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littleredwolf · 20 days

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Sinful Sighs

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky and Y/N are like a couple of horny teenagers after completing a mission where feelings were revealed - continuation of ‘Hungry Eyes’.

Warnings: 18+ content - MINORS DNI- blowjob, fingering, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, sex with protection, cursing - just pure smut for the sake of it.

Words: 1,303

A/N: Okay so part 2 came along sooner than expected - I am a woman with needs and apparently writing saucy fanfiction is how I fulfil them these days! Please forgive any mistakes/cringe moments - this is my first time writing full on smut and boy, was it a struggle!

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The Quinjet had barely touched the tarmac before you and Bucky were barreling down its ramp and making your way into the compound, hands entwined as you marched towards the living quarters.

“For the love of God, turn off your comms before you get to your room!” Sam called after you, prompting you to rip out your earpieces and leave them on a side table as you passed through the lounge.

You couldn’t unlock your door quick enough, and you squealed excitedly when Bucky playfully slapped your ass and shoved you through it once you’d finally got it open.

His mouth was on yours in seconds, hands on your waist as he guided you backwards. You dropped onto the edge of the bed when you felt the mattress pressing against the back of your knees, looking up at the super soldier through lust-filled eyes as you began to undo his belt. He caressed your cheek with his flesh hand, his thumb brushing against your swollen lips as he watched you, groaning when you opened your mouth and began to suck on it - a taster of what was to come. His vibranium hand came up to clasp your hair, making you gasp in delight as he gently pulled on it to make you look up at him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he admitted, his confession sending a bolt of electricity straight to your core.

“I wish you’d told me sooner,” you purred as you finished unbuttoning his pants and began to remove them along with his underwear, licking your lips as your eyes settled on his throbbing erection.

“And why’s that, doll?” He asked, indulging his curiosity.

“So that I could have done this a long time ago,” you said, wrapping your hand around his cock and taking his full length into your mouth.

Bucky inhaled sharply and tightened his grip on your hair, eliciting a moan from you that vibrated around his cock and caused him to buck his hips towards you. Your eyes watered as he hit the back of your throat, but you held steady and continued to work him into a frenzy, licking and sucking and drawing the most delicious sounds from him.

He reluctantly pulled you away after a few minutes, and you whined at the loss of contact.

“Lay back,” he ordered, taking off his shirt and watching you like a predator stalking its prey as you followed his instructions. He dropped to his knees once you were in position, and you sucked in a breath as he began a trail of kisses that started from the inside of your ankle and led up to your inner thigh.

Lifting the skirt of your dress, he took a moment to admire your underwear before hooking his fingers in the waistband and sliding them down, tossing them aside and continuing his path of kisses.

You whimpered as he reached your slick folds, and you felt him smile wickedly against them before sucking your clit into his mouth. Your hands flew to his hair, nails raking along his scalp as you rolled your hips to meet him, soft moans passing your lips that spurred him on.

Gripping your hip and holding you in place with his vibranium hand, Bucky added his flesh hand to the assault on your pussy, sliding a finger inside while his thumb circled your clit alongside his tongue.

“Fuck,” you gasped as his finger curled up and rubbed against your sweet spot, speeding up your impending orgasm.

“That’s it, doll,” Bucky groaned, his breath ghosting over your pussy and adding to the sweet sensations. “Come for me.”

It was all the encouragement you needed and within seconds your pussy was squeezing around his fingers, back arching as your moans filled the room.

“Good girl,” Bucky praised once you were finished, removing himself from between your legs and licking your juices from his fingers as he climbed onto the bed. “Sweet as a peach.”

The lewd act made you bite your lip, and at Bucky’s command you moved up the bed to lay back against the pillows, spreading your legs and allowing him to position himself between them. He kissed you deeply, needily, and you eagerly parted your lips for him when he teased them with that skillful tongue of his, drawing more moans from you as he trailed more sloppy kisses along your jawline and neck. Your hands returned to his hair as you thrust your hips up to meet his cock, aching to have him inside you.

“Please, Buck. I need you,” you whimpered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. A look of uncertainty crossed his face as he hesitated a moment, and you didn’t need the ability to read minds to know what he was thinking.

Reaching over to your nightstand, you opened the drawer and pulled out a condom, smiling reassuringly up at him as you ripped it open and reached down to roll it over his cock. He groaned at your touch, and when you were done he pressed his forehead against yours.

“If you change your mind about this, let me know and I’ll stop,” he whispered, and you cupped his face to make him look at you.

“Not gonna happen,” you replied.

It was all the reassurance he needed, and with a searing kiss he lined himself up at your entrance and slid into you. You gasped as he slowly pushed himself all the way in, filling you completely, and he paused only a moment for you to get accustomed to the feeling before pulling away and repeating the motion.

