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Wakin' Up the Devil

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Bi!Female!Reader

Warnings: Dark content! Sex pollen, Non/DubCon, smut. This fic contains dark themes and may include potentially triggering topics. You are solely responsible for your media consumption.

Summary: Bucky tries to save you from yourself but he doesn't realize he's wakin' up the devil.

A/N: Not beta read. Inspired by Wakin' Up the Devil by Hinder.

Bucky spots you across the bar sitting at a table. You have a cute woman on your lap and are engaged in flirting with her. Making his way to you, Bucky leans on an empty chair at the table and says, "You done yet?"

"Goddamnit, Bucky. Go away,” you grouse. This was the second time tonight he found you. Last night, you had given up after the third time he'd ferreted out your location and went back to the tower.

"Not without you." He counters.

"Look, I don't know what's going on with the two of you but I'm not into it," the woman on your lap says standing up. 

"Ignore him, gorgeous." You grab her arm. 

"No, thanks." The woman twists her arm out of your grasp and rejoins the friends you had coaxed her away from. 

"Fuck," you stand and down your whiskey. Walking to the exit, Bucky is right by your side. "Get the fuck away from me, Barnes."

"I'm just trying to help. I've been here, Doll. I've seen self-loathing like this." Bucky says.

"I don't want your help. I want you to leave me alone. Follow me to the next place I go and whatever happens is your fault." You get on your motorcycle and bring the engine to life. You give Bucky a final glare before taking off. He was already mounting his bike. 

The problem had started at the end of your last mission. Because of your miscalculations, innocent hostages had died and several of the team had been injured. It had sent you spiraling and you found yourself back in your past haunts practicing old habits. Bucky had decided it was his job to save you from yourself. He was in for a rude awakening. 

You park in the loading dock of a seemingly abandoned building, dismount, and make your way inside. You can hear Bucky's bike and smirk. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. The warehouse contains only one thing, a containment module. You enter it and wait like a spider for its prey. 

Bucky leans on the doorway of the module. "What the fuck is this?" He asks.

"Come in and see if you'd like, but if you do you're consenting to whatever happens." You smile at him smugly. 

"What's that supposed to mean, Doll?" Bucky takes a few steps towards you.

"Your entry means consent, as stated." You grin wickedly as you press a button on the panel beside you. The door to the module shuts and locks. 

Bucky twists around to see the door close and looks back to you, "You know I can break through that?"

"This module could contain Hulk. Go ahead and try." You say as you remove your boots. 

"What are we doing here?" Bucky asks.

"We're going to fuck each other's brains out. That's what we're doing here." You smile.

"I'm not going to fuck you,” he says firmly.

"You consented when you came in the module, remember?" Your smirk annoys and unsettles him.

"You can't make me have sex with you."

"Oh, no, I can't." You laugh as the hiss of gas being released fills the room. "But this will."

"What the fuck is this?" Bucky asks, voice rising in a bit of panic. 

"It's a gas. A derivative of the sex pollen Hydra discovered," you smile wickedly.

"No," Bucky says. 

"You might want to start removing your clothes. You’re going to be very hot, very soon." 

"I won't,” Bucky growls.

"You will. You won't let us die. Besides, you won't be able to help yourself," you wink, your smile unwavering.

“Why would you do this to us?” Bucky asks angrily as he throws off his jacket. 

You ignore his question and pull off your shirt with a triumphant smile. Bucky matches you item for item as you strip until he stands in only his underwear. As you pull your bra away, his eyes wander to your chest and this thumb curls around the band of his boxer briefs. You look at him expectantly, raising a brow. He pushes them down with a growl revealing his cock at attention. 

“Good boy. Mm, feeling the effects already or are you just that excited to fuck me?” You lick your lips and grin wickedly. 

“Shut up,” he pushes you onto the bed and rips the panties from your body. 

You hold in gleeful laughter at his anger. He wanted this, wanted you, but was mad it wasn’t on his terms. As he crawled over you, his face betrayed a moment of softness. A flash of awe and want. Wanting to keep him off-balance, you flip him onto his back. You laugh as you lower your face close to his, one of your hands wrapping around his jaw, “I-”

“I said shut up,” he grabs your head and pulls your lips to his. The kiss is intense and you revel in it, enjoying the connection. You reach between you and slide his cock along your slit until you can easily slide him in. You moan into the unbroken kiss as he stretches you. Bucky grabs your hips as he moves his own. When you are nearly breathless from the kiss, you break away and push yourself up to sit more fully on his cock. 

“Fuck,” you whine as you stare down at him, circling your hips to create more of the delicious friction your body craves. Bucky remains silent but his hands wander, caressing your hips, playing over your breasts, teasing your nipples, and finally finding your clit. You whimper as your orgasm pulls closer with his fingers circling just where you need them. 

“Oh, fuck,” you bite down to keep from crying out but he pulls your lip from your teeth. 

“I wanna hear you,” he groans as you clench around him. 

“Oh, God,”  you let out a high-pitched moan as you come. He pumps up into you through it and then suddenly flips you under him. As soon as you are on your back, he plunges into you with a sharp thrust making you cry out. 

“That’s what I want to hear,” he says as he repeats the action. He fucks you hard, slamming his hips into you and watching your face contort in pleasure as moans spill past your lips. You put your arms around his neck as he kisses you again. You want to wrap around him completely. You bring your knees up higher to allow your legs to open wider. Fuck, he knew what he was doing and every motion he made had you drawing closer to the edge. Breaking the kiss, he puts his forehead to yours and stares in your eyes as you fall again. You can’t take the intensity and close your eyes as the waves of pleasure wash over you. You were so lost in the feeling it barely registered when he growled as he came.

“Fuck,” he groans as his hips stutter, wringing every bit of pleasure from the connection. He rolls you both to your side as you catch your breath. You glance at him to find his eyes shut, thick lashes sitting on his cheeks but as your eyes wander down his body you can’t help noticing the scars around his left shoulder. It tugged at your heart but you shook it away and allowed your eyes to take in his thick cock instead. The monster was already getting hard again and you couldn’t contain your smirk. Just as you were forming a smartass remark to goad the supersoldier, his eyes flew open and he grabbed you. You found yourself on all fours as he slid into you from behind without a word. Not that you needed talk, his cock splitting you open was plenty for you. He was slow at first, almost teasing as he worked himself in and out. When you pushed back to encourage him, a slap landed on your ass that caused you to moan loudly. 

“I should’ve known,” Bucky chuckles as he lands another slap that makes your toes curl. He lands a few more, heating your ass with each one before running a cool metal hand over it. Then he grabs you and pulls you back onto his cock hard. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix making you whimper, he repeats the action until whimpers become moans, moans become cries, and finally a scream rends from your throat as you come again. 

