#winter solder smut

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 7: Somnophilia - Winter Soldier

Summary: He had been instructed to find you after he had completed his mission for a debrief, but he has needs to be taken care of first.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dubious content!!!, consensual somnophilia, kinda freeuse, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, rough sex, obsessive behaviour, multiple orgasms

masterlist 📚 

kinktober masterlist😈 

AO3 Link 

The Winter Soldier had only been to your home once more, the location of which wasn’t even included in any Hydra files, but he knew. He always seemed to know where you were, seeking to find you in the darkness. He had been your patient and priority for years. Not only were you his Doctor but carer, the person to give him his missions and report back to; you fed him, helped even to wash him on occasions, you had been ordered to look after the Soldier’s every need, by whatever was necessary.

You’d instructed him two days before report to you following the completion of his mission, and tomorrow, in the early hours of the morning, you were to go to the Hydra base and wait for him to arrive. This was why you were shocked, to say the least when he turned up at your home clearly; whatever had occurred during the mission had riled him up, making him desperate for release.

You should have anticipated this with the Winter Soldier, and to be truthful, you, too, needed some sort of a release from how on edge you’d been over the last 36 hours of watching his heartbeat on a monitor to make sure that he was surviving through the mission. Only after he had confirmed the kill and was on his journey back you finally collapsed face-first onto the bed. 

Even though he was your patient, the relationship was significantly blurred as of late as human instinct and the need to find satisfaction through touch had escalated. You weren’t sure when or where, but as he became more unsettled and riled up, his trust in you increased, and he made advances of the sexual kind.

You’d used the excuse that it was to get his frustrations out, which is why you’d allowed it to continue, but in truth, you were just as lonely and in need of human contact, too. The bond the two of you had formed over the years meant that, in an odd way that was inexplainable, you trusted the assassin. There had been enough circumstances that he had lost control and on the warpath, and the only person who would never come to any harm would be you; even after his memory was wiped, he would automatically answer to you and no one else. 

Therefore, now, the Soldier was more unpredictable, needing the warmth of your body but also being fascinated by how you reacted to the point that he’d become obsessed. This was how you got to the situation you were currently in.

You’d been in a deep-sated sleep that was desperately needed, but because of that, you were incredibly disorientated. The bed felt softer than usual; the thump of your heart fluttered against your eardrums, covering up the sounds produced further down the bed.

Your entire body was floating like the bed had disappeared, and you’d somehow landed on a fluffy cloud. Everywhere was warm, comfortable and yet vulnerable; you felt exposed at first but soon realised that the bed sheet must have slipped from your body, exposing your nudity.

The more that time ticked on, the more your surroundings began to unblur. You realised that the warmth of your body was actually a burning in your muscles being held in a specific position by a heavy weight pushing on it.

Taking a slow, deep breath, filling your lungs with cool air, you soon came to the realisation that you were moaning deep from the back of your throat. Drowsy, dry moans that continued in a steady flow as you reacted to something even in the depths of sleep.

With a whole body shiver, you attempted to move, to understand why your core was pulsing with pleasure; however, when you tried to stretch your legs, thick leather gloved-covered hands held your thighs back so that your knees were grazing your chest.

“Wha-What’s going on?” you asked, but your throat was so dry and sleep still evident so that your voice was croaky and deeper than usual. Your only answer came in a long hard lick of a tongue from your hole to your clit.

Your back arched with an automatic response, hands moving down to deel whoever was there and was greeted with a clammy forehead and hair that felt long, unwashed and draped over your mound.

A powerful suck to your throbbing bundle of nerves forced your eyes to bolt open; back still arched, but now, you were pushing up on your elbows to half sit up and look at the man you already knew who was there, eating you out like a man wholly starved, like it was his first meal in days. You supposed he probably was hungry, besides from the fact that he’d been travelling for hours, as his high metabolism meant he usually was hungrier quicker than others.

The Winter Soldier was lying on the bed, stomach down against the mattress, his tactical gear still on and only his mask was missing. He was still coated in grim dirt from the mission, even on the gloves that held your thighs in place, but he didn’t care, and neither did you as he helped himself to your pussy. For a moment, you contemplated his night; he must have travelled non-stop to get here and then dropped to his knees and started licking your cunt, probably too hyper-fixated on your nakedness even to bother to wake you.

The moans in the back of your throat increased in volume, the tips of your fingers moving further into his hair to hold him in that position right as his tongue curled deep inside your hole just as you liked it.

The Asset's eyes were closed. However, they always were when he pleasured you, as if he was so in the zone, only wanting to listen to your sweet melodies of moans and taste your unique sweet taste like it was the best and only thing that mattered to him.

“Soldier”, you gasped with a rush of air escaping your mouth as you collapsed back onto the mattress, feet tilting and resting onto his shoulders to help keep him in that same position.

The grip on your thighs tightened almost to the point of leaving bruises as he responded to his title, and your walls were beginning to clamp down with more urgency to suck his tongue deeper. Just a little more, a particular flick of his tongue, and you were orgasming, squishing his face by grinding your hips and holding his hair firmly in place as your cunt contracted against his tongue.

The Winter Soldier didn’t stop fucking you with his tongue until your muscles loosened and fingers relaxed, and then dropped back onto the mattress as you stared up at the ceiling in the after-orgasmic bliss.

One minute, you’re grinning like an idiot, blowing out a long, steady breath, and the next, you’re face down on the bed as the Asset twisted your hips, turning you over and rising on the bed himself.