Your soft moans turned to heavy pants as Bucky began to move faster, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him closer with each thrust while his mouth set your skin ablaze with every kiss to your neck, face and chest.

You squeaked in surprise when he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, hooking your legs over his shoulders so that he could go deeper, and waves of ecstasy rolled over you as he brought you to the brink over and over again, the room filling with your exclamations of pleasure and encouragement for him to keep going.

You lost count of how many times you came while Bucky fucked you, your pussy squeezing his cock and drawing the most explicit sounds from him. It didn’t take long for him to reach his own release, and his cries of pleasure joined yours as you both climaxed for the last time.

You whined at the loss of contact when he pulled out to dispose of the condom, but he was back by your side in a matter of seconds, pulling you into his tight embrace and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he planted soft kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“I can’t believe we haven’t done that sooner,” he murmured, his breath against your ear giving you goosebumps. “You’re fucking amazing.”

Your cheeks reddened and you laid your head on his chest to hide the fact.

“Says you,” you scoffed, and now it was his turn to blush. “At least now we know, we can make up for lost time,” you mused, and he hummed in agreement, the rumbling of his chest vibrating against your ear.

“Well, the sooner we get started, the better,” he stated, and you lifted your head to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Really!? Already!?”

“Perks of being a super soldier, doll,” he smirked, and you giggled as he nudged himself into you to show his returning hard on.

“FRIDAY - add condoms to the shopping list,” you announced to the AI as you reached over and pulled another from the nightstand. You had a full box in there, but something told you they wouldn’t last long.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #the winter soldier #fatws #falcon and the winter soldier #avengers #sebastian stan #bucky barnes smut #spicy content

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bubbarnes · 3 months

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“... you're like, not missing much on LinkedIn”.

#please stop with the content #no tengo autocontrol:(#but imagine actually finding him on linkedin? lmaooo #sebastian stan #sebastianstanedit #sebstanedit #gbbb

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riricitaa · 3 months

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✨️ January 2k24 ✨️

#blessing me with new content 😌#back to living on crumbs #but ain't complaining lol #loves of my life #husbands #Sebastian Stan #Chris Evans

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buckysbarnes · 6 months

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SEBASTIAN STAN as VLAD TENEV DUMB MONEY (2023) • dir. Craig Gillespie

#sebastian stan #dumb money #sebstanedit #sebastianstansource #sebastianstanedit #tuserlyn #usertammy #tuseraud #usermasha #tuserlou #userchelsea #usergosling #**#*ss #©#if you don't like the way he looks in this I UNDERSTAND #but it's been so long since i've had new content T_T

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urdepressedslut · 9 months

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The Honeysuckle and the Thorn

♡ Pairing: Soft!Dark!Stepdad!Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Innocent!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: He knew it was wrong to want his new wife’s daughter. He knew it was sinful to imagine him doing the most unholy things to her— but because it was wrong only made him want her more.

♡ Warnings: dark, innocence kink, age gap (reader in 20's), masturbation (both fem and male), dark sexual thoughts, pls read warnings

series masterlist ✧ part two

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK

* You are responsible for your media consumption. Please do not proceed reading, if you have any kind of problem with any of the above written warnings.

It was only fair that he deserved just a bite. One simple taste of your lips— one long caress of your skin. The sensation of your hair threading in between his fingers as he tugged harshly on the strands. He deserved to hear the sweet cries that would fall from your lips— the sounds he would undoubtedly hear if he ever had his way with you.

He knew it was morally wrong, the thought sickening to want you as badly as he did. But the fact was, the more reasons he tried to tell himself that it was wrong to want you. Sparked more reasons he should have you. The thoughts of missed experiences, missed relationships— moments he'd never get to have if he didn't have you. He wasn't the perfect man, but he was deserving of something good— pure.

Lastly, maybe because it was so forbidden is what made it so desirable— made you so desirable.

Truthfully, he didn't want you at first. The infatuation... well more like obsession— burned slowly. The flame always lit, but it was until a specific moment had the flame raging into a passionate fire.

Lee had started to see your Mother, the two flirting shamelessly when the Sheriff would visit the diner that your Mother worked at. It was romantic at first— Lee coming to visit with flowers in hand. Compliments that he knew would make your Mother flush. He always knew how to leave her speechless, and he hadn't even had her yet. A couple dates fly by and Lee had finally devoured her— finally finding someone to soothe his fix. Someone to satisfy his hunger... for now.

The two were inseparable, never wanting to leave each others side. As your Mother craved Lee, his heart and mind— he only craved your Mother for one thing at first. As time passed, he could feel himself start to care for her. Not only did she satisfy his hunger— but she also listened to him when he needed to vent about stress at work.

A year passed and the passion slowly started to fade, but didn't vanish completely. He found himself busier at work, and at the same time your Mother was taking more shifts at the diner. Although the passion was fading, things seemed to be getting more serious as Lee and your Mother moved in together. Your Mother already had a beautiful home, small but charming. It was then Lee discovered she had a daughter— you.

