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Bucky and the Sundress

Bucky x Reader-smut

(Gif credit: @buckysbarnes )

When your handsome neighbor shows up to your party, his hungry stares and longing looks lead to a night of fun.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, fingering, oral(female receiving), praise kink, Bucky cums on reader's stomach.

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Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire barbecue. He was trying to be as subtle as he could, but it wasn’t working very well. He was enamored by you; pulled under your spell as soon as he saw you standing by the edge of the building on the rooftop of your apartment complex. Your hair catching in the sunlight, your glossy lips pressed against the rim of your glass as you sipped some pretty pink drink, the condensation on the glass dripping down your wrist as the warmth of the summer evening in New York warmed the air.

His hungry eyes trailed down from your lips to the small golden pendant laying so delicately between your breasts, the lace of your bralette peeking out just enough to make his throat tighten, and of course, your sundress. The new yellow article of clothing you’d gotten from the cute shop a few blocks down, the one that hugged every curve of your body perfectly, with the white stripes that complimented your matching heels. It was a crime how good you looked, and Bucky wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it. He tried to be decent, to pry his eyes away from your exposed legs, the way your dress cut off mid thigh, any higher and he swore he’d pass out. He was going mad, an insatiable hunger growing in the pit of his stomach with every move you made.

There was an innocence to you, the way you smiled and carelessly bit into the cherry from the bowl of fruit you’d started to eat, your plush lips staining red from the fruit. You had no idea what you were doing to him. He wanted nothing more than to slide the hem of your dress up, pull your panties off and fuck you into next week. But he kept to himself. As much as he wanted to march over there and crash his lips onto yours, he had to wait. The small barbecue you’d decided to host for your neighbors was more popular than you’d imagined, a lot of people showed up and it was starting to get crowded. He’d have to wait until it died down to make a move.

~

“Is he still looking over here?” You asked your next-door neighbor Annie, a shy smile on your lips.

“Babe, he hasn’t stopped looking this way since he got here.” She chuckled, glancing over at Bucky who was leaning against the wall with a beer in his hand, quickly looking away when she looked at him. “He’s totally into you.”

“I met him once! It’s nothing.” You shook your head, glancing over at him. The way he looked was flooding your stomach with butterflies. His light gray shirt and the flannel jacket that fit him too well, his jeans were scandalously tight, hugging his legs perfectly as he tapped the toe of his black combat boot on the cement to the beat of the music playing on your speaker. He had a dark mysterious vibe to him, something edgy yet the way he smiled was soft and kind. You couldn’t help but be a little curious.

“Girl, after you bumped into him in the hallway last week you haven’t shut up about it. I mean, I can see why! He’s gorgeous.” She smirked, nudging you slightly. “You gotta talk to him.”

With a sigh, you gave in to your friend’s persuasion, your eyes never leaving the tall handsome stranger. “Fine, I will when it quiets down.”

~

As the afternoon turned into evening and the sun started to set, Bucky still hadn’t found the opportunity to talk to you. He tried to a few times before someone else would beat him to it, whisking you away and starting a conversation. He was jealous, the need to make you his to growing stronger by the hour. He did notice, however, that you were starting to look at him too. He caught your eyes wandering over to him during a boring conversation with some of the other guests. Every time he caught you, he noticed the small smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth.

You had loosened up after a drink or two and an immense amount of mingling, and you had started to add some of your flirts into the mix to toy with him. Running your tongue along the sugared rim of your glass while looking at him from the corner of your eye, and biting your lip when his eyes met yours for a split second. Innocent fun, really.

It was when you dropped the lime from your glass that Bucky almost lost control. You glanced over your shoulder to make sure he was looking when you bent over to grab it, the dress was just short enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties, and it made him go wild. He felt his head spin, his teeth grit as he aggressively opened another bottle of beer with his gloved hand. He knew he had to have you now, and he knew you wanted him too.

~

When the sky turned dark and the crowd of people slowly started to dwindle, Bucky looked over at you from his spot on one of the rooftop chairs, beer in hand. You had just started to clean up the plates and cups left around the roof by various people, tossing them into a garbage bag as the music played. He knew this was his chance.

Finishing the last of his beer, he ran a hand through his hair and marched over to you, confident, clearly on a mission.

“Here, let me help,” He spoke behind you, holding his hand out with a few cups he’d picked up on his walk over.

You spun around to face him, taken aback at how close he was. “Oh, thanks.” You chuckled, taking the cups from him and tucking them into the bag. “Bucky, right?” You put your hand out.

“And you’re Y/N.” He flashed a charming smile, shaking your hand.

“That’s me.” You chuckled, tossing another cup into the bag. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Yeah, me too. These things aren’t usually my type of scene, but I’m having fun.” He bit his lip, tossing a beer bottle into the bag as he helped you clean, keeping his eyes on you.

After Bucky had helped you pick up the trash, you tossed the bag into the can. “Thank you so much for helping.”

“Of course. It’s the least I can do, after all you put this whole party on.” He wrung his gloved hands together as he spoke.

“Can I make you a thank you drink?” Excitement blossomed in your chest as you gazed into his deep blue eyes.

“I’d love that.”

~

“This is my favorite drink.” You placed a wedge of lime onto the rim before handing it to him. “It’s a passion fruit cocktail.”

“I’d be lying if I said I knew what a passionfruit is.” He chuckled, sipping the iced pink drink as he kept his eyes locked on yours. He licked his lips, cocking an eyebrow as he let the flavor coat his tongue. “Well whatever it is, I like it.”

“I’m glad.” Winking at him, you took a sip of the one you made for yourself, letting your lips linger on the rim.

“What made you decide to throw this party?” He leaned against the wall beside you, swirling the liquid in his glass as his eyes glanced down to your lips.

“Well, to be honest I really like throwing parties. It’s always been a passion of mine, and so I thought maybe it would be a good way to meet other people in the building.” You felt your cheeks heat up at his lingering gaze onto your lips before they met yours again.

“That’s really thoughtful.” He smiled, “I think everyone had a really nice time.”

“I hope so.” You chuckled, the cool night air settling onto your skin as it pilled with goosebumps, a shiver running up your spine.

“Are you cold?” His brows furrowed before he set his glass down, sliding his jacket off and draping it over your shoulders. The fabric was insanely warm, and it smelt like his cologne. Rich, something expensive reminiscent of cedar and tobacco.

“Thank you.” Sipping the last of your drink, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from his. The light from the strand of fairy lights above you made his sapphire irises twinkle, highlighting his sharp jawline. “Do you want to come back to my place for another drink?”

“That would be great.”

~

“This is nice.” Bucky smiled, walking into your apartment. His eyes wandered around the neat room, decorated simple and modern.

“Thank you.” You went to the cabinet, grabbing a bottle of rum. “Can I make you another one of my favorite drinks?”

“I’m not going to say no to that.” Bucky bit his lip, sitting on the stool next to the island in the kitchen, watching as you poured some rum into two glasses of ice. He watched your hands work, cracking open a can of coke and pouring it into the glasses before handing it to him. “How do you know how to make all these drinks?” He grabbed the glass, taking a sip.

“I’m a bartender.” You smiled, sipping yours. “That and I just really like booze.”

He laughed, the crinkles forming around his eyes as he smiled. The alcohol wouldn’t do anything to him, with the serum and all, but your presence had him buzzing. “Well I’ll have to come see you work sometime.”

“I’d like that.” You found yourself about to get lost in his eyes again before you realized you still had his jacket on. “Oh, here.” You shrugged it off your shoulders, handing it to him. It was hard to let the soft fabric go. “Thank you, again.”

Grabbing it from your hand, he smiled laying it on the chair next to him. “Are you warmer now?” He watched as you walked around the island leaning against the edge next to him. He could feel the heat radiating off your exposed skin, warming the smell of your perfume as he caught a whiff of the decadent vanilla and peach.

“I am.” Truth be told, you were hot. The closeness of his body and the way he was watching you had you burning. There was a hunger lingering in his eyes as you stepped closer.

“Good.” He bit his lip, reaching foreword to brush a stray speck of sugar off your chin with his thumb. “You look beautiful in that dress. I’ll be totally honest, I couldn’t keep my eyes off ya’.”

“If I’m totally honest too, I was doing the same.” You glanced down at his lips, your heart starting to race as he leaned in slightly.

“I noticed. The glances, the lip bites. You’ve been driving me wild all night, doll.” He extended his flesh hand to grasp your hip, pulling you closer so you stood between his legs.

“Maybe.” You ran your fingers along the collar of his shirt. “I saw the way your jaw clenched when I talked to the man who lives across from me.” Your other hand slid up his thigh, your palm running along the worn denim.

“Yeah, but you didn’t make sure he was looking when you bent down to pick up that lime, doll.” He slid his hand around to your ass, grabbing it. “Flashing me those pretty panties, you little tease.”

Your tongue darted out to lick your lips, your fingers inches from the zipper of his jeans. You could feel the outline of his erection. “Little did you know.” You leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I took them off right before you came to talk to me.”

The words made him groan, his hand on your ass squeezing harder. As you leaned back to look in his eyes again, his other hand came up to cup your cheek, crashing his lips onto yours in a heated kiss. The taste of the syrupy soda lingered on his lips, his tongue gliding against yours as he leaned down to grab the back of your thighs, lifting you onto his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, deepening the kiss as you ground against him, his jeans dampening at the contact. He groaned into your mouth, standing up and walking to the adjacent bedroom.

He set you on your feet carefully before he pulled his two layers of shirts off, revealing his metal arm and dog tags. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of nervousness at the reveal of his vibranium limb. When you glanced at it for a moment, before crashing your lips onto his again, relief washed over him.

Your hands found his belt buckle, quickly working to undo it as he reached for the hem of your sundress. “Can I take this off, gorgeous?” He mumbled against your lips before parting to look into your lust blown pupils.

“Please fucking do.” You chuckled breathlessly, unzipping his jeans before he tugged it off you, licking his lips at the sight of you in just your champagne colored bralette. “Prettier than I could have ever imagined.” He groaned as you palmed him through his boxers, his hands flying up to slide the bra off.

Once both of you were completely stripped, Bucky pushed you back onto the bed, towering over you before he kissed you again, nudging your thighs open with his knee and laying between them. His cool dog tags brushed against your sternum as he ground his bulge against your bare pussy, the thin fabric of his boxers becoming wet from your dripping slit. He swallowed the whines that fell off your tongue as his cock brushed against your clit.

“Please, Bucky, I need more.” You rasped as your hands ran up and down his sides, the warm skin of his chest pressed against yours.

“I know babygirl…” He sucked your bottom lip before gazing into your eyes again, his sapphire irises now a dark shade of navy, lust swirling in them. “Just want to savor you.” He trailed kisses down your chin, down your throat, “Sip you like a fine wine, taste every inch of your skin.” He slid his hand on the outside of your thigh, his lips finding the valley of your breasts before he clasped them around one of your nipples. He hummed against the sensitive skin as your back arched, his cool metal hand sliding up your spine as he moved to suck the other one, swirling his tongue around it.

“Bucky…” You writhed under his touch, electricity jolting through you as his teeth grazed the hardened nipple before he pulled back, admiring the way your chest heaved as your breath quickened. He slid the hand from your thigh to your bare pussy, the pad of his middle finger running from your slit to your clit, spreading your arousal over it before rubbing circles on it.

“So wet for me, peach.” His lips met your shoulder before his tongue ran along the inside of your bicep, finding all of your erogenous zones. He gently bit down on the skin, sliding his finger inside of you. “Love seeing you squirm under me.” He chuckled, kissing you again before he slid down to the bottom of the bed, lowering his face between your legs as he pumped his finger in and out. You could feel his breath fanning across your pussy, his lustful gaze on your hole clenching around his finger. He sunk another finger beside the first before he latched his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, earning a loud moan from you. As his tongue swirled around your clit, your hips bucked, your hand flying down to grab at his soft brown hair.

He pressed his forearm against your abdomen, holding you still as he curled his fingers to hit your g-spot, relishing in your whimpers and moans. His name sounded angelic coming from you, it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

“You gonna cum for me, peach?” He hummed against the lips of your pussy, the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you at a steady pace filling the room. “Come on, angel. Let go for me, cum all over my fingers. Let me have it.”

His encouragement mixed with the intense sensations he was giving you had your head spinning, your vision going white as you felt your climax wrack through your body. Your toes curled, the fingers in his hair gripping it tightly, causing him to groan as he flicked his tongue against your clit, working you through your high as you clenched around his digits. “Good fucking girl, that’s it.” Pride filled his chest at your screams, his forearm holding down your hips as your back arched off the bed. “So pretty when you come apart, babygirl.” He slid his fingers out, reaching down to slide his boxers off as he trailed wet kisses along your inner thighs, listening to your heavy panting.

“That was amazing, Bucky.” You whispered breathlessly, your eyes fluttering open as you gazed down at him. He climbed back up to kiss you, the taste of your cum lingering on your tongue as he French kissed you. You could feel his heavy cock against your thigh.

“Ready for more, peach?” He rested his forehead on yours, his forearm beside your head as he stroked his cock.

“Please, Bucky. Want to feel you.” Your hand found his hair again, nails grazing against the short buzz cut on the back of his neck as he slid his tip along your slit, collecting your wetness. He slowly slid his cock into you, groaning as your walls clenched him, adjusting to every thick inch.

“Fuck.” He glanced down to where you two were connected, stilling when he was fully seated inside you. “So warm and wet around me, doll. Gonna dream about this pussy.”

Once you were comfortably opened up for him, he slid out almost all the way before rocking his hips, filling you and hitting the deep spots inside. “Taking my cock so well.” He rested his forehead against your shoulder, keeping his slow deep pace.

“Feel so fucking good, Buck. Filling me up, fuck, so deep.” You moaned, your hardened nipples brushing against the hot skin of his chest. He slid his hand down to hold the outside of your thigh, gripping it as he quickened his pace slightly.

He meant what he said; he wanted to savor every inch of you, memorize the feeling of your soft, velvety walls hugging his cock as he rocked his hips. The soft whines and grunts he let out, his breath fanning across your neck had you reeling, your hands running through his fluffy locks of hair.

“You feel so good.” He whispered in your ear, quickening his pace again in desperation, his pubic bone brushing against your clit as he kissed your neck again. His hand slid from your leg down to your clit, circling it as he thrusted.

“Right there, oh fuck.” Your back arched, your hands finding his waist, fingertips sinking into his flesh as he fucked you.

“Can feel you squeezing me, doll. You gonna cum for me again?” He kissed the skin under your ear, speeding up his circles on your clit.

“Yes, Bucky, fuck, so close!” Your nails dug into his skin, earning a groan from him as he hit a sensitive spot inside you, the coil in your abdomen tightening, the pleasure mounting as he sucked on your neck between words.

“Let go for me. Fuck, pussy’s just sucking me in.” He panted, his body heating up as he felt his own release approaching. He groaned against the skin of your shoulder as your orgasm hit again, his name rolling off your tongue between curses as you screamed, your eyes squeezing shut. “Good girl, fuck. That’s it, come apart for me again.” He felt your cunt clamp down on him as you came.

He slid out and stroked his cock, painting your abdomen with his cum as he moaned. The sight was intoxicating; his mouth agape, his metal hand squeezing your thigh tightly as he came down from his high. “Damn, Bucky.” You whined, taking his wet cock from him and stroking his oversensitive flesh as he panted. “You look so good when you cum, making those pretty noises.” You trailed a finger through the cum on your skin and brought it to your lips, his eyes trained on them as you moaned around it.

“You’re incredible.” He leaned down to kiss you again, his hand running along one of your shaking thighs, both of you breathless. “Thank you.” He looked into your eyes again, a soft chuckle escaping him as you smiled.

“Thank you. Glad you came to the party, and the after party.” You winked, feeling your stomach flood with butterflies as a laugh vibrated his chest.

“I think you should throw parties more often. Put me on your permanent guest list.” He snickered.

“V.I.P and everything?” You cupped his cheeks, smiling as your face heated from his loving gaze.

“Oh yeah, wristband access.” He laughed, shaking his head before he kissed you.

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The Scarlett Widow

Bucky Barnes x Widow!Reader

Category: angst, smut, enemies to lovers, slow burn.

Synopsis: After Natasha Romanoff destroyed the Red Room, the Widows were set free, and peace was brought to the innocent stolen by Draykov. However, she forgot the one thing keeping the torturous organization alive… the money. This story follows one of the Widows who didn’t get her freedom, or her life back. The Scarlett Widow’s ledger gushes red in her mission to wipe every trace of the Red Room off the earth, but when Bucky Barnes and Captain America are sent to stop her bloodthirsty quest, love is the last thing she expects to find.

A/N: I have been holding onto this baby since Black Widow came out last year. I poured my whole heart into this fic. It’s significantly darker than anything I’ve written before, and each chapter will have individual warnings. It’s completed, and I will try to post a chapter every week.

I hope you enjoy! Reblogs and comments are appreciated.

Chapter 1 warnings: talk about the Red Room (forced hysterectomy, abuse, mind control), choking (not the fun kind), nightmares, violence, flirting, Bucky’s unhinged, fight between reader and Bucky, bruising, injuries, talks of death, alcohol consumption, blood, talks of past assaults to reader (unwanted groping).

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The Scarlett Widow, that’s the name the media had given you, though it ground your gears to no end. That was your past, and you’d rather not be associated with anything to do with the Black Widow name, especially after Natasha Romanoff’s success. You were one of the many young women taken in by Draykov, stolen from your peaceful home in the countryside and forced into a life of violence and pain, stripped of any sort of normalcy and happiness. The Red Room was no place for anyone, let alone a small town girl who was loved by her parents, living a full life, doing things kids were supposed to do. Your body was turned into a weapon, your mind poisoned under the control of the old man with a God complex, trying to steal every last drop of hope in your young heart. 

When Yelena sought out to find the rest of the Widows to free them of the Red Room’s control, she had stumbled into you in Sokovia, set out on a blood thirsty mission to kill an elected official, per Draykov’s request before his death. The fight between you two was brutal, ending in a few broken bones and lots of blood before she crushed the glass vile, dispersing the crimson powder into the air, letting it wash over you and pull you out of his spell. It flipped your world upside down, leaving you in a constant state of confusion, guilt and anger. You’d aways remember the conversation after the darkness left your eyes, as Yelena knelt down in front of you, gripping your trembling body in her hands as reality hit you like a freight train.

“What happens now?” You asked her, tears streaming down your bruised face as you gripped her sides, her face inches from hers as you both recovered from the fight.

“You’re free.” She whispered, giving you a sympathetic smile before you wrapped your arms around her, clutching her for dear life as her words echoed through your aching skull. You were free, you had control of your life, your choices, but all you’d known for the past fifteen years was violence, what were you supposed to do now? 

It took awhile, a lot of soul searching and alcohol to realize that all the darkness, the pain and the violence were your comfort zone, what you knew and were good at, but you didn’t want to be like them, to be like him. So you deiced to fight back, to seek out your own personal vendetta to take down everyone that had ties to the Red Room, all those that contributed to yours and the rest of the Widow’s sufferings. 

That was five years ago, and you were still going strong. You used your training and skillsets to stay under the radar, and slowly, one by one, all those involved started to disappear. It was only a matter of time until someone took notice. Though you managed to stay anonymous, The Scarlett Widow became a well known name in the press, talkings of your killings and assassinations being whispered about around the globe. 

And that’s what lead you here, on the top of an abandoned office building in Budapest, laid on your stomach on an old mattress, assault rifle in your hands, the hot morning sun beating down on your leather clad back as you peered into the scope at one of your most awaited targets. It was a well known local millionaire by the name of Richard Stone. Stone had been one of the biggest investors in the Red Room program, donating millions every year so the Widows could keep him protected in his illegal trade deals. You had been planning this kill for years, tracking his whereabouts like a cat stalking a mouse, waiting to pounce. 

He was in the bank across the street, viewable from the windows of the manager’s office. He was sitting in a chair across from the manager, a sly grin on his smug face as he rambled on to the woman, running a hand through his slicked back hair. The sight of him made your stomach turn, remembering the missions you had been sent on to protect him. You tried to suppress the sickness that crept up your throat as he leaned forward in his chair, his hand on the marble desk. 

“I got you now, asshole,” You whispered, aiming the rifle in line of his forehead, wrapping your finger around the trigger, finally about to kill the man who caused so much endless misery. Just as you started to squeeze the trigger, you saw a tall figured shadow cast next to you,  and the cold metal of a gun pressed at the back of your skull. 

“Put the gun down.” A gruff voice spoke behind you, pushing the gun harder against your skin. 

You chuckled, slowly setting the rifle in your hands down beside you on the mattress. “How’d you find me?” 

“Turn around, slowly, with your hands up.” He demanded, ignoring your question as he kicked your rifle away with his leather combat boot. You complied, slowly sitting up and turning to face him with your hands up. You scanned up his body, trying to make out who it was, but the sun was right behind his head, blinding you slightly as you looked up at him. 

“I’ve got her on the roof,” The man grumbled, one hand pressed to the com in his ear, the other on the gun inches from your face. “Don’t move.” He spoke sternly, sliding a pair of sliver handcuffs from his jacket pocket. 

You nodded, watching his every move as he slowly walked around you, the gun never leaving your head as he crouched down behind you. You waited until he set the gun in his lap, grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back. You kept a straight face, staying perfectly still as he hooked one cuff on your wrist. 

Taking the opportunity, you threw your head back, clashing it against his skull and spinning around on one knee, grabbing the gun from his lap, standing and kicking him in the sternum, sending him flying back against the mattress. He looked up at you in shock, grabbing his chest as he coughed. The sun shined in his blue eyes, revealing the face of your opponent. James Buchanan Barnes. You pressed the heel of your boot into his ribs, the other foot beside his waist as you pushed the gun between his brows. 

“You don’t want to do this, sweetheart,” He warned “You can’t run forever, we will catch up to you.” 

“Don’t follow me if you want to live.” You said plainly, whacking the barrel of the gun against the side of his skull before running across the roof, slinging the gun over your shoulder as you grabbed the rope attached to the grapple hook you’d set up for an escape, sliding down to the ground. 

“Damn it!” he cursed, holding the bloody side of his head as he got up, running to the edge of the roof as he watched you run on the ground. “Sam, I lost her, she’s on the run. I’m going after her,” Bucky spoke into the com, biting his lip as he eyed the distance between the rooftop and the ground, sucking in breath before he jumped down, his feet hitting the ground with a grunt. 

You raced down the alleyways, panting as you dodged people, trying not to be seen as you outran the man on the roof. You knew who he was, he was the White Wolf, and you knew he was fast. You had mapped out the way back to your apartment, taking the less traveled path to avoid suspicion. Your heart hammered in your chest as your feet hit the gravel under you, the sweat dampening the leather combat suit you wore.

“Buck, I’ve got a heat signature. Take two lefts, she’s down the ally about to climb the fence.” Sam informed his colleague, flying above as Redwing tracked you.

 Bucky followed the path as he listened for your footsteps, using his enhanced hearing to get close. He could faintly hear your ragged breaths you attempted to catch as you scanned the fence to find the best way over it without cutting yourself. He peeked around the corner, watching as you slide a pair of fingerless gloves on to protect your hands from the rust coated metal. He walked with feather light steps, using his stealth training to try and get leverage on you. Little did he know your hearing was almost as in tuned as his, trained to detect things everyday people couldn’t. 