This was usually how it happened, so you had anticipated it, especially to be moved into this position. It was his favourite position to do it from behind, whether it was bending over a desk, countertop, bed or on your knees like you were now, face down and ass up. The conclusion you’d come to that he preferred it this was it wasn’t as personal as face to face, which had happened once, and he’d gone into a complete meltdown to the point that he had needed to be frozen again and Pierce had been beyond fuming after he’d found out what had happened. It was most likely because he’d seen the euphoria on your face during sex and bought back some human emotion for him that the Soldier couldn’t understand.

So now, the fucking was exclusively from behind, but you didn’t mind, especially as it was wild, as he always fucked you so deep from this angle. The Asset only unzipped himself, not bothering to undress any further, finding it unnecessary even to remove his shoes as he wiped his cock up and down your folds to later his tip in your juices.

This was your only warning before he began to fuck you. One sharp thrust in, 5 seconds to adjust and then it was a free-for-all. 

Hard, deep, fast thrusts. Your bed bounced against the wall, smacking noises of both the impact of the bed and your hips being slapped against his as he held tightly onto the flesh, using the momentum to push and pull your body against his.

The Winter Solider’s balls smacked your tender clit, swollen from his mouth. Your fingers fisted into the pillow beneath your face, teeth also having to bite the material so that your poor neighbours didn’t complain about the screaming at whatever late hour that it was.

He was rough, but the Asset needed to be. He needed to feel hard sparking touches as anything else would have been too overstimulating in the sense that he wasn’t used to soft touches, only from you, but when he was in control, he craved it to be like this. The mushroomed tip of his thick cock was fucking repeatedly into your cervix, almost making you see stars with how good and intense it felt. Your juices were making squelching noises with each thrust of his member, and it was so loud and obscene that it covered the sound of your muffled moans.

Not a single noise came from the Asset; he was always silent for the most of it. Only his heavy breathing could be heard, but at least this time, he wasn’t wearing his mask like usual.

However, he decided to mix it up slightly, doing something he hadn’t attempted before as his grip on your hip released so he could take hold of your shoulder, pulling on it until you were entirely on your knees, naked back flush against his tactical gear-clothed chest. The arm on your shoulder then scooped around your front, resting between your breasts and fingers around your neck to ensure you didn’t fall forward. You knew the metal arm was holding you up due to the firm feeling beneath the leather clothes.

His parted lips hovered next to your ear like he would whisper something to you, but no noises or words came. The rolling of his hips slowed, but the thrusts were still just as deep and methodical, the buckles of his belt digging into your bare flesh until you were clawing at his wrist to all of the stimulation.

It felt so good, so god damn good that you were already clinging to him and wanting to scream that you were about to orgasm again. Still, he already knew from how your pussy clutched to him like a lifeline, attempting to milk his cock with his hard it was squeezing his length in flutters. The Soldier continued, not phased or slowing as you shivered and then came, warm wet juices soaking down your thighs as your cunt pulsed around his cock.

Nothing could ever prepare you for his libido, though. He could stay hard for hours due to his super serum, and with how needy and lonely you were, you’d fucked him enough time to get used to the long sessions, knowing by the end, you’d be overstimulated and thoroughly satisfied.

Two more orgasms later, you were a trembling mess, having moved to lie on your side as he spooned close behind, hair drenched from how warm he was, still completely dressed. You were curled around your pillow, pussy sensitive and flooded from all of your orgasms, and he finally made a noise, releasing a deep groan as his seed spilt into your pussy, coating your walls and then leaking out and dripping onto the bed.

You were already half asleep again as he pulled out, standing to clean himself. With half-lidded, heavy eyes, you forced yourself to turn onto your back to follow his movements. It was sometimes hard to remember what your job role was, that it wasn’t some kind of a fling or one-night stand, so with great difficulty, you asked, “Mission report?”

#winter soldier #bucky barnes #bucky #winter soldier x reader #winter solder smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #marvel smut #marvel #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #mine*

[thestarkinternship]

Under the Table

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Smut)

Summary: During a team meeting, you decide to have a little out of sight fun with Bucky. The kind that leaves both his mind and body the kind of mess that only you can clear up.

Word Count: 1.5k (no mention of Y/N)

Warnings: profanity, dirty thoughts, exhibitionism (other people unaware in the room), handjob (kinda?), mentions of sex and oral (male receiving). 18+, MINORS DNI

-

Bucky tried to focus. Really, he did. But with the feeling of your hand delicately trailing up and down his thigh underneath the table, his attention was starting to slip.

The sensation was so light at first that Bucky had almost dismissed it entirely. A quick glance at your face showed nothing unusual, and so he tried to refocus on the meeting and the details about the upcoming mission. Tony and the others carried on, none the wiser to Bucky’s confusion at the far end of the table.

But then there it was again. Slightly more pressure, and an inch further up his jeans. No, there was definitely something going on. He looked over at you again, tilting his head in curiosity. Studying you for a moment, Bucky couldn’t help but wonder. You were unusually still, your brows knitted together in keen focus. That wasn’t like you at all. Any other time, you’d be tapping a pen, bouncing your knee, drumming your fingertips on the wooden table. The constant need to fidget or shuffle around in your seat – no matter how much he loved you – drove him crazy. So what was going on? He couldn’t quite work it out.

The longer he looked at you, the more Bucky noticed the mischievous gleam in your eyes. It was the kind that you reserved for when you were alone together. But yet here you were, sat next to him in a meeting with some mysterious scheme running through your mind.

And then the next touch came. This time, a gentle squeeze on his crotch that was unmistakeable. That’s when Bucky realised that your hands were hidden, tucked out of sight.

He swallowed nervously. Oh God. It was you.

You noticed the change in his demeanour from confusion to surprise, as a small smirk played on your lips. You were brave, he had to give you that. He had to hold himself back from laughing at the idea of it all. Bucky was in disbelief at the audacity you had, but he was definitely not in a position to stop you. Keeping your eyes on Tony at the front of the room, you let your hand wander his lower body.  