Lee was frustrated upon finding out about you, knowing that kids only added stress to his life. He was unhappy— and you seemed to start a series of constant fights between Lee and your Mother. The fights seemed to happen almost every night— and despite the frustration and growing toxicity of it all. They still wanted to be with each other. It was becoming a use for company— a way to not feel so alone at the end of the day.

Tension lingered constantly until Lee had met you finally one day in the kitchen. He hadn't known your Mother let today be the day for the first meeting. She wasn't even here. Lee found himself trudging into the room for some much needed coffee before he left for work— when he found you in a silk nightgown. A very see through nightgown, in fact. It left little to the imagination.

"Morning darling." The sheriff greeted, watching you jump and almost drop the mug you were holding.

"Oh my— you scared m-me!" You gasped, holding a hand to your heart. "Good morning... uh what would you like me to call you?"

"Lee's fine sweetheart. You're the (Y/n) I hear so much about." He thought out loud, giving you a once over.

"Hopefully all good things." You tried to joke, but deep down were afraid your Mother had said something bad about you.

Lee chuckled to himself, not wanting to really tell you that he hadn't heard much about you. The more recent interactions between you and your Mother fights— instead of conversations.

"Mother wanted to be here when you woke up— but she was called for an emergency at the diner." You informed him and he grunted in understanding. "It's nice to meet you Lee. I just wanted to thank you for making my Mother so happy. I'm sure we are going to get along just fine— I promise I won't be any trouble."

Making your Mother happy? Lee thought. She must be putting on a front for you— because things hadn't exactly been a walk in the park. Overall he appreciated you not being a demon child. In fact— you were much older than he was expecting you to be.

"Pleasure to meet ya darling— we will get along just fine." He told you with a smirk.

You smiled his way, before moving around the kitchen— trying to busy yourself from his intense stare that had your cheeks flushing.

Lee didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt an itch burning— a craving that needed to be satisfied. You were so young— so new to the big bad world.

He hummed and let his eyes roam over your figure again, taking in the way your nipples were poking through the nightgown. He had to bite his lip to keep the groan from escaping his lips. He could feel his pants growing tight from the sight of your eyes glancing up to him— so innocently like you weren’t standing here practically half naked in front of him.

“Does your Mother usually let you wear stuff like that?” He asked, speaking down to you.

You bit your own lip, looking down at your nightgown, the silk hiding very little of your body. You knew to never wear it out in public— but he was your Stepfather so you assumed it was okay.

“Y-yes… why do you want me to change?” You asked shyly, feeling insecure about what you were wearing in front of him now.

“Of course not sweetheart— you just gotta be careful dressing like that in front of strangers.” He pointed out, “You don’t have to worry when I’m around— I’ll protect you.”

You smiled at his protection, knowing you and your another were in good hands. If only you got a glimpse inside his mind.

“Thank you Lee, my Mother and I are lucky to have you around.” You told him, watching his smirk grow into a larger smile. “Would you like some coffee?”

He nodded and hummed, sitting down at the kitchen table, watching your body through the nightgown as you worked around the kitchen, getting the coffee prepared for him.

You finally set the cup of coffee down in front of him, standing close enough where Lee would get a whiff of your vanilla, buttery scent of your skin. The faintest smell of strawberries from your shampoo. It was like your scent was a drug— the smell filling his senses and pulling him into a trance.

The itch burned worse— the craving intensifying.

“Thanks darling, look at you being so helpful. Such a good girl, helping your stepdaddy get ready for the day.” He cooed, placing his free hand around on your back, stroking the exposed soft skin of the open back of the nightgown.

His touch made you shiver, the skin he was touching buzzing pleasantly. His hands were rough and textured, lightly scratching your smooth skin.

You looked away from him, trying to hide your flustered state. His touch and his words had you feeling fuzzy— a pleasant haze floating around your brain. It confused you.

“W-will you make it home in time to have dinner with Mother and I tonight?” You asked him, despite the butterflies floating around your tummy.

He moved his hand from the middle of your back to your hip, squeezing the flesh in his massive hands palming almost the entirety of your hip. The action made you gasp, your lower abdomen tingling.

“I’ll be there darling.” He whispered as he was even closer to you now.

You felt your body warming up from his body heat, despite the house being cool. Every time he’d touch you, your body had an odd reaction— one that you didn’t understand. But it had you squirming uncomfortably, not from him. From the fact that you suddenly needed something to soothe this tingle that kept creeping up.

“O-okay.” You breathed out, escaping him once he let you go, paying attention to his coffee.

You used that as your opportunity to leave the room without another peep, heading towards your room where you would lock yourself in— trying to understand this itch you so needed to scratch now. You sat on your bed wondering why you felt so unsettled, so incomplete. You were frustrated and decided to jump into the shower, get yourself fresh and clear your mind— then you’d head to the library.