Focusing on the delicate crunches of his boots on the stones, you kept your back turned, sliding your hand to the knife holstered on your thigh as you waited for him to get closer. You could feel him nearing your back, the leather of his gloves crackling. 

“I wouldn’t come any closer, Soldier.”

He froze, surprised by your awareness, again. He balled his hands into fists, tilting his head to the side as he scanned your every move. “You know who I am?” He asked, watching as you slid the knife from the holster, gripping it tightly as you turned to face him.

“Of course. You and new Captain America have been all over the news since you took down those what were they called? Flag smokers?” 

“Smashers,” He stated, taking a step closer as he stood in a fighting pose, ready for you to strike.

“Whatever. Even if I didn’t know who you were, it’s a bit obvious.” You started to circle him slowly, holding your knife up. “I can hear your dog tags jingling, and your posture screams retired Soldier, let alone your stealth skills. Impressive, but not enough.” 

He scoffed, his eyes trained on yours as you two circled, both of you trying to find a weak point to strike. “I don’t want to hurt you, though I am still a bit pissed at the concussion from that blow to the head you so generously gave me.” He stopped when you did, his eyes landing on the curved blade you white knuckled.

“Well, you came at me first.” You bit back with a smirk, noticing how he guarded his left side more than the right, leaving an opening around his ribs, perfect for a kick. 

“You can’t keep killing like this. If you come with me, I may be able to work out a deal for you, help clean up your ledger enough to cut down jail time.” He bargained, licking his lips as you inched closer. He could hear your heart pounding in your chest, though there was an unsettling calmness to it, you weren’t scared, you were angry. 

“That’s really sweet, but you can’t clean up that much red. You should know that, Soldat.” Your words dripped venom, a taunting tone to your voice as your eyes focused in on the strike you were ready to land. 

Your words made him swallow, his mouth drying at the name he hadn’t heard in so many years, and wished he’d never have to hear again. Anger bubbled in his chest, mixing dangerously with the pain surfacing from the name. His lip curled into a snarl before he launched himself foreword, throwing a punch to your face which you dodged effortlessly, taking the opportunity and kicking the unguarded spot on his right side, making him wince. He grabbed your arm, twisting it behind you painfully as you cried out, dropping the knife. His breath hit your ear as he whispered “You really think you can outsmart me, sweetheart? You think you know me? You have no idea what I’m capable of.” 

His words made your blood boil, though you know you activated his ego, which you could use against him. You thrusted your pelvis back, ripping your arm from him and kneeing him in the balls, then socking him in the jaw with your gloved fist. He let out a pained grunt, shaking his head as he quickly regained his composure, kicking you in the shin and grabbing your hair. You fell on one knee, screaming at the burning pain on your scalp. You let out a shaky breath, turning and using your intertwined fingers to come down on his arm, making him let go. His fist made contact with your jaw, sending searing pain up the side of your face. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you grabbed him by his throat, shoving him roughly against the brick wall behind him, his head hitting the wall. 

He shook the stars out of his vision as you pressed into his trachea, bringing your leg up to kick him between the legs again before he used his metal fist to punch you in the abdomen, a low blow right between your hips, the impact sending you back to land on your ass. Pain shot through your pelvis and stomach as you clutched it, groaning. It was your weakest spot, the one place that would bring you down instantly. Only the other Widows you fought against knew about it.

 After the forced hysterectomy in the Red Room, you had some complications, leaving you with an abnormal amount of internal scar tissue. Draykov almost had you killed, due to your lengthy recovery time, but you pushed through despite the excruciating pain you fought through to survive. It still bothered you to this day, and you learned to push through, trying to use the pain as your advantage in most fights. This wasn’t most fights, though, you had never been hit with anything vibranium, especially not by a SuperSoldier. 

You hunched over, curling into yourself as the white hot pain echoed in your pelvis, wrapping around to your back. Your ears rang and hot tears you didn’t even realize started spilling down your cheeks stung your hot face. “Asshole.” You mumbled, heaving heavy breathes. 

Bucky stood beside you stunned by your display of anguish. He knew it was probably a weak spot by the way you protected it, but he didn’t expect it to take you down this way. He wondered if you were faking it, like your calmness on the roof, but the tears were real, and Bucky recognized the look of someone in excruciating pain. Guilt pinged in his chest as he slowly knelt down next to you. “Shit.” He breathed out, putting a careful hand on your shaking shoulder. “Hey, hey, breathe.” He bit his lip, not knowing what he should do.

“Buck, did you get her? I’m going to pull the car around.” Sam spoke through the com, getting into the squad car they had permission to use to detain you. 

“I’ve got her, but I think we’re going to need an ambulance too.” Bucky’s voice was laced with panic as his wide eyes watched the woman who was gripping her stomach. 

“What the hell did you do?” Sam shouted, using his phone to call an ambulance.

“I don’t know! I hit her too hard! She’s in pain, just fucking hurry!” Bucky snapped, looking at the woman with worried eyes. “Here, just…lie back.” He cradled the back of your skull with his hand, helping you lay back onto the ground next to him. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, grabbing your hand that was clenched so hard, you almost broke through the material of the glove with your nails, into your palm. 

He wasn’t aware that the pain was starting to become tolerable, and he certainly didn’t realize that you had completely disarmed him of his defensiveness. He was so distracted by worry that he didn’t even think to be careful of how relaxed he became. No one had ever disarmed him so quick.

The siren echoed through the streets, growing closer. That was your signal to leave. You opened your eyes, sucking in a breath as you noticed his steel blue eyes focused on you, worry etched into his brow. He looked genuinely concerned, and maybe you felt something flutter in your stomach you hated to admit was there, but it wasn’t time for that, he was trying to detain you, and no amount of butterflies could take away from that. 

“You’re soft, Soldier.” You groaned out, watching the frown of confusion form on his face, not realizing what you meant before you used the part of you hand between your pointer finger and thumb to punch him in the throat, grabbing the hand he had on your shoulder and swiftly yanking it behind his back, snatching the handcuffs he had on his belt and cuffing his wrists behind his back. He coughed violently, his face pressed into the gravel as you sat on the back of his legs. 

“You deceptive bitch!” He yelled through coughs, trying to breathe from the impact on his throat. He couldn’t see your smirk when you got up, grabbing your knife from the ground.

“That sounds better than Scarlett Widow, I suppose.” you winked at him as he turned his head to look at you, saluting him before you climbed the fence, taking off running. 

“Fuck!” He growled, sighing as he coughed again, the pain in his throat burning. 

“Bucky!” Sam called, getting out of the squad car he parked at the entrance of the ally, running over to him. “What the hell happened?” He helped him up, unlocking the cuffs from his wrists.

“She tricked me.” Bucky mumbled, rubbing his reddened throat as he looked at the fence. 

“Dude, she whoopped your ass.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head as Bucky glared at him. 

-

When you finally got into your apartment, well, it wasn’t really your apartment. You had found an empty unit in a dingy complex, the renter was on vacation for the summer, leaving the place empty. You had been staying there for a month now, trying not to stay in one place for too long, to keep suspicion down. 

Your tired body screamed for rest as you pushed the door open, locking it behind you and setting the chair under the handle for extra protection. Your heavy feet padded on the hardwood floors as you sauntered to the freezer, grabbing the bag of frozen peas you’d been using for a makeshift ice pack after fighting. Wrapping it in a towel, you pressed it to your bruised jaw, hissing at the pain that shot through your skull. The lights were dimmed, and the fan you stole was trying to circulate some of the stale hot air in the apartment. 

Peeling the dirty combat suit off and glancing in the mirror above the bathroom sink, your stomach dropped when you noticed the fist sized bruise forming below your belly button, getting darker by the second. You turned the shower on, tossing the combat suit to the floor to wash it as you showered. As the steaming water hit your skin, a heavy sigh of relief escaped you, the hot water relaxing your muscles. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving you with aches and pains scattered over your body. The shower didn’t last long before your feet screamed for you to get off them. Hanging the cleaned combat suit on the towel wrack and carefully toweling off your skin, you walked to the small bedroom, slipping on a black tank top and some sleep shorts, something loose that wouldn’t press into your bruise.

The mattress absorbed your aching limbs as you climbed into bed, letting out an audible groan when your head hit the pillow. God, how you’d kill for some Tylenol right now. 

Sleep wasn’t really an option as your body found new ways to make you ache, every position revealing a new soreness. It was frustrating and exhausting, your mind was tired but your body was very much awake. “Damnit,” You cursed, getting up from the bed, you marched into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of vodka from the freezer and unscrewing the cap. Taking a generous swig, you turned to switch on the tv, dreading to hear what lies they had sold the public about you now. 

Just as you grabbed the remote, a creak echoed through the hallway, right outside your door. You had analyzed everyone on this floor, noting when they came and went so you would know if something unusual happened. No one was ever active this time of the night, especially not on a Monday. It had to be that damned Soldier. Flicking off the light, you grabbed the gun taped under the island in the kitchen as you sat in one of the chairs, propping your feet up on the kitchen table. 

It wasn’t long before the door handle broke off, the creaky door pushing open as he fought against the chair holding it shut. You couldn’t help but chuckle as he struggled, finally getting it open and stepping inside the dark room. 

“You really think I’m that dumb?” 

He froze, rolling his eyes as he flicked on the light, revealing you sat at the table, hair dripping onto the cotton tank top clinging to your body, the cold bottle of vodka in one hand, and a Glock in the other.

“Pretty dumb to stay here. You should have left town.” He cocked an eyebrow, his eyes trailing down your body to the shorts that were almost short enough to be considered underwear. 

“I’m not scared of you, and I’m not finished in Budapest.” Pressing the bottle to your lips, you took another swig, cocking the gun as he stepped closer. “Don’t. I don’t want blood on the walls for the poor person that lives here to clean up.” 

He put his hands up, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he motioned for the chair adjacent to you. You nodded, kicking the chair out with your bare foot so he could sit. His eyes stayed on your face as he slowly sat down.

“Hands on the table.” You motioned your gun at his gloved hands in his lap, sipping the clear liquid as he complied, setting them flat on the table in front of him. The light above the table cascaded over his sharp facial features, revealing a fresh bruise from your fist under the stubble on his cheek. 

“So, what does the infamous White Wolf and new Captain America want with me? Why do you care about what I’m doing?” You took your feet off the table, leaning onto the surface with your elbow as you propped the gun on your thigh, aiming right between his legs. 

He swallowed, noticing where the gun was pointed as he sat perfectly still. “You’re kind of wanted. Like, everywhere.” He chuckled lowly, his eyes trailing up the arm that held the gun to your lip, noticing that it was healing from being split some time ago. “We were assigned to bring you in for questioning.”

With a nod, you ran your thumb over the lip of the bottle, noticing his eyes on your mouth. “What a great job you did at that, too. I bet you’ll get a raise soon.”  Your sarcastic smile made his annoyance grow stronger, the way you had zero fear of him, even knowing who he was and what he was capable of doing. It pissed him off. 

“Let me guess, they sold you a sob story about the poor innocent people I’ve killed, ripping them from their families and conglomerate businesses, all the tears from the brokenhearted widows that want revenge for their rich husbands? I bet you and Mr. America really ate that shit up.” Your tone cut through his skin like a dull knife, irritating and menacing. You had zero remorse.

“Yeah actually, that is the reason. I had to deal with those grieving families, coming to us, begging Mr. America and I to clean up your mess, to stop the monster who is mercilessly killing hundreds for no reason.” He snapped, leaning closer to you as his tone grew sharper, his hands still on the table.

 The laugh you let out made his blood boil, rage bubbling in his chest, making his face hot.

“For no reason? Oh honey, they really do have you fooled, huh? That’s adorable.” You kept laughing, taking another sip of the chilled vodka as you watched him lean in, smirking as his face reddened. 

“Okay, enlighten me, what is the reason? What is his little game you’ve been playing? Some sort of girl-boss revenge mission to make others suffer the way you did?” His face was close to yours now, his hot breath fanning across your face as he tried to rile you up, just a little. 

“Babe, you have no idea how I’ve suffered.” You leaned back in the chair, tilting your head as you noticed his pulse showing through the strained vein in his neck. “You sure get easily upset by me, Soldat.” 

Bucky slammed his fist on the table, knocking the bottle out of your hand and leaning over the table so close, his nose brushed against yours. “You think I don’t know about your past, Widow? The Red Room? You’re one of Dreykov’s puppets, mercilessly killing to spread his venom through the world.” His words were sharp, cutting deep like a knife as he spoke through gritted teeth. 

You quickly brought the gun up, pushing it into the skin under his chin, your eyes locked onto his as your breath hitched in your throat. It wasn’t the first time someone tried to use your past to break you, but the way he said it so condescendingly made you sick. “Choose your next words carefully, Barnes.” He clenched his jaw as he looked you dead in the eye, searching for any humanity left. He huffed an angered breath, slamming himself back in the chair as you tried to suppress the emotions bubbling in your chest. “For the record, I’m not one of his fucking puppets. I’ve been free of the Red Room’s influence for awhile now. I’m doing this on my own.” You set the gun on the table, pointed at his chest as your finger ghosted over the trigger. “If you want to battle about the darkness of each others pasts, we’ll be here all night.” 

He clenched his fists, sweat forming on his brow, growing angrier by the second at your emotionless tone. 

“You wanna do this again? You want to fight me again? Maybe land another sexist low blow punch, maybe make me cry again?” You stood, taking a step so you were between his knees, kicking his heavy feet apart so you could get closer, pushing the gun into his chest right above his heart. “You like that, Soldier? You like making women cry? That turn you on? Or is that the ghost you claim is gone?” 

He chewed the inside of his cheek, his hands practically shaking as adrenaline pumped through his veins, his vision turning red as you egged him on. He looked down at your feet for a moment, nodding. “Okay.” Before you could reply, he grabbed the gun with his metal hand, twisting it away from his chest. You squeezed the trigger for the bullet to only bounce off his metal hand, before he grabbed your throat, slamming you against the kitchen table. The look in his eyes was nothing you’d seen before, it was pure unbridled rage, ready to kill any second. You tried your swing your leg around, pushing it against his hip as you grabbed his wrist. 

“I gave you a chance!” His hand pressed into your throat, your lips turning blue from the lack of oxygen. He noticed fear enter your eyes for the first time as your nails dug into the flesh of his hand on your throat.

“Bucky that’s enough!” Sam’s voice came from the doorway as he stood there, his eyes wide as he noticed the look on his partner’s face. He raced over, pushing Bucky away from you with force, holding him back. 

Your hands shot up to your throat, coughing violently as you gasped for air, rolling onto your side on the table. Bucky’s eyes softened, looking between you and Sam as he realized how hard he had been pressing. He hadn’t gotten triggered like that in a long time, and he certainly didn’t mean to almost kill you.

“What the hell, Buck?” Sam said in a disappointed tone, pushing Bucky back before running over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as you dry heaved. “Easy, easy, take slow breaths.” He crouched next to you, watching as you looked at Bucky, rubbing your throat.

“You can’t escape the darkness Soldat.” Your words shook him to the core. He stepped back, looking down at his hands as Sam handcuffed you. You didn’t resist, the lightheadedness throwing off your balance as he steadied you. 

“I’m going to take her to the squad car, you should take a walk.” Sam scolded the soldier, helping you walk to the elevator, his hand on your shoulders as you did what he said. 

Bucky sat on the back of the couch, speechless. He slid the worn leather gloves off his hands, sighing as he looked at the flesh hand that was wrapped around your throat a minute ago. It was his weakness, being triggered, his darkness spilling over and tainting the undoing he’d worked so hard at, trying to redeem himself after his past. He felt ashamed of the violence that took over him, by something as simple as your words. He didn’t know about your skills in manipulation, and that was the way to his biggest fear, someone messing with his mind again. He hung his head, letting himself calm down. 

-

The cell they had you in was made of some sort of unbreakable glass, the floor was cold under you as you sat on the floor, leaning your head back against the small bed in the room. It wasn’t jail, it was something that had Avengers written all over it, which made you gag. Your resentment for the Avengers wasn’t personal, it had more to do with the tinge of jealousy that haunted you. Natasha Romanoff was before you, but you knew her name all too well; the woman who escaped, who got to take her life back and become something more than a cog in the machine, while all the others suffered. You had fought with her sister Yelena for awhile, before she managed to escape, too. You were one of the younger Widows, exposed to the advancement in technology to control minds and force you to kill against your will. You never thought you’d end up locked in a cell designed by the people who took in one of the most famous Widows. 

“Y/N, I’m Sam Wilson. I need to ask you some questions, okay?” The man they made the new Captain America stood outside your cell, peering into the room through the glass at you. You rolled your head to the side to look at him, your tired eyes meeting his as you picked at the skin around your nail.

“You can ask away, but I’m not telling you shit.” 

He pulled up a chair, sitting back in it as he pondered what to say. “I know you don’t trust us now, and I’m sorry about my partner, but I can help you.” 

“Yeah, he already gave me the redemption speech and all that bullshit. I think it was either before he socked me in the gut, or almost choked me to death. Fun times. You better get a leash for that one,” You spat, running a hand over your goosebump ridden thighs. 

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration as he leaned back in the chair. “Again, I’m sorry about him, but It’s true what he said. We can help you if you let us. Maybe we can work out a deal with the judge.” He tried to reason, watching as you started to laugh, laying your head back against the bed.

“A deal, that’ll really help. No thanks. I’m used to being held against my will, I think I’ll wait it out.” You looked at him, flipping him off. He put his hands up in defeat, groaning as he got up, walking away.

“You say that now, but you’ll regret it later.” He called out, standing at the door, ready to walk away. 

“Fantastic! Another man threatening me! This is so much fun. Thank you.” You stood, stretching your arms out with a sigh.

He rolled his eyes, slamming the door behind him, frustrated at your carelessness. Bucky was standing outside the door, leaning against the wall. 

“Did she get to you, too?” Bucky crossed his arms, seeing the frustration in his partner’s eyes.

“She’s impossible. I have no idea how we’re going to crack her.” He held onto the railing, shaking his head. 

“Let her get some rest, I’ll try her tomorrow.” Bucky pat Sam on the shoulder, walking down the stairs. 

-

Bucky couldn’t sleep that night. His mind was racing, guilt plaguing his chest as he recalled the events of today, images of fearful eyes silently begging for your life as he choked you haunting his mind. He sighed, rolling over in bed to look at the clock, it was almost four in the morning, and he hadn’t gotten any sleep. He pried himself up, knowing there was no use in trying to sleep. He got dressed, grabbing his bottle of water from the nightstand and the keys to his motorcycle, and drove to the holding facility they had stashed the you away in.

 He told himself it was to make sure you somehow didn’t escape, but he knew that wasn’t true. He wanted to see if you were okay. He walked into the building, punching in the code and walking to the surveillance room. 

“Hey, Mr. Barnes. What are you doing here so early?” Lance, the security guard asked, who was watching the live feed of your cell.

“I’m going to watch for awhile, do some analysis. You can head home,” Bucky said smoothly with a smile.

“Gee, thanks man. I was getting tired.” Lance grabbed his jacket, nodding at Bucky as he walked out, closing the door behind him. 

Bucky sighed, sitting in the chair as he brought his attention to the screens in front of him. You were in the small bed in the cell, asleep with the blanket draped over your exposed legs. He rested his chin on his palm, leaning his elbow on the desk as his eyes locked onto you. He noticed the bruise forming on your neck, a regretful ache echoing in his chest. You looked so different asleep, with your guard down, though the way you slept made him realize how similar you were to him. Your back was to the wall, a hand under the pillow where a gun would usually be, your legs tucked up into yourself, protecting as much of your body as you could. He used to sleep like that at the HYDRA facility, afraid of being vulnerable to torture in his sleep. 

He cringed at the memory, swallowing the lump in his throat as he kept watching you. It was only a few minutes before you started to move in your sleep, catching his attention. He frowned, watching as you gripped the blanket in your hands, your whole body tensing up. He turned the microphone on in your cell, listening to hear if he could hear anything. 

“Please, I don’t want to fight them.” You whimpered, voice heavy with emotions as you pushed yourself further into the mattress, shielding your face. “Don’t!” 

The words shattered his heart, seeing past the tough exterior you’d put up to reveal the immense emotional pain you were in. He wondered who you were dreaming about, who hurt you in the past. He had been bluffing earlier in his threats. He only knew so much about the Red Room and Dreykov, especially after he died. It was almost impossible to find out what happened in the dreaded place. It was common knowledge that anyone who came out of that place though, came out a different person, which he knew all too well. 

Your whimpers turned into screams as you clutched your stomach, holding one hand out as the terrors in your memory consumed you in your sleep, ripping you from any peace. “Stop! Don’t touch me!” 

Bucky stood from his chair, the urge to run in there and wake you up consuming him. He knew it wasn’t smart, but as someone who suffered with night terrors, he wished someone would wake him up when the past came to hurt you again. Your cries sounded like a young girl, scared of someone hitting them, and it chilled his blood. 

“Fuck it,” He grumbled, grabbing the security pass Lance had left on the desk and running to the cell you were in, pushing through doors with determination. He scanned the badge outside the room your cell was in, pushing the door open when it unlocked. He ran over to your cell, biting his lip as he decided wether he should go in or not. The scream that ripped out of your throat was convincing enough, the doors opening as he rushed in, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Y/N, wake up.” He cautiously put a hand on the clammy skin of your shoulder, shaking you gently.

It didn’t take much to wake you, being trained to always wake up on command didn’t come in handy until now. Your eyes shot open, the lights above you in the cell stinging them as you shot up, grabbing the hand on your shoulder and twisting it. Bucky cried out, putting his other hand up in defeat.

“It’s me! I’m not going to hurt you!” He grunted. You let out a breath, letting his arm out of the hold you had it in with. Looking around, you absorbed the surroundings, realizing where you were, you relaxed slightly. 

“What happened? Why are you in here?” You asked frantically, pushing yourself away from him on the bed, pushing your back against the wall. 

He shrugged his arm, his eyes softening when he saw you recoil from him, a glimmer of fear shining in your bloodshot eyes. “You were having a nightmare. You sounded pretty upset, so I came in here to wake you up.” He brought his leg up onto the bed, letting out a breath as he rubbed at his wrist.

“Why would you do that? Why not just let me suffer?” You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest to try and protect yourself. He saw your body language and softened his posture, keeping his hands in sight on his thigh.

“You were screaming like someone was killing you. I didn’t want you to wake up the whole building,” He lied, his eyes flicking down to the bruise on your abdomen that was exposed as your top rode up. Remorse filled his features.

“How thoughtful.” You huffed, yanking the shirt down over your stomach away from his gaze, pulling your knees up to your chest. He sighed, looking down at his lap and shaking his head as you started to get defensive again.

“Look, I’m really sorry I hurt you before. It was extremely unprofessional, I fought dirty and I apologize. I shouldn’t have done that.” He looked up from his hands, his blue irises filled with regret, hoping you’d somehow forgive him, though he knew he didn’t deserve it. 