His cheeks warmed as he felt himself begin to react beneath your touch. Cock stiffening more and more, he strained against the tight fabric of his boxers. Bucky squirmed, adjusting himself in his seat. The tiny movement pushed your hand further up, lingering right on his clothed shaft. Even beneath the thick denim of his jeans, the effect you had on him was becoming a growing problem. One that he couldn’t do a damn thing about. The smirk on your face grew, a fact that didn’t go amiss to Bucky. You were enjoying the control that you had in this situation. His jaw clenched tight at the realisation.

Any other time, you’d be underneath him, whining and whimpering whilst he loomed over you. His dog tags would be dangling in front of your face as he took his sweet time. He’d slip them between your lips, forcing you to be quiet as he teased your aching cunt for as long as he could stand before finally ravishing your body in the way that it deserved.

But now, Bucky was powerless. You knew his body like it was your own by now, and you didn’t need to look to know the way his cock would sit in his jeans. It didn’t take you long to find it, and as you did so your touch increased. You cupped your palm, cradling and squeezing as much of him as you possibly could. He sucked in a sharp breath. The chair legs squeaked whilst Bucky’s hips rutted, pushing his cock further  into your touch. You swiped over the spot where you knew his tip would be, and he mentally cursed at the drop of pre-cum that leaked out. The wet bead dampened his boxers as you spread it around with another gentle rub.

It was taking all of his restraint not to visibly react to what was going on. With darkening eyes, Bucky shot you a warning glare. If you carried on like this, he’d have no choice but to drag you out of your seat and bend you over the table so he could fuck you right here in front of everyone for daring to play with him. The image of him pinning your hands behind your back whilst he kept you in place to keep you from protesting flashed through his mind. These dirty thoughts sent Bucky into a hot spiral.

You slid your hand up and down his lap, squeezing in just the right places. His cock throbbed with a life of its own, yearning for more. Fuck. You weren’t even touching him and yet here he was, silently pleading with you to make him come.

Bucky rutted up into your hand, the head of his cock slipping through your grasp as you maintained steady contact. He wanted nothing more than to feel your soft hand wrapped around him, working up and down in careful strokes. To admire the sight of your pretty red lips parting before taking him deep in your throat. He’d hold your hair back, giving your wet tongue uninterrupted access to him in his most vulnerable state.

The current topic of the meeting was long forgotten as his thoughts revolved around you and only you. His heartbeat sped up, and Bucky could hear it ringing in his ears as the blood rushed from his head to his stiff length. He didn’t know it was possible to be this hard. Just from this small amount of teasing, it was nearly shameful how rock solid he was. Thin veins protruded up and down his swollen cock, rubbing against the cotton of his boxers. You were pushing his body to its limits in the best way.

Running your fingers up and down, his come swelled below the bulging tip. Bucky was so close. One more gentle squeeze of your hand was all that it would take to tip him over that edge you had brought him to.

He looked over at you, eyes glazed over, bottom lip trembling. The tension in his jaw eased as you urged him on to the release that he so desperately needed.

Please. Please let me come, doll.

You understood that pleading look in his eye right away. A subtle nod of your head was all the permission that Bucky needed. His teeth dug into his bottom lip to stifle a moan as he let go. You felt his thighs tense under the table. His hand flew to yours, the tight grip preventing you from overstimulating him in the moment. Bucky held your hand there still, and you felt the warmth of his come as it soaked through the layers of his clothing. And there was just so much of it. Streams of hot, sticky fluid coated his throbbing cock as he came down from the intimate high. For a moment, his eyelids fluttered shut as he revelled in the bliss of his emptied balls.

Finally, he released your hand and you pulled away. Whilst his boxers had caught most of the mess, a few stray beads had seeped through the material and onto your thumb. It shone under the harsh lighting, and Bucky’s eyes fell upon it at the same time that yours did. You looked up at him and without missing a beat, brought your thumb to your lips and sucked it off. The gesture happened too quickly for anyone else to notice, but it was all Bucky could focus on. How your cheeks hollowed out as you cleaned off his come. How wet your lips were as you licked over them. He chuckled softly at the whole ordeal. You were amazing.

His flushed cheeks returned to their normal colour as he relaxed. Letting out a slow breath, his shoulders fell back down, and his quick heart rate steadied. Sitting there in the mess you created, he couldn’t wait for to get you out of this room.

Not soon enough for Bucky’s liking, the meeting came to an end. Everyone began to gather up their things and clear out, but Bucky stayed there. Leaning back in his seat, he watched you talk mindlessly to Natasha like you hadn’t just gotten him off under the entire team’s nose. You said goodbye to Natasha as she left the two of you alone.

“So, what are we doing for the rest of today?” You asked casually, absentmindedly getting ready to leave yourself.