You took your time in the shower, scrubbing your body all over— making sure every inch of your flesh was clean. You washed your hair, and soon as you found yourself done with your routine— you stayed standing under the water. You stared blankly at the shower wall as you were deep in thought. Your hand had a kind of its own, and you found yourself palming your tit.

You let your finger drag ever so slowly over the bud, and you had to bite your other hand to keep the gasp from escaping.

You felt utterly filthy. Even as you stood squeaky clean in the shower— you knew Mother would be so disappointed at your doing such sinful acts. You knew you should stop, drop your hands and get out— but your thumb continued to swipe and circle your bud, the sensation making you sigh into your hand.

It was something you had never felt before and you wondered— if it was so bad, why’d it feel so good?

The water started to turn cold, going unnoticed by you who was slipping into a blissful state— drowning out the world with the delicious sensation.

Little did you know, Lee had picked the lock on your door and was watching your silhouette through the curtain from the doorway— his own hand palming himself through his pants.

He watched with lust blown eyes as you played with yourself, the delicious quiet whines escaping your lips in a sweet melody. God he wanted to be the one to pull such sounds from you.

He didn’t know how this was going to work, he wasn’t sure he could control himself around you with your Mother around. He guess he would find out soon enough.

For now he scurried off with an aching member, heading into work— the only image of your bare body in his mind.

A/N: this series is gonna be filthy, get ready👀

TAGLIST: @lillytracy6996 @sebstanwhore

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anonymousmink · 10 months

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I have no excuse for myself anymore. I just… I guess this is my life now?

Reblogs are loved but please don’t repost this art! Comms open!

#bucky barnes #winter soldier #Sebastian stan #bucky barnes fanart #Captain America #I may be a vegetarian but I am hungry for BEEF #mink draws #future mr mink #suggestive content #tw: implied nudity

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thebluemage · 2 months

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PLEASE?!

#new content #sebastian stan

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buchanans · 1 year

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MARGOT ROBBIE ✧ SEBASTIAN STAN 80th Annual Golden Globe Awards January 10th, 2023 | Beverly Hills

#margotrobbieedit #margotedit #sebstanedit #marvelcastedit #dccastedit #userdorka #tusershay #usersavana #gaybuckybarnes #usersvenja #userashe #*edit #sebastian stan #margot robbie #i'm so content with being able to sleep while i know he's out and about #but this!!!!!#my i tonya dreams coming true

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fandomfluffandfuck · 9 months

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I am very normal about this behind the scenes photo 😮‍💨

#🤌🏻it's the dick sucking angle🤌🏻#🤌🏻it's the way he's fucking holding that pipe🤌🏻#(that... yeah... looks phallic 👀)#hnnnng #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bts #behind the scenes #capatain america: civil war #the quality is awful BUT the content is golden

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cheynovak · 21 days

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From Russia with love

Bucky Barnes x F/Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Angst, aggression,

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

*Does not follow The MCU storyline!*

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Bucky and Steve are tracking down remnants of Hydra in Russia. Who are trying to recreate the winter soldier program. Bucky asks the help of an old friend and ex winter soldier, Y/N. Who he fought with before she found a way to get out.

But will she be willing to help? And how will Bucky react to seeing not only the first female winter soldier but also his trainee.

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In the dimly lit safe house in Moscow, Bucky sat with Sam, Natasha, and Steve, discussing their next move. Their mission was critical: infiltrate a clandestine facility run by remnants of Hydra trying to recreate the old soviet program that had created Bucky and others like him.

As they deliberated their plan of action, Bucky who sat in the corner of the room spoke up, his voice heavy with memories of his own past. "I might know someone who can help us," he said quietly, catching the attention of the others.

"Who?" Natasha inquired, her green eyes reflecting both curiosity and caution.

Bucky hesitated for a moment before replying, "Another Winter Soldier who managed to escape once, a long time ago. Before the once were created in 1991." Sam arched an eyebrow. "Another Winter Soldier? How come we've never heard of her before?"

"She was kept hidden, we trained together and sometimes send on missions." Bucky explained. "But she was different. One time when she had the opportunity, she stole her own programming details and she fled."

Steve nodded thoughtfully. "If she's willing to help, she could provide invaluable insight into Hydra's operations." With their plan set, the team set off. Along the way, Bucky remembered fragments of memories about Y/N, her determination, her strength, and her unwavering spirit.

Finally, they arrived at a remote safehouse nestled in the heart of the Russian wilderness. “Let me go in alone.” Bucky said, he approached the door with a mixture of apprehension and hope, unsure of what to expect. The door creaked open, revealing a figure standing in the shadows. A small lamp in the corner of the room showed the silhouette of a woman, with piercing eyes he recognised her.