You simply nodded, letting your tensed shoulders drop slightly when you saw how genuine he was being. Your eyes trailed down his body to his dark blue shirt, tightly clung to his chest, revealing his muscles. He didn’t have gloves on anymore, revealing the black and gold hand toying with the thread on the knee of his skinny jeans. 

“Are you okay? Is your stomach okay?” His voice was softer, a gentleness to his tone laced with genuine concern. 

“It’s fine. I’ve had worse,” You answered numbly, running a hand over the hot bruise on your abdomen. The pain was bad, it was still radiating through your torso, the old scar tissue irritated, but pain was an old friend, and you learned to hide it from the world, especially possible threats. 

He nodded, knowing you were probably lying, but you were smart, he knew it was best not to show the enemy, which he had become. “Can I get you anything? I’m not really supposed to give you anything, but I could sneak a bottle of water?” 

You looked up at him, a quizzical look on your face as you tried to figure out why he was suddenly being so nice. It couldn’t just be from the injuries, right? 

“If you have vodka, I’ll take it.” 

He chuckled softly, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip as he scratched the back of his neck. “Fresh out, I’m sorry.” His eyes trailed over the bruise on your jaw, dark splotches scattered across your skin. 

“Figures.” You sighed, grabbing the pillow and holding it against your stomach as you crossed your legs, relaxing slightly. “Well, I guess you can leave then. I don’t think your partner would approve of you playing nice cop anymore.” 

Bucky raised his eyebrows, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek as your tone turned cold again. “I’m not being ‘nice cop’.” He adjusted his body to face you more, furrowing his brows. “You really can’t trust anyone, can you?” 

Rolling your eyes, you glared at him, shaking your head. “This isn’t about trust. Trust is for those who have nothing to lose. Sorry I don’t want to share stories at this makeshift slumber party, but I’m supposed to be somewhere right now, executing a plan I’ve been working on for months! Until your stupid boy band came and ruined everything! So no, I don’t trust you.”

Bucky ran a hand through his cropped hair, letting out a sigh of frustration, utterly amazed at how venomous you could be. “God, you are so fucking insatiable! I’m sorry we interrupted your well planed execution, but this has to stop! You have to be stopped! You can’t keep killing like this. If we don’t stop you, who will? Are you going to stop?” He snapped, the vein in his neck bulging as he raised his voice.

“You really think I’m the enemy here, don’t you? You really believed the watered down bullshit they fed you. Really? You of all people, someone weaponized from an organization built to kill, to make people suffer, think I’m the dangerous one? Tell me James, wouldn’t you like to take down every single person involved in making you and countless others suffer?” You spat, absentmindedly leaning closer to him. 

His face dropped, a slight tinge of fear in his eyes. 

“How do you know about that?” He clenched his fists, watching your eyes roll.

“I learned everything about you and Sam Wilson the day you popped up on my radar. Your files aren’t that hard to find.” 

He swallowed, leaning back slightly. “Alright.” He ran a hand over his face, scratching the stubble on his chin. “Of course I would want to take them down, and I did. What does that have to do with you? You told me before, you got out of the Red Room, Draykov’s dead. What more is there to do?” 

“It’s not that simple.” You leaned back against the wall, looking down at the mattress. 

“Fill me in, then.” He put his hands up, shrugging. 

“I don’t owe you an explanation.” 

“Okay, for fuck sakes! Just tell me, please! You want me to beg?” He was so irritated by you, it wasn’t normal for him to be annoyed so easily, but there was something he couldn’t put his finger on about you that got him riled up.

“I want out of here if I tell you. I want you, Captain America, and your goon squad to leave me the hell alone, so I can finish what I started.” 

“I cannot promise that. They want you locked up, your vendetta is done. The best I can do is getting your record scrubbed slightly so you don’t end up in prison for the rest of your life.” 

With a sigh, you shook your head, trying to bite back the emotions that crept up your throat. “It’s not a fucking vendetta! The Red Room is destroyed, gone, Natasha Romanoff ended it, but her ignorant ass was so busy helping your stupid friends the Avengers, that she completely missed the most important part! Those people who funded it, who fed it, who kept it running for all those years are still alive and well. Every day that goes by, they are crafting a way to make another one, to keep their sick games going, to imprison more girls. But no, you go ahead and arrest the one person who has the guts to do something about it.” You let out a shaky breath, wiping the tears that managed to escape as you screamed at him, looking down at your wet hand. 

He fell silent as he processed what you said, his wide eyes locked on you as your body started to shake. You sniffled, sighing in frustration as angered tears stung your eyes, wiping them furiously. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” His tone was soft again, remorse returning to his eyes as he looked at you, guilt flooding his chest when he saw your tears. He somehow managed to make you cry again, and he felt awful about it.

“No shit. I’m the only one who cares. I have so much blood on my hands, trying to stop these monsters.” Choking out a sob, your breaths quickened, “You don’t understand the horrors they are funding, what they put those girls through. What they put me through. You people always believe those with money, with power, and you never think to ask the victims.” 

He looked down, knowing what you said was true. He had no idea what happened in the Red Room, he trusted the families of those monsters, and ended up hurting you instead. 

“The man you were going to kill today, was he a part of this?” Bucky asked softly, sorrowful eyes meeting yours as you nodded.

“I don’t kill innocent people. Richard Stone funded the experiments in the Red Room in exchange for protection from the Widows for his illegal trading company.” He listened to you talk, hanging onto every word. “I was assigned to protect him, five years ago. I watched him kill my friend. I tried to stop him, but I was being controlled by Draykov.” Bucky tensed, his throat tightening as he saw your hands tremble. “He grabbed me, pushed me against the wall and groped me. I couldn’t fight back. Thankfully before it got worse, I was sent to another assignment.” Bucky chewed at his cheek, seeing the pain flash in your eyes as you looked at him. “I had him right there. I could have stopped him, but you two stopped me.” Anger laced your tone as you shook your head, clenching your fists. 

“If I would have known, I would have left you alone. I didn’t know any of that. I’m sorry.” He inched closer, putting his hand out to touch your arm, which you instantly swatted away. 

“Don’t think this means I trust you, after all you used my pain to take advantage of me.” You sighed, rubbing the bruise forming on your throat. “Just get out of here. You already know too much.” 

He pulled away, watching your shaky fingers run along the bruised skin under your jaw. “I’m sorry, again, I never would have said that if I knew.” He stood from the bed, wringing his hands anxiously. “I’ll see what I can do to help you out of here.” He watched as you turned your back to him, laying on your side to face the wall. 

“Sure. You do that. Don’t expect me to hold my breath.” The anger dripping from your voice was covering up the broken sadness consuming you as the memories flooded back, the realization of Richard getting away unscathed infuriated you. 

Bucky looked at you sadly, biting his lip as he walked out of the cell, the sound of the door locking made you flinch. He walked down the stairs out of the room, pulling his phone out to call Sam. 

“Buck? It’s five in the morning. What’s up?” Sam asked tiredly, rolling over in bed to look at the clock.

“Come to the holding facility, we need to talk.” 

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She's home

Kinktober day 7

Kink-Shower sex

Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: Gone for a week on a mission, deprived of your lovers touch, Natasha finally comes home and shows you how much she missed you.

Warnings: Mild choking, use of a shower head, fingering, cum eating, Dom!Nat.

A/N: hey honey bunnies! I fell behind on Kinktober and probably won't be completing it. But I have a few I worked on and just finished so I'll be posting those!

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You didn’t hear Nat get home, or the familiar sound of her motorcycle keys dropping into the decorative clay dish you two made in a pottery class for your anniversary. You couldn’t see the sly smirk that pulled at her beautiful pink lips when she heard the shower on, the steam seeping out from under the door and your soft hums. You couldn’t hear the sound of her stripping her clothes off, letting her leather jacket she fucked you in so many times fall to the floor with a thud. You didn’t see her take her hair down from the braid, untwisting the amber locks as she walked to the bathroom. You didn’t hear the door open, or see the way her emerald irises darkened when she saw your silhouette through the foggy glass.

What you did hear, was her sliding the shower door open. You turned, a bright smile appearing on your face when you saw her pale skin under the light of the shower, her body you’d been thinking about all week whilst she was on a mission.

“Tasha.”

“Hey baby girl.”

She gave you her classic crooked smile and laughed when you practically leapt into her arms, crashing your wet lips onto hers. She grabbed your hips, her mouth moulded against yours as she savored your embrace. You could feel her breasts pressed against yours, her tongue swiping across your lower lip, humming into your mouth when you parted your lips obediently, her tongue sliding in. You missed the taste of her. The familiar lemon lip balm she always wore, the scent of her amber perfume mixing with the steam.

You pulled her under the stream of water, keeping your lips on hers as the kiss grew heated and more passionate; a hunger burning in both of your cores as she pulled your bottom lip between her teeth and let her delicate hand slip between your legs, smirking when she felt the slick wetness around your entrance.

“Missed you so much, baby girl,” She whispered, moving her lips to press kisses along your jaw and down your neck, inhaling the sweet smell of your body wash.

“I missed you too, Tasha.” You whined when her fingers brushed along your throbbing clit, expertly rubbing tight circles on it.

“Did you think about me when I was away?” She whispered in your ear. “Were you a good girl for me? Did you keep our promise?”

You swallowed, nodding as she sucked on your pulse point. She asked you not to touch yourself when she was gone. The challenge was near impossible, especially with her sending you teasing selfies in the hotel rooms she stayed in. It was torture, but somehow you managed. Your body was begging to be loved, to be touched. Just how she wanted.

“Good girl.” She reached behind you and grabbed the detachable shower head. “Bet you’re a needy mess for me, huh? So desperate to cum?”

You were panting with excitement, the anticipation killing you as she moved behind you, kissing your wet skin.

“Please, Nat. I need something. Need you.” You begged, embarrassed at how quickly you were a whining mess in her arms.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll give you what you need.” She grabbed your thigh and rested your foot on the small ledge in the shower you both used for shaving your legs, wrapping her arm around your waist as she turned the shower head on a jet stream. You nearly moaned at the thought of what she was planning.

When the forceful stream of water hit your clit you gasped, grabbing onto her arm around your ribs, the pleasure so intense so quickly.

“That feel good, baby girl?” She smirked, biting the skin between your shoulder blades and moving the stream around until she heard you moan the loudest, knowing she got the right spot.

“So fucking good, Nat,” You groaned, throwing your head back against her shoulder, trying not to let your knees buckle as the water pulsed your clit.

“Want you to say my name baby, show me how much you missed me.” She moved her hand between your legs from behind and slipped two of her fingers into your dripping hole, stroking your velvety walls.

You nearly screamed, her name rolling off your tongue between moans as the pleasure intensified, her fingers finding your g-spot. She angled the stream closer, making your eyes roll back.

“That’s it baby. Can feel your pussy clenching around me, cum for me. Let me hear you, let me feel you.” Arousal pooled between her wet legs at the sound of your moans, the feeling of your walls pulsating around her fingers as she rapidly fucked them in and out of you.

Your orgasm hit hard and fast, pulling a scream from your throat the neighbors were sure to hear. Your legs shook as she kept the stream on you, working you through your high.

“Such a good girl for me, baby.” She slid her fingers from your tight heat and brought them to her lips, sucking your release off before she wrapped her arm around your middle, holding you up as you panted. She turned the stream off and let the shower head go before she wrapped her hand around your throat with gentle pressure, turning your head towards her and kissing your parted lips.

You moaned at your taste on her tongue, turning and wrapping your arms around her neck.

She turned to grab her shampoo before you stopped her, a devious grin pulling at the corners of your mouth as you sunk to your knees.

“What are you doing, baby girl?” She smirked too, biting her lip.

“I’m going to show you how much I missed you.”

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The Popsicle

Sam x Bucky x F!Reader

Kinktober day 5

Kink: Threesome

Warnings: Fingering, blowjobs, oral-female receiving, Captain/Sergeant kink, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play, mild choking, dirty talk, spitting, overstimulation. This is PWP.

Summary: Saturday night was supposed to be a relaxing night with your boyfriends, but you had other plans.

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Sat on the couch adjacent to your two relaxed lovers, you found yourself unable to pay attention to the movie on the screen. It was Bucky’s pick; Jaws. A classic you always found yourselves watching when you needed a good laugh, something mindless that you three picked up on every memorable line. It was a Saturday, the day you three had off from the usual superhero jargon that took over most of the week. Bucky and Sam were fighting over the tiny blanket that you had left them, your body comfortably warm under the fluffy throw they got you for Christmas. You were happy to share with them, but it was entertaining to watch them scrap over the dainty material. The hot chocolate Sam had made was growing cold in your mug as your eyes glazed over. You felt restless, which wasn't something Saturdays on the couch were for. So you took the fluffy blanket and handed it to Sam, who had lost the battle with Bucky, and headed to the kitchen. Both of the boys' eyes followed you, their protectiveness always on high alert like watchdogs, but as soon as they heard you open the fridge, they both went back to watching the film.

As your eyes wandered over the various fruits and snacks in the fridge, a slight smirk pulled at the corners of your mouth when you remembered you’d purchased a box of popsicles from the store yesterday. The perfect devious plan popping into your head.

Grabbing one of the lime-flavored ice pops from the freezer and throwing the wrapper into the garbage, you sauntered back into the living room and returned to your spot on the couch across from the two lovers that were very invested in the scene where the shark attacked the boat. They didn’t notice when your eyes wandered over to them as you wrapped your lips around the green popsicle. That was until you pulled it from your lips with an exaggerated pop, catching both of their attentions. You tried with all your might to hide the smirk fighting to form on your lips as you pushed the pop back into your mouth as far as it would go, your eyes darkening in a seductive glare as both men watched.

“Whatcha doing there, doll?” Bucky asked with a smirk.

“Eating a popsicle, you?” It was too innocent, too easy to sound careless as you leaned back against the pillow.

“That it, sweetheart?” Sam chuckled, adjusting himself in his sweatpants as he watched you swirl your tongue around the end of it.

“Mhm.” You winked at them, wiping the corner of your mouth with your finger.

“Must be one hell of a popsicle,” Bucky mumbled, his throat tightening at the sight of your tongue running along the side of it.

“Oh, it is. Really hitting the spot.” You slowly opened your legs, watching the hypnotized men in front of you both stir.

“Doll,” Bucky’s tone deepened, a warning for you to stop.

“Yes, Sergeant?” The name was only reserved for two places, the field, and the bedroom.

“You better watch it,” Sam added, feeling his lover stir beside him anxiously.

“Or what, Captain? You gonna punish me?”

“I have a few ideas, yeah.” He sat up slowly, muting the volume on the tv.

“Care to… demonstrate?” You felt your heart start to race, excitement building in your chest as both men grew hungrier and the air became thick.

“You are a fucking tease,” Bucky growled, tossing the blanket off his lap and moving to sit on the armrest next to you.

“A woman can’t eat a popsicle in peace anymore?”

Sam chuckled softly, taking the almost finished popsicle from your mouth and putting it in his mouth. “You can’t expect peace when you eat it like that, sweetheart.”

Bucky’s hand mindlessly toyed with your hair before he grabbed a handful and pulled your head back to look up at him, making you gasp. “Like what? Oh, did it remind you of something?” You asked, peering up at Bucky, licking your lips as his eyes trailed down your body.

“She acts so innocent,” Bucky huffed, cupping your cheek and running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down gently.

“She really does.” Sam set the popsicle stick down on the table beside Bucky before his hand rested on your thigh, slowly trailing up it until it met the hem of your pajama shorts. “You enjoy teasing us, babygirl? Riling us up like this on our night off?”

A smirk formed on your lips before Bucky wrapped his hand around your neck, a firm but gentle pressure on it. “I say we fuck the attitude right out of her.” He chuckled as you pushed your throat into his grasp more. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it doll?”

“You boys really are smart.” You felt your breath hitch in your throat when Sam’s hands pushed your thighs open, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and slowly shimmying them down your legs.

“That mouth on you.” Bucky clicked his tongue, “I bet she’s soaked, isn’t she?” He kept his eyes locked on yours as he talked to Sam.

“Dripping.” Sam chuckled, hooking his hands around your thighs and pulling you down to the edge of the couch, his eyes drinking in the sight of you.

“I knew it.” Bucky leaned down and pressed his lips on yours, keeping his hand around your throat. You could feel Sam’s breath fanning across your pussy before the tips of his fingers ran through your glistening folds, separating them as he watched your hole clench around nothing. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, licking a flat stripe along your clit, making you whine into Bucky’s mouth.

“Taste so fucking good, baby girl,” Sam mumbled against your pussy, sliding one of his fingers into you, circling his tongue over your clit.

“Fuck.” You whined against Bucky’s lips as he slid his metal hand under your shirt. The coolness caused goosebumps on your skin as he grouped your breast and flicked his thumb over the nipple.

“So needy for us, doll face.” Bucky pulled back, glancing down at Sam as he ate you out, adding another finger inside you and curling them.

“Please, Sam…” Your tone was raspy, the broken pleas rolling off your tongue as he kept his pace slow, drawing out your pleasure.

He stopped, clicking his tongue. “Come again?”

“Please, Captain,” You immediately corrected yourself, your head swimming from the feeling of both your lover's hands roaming your body.

“Good girl,” Sam said against the lips of your pussy as he continued pumping his fingers in and out at a faster pace now.

“Can hear how wet you are, doll.” Bucky kissed your chest, rolling his tongue over your nipples between words. “Hungry little cunt just gushing over his fingers.”

You whined at his words, mixed with the feeling of Sam’s tongue delivering quick licks on your clit, the pads of his fingers hitting your g-spot. You could feel the coil tightening in your abdomen, the pleasure mounting.

“Getting close for me, baby girl? Gonna cum all over my fingers? What do you think, Buck? Should we let her cum?” He chuckled, sucking your clit into his mouth again.

“I don’t know. She was such a tease. I don’t think we should.” Bucky smirked, taking his cock from his sweatpants and holding his hand out to you, “Spit.”

You did as you were told, spitting into his hand, watching as he brought it to his cock and started stroking himself. “Please, Captain! Let me cum,” You whined, feeling so close to the edge.

“Shouldn’t have teased us, baby girl.” Sam slid his fingers from your pussy, bringing them to your mouth. He chuckled as you obediently sucked them. “What are you thinking, Sergeant? What should we do to her tonight?”

Bucky’s eyes darkened a shade, his eyes trained on your lips wrapped around Sam’s fingers. “I say,” He brushed a strand of hair from your face. “We take turns fucking her. Not let her cum until we feel like it. Maybe she’ll learn her lesson then. What do you think, Cap?”

Sam chuckled when he saw your thighs squeeze together at the idea, his bottom lip catching between his teeth. “I think that’s a great plan. Do you want to start?”

“I’d love to.” Bucky stalked around the couch before standing between your legs. “What’s the safe word, doll?”

You let out a breath when Sam’s fingers left your mouth as he kicked off his sweatpants. “Plum.”

“Good girl.” He grabbed your legs and bent them, pushing your knees to your chest, his eyes raking over your body down to your pussy. “Fuck, look at that cunt. You’ve got her soaked, Sam.” He slid his heavy cock through your folds, collecting your arousal.

“Told you, she’s needy tonight.” Sam snickered, taking his cock out and stroking it as he watched Bucky sink into you. Bucky's cock was thick, his girth always knocking the breath out of you.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl. Sam got you opened up nicely for me.” He groaned when he was fully seated inside you, giving you a minute to adjust. Bucky definitely had the dirtier mouth out of the two of them, and it never failed to make you and Sam melt.

“Open baby girl.” Sam licked his lips when your eyes met his, your mouth falling open as he slid his cock slowly between your lips, the taste of his pre-cum making you moan around him. “Atta’ girl.”

Bucky felt your walls relax around him and started to thrust, his hands on your knees, his thick cock dragging against your fluttering walls. He groaned at the sight of Sam in your mouth.

“How’s she feel?” Sam looked over at Bucky, biting his lip.

“So fucking good, pussy’s swallowing me up. She looks so pretty, stuffed full at both ends.” He chuckled, reaching his metal hand up to brush his thumb across your hardened nipple. The coolness made your breath hitch, a chill running down your spine as Bucky thrust deep and slow.

Sam tangled his hand in your hair, moaning as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock. “Oh fuck, baby girl.” Sam’s moans always made you drip. You reached your hand up and grabbed the base of his cock, stroking him as you sucked the tip like you knew he loved.

Bucky started to thrust faster, his hips snapping as his cock brushed against your sensitive spots, making you moan around Sam’s length. He slid his hand down your body and started to rub circles on your clit, your eyes rolling back at the feeling, keeping your hand wrapped around Sam as you panted. The pressure was building again.

“Don’t cum until we say, doll,” He demanded, feeling your pussy tighten against him.

“Please, Sergeant!” You threw your head back from the intense pleasure, feeling his hips stutter as he approached his orgasm.

“Cum. Now,” Sam growled, seeing Bucky’s face contort in pleasure as you came, your walls clamping down around him. “That’s it. Makin’ him feel so good.” Sam leaned down and kissed you, swallowing the whimpers and moans you let out as Bucky came, his hot seed painting your walls.

“Fuck,” Bucky let out a breath, resting his hand on the couch beside you as he came down from his high, his cock still inside you. He watched Sam French kiss you, his tongue in your mouth as you stroked his throbbing cock. “You want her next, Cap?”

Sam pulled back, looking into your lust-blown pupils before he glanced at Bucky. “You know I do.” He chuckled, taking your hand from his cock and kissing it before he walked to where Bucky was. Both men’s eyes were glued onto your cunt as Bucky pulled out, his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy. You felt heat rise to your cheeks from their hungry glare. “Filled her up so good, Sarge.” Sam kissed Bucky.

“You ready for more?” Bucky pushed your legs open before he stalked to the back of the couch, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Gonna fuck you so full of cum you’ll be drippin’ for days.” His words made you shutter as you nodded. Sam smirked, knowing Bucky was whispering filth into your ear. He slowly slid inside of your overstimulated pussy, Bucky’s cum still dribbling out. “So fuckin’ wet.”

You gasped when he was fully seated, your pussy still clenching from the aftershocks of Bucky.

“Shhh, baby girl.” Bucky kissed your neck “relax, we got you.” He ran his hands down your chest, squeezing your breasts.

Sam moaned when you relaxed around him and he started to thrust, burying himself impossibly deep inside you. His lengthy cock always hit your sensitive spots, and it made your toes curl. “There it is.” He chuckled lowly, gripping your shaking thigh as he set a slow and deep pace, savoring the feeling of your warm wet walls gripping him.

“So good for us.” Bucky sucked on the nape of your neck. “Letting us use that perfect fucking cunt.” His eyes latched onto the sight of Sam thrusting inside you, his gorgeous abs flexing. “Taking your Captain so well.”

“Fuck, Captain!” You cried when he sped up just enough, his tip brushing against your cervix.

“I know, gorgeous. Fuck you feel so good around me.” He reached down to rub your clit with his thumb, his balls slapping against your ass. He grabbed one of your ankles and put it over his shoulder, a delicious stretch on the back of your thigh as he used the angle to sink even deeper into your gushing hole. The sound of your wetness filled the room along with Sam’s grunts and Bucky’s heavy breathes. By the sound of it, Bucky was fisting his cock behind you, his metal hand still toying with your nipples, switching between them to rub and twist.