After a quiet moment, Bucky stood up. His hands slid over your hips and pulled you back into him. You gasped a little as he spun you around, keeping one arm tight around you. Lifting his other hand, he cupped your cheek, tearing your focus away from your bag on the table. Tension built in the quiet room at the small gesture. A cool metal finger traced over your bottom lip, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Well, you’re coming with me, and you’re going to clean up the mess you made.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #marvel #the winter soldier #the winter solder fic

[zombiiegrr]

Brooklyn Baby. (๑>◡<๑)

a dbf! bucky x afab! reader.

word count : 3130

honestly everything is the same but Bucky is like healed happy and he more like amazing soldier then winter solder lol and jazz thanos didn’t happen causes it’s not marvel it’s more like real army idk with Tony still bring a billionaire + vision being ‘normal’ like wandavison and wanda acting like that aswell :)

cw: y/n is down so bad, cocky!bucky, slightly toxic! bucky not at first, age gaps (y/n is 21 while bucky is 38), cursing, smut. jealously, secret relationship. mentions of skin tone doesn’t exist here. daddy issues, slight mommy issues idk characters pick up the reader theyre all STRONG ass men so dont think the reader is supposed to be petite or anything!! ALSO there’s mention of recent readers 21 birthday ok I’m a june 3 gemini so… idk… ur birthday but it’s technically going to be hot in the fanfic so summer but I won’t say birthdates

Your mother had you at 17 leading to your father going into the military at 18 leaving you and your mother, fighting for his country meeting friends turning into family including bucky

i've always thought when someone watches someone growup then bangs them is kinda sooooo odd.. so bucky was never really around the reader when she was a kid he was on duty and when he was around the reader was way to nervous to even be downstairs when he was there so its not like that!!!!!!

music i listened to while writing. some song fit ill tell u to play them

new chapter

this is a series! comment to be added to the tag list

@aemondmylove @arilevinsonhavemybabies @masturbucky @alwayshungryforramen @yvonneeeee

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Now landing in New York! enjoy your holiday or welcome home!” The flight attendant says waking you up. You stood gain the feeling back in your legs, got your suitcase from above you wait for the people in front of you to get their items.

Your phone finally gained service flooding in texts from your roommate asking if you got on the flight safe. a bit from your mother telling you to make your dad get you things and more family telling you to have fun and say hi to your father for them. after reading most you finally got to your father's texts telling you his friends were coming to the airport to get you and to be “nice to them”

Just great. You loved your dads' friends the only thing was you had a crush on about every one of them realizing how attractive they are when you hit puberty making you shy around them leading to them thinking you dislike them. It had been 8 years since you left to California to live with your mother for school/the social life (Californian here!) Visiting during summers, Christmas, Thanksgivings and or your father's birthday. After 18 you choose spending summers and most holidays with your father and mother sometimes coming with.

Your fathers' main friends. Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, San Wilson, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, James Rhodes. James “Bucky” Barnes, & Scott Lang. Your father had a lot of friends from all over and They were all handsome, but Bucky was breathtaking. You hadn’t seen him in 8 years well you seen him but hadn't even had a full convo you would avoid him like the plague being so embarrassed of the things you talked about with your friends when they pointed him out in family vacation photos.

You finally fully got off the plane moving quicky not wanting to be late and make them wait outside as you arrive outside blinded by the brightness of the sun as you wait for your eyes to adjust. As you finally get the hang of the brightness you hear some walking fast behind you “NO WAY SAME AIRPORT!?” Scott says as he walks over holding cassies hand as she waves aggressively with her other hand you smile wide knowing Scott lived above you in California , San Francisco. So it made sense landing in the same airport.

A car horn makes you all look over quickly seeing an Chrysler 300 with a metal arm out the window meeting the glasses of a guy smirking at you and before you could react someone busts open the back door making your face light up realizing who it was.

“DOUNTTTTT!!!!!” Clint screamed getting looks from other people there as you ran to him aswell

“HAWKEYE!!!” Clint had earned the name hawkeye when he had been the only one approved to use a bow and arrow with guns on the field and according to your dad he moved and had the eyes of a hawk giving him the nickname “Hawkeye” which you loved as a child still using now when he called to check on you helping you during fails and letting you stay with his family during fights with your mom.

"Geez you look all different kid had to make sure it was you." Clint says as he hugged you tightly giving you a kiss on the forehead while taking your suitcase in the other arm.

"Is that really you superstar you got taller or is something else different?" A kind smile meets your eyes as Sam reaches over the driver's seat "Well, I'm 21 now! last time you seen me I was like what 17?" Clint nods his head as he puts your suitcase in the back of the car.

“WHATS UP TINY” Sam says as he gets out the car to run and hug Cassie earning a giggle from Cassie as he lifts her up “oh you brought your father” sam jokes as he puts her down “Yeah ok Sam it’s great to see you to” Scott laughs as he hugs him and Clint

"Hello ladybug" Bucky says removing his glasses. he called you ladybug when he came home from duty to you welcoming him home with your dad in a ladybug outfit and when you dyed your hair red and black and always wore black and white. You liked ladybugs and liked that the few times you spoken; he had called you one.

"James-" he laughed slightly at your formality reminding you that bucky was fine making your stomach fluttery at the eye contact "Almost drove past you bug. You look beautiful you father talks about you like you're still a kid hiding from us on the stairs. But then I seen Scott your a lifesaver Scott " Bucky eyes you making you feel small under his gaze.

"Woah lay off the charm handsome" Scott laughs out loud not causing Bucky to break eye contact just smirk a bit more.

You get in the car begging bucky to drive you home fast He laughs and jokes about how insane Californians are with driving. OfCourse the two in the car start agreeing and shit talking Californians. You laugh seeing as you were literally in NEW YORK and so were they. and in an argument between the worst driving between New York and Cali? New York takes the cake or at least in your opinion.

you see scott putting his stuff in the back and you asking if Scott and Cassie were getting a ride then you got confirmation that Scott was invited by your father and you would be going to the same place!

the car ride was a bit quiet besides humming from you or clint. Many questions from Cassie before she passed out knocked out after 5 minutes. Bucky did ask about school, housing, and asked how your mom was doing. You answered all happily just happy to talk to anyone other then your roommate or your mom. Sam starts to ask the ‘good’ questions asking if you had had a drink yet since you had (recently) turned 21 extremely quietly looking over at Cassie You answered half ass knowing you truthfully had only had a few cocktails and maybe a beer while at a party only enough to get tipsy nothing getting you drunk.