Y/N's heart raced as she stood face to face with Bucky Barnes, the first Winter Soldier, the man she had once feared above all others yet worked with countless times. Memories flooded her mind. "So, this is how it ends," she whispered, her voice tinged with resignation.

Without hesitation, Y/N lunged forward, her movements fuelled by fear and desperation. Bucky's eyes widened in shock as Y/N's fists rained down upon him, each blow a representation of a lifetime of pain and suffering.

Driven by instinct, Bucky fought back, his movements measured and precise as he sought to defend himself without causing harm. But Y/N's attacks were relentless, her fury unchecked as she unleashed a torrent of pent-up rage and anguish.

Bucky and Y/N fell out of the window into the freezing cold snow. Amidst the chaos, Sam, Natasha, and Steve rushed forward, but finally, with a decisive motion, Bucky managed to pin her to the ground with a firm yet gentle grip.

As she looked into his eyes, she saw not the Winter Soldier, but a wounded soul in need of redemption. "I'm not here to hurt you, Y/N," Bucky pleaded, his voice filled with sincerity. "Please, you have to trust me."

With a heavy sigh, her body going limp beneath Bucky's touch as she surrendered to the inevitability of their shared destiny. As the chaos of the confrontation between Y/N and Bucky unfolded, Natasha's keen eyes scanning the scene with concern.

Natasha's gaze locked onto Y/N, and a flicker of recognition sparked within her. She remembered the countless hours they had spent together, training relentlessly in the shadows of the KGB's training facility.

With a determined stride, Natasha stepped forward, her movements fluid and purposeful as she approached Y/N. "Y/N," she said softly. "It's me – Natasha. Do you remember? "The weight of shame and regret pressed down upon her.

"I'm sorry," Y/N murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she averted her gaze. "I don't...” Natasha's brow furrowed, her keen eyes searching Y/N's face for any sign of recognition. But Y/N's mask of indifference remained firmly in place, concealing the turmoil raging beneath the surface.

"Are you sure?" Natasha pressed gently, her voice tinged with empathy. "We trained together at the KGB. You were my mentor." Y/N flinched at the reminder, the memories of her former life threatening to overwhelm her fragile composure. "I'm sorry," she repeated.

"Why are you here, James?" Y/N asked, shifting eyes from Natacha to him. "I, we, need your help." Bucky continued, his voice tinged with urgency. "There are descendants of Hydra who are trying to revive their twisted experiments, to create more super soldiers. We can't let that happen."

It took a second but Y/N, her response was hesitant, a reluctance born from the scars of her past and the fear of once again being dragged back into the shadows. "I can't, I've spent so long trying to get free, to forget. I can't go back there."

Bucky's expression fell, disappointment flickering in his eyes, but he understood the weight of Y/N's decision. "I won't force you," he said softly, his voice tinged with regret. "But if you change your mind, we could use your help."

"Y/N, I've heard a lot about you these days," Steve began, his voice warm with admiration. "You've faced unimaginable challenges running from hydra, breaking free from the KGB, and yet here you are, still living. We could use your help."

“I’m sure those words mean a lot, to a lot of people Cap. Unfortunately, you were never my hero.” Steve's brow furrowed in confusion. "Growing up, I believed in heroes, in the ideals of justice and righteousness," she explained, her voice tinged with bitterness. "But then this happened.” her arms gesturing to herself.

“No mission will ever redeem what I did.” With a solemn nod, Steve stepped back, his respect for Y/N evident in the way he held himself. "I understand," he said quietly.

And as they parted ways, Y/n got consumed by her own thoughts and doubts. Deciding to set out to track down Bucky and the rest of the team. Determination, Hydra will not hurt, create, more people like them.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of searching, Y/N caught sight of Bucky and the others. "James," Y/N called out, her voice echoing in the stillness of the night. "I'll help." Bucky's gaze met hers, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before giving way to relief. "Y/N," he exclaimed, his voice filled with gratitude. "I'm glad you're here."

In the dimly lit room where Steve and Y/N sat going over their invasion plan, the air was thick with tension and anticipation. Steve's eyes were focused intently on the maps spread out before them, his brow furrowed in concentration as he outlined their strategy with meticulous detail to Y/N.

Bucky kept his eyes on Y/N from a crossed the room. "So, Bucky," Sam began, his tone casual yet probing. "Did you ever... you know... sleep with Y/N?"

Bucky's brow furrowed in confusion at the unexpected question, his expression a mixture of surprise and discomfort. "What? No," he replied firmly, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Natasha arched an eyebrow, her gaze shrewd as she studied Bucky's reaction. "Are you sure about that?" she pressed, her tone betraying her scepticism. Bucky's jaw tensed, his patience wearing thin as he met Natasha's piercing gaze. "Yes, I'm sure," he insisted, his voice clipped. "Y/N and I fought side by side, but that's as far as it goes." He rose to his feet to leave the room.