“Hear that? So fucking wet for us baby. Pussy’s just gushing around his cock. You like being fucked open like this? Leave that pretty hole dripping and fucked out.” He bit down on your neck.

His filthy words were dizzying, sending waves of heat down to your throbbing clit as Sam continued to thrust, fucking you at a smooth steady pace, his thumb rubbing at the bundle of nerves. You knew you wouldn’t last long.

“You gonna cum for me soon, baby girl? Can feel that pussy gripping me. Begging for my cum.” Sam moaned, kissing your ankle as he sped his thrusts up.

You couldn’t even muster words at this point, just whines and moans falling from your lips as you panted. The pleasure was overwhelming.

“Love seeing you such a mess honey, fallin’ apart under us,” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“You wanna cum? Let me hear you.” Sam demanded, slowing down his thumb on your clit until you asked for it.

“Please!” You were a mess, the pressure building in your abdomen as you writhed under them.

“Please what? What do you want?” Bucky asked, leaning over the couch and licking your nipple.

“Please let me cum! Please! Fuck!” You screamed, making both of your partners smirk.

“Good girl.” Sam sped up his finger on your clit, keeping his steady pace. His jaw went slack when your walls clamped down around him, your orgasm crashing over you in a dizzying wave. Your back arched and your legs shook.

“Atta’ girl. We got you. Let go, good girl.” Bucky turned your chin and kissed you, grounding you from your intense high.

“Fuck, oh fuck that’s good.” Sam groaned, feeling you pulsate around him before he gave a few more thrusts and came inside you, pumping his cum into you.

“So good for us.” Bucky caught your bottom lip between his teeth before he pulled back, letting you catch your breath. He walked over to Sam and kissed him softly, his hand holding your shaking thigh. “Looked so pretty coming apart, you two,” Bucky praised.

You smiled through your dazed state, watching Bucky cup Sam's face as he kissed him, sliding his tongue into his mouth, still stroking his cock.

When Sam pulled back, he leaned down to kiss Bucky’s neck. “you wanna cum on her? Fill her up some more?” The offer sent heat rushing between your legs, which Sam undoubtedly felt. “She likes that idea.”

“Yeah? You like that thought? Not full enough?” Bucky turned to look at you, a shameless nod making him smile. “That’s our girl.” He watched as Sam pulled out, the emptiness making you whine. “Oh fuck, look at that.” He reached down and spread your folds apart, watching as the cum poured out of your clenching hole. “So full. You sure you can handle more?”

“Please, sergeant.” You leaned forward and grabbed his cock, stroking him as he leaned down to kiss you. He wedged his hand between your thighs and pushed them open, his finger finding your overstimulated clit making you gasp. “Come on baby, you can take more. I know you can. This pretty clits' still throbbing.” He used Sam’s cum to rub circles on the bundle of nerves.

“Oh, she can.” Sam chuckled, leaning down and kissing you as Bucky rubbed quick tight circles, pulling loud, pornographic moans from you, which Sam swallowed.

“Gonna fuck you again.” He slid into you, groaning when your back arched and you squeezed him. “Come on, one more for me. Cum for me, know this pussy wants more cum. She’s just begging for it.”

You knew you wouldn't last long, being so worked up and overstimulated. He gave you a few quick and shallow thrusts, panting as you both grew close, quickly. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum again." You cried out, feeling the coil snap.

“Let go, baby girl. You are so fucking good to us.” Sam kissed your cheek, rubbing your trembling thighs as they clamped around Bucky’s waist.

The moan Bucky let out was enough to almost make you cum again. It was guttural and low, mixed with whines as he came inside you once more, filling you. Sam chuckled against your skin at Bucky’s noises. He watched his lovers fall apart, making him fall impossibly more in love.

Bucky leaned down and kissed your knee, slipping out from your sensitive pussy and letting out a breath. “Thank you, doll.”

“I’m eating popsicles more often.” You laughed breathlessly, looking between them.

"Please do." Sam chuckled.

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W.S Mini Fic

Winter Soldier x F!Reader

KinkTober day 3

Kink: Mask Kink

Warnings: fingering, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex, choking, overstimulation, wrist restraints

A/N: Reposting this so you're getting both day 3 and 4 later today!

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Imagine the Winter Soldier putting his mask on you while he fucks you.

He would LOVE that shit. He’d have your hands tied to the headboard, naked, and spread out on the hotel bed you two snuck away to, kneeling between your open thighs.

He’d have his fingers deep inside you, fucking them in and out as you writhed under him, whining and moaning Soldat.

He’d take his mask off to tease your clit with his tongue, shutting his eyes as he savored your taste, his fingers curling inside you to hit that spot, pulling a second orgasm from you.

When your eyes trailed down to the mask he’d set beside your thigh, he noticed the devious look swirling in your irises.

”You want this on, Printessa? Maybe it’ll muffle your pretty screams.” He snickered, grabbing the mask and bringing it up to your face.

The thought made your pussy clench around his fingers, biting your lip as you nodded furiously.

”Good girl.” He’d praise, placing it over your mouth carefully, bringing his wet fingers to his lips, sucking your cum off them before he unbuckled his belt.

Your thighs would be shaking from the high he had you in as he dragged his cock through your soaked folds, the feeling of his tip on your overstimulated clit making you shudder.

The sight of the mask on your face almost made him bust, his metal fingers trailing down your face to your neck, wrapping around your neck with a gentle pressure he knew you loved as he slid into you.

The sheer size of him always made you gasp, his deep and guttural moan filling the room as he slowly sunk deep inside, your walls stretched around him. His flesh hand gripping your hip as he started to thrust deep and slow.

”Always so good for me, Printessa. I missed this sweet pussy,” He’d whisper, quickening his pace as his fingers dug into your flesh.

He’d grab your leg, putting it over his shoulder to get deeper inside you, throwing his head back as he moaned. He was always vocal during sex, his gravely moans and praises making you impossibly wetter.

You’d be screaming his name, pulling against the restraints as he snapped his hips, pounding into you, his hand keeping firm pressure on your neck.

”Who’s this pussy belong to, Printessa?”

”You, Soldat!” You panted before screaming again, cumming around him and making him moan.

He loved cumming inside you or in your mouth, but his favorite was cumming on your stomach, painting your body, admiring your chest rapidly rising and falling.

He’d tower over you, pulling the mask off your face and kiss you, sliding his tongue into your mouth before his hand would slide up the inside of your thigh, the tip of his fingers brushing over your soaked slit making you whine. “One more for me, Printessa. Please?”

He knew you couldn’t resist, a sly smile forming on his lips against yours when you nodded, pushing your aching cunt towards his fingers.

”That’s my good girl.”

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Yes Professor?

Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

KinkTober day 2

Kink: Professor kink, finger fucking.

Warnings: fingering, cum eating, oral, semi public sex, clothes ripping, dirty talk, nipple play, use of the word slut, spitting, switch!Nat, age gap(reader is of legal age)

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College. What a thrill it was. The atmosphere, your piers, new friends, parties. It was all so new, so exciting. But what you didn’t expect to make your experience as thrilling was your history teacher, Professor Romanoff. The redheaded woman with curves for days and green eyes that could pierce through your soul who had taken a special interest in you since your first day. She always paid attention to you as she taught, her eyes wandering over your body when she didn’t think anyone was looking. Sure, it was inappropriate, hell, you could have her fired instantly, but that wasn’t where your mind was nowadays. The burning gaze of your teacher was exhilarating, the fire blazed between you two every class, and you found yourself staring right back. As the weeks went by, you and she became a secret item, meeting up after class for some “Help with your studies". Natasha blew your mind every time, feeding into your fantasies.

Today, Natasha was droning on about the history of medicine. And you could not for the life of you pay attention. She wore her tight blouse today, the one where the buttons held on for dear life, tight against her beautiful breasts that showed when she bent over. Her black kitten heels echoed through the lecture hall, the sound bringing back vivid memories of her stalking around the desk she had you splayed out on after class. You were practically squirming in your seat, glancing at the clock every few minutes.

And Natasha noticed. She saw the way your thighs squeezed together whenever she sat on her desk, the wanton look in your eyes when she walked your way. You were a mess, and she was living for it. You only had twenty minutes left of her lecture, so you decided to get her back.

As she turned to face the class again, you locked eyes as someone else asked a question. You slowly parted your thighs under your desk, revealing your lack of panties under your mini skirt. It was a risk, but you knew it would fluster her. And oh did it ever. Her eyes wandered between your legs, her jaw going slack slightly, her bottom lip catching between her teeth.

“Miss. Romanoff?” The student who asked the question pulled her from the trance you had her in.

Her pale cheeks turned crimson, clearing her throat as the room heated up a few degrees. “Yes, sorry. What was your question again?” She felt embarrassed, so easily distracted. As the student spoke their question again, her eyes flicked back to you, concocting plans for revenge as she listened.

When the class ended, and all the students started filing out, you chuckled lowly to yourself when you saw Natasha slip into her office, leaving the door open a crack. The signal for you to come in when everyone left. You grabbed your backpack, watching the last student leave before you walked to the office, clicking the door shut behind you.“You wanted to see me?”

Within seconds she had fistfuls of your sweater in her grasp, crashing her cherry-flavored lips onto yours and pinning you against the wall. The force made you squeak, her tongue slipping into your mouth as you grabbed the front of her blouse, ripping it open, the buttons flying everywhere. She gasped, parting to look down at the ripped garment, “Again?”

“Oh shut up you like it,” You said with a chuckle, grabbing her waist and kissing her again. She threw your backpack in front of the door and swung you around, backing you up to the desk.

“You think you can keep teasing me like that in class?” She pushed the papers off her desk and lifted you onto it. “Flashing that fucking pussy under your desk.” She pulled the sweater off your body.

“Just trying to get some extra credit.” You chuckled breathlessly, gasping when she pried your bra off, almost breaking it.

“I’ll give you some fucking extra credit.” She grabbed your breast in one hand, the other pushing your thighs apart. She clasped her lips around your nipple, her fingers trailing up your thigh, ghosting over your pussy. “Embarrassing me in front of my students, you naughty little slut.”

Her words made you whine, pushing your thighs further apart in need as her teeth grazed the sensitive skin around your nipple. “Please, Nat.”

“Please, what? What do you need, baby? Use your words.” She slid her middle finger from your slit to your clit, not putting enough pressure to satisfy the ache.

“Please, finger me.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as the words came out flustered and broken, a smirk forming on her pillowy lips.

“Good girl.” She bunched your skirt around your waist, her emerald eyes trailing down your exposed body to where her hand rested. “Look at that pretty pussy. Fucking dripping onto my desk, baby.” She chuckled, sinking one of her fingers into your hole slowly. She started slowly pumping it in and out, drawing out your pleasure as her lips found your neck, leaving red lipstick marks on your skin.

“Please, Nat, I need more.” You gasped when the heel of her palm brushed over your throbbing clit.

“So needy today. Did you even pay attention to the lecture?” She slipped another finger inside next to the other, stretching you more. “Or were you too busy eye-fucking me? Yeah, I saw you. Your pretty eyes glued to my tits. Wore this blouse just for you today.” She moved her mouth to your other nipple, swirling her tongue around it.

“Fuck, Natasha.” You groaned when she curled her fingers, knowing exactly where your g-spot was. You pushed your hips towards her hand.

“Shh…” She grabbed your bottom lip with her teeth, increasing the speed of her fingers fucking into you, the sound of your wetness filling the room. “Don’t want anyone to know what a teacher’s pet you are, do you?”

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut and fighting the urge to scream when her other hand reached down to rub tight circles on your clit. “Or do you? Hmm? I can feel your pussy clenching at the idea, baby. You want everyone to hear, don’t you?” She chuckled, slipping a third finger in, stretching you open. “Let them know who’s making you make those pretty noises when you fall apart under me?”

You felt the pressure building in your abdomen, the sensations increasing as she coaxed you with her silver-toned words, her delicate fingers rapidly thrusting into you. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, Nat!” You tried to be as quiet as possible, but it was painful to keep the moans in.

“Being so good for me, keeping quiet.” She leaned her head down, spitting onto your swollen pussy, using it to rub your clit. “Cum for me, cum all over my fucking fingers.” She kissed you again, swallowing your moans as you came undone. Your walls pulsed around her digits, your thighs shaking as she worked you through your high. “Good girl.” You shuddered at her words, panting as she slipped her fingers out and brought them to her lips, sucking your release off them. She licked her lips and pulled your skirt down, kissing you again as you came down from your high.

Your hands found her hips, and you yanked her foreword, working at the buttons on her suit pants, quickly ridding her of her clothes and trailing kisses down her chest. She let out a breathy moan when you grabbed her breasts, swiping your thumbs over her hardened nipples. You hopped off the desk on shaky legs. “Get on the fucking desk.”

She smirked, biting her lip as she sat where you had been, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for another kiss. You kissed down her chest, her stomach, and to her thighs, pushing them open. “You wear these for me, hot stuff?” You chuckled, toying with the band of her lace panties.

“You know it, baby.” She bit her lip, her pupils dilating when you grabbed them with your teeth, dragging them down her smooth legs. Your lips found the inside of her knee, planting gentle kisses, slowly making your way down her thigh. She groaned when you bit down, leaving a red mark as your fingers found her slit.

“Now who’s the soaked one?” You smirked, sliding two fingers inside of her, the sound of her quiet moans sending a chill down your spine. “I waited all day for this.” Your breath fanned across her clit before you ran your tongue over it, pumping your fingers in and out.

“Fuck, Y/N,” She moaned, her back arching as you sucked her clit into your mouth, scissoring your fingers into her. “So good.” She tangled her hand in your hair, her chest rapidly rising and falling.

You circled your tongue around her clit, curling your fingers to find her g-spot as she writhed. Her legs tried to close around your skull before you shoved them apart again, reaching up to toy with her nipple, twisting gently. She whined, biting her lip down as hard as she could to suppress the noise.

You hooked her legs over your shoulder, speeding up the pace of your fingers as you sucked her clit, her thighs shaking around you. “Taste so fuckin’ good, Nat.” You made a come hither motion with your fingers, finding the spongey spot inside her as she panted.

You could feel her walls tighten around your digits, her toes curling. “You gonna cum for me, Nat? Let me feel you gush all over my fingers,” You said between quick licks on her clit.

“Fuck, Y/N!” She clasped her hand over her mouth as she came, her back arching, walls clamping down around your fingers.

“So fucking pretty when you come undone for me.” You slid your fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her lips, a smirk pulling at your wet lips when she sucked them obediently. “Do I get that extra credit now?” You chuckled, easing her legs down and pulling her close as she panted.

“Shut up.” She laughed, wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing you passionately, the taste of her cum lingering on your lips.

Yeah, college was pretty great.

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The Thrill of the Chase

KinkTober Day 1-Chasing Kink

Lee Bodecker x reader-Smut

Warnings: Chasing kink(consensual), dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, use of the word slut, pet names(Bunny, Baby girl, sugar), Sir kink, clothes ripping, slight choking, hand jobs

Summary: A cold night in October under the full moon. A perfect time to be chased through the woods by your lover, Lee.

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Your breaths were rapid, the lack of air burning your lungs as you ran though the woods behind his cabin, the fallen leaves crunching under your bare feet as the crisp fall air nipped your exposed skin. Your body was clad in a button up white shirt, borrowed from his closet. It’s hem brushed along your upper thigh, barely covering your panties that had become damp with excitement.

“You can’t run forever, bunny! You’re fast, but I know these woods better than you!” Lee’s voice called from behind you, echoing through the path between the trees you stayed on, letting the glow from the moon illuminate the way. The taunting tone in his voice flooded your stomach with butterflies. “You can’t hide from me!” His voice grew closer as you ducked behind a tree, your hands resting on your shaky knees as you caught your breath, trying to stay as quiet as you could. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the sound of his leather boots thudding on the leaves, slowing down as he tried to listen. “Oh bunny…” He sung, a mischievous smirk plastered on his damp face as he peered around a few trees. You could smell his cologne as he walked past a tree a few feet from you, the crackle of his black leather jacket getting closer. You clasped your hand over your mouth, pressing your back against the tree as you tried to avoid the beam of moonlight next to your feet.

“Come on out, babygirl, don’t be such a fuckin’ tease.” His eyes caught a glimpse of one of your footprints in the moist dirt. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he followed the print, slowing his breathes to listen. You felt something crawl up your leg, tickling your skin. Looking down, you saw an ant crawling up your leg, if you moved, the leaves would give away your spot, and by the sound of his footsteps, he was getting closer. You tried to brush it off with your hand, failing as the insect made it’s way up to your knee. “Should have taken the other trail, sweetheart. This is too easy.” He chuckled slyly, the sound of his voice nearing closer and closer.

You couldn’t take it anymore, the bug was almost to your thigh now, so you bent down, brushing it off. As you leaned foreword, you felt your balance go, causing your other leg to take a step to support you, crunching the leaf under it. You froze, your heart skipping a beat.

“Gotcha.” He started to run over to the tree before you took off running again, this time with him right behind you. “Not so fucking stealthy are you, bunny?” He yelled, catching up before you cut into the trees, running through the unworn ground, dodging branches. The thrill was invigorating, sending heat between your legs as you tried to outrun him, to outsmart him.

Glancing over your shoulder, you stopped in your tracks when you didn’t see him, a frown forming on your open mouth as you panted, resting your back against a large oak tree as your eyes scanned through the darkness. It was quiet, too quiet, only the sound of crickets and your heavy breathes breaking the silence of the night air. Had he given up? Had you outsmarted him or lost him? Just as the satisfaction of your victory set into your body, a hand clasped over your mouth from beside the tree, your heart dropping as another hand pinned you to the tree as you yelped against the palm on your lips.

“Thought you outsmarted me, didn’t you sugar?” Lee’s voice pierced through the silence as he pushed his heaving chest against yours. The trees above moved in the wind to let some moonlight in, revealing his face that was plastered with a cocky grin. Your heart started to race, this time out of anticipation as his face grew closer to yours. “If I take my hand off, you gonna keep quiet?” A nod from you and his hand slowly let go, his lips replacing it as he kissed you with an animalistic hunger. The taste of whiskey lingered on his tongue, the same kind he kept in his flask.

You reached your hands under his jacket, grabbing his waist as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. His thigh found its way between your legs, pushing them apart as his hand cupped your face. You could feel his erection against your other leg as you pulled him closer. “So needy, bunny. All these games get you excited?” He caught his breath from the kiss, sliding his hand down your body to your panties, his fingertips toying with the lace band. “Answer me.” He wrapped his other hand around your throat, applying gentle pressure.

“Yes.” You gasped when his fingers inched closer to your clit, his lips brushing against yours as he gazed into your lust blown pupils.

“Yes, what?” His gaze darkened.

“Yes, sir,” You squeaked, embarrassed at how broken the words came out.

“Good Girl.” He chuckled, sliding his fingers down to your slit, clicking his tongue. “Pussy’s so wet, bunny. This really did get you excited. Dirty girl.” He took the hand from your throat and grabbed your jaw, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip as he slid a finger into you. As you whined, he slid his thumb between your lips, humming as you sucked it as he fingered you. “If I woulda’ known this got you so wet I would have chased you around more often.” He snickered as he slid another finger into you, pumping them in and out slowly, curling them to reach your g-spot as the heel of his palm bumped your clit.

As you moaned around his finger, his lips found the nape of your neck, kissing it as he increased the speed of his fingers inside you, the sound of your wetness filling the empty night air. “Gonna fuck you against this tree, then maybe the one beside it.” He started to slam his fingers into you, “Fuck you against every tree in these woods.” He slid his thumb from your mouth, grabbing your hands from his waist and pinning them above your head as you moaned.

“Fuck, Lee!” You whined, throwing your head back against the rough bark on the tree, his thumb finding your clit.

“Gonna cum for me, bunny? Can feel your cunt squeezing my fingers. Come on, give it to me babygirl.” He bit the side of your neck, curling his fingers more to hit your sweet spot as you cried out his name. “Dirty fucking girl, getting finger fucked out in the open like this. Maybe if you scream loud enough the neighbors will hear, really get them gossiping.” His words pushed you over the edge, the coil in your stomach snapping as you came around his fingers and his name rolled off your tongue between moans.

He slid his fingers from your heat, bringing them to his lips before he sucked them clean. “Taste so good, bunny. How’d I get lucky enough to land such a dirty little slut like you?” He snickered before kissing you again, your taste lingering on his tongue as he unzipped his pants, yanking the buckle open and taking out his hardened cock.

“Maybe it was your southern charm.” You chuckled, grabbing his tie and yanking him closer, spitting in your hand before grabbing his cock and pumping him slowly.

“Fuck, sugar,” He grunted, resting his forehead on yours as he watched you stroke him, bucking his hips. His breath quickened as his hands went up to his shirt on your body, unbuttoning it before tossing it beside you. His calloused hands grabbed your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. “These fuckin’ tits never leave my mind. All day at work, couldn’t get them out of my head.” He reached one hand down and grabbed your cotton panties, ripping them off easily, a gasp leaving you at the display of force. “And this pussy. Thought about her all day, too.” His mouth latched onto your left breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple.

“Fuck, Lee. I’m yours,” You panted, “Use me, please, fuck me.”

“Love when you beg, sugar.” He chuckled, sliding his leather jacket off and draping it over your shoulders to protect your back from the rough bark of the tree. He grabbed the undersides of your thighs, hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck as he kissed you again.

He reached down between your bodies and grabbed his cock, sliding it along your slit, coating it in your wetness as you whined into his mouth. “Just dripping for me, honey.” He groaned as he slid inside of you, his thick length stretching you. “Never get used to how good this cunt feels, clenching around me.” His teeth grazed over your bottom lip, letting you adjust before he started thrusting.

Your nails pressed into the cloth of his uniform, his Sheriff star pressing against your chest as he thrusted into you hard and fast. Your moans echoed through the woods, carrying along the small lake behind his cabin. His hot breath fanned across your face as he gripped your thighs, hard enough to leave bruises. “Who’s pussy is this, bunny?”

“Yours, sir,” You whined, feeling your thighs shake around his waist as he pounded into you, trailing open mouthed kisses along your jaw.

“Good girl. Taking me so good, sugar,” He grunted, looking down at where he slid into you, a beam of moonlight cascading onto your body. “So fucking wet and warm, gonna fill you up so good. You want that, dirty girl? You want me to fill this pussy up, leave you dripping for days?”

“Please, sir!” Your head fell back against the tree, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you slid one of your hands down between your bodies to rub your clit.

“You gonna take it like the good girl you are? Scream so loud the whole neighborhood can hear? Know who owns this fucking cunt?” He rasped, his tip hitting a sensitive spot inside you as he angled deeper. “My good little slut.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, sir!” You shouted, feeling the coil tighten as he kept hitting the spot, your fingers circling your clit.

“Cum for me, cream all over my dick. Wanna feel you squeezing me.” He panted, adjusting his grip to grab your ass. The coil snapped again, pushing you over the edge as you screamed his name, your eyes rolling back as he kissed the spot right under your ear, his heavy breathes against your skin. “Fuck, that’s it. Good girl, sugar.” He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him. His thrusts grew sloppier as he chased his release, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he spilled inside you, painting your walls with his cum as he cursed. “Feel so fucking good around me, milking my cock. Taking all my cum.” You ran your fingers through his buzzed hair, grazing his scalp with your nails as he came.