You Start to pull up to the house watching your father standing outside with Tony talking about something noticing us pulling in.

“OH YOUR HOME” you father says LOUDLY gaining a very blank stare from Tony covering his ear rolling his eyes. He parks and you run out to hug your father being too broke to see him but not wanting to ask others to pay for a ticket you hugged him for a while before tony ask how long it’s been since you had seen each other.

“6 Months. Longest time since I was on duty.” You father answers gaining a frown from you. “College payment. I went broke and tried working overtime but my car-“your father cut you off with another hug reminding you that you’re here now daddy issue go crazy.

It had taken a while to repair the relationship with your father dealing with the damage of what he did and how his cheating broke up your family and how he ‘parented you’ due to his own issues and ‘shell shock’ from the years at service you could recognize he was trying so hard to change and heal.

“not to ruin the moment but I have a surprise or well we have a surprise let’s go inside” you dad says as you watch Clint grab your bag so you start walking in with your dad.

Steve, and Rhodes were talking in the kitchen looking over and noticing you. “Hell kid you sure grew up” Steve walks over giving you a big hug seen as those are common today sorry if you hate hugs Rhodes behind also giving you a hug.

“Ok give me the floor please lady’s and gentlemen. I and Darren have decided to force all of you to go on a family trip with us and before any of you say shit like ‘work’ or ‘kids’ or whatever I will slap you i cleared everything for you guys cause I’m me. But yeah kids are coming with causes it a damn huge lake house” Tony says as he pulls his laptop out to pull up the lake house Information.

“We and I mean WE ALL will be staying at Twin Oaks At The Chapin Estate for the summer because I own that place and it sits there collecting dust. HEY, Clint your kids they will have a room with bunk beds and Scott you okay with Cassie bunking them and Morgan?” Scott said it was perfectly fine with him if It was okay with Cassie who was nodding. Tony continued “it’s me and pepper of course Darren already claimed his room Nat and banner are gonna visit but not stay, Vision, Wanda, their kids and Thor will be staying in a place that they decided to rent like a seven-minute walk away from away from us so that’s cool. So that’s three more rooms any takers?

Everyone was kind of collecting information. You were overjoyed about going out to the lake and the family restaurants in that area. Sam said that he was fine with a couch and really didn’t need a room which a few people without rooms started to agree with.

As everyone started talking about rooms and stays and everything else your mind starts to wander to Bucky and the thought you and him staying in the same place overnight although you did feel a bit silly getting so excited over that. You didn’t even realize he was sitting right in front of you at the table smiling at you making you feel warm you stupidly thought if he could hear your thoughts. You thought about asking your dad to put you both in the same room cringing at the look your father would give you.

“hey ladybug” bucky whispers making you look at him making eye contact for the first time in a bit. “Hm?” You ask trying not to express any nervousness especially not around everyone else and especially not in front of him. “excited? I haven’t been on a trip in forever even if we’re staying in New York that place is expensive knowing Tony” you agreed saying you were excited just nervous about getting bored or homesick he laughed a bit and reminded you he won’t let you get bored locking eye contact feeling his knee slightly hit yours before he his smirk slightly grew.

“Okay final decision. Me and pepper, Clint and Laura, The kids, Darren, y/n, Rhodes, and Steve. And for some reason the rest of you prefer the couches? I dont know but I don’t care it’s figured out. Also shit I told the kids I’m sponsoring that he can bring his friends out to the lake and the pool and the gym and all that they aren’t staying but heads up.”

“Parker?” Darren asks. Tony nodded his head as he closed his computer. Everyone looked happy and it make you happy. Bucky would be using a couch which seemed like something he would do but being honest he’ll probably share a room with Steve falling asleep on the couch in Steve’s room of choice. You were fine with him sneaking in your room though

When the thought came to your head your looked at him right away giggling and squeezing your legs together like a teenager everyone looked at your confused and you father asked what was so funny backed up by bucky wondering as-well you laughed again apologizing and changing the subject saying you would be going shopping to pack for the trip backed up by Scott asking if you would be so kind to pick up a bathing suit for Cassie which you agreed

“Do you even remember where everything is?” Bucky teased. Why was he being so flirty? Were you being delusional?? Were you misinterpreting everything? Was he flirting or just hot and talking .

“yeah. Wanna go with just incase I forgot?” Smoothhhh you thought to yourself begging that no one else will invite themselves attempting to keep his invitation quiet.

“Don’t mind if I do. I have the ugliest swim trunks so I have to get new ones hun” he replied getting up saying he would get his keys

Everyone else said it would be smart to go Home and pack or something all deciding to meet up here again the next morning at 7am to start the drive over seeing as it would take a few hours did my research frfr

about 30 minutes later! (>ω^)

“sooo adult Life? How do you like it? I asked this before but in a car full of people and a kid so is it the same answer?” Bucky asked as walked around the clothing store you laughed knowing you did change your answer cause of the people in the car

“It’s shit. My mom forgets I’m a adult and cussed me out because i went to “way to many parties in one week” and posted “things” when I knew people from church view my story so she took my car which caused me to spend everything on a new one which is why I couldn’t pay to come out here” you could feel the words pouring out of you and Bucky was an amazing listener he followed every word you spoke feeling and reading you emotions and you could tell that made your heart pound.

“Man im sorry kid. Why didn’t you reach out? Dumb question I know it can be hard but your ‘uncle’ is a billionaire he would have happily got you a ticket to visit and your dad missed you like crazy he would have definitely helped.”

you frowned again. “oh no ladybug I didn’t mean like you did something wrong I’m just saying we’re here for you. We care and if you ever need to come out here for anything we will happily help. excuse me I’m not the best with words”

“you’re great. thank you bucky.” you said as you hugged his arm he pulled you away a bit which made you confused but then he gave you a full hug in the middle of the store which made you laugh in embarrassment, but you wouldn’t let him go. He smelt so good and covered so much of you he held on to you so tightly and easy it make you shake.