With their plan meticulously laid out, Steve, Y/N, Bucky, Sam, and Natasha stormed the compound with precision and determination. Each member of the team moved with practiced efficiency, their movements fluid and coordinated as they faced down Hydra's descendants.

Bullets flew and explosions rocked the air as they fought their way through wave after wave of Hydra agents, their unwavering resolve pushing them ever forward. Steve led one team with Y/N at his side, their synergy undeniable as they cleared rooms and neutralized threats with expert precision. Meanwhile, Bucky, Sam, and Natasha formed the other team.

In the end, victory was theirs, won through blood, sweat, and sacrifice. The compound lay in ruins behind them, but amidst the rubble, a sense of triumph burned bright in their hearts.

Bucky approached Y/N, his expression earnest yet tentative. With a deep breath, he spoke. "Y/N, I know this may not be what you had in mind, but... why don't you come back to the states with us," Bucky began, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes. "You've proven yourself time and time again, and I believe you deserve a chance at a new beginning."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at Bucky's words, her mind racing with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The thought of leaving behind the shadows of her past filled her with both apprehension and hope, but deep down, she knew that she couldn't. "I... I don't know, James," Y/N replied, her voice wavering. "There's so much I still need to reconcile, so much I still need to come to terms with."

"But you don't have to face it alone. We'll be there for you every step of the way, no matter what." Steve added. With a nod of determination, she met Bucky's gaze, her decision made. "Okay," she said quietly, her voice filled with resolve. "I'll come with you."

As months passed and Y/N integrated into her new life at the Avengers compound, she found herself forming strong bonds with her newfound teammates, particularly Steve. Their shared experiences and mutual respect for one another's skills fostered a deep camaraderie between them.

Meanwhile, Bucky couldn't help but notice the growing closeness between Y/N and Steve. Though he was genuinely happy to see Y/N fitting in and forming connections, a twinge of jealousy whenever he observed his best friend with his former colleague.

One evening, as the team gathered for a training session in the compound's gym, Bucky found himself watching Y/N and Steve spar, their movements synchronized and fluid. A surge of jealousy washed over him as he observed the easy vibe between them, the laughter and shared banter echoing true the air.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Bucky excused himself from the training session, his footsteps heavy as he retreated to the solitude of his quarters. Alone with his thoughts, he grappled with the unsettling realization that he harboured feelings for Y/N.

As the days turned into weeks, Bucky found himself withdrawing from Y/N, his heart heavy with a sense of longing and regret. He couldn't bear to see them together, to witness the bond they shared knowing that he could never compete. Even though he would want nothing more than to see his friend move on from the pain he had since Peggy died.

Sensing Bucky's distance and noticing the subtle changes in his behaviour, Y/N couldn't help but feel concerned. She had grown accustomed to his presence and valued their friendship, so seeing him withdraw was disconcerting. Approaching him one afternoon in the Avengers compound.

He was after all the only person she know for a long, long time. All thought she knew the winter soldier and not Bucky. Still, she felt he was her first friend.

Y/N walked into his room, gently placed a hand on Bucky's shoulder, her expression soft with concern. "Hey, Buck," she began, her voice gentle yet determined. "Is everything okay? You seem... different lately." For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the turmoil raging within him.

"Seeing you and Steve getting along so well, it's... it's been hard for me."

Y/N's heart ached at Bucky's confession, her own feelings of empathy and compassion flooding through her. "James," she said softly, her voice tinged with understanding. "I value our friendship more than anything. I just like the fact that Steve gets us. Gets the struggle we have been through.”

“He’s a friend. Nothing more.” she added not knowing this was what Bucky was asking, but needing to make sure he knew she had no feelings for his best friend.

As Bucky and Y/N sat together, their conversation drifted to memories of their time together, the battles they had fought. Y/N seemed to be the only person he was able to talk to about his past. Knowing she won’t pity or judge him.

"Do you remember that mission in Berlin 1963?" Bucky asked, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Y/N nodded "How could I forget?" she replied, "That was the mission where we pretended to be a couple to infiltrate the enemy's household as their neighbours."

” You got out short after.” Bucky remembers. “Only to join the KGB’s black widow’s program.” she signs “Training killers. Not much better.” Bucky hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. "And... do you remember... the kiss?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at Bucky's question, her cheeks flushing with colour as the memory flooded back to her. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I remember everything, even when we were programmed.”

"Natasha and Sam... they thought that we... at least once... slept together."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at Bucky's revelation, her mind reeling with disbelief. "What? We've never... ""I know, I too remember everything. " He admitted quietly. "But I couldn't help but wonder... if maybe there was something more between us that night in Berlin."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. For a moment, the air between them crackled with unspoken tension, the weight of their shared history hanging heavy in the air. Y/N asked Bucky if he wanted more from the night in Berlin than just the kiss.

"I often wondered why I kissed you, I wanted to believe that the kiss meant something more. That even though Hydra had me brainwashed, there was still a part me that had control over my feelings.”