He caught his breath with you as your legs shook around him, both of your bodies damp with sweat. His grip on you slowly relaxed. “Gotta chase you around more often.” He chuckled breathlessly, lifting his head to look into your eyes.

“I like that idea.” You smirked, biting your lip as you cupped his face. “I love you, sheriff.”

“I love yo too, sugar.” He kissed you passionately before slowly slipping out of you and setting you down on shaky legs. He grabbed your waist, steadying you. “Best keep this jacket on, sweetheart. It’s getting chilly.”

You smiled at him before reaching down to grab your clothes he tossed to the side. “Lee, you ruined my panties again.” You chuckled, grabbing the ripped underwear.

He bit his lip, shamelessly staring at your pussy as you bent over, his cum dripping out of you. He walked over to you, grabbing a handful of your hair and running his thumb over your dripping slit to your clit. You let out an involuntary moan, gasping as he bent over your back to whisper in your ear. “As long as you’re mine, you won’t be needing panties, bunny.” He slapped your ass.

You glanced back at him, your jaw slack as you scoffed, meeting the sly grin pulling at his lips. “You better run to the house before I fuck you against the rest of these woods, sugar,” He practically growled in your ear, biting your neck before stepping back. He chuckled as you bit your lip, shooting him a seductive grin before running back to the cabin.

“Good girl.”

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A Hard Days Work

SamBucky x F!Reader - hurt comfort/fluff

Warnings: mention of small injuries, exhaustion, not quite fainting but close to it, anxiety, and loads of kisses and sweetness. A good old fashioned whump.

After a hard day on the field leaves you exhausted, your boyfriends Sam and Bucky take care of you.

To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. The mission was brutal. The enemy had more backup than your team thought and something simple turned into an absolute blood bath of fighting with all you physically could. Your team consisted of you, Thor, and your partners, Sam and Bucky. The four of you defeated the enemy, but the toll it took on your body was outrageous. You could barely remember the last punch you threw, decking the man on the field before you collapsed to the grass beneath you. Though all four of you were beat, Bucky was a super soldier, Sam was in the air for a lot of the fight shooting from above, and Thor wasn’t your average person. You took care of most of the combat and your teammates were well aware. Luckily no one sustained any major injuries, besides a few bruised ribs and a couple cuts. Now you were sat in one of the seats on the Quinjet, barely hanging onto consciousness.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?” One of your boyfriends, Bucky asked. You could feel his cool metal hand brush a speck of mud from your dirty face. You nodded, unable to find the energy to speak. “We’re almost home, baby. Hang on.” Bucky shared a worried look at Sam, who was sat in the other seat next to you.

Once the jet had landed, Bucky and Sam hooked their arms around you and helped walk you down the ramp.

“Good job, today Y/N.” Thor smiled at you.

You gave him a weak smile back and groaned as Bucky lifted you bridal style. “I’m sorry, honey. We’ll be inside in a minute.”

Sam held the door for Bucky and the two men kicked off their dirty combat boots before setting you carefully down on your feet. You could barely feel your shaking legs as you hung onto Sam. Bucky slowly started to undress you, unzipping your suit and working to get the weapons and safety gear off.

“I gotcha.” Sam whispered in your ear, his strong arms wrapped around your waist as you fought to stay awake. “Stay with us, beautiful. We’ll be in bed soon.” His soft voice was like honey to your tired ears, a weak smile forming on your lips.

“I’ll get the shower started. She should have something to drink.” Bucky was focused, his mind in tactical survival mode. Sam knew he got like this when you or him were banged up or tired after missions. It was his way of coping, keeping control over things he could.

“I’ll get her a gatorade, honey,” Sam reassured, watching Bucky’s nervous eyes look at you before he walked to the bathroom.

“You drink some too,” Bucky said, giving Sam a stern look before entering the room.

“Yes, sergeant.” Sam chuckled, helping you sit on the bench at the end of the bed. “Hang tight, okay?” When you nodded, he walked to the fridge and grabbed three drinks, one for Bucky too. He often times forgot about his own care when it came to you and Sam.

You felt your head swim, the ache burning every single muscle in your body as you gripped the bench, fighting to stay awake. The adrenaline had fully worn off and you were in that drop point where everything felt awful and all you wanted was to pass out. You almost gave in before you felt two hands on your exposed thighs, one cool and one warm. “Gotta stay awake, sweetheart.” Bucky felt his heart squeeze when you let out the saddest sigh. He knew this feeling all too well from his Winter Soldier days. After being sent to act as a machine, coming back and feeling like every fiber in your body hurt and your mind was toast after concentrating so hard. He hated seeing you like this.

“I just want to sleep.” You whined, resting your forehead on his bare shoulder. It was hard not to crumble right there and then. No one would blame you either.

“I know honey, I know.” Bucky swallowed back tears, biting his lip before Sam walked in.

“Here.” Sam handed Bucky one of the chilled bottles before cracking one open for him.

“I’m fine, Sam.” He tried to hand the open one to his lover, which he refused.

“Bucky, drink some. You need to take care of yourself too.” Sam raised an eyebrow when Bucky rolled his eyes, taking a generous sip of the liquid before he turned his attention back to you.

“Here, babe.” Sam handed you the bottle and you sighed. Your hand was trembling from the strain of holding your gun, the vibration still echoing through your bones. He wrapped his hand around yours and helped bring it to your lips.

“Go slow.” Bucky rubbed circles on your thighs with his thumbs, watching as you took a few small sips. When you started to cough his body tensed, his hand grabbing your shoulder. “Hey, easy, easy.” You let your head rest on Sam’s shoulder, trying to focus on Bucky’s hands.

“Come on, let’s get into the shower.” Bucky helped you and Sam up, all three of you walking to the large bathroom. Sam stripped the rest of his clothes while Bucky checked the water temperature. He stepped into the steamy glass doored shower and lifted you in, Sam following. All three of you let out a sigh of content when the hot water hit you. The shower had multiple heads, one for each of you.

You grabbed onto the shower wall and swallowed thickly. The heat went straight to your head and you felt the dizziness return. “Baby, hey,” Sam wrapped his arms around your waist again and held you up, pressing his lips against your forehead. “Talk to me.”

“So dizzy.” You grabbed onto his shoulders and sucked in a breath when the hot water hit your bruised ribs.

“We’ll be quick, doll,” Bucky said from behind you, grabbing one of the sponges and pouring some soap onto it. He carefully ran it over your back and down your sides, taking the blood and grime off. You hated not being able to take care of yourself. Usually, it wasn’t this bad, but you were grateful for your partners help. He planted a kiss on your shoulder as Sam reached over to grab your shampoo, gently working it into your hair. You let out a breathy moan when his fingertips massaged your scalp. The smell and their touch was grounding, it helped you feel human again.

After all three of you were scrubbed free of the aftermath of the mission, Bucky took over for Sam and held you flush to his chest, his arms tight around you as he kissed the skin under your ear. “You did amazing today, doll. Absolutely kicked ass, I’m proud of you.” He helped you step out of the shower and smiled when Sam handed him a fluffy towel and wrapped it around you.

“C’mere, gorgeous.” Sam lifted you up and set you on the cool countertop off the vanity, grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink.

“Great, my favorite part.” You sighed, leaning your head back against the wall as he got out the bottle of alcohol and antibiotic ointment.

“Sorry, doll.” Bucky walked over to you, planting a kiss on your cheek as he pulled off your towel, his eyes scanning over your body. “You didn’t get too beat up.”

“Yay.” You sneered, smiling when he chuckled. You had to have humor in this job, especially on days like these when all three of you saw so much destruction.

“Alright, you know the routine. Sorry about the sting.” Sam poured some of the strong smelling liquid onto a gauze pad and pressed it onto one of the larger cuts on your arm, his heart breaking when you hissed, biting your lip. “I’m sorry, honey.” Sam took the pad off and wrapped a bandage around your bicep.

You felt the dizziness hit again as he worked, your mouth going dry and your stomach flipping. You heard the ringing in your ears before Bucky’s muffled voice shouted. “Y/N!” He grabbed your shoulders, holding you up. His metal hand found your cheek, his worried blue eyes searching yours as they threatened to roll back. “Hey, stay with me. Doll, eyes on me.” He tapped your cheek gently. “Don’t pass out on me, now.”

He let out a small breath when you locked eyes with him, giving a gentle nod. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bed. He helped you lay back against a few propped up pillows.

Sam grabbed one of his shirts and a pair of panties for you, along with the massage gun they’d invested in. “Alright, everyone on the bed.” He sat next to you and Bucky climbed up to sit on the other side of you, the routine known to everyone. He helped you slide the shirt on and you shimmied the panties on.

“I hate to say this, but this is gonna suck, honey.” Sam sighed. It was essential to helping you feel better in the morning, less achey, but when the muscles were sore like this right after, it was painful. You knew it would be ten fold because of how hard you worked, you’d never felt like this before.

“I know.” You sighed, leaning your head back against the pillows. “Go ahead. I’ll be okay.”

Bucky’s eyes were still laced with worry, his brow furrowed with concern. He grabbed your hand and watched as Sam turned on the machine and carefully ran it along your thigh muscle. You bit down on your lip and screwed your eyes shut, trying not to squirm.

“I’m sorry.” Sam placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, running the gun up and down your thigh, targeting different muscles. He knew how bad this could hurt. You all did.

After he got done with both legs and your feet, he moved to your shoulders, helping you sit up and face Bucky as he pulled the shirt out of the way. “Deep breath,” He instructed, switching the attachment of the gun.

You did as he told you, toying with the hem of your shirt to distract yourself. Bucky let you rest your forehead on his bare shoulder. As the machine hit your trap muscles, you nearly screamed. That was where all your tension was, especially with holding a gun for five hours.

“I got you.” Bucky grabbed your forearms and kissed your temple, his heart breaking. “It’s okay, just a few more minutes.” But a few minutes felt like forever, and when Sam moved to the other side of your dominant arm, you sunk your fingertips into Bucky’s leg and felt hot tears stream down your cheeks. “Stop!” You sucked in a sharp breath. “Please, stop!” You were sobbing at this point, everything hitting you at once.

“Okay, okay, doll. Hang on.” Bucky felt panic rise in his chest.

Sam immediately turned it off and tossed it to the side, his hands finding your waist in an instant. “I’m sorry, honey. It’s okay, you’re done.” He shared a heartbroken look with Bucky and kissed the back of your neck.

“I can’t, I can’t.” You crumbled, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Doll, it’s okay. You can relax now. Okay? You’re done, its okay. We got you. Shh. Breathe for us.” Bucky’s hand found the back of your neck, holding your close as they both soothed you.

Once you had slowed your sobs and calmed down, you pulled back and wiped your bloodshot eyes. “Thank you guys.” You felt embarrassment bring heat to your cheeks.

“You don’t need to thank us, honey. We love you, and you handled eighty percent of that mission today. Let us take care of you.” Sam smiled when you turned and hugged him, his warm muscular arms wrapping around your waist. “We got you.”

Bucky smiled through his worry, his eyes softening at the sight of you and Sam. He loved you both so much, and anytime either of you were upset or hurt, it killed him. He had finally gotten the love he’d always dreamed of, and he was terrified of loosing it.

“Can I sleep now?” You chuckled sadly, pulling away and sniffling.

Sam’s bottom lip caught between his teeth when he saw Bucky’s expression. He knew that look all too well. “Yeah, you can. But you gotta drink the rest of this.” He grabbed the half full bottle of gatorade from earlier and handed it to you.

“Deal.” You sighed, taking sips of the orange liquid.

“Alright, mister. Come here.” Sam patted the space between his legs.

Bucky hesitated, “No, Sam you should go next. I’ll use it on you.”

“Ah-ah. Here, now. Captain’s orders.” He smirked, knowing neither of you could resist that.

“Damn it.” Bucky chuckled, looking over at you as you smirked, nodding to Sam. He crawled over the bedspread and sat between Sam’s thighs, letting out a heavy breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He grabbed your feet and put them in his lap, needing to feel you close to him.

“Don’t be a tough guy, either. You tell me if you need to stop,” Sam warned, turning on the gun and carefully running it over his flesh shoulder. Bucky grunted, squeezing your ankle as he got used to the feeling. He ran the vibrating gun along each shoulder, easing the pressure when Bucky winced. When he was done, he dropped the gun to the side and kissed between his shoulder blades. “You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

Bucky sighed, relishing in the feeling of Sam’s kiss before he spoke. “Yeah, yeah. Now switch, it’s your turn. Sergeants orders.” He smiled.

“Oh shit, you better listen, Sam.” You teased, smiling at them through tired eyes.

“Don’t start.” Sam chuckled, pointing a finger at you as he switched spots with Bucky, placing your legs over his lap now. He was the only one out of you who didn’t mind the feeling; in fact he sometimes enjoyed it, especially with the weight of his wings, he got soreness in his back.

Bucky turned the gun on and ran it over the sides of his spine, squeezing his shoulder when he tensed at first. “Relax, bird.”

“I love you, boys.” You sighed dreamily, looking at the two gorgeous men in front of you. They were so good to you, and you always felt so lucky to have them in your life.

They both looked at you and smiled, Sam’s smile was warm and genuine, his hand finding yours and squeezing it. While Bucky’s was pure genuine joy, a hint of disbelief in his eyes. Sam and You told him every day, but it still made his chest warm when either of you said it at random times like this.

When they were both done and had finished drinking some more of their water and gatorade, occasionally making you drink more too, you were all sprawled out on the bed, aching bodies sinking into the mattress as you stared at the ceiling. You swallowed, glancing at both of them before you felt the anxiety creep in. It always happened before you went to sleep after a hard mission. The need to hold them close. So you grabbed Sam and wrapped yourself around him, burying your face into his neck. He smiled, wrapping his arms around you and reaching over to tug Bucky’s shirt, pulling him over. He pressed his warm chest to your back, throwing his flesh arm around you and burying his face into your hair, inhaling the smell of your shampoo. He pulled the comforter up over all three of you and let out a sigh. You were all safe. Everything felt okay.

Bonus:

When you had fallen asleep, Sam opened his eyes to meet Bucky’s. The soldier was still in his head, working through his worries and fears as he watched you two. Sam reached over you carefully and cupped his bruised cheek, running his thumb across the bone. “We’re okay, Buck. We’re safe, everyones okay. You can relax.”

Bucky’s eyes watered as he looked at Sam, giving him a nod before kissing his palm. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Buck. You can rest now, you took care of us. We’re okay.” He gave him a reassuring smile and felt his chest warm when Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut, the man finally resting after today.

And all three of you finally slept. A well earned one at that.

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Lunch break

Lee Bodecker x reader mini fic - smut

Warnings: Oral(female receiving), fingering, pet names(Sugar, baby girl, peach)

18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! BY SELECTING READ MORE YOU ARE CONFIRMING YOU ARE OF AGE! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION

He had you on the desk, your legs draped over those muscular shoulders, the smell of his cheap dime store cologne that you loved so much filling the room as he devoured your dripping cunt.

What led up to this point was a blur; something like you walking into his office after a particularly stressful phone call. It was lunch hour but he wasn’t hungry for his sandwich, he wanted you. And he had you.

The obscene sounds of his wet tongue laving through your soaked pussy lips was sure to be heard through the precinct, but he didn’t care. He was the sheriff, and if anyone dared to interrupt his ‘lunch’, they’d be fired.

“Fuck, Lee!” Your voice echoed off the quiet stuffy walls, his planner digging into your back on the desk as you writhed under him.

“Taste so fuckin’ good sugar. Been craving you all day,” he mumbled against your clit, his voice vibrating the sensitive flesh. You could feel his tongue slipping into your fluttering hole, lapping up every ounce of juice that gushed from you. It was exciting, risky, and oh so delectably dirty.

“Right there, please don’t stop!” Your hands wrapped around the wood edge of his desk, your thigh muscles twitching as he sucked on your clit.

“Cunt’s so fuckin soaked baby girl, so pretty all wet and open for me.” He brought his pointer and middle finger to your lower lips and spread them apart, exposing more of your sensitive nub to his unrelenting mouth. Your hips bucked as he slid a finger into your hole. “Greedy little cunt. I know she wants my cock but no way in hell I’m wasting a drop of this.”

He was determined, downright mad, a man on a mission with insatiable hunger for you. You never thought a man would enjoy eating pussy this much until you met Lee.

“Fuck, so close Lee!” You squeaked, chest heaving as you glanced down. His eyes were shut, his wrist twisting as he steadily pumped a finger in and out of you, curling it to tap your g-spot as he sucked and licked your clit.

“Mmm not yet sugarplum. One more minute, i’m not done.” He slid his finger out and grabbed your thighs firmly with both hands, his wet fingers digging into your flesh as he held you open and still for him. You were squirming, the pressure building as you fought your release.

“Please, Lee! Need to cum!” Your whole body was burning, your back arched painfully as the pleasure kept building and building, his tongue flicking your swollen clit.

“Alright sugar, don’t hurt yourself. Give me all ya got. Cum all over my fuckin face,” he growled. His nose brushed your clit as he ran his tongue over your entrance.

You came with a scream that barreled through the halls of the building as your legs shook and you gripped the desk for dear life. Your muscles clenched, thighs clamping around his ears as he sucked, licked and nibbled your over sensitive flesh.

“Fuck sugar, so good. Such a good girl for me.” He hummed, delivering one long, slow lick from your entrance to your pubic bone, kissing your clit before he sat back to look at your disheveled appearance.

You were breathless, plopping back fully on the laminated oak, your legs butterflying out as your muscles twitched, the cool air hitting your pussy.

His eyes were glued to you as he wiped his chin with the cuff of his work shirt, licking his lips at the sight of you exposed to him still.

Just as you sat up to grab your panties, you felt a hand on your ankle.

“Where you think you’re goin’ peach? I got twenty minutes left of my lunch hour and I’m still hungry.”

A needy whine left you as you bit your lip, laying back again.

Lunch was probably going to run over time today.

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Are you mine?

Bucky x F!Reader-smut

Bucky has to leave on a business trip, but he’s determined to have something to remember you by in the loneliness of his hotel bed.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, creampie, some cum play, dirty talk, being photographed during sex(consensually), fingering, oral-female receiving, possessiveness, mentions of male masturbation.

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Okay so here’s the thing:

Bucky Barnes has barely had anything he could call his own in what felt like ninety years. He went to war, spent the rest of his life up until this point with the bare minimum. So when he got an apartment, a stable job working with Sam, and you, he easily became possessive. And no, we’re not talking about the toxic kind of him saying you can’t go out half naked or no other person with a penis can speak with you, we’re talking about subtle things. His dog tags found their way around your neck six months into living together, his home was filled with things you’d bought him, and you often times never walked around his apartment without one of his shirts clung to your body over a pair of wet panties from what just happened in the bedroom.

He liked to ask you things when he was balls deep inside you, fucking you into next week like “Who’s pussy is this baby girl?” “Who’s making you feel so good?” “Say my name.” And it made you a soaked mess.

It was the kind of respectable hotness that made you burn. Wanting to be needed by him. He treated you like you were the only thing he had, the one thing he couldn’t lose. He made sure you felt loved and showed you his appreciation every day.

One thing he also liked to keep hidden in a secret folder on his phone, was the hundreds of NSFW photos he’d taken of you. Bucky went on long trips with Sam, and when you two were apart, you liked to send him little reminders of his pussy, or how much you missed him. He loved it, he lived for it.

And he was on a hunt to collect more.

Bucky was expected to leave for a four day trip to DC to help Sam with some logistical meetings. He had just finished zipping up his small carry on bag when you came out of the shower; water dripping down your freshly exfoliated legs, the smell of your soap making his stomach fill with butterflies. He watched as you applied your various serums and creams to your beautiful face he’d hate to leave. His eyes trailing down your damp chest, beads of water dripping into the towel tied tight around your breasts. You were heavenly, a sight he could only describe as his best dream, and also his wildest fantasy.

He swallowed when you bent over to grab the small jar of lip balm that had just tumbled from your manicured hands. The angle exposing your wet-no, soaked pussy to him, and he audibly groaned.

“Enjoying the few, Sarge?” You caught him red handed, a smirk on your face as you smeared the mint flavored gloss onto your lips, looking at him in the refection of the mirror. You could see from the few feet distance, even through the foggy glass that his pants were tight. His hand absentmindedly palming his cock though his jeans.

He stood, straightening his aching knees from kneeling on the hard floor for so long. His bare feet padded across the floor to the bathroom, the cool tile under his soles as he stalked over to you. His hands quickly found your hips and his lips brushed against the side of your neck, inhaling your scent.

It made you shiver, not only from the ticklish breathes fanning across your skin, but the way his oceanic eyes darkened when they met yours in the mirror. He was thinking devious thoughts, surely bending you over the sink and fucking you in his daydream.

“You’re killing me, gorgeous.” He growled, sending heat rushing between your thighs. “Look so pretty, all wet and smelling like fresh fruit. Good enough to eat.” His fingertips sunk into the damp cotton towel, into your hips and you gasped.

“Something tells me you’re about to make me need another shower, Sarge.”

He huffed a laugh, sliding his hand up to where the towel was tied and letting it fall to your feet. “Gotta get my lovin’ in before I leave you.”

Before you could reply, even open your mouth to speak, he had you spun around and thrown over his shoulder. A breathless giggle erupted through you when he smacked your ass, before carefully plopping you onto the freshly made bed.

“You better get to work then, baby.” You gasped when he roughly pushed your legs apart and trailed open mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs, reveling in the smooth skin.

“Oh I plan on it. Need my fill of my pussy before I leave.” He slid his flesh hand between your open thighs and his fingers found your lower lips, spreading them apart. His hungry eyes fixated on sight before him, memorizing the way your hole clenched around nothing, wetness pooling around your entrance just from his light touch. “Oh doll…” He sighed dreamily, leaning in and flattening his tongue before running it from your slit to your clit, shutting his eyes as he savored the taste. “Prettiest damn pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

His gaze sent heat up to your face. You instinctively wanted to close your legs, shy away from the intensity, but you knew better than to hide his pussy. Your back arched off the bed when two of his thick fingers effortlessly slid into your dripping hole, stretching you open.

“Mind if I take some pictures for my trip doll face?” He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, stroking your velvety walls.

“G-go ahead,” You answered breathlessly, your mouth falling open as his thumb brushed over your throbbing clit.

“Good girl.” He reached over to the nightstand beside him and grabbed his phone, unlocking it and opening the camera app. The lighting in the room was picture perfect. The Brooklyn sunset shining through the sheer curtains, illuminating your glistening body. He swore he was photographing living breathing art.

He held the camera between your legs as he fingered you, and you could hear the sound of the camera shutter. The thought of you living in his phone like this, knowing he’d be looking at them in his hotel bed when you weren’t there made your heart do flips and your pussy clench around his digits.

“Mm, baby. You like being photographed? Like knowing I’ll be looking through these…” He slid his fingers out and spread the wetness over one of your erect nipples, snapping a few photos of your heaving chest. “My hand wrapped around my cock, wishing it was your pretty cunt.”