“Woah you're shaking to hard of a hug. Sorry kid” you held on before he could let go and reassured him that you were fine and just a bit touch starved, he let out an attractive laugh whispering take all the time you need. You could feel the change in your panties as you grew wetter in his hold as he whispered asking If you were alright. Making you hold him tighting nodding you head.

You finally let go shaking embarrassed that you were this into a hug for crying out loud. You locked eye contact he was smirkingly as usual looking down at your basket asking if you got everything you needed you nodded asking if he did Aswell seeing as he had nothing.

“Oh no sweetheart I just wanted a excuse to come with” you genuinely felt like you had a flood in your panties you felt so shameless for getting so wet over that over everything he did or said you nodded and smiled at him walking away before you did something stupid.

While in line Bucky was clearly eyeing your basket. The underwear the bikini THE everything or maybe he was just looking over? Unless he asked “isn't that a bit small?” pointing at the bikini “your daddy isn't gonna like that”

“I don’t care what daddy thinks or says I want the bikini”

for once Bucky looked surprised or well for a few seconds before he had a different look on his face he looked so good like he liked whatever I said I didn’t want to jump to conclusions but you’re sure it had something with saying daddy.

“Move in line y/n” once again whispering in your ear you did once again feeling that pulse in your panties. If he whispered in your ear one more time you were gonna-

“You total is $226.88 cash credit? Debit? Or Apple Pay” The cashier snapped you out of it with that total as you were so confused how you got that much stuff for a 1-and-a-half-month trip. Before you could think Bucky puts his Card in being way to buff for you to cross over and cancel you just stood there saying nonooooooooo i GOT it when you definitely didn’t have it but Bucky did. Tony slipped him a card

He grabbed your bags grabbing your hand aswell leading you out saying let’s go.

“Bucky that was a lot of money.” He ignores you as you both get back into the car as you keep repeating that he didn’t need to and that you needed to look at everything to see if it was even worth it and he still wasnt repling until he did.

“Y/n i GOT it. Please kid don’t worry about me we’re gonna have so much fun and spend a lot of time together if thats alright with you and if you would stop stressing about some money right now we could start having fun right sweetheart? Thank you.” He said calmly just sternly making me sit back into lt seat

“Atta girl thank you” you almost whimpered outloud he was very leading and it made you weak he probably knew so much things you don’t you want him to teach you

“hellllllllo you’re Home ladybug” you look around seeing that youre in your driveway and start to freak out nervous to ask for his number. “Thank you so much. Is there anyway we could talk? Instagram? Number? Email? Sorry that’s silly.“ you were mixing all of your words up again. he nodded and took his phone out handing his phone to you as you put you phone number in you felt his eyes on you.

“Thank you i was going to ask someone for you number but easy if you did First” you GOT nervous at THE idea that he fought of you.

“good night Bucky don’t forget tomorrow” You said as you got your bags and got out the card.

“Oh i wouldn’t miss it for the world ladybug” he said as he watching you making sure you got into the house safely

until next time sweetheart.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

I hope you guys liked this!!! took so long im so sorry plz plz let me know how you guy liked it also Lmk for tag list this is a series.

#bucky imagine #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #james buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n #dbf!bucky x reader #dbf!bucky #dbf!steve x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky fic #winter soldier #sam wilsom #marvel x you #marvel x plus size reader #marvel x female reader #marvel x reader #marvel #dbf! #fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #winter solider smut #winter solider edit #bucky fanfic #steve rodgers imagine #steve rodgers x reader #tony stank #Spotify

[6rookie-writer0110]

Could you write a Kara Danvers x Winter Solder male reader x Lena Luthor x Sam Arias smut?

I could write that

#requested

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Tell Me Honestly

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/586MJzd

by Steve-sweetheart-Bucky-s-doll (Otome_and_fanfiction)

After dating their best girl for a while, Steve and she have already gone to the next step, Bucky however still holds back. One night after being cornered, he shows her why.

Words: 2484, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of FTFTM? What If AU

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Reader

Additional Tags: Bucky still has his Winter Solder arm, Polyamory, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Established Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Bucky is vulnerable, Smut, What if?, Very minor anal play

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/586MJzd

#ao3feed #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #stucky #steve/bucky #stevexbucky #fanfic

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Three shots - part 3

It wouldn’t be long before Steve and Bucky walk through my bedroom door IF, they were serious about… whatever, this was. A little bit of harmless flirting? Nah, we’d done that religiously over the past God knows how many months like Steve had said, well, I had. I mean, there’d been shared looks back and forth between me and Bucky or me and Steve. Any chance I got to lay a hand on either of them I would. Whether it be a slight touch on their bicep to let them know I was behind them, squeezing past or a cheeky pinch of a bum cheek. Thinking about it; as the months mounted up both men had gotten a little more freely with touches of their own. Bucky was the one to touch my thigh or gently place a hand on my backside as he came to look at a file or when I was teaching him to use his phone. Steve was the one to place his hands on my waist or the small of my back as he passed behind me. I’d lost count of how many times I’d caught one of them staring and biting their lip as I bent over, usually to pick a weight or something up in the gym. Not saying I haven’t, I have, a few hundred times. Seeing them topless and sweaty is something a girl has to save for the wank bank, and oh boy have I!

The door banged shut sharply causing me to jump. “See Steve, I told you she was a naughty girl.” Bucky’s rough, lust filled voice sent shivers down my spine.