"Bucky," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, "I had no idea."

Bucky nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips as she reached out to cup his cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. "You were my first kiss since 1941." He admits shy.

"And the last... since." He looked in her eyes.

With a gentle smile and a heart filled with tenderness, Y/N closed the distance between them, her movements guided by an unspoken understanding and a shared longing. As their lips met in a tender embrace, a surge of warmth spread through Bucky's chest.

“Why don't you show me what you wanted that night.” Y/N's whispered words hung in the air, a gentle invitation laced with desire and vulnerability. With a trembling hand, Bucky cupped Y/N's cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jawline as he gazed into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation.

Closing the distance between them once more, Bucky leaned in, his lips meeting Y/N's in a tender kiss that ignited a firestorm of passion between them. Their kiss was an exploration, a dance of lips and tongues that spoke volumes without the need for words. It was a promise of things to come, a declaration of their newfound connection and the depths of their desire.

Y/N’s gaze flickered to his bionic arm, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. With a playful glint in his eye, he reached out, his fingers curling around Y/N's wrist as he guided her to the bed, hovering over her. "Care to explore the possibilities?" he murmured, his voice low and enticing as he pressed a soft kiss to Y/N's lips.

Y/N's pulse quickened at the suggestion, her curiosity piqued as she traced the intricate patterns of the metal with her fingertips. “What do you have in mind Sergeant Barnes?”

As Bucky's bionic finger gently wrapped around Y/N's neck, a jolt of electricity surged through her body, sending a shiver down her spine. She gasped softly, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and arousal as she felt the cool metal against her skin.

Bucky's touch was firm yet tender, his gaze locked with hers as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You trust me?" he whispered. She nodded.

In response, Y/N reached for the hem of Bucky's shirt, her fingers grazing the warm skin beneath as she peeled the fabric away, revealing the sculpted contours of his chest. Y/N's gaze lingered on the flesh and metal where Bucky's bionic arm seamlessly joined his shoulder.

Her fingers tracing the scar. There was a raw beauty in the contrast between the warmth of his skin and the cool gleam of the metal, a physical manifestation of the complexities that made up Bucky Barnes.

Bucky's breath caught in his throat at the sensation, his eyes locking with Y/N's in a silent exchange of understanding and acceptance. Bucky reached out, his fingers tangling in Y/N's hair as he drew her closer “How are we doing this Y/N? Soft or rough?”

With a hunger that matched his, she met his gaze with a steely determination, her voice low and husky as she whispered, "Rough, Bucky. I want it rough." They abandoned themselves to the raw intensity of their desires, their movements fuelled by a primal need for release.

Their kisses became bruising, their touches demanding as they explored each other. In that moment, there was no room for hesitation or restraint. Just as Bucky ripped the rest of their clothing to shreds, they hear the door.

Startled, they turned to see Sam standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. “Oh, I’m sorry...I'll... I'll give you two some privacy," Sam walked out. As the intensity of the moment faded, Bucky couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice tinged with self-doubt as he avoided Y/N's gaze, unable to meet her eyes. "I didn't mean to... let myself go like that." He left his room, leaving Y/N lying on his bed. Wondering why he just took off like that.

In the days that followed the unexpected interruption, a tension lingered in the air between Bucky, Y/N, and Sam. Each interaction felt tinged with a subtle awkwardness, as if they were all tiptoeing around the elephant in the room.

Sam cleared his throat, "Hey, guys," he began, his voice tinged with sincerity. "I just wanted to apologize for walking in on you the other day. I didn't mean to intrude."

Bucky and Y/N exchanged a glance, Y/N spoke up with a small smile.

"Actually, Sam," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "I think it was a good thing you walked in when you did. It prevented someone from making a big mistake.” Her eyes glanced at Bucky.

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Y/N's words. As Y/N slipped out of the room, leaving Bucky and Sam behind, a sense of confusion settled over the two men. "Buck, did I say something wrong?" Sam asked, his brow furrowed with concern. Bucky shook his head.

As Bucky approached Y/N's room, his footsteps heavy with the weight of his emotions, he hesitated at the threshold, unsure of how to proceed. But before he could gather the courage to knock, he caught a conversation between Y/N and Natasha.

"...sex with Bucky?" Y/N's voice trailed off “I've... I've fantasized about him. Years ago, when we were still working together. I later realised I was fantasizing, in that moment I was programmed. But the other day ... when he took control. Fuck everything came back."

Bucky's heart skipped a beat at Y/N's confession, he had never dared to entertain such thoughts, never allowed himself to imagine that Y/N might feel the same way about him.

Later that night.

Bucky found himself standing outside Y/N's door once more, his heart pounding with anticipation. The door opened, revealing Y/N standing before him.