“Jesus Christ,” you whisper as you come down from your high. Your body is singing from the thorough fucking. 

“Nope, just Bucky,” he laughs as he lays you out under him and continues slowly thrusting into you. You tighten your body, squeezing his cock as he moves and hear his whispered epitaph. He falls silent as he slowly moves above you, concentrating on the pleasure of your pussy pulling him in.

“Like this tight cunt, don’t you?” You tease as you reach back to pull his face to your neck.

Bucky’s teeth grazing your neck is the only answer you need. He keeps a steady, slow pace as he fucks you. You keep your body clenched around him, occasionally fluttering your walls, allowing him to wring out every moment of pleasure from your body. He wedges his hand under your body and finds your clit. His fingers worked magic and you were shocked how quickly you built another orgasm. It hit you like a ton of bricks and your whole body trembled with it. Bucky releases a long moan as he comes again. He thrusts sloppily as he empties himself into you. 

When you have come back to yourselves, he repositions both of you to face each other. He kisses you softly, lingering for a moment before pulling back. You’re deliciously tired and give a soft smile but it fades as you watch confusion mar his expression. 

“Wait… why-” he looks down at himself as if confused and around at the module. “Why aren’t we burning up? How long does this drug last?”

All the peace that had coddled you for the last few minutes disappeared. Everything flows back in and you roll your eyes as you sit up. “What drug?” You say casually as you reach for your clothes. 

“The gas? The gas you released!” Bucky says, bewildered. 

You scoff as you shimmy into your panties, “It was just oxygen being released.”

“You said-”

“I know. I can’t believe you fell for that,” you laugh as you continue to dress.

Bucky grabs your arm and swings you around to face him, “Why? Why would you do that?”

You wrench your arm from his grasp, fully aware that it was only that he allowed you that made it possible. “You wanted to fuck me so bad you looked stupid, so I gave you the means, the motive, and the opportunity. Now you can get over it and stop following me around,” you say scathingly.

Bucky stares at you, anger and hurt evident on his face. You can’t take it and turn away to finish dressing. When you were done, you entered the code for the module door. 

“I wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself,” he says quietly. 

You whirl around, “You wanted to fix me so you could fuck me. Well. now, you’ve fucked me, and you don’t have to fix me. Win-win.” When he starts to open his mouth, you snap, “Give it up, Barnes. I’m a lost cause. No point in wakin’ up the devil when she’s already here.” With that, you jog to your motorcycle and rev the engine. As you speed away, you tell yourself the tears in your eyes are from the road dust. After all, the devil doesn’t cry.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader x Frank Castle x Billy Russo

Features: Smut, NSFW 18+ Only! Multiple partners, Knife kink, rough sex, dom/sub, cumplay, aftercare, gangbang, bondage, oral sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, anal sex, vaginal sex, etc. 

Summary: When both your favorite duos show up to lay low for a night, you have to calm a tense situation. What better way to do that than on your knees?

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Sleep, Sweet Girl

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Smut, NSFW 18+, Somnophilia, choking.

A/N: Divider by @firefly-graphics / Thank you to my lovely beta readers,  @maladaptivexxdaydreaming & @whisperlullaby . All mistakes are my own. 

It was late when Natasha slips into your room after having been gone on a mission for the last three nights. You are curled on the bed, covers thrown off, wearing your favorite tank with a little rainbow heart on it and a pair of boyshort panties. You look adorable, arms wrapped around a pillow and one leg hitched up. She stops in her tracks when you moan and stir. As she gets closer, she notices the definite wet spot on your panties and smirks to herself. She had teased you mercilessly while she had been gone. Sending sexy texts and pictures but refusing to give permission for you to touch yourself. 

“Oh, sweet girl,” she whispers, “did I get you worked up?” Natasha sits gingerly on the edge of the bed. You are usually a heavy sleeper and she grins as she reaches one finger out to lightly graze over your mound. Your breathing picks up but you don’t stir so she repeats the action. Rubbing over your mound lightly, she licks her lips as the wet spot on your panties grows. 

“Mmm, Natty,” you moan. Natasha deftly moves out of your way as you turn over on your back with legs splayed open. You’re still sound asleep and Natasha would cackle in joy at the access you just granted her if she thought it wouldn’t wake you up. You always tell her to wake you up as soon as she gets back and she has teased you often that she’d wake you up with her tongue buried in you. She fully intended to but the opportunity to play you to a fever pitch before then was too good to pass up. 

Leaning down, she blows at the wet spot on you before dragging her knuckle through it. She can see your nipples tighten through your tank as she plays. Pressing a little harder, she feels herself getting wet at the feel of your arousal coating your sweet pussy lips. Carefully, she pulls your panties to one side and slides her fingers over you. You shift a bit and let out a breathy, little sigh that makes Natasha bite her lip. You spread your legs a little wider feeling the gentle rub as she circles your clit.

She decides to take a chance and slides a finger inside you. Rewarded with a sweet moan, Nat curls her finger and massages that sweet spot inside you. 

“Natty,” you whine. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect, sweet girl,” Nat looks up and realizes you haven’t awoken. She pulls your panties off, not caring whether she wakes you or not at this point. She just needed to get her mouth on you, to pull those sweet sounds out of you. 

Nat looks at you as she pulls the scrap of fabric off and your eyes are still firmly shut. She leans over you and gently pushes your tank up until your nipples are exposed. Her breathing becomes ragged as she stares at your body. Swiping a tongue over your nipple, she smiles when you squirm and push your breasts out further with a moan. Kitten licks over each of your breasts make you gush more and Nat can no longer resist tasting you. Her tongue swipes up your slit, two fingers slide into you easily, and then she’s lapping at your clit. 

“Ohh, Natty,” you whimper in your sleep. 

Natasha attaches her mouth to your clit, circling it with your tongue, flexing her jaw, and fucking you with her fingers. The sounds she makes are obscene as she eats you like she’s starving. Your slick is coating her fingers as she curls them into that spongy spot inside. 

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” you bury your hand in Nat’s hair as you become aware that the amazing wet dream you were having was real. You spread your legs wider as her tongue does ungodly, delicious things to you. “Natty, oh God!”

Natasha doesn’t pause, instead she gets even more determined to make your eyes roll back in your head. Her tongue twists around your clit, fingers pressing into you, and her other hand squeezing your ass. 

“Fuck, Natty, I’m gonna…fuck,” you convulse madly against her tongue. Your entire body shaking from the intensity. You're riding the pleasurable sensations until you feel Nat’s fingers pull out of you and you whine at the loss. 