“C’mon Buck, she’s a good girl, aren’t ya’ doll?” Steve whispered behind me. I nodded biting my lip, turning round slowly to face them. The sight of the pair standing there, wanting me made me wetter than I think I’d even been from just a look. Steve stepped closer to me, his eyes growing darker with every step. I’m not sure why but I found myself stepping back from him even though I want nothing more than to grab a hold of him and ravish him. “Doll… if you don’t want this… then, just say the word… We’ll walk out that door and forget… all, about this.” he took a step closer to me as he spoke until I was backed up against my desk.

I shook my head as I sucked on my bottom lip. God I wanted it. I needed it, more than anything in the world. “Please-” I whimpered pathetically. “Kiss me!”

Steve didn’t need anything else to grabbed me by waist causing me to squeak as he pulled me firmly against his chest, crashing his mouth onto mine. I closed my eyes as my arms snaked their way around his neck, moaning against his mouth from the pure pleasure. Holy hell was he good. My fingers threaded into his hair as I moaned against him. Steve didn’t waste time sliding his tongue between my lips, deepening our kiss. I felt him bend slightly, his hands sliding down towards my thighs where he grabbed firmly. He lifted me off my feet and sat me onto the desk, pulling my legs apart so he could take position in between them.

As Steve’s hands made their way back up to my waist I felt a third tug the zip at the back of my dress down before pulling the straps down my arms. Steve took his mouth away as he stepped back,  causing me to whimper once again at the lose of his mouth. A deep chuckle left his mouth as he let his hands brush down my legs, effortlessly pulling my heels off my feet, throwing them across the room as he switched places with Bucky. The look Bucky wore was dark and broody, it sent chill straight to my throbbing clit.

“Please.” once again I found myself almost begging for them.

Before Bucky kissed me, let alone spoke to me he pulled my dress the rest of the way off me without letting either of his hands touch me. I sat in front of the two men in just my black, lace bra and panties. Watching them take me in suddenly made me very aware of how ugly I must look compared to two super soldiers. I dropped my head unable to look at them, feeling more self-conscious about myself the quieter they stayed.

“Вы не должны скрыться, красивый.” (You don’t need to hide, beautiful) Bucky whispered in Russian as he placed his hand under my chin lifting my head to look at him. “Не от нас.” (Not from us) he leaned forwards closing the gap between us, finally kissing me. My eyes fluttered shut as our lips melted together. I moaned lifting my hands until they were holding onto Bucky’s shirt tightly, almost as though I’d lose him if I did.

He was slower than Steve, taking his time with his lips before even trailing his tongue over my bottom lip. As he slipped his tongue into my mouth his hands ran down my body agonisingly slow. His rough fingertips tickling my bare skin. As they came to the waistline of my panties he hooked his index finger in, pulling it back and letting go so it snapped against my already tingling skin. I yelped against his mouth which seemed to encourage him to do more.

His hands curled around under my ass lifting. “Wrap your legs.” Bucky order as he stepped away from the desk.

“Yes sir!” I smirked as I began kissing his jawline until I got to below his ear. I licked the spot before I nibbled at it. My eyes locking with Steve as he watched us, his arms folded over his chest as a devilish smirk rested on his lips.

“Ffuck-” Bucky groaned almost coming to a halt as his breathing picked up. “Shit, doll.. You keep doing that and I’ll cum before I take any clothes off.” He chuckled breathlessly.

I giggled against his skin. “Then hurry up… old man!” I teased dangerously.

Bucky growled and threw me onto the bed. I could no longer see any blue of his eyes as it was taken over with the darkest shade of black possible. “Don’t be naughty, beautiful.” He challenged me, that shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Would I?” I pouted..

Both men stood at the door of the bed, grinning at me. “Yes!” They answered. I stared up at them from where I was on the bed, squeezing my thighs together trying to release some sort of pressure from between my legs.

“Look at her, Buck.” Steve smirked, folding his arms across his chest again.

Bucky shook his head and made his way round to the left side of the bed as Steve went to the opposite. “Isn’t she the most beautiful dame you’ve ever seen?” Bucky nodded.

Steve knelt down on the bed, his eyes not leaving mine as he leaned down and placed his mouth on mine. As we started kissing I could hear the faint sound of a belt buckle rattling, causing me to look up at Bucky as he grinned down at me. Steve pulled away from me grunting. “Am I boring you, doll?”

My eyes snapped back to Steve immediately. “No, Captain.” I gulped. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as I watched Steve lick his bottom lip, his eyes burning into mine.

He slowly began grinning as he turned his attention towards Bucky. “You want to watch Bucky, don’t you?” He asked looking back at me. I nodded chewing on my lip. “How about, you watch him… in between your legs, doll?” I gasped, my mouth literally dropping open. It was so hot hearing Steve talk like this. “Whatcha say, Buck?”

“Think I’ll have the better view.” Bucky chuckled as he winked down at me before stripping almost completely naked, leaving him in a pair of tight black boxers. Outlining his length perfectly.

I moaned at the sight before me as Steve sat on the bed so he had his back against the headboard with his legs open and pulled me up so I was resting against his solid chest. He wrapped his arms around mine across my front tightly so I couldn’t move whilst Bucky crawled up the bed, spreading my legs wide.

His eyes widened as he set eyes on my clothed pussy. He licked his lips as he began smirking. “Fuck, Steve. She’s soaked already.” Bucky groaned leaning closer, his face directly in front of my clothed heat and pressed his face against the material. “Shit! She smells fucking delicious, too.” He grinned lifting his head slightly. “Can’t wait to taste you, doll.” And with that he ripped my panties from me and dived right in.