With a primal intensity burning within him, Bucky seized Y/N's hand and pulled her into the room, his movements fuelled by a hunger that left them both breathless. Without a word, he pushed her onto the bed, his eyes ablaze with desire as he hovered over her.

Bucky's hands moved with purpose as he reached for the hem of Y/N's shirt, his touch sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her body. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled the fabric over her head, revealing the soft curves of her body beneath.

"You like it when I take control?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You want me to make you scream my name, to leave you trembling and begging for more." Y/N's breath hitched at Bucky's words, her body responding to his commanding tone with a surge of arousal that left her trembling with anticipation, she nodded eagerly.

"You want me to take you hard, don't you?" he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "To make you mine in every way possible." Her voice trembling with anticipation.

"I want to feel you," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "All of you. Every inch of your body against mine."

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Bucky's hands trailed lower, teasingly tracing the curves of Y/N's body until they reached the hem of her panties. With a slow, deliberate motion, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and began to slide them down, his touch sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as Bucky's hands explored the soft skin of her thighs, his touch igniting a firestorm of desire that left her trembling with need. With a playful grin, he teased her, tracing circles along her inner thighs before slowly moving closer to her centre. As Bucky's fingers danced tantalizingly close to her most sensitive areas.

"Please, Bucky," she whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her as she arched into his touch. "Don't stop. I need you... I need more." Bucky's eyes darkened with desire as he listened to Y/N's pleas, his own need for her burning hotter than ever before.

"You're so beautiful like this," he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "I love the way you moan for me, the way you beg for more." With a primal growl, Bucky pressed himself against Y/N. With one swift motion, he surged forward, his hips meeting hers in a powerful thrust that sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through them both.

Y/N gasped as Bucky's body collided with hers, the force of his movement driving her wild with desire. With a low moan, she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer as she surrendered herself completely to the dizzying whirlwind of sensation.

Bucky's movements grew more intense, his desire burning hotter with each passing moment. As he plunged deeper into Y/N, a surge of raw passion coursed through him, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

Y/N's cries of pleasure filled the room as Bucky's relentless onslaught sent waves of sensation crashing over her, her body trembling with the overwhelming rush of pleasure. With every thrust, she felt herself teetering on the brink, her need for release growing more urgent with each passing moment.

As waves of pleasure washed over her, Y/N's cries of ecstasy filled the room, her body trembling with the overwhelming rush of sensation. But even as she reached the peak of pleasure, Bucky showed no signs of slowing down, his movements growing more relentless with each passing moment.

With a gasp, Y/N pleaded with him, her voice thick with need. "Bucky, please," she whimpered, her fingers clawing at his back. "I can't... I need a moment." With a husky voice, Bucky encouraged Y/N, "You can do it, Doll. I’m not done yet."

Bucky turned Y/N onto her stomach, as she surrendered herself to his command, Bucky's hands roamed over Y/N's exposed skin, tracing every curve and contour with a possessiveness. His hand grabbed her behind feeling how his metal hand hit her flesh.

"You're going to lie down and do exactly what I say," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're going to let me take control.” He hit her ass. With a primal growl, Bucky surrendered himself completely to the fiery passion that burned within him, thrusting himself into Y/N with an intensity that bordered on ferocity.

As Bucky pushed deeper, Y/N felt herself stretched to her limits, the sensation both exhilarating and intense. With each thrust, she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of being completely filled by him, her body responding eagerly to his primal dominance.

Bucky's relentless assault pushed her to new heights of ecstasy, with each powerful movement, she felt herself teetering on the edge, her need for release growing more urgent with each passing moment.

With a primal instinct driving him, Bucky's metal arm wrapped around Y/N's neck, his touch both possessive and commanding. The pressure was firm but not suffocating, a gesture of dominance that sent a thrill coursing through Y/N's body.

Feeling the strength of Bucky's grip, Y/N gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she surrendered to his control. As their passion reached its peak, both Bucky and Y/N surrendered completely to the overwhelming rush of sensation that consumed them.

As the intensity of their passion began to subside, Bucky released his grip on Y/N's neck, dropping himself next to her. With concern in his eyes, he gently caressed her cheek. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes filled with warmth and affection. "No, Buck, I'm okay," she reassured him, reaching up to place a comforting hand on his arm. "You didn't hurt me. That was... incredible." Relief flooded Bucky's features as he let out a sigh, his tension melting away at her words. "I'm glad," he murmured.

Bucky's voice was hesitant. "Um," he began, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. "Was this... I mean, was it just a one-time thing? Or... do you want it to be more?" Y/N's heart skipped a beat at Bucky's question, the vulnerability in his expression, the complete opposite of the man who fucked her minutes ago.

She reached out, gently cupping his cheek as she met his gaze with a reassuring smile. "This doesn't have to be a one-time thing," she replied softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "If you want more, if you want us to explore this... whatever it is between us, then I'm all in."

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