“Yes,” The words rolled off your tongue breathlessly, barely even registrable. But he heard it, and a satisfied grin formed on his lips as he leaned down to latch his mouth around your nipple. His tongue swirled around the hardened bud, sucking the taste of your arousal off. He relished in the way you writhed and whined under him, your hands anchoring themselves on his shoulders.

“My pretty girl. Always so so good to me.” He reached down and unzipped his jeans, yanking them down with his boxers. “You want my cock baby? Want me to fill you up real good before I leave?”

“Please, Bucky!” You hated when he teased, his patience was something you didn’t have. And he loved watching you squirm.

“Alright baby girl.”

You felt the leaking tip of his cock nudge your entrance before he pushed into you; slow and deep, making you feel every inch. He smiled when you gasped, his lips finding your neck as he stilled, letting you adjust. He brushed his teeth over your throat, savoring the way your walls fluttered around him. “Always take me so good, doll. No matter how many times I get to sink into this pussy, I never cease to be amazed at how perfect I fit. Like you were made for me.”

Your fingertips trailed down the fabric of his shirt, pushing the material up to dig your nails into his back and leave some scratches to remember you by. It was a shared experience of claiming each other. Truth be told, you felt possessive of him too. And that made him melt.

He started to thrust slow and deep, his hip bones pressing into yours, his hand wrapped around your waist. You could feel the veins of his throbbing cock sliding against your walls, the delicious stretch of his girth stimulating every nerve ending. It didn’t take long before he got greedy and started to speed up, shallow quick thrusts out of desperation, wanting to feel you scream and cry his name out. To remember the sound of you falling apart under him.

And you did.

Your nails surely leaving crimson red streaks along his skin, your legs clamped around his waist, heels digging into his tailbone as you gripped him closely, equally as greedy for him too. Your shared pants filled the room between his grunts and your moans. The sound of your squelching pussy sucking him in was music to his ears, and the smell of sex deliciously filled the steamed up room.

He lifted his body for just a moment to glance down at where you were connected, his mouth falling open at the sight of his cock glistening with your wetness, your thighs trembling. “Oh fuck, look at that,” He rasped, “Pussy’s so damn wet for me.” He slid his hand under your body to your lower back, lifting you just enough to pound into you deeper.

The angle made you scream, his name rolling off your tongue in a chant, a plea, begging him for all he could give you. Your hand found its way between your hot bodies to your clit, rubbing the soaked bundle of nerves in tight circles, pulling a groan from him as your walls tightened.

The pressure built hard and fast in your abdomens, both of you chasing your release.

“You gonna cum for me, baby girl? Can feel you squeezing me, sucking me in. Cunt’s so desperate for my cum. You want that doll? Want me to pump you full of me before I go? Leave you dripping?” His filthy words made your jaw go slack, a weak nod is all he got as an answer.

“Gotta give me more than that doll. Know you’re fucked silly right now but I wanna hear you scream it. Tell me what you want.” He grunted, his pace fast and unrelenting, making you buzz with pleasure.

“Please, Bucky! Please give it to me, I need it.” You whined, giving him what he wanted, desperation heavy in your tone.

“Good girl.” Was what you got before the pressure snapped and you fell into a dizzying wave of intense pleasure, shocks vibrating through your core, dopamine rushing through your bloodstream as your walls clamped around him, keeping him inside you hungrily as you screamed his name.

He groaned at the feeling, your sounds driving him over the edge as his thrusts became sloppier and his hips stuttered, his huffs of air and grunts making you impossibly wetter as he chased his release. His head fell to your shoulder when he thrusted once, twice, then once more before he emptied himself inside you. Hot spurts of cum painting your convulsing walls, filling you to the brim. That was one thing about super soldiers you never thought you’d get the pleasure of finding out, they produced a lot of cum. And you could feel it overflowing and spilling out as he stilled inside you.

The both of you heaved and panted, bodies relaxing and his weight pressed you into the mattress. A blanket of Bucky draped over you as your hands trailed up to the back of his head, your nails raking over his damp scalp.

“That was amazing, Bucky,” You praised breathlessly, feeling the high fade, leaving you in a haze of relaxation.

“Love you so much, baby girl.” He lifted his head and slotted his lips over yours, his tongue slipping into your open mouth, claiming you in a lazy kiss. His hand brushed up and down your side soothingly before it went to your thigh. He smiled into the kiss when he felt the muscle trembling. “Shh, I got you baby.” He soothed, awakening the dormant butterflies in your stomach.

“So good to me doll.” He looked into your dilated eyes, memorizing the different shades of color. He was truly infatuated, so deeply in love it hurt. He hated leaving. As fun as these goodbyes were, he never wanted to be apart from you.

“You gotta get going honey. You’re gonna be late for the plane.” You hated to remind him, cupping his stubbled blushing cheeks.

He sighed, kissing you one more time before he pushed his upper half up with his metal arm. “Alright. One more picture?” He smirked, making you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“One more picture. Make it quick.” You shoved him playfully, already knowing what was going through his horny brain.

“You’re the best.” He grabbed his phone and slowly slid out of you, his heart breaking at the sound of your whine. It made him want to stay even more, to keep you full of him all night.

His thoughts got derailed when he looked down at your cunt and saw his cum flowing out of you, dripping out deliciously. He felt himself get turned on again at the sight. He tapped the camera app on again and pushed your shaking thighs apart, running his cool vibranium fingers through your sensitive folds, making you shudder. He smiled deviously as he took a few pics, one with the flash to truly capture how wet and fucked out he made you. It was filthy, and he knew they’d come in handy later.

“So pretty all filled up, baby.” He pushed some of the cum back into your aching hole with his fingers, biting his lip when your back arched off the bed, pushing your overstimulated pussy towards his hand. “Damn,” He shook his head in pure amazement. You truly were a work of art.

He got off the bed and looked at you one more time before he went to the bathroom to clean up.

(Bonus)

A few hours later, after he landed in DC, had dinner with Sam and found himself in the bed of the hotel he was in, he pulled out his phone, missing you already. The thought of your glistening, sunbeam kissed body never left his mind that day. And when he opened the locked folder, his eyes widened at the sight of a video he didn’t take.

He pressed play and his jaw went slack.

It was a video you’d taken while he was in the bathroom, the camera following your delicate hand down your body to your leaking cunt, two of your fingers dipping into your cum soaked hole and bringing them back up to your lips, sucking off his release with a wink.

“Come home soon, Sarge. I love you.”

As if he couldn’t fall any deeper in love.

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SOUR PATCH KIDS

Bucky Barnes x Reader - Mild angst, tooth-rotting fluff.

Summary: Reader has been struggling with stress at work and Bucky finds a way to cheer her up.

Warnings: Neck biting/kissing, emotional exhaustion, burnout, skipping meals due to stress, mentions of spiders.


A/N: This is my first fic being posted on this page! I had the idea pop into my head when eating some Sour Patch Kids the other night and decided to make a fluffy one shot. Enjoy!

(Do not repost my work on any other platforms. I’m only on Tumblr.)

Bucky was a very observant person. After fighting in the war and having to use his senses to get him out of a lot of dangerous situations, he was often found scanning the room as he walked in. It wasn’t always for threats, though the paralyzing fear of danger was still ever-present in his heart. Sometimes his excellent sense of sight was used for good. There were multiple times when he caught a falling dish, or when he saw a rogue spider in the corner of the room, which Bruce always insisted on saving. But these days his eyes were scanning for something, or rather someone.


 Ever since you had permanently moved into the Avenger’s compound a few months back, Bucky Barnes has yet to peel his eyes away. He had to admit, you made the quiet soldier with a tough-guy attitude very nervous. An unmistakable heat always shot up to his cheeks when you waved at him, and the dormant butterflies in his stomach came to life in a dizzying swarm. It took him a while to admit to the feelings he was having, and after some encouragement from Sam, he decided to ask you out. 

The task was one of the hardest things he ever did, nearly tripping over every word he spoke as he invited you to the coffee shop across the street for a latte and muffins. It was also one of the most rewarding things he ever did. The date was so successful, you both instantly clicked, and after a few weeks of dating, Bucky became your boyfriend. 


The hundred and four-year-old man found himself enamored by you on the daily; from the way you always woke him up with a kiss on his forehead before you slipped out of bed to go on a run with Steve and Sam, or the way you paid attention to all his quirks. You knew how he liked the bed made, with the extra pillow behind his to keep his sore neck propped up from the weight of his arm and the occasional hand touches when he was getting lost in his head. He was amazed by your perceptiveness, always seeming to pick up on the shifts in his mood or when he needed some extra TLC. He tried to reciprocate as much as he could, paying attention to your daily routine so he could make it easier for you, and getting your favorite takeout on Monday nights when work was the most stressful. His efforts never ceased to make you smile.

There was something off about the past few days though. Bucky had noticed the way your mind was elsewhere, and the extra tension held in your shoulders as you replied to your boss’s incessant texts. Your work as the media manager for the team was great, it rewarded you with phenomenal pay, a place to live, and incredible benefits, but the ever amounting stress was draining. Having to take care of the image of the world’s greatest heroes was a lot, much more than one person could handle, and your assistant had just quit. The new tasks at hand were sucking the life out of you, and Bucky was well aware. 


There wasn’t much he could do about your work problems, being an Avenger kept him busy most days, not to mention the hours of therapy he had to attend. You always tried to find time to be together, especially on weekends, but for the past two of them, you had to cancel plans to catch up on work.

Bucky tried to understand, to offer to help you or coerce you to put the laptop down and go get a drink to relax, but he was always met with I can’t tonight, babe. Maybe next week? He was worried for you, and he didn’t know how he could help.


This morning was the same as all the rest, you getting out of bed early to get ready for work, leaving him with a quiet kiss on the cheek before you disappeared into the bathroom to apply your makeup and get dressed. He let out an exasperated sigh, pushing his heavy body off the satin sheets to walk to the dresser. He threw on one of his simple black shirts and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee for you. It was the least he could do. He leaned against the counter and watched the sunrise in the sky outside the large kitchen window as the coffee brewed, almost falling asleep standing up before he heard the crash in the bathroom. His eyes shot open, the blood-pumping organ in his chest clenching in fear before he ran to go see what it was. 


“Y/N, you okay?” He frantically asked. He didn’t wait for you to answer before he pushed the door open. When he saw you sat on the floor with tears welling in your freshly lined eyes, his face fell. “Doll, what happened? Are you hurt?” He sank to his knees beside you, cupping your face as he scanned over your body for injuries. As he searched, he noticed the broken container of face powder that had busted all over your black skirt, coating you in shimmer. 


“I got dizzy and fell on my ass, but I broke the fall with my expensive powder.” Your voice broke, choking back a sob as you looked down at your ruined pencil skirt in defeat. 


“Oh, doll…” He sighed, taking the broken plastic container from your hand and setting it on the counter before he pulled you into a hug, his flesh hand running up and down your back. “When’s the last time you ate?”


He had left dinner out for you last night after you texted him you’d be late, but you never touched the plate, opting to go to sleep instead. “Yesterday morning,” You shyly admitted, wiping your nose as you sniffled. 


He pulled back, resting his metal hand on your cheek, turning your face to look at him. He saw the sunken look of your teary, bloodshot eyes and it shattered his heart. “I made you some coffee, and I’ll make you some breakfast, okay? Let’s get you a new skirt.” He helped you up, unzipping the ruined garment around your waist.

“Thank you, Bucky. Sorry I scared you.” A tired breath left you as he helped you step out of the material, walking to the closet to grab the burgundy skirt that hung on the door handle you’d left there from creating an outfit this morning.


“I’m worried about you, Y/N. I know you’ve been swamped at work but they are running you ragged.” He handed you the garment, looking into your eyes as you slid it on, holding his shoulder to steady yourself.


“I know. Hopefully, by the end of this week, I should have a new assistant. For now, I just have to keep going.” You placed your hands on his broad chest, resting your forehead on his as he zipped the skirt for you, his cool metal fingers brushing over the skin of your waist. 


“If you don’t get one by next week, I’ll be your assistant.” He sighed, squeezing your hips gently. 


A soft chuckle left you as he smiled. “Bucky, you can barely FaceTime me. I don’t think you could handle being a Media Manager’s assistant.” 


He huffed, reaching down to grab the backs of your thighs to lift you, wrapping your legs around his waist. “As long as I can spend time with you, I’ll do anything you want. I miss my doll.” 


You couldn’t help but smile at his affection. Truth be told, guilt had been clouding over you from the lack of intimacy you two had recently, and you wanted nothing more than to drop everything and spend the day in bed, but you didn’t want to get fired.


“Now, sit here and I’ll make you something quick.” He set you on the counter, kissing you softly before he walked to the cabinet to grab some bread to put in the toaster. 


“Yes, sergeant.” You giggled, buttoning your blouse as he grabbed two plates. “I should be home around five tonight, hopefully.” 


He nodded, spreading some peanut butter on the toast before handing it to you. “I’ll be here. I’ll get us takeout from the Chinese place, okay?” He stood between your legs, resting his hands on your thighs as you ate.


“That sounds amazing, thank you.” You smiled. 


After you left, Bucky went to his therapy appointment, and kept his promise, walking to the Chinese place a few blocks away. He stopped in a few stores along the way to kill time, grabbing a few new pairs of jeans to replace his ripped ones. He glanced at his watch, excitement blossoming in his chest when he saw the time, four-thirty. Half an hour more and he’d see you again. 


On his way into the restaurant, he heard the familiar chime of your text tone. He pulled the phone from his back pocket to read. 


‘Hi, honey. I’m so sorry, there was an emergency with Dr. Strange, and I have to release a statement. I’ll be home later than I thought :(‘


The text pulled a dramatic sigh out of his lungs, his heart weighing heavy with disappointment, but most of all he was worried. After this morning, he knew you were reaching close to burnout if you hadn’t already surpassed it. He walked into the restaurant and ordered your usual takeout choice.

On the way back home, he passed by the corner drugstore, and a certain color caught his eye. A bright display next to the refreshments in the window of Sour Patch Kids. A smile spread on his face at the green bag. When you first started dating, he always found you somewhere in the compounds’ movie room, snuck off by yourself to watch a cheesy horror movie while eating nothing else but the sour candy.

He had never been a fan of sour things, especially not as sickly sweet as those, but he quickly grew to love them. Especially when you’d eat all the red, blue, and green, explaining to him how they were the best flavors in the whole bag. When you had sufficiently eaten all of your favorite flavors, he would gingerly take the bag from your hand and eat the yellow and orange candies, which became his favorite. The mutual agreement of sharing a bag became a tradition between you two.




 One day, after a particularly rough mission, he snuck off to the movie theater to cry in the dark, taking your hiding space in the back row of seats when he thought you were at work. When your soft footsteps interrupted his quiet sobs, his teary blue eyes blinking away the tears to look up at you, he’d always remember the laugh that rumbled through his achy chest when you handed him the brand new bag of Sour Patch Kids you’d just bought for yourself. You talked for hours that day, and it was the moment he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

The sight brought back the emotions, the feelings, and most of all, the reminder of how much you meant to him. He quickly pushed open the glass door and walked to the display, grabbing the largest bag. 


When you pushed the door to your shared room open at the late hour of midnight, Bucky heard your keys and purse drop onto the marble table. He heard the heavy thud of your heels hitting the floor, but what caught his attention most was the quiet sniffles you were trying to hide. 


He walked out of the bedroom, flicking on the light. “Doll?” His face fell when he saw the running mascara and your slumped form. 

“Hey.” You forced a smile, wiping the tears off your face. He rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist in an instant. “I’m sorry it’s so late.” You let yourself crumble in his hold, crying into his light blue cotton shirt.


“Don’t worry about that.” He rested his chin on your head, rubbing your back as you let your emotions go “Please tell me you found an assistant.” When you tilted your head to look at him, his hands instantly found your cheeks, the pads of his thumbs wiping away the falling tears as his sympathetic sapphire irises flicked between yours. 




“I did.” A tired smile formed on your lips when he let out a sigh of relief, shutting his eyes before he crashed his lips onto yours. A surprised squeak left you before you melted into the kiss, surely smearing lipstick all over his mouth as he pulled your chest flush to his, his tongue gliding against yours in desperate hunger. When you pulled back again to catch your breath, his lust-blown pupils met yours. “And I have a week off.” You smirked.


His eyebrows shot up towards his hairline, “Are you serious?” Your nod made him smile before he crouched down and grabbed your middle, throwing you over his shoulder as you fell into a fit of giggles. “Never letting you leave again.” He nearly growled, biting the exposed skin of your upper thigh as he smacked your ass.


“Bucky put me down!” You laughed, blushing as he set you down on the couch, knowing damn well he wasn’t going to leave you alone for the next seven days.


“I got you something, hang on.” He pecked your lips, ignoring your laughs when you saw the cherry red pigment on his mouth. He ran to the bedroom and returned with a small brown paper bag, sitting next to you. “Here.”


“What’s this?” You smiled, taking the bag from him as he excitedly waited for you to open it. You slid your hand inside, pulling out the plastic candy bag and looking at the neon-colored packaging. “Oh, Bucky…” It was such a simple thing, something so easy to find that would be meaningless to others, but the sight brought an ear-to-ear grin to your lips, along with tears that fell freely down your cheeks. You looked up at him through the glassy tears, “Thank you.” 


“I saw them in the pharmacy and thought about that day in the theater when I was upset.” He smiled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “That day I knew I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life, rain or shine, any ups and downs. I’ve been feeling down without you, but it’s not your fault. I am here for you doll, just as you have been for me. I love you, and I’m proud of you for pushing through even though you’ve been stressed. I admire you so much.” 


His words went straight to your chest, pulling at your heart before you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly and nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling his cologne. “I love you too. I promise I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. Thank you for supporting me. And thank you for the candy, it’s been so long since I’ve had them.” You chuckled, sniffling as you kissed his neck. 


“Does that mean maybe this time I can have a few blue ones?” He smirked, sighing as your lips danced across his skin. 


“Listen, I said I loved you, but that seems a bit extreme.” You laughed, the sound music to his ears.


“Not even a red one?” He teasingly pleaded, squeezing you gently.


“We’ll see.” 




(Bonus)




Later that night, after eating the reheated Chinese food, you decided to watch Bucky’s favorite movie, The Hobbit. He was laid between your legs, his back against your stomach and his head on your chest. His hands lazily massaged your thighs as you ate your candy, occasionally handing him a yellow one. When he reached his hand up for you to give him another, you bit your lip, setting a blue candy in his palm. He didn’t even look before popping it into his mouth. You waited before he noticed, and when he did his reaction made you burst into laughter. He turned around, resting his chin between your breasts.

“So that’s what they taste like.” He scrunched his nose when you giggled, his hands grabbing your hips and pinning you down before he kissed your neck. “You’ve been keeping these from me for a reason, you little shit.” He bit your neck, smiling as you laughed under him. 


You knew from that point on you’d be sharing them, especially if it made him do that every night. 

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Patience Babygirl

Kinktober day 4

Mickey Henry x F!Reader

Kink: Cockwarming and Begging

Warnings: cockwarming, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie,

Summary: Mickey has spent most of the day working in his office, and you’ve been without him long enough.

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI! BY CLICKING READ MORE YOU ARE CONFIRMING YOUR AGE! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION!

The day was winding to an end, the beautiful Grecian sunset lighting the sky ablaze in a fiery sea of orange and yellow. It was one of your favorite parts of living there, besides the man you met one night at a bar, Mickey. You had been together for almost a year now, and the two of you shared an apartment overlooking the city with a view that always captured the best view of the sunset. Mickey made sure of that.

It was a Saturday, your favorite. It meant both of you had the day off and you usually went shopping in the morning and spent the day in bed. However, Mickey had a big project making a track for a commercial, and he’d been working non-stop all day long. You were patient, quiet, cleaning around the apartment and painting your nails. But the day was almost done, and you missed him.

You walked to his small office and peeked your head into the doorway, biting your lip. You didn’t want to disturb him. He had an adorable concentrated face, the tip of his tongue between his lips as he tapped his foot. But he felt you staring, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, gorgeous?” He asked without turning to you.

You smiled and leaned against the frame, fiddling your freshly manicured hands together. “You’ve been at it all day, handsome. You almost done?”

He let out a soft sigh and rubbed his strained eyes, sliding his headphones off. He looked at the clock and guilt filled his chest as he turned to look at you. “Oh baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was so late.” He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Fuckin’ project has been working me so hard.” His eyes raked over your body, his bottom lip catching between his teeth. You had slipped on a lacy satin nightgown after showering, the one that came mid-thigh and hugged your breasts perfectly. “C’mere, you.” He held his arms out with grabby hands.

Your bare feet padded across the artesian rug in the room and you cupped his cheeks, kissing him softly as you straddled him on his office chair. He grabbed your thighs and helped you onto his lap, the soft material of his tan khaki pants brushing against your bare legs. He pulled back and brushed the hair from your face, his sapphire irises flicking between yours. “You look beautiful.” He slid his hand down your side and kissed your jaw. “I love when you wear this.”

“I know you do, babe.” You chuckled, brushing your fingers through his fluffy hair, grinding against him. “Come to bed, I need you.” Your tone shifted lower, want burning in your core.

He sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed your hips, shutting his eyes. “I gotta finish this, baby.” He slid his warm hands up your thighs, under your nightgown. “Are you not wearing panties?”

You leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I had to do something while you were away… the bed was so cold and empty.” You nipped at his earlobe. “Laid on the bed, your side. Took matters into my own hands.”

He felt his pants tighten and his mouth dry. He slid his hand up your inner thigh, his fingertips brushing through your folds. He groaned when he felt how wet you were. “Fuck. You’re killing me here, sweets.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair with his other hand and tilted your head back, his lips ghosting over your throat. “You wanna keep me company while I finish this? As soon as I’m done I’ll fuck you into next week.” He coated his middle finger in your arousal and spread it over your clit, rubbing slow circles on it.

“Fuck, Mickey.” You sighed, pushing your hips towards his hand. “Anything, please. Just need you close.”

“I got you, babygirl.” He unbuckled his belt, his lips attaching to the nape of your neck. “So fuckin’ needy, honey. You miss me that much?”

“So much, Mickey.” You glanced down at his hardened cock in his hand as he stroked himself. You felt yourself whine at the sight.

“Oh honey, didn’t know I had you so addicted to my cock.” He slid his tip through your folds, purposefully bumping your throbbing clit. “Tell me more about what you did on my side of the bed. Did you fuck that pretty pussy with your fingers? Or did you use that little vibe you keep in your panty drawer?” He slid just the tip inside, teasing you.

“I used the vibrator…” You rested your forehead on his, practically crying with want. “Please, Mickey.”

“Love hearing you beg, honey. Come on, keep going and I’ll let you warm my cock for a while.” He was such an asshole when it came to teasing. He could be so cocky.

“Please, Mickey. Please, I need you. Nothing feels as good as you do.” You were dripping onto his cock, your breaths short and jagged.

“So worked up. Did that little vibrator not do enough, baby girl? Did you cum?” He slipped the straps of the nightgown off your shoulders and let it pool around your waist, latching his mouth around your nipple.