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’m gonna fill you up,” Natasha reassures. She strips as she speaks and pulls her favorite strapless strap on out of the drawer. The teal vibrating strap made your mouth water as you lay watching her. “Get on your knees.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you shake yourself out of your stupor and roll onto your stomach. Pulling your knees under you, you present your ass to Natasha giving a little wiggle as you watch her approach. You lick your lips as she walks towards the bed. “You’re so beautiful, Natty.”

Natasha kneels behind you, grabs your thighs, and drags her strap through your slick. Up and down, bumping your clit, catching your entrance and back again. You gasp when she turns the vibe at the tip and rubs it over your clit. “Tell me how much you missed me, sweet girl.”

“Oh, Natty! So much. Fuck, I need you. You’re so good to me.”

“That’s my girl,” she says as she thrusts into your slick core. 

“Oh, fuck!” you scream as she stretches you. 

Natasha fucks you with abandon. She turns the vibration up and your skin slaps together as she pounds you. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me. Come here,” Natasha pulls you up, cupping your breasts and nipping at your shoulder. “That’s it. Fuck, you feel good.”

You move together, bodies rubbing as her strap hits that sweet spot inside you. Her perfect breasts tantalize the skin of your back. Natasha keeps her mouth moving over you from one shoulder to the other, on your neck, licking, nipping, and sucking that makes your body burn with passion. 

You put one hand over hers and the other in her hair, “Oh, Natty, baby, I’m so close.” 

"You're close, baby?” Natasha croons in your ear. 

“Yes,” you whine. 

“Then why don’t I…” Natasha never finishes her sentence. She simply trails a hand down from your breast to your cunt and makes swift circles over your clit. 

“Oh, fuck, Natty. Right there! Fuck!” you let out pornographic moans and whimpers as she takes you apart. When your orgasm hits, you cry out her name over and over as you ride it out. Natasha lays you down gently on your stomach while still slowly circling her hips. When you come back to yourself, you spy the remote to Nat’s strap laying next to you. 

“Are you getting ideas, sweet girl?” Natasha chuckles as she sees you snatch the remote. 

“Your turn to feel good, Natty baby,” you roll Natasha under you. You turn on the vibrations to the bulb inside her and the side of the strap pressed to her clit. You ride her, watching her beautiful face as the pleasure breaks over her. Leaning over, you cage her in with your arms as you bounce on the thick strap she wears. You turn the vibrations up full blast and throw the remote aside. Concentrating your efforts on making Natasha feel as good as she did for you, your eyes never stray from her face. “You’re so good to me, Natty. So fucking good to me.”

“Sweet girl, I’m gonna- I’m gonna- Fuck!” Natasha's eyes squeeze shut as her body bows, thrusting up to meet yours. You ride her through it, watching in awe as her face tells every nuance of her orgasm. “Fuck,” her eyes fly open and you suddenly find her hands around your neck and your back flat on the mattress. She pounds into you as her hands squeeze your neck, “Hold your legs open for me. Wider!” she commands you like a woman possessed and you have no notion of disobeying her. Holding your legs open as wide as you possibly can, your mouth falls open as you lose any ability to speak. The only thing in your mind is to obey the woman who was causing your body to quiver as she fucked you into oblivion. 

Natasha stares down at you as she squeezes your neck, slowing the blood flow to your brain, as her hips slammed into yours. The intense pressure building in her belly was about to burst, partly from the toy that was vibrating against the both of you, but mostly by the intense feelings that coursed through her for you. The sweetest thing she’d ever had in her life and, fuck, she was going to make sure that you felt her in your bones tonight. She was going to mark you indelibly as hers. Have your soul branded with her name. God, she loved you, adored you, and she poured all of that into the words that rolled out of her mouth as she fucked you, “Fuck, I love you. Now come for me, sweet girl.”

You groaned deep in your chest as the feeling that shot through you, flashing bright white across your vision and making your entire body spasm as you came harder than you ever had in your life. Your toes curled, your back arched, and you clutched onto Natasha as if you were falling through the air and she was the only thing you could grasp. And then the sound of Natasha losing herself to the pleasure of your bodies triggers another wave and you cry out as the two of you writhe together. 

Minutes later, as your mind begins to clear from post-orgasmic haze you look at the beauty you have the privilege to call yours, “Natty.”

“You did so good.”

“Oh, oh my… oh my God, Na-natty, I, I came, I came so hard,” you stuttered the words out as you trembled against her. 

“Shh, I know, sweet girl.”

“Came, came- came so hard. Oh my God, I-”

“I know. It’s okay, Shh, I’ve got you. I’m here,” Natasha soothes. 

“N-natty?” you say as your eyes begin to slip closed. 

“I’m here.”

“I, I love you. I love you, too,” you say, your eyelids fluttering. 

“I know. I love you so much. Now sleep, sweet girl. I’m gonna want more of you tomorrow,” Natasha’s heart floods with adoration as she sees you smiling as you drift off to sleep. 

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Hello. Could I please make a Steve x Reader request based on this line from the song Whoever Brings The Night? "You and I. A wh*re and a bashful sailor". Please and thank you 😊

Hey Pretty Girl! Thank you so much for the ask! It sparked an idea and I might have gotten a little carried away. It kinda became a six-part hoe fest and I'm gonna drop the first part tonight. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Five Times You Topped Steve Rogers and One Time You Let Him Top You - Masterlist

The First Time it Happened...

The Second Time it Happened...

The Third Time it Happened...

The Fourth Time it Happened...

The Fifth Time it Happened...

The One Time You Let Him...

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Terrigenisis (Part 7)

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 2086

Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?

Warnings: Fluff and SMUT (18+, NSFW) If you want to skip the smutty part scroll down to the coffee cup. 

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You wake engulfed in the warmth of your two supersoldiers. Bucky to your right, his metal arm under his pillow and his flesh arm around your waist. Steve to your left, his face resting against your breast and arms around your hips. You cover Bucky’s hand with your own and slide it up to rest on your breast. It’s not sexual, but comforting to you. Your other hand is tangled in Steve’s hair. You drift in and out of sleep laying there until you feel your breast nuzzled by a nose and open mouth. You smile and look down at Steve. 

“You’re so soft.” Steve whispers.

“You’re so hard.” You whisper back, moving your leg to rub against his hard length. Steve moans quietly. His hand trails up your leg to your core and caresses you gently. 

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I Really Love Being Your Friend (Part 5)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-Size Female Reader, Foggy Nelson x reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Mutual pining, idiots in love, angst, body insecurity, misunderstandings.

A/N: Thank you to my lovely beta reader, @whisperlullaby​ . All mistakes are my own. My blog is 18+. Minors DNI.