“Fuck!” If it wasn’t for Steve having a firm hold on me I’d have jumped off the bed. Bucky’s tongue felt amazing lapping at my soaked cunt. “Shitshitshit!” I chanted lifting my leg in the air. Bucky wrapped his hand around my ankle holding it still.

“That feel good, doll?” Steve whispered against my ear. I nodded moaning, my head dropping back onto his shoulder. “You like Bucky licking your pussy, don’t you?”

“Fuck- yes!” I moaned louder as Bucky sucked on my clit hard.

Steve softly pressed his lips to my neck as Bucky began flicking his tongue over my clit. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip hard as I felt my stomach knot. I was getting close. “You. Taste. Fucking. Amazing…” Bucky licked in between each word. His fingertips buried into the flesh of my thighs holding them apart as he bopped his head, grunting like an animal.

“Yes, Bu- k-shit!” Steve suddenly sank his teeth into my neck sucking on the spot at the same time as Bucky pushed two fingers inside me, causing me to moan out loudly. “FUCK!” A few more laps of his tongue and Bucky pushed me over the edge of my first orgasm. “Oh god!” I gasped for air as my orgasm ran through my body.

“Fuck doll, that was hot.” Bucky sat back on his knees as he rubbed his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. He grinned down at me making my heart beat faster. “I’m soaked.” he chuckled lightly. “Steve, you gotta taste her.”

Expecting Steve to once again swap positions with Bucky I was beyond surprised when Steve reached out with his right hand, wrapping it around Bucky’s neck pulling him forwards. The two super soldiers leaned over me as they locked lips in a passionate kiss, tongues and everything. “Fuck-” I gasped.

When the pair pulled back Bucky bit Steve’s bottom lip with a smirk. “Shit!” Steve moaned. He dropped his face to my neck and began kissing it again. “You taste delicious doll.”

“Please-” I moaned closing my eyes. “Please. I need you.”

Steve began to strip out of his clothes whilst Bucky and I made out. I laid underneath him, hungrily kissing him. I felt the bed dip to my left closely followed by another pair of hands joining Bucky’s. I gasped as I felt Steve place his lips on my shoulder and neck. Bucky quickly shoved his tongue into my mouth as Steve’s left hand found it’s way between my legs.

The cold, metal fingers of Bucky’s left hand glided across my back and made quick work of my bra clasps before he pulled it off with his right hand, growling as he pulled back. “Look at those tits, Steve!” Bucky growled.

“Fuck!” I don’t know what I gasped first at. Steve cursing or both men wrapping their lips and teeth around my nipples. “Fuck! Yes!” The mixture of Steve finger fucking my already sensitive pussy and both Bucky and Steve sucking my tits was an amazing feeling that sent me into another mind blowing orgasm. “FUCK!”

“Fuck baby, I’m so hard.” Bucky growled as he sat back from me.

Steve pulled back from me, releasing my nipple with a pop. “Me too, Buck. Fuck, I need to be inside you doll.” he stood up pulling his boxers down revealing his glorious cock. Bucky quickly followed, revealing his just as delicious looking cock.

“Fuck me!” my mouth watered.

Steve placed his hands on his hips as he looked at me like he was in full Captain America mode. “Plan to.” Fuck. I got to my knees facing Steve and reached out to him, placing my hands on his broad shoulders pulling him towards me.

“Fuck that’s hot.” Bucky groaned behind me, now knelt on the bed along with me and Steve. He placed his hands on my waist pulling me back to him so his body was flush with mine. I whined as my mouth left Steve’s.

“Now doll, I need to ask you something.” he slowly began kissing down my jaw and neck. “There’s. Two. Of. Us. And, one of you.” Steve kissed my neck in between words.

I nodded biting my lip. “Yeah, I got that.” I laughed, immediately stopping when Steve gave me a stern look. “Sorry.” I lowered my gaze, landing on his firm chest. Dear God!

“One cock? Or two?” Steve whispered sending chills down my spine. Never thought I’d hear that sentence leave Steve’s mouth. It was deliciously filthy and only made me hungrier for his cock.

Bucky leaned over pressing his lips to my shoulder, kissing his way up my neck on the other side to Steve before saying. “You don’t have to worry abou-”

“TWO!” I yelped when Steve pinched my nipple. “Fuck! Two!” I nodded biting my lip. “Please.” I begged them.

Steve nodded and gently lifted me up so I was straddling him. I began rubbing my wet folds up and down his length, moaning at the feeling of his dick pressing against my clit. “Fuck doll.” Steve reached down and grabbed a hold of his length, stroking the tip of it against my wet slit before slowly pushing up into me. “Shit! So, tight, doll!”

“God YES!” my head fell back as I sank down Steve’s length until I was full. I squeeze my eyes shut with a hiss. The pain of his length hit me but it soon left as Steve rubbed soothing circles on over my skin.

Bucky had moved behind me, straddling Steve’s calves. His hands slowly ran up my thighs round to cup my ass cheeks, kneading them slowly as he helped Steve slowly lift me off his dick. “Shit doll, this ass-” he moaned, his breath fanning over my cheeks. I felt him press soft kisses to my lower back, trailing them down as I began to sliding back down Steve’s cock. “I just- I want-” he moaned as he pulled my cheeks apart and pushed his tongue against my puckered hole.

“Ohh, yes!” I panted heavily as I began to slide up and down Steve’s cock slowly.

Bucky began licking at my ass hole, moaning loudly as he did. “Fuck-” Bucky pulled away letting his cold metal index finger stroke my hole. “Can I, doll?” he leaned over to kiss my shoulder.

I nodded biting my lip. “Yes!”

A few short moments Bucky took