pparkerbingo @ultimatechrisbingo @anyfandomfluffbingo

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Can you do a Phil Coulson x reader fic? Doesn’t have to be anything to specific.

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Educational Desire Master List

Summary: Debbie is a college professor working within the Avenger’s compound. Her classes are usually full of cadets needing to learn another language. However, when Peter, Steve and Bucky decide to take her class, their reasons are far from educational. Can Debbie let down her guard, allowing herself to find the man or men of her dreams? Will the guys make a play for their professor? 

Chapters: 6

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful beta readers and support system @sapientesgladio and @annaofthenorthernlights   All characters in this story are over 21.

Created For: @julybreakbingo @pparkerbingo @ultimatechrisbingo @anyfandomfluffbingo

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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