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Bucky woke with an ache in his chest and a purring Alpine there, too. He smiles softly at the cat, strokes its soft fur, and tries not to think about the night before. It had hurt when Joaquin had told him you were going on a date, but then seeing you had broken his heart. You were lit up the entire night in a way he’d never seen you. You had never looked at him that way. He thought after the way you two had kissed, maybe he still had a chance. Maybe he just needed to tell you how he really felt but now he knew that you really did only want to be friends.

He gets up and goes about his morning routine. Start the coffee, feed  Alpine, make breakfast, and concentrate on the good things. If only his brain would let him. 

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Wakin' Up the Devil

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Bi!Female!Reader

Warnings: Dark content! Sex pollen, Non/DubCon, smut. This fic contains dark themes and may include potentially triggering topics. You are solely responsible for your media consumption.

Summary: Bucky tries to save you from yourself but he doesn't realize he's wakin' up the devil.

A/N: Not beta read. Inspired by Wakin' Up the Devil by Hinder.

Bucky spots you across the bar sitting at a table. You have a cute woman on your lap and are engaged in flirting with her. Making his way to you, Bucky leans on an empty chair at the table and says, "You done yet?"

"Goddamnit, Bucky. Go away,” you grouse. This was the second time tonight he found you. Last night, you had given up after the third time he'd ferreted out your location and went back to the tower.

"Not without you." He counters.

"Look, I don't know what's going on with the two of you but I'm not into it," the woman on your lap says standing up. 

"Ignore him, gorgeous." You grab her arm. 

"No, thanks." The woman twists her arm out of your grasp and rejoins the friends you had coaxed her away from. 

"Fuck," you stand and down your whiskey. Walking to the exit, Bucky is right by your side. "Get the fuck away from me, Barnes."

"I'm just trying to help. I've been here, Doll. I've seen self-loathing like this." Bucky says.

"I don't want your help. I want you to leave me alone. Follow me to the next place I go and whatever happens is your fault." You get on your motorcycle and bring the engine to life. You give Bucky a final glare before taking off. He was already mounting his bike. 

The problem had started at the end of your last mission. Because of your miscalculations, innocent hostages had died and several of the team had been injured. It had sent you spiraling and you found yourself back in your past haunts practicing old habits. Bucky had decided it was his job to save you from yourself. He was in for a rude awakening. 

You park in the loading dock of a seemingly abandoned building, dismount, and make your way inside. You can hear Bucky's bike and smirk. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. The warehouse contains only one thing, a containment module. You enter it and wait like a spider for its prey. 

Bucky leans on the doorway of the module. "What the fuck is this?" He asks.

"Come in and see if you'd like, but if you do you're consenting to whatever happens." You smile at him smugly. 

"What's that supposed to mean, Doll?" Bucky takes a few steps towards you.

"Your entry means consent, as stated." You grin wickedly as you press a button on the panel beside you. The door to the module shuts and locks. 

Bucky twists around to see the door close and looks back to you, "You know I can break through that?"

"This module could contain Hulk. Go ahead and try." You say as you remove your boots. 

"What are we doing here?" Bucky asks.

"We're going to fuck each other's brains out. That's what we're doing here." You smile.

"I'm not going to fuck you,” he says firmly.

"You consented when you came in the module, remember?" Your smirk annoys and unsettles him.

"You can't make me have sex with you."

"Oh, no, I can't." You laugh as the hiss of gas being released fills the room. "But this will."

"What the fuck is this?" Bucky asks, voice rising in a bit of panic. 

"It's a gas. A derivative of the sex pollen Hydra discovered," you smile wickedly.

"No," Bucky says. 

"You might want to start removing your clothes. You’re going to be very hot, very soon." 

"I won't,” Bucky growls.

"You will. You won't let us die. Besides, you won't be able to help yourself," you wink, your smile unwavering.

“Why would you do this to us?” Bucky asks angrily as he throws off his jacket. 

You ignore his question and pull off your shirt with a triumphant smile. Bucky matches you item for item as you strip until he stands in only his underwear. As you pull your bra away, his eyes wander to your chest and this thumb curls around the band of his boxer briefs. You look at him expectantly, raising a brow. He pushes them down with a growl revealing his cock at attention. 

“Good boy. Mm, feeling the effects already or are you just that excited to fuck me?” You lick your lips and grin wickedly. 

“Shut up,” he pushes you onto the bed and rips the panties from your body. 

You hold in gleeful laughter at his anger. He wanted this, wanted you, but was mad it wasn’t on his terms. As he crawled over you, his face betrayed a moment of softness. A flash of awe and want. Wanting to keep him off-balance, you flip him onto his back. You laugh as you lower your face close to his, one of your hands wrapping around his jaw, “I-”

“I said shut up,” he grabs your head and pulls your lips to his. The kiss is intense and you revel in it, enjoying the connection. You reach between you and slide his cock along your slit until you can easily slide him in. You moan into the unbroken kiss as he stretches you. Bucky grabs your hips as he moves his own. When you are nearly breathless from the kiss, you break away and push yourself up to sit more fully on his cock. 

“Fuck,” you whine as you stare down at him, circling your hips to create more of the delicious friction your body craves. Bucky remains silent but his hands wander, caressing your hips, playing over your breasts, teasing your nipples, and finally finding your clit. You whimper as your orgasm pulls closer with his fingers circling just where you need them. 

“Oh, fuck,” you bite down to keep from crying out but he pulls your lip from your teeth. 

“I wanna hear you,” he groans as you clench around him. 

“Oh, God,”  you let out a high-pitched moan as you come. He pumps up into you through it and then suddenly flips you under him. As soon as you are on your back, he plunges into you with a sharp thrust making you cry out. 

“That’s what I want to hear,” he says as he repeats the action. He fucks you hard, slamming his hips into you and watching your face contort in pleasure as moans spill past your lips. You put your arms around his neck as he kisses you again. You want to wrap around him completely. You bring your knees up higher to allow your legs to open wider. Fuck, he knew what he was doing and every motion he made had you drawing closer to the edge. Breaking the kiss, he puts his forehead to yours and stares in your eyes as you fall again. You can’t take the intensity and close your eyes as the waves of pleasure wash over you. You were so lost in the feeling it barely registered when he growled as he came.

“Fuck,” he groans as his hips stutter, wringing every bit of pleasure from the connection. He rolls you both to your side as you catch your breath. You glance at him to find his eyes shut, thick lashes sitting on his cheeks but as your eyes wander down his body you can’t help noticing the scars around his left shoulder. It tugged at your heart but you shook it away and allowed your eyes to take in his thick cock instead. The monster was already getting hard again and you couldn’t contain your smirk. Just as you were forming a smartass remark to goad the supersoldier, his eyes flew open and he grabbed you. You found yourself on all fours as he slid into you from behind without a word. Not that you needed talk, his cock splitting you open was plenty for you. He was slow at first, almost teasing as he worked himself in and out. When you pushed back to encourage him, a slap landed on your ass that caused you to moan loudly. 