“No. Please, Mick, give me more!” You gasped when his teeth grazed over the skin around your nipple.

“Alright, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” He grabbed your hip and slowly lowered you onto his cock, stretching your fluttering walls. “Oh fuck, baby. Pussy’s so wet and open for me, taking me all right away? You really did need me, huh?” He slid his hand up your back, his cool rings sending a chill through your spine. He smirked when you let out a breathy moan. “Atta’ girl.” He kissed you softly.

You knew he wasn’t done making you beg, and the ache came back when his finger found your clit again, rubbing agonizingly slow circles on it. “Let me finish this, okay?” He pulled back to see the wanton look in your eyes and smirked, turning back to his laptop as his hand moved to rest on your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin.

“You fucking tease.” You let out a breath, resting your forehead on his shoulder as he worked on his project.

“Oh I know, honey. Just love seeing you all worked up, needy for my cock.” He gripped your hip when you tried to grind down, holding you still. “Don’t. Not until I’m done.”

It felt like hours, when in reality it was only about ten minutes before you couldn’t take it anymore. You clenched around him and started to kiss his neck. “Can’t wait anymore, Mickey. Please.”

He groaned when you squeezed him, his cock twitching inside you, his grip tightening on your hip. “Baby girl,” He warned. “Patience. I’m almost done.”

You sighed dramatically, biting his neck gently which made him shut his eyes for a minute, he loved when you did that. He cleared his throat and started to finish his project, he was so close to giving in and fucking you into the carpet.

Just as he was about to send the completed file to his boss, you ran your hand through his hair again, lightly scraping the base of his neck with your nails. That was it, that was the breaking point. “Fuck it.” He slammed his laptop shut and crashed his lips onto yours.

You smirked against his mouth in satisfaction, rocking your hips to finally get some friction. He moaned into your mouth, his hands going down to grab your hips and help you ride him, his cock deep inside you. You were desperate, fucking yourself down onto him as fast as you could, your nails digging into his shoulders.

He nearly growled, pulling back and in one swift motion and picking you up and kicking his pants off, all while staying inside you. He laid you down on the rug next to his desk, laying between your legs and thrusting into you at a fast pace, the force making your tits bounce. The sound of skin slapping and the squelch of your pussy filled the room, his heavy breaths fanning across your neck. “Fuck, taking me so well baby girl.”

You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss as your heels dug into his tailbone. It was desperate, hungry, and passionate. His hand roamed over your body, kneading your breasts and traveling down to your clit.

“Fuck, Mickey!” You moaned loudly as his fingers toyed with your clit, feeling the coil tighten in your abdomen.

He trailed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, panting and grunting as he gave you everything he had, pounding into you at a furious pace. “Gushing all over my fucking cock, honey.” He glanced down to where you two were connected and let out a guttural moan. “Stupid project, kept me away from this pussy all day.”

“Felt so empty without you,” You rasped. He grabbed your thigh and held it against his waist, the rug sliding from the force of his thrusts. You were for sure getting carpet burn on your back.

“You gonna cum for me, gorgeous? Should I give you what you needed all day?” His teeth grazed over your throat, his tip brushing against your cervix as he snapped his hips. You could feel his thigh muscles flexing, his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“Please, Mickey! Let me cum!” You groaned, arching your back when his cock hit a sensitive spot inside you, pushing you over the edge.

“Alright, honey. Give it to me, cum all over my fucking cock. Let me feel you.” His hot breath fanned across the shell of your ear between pants.

Your screams filled the room as you writhed under him, grabbing the material of his damp shirt, cumming around him. Your toes curled into the material of the rug, your thighs shaking from the intense orgasm.

He grunted, “Atta’ girl, fuck. So pretty when you fall apart.” He kissed your jaw, his hips stuttering as he chased his release. He let out loud moans between your name, his hand grabbing your hip as he came inside you, his hot cum painting your walls. “Fuck, fuck!” He let out a breath, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“I’m interrupting your work more often.” You chuckled breathlessly, running your fingers through his hair.

A laugh rumbled through his chest as he lifted his head, gazing into your eyes, admiring your dazed, fucked out expression. “I like that idea.” He kissed you softly, brushing his hand over the outside of your shaking thigh. “I love you.”

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Sunshine and Plums

(Gif credits to @jamesbuchenan )

Bucky X F!Reader

Set before Civil War, the reader(Sunshine), is a woman who lives across from Bucky at the apartment complex in Bucharest. She becomes his light, his safety, his home. But when Bucky gets accused of the bombing, their wold falls apart, and she learns the dark truth about his past.

Warnings: mentions of depression, kissing, consumption of alcohol, Bucky gets a boner(that’s a warning, okay?)

Chapter 1:

Cinnamon Sugar daydreams

This is mostly fluff but I still want 18+ interactions ONLY! Do not proceed if you are a minor! By clicking read more you are confirming you are of age.

Bucky’s world had been turned upside down to say the least. After pulling Steve from the river, his memories came seeping back into his conscious, pulling him back to the dark reality of his life. He was a man on the run now, wanted dead or alive, and he had no idea what would happen next. He most certainly didn’t expect to find love, all things considered. He thought he’d find death the day he decided to seek shelter in a run down apartment complex in Bucharest. The rent was next to nothing and it wasn’t the prettiest thing in the world, but it worked. It was just him, his backpack, and an unmade mattress. That and the woman next door. He met her a week after moving in, when he finally felt brave enough to go get some groceries, or hungry enough that is.

She was coming home from work, after her shift at the clinic she worked at as a physical therapist. She looked tired from a long day, yet her eyes somehow sparkled when they met his as she dropped her purse on the carpet of the hallway, littered with stains that no one really wanted to know what caused them.

“Shit!” She cursed, bending down to pick up the various items that had spilled out. Bucky had just shut his door, not even bothering to lock it before he leapt forward, kneeling down to help the stranger pick up her scattered belongings.

“Here, let me help.” He insisted, his gloved hand brushing against hers as they both reached for her wallet. She followed the hand up to his face, smiling when she saw the beautiful, blue eyed stranger in front of her. She heard someone had moved in next to her, but she hadn’t seen or heard anyone.

“Thank you.” She smiled, watching as he grabbed the wallet, looking at the I.D that had slipped out somewhat, before handing it to her.

“You’re welcome, Y/N?” He read the name, bringing a smile to her lips as she tucked it into her navy blue handbag, worn and full of her necessities.

“That’s me.” She chuckled, sliding the bag over her shoulder as they both stood, extending her hand out to his. “You’re the new neighbor, right?”

He smiled at her, nodding as he gently shook her hand, feeling a tingle in his fingers as her soft grip shook his his. She bit her lip, flicking her curious eyes between his as she took in his unshaven, slightly disheveled appearance, yet somehow so naturally stunning.

“I’m Bucky.”

It was love at first sight, if you believe in that sort of thing.

Bucky knew better than to fall in love with someone. The common sense thing to do would to keep to himself, to not let anyone get close to him in fear of them ending up hurt, or worse. So he did. Regardless of the way his heart quickened when he heard her door shut, her many keychains jingling in her hand as she padded down the hallway to go to work. His enhanced sense of smell picked up on her gentle perfume, not overpowering, just enough to let you know it was her. He avoided her, as much as it pained him.

He learned when she left and returned, to make sure he wouldn’t bump into her. That was working just fine until one Saturday, when he opened his door to leave, making his usual trip to the store when she opened hers. She was dressed in the most beautiful outfit he’d ever seen, a yellow spaghetti strap shirt, golden just like her aura, with her navy blue high-waisted pants that flared at the bottom. Her hair was perfect, it looked different than last time, maybe a haircut? Some new products? And her lips, the prettiest shade of red he’d ever laid eyes on. He froze in his tracks, stunned at the sight of her beauty, and seeing her face to face for the first time in weeks. When her eyes met his, under her thick mascara coated lashes, she smiled. Oh, her smile. It was like a light shining into his soul, illuminating the dark parts that hadn’t seen light in centuries.

“Hey, stranger.” The woman spoke, locking the door behind her, tucking the keys into the bag he was all too familiar with.

“Hi,” He squeaked out, at a loss for any cohesive words as his mouth went dry, his heart thumping in his chest as his eyes roamed her face, drinking in the sparkles on her cheeks, the way her eyeliner went into a little point and her bright, toothy smile.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile, I thought you may have moved out.” She bit her red stained lip, her teeth grazing over it as she fiddled with the button on her bag, those dreamy eyes flicking between his.

“No, still here.” He chuckled, feeling heat rush to his cheeks as he tucked a hand into his front pocket, clearing his throat.

She noticed the emptiness of the apartment behind him, as he stood in the open doorway. It didn’t look like a home at all, there was no tv, no bed, just the bare minimum.

“You look nice.” He forced the words out, his forehead dampening as he grew nervous.

She turned her attention back to his sapphire eyes, a grin pulling at her lips once more at his words. She felt a flutter in her chest when she noticed his rosy cheeks. “Thank you.” Her nose scrunched with a giggle, the simple motion making his stomach do backflips.

He cleared his throat, shifting his stance as he wracked his brain for words. ANY WORDS.

“Well, I have to get going. Nice to see you again, Bucky.” She smiled at him, holding her eye contact for a moment, nodding as she left.

She remembered my name…

“You too!” He called out, watching as she looked over her shoulder, winking at him before walking down the stairs.

He was melting, an absolute puddle on the floor from her wink. He shook his head aggressively, trying to snap himself out of the trance she had him in as he finally shut the door behind him.

A few days past and he sunk back into hiding, waiting out some impending doom he always felt was around the corner. He was taking laying low to such an extreme, slowly sinking into a whirlwind of depression. He was laying on his mattress, a sad blanket draped over his body as he stared at the stained ceiling, his mind hashing around pained memories of the past, and worries for the future. His stomach growled, reminding him of the lack of food in the small fridge, and the sad box of cereal he’d been eating for his meals the past few days. He felt his body growing weak, and he had no energy to go shopping, let alone his rationed funds.

Then he smelt something wafting from the apartment across from him, seeping under the crack of his door. It was sweet, like brown sugar and cinnamon flooding his senses as he sat up, trying to figure out what other spices he was picking up on. It smelled warm, comforting, and delicious. His stomach howled again, making him sigh in frustration, angrily throwing himself back against the mattress with a humph. He eventually let himself fall asleep, the tiredness consuming him and pulling him into a half dazed slumber as he let the smell bring him some comfort.

A knock at his door made him jump, his heart quickening, instantly going into fight or flight as he reached for his backpack ready for the worst. When he didn’t hear anything else, he frowned, slowly rising from the mattress on the floor and crept over to the door. He looked out the peep-hole, scanning for any threats. When he didn’t find any he opened the door painfully slow, tensing as he did, ready to fight for his life, before he looked down at his feet. There was a paisley dish set placed neatly at his doorstep, a folded piece of paper tucked neatly between the dishes.

A bomb?

Of course, his mind went to the worst possible outcome, but something in his gut told him it was okay, that maybe he should give it a try to at least read the note. He knelt down, taking the paper in his hands and unfolded it, reading the pink marker in messy yet delicate handwriting.

‘Bucky,

I hope this is okay, but I made a batch of snickerdoodle cookies this morning and had some extra. I figured you might want some. I hope you’re not allergic to cinnamon or anything, I’m not trying to kill my new neighbor. There’s also some lasagna I made after the cookies, in case you were in need of a home cooked meal. Hope you’re okay, maybe I’ll bump into you again sometime?

-Y/N :)’

Bucky’s stomach filled with butterflies, the fingers of his flesh hand running over the smily face at the end of the letter, a grin pulling at his lips as he re-read it. The butterflies quickly turned back into angry growls, reminding him of the hunger he tried to suppress earlier. He grabbed the dishes, walking into his apartment, and setting them on the counter. Once the door was locked and he was sure there wasn’t any danger, he grabbed the plastic fork he’d been reusing for the past few days, taking the dish of lasagna to his mattress, sitting on it. He took the lid off the ceramic dish, the smell of oregano and tomato filling his nostrils, making him groan. It was still warm, the steam escaping it as he stabbed his fork through the layers, taking a generous bite. He practically cried when the flavors met his tastebuds, his first homemade hot meal in what felt like forever.

He tried to pace himself, wanting to enjoy the taste as he scarfed it down, his insatiable hunger put on pause after he finished the entire plate, licking the sauce off the lid. His eyes wandered over to the plate of cookies next to him. He knew he should wait, but the temptation was too strong and he couldn’t resist. He reached over, folding back the wrap over the perfectly round cookies, grabbing the one on top of the stack. He smiled as sugar coated his fingers, bringing it up to his lips as the smell from earlier made him smile. He bit into it, moaning at the flavor. He could taste the love she poured into it. She didn’t even know it was his favorite as a kid, and she didn’t know that in that moment, the Winter Soldier’s broken heart felt better, that the man on his tattered mattress in his small apartment was brought to tears at the generosity of someone he’d only met a handful of times.

Needless to say, the cookies were gone in a matter of hours.

The next day, after he washed the dishes, making sure to treat them carefully, he found himself standing in his doorway; looking at her door across from him, a note in hand as he tapped his foot, unsure if he should knock or to leave it there.

He sighed, shaking the nerves from his mind as he took the steps over to her door, setting the dishes carefully on her doorstep, along with a small note and a flower he’d picked up at the farmers market a block down the road. He bit his lip, adjusting them a few times before he heard her coming towards the door. He rushed back inside his apartment, closing the door quietly, sucking in a breath as he watched through the peep-hole.

She was on her way to work when she opened the door, stopping in her tracks when her eyes landed on his perfectly arranged dishes at her feet. She knelt down, picking up the piece of paper first, her glimmering eyes reading over his perfect handwriting.

‘Y/N,

I really enjoyed your dishes, they were delicious. Thank you for thinking of me.

P.S I hope to bump into you again, too.

-Bucky :)’

A warm smile spread across her face as she read it, biting her lip as she looked beside the dishes, picking up the yellow flower. Her nose scrunched in the sweetest way, her eyes brightening as she ran her fingers over the petals of the flower.

Bucky felt a warmth spread in his chest at the sight of how happy she looked. He wanted to see her that happy every day. He wanted to make her that happy.

That little routine continued for weeks.

Y/N would leave dishes of her homemade food and bakery at his door, every time leaving a small handwritten note. Bucky looked foreword to her meals and her notes. It became their way of communicating. Bucky would return the cleaned dishes with a response note, and always a yellow flower. They started to use the notes to get to know each other, to ask how their weeks went and what their favorite movies were. It was a safe way for Bucky to communicate without getting too close. He felt himself falling for the woman next door, who he nicknamed the ‘Sunshine Girl’, due to the fact whenever he’d watch her open the letters, she would radiate happiness like sunbeams, her smile shining into his soul as she pressed the flower to her chest, savoring it as she floated back into her apartment, giddy and lovestruck.

He wanted with all his might to knock on her door one of these days, to hand her the flower himself, to let her sunshine shine onto him, not through the hole in his door. He was still afraid though, afraid that his clouds would dull her light, that his storm would hurt her. He didn’t trust himself, or the fact that he was still wanted regardless of how the media coverage had died down.

This all changed on a Saturday evening.

Bucky had opened the door around five o’clock, ready to grab the dishes of food she’d always leave at the same time, but there was none. He felt his heart sink at the empty doorway, the lack of sunshine in his day. He hoped maybe she had plans or maybe she was just running late, but his mind always went to the worst. He spent the rest of the evening stirring in his apartment, worried about the girl next door.

Glancing at the clock, he let out a sigh. It was ten, and there wasn’t any dishes. No delicious smells from her apartment, and no signs of her. He chewed at his lip, working up some courage to go over there, to knock, to grow a pair and hand her that damned flower in person.

“Come on, Bucky. It’s just a girl.” He grumbled to himself, frustrated at his lack of confidence. He shook his head, forcing himself to get out of bed, go to the bathroom and clean up. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and used some of the water in his hands to slick back his outgrown locks. Once he was somewhat satisfied with his appearance, he marched over to his door, opening it with determination, taking the steps towards hers, flower in hand. He sucked in a breath, feeling his heart in his throat as he lifted his gloved hand and gently knocked on her door. He waited, impatiently, listening for any sign she may be home, that maybe she’d open it.

When the door lock clicked, he felt his breath hitch in his throat, his eyes widening as she pulled it open. She wasn’t dressed up. In fact she was in a hoodie and biker shorts, her hair messy, and her eyes red and swollen. She had been crying.

“Bucky?” Her hoarse voice broke the silence, her tired eyes meeting his as he opened his mouth to speak, trying to find the words. He was shocked by the lack of sunshine, the lack of smiles, and the fact that she’d been crying.

“What happened?” Is all he asked, his face dropping as her eyes filled with tears again, unable to hold in the emotions. He looked at the woman in front of him, unsure of what to do. Should he hug her? Leave? It had been years since he’d been in front of a woman that made his heart beat the way she did, and he was rusty.

“I lost my job today.” The woman said through sniffles, wiping the tears that threatened to spill out with her shaky hand.

Bucky swallowed, his eyes saddening at her words. He took a deep breath, deicing to be brave and pull her into a hug. It was awkward, he was stiff, and she froze, surprised at the sudden affection from the shy man. A smile crept onto her lips once she relaxed, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked, rubbing her back gingerly, holding her like she was made of porcelain.

She pulled back, wiping her eyes with a soft smile still lingering on her lips. “I’d love that. Let me get changed. Do you want to come in?” His face lit up when she asked, his heart speeding up at the idea of seeing what the Sunshine girl’s place was like.

“Sure, thanks.” He smiled cutely, following her into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

“I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home.” She smiled at him, biting her lip as she watched the man’s eyes widen, looking at the walls around him, nodding.

Her apartment was a reflection of her. The walls were a pale yellow color, with some creme colored accents. It was the same size as his, but she had poured some time and effort into it, trying to spruce up the place. There was a wonderful smell coming from the dining/living area, radiating into the adjacent kitchen he stood in. It was a limoncello candle, next to a thick navy blue book. A smile formed on his face at the smell, as he wandered over to the table it sat on. He picked up the heavy book, running his fingers over the golden, indented text on the cover. It was a book on the human body, something expensive and detailed, filled with information he’d never dream of absorbing. He noticed a small dark green color peeking out of the middle of the book, his curiosity getting the better of him as he opened it to the page. his heart skipped a beat when he saw what it was. It was one of the flowers he’d given her, neatly pressed in-between the pages, along with her post-it-notes. Bucky felt a sense of pride, and a fuzzy feeling in his chest he couldn’t really put a finger on what exactly it was, until she walked out of the small bedroom.

She’d put on a small yellow sundress, something she’d considered casual. A dress she’d thrifted and bragged to her friends about the deal she got on it, regardless of the hole in the back she’d stitched. To Bucky, that dress was priceless. It hung on her body perfectly; tight around the ribs, flowing where here hips were, a white lacy belt wrapped under her breasts, lifting them perfectly. He felt his knees weaken at the sight, the foreign feeling growing in his chest. He realized in that moment what it was.

Love.

Later that night after many beers and so much laughter that made both of their cheeks hurt, Bucky’s feelings were cemented. It was the most he’d talked to her face to face, and even though all they’d had for the past few weeks were small scribbled notes, he felt like he knew her. Little did he know, she was feeling the exact same thing for the not-so-stranger next door.

She told him about her job as a Physical Therapist, working in a local hospital that she’d moved from Los Angeles to pursue her career and study abroad. Her stories filled his imagination with beauty, wonderful imagery in the way she described every detail, sensation, and emotion perfectly. He could listen to her talk for hours, and he did, hanging onto every word like it was her last.

He admired the way she laughed when talking about her first days in the hospital, not knowing if she’d fit in. Bucky couldn’t imagine how she wouldn’t fit in anywhere, considering she lit up every room she was in, filling it with her gorgeous laughter, and of course, her sunshine.

“So, what made you decide to move here, Bucky?” She asked, a smile on her red tinted lips as she sipped her beer.

Bucky nearly spat out his beer, feeling heat rush to his face from her question, internal conflict taking over. He couldn’t tell her. “I um… I wanted to restart, you could say. Pick myself up, and plant myself somewhere else.”

Smooth.

“I understand that. Well, I’m glad you decided to move here.” He swore he saw a twinkle in her eye as she teased, biting that damned bottom lip he couldn’t stop staring at.

“Me too.” He smiled, chuckling nervously as he silently hoped she wouldn’t ask anymore questions.

She leaned across the bar, grabbing a small napkin to wipe the condensation on her hands from the beer. Bucky’s throat tightened when he caught a glimpse of her bra, a small tattoo hiding under the strap on her shoulder. He tore his gaze away, not wanting to seem indecent as he looked at anything around him.

“I think I should probably stop after this one, how about you?” She smiled as she twisted the cap off her beer effortlessly, tossing it onto the bar as she watched his eyes wander back to hers.

“Yeah. Me too.” He smiled, knowing a few beers would have little to no affect on his Super Soldier body. He watched as she pulled the bottle up to her lips, taking a generous sip. He was utterly infatuated with her.

After the ‘last beer’, Bucky and Y/N walked back to the apartment a few blocks away. It was late, around four in the morning. The streets were quiet and the air was cool as they mindlessly chatted. The lights illuminated his features, his crystal blue eyes that she couldn’t stop staring into. She felt her heart skip when he unlocked the door to the apartment complex, his hand finding the small of her back as he opened the door for her.

He was odd, with his shy demeanor, and his leather gloves, but she liked odd. She liked him.

“Thank you for the drinks. I needed that.” She chuckled, looking up at him as they both entered the elevator.

He smiled, his shoulder brushing against hers as the elevator moved, shaking them. “I’m sorry you lost your job, they didn’t deserve you.”

She bit her lip, staring into his weary eyes as he drank in the sight of her, in person, in front of him, so close. He felt his stomach fill with butterflies when her eyes wandered down to his lips, her fingers mindlessly toying with the seam of her dress. He was faced again with his internal questioning… should he kiss her? Is it too soon? Does she want that?

Before he could find the answer, the doors to the elevator opened, breaking the tension that had built the short ride up. She felt a disappointment pang in her chest when the doors opened and he pulled away, letting her go first. She wanted him to kiss her, regardless of this being their first real in person interaction, she felt like she knew him. With the small notes they exchanged for weeks, talking about their passions and wether they liked cola or Pepsi. It was oddly intimate, romantic, and something they both cherished more than they’d ever know.

“This is me,” She joked, chuckling as she stopped at her door, pulling her keys from the pocket in her dress.

He huffed a small laugh, tucking a hand in his front pocket as he stood in front of her, searching his mind for something to say. “I had a nice time, Y/N.”

She smiled brightly, toying with the keys with her fingers as she flicked her eyes between his, her heart skipping when she noticed his eyes on her lips. “I did too, Bucky.” She spoke softly, her heart quickening as he shifted his stance, closer to her. Close enough to smell his shampoo, to hear the crackles in his leather gloves as he squeezed his hand into a fist nervously.

He sucked in a breath, his nerves getting the best of him as she gazed into his eyes, silently hoping he’d make a move. “Maybe we can do this again, sometime?” He asked, taking a step back towards his door, making note of the way her face fell as he stepped away.