“I should’ve known,” Bucky chuckles as he lands another slap that makes your toes curl. He lands a few more, heating your ass with each one before running a cool metal hand over it. Then he grabs you and pulls you back onto his cock hard. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix making you whimper, he repeats the action until whimpers become moans, moans become cries, and finally a scream rends from your throat as you come again. 

“Jesus Christ,” you whisper as you come down from your high. Your body is singing from the thorough fucking. 

“Nope, just Bucky,” he laughs as he lays you out under him and continues slowly thrusting into you. You tighten your body, squeezing his cock as he moves and hear his whispered epitaph. He falls silent as he slowly moves above you, concentrating on the pleasure of your pussy pulling him in.

“Like this tight cunt, don’t you?” You tease as you reach back to pull his face to your neck.

Bucky’s teeth grazing your neck is the only answer you need. He keeps a steady, slow pace as he fucks you. You keep your body clenched around him, occasionally fluttering your walls, allowing him to wring out every moment of pleasure from your body. He wedges his hand under your body and finds your clit. His fingers worked magic and you were shocked how quickly you built another orgasm. It hit you like a ton of bricks and your whole body trembled with it. Bucky releases a long moan as he comes again. He thrusts sloppily as he empties himself into you. 

When you have come back to yourselves, he repositions both of you to face each other. He kisses you softly, lingering for a moment before pulling back. You’re deliciously tired and give a soft smile but it fades as you watch confusion mar his expression. 

“Wait… why-” he looks down at himself as if confused and around at the module. “Why aren’t we burning up? How long does this drug last?”

All the peace that had coddled you for the last few minutes disappeared. Everything flows back in and you roll your eyes as you sit up. “What drug?” You say casually as you reach for your clothes. 

“The gas? The gas you released!” Bucky says, bewildered. 

You scoff as you shimmy into your panties, “It was just oxygen being released.”

“You said-”

“I know. I can’t believe you fell for that,” you laugh as you continue to dress.

Bucky grabs your arm and swings you around to face him, “Why? Why would you do that?”

You wrench your arm from his grasp, fully aware that it was only that he allowed you that made it possible. “You wanted to fuck me so bad you looked stupid, so I gave you the means, the motive, and the opportunity. Now you can get over it and stop following me around,” you say scathingly.

Bucky stares at you, anger and hurt evident on his face. You can’t take it and turn away to finish dressing. When you were done, you entered the code for the module door. 

“I wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself,” he says quietly. 

You whirl around, “You wanted to fix me so you could fuck me. Well. now, you’ve fucked me, and you don’t have to fix me. Win-win.” When he starts to open his mouth, you snap, “Give it up, Barnes. I’m a lost cause. No point in wakin’ up the devil when she’s already here.” With that, you jog to your motorcycle and rev the engine. As you speed away, you tell yourself the tears in your eyes are from the road dust. After all, the devil doesn’t cry.

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[tuiccim]

Though I Have Never Read It

Pairing: Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2756

Warnings: Angst, smut, Only one bed

Summary: You had run away from all of your problems and found solitude in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. When a storm blows in, it drags a man with a metal arm through your door. You offer shelter to the handsome stranger.

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

You stoked the fire in your tiny cabin, well off the beaten path, in a sparsely populated corner of Estonia, you lived off the grid. Your home consisted of a fireplace, a tiny bathroom that used rainwater, a small bed, comfy chair, a table for two (though it was rarely used), and a shelf of canned and jarred food. You had chosen a solitary life after yours had turned to absolute shit. Escape had seemed to be your only option, and here you kept to yourself. 

Glancing at the wood piled in one corner, you knew with this weather coming in, it would be best to bring in more logs to keep dry. Bundling up, you head out with a lantern and gather as many as you can carry. Back and forth you went in the frigid snow that had begun to fall. Kicking the door closed after your last load, you promised yourself a special treat from your stash.

You peel the layers off and head to lock the door before treating yourself. Just before you reach it, the door is kicked open and in stalks a tall man all in black. You back away quickly as he closes the door and locks it before recognizing your presence. 

“Where am I?” He demands in Russian, removing his eye protection revealing incredibly blue eyes. 

“Eesti,” you say in Estonian.

He nods and moves to crouch in front of the fire. You watch him warily. Where the hell did he come from? Why is he here? Who sent him? Had they found you? You couldn’t stand the silence and ask, still in Estonian, “What do you want?”

He turns his head to you slowly, studies you carefully, and surprisingly speaks in English, “Shelter.”

You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart and attempt to come up with a plan. “Are you going to hurt me?”

He removes the mask from the lower half of his face, revealing a razor sharp jawline, but stays silent.

“Did you come here on purpose?”

“No.”

“Are you here for me?”

“No.”

“Do you want something from me?”

“No.”

“Then why are you here?”

He looks at the floor and sighs heavily, “Shelter.”

“Shelter. That’s it?” 

“Yes.”

“Are you lost?”

“Yes.”

“Is someone after you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you hiding?”

“Yes.”

“There’s a blizzard coming in.”

“Yes.”

“You could be stuck here for days.”

He looks at you, surprisingly he seems unperturbed, just resigned. You take another breath and decide that compliance is probably your best bet here. You try a different tactic, “What’s your name?” 

When he doesn’t speak, you give him yours and explain, “I’ve lived here for a few months.” When he still doesn’t engage, you continue, “I was going to make myself some dinner. I should have enough for you, too. I just need to get this pot.” 

With slow movements, you pick up the pot from the hearth and put it on the hook, pushing it close to the fire. You continued slowly while he watched your every move. Grabbing a jar of soup from the shelf, you struggle to open it and when you still hadn’t managed it by the time you made it back to him, he held out his hand. You look at him in surprise. His eyes seem to soften, as if trying to convey his harmless intentions. You hold the jar out to him gingerly and he pops it open with little effort. Your fingers brush his gloved ones as he hands it back, making you shiver at the damp material.  You pour the soup into the pot and push it over the fire to warm. Turning back, you study the man’s clothing and realize they’re wet from the snow. Grabbing towels and an extra blanket, you bring them to him. 

“You need to get out of the wet clothes,” you say gently. 

“I’m fine,” he says quietly. He hadn’t moved from the spot by the fire and was beginning to shiver despite being so close to the source of heat. 

You decide not to push. You knew you should still be frightened at what he might do but he seemed less like a scary intruder and more like a lost little boy. You set out two bowls, spoons, and cups. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt, you pull a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and pour him a stiff drink. When the soup was ready, you served and gently said, “Come to the table. You need to eat.”

He moved, watching you with each step. You sat across from him and motioned to the whiskey, “This’ll help warm you up.”

You ate, staring at your bowl with an occasional glance up at him. Working up your bravery, you try to get him to talk again. “If we’re going to be stuck in here together, it’d be nice to have something to call you.”

He glances away as if searching for something before saying quietly, “Soldat.”

“You’re a soldier? Well, even soldier’s have names,” you try again. 

You jump when he thumps his fist on the table, “I don’t.”

“Okay, okay. Soldat.” You hold up a hand placatingly, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from pushing one more time. “You don’t remember ever being called something else?”

He looked out into the darkness that had fallen outside, seeming to search for something, anything to grab on to. He shook his head as if warding off bad thoughts but then he whispers,”Ja- James?”

“James,” you smile. “Okay, James. Is the soup okay?”

He nods but the expression on his face betrays confusion. You finished the rest of the meal quietly, not wanting to overwhelm him. As you cleared dishes away, he sat still shivering. You told yourself to leave it alone but you also sucked at listening to yourself. You dragged your small bed closer to the fire and pulled back the covers. 

“James,” you say gently. Your heart beats faster as his intense blue gaze meets yours. “You have to get out of those wet clothes. You’re never going to get warm if you don’t. Here, take this towel, dry off your skin, and get in the bed. I’ll wait in the bathroom. Just let me know when you’re done.”

“I-” he halts whatever was about to exit his mouth and instead gives a curt nod. 

You use the bathroom, brush your teeth, and wait. When you hear a halting “okay” from the other room, you emerge. Picking the clothes up from where he had laid them over a chair, you spread them over the rods next to the fireplace to dry more efficiently. Without a second thought, you walked over to him and added another layer of blankets. He watched you, eyes following each movement. 

“Is there anything I can do for you?” you ask. 

“No.”

“Okay,” you settled into your armchair, the only real luxury you gave yourself, and picked up your book. As you turned to your bookmarked page, he spoke. 

“Aloud?”

“You want me to read out loud? Uh, sure,” you looked down at the well-worn copy, and turning back to the first page began reading, “This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.” You smiled as you glanced up to see his confused expression. “That’s the first line of the book. The Princess Bride by William Goldman.” You continue to read through Buttercup and Westley’s romance while occasionally looking to see James’ reaction. Most of the time there was none but occasionally a corner of his mouth would tip up or down as you went on. When he seemed to be drifting off and your eyes had begun to droop, you put the book to the side, threw another log on the fire, and turned out the oil lamp. Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you settle in to sleep in your chair. 

“No.”

Your head snaps up at the word and you turn to see James trying to get out of the bed. It was obvious he was in some pain and as he sat up you could see the bruises criss crossing his torso, then the mass of scars on his left shoulder that led to a metal arm. Your mouth fell open for a second before you realized what he was trying to say. You jump up to stop him.

“Hey. It’s fine. You need the bed more than I do.”

“No,” he insists. 

“James! Stop,” you put your hand on his right shoulder to keep him in place but pull back when he gasps. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” he looks up with such pleading in his eyes it nearly breaks your heart. “Please.”

Gingerly, you reach out to him again and it’s as if his whole body relaxes at your touch. You sit on the side of the bed and stroke the long locks away from his forehead, allowing you a full view of his face. He was incredibly handsome. His eyes slipped closed as you continued to gently run your hands through his hair. When his breathing became even and you thought he had fallen asleep, you pulled your hands away. 

He started awake and stared up at you with wide eyes, “Stay.”

After a momentary hesitation, you slide into the bed and pull the covers over both of you. Much later, after he had been out for a while, you fell asleep with a hand still tangled in his hair. 

–

The warmth of the sun shining down on you was glorious. You looked over at James chopping wood shirtless and smiled at him. When he grinned back your thighs clenched. He was outright the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. He chopped one last log and then laid the ax down. He made his way to you and, rather than shy away, you grinned as he wrapped his arms around you. Your breathing picked up feeling him pressed against you, his cock already hard and rubbing against your middle. James moans causing you to…

…wake up. You realize that your dream was mirroring what was happening in your bed. James' arms were wrapped tightly around you and his hips flexed in rhythm. His moans were making your panties flood as you debate what to do. He shifts and his hard cock rubs directly against your mound eliciting a gasp from you. He stops, his eyes flying open and staring into yours. It was the fear in them that broke you. He looked terrified. You weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t know where he was or at what he had been doing but the only thought in your head was to soothe him. Tightening your arms around him, you arch to bring your bodies together and run a hand through his hair. 

His tension melted away. Staring into each other, time seemed to slow down. Your breathing matched and your body seemed to tingle where it touched him. And then, he moved so quickly it made your eyes fly wide open as his mouth took yours. You were keenly aware of his nakedness in contrast to your clothed body when he rolled on top of you and his hips flexed. After a moment, his lips trailed down your neck and a desperate whisper slipped past his lips, a single word, “Please.”

You knew exactly what he’s asking and it scared you and thrilled you at the same time. The thoughts that went through your head were telling you how stupid this whole thing was and, alternatively, to throw caution to the wind for once in your life. He put a hand under your shirt, just enough to feel your bare skin and whispered please again. That solitary word made any resistance, any reason, any thought of stopping him disappear. Instead, you reach for your waistband and push it down as far as you can. His hands take over and get them below your knees. 

You expect him to go fast, to take you in the same rushed way he had kissed you, but he doesn’t. He’s gentle and slow. He slides a hand between your legs and lets out a moan as his fingers explore. You hold on to him tighter and open your legs. When he guides the head of his cock to your entrance, he kisses you again while he slowly presses in. He swallows the whimpers you release as he buries himself inside of you. When he’s fully seated, he pulls back to look you in the eyes as he begins to softly thrust. You let out little gasps and moans as the pleasure builds. 

“So good,” James’ voice is strained as he grinds right against your clit, determined to make you come before he loses himself. Every thrust is taking you closer and when you can feel the spasms beginning, you pull his face back to your neck. He wastes no time, sucking that soft spot just below your ear. You let out a moan that’s foreign to your ears as your orgasm rips through you. You clench down and James’ strokes come a little faster until he grunts at his own release. You lay together until your breathing becomes normal again. 

James rolls to one side to study you before he asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” you smile at him before awkwardly reaching down to pull your bottoms back up. When you succeed, you slip out of the bed to hand him his clothes. “I’ll, um, I’ll let you get dressed.”

He nods and watches as you scurry to the tiny bathroom. You stare at yourself in the mirror, surprised that you still look exactly the same except the small mark on your neck. You use the bathroom and wash up. Determined to act normally, you decide to make breakfast and walk back into the main cabin. Glancing out the window, you see the snow that had fallen wasn’t as deep as you had worried. Looking over, James is dressed but he stands over the bed, staring at it. He glances up at you and then back at the bed. You see the small bloodstain on the sheets and hurry to snatch the covers over it. With knots in your stomach, you go to stoke the fire. 

James watches you, “You-” He cuts himself off and when you finally look at him, his eyes are trained on the window. 

“What is it?” you ask, watching his face fill with fear. When you finally hear the sounds of vehicles approaching, “James?”

He stares at you before jumping into action, “Get in the bathroom. No matter what happens, do not come out.”

He hadn’t spoken that many words since he showed up the night before and it scared him, “James, what’s happening?”

“They’re coming for me. Go!” He ushers you into the room but before closing the door, he looks at you with sadness and whispers, “Thank you. Stay here. Stay, no matter what.”

It was the tensest ten minutes of your life. You heard the cabin door open and slam shut, some muffled shouting from outside, and then silence. You were just about to peek out when you heard the door again. The sound of furniture being thrown and glass shattering has your heart racing, then the quiet invaded again. A fire crackling was all you could hear and as smoke began to seep under the door, your worst nightmare was confirmed. You try the door and it’s obvious that it had been blocked off. You panic for just a moment before wetting a cloth and covering your face as a makeshift filter. Looking around, you realize the only way out is the door. Using a piece of loose wood from the wall, you manage to get it through the sliver you open in the door. Using it as a wedge, you manage to get the door open wide enough to slip through. Your oil lanterns are shattered and the fire was nearly across the entire room. You grab a blanket near you and manage to climb out of the kitchen window. Looking around, it seems that James is gone along with whoever came after him. You run to your old but serviceable truck. 

Turning back for one last glance, your cabin is already engulfed in flames. Your escape was gone. It must be true, you can't run from your problems. Time to return to New York and see if you can pick up the pieces. 

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[tuiccim]

its always "youre cute" and never "you have betwitched me body and soul and i love, love, love you."

[tuiccim]

Have You Lost Your Mind?

Pairing: Stucky x Reader  

Word Count: 

Warnings: Smut, Smutty smutness - NSFW 18+ Only! Threesome.

Square Filled: Trying something new in bed for @star-spangled-bingo

A/N: This is for HBC’s Drunk Drabbles! @the-ss-horniest-book-club @the-ce-horniest-book-club / Divider by @firefly-graphics

You lay in one of the motel beds curled up against Bucky while Steve is in the shower. It had been a long two days on mission and the three of you were glad to get to a motel after having spent the last two nights sleeping in shifts wherever you could. As soon as he got in the bed from his shower, Bucky had pulled you flush against him and nuzzled your neck. 

“Missed having you in my arms, Doll.” Bucky murmurs. 

“Mmm, me too. I’m glad we can at least sleep together tonight. I’ll look forward to other activities as soon as we get home.” You tease, grinding against Bucky suggestively. 

“Who says we have to wait until we get home?” 

“Haha, Steve’s already getting out of the shower.” You laugh. 

“He won’t mind.”

“Bucky!”

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[tuiccim]

Funnel Cakes and Ferris Wheels

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1589

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Surprising Bucky with a trip to a traveling carnival, you enjoy spending time with him. You know you're falling in love but can't quite bring yourself to say the words.

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

You excitedly lead Bucky towards the entrance of the traveling carnival. You had seen a post about it and couldn’t resist surprising him with the tickets. You’d been dating for a few months and you thought the outing would be a great date. 

Bucky grinned as he matched your enthusiastic pace, “I haven’t been to one of these since before the war.”

That statement stopped you in your tracks. “I’m sorry, Buck. I didn’t think. Will it bring up bad memories?” You bite your lip as you look at him but he never stops smiling. 

“No, just good memories, doll. And I love that I get to experience it with you. I’m going to win you a ridiculously expensive teddy bear and hold you through the haunted house before plying you with the finest hot dogs and funnel cake.”

“Then let’s get to it,” you laugh happily. 

The grounds are alight with music, people, and flashing lights. You rode a pirate ship, got lost in a mirror maze, played in the fun house, kissed going through the tunnel of love, and feigned screams through the haunted ride. You hid laughter as you watched a frat bro lose his lunch after the roller coaster and you are downright giddy when Bucky pulls you towards the games. Of course, he makes his way directly to the shooting range with a large display of stuffed animals.

“Which one do you want, doll?”

You look at the row of prizes and smile when your eyes land on a purple and green dragon. 

“That one. The dragon,” you point. 

“What do I need to win the lady a dragon?” He asks the barker.

“Seventeen hundred points,” he replies in a bored tone.

Bucky hands over the cash to play and picks up the toy rifle. He shoots once, adjusts his stance, and then winks at you before showing off. He hits every target that pops up until the spinning bonus round flashes brightly. A few more pulls of the trigger and the scoreboard reads 2000 points.

The barker’s jaw is on the floor as he stares at Bucky, “That’s a perfect score! Never seen anybody do that.”

“I like shooting,” Bucky says with an embarrassed shrug.

“Military?”

“In another lifetime,” Bucky demures. 

The barker picks up on Bucky’s reticence and turns to you, “Which one did you want?”

You walk away with arms happily wrapped around the dragon and a delighted grin on your face. 

“What are you going to name him?” Bucky laughs. 

You think for a second and blurt, “Barney!”

“I thought Barney was a dinosaur?” Bucky’s brow scrunches. 

“Oh, I didn’t even think of that. I was just thinking that it would make me think of you, your last name. I guess I could say Barnes-y,” you give Bucky a silly eyebrow waggle. 

“Or maybe just Bucky?” He suggests.

“Sir Bucky!” You declare with a grin.

“Sir Bucky, it is,” he smiles, enjoying your playfulness. 

“Now, I expect to be plied with hot dogs and funnel cake,” you steer towards the food trucks. 

“All you can eat,” Bucky says sweetly. His gaze is filled with warmth and affection and you feel it all the way to your heart. You are falling so hard for him and you can feel three little words bubbling to the surface but you tamp them down. The last thing you wanted was to scare off this amazing man. You each down a hot dog and then share a funnel cake. At one moment, Bucky feeds you a bite and then boops your nose with a finger covered in powdered sugar. You retaliate by smearing some across the dimple in his chin but then Bucky dips his head and takes your thumb in his mouth. He licks the remnants of sugar from it as he stares into your eyes. Putting your fingers under his chin, you pull him forward for a kiss. It’s sweet, literally, and hot. Your heart burns as his lips move over yours. When you part, he looks over you and smiles as he grabs a napkin. Carefully, he wipes the remaining sugar from your face and you return the favor for him. 