She nodded, trying to hide the bubbling sadness in her chest at his distance. Her fingers stopped fiddling with her keychains. “That sounds good.” She smiled sadly at him, pausing before she spoke. “Goodnight, Bucky.” She met his eyes one more before turning to unlock her door, a small sigh escaping her as she opened it.

Bucky swallowed, panic setting in as she opened the door. She was going in, she was going to close that door and he didn’t even kiss her.

“Y/N, wait.” He blurted out, watching as she turned, her curious eyes moving from the floor to his as he closed the gap between them, swiftly cupping her cheek with his gloved hands, crashing his lips onto hers.

She let out a surprised noise at the abruptness, instantly relaxing as she kissed him back, her soft lips moving with his. He pulled away momentarily, searching her eyes for any signs of hesitancy as she looked at him with dilated eyes. Her tongue darted out, running along her bottom lip before she grabbed his face, pulling him back for more. He tasted her cherry lip stain, the beer on her tongue as he placed his gentle hands on her hips.

She guided him into her apartment, using her butt to nudge the door open, her hand searching the wall for the light switch as she kissed him. He chuckled into the kiss as he tripped over the rug, kicking the door closed with his foot as she parted for a moment, taking off her shoes. He did the same, following her lead.

She tossed the keys into the stained glass dish on the small coffee table under the light switch, catching her breath as she smiled at him, taking a moment to appreciate his stunning features before cupping his stubbled cheeks again. He crashed his lips against hers again, his heart thundering furiously against his ribs as she guided him to her couch. He parted for a moment, sitting on the velvet cushion, his lips stained from her red lipstick.

“I’d like to just continue kissing, is that okay with you?” She asked with hopeful eyes, searching the love drunk man’s eyes for permission as she stood between his knees. Bucky smiled, hearing how fast her heart was beating with his enhanced hearing.

“That sounds great.” He chuckled breathlessly, his excitement growing as she straddled his muscular thighs, resting comfortably on his lap.

“Is this okay?” She asked, her soft hand finding his flushed cheek, a soft smile on her beautiful lips as she waited for him consent.

“More than okay, Sunshine.” He said with an endearing smile, biting his lip.

Her heart fluttered at the nickname, chuckling as she got comfortable, leaning closer to his face. He took the glove off his non-metal hand, letting it find the side of her neck as she leaned down, placing a tender kiss on his lips. His gloved metal hand rested comfortably on her hip, his thumb rubbing circles against the soft fabric of her dress that pooled over his lap.

Bucky could smell her delicious perfume, something reminiscent of peaches and honeysuckle, it was intoxicating, pulling him into a whirlwind of her golden essence. She let out a small hum when his metal hand absentmindedly squeezed her hip, her lips parting as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. All his skills from his glory days came flooding back to him, reminding him of what to do as his tongue explored her mouth. Her hand rested gently on his chest, feeling his heart beat against her palm, her other still cupping his stubbled cheek, her warm skin against his.

The two lovebirds stayed like that for what felt like hours, lips dancing against lips, bodies pressed against each other, enjoying each others embrace. Eventually she pulled back, a wide smile on her face as she looked towards the window, the sun peering through the opened curtains. Bucky’s heart fluttered when a ray of light shined on her face, illuminating her features.

‘She’s actually glowing’ he thought, falling for her more than he ever thought she could.

“I better get some sleep. I’ve got job searching to do.” The woman huffed a laugh, turning her gaze back to the disheveled man under her, admiring every inch of her face. “What?” She asked with a laugh, noticing his eyes wandering across her skin, her lips, her hair.

“You’re beautiful,” He whispered breathlessly, letting out a sigh of content as she giggled, a shy smile on her kiss-swollen lips.

“Thank you.” She placed a gentle hand on the side of his face, running the pad of her thumb across his bottom lip, chuckling to herself at the lipstick on his skin. She felt herself grow sad at the idea of him leaving. Even though she knew she’d see him again, she wanted him to stay, to kiss her like that forever. She adored the way his sapphire eyes lingered on her lips, the way his hand held her hip tight, just tight enough to feel secure, and safe. She adored the way he looked at her, saw her for who she is, and listened to her like she was a famous poet, reciting from the heart. She adored him.

“Let’s do this again, soon.” He offered, placing his flesh hand over hers on his cheek, placing a gentle kiss on her palm. Her bright smile widened, her teeth sparkling in the sunshine that was shining across her face.

“I’d like that very much.” She leaned forward, placing a feather light kiss on the tip of his nose, giggling as he smiled, wide and bright like an excited teenager.

She slowly climbed off his lap, smoothing the lines of her dress as a playful smirk puled at her lips, seeing the tightness of his pants in the corner of her eye as he stood, trying to fight the urge to adjust his jeans. “Before you go, let me give you this.” She squeezed his bicep before walking over to the fridge, her legs screaming at her from straddling him for such a long time.

He watched as she opened the door, pulling out a large pie dish, golden crust spilling over the edges. “I made this yesterday morning. I was going to bring you some, but things changed.” She chuckled sadly, grabbing a plate from the cabinet.

Bucky grew excited as he watched the woman cut him a generous slice, almost half the pie really. “What kind is it?” He asked, leaning on the counter she was cutting it on, watching her place the piece on the yellow plate.

“It’s apple.” She smiled at him, taking the pie server she’d used to transfer the piece and licking the extra filling off the side of it. Bucky swallowed, watching as her tongue collected the sweet, sticky gel off the silver server, not a care in the world. She slid the piece over to him, setting the server on the counter next to the pie.

“Can I try some?” He motioned to the server, though he had other plans.

“Sure?” She chuckled, reaching for the clean server before he took a step towards her, cupping her face and swiftly pulling her into a kiss. She squeaked in surprise, which quickly turned into a giggle as she kissed him back. He pressed his gloved metal hand onto the small of her back, pulling her flush against him as he savored the taste of cinnamon apples on her tongue. The kiss was passionate, hungered and deep, leaving her breathless as he parted, a smirk on his lips.

“Tastes good.”

Oh, the old Bucky was back.

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Masterlist

F-Fluff

S-Smut

A-Angst

Bucky Barnes:

Sour Patch Kids F

Crawling Back to You S

A familiar face F

Are you mine? S

Bucky and the Sundress S

Sunshine and Plums Bucky x Reader (ongoing)

Chapter 1

Sam Wilson:

(Coming soon)

Baron Zemo:

(Coming Soon)

The Thrill of the Chase -Lee Bodecker x Reader(Chasing Kink)

Yes Professor? -Natasha Romanoff x Reader(Professor Kink)

Winter Soldier Mini Fic - Winter Soldier x Reader(Mask Kink)

Patience Babygirl - Mickey Henry x Reader(Begging, cockwarming)

The Popsicle Sam x Bucky x Reader(Threesome)

Don't Stop on My Account Mickey Henry x Reader(Sex toys)

She's Home Natasha Romanoff x Reader(Shower sex)

SamBucky:

Bucky and the Pumpkin Patch F

Lee Bodecker:

Lunch Break S

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Bucky and the Pumpkin Patch

Sam x Bucky-Fluff

Warnings: Mention of knives? Other than that just Bird and Bionic Man being adorable.

Summary: After not celebrating Halloween since his childhood, Sam shows Bucky what he's missed.

Halloween in 2024 was a lot different than in the nineteen forties. Kids dressed up scarier, women dressed up freely and showed as much skin as they wanted, and people celebrated it everywhere. The minute October first hit, Bucky Barnes was thrown into the whole new world of spooky. Sam had insisted on showing him everything he missed for the past ninety years. All the halloween movies, new candy, and his favorite traditions from him and Sarah’s childhood. Bucky, though he was still stuck in his usual autopilot of grump, was internally thrilled. He loved to see the joy on Sam’s face when he told him about taking his nephews trick or treating and Sarah’s halloween themed cookies.

Ever since the two started openly dating a few months ago, they have been inseparable. They moved to a small home near Sarah’s, and Bucky easily became part of the Wilson family. Sarah was the most supportive and kind person he’d ever known, and dinner at her house became a regular affair. Slowly but surely the bionic staring machine warmed up, and though he didn’t say it much, he felt the most whole and loved he’d felt in his entire life.

And that’s what brought him to this point. In the middle of a pumpkin patch, with Sam a few feet away with a wagon full of pumpkins they all could carve. It was quite the sight. The SuperSoldier’s crystal blue eyes staring down one of the uglier looking pumpkins, the one everyone seemed to pass by. He was enamored by it.

“Bucky?” Sam walked over to his lover, looking between him and the warty misshapen pumpkin, a smile forming on his lips when he realized. “Do you want to get that one?”

Bucky’s stern expression softened slightly at the idea, his eyes never leaving the gourd. “No, it’s okay. We have enough.” But none of them were Bucky’s. Sam had strolled through every inch of the patch with him and the sergeant had yet to pick one.

“Buck, you’ve been staring at it for the past ten minutes. I think you two have a connection.” He chuckled, “Go ahead and get it.”

Bucky huffed, looking over at Sam. He was right. He did want it. Bucky wasn’t used to getting something just because he wanted it, especially not since the days of being on the run and only buying only essentials. “Okay, no need to pull my arm.” He grabbed the pumpkin and held it in his bionic hand.

Sam grabbed Bucky’s free hand and walked to the counter to pay. As Sam pulled out his wallet, his eyes landed on the cooler of caramel apples next to the cash register and he froze. This time it was Bucky who smirked, gently moving his lover over and saying to the cashier “Five of those please.” Before Sam could open his mouth, Bucky turned to him and said,“You had a connection.”

“Damn it, Bucky.” He laughed, shaking his head and handing the woman the cash.

“Uncle Bucky?” AJ tugged on the Sergeant’s sleeve.

Bucky turned his attention to him, his face softening. It was just recently that Sam’s nephews had started calling him Uncle Bucky, and it always made his heart melt. “What’s up, buddy?” He turned on his seat at the picnic table, wiping the pumpkin off his hands.

“I need help carving my pumpkin.” He looked at the small plastic carving knife wedged into the pumpkin.

Bucky smiled, picking up AJ with ease and sitting him on the table. “Alright. You hold onto the pumpkin and I’ll cut it.”

The little boy smiled, giddily holding onto the gourd as he watched Bucky pull out his pocket knife from his jeans. The blade was massive. Something he always carried in case anyone ever tried to harm him or Sam. It was an old habit he kept from his Winter Soldier days. But he never thought he’d be using it to carve a pumpkin.

He carefully cut through the design AJ had traced on it, sticking his tongue between his teeth as he concentrated.

Meanwhile, Sarah stood in the kitchen, looking out the small window shaking her head. “Is he using his knife to carve a pumpkin?”

Sam, who was eating one of the cookies Sarah and Cass had just decorated, nearly choked on the orange frosting. He walked to the window and burst into laughter. “Yes, yes he is.”

Sarah let out a laugh. “Look how happy AJ is.” She smiled when she saw the excited look on her son’s face as Bucky reached his vibranium hand in the pumpkin and scooped the guts out.

Sam’s chest bloomed with warmth. A few months ago, Bucky was sure he was awful with kids.

“I don’t know how to take care of kids, Sam!”

Yet here he was, his black and gold metal fingers holding up stringy pumpkin guts, making disgusted faces so AJ would laugh.

“I’m going to bring him some paper towels before both of them are covered in it.” Sam chuckled, squeezing Sarah’s shoulder before grabbing the roll and walking out to the yard. “You both are going to smell like pumpkin for a year.”

Bucky looked up at Sam, a huge smile plastered on his face which turned into a smirk when he looked at AJ, nodding before they both turned to Sam and threw some of the pumpkin insides at him.

Sam gasped, the side of his face covered in it. “I know you didn’t just do that.” He set the towels down before smirking too.

“Oh crap.” Bucky picked AJ up and set him on the ground, “Run!” The two of them took off, Sam chasing after them as they laughed, dodging pumpkin guts that Sam threw at them. A chunk of pumpkin hit Bucky’s back and he yelped.

Sam froze before turning and running. “Come on, AJ.” Bucky picked him up and put him on his shoulders, running after Sam as AJ giggled uncontrollably.

Sam laughed, looking behind him before he stopped at the picnic table, bending over as he caught his breath. “Okay, I surrender!”

“Oh come on, Cap! Already?” He chuckled, setting a giggling AJ down on the table and walking over to Sam, patting his back. “Who’s the old man, now?”

“Shut up.” Sam huffed, standing up straight and pushing him playfully. “I’ve had to eat all the imperfectly decorated cookies, okay? It’s hard work and doesn’t make for good running conditions.” He grabbed his stomach.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “You poor thing.” He sat down and smiled at AJ, who was admiring his pumpkin.

“Thank you for helping me, uncle Bucky.” AJ smiled up at him and hugged his arm.

Bucky’s face softened again, a proud smile forming on his lips as he hugged him back. “You’re welcome.”

Sam sat next to Bucky and kissed his cheek. “I told you. They love you.”

Bucky’s cheeks turned crimson, his watery eyes meeting Sam’s. “Thank you, Sam.”

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Don't Stop on My Account

Mickey Henry x F!Reader

Kinktober day 6

Kink: Sex toys, getting caught

Warnings: dirty talk, sex toy, male masterbation, oral-female receiving, voyuerism

Summary: When your roommate, Mickey leaves the apartment, you decide to make the most of your alone time and try the vibrator you bought for your birthday. When your alone time gets interrupted, things take an interesting turn.

A/N: Hi, Honey Bunnies! I am behind on my kinktober fics, I've been quite busy lately but I will have more out soon!

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You heard the sound of the front door clicking, letting you know that your roommate, Mickey, had finally left for the day. You had been waiting for this moment all week. When he told you on Monday that he was getting together with his friends this weekend, you tried to hide the excitement of having the apartment alone. It’s not that Mickey wasn’t a good roommate, if anything, he was a great roommate. He kept the place clean, respected your boundaries, and played some pretty sick music. The two of you had grown close over the past year, and you found yourself enjoying time spent with him more and more. He knew everything about you, you trusted him with your deep conversations at 2 AM over a pint of Ben and Jerry’s, and he trusted you.

However, living with someone else had its disadvantages too. His room was right across from yours, and you hadn’t been able to use the vibrator you bought for your birthday a few months back. You tried to use it once but chickened out. When they say Whisper Quiet, they don’t mean your roommate won’t hear the buzz and your muffled screams. So now was your chance, the one day no one was home, and you could finally try this bad boy out.

Once you were sure he was gone, you darted to your dresser and pulled out the bottom drawer, sliding out the satin bag the lady at the sex shop told you to store it in. You walked to the bathroom and washed it with some of the cleaner she sold you, excitement bubbling in your core. The toy was a purple vibrator, about seven inches in length with multiple speeds you paid extra for. You admired it as you walked back to your room, leaving the door open since, hey, he was gone for the day right? Mind as well take advantage. You slipped your damp panties off and laid back on top of your comforter, wearing only an old band t-shirt Mickey lent you.

As you switched it on, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. This was long-awaited, and you were going to test every speed you could. You started low, letting your body get used to the feeling as you dragged it along your throbbing clit, gasping at the jolts of pleasure shooting through your body. It felt good, so good, like nothing you’d ever had before. You decided to turn it up a speed, tracing it along the different nerve endings on your labia and clit, concentrating wherever felt the best. You could feel the wetness pooling, dripping down onto the bedspread below you as you moaned and writhed. Your first orgasm hit you hard and fast, rushing through you as you clamped your hand over your mouth, toes curling into the fabric below as it vibrated your clit. You’d never cum this quick before. When you came down from the high, you let out a shaky breath, eyes widening as you recovered. You knew you’d be wanting to use this all the time now.

The next orgasm came when you turned up the speed another notch, which changed the pattern of the vibration, quick pulses. You decided to explore further and slide the smooth phallic-shaped vibe into your pussy, the vibrations hitting the sensitive spots on your walls, the opening, and as soon as you moved it up a little, your g-spot. Your eyes rolled back, and you sucked two fingers into your mouth to muffle the sounds, thrusting the vibe in and out. Your mind was focused on the feeling, but what surprised you more than the pleasure, was who entered our thoughts.

The man who you’d spent so much time with in the past two years, his tight clothing, the way he flexed his bicep when he wrapped an arm around you on the couch, and the smell of his fresh cologne. You never wanted to admit the attraction you’d developed for him or the jealousy that burned deep inside when he kissed that girl backstage at one of his shows. But it was all too real, hitting you as you imagined his cock you’d seen hard in his khaki pants when you dressed up for a night out with your friends, your tight dress making his eyes wander. You knew he checked you out, but you didn’t want to think he felt the same. Your living situation was perfect, and you couldn’t risk ruining that. So you kept it in your fantasies.

Your high came fast again, but it was a totally different feeling. It was amazing, leaving you a mess as you moaned and whined. Just as you were about to hit your g-spot again and let your orgasm wash over you, the unimaginable happened. A noise snapped you from your trance. It was Mickey at the frame of your bedroom door, keys in his hand, clearing his throat.

You nearly died right there on the spot. Sliding the vibe from your gushing pussy and quickly wrapping the blanket around your bare lower half. “Mickey, oh fuck. I thought-I thought-you were gone!” You tried to find words, the embarrassment burning your cheeks as you tried not to make eye contact. But your eyes trailed down his face to his lips, which were curled into a seductive smirk. He didn’t make a move to leave or look away from your flushed face and your shaking legs under the blanket that barely covered you.

“Don’t stop on my account, sweetheart.” He sucked in a breath, tossing the keys onto the floor beside him. “Friends canceled last minute, so I came to ask if you wanted to see a movie. Didn’t know you had plans of your own, too.” He licked his lips, hungrily watching you squirm.

“This is so embarrassing… I should have closed my door. I’m sorry. If you want me to leave, I can pack my stuff and-“ You were interrupted when he put his hand up, stopping you before he slowly walked over to the edge of your bed.

“Don’t be embarrassed. And you’re not leaving.” His crystal blue eyes were focused on you, trailing down your body. “You can stay,” He paused, chuckling to himself. “Only if you tell me why you were moaning my name, with that pretty purple vibe stuffed in your perfect cunt.”

His words made your jaw go slack. What was he talking about? You didn’t moan his-oh no…

“Mickey…” You felt your heart start to race in anticipation, his hand finding your knee.

“Do you want me to leave?” His tone was serious, his eyes meeting yours. He shifted in his seat, his pants tight as he grew painfully hard.

You chewed your lip, pondering it as you watched his eyes flick between yours. You knew he’d leave and drop this, be respectful. But… you didn’t want him to. Not with the way he was taking you apart with his eyes, the way his perfect lips were separated slightly, his body language unable to contain how bad he truly wanted you. No. You were horny as fuck after your ruined orgasm, dripping onto the blanket, and you wanted to play out the fantasy that got you so close to one of the best orgasms ever. “I want you to stay.”

He nodded, sliding the blanket slowly off your body and crawling between your legs. He sat back on his knees and his warm hands found your knees, the cool rings sending goosebumps over the skin. He slowly parted your thighs, his eyes locking on to your glistening pussy, fucked out and throbbing. He nearly came at the sight. “When did you buy this?” He grabbed the wet toy next to your thigh and held it up, smirking.

“On my birthday,” you shyly confessed, heat rising to your cheeks as he looked at it.

“Do you use it when I’m around?” He slid the tip of the toy over your sensitive pussy lips, teasing you.

“No. It’s louder than the lady at the shop said it’d be.” You gasped when he turned the toy on, the loud buzz filling the room.

“Wow, you’re not kidding.” He chuckled, “You looked so pretty, coming apart around it.” He handed you the toy. “I interrupted you. Go ahead and finish what you were screaming about. Show me this big birthday buy.”

You bit your lip, pushing the vulnerability aside and turning up the speed you had it on before. His eyes followed the purple toy down to your pussy, his hands resting on your knees. You slid the toy over your clit again, gasping as it sent pleasure shooting through your body. The intensity so soon was invigorating.

“Pussy’s so wet, baby girl.” He ran his tongue along his lower lip as he watched you slowly sink it into your dripping hole. “You getting excited with me watching?” You shamelessly nodded, sinking lower on the bed and fucking the toy in and out of yourself as you did before. He groaned at the sight, taking in the smell of your arousal in the air as he leaned closer, his hands on your inner thighs, keeping you open. “Fuck, that’s hot.” You whined, trying to find the spot that sent you into overdrive before. You stopped when you felt his hand on yours. “May I?”

You nodded, letting him take control. He rested his stubbled cheek on your inner thigh, a hungry gaze on your pussy as he pushed the toy in as far as it would go, making your back arch. “Taking it so well, sweets. Fuck, this pussy’s just swallowing it up.” He slid it in and out, his eyes flicking up ever so often to see your blissed-out expression. “Let’s see where that sweet spot is.” He angled it up slightly and a satisfied smile formed on his lips when you nearly screamed. “There it is.” He kept the angle and thrust it in and out, his thumb finding your clit.

You felt stars enter your vision from the intensity, your mouth falling open as you let out a chain of pornographic moans. “Oh, Mickey, fuck!” You slid your hands under your shirt, pulling it up to expose your breasts as you played with your hardened nipples. The pleasure you felt before was intensified tenfold.

He was melting at the sight of you coming undone, grinding into the end of the bed for some kind of relief on his aching cock. When he saw your breasts, he let out an audible groan, his mouth-watering. He wanted to see how many times you could fall apart from this. “That feels good, sweets?” He leaned forward and licked your clit, making you gasp. You knew you would be a crying, moaning mess if he kept that up. “Oh baby, you taste sweeter than I ever imagined.” He spit on your clit, watching the drip go down onto the toy slipping in and out of you. He flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You felt your heart hammering in your chest, your body heating up to what felt like one hundred degrees. You felt the pressure building, the imminent release approaching and you knew you’d never had an orgasm like this before. “Fuck, Mickey! Don’t stop!” You gripped the bedspread and cried out.

“Cum for me, gorgeous. Fucking give it to me, let me see you gush around this. Wanna hear you scream.” He kept licking your clit, his eyes on your face as you screwed yours shut as you came, tears in the corners of your eyes. You cried out his name between moans, your thighs shaking as your walls clamped down around the toy. He let out a groan at the sight, the toy coated in your cum as he fucked it in and out slowly, your walls pulsating around it. He bit down on your inner thigh, sliding his hand into the waistband of his pants as he stroked himself.

Once you regained awareness after your intense high, you glanced down at him. His eyes were still glued to your pussy, his other arm under him as he fucked his fist. It instantly turned you on again, the sight of him so worked up, eyes hungry with want as he pulled the toy out and watched your cum drip from your hole. It was erotic. He groaned loudly, his head leaning against your thigh as he jerked himself off, cumming into his hand. “Oh, fuck.” He growled, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fuck, Mickey. That was hot.” You bit your lip, sitting up slightly to run your fingers through his fluffy hair. He looked up at you, his crystal blue eyes swirling with lust, licking his lips. Just as you went to grab the toy to go wash it, his hand stopped you, and you quirked an eyebrow.

“Nah ah, gorgeous.” He crawled between your legs and pushed you back down onto the pillows, his lips inches from yours. “We’re gonna test every speed. Even if it takes all night.”

Well… you weren’t about to say no to that.

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