“Are you ready to go?” He asks after throwing away the food wrappers.

“Uh, I was hoping to ride the ferris wheel before we left,” you say hopefully. 

“Can I kiss you at the top?”

“Absolutely,” you giggle as you lead the way. 

Ensconced in the seat of the ride, your stomach drops a little as it begins moving. You smile at each other and look over the fair as you go higher. You go around a couple of times and then the car stops at the top. Immediately your lips find each other. You kiss and feel Bucky’s hand come up to the side of your neck, holding you in place as he explores your mouth. 

The kiss comes to an abrupt end when the ferris wheel moves again and then jerks. Looking down to see what’s wrong, you see the operator laughing as he looks up at you. He had obviously decided to mess with the couple making out on his ride. 

“He’s just jealous,” Bucky quips as he leans over. 

“Oh!” You breathe when the car pitches forward. 

A mischievous look passes over Bucky’s face and he quickly stretches backwards. “What’s the matter, doll?” He says as he throws himself forward again making the car swing. 

You know he is hoping to make you squeal in fear but he didn’t realize that the swinging doesn’t bother you at all. Instead, you grin wickedly and join him in the movements. 

“Nothing at all, babe. Think we can get it to go upside down?” You laugh as the car begins to pick up some momentum. 

“Aren’t you scared?” Bucky grins.

“Nah. Besides, if I fall, you’ll catch me, right?” You raise an eyebrow. Wind is whistling past your ears now as the car is swinging until you're horizontal at this point. You feel the wheel moving again and after a moment can hear the worker yelling, “Stop! Stop swinging the car! STOP! Are you people crazy? I said stop.”

You look at Bucky to gauge his reaction. You share a devious look and redouble your efforts despite the worker yelling repeatedly but the fun was short lived when the car jolted and you realized the car wouldn’t swing any further. Some safety feature or latch was in place to keep the car from turning over. You and Bucky stopped moving and instead just enjoyed the swinging car until you reached the bottom. 

“What were you trying to do? Throw yourselves out of the damn car? Get out! Don’t come back!” The worker yelled as he released the bar across your lap. 

You and Bucky giggle as you clamor down from the ride but sober quickly when you are met by a security guard at the exit. 

“That’s them! Those two!” The worker yells from his post. 

“You two with me,” the guard’s deep voice rumbles. When you are out of sight of the worker, he looks around to see if anyone is nearby. Clearing his throat he gives the two of you the side-eye and says, “I assume you were just leaving.”

“Yes, sir,” you say with wide eyes, feigning contrition. 

“Mm-hm,” he narrows his eyes but a small smile curves his lips. He jerks his chin towards the exit, “Get on with ya. Next time, try not to annoy the workers. Especially not that one.” He chuckles to himself as he veers off in a different direction. Laughing together, you keep your word and head toward the exit. 

“What a story to tell!” You laugh, “What will others think when I tell them how my boyfriend got us kicked out of the carnival!”

“Me? I believe you had just as much to do with it!” Bucky accuses jokingly. 

“Little ol’ me? Why, I do declare. I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous in my life!” You say in a dramatic Southern accent. 

Bucky laughs, grabbing you around the middle to haul you close, “Yes, little ol’ you. And they all know what a troublemaker you are.”

“True. I don’t hide it well,” you laugh as you look at him. 

He stares at you with a grin and you expect him to lean in for a kiss but instead he studies you for a moment. 

“What?” You ask.

“You really don’t hide it well. You wear your heart on your sleeve. It’s one of the things I love about you. You’re fun and funny and smart and beautiful and so incredibly kind,” he says.

Your heart leaps out of your chest and you have to hold back tears. Whispering, you tell him, “Thank you. I feel the exact same way about you. You’re an incredible person, Bucky.”

“I love you,” he says and holds his breath.

“I love you, too.” You barely get the words out of your mouth before he kisses you. It’s intense and perfect and a happy tear or two may have escaped your closed lids. 

“Thought you two were leaving.” You both look up at the gruff voice coming from the security guard walking by as he munches on a giant corndog. 

“Yes, sir. Right away, sir,” you reply loudly with a quick salute.

“Good luck with that one. I can tell she’s a handful,” the guard says to Bucky as he passes.

“In the best possible way,” Bucky laughs as he slips an arm around you. 

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Hostage Situation

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader     Word Count: 1164

Warnings: Smut - NSFW 18+ Only!

Prompt:   Oct 23 - Choking/Breath Play

A/N: This is for HBC’s Kinktober! @the-ss-horniest-book-club​​ / Divider by @whimsicalrogers​​ / Had a request from @wolfiepheanix​ and thought today’s prompt was perfect for it. Hope you enjoy!

You knew the minute the two of you got back to your room after the mission, Bucky would be on your ass. He was furious. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as you exited the quinjet. 

“Debriefing 9am tomorrow.” Steve says to the team before they disburse. 

You were desperately trying to figure out an escape. “I, um, need to run an errand,” you say trying to walk away.

“Nope,” Bucky grabs your arm and drags you to the elevator. You bite your lip and decide it’s better to get this over with. You’d let him vent it out. You know he’s pissed at your actions. As you walked into your room you pulled your arm from his grasp, knowing it would piss him off even more. 

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Listen to Your Intructors

Pairing: Loki x Bucky Barnes x Female, Virgin Reader

Kinks: Multiple Partners, Light bondage, BDSM, Praise, Degradation. NSFW 18+. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 2850 (not beta read!)

For my lovely, darling friend, @fandomsaremylifeline​ I love you and I hope you enjoy!

Bucky and Loki are watching over the class of new recruits when they both pickup on a couple of them having a conversation nearby. 

“I was thinking about asking her out,” the male says. 

The female scoffs in derision, “You don’t want to do that.”

“Why not?”

“She’s still got her V card. Total prude.”

“At her age? Wow. Must be something wrong there,” he laughs. 

“Right?” She laughs as they walk off. 

A little while later, you had just finished your circuit and spotted the recruit that had been flirting with you a good bit, “Hey. How’d training go today?”

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Zoom Meeting

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1368

Warnings: Smut, 18+, NSFW, Smutty smutness.

Summary: There is not plot, only smut. You have a Zoom meeting and Bucky has an itch he wants to scratch. 

Requested by my darling friend, @bubbabarnes​ 

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“You look gorgeous, Doll. Why are you so dressed up? I thought we were staying home today.” Bucky looks you up and down. 

“I have a Zoom conference. It should only take 45 minutes.” You answer while pouring yourself a cup of coffee. 

Bucky wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses the side of your neck. “You smell good, too.“ 

“Bucky, no.” You giggle, knowing exactly where his mind has gone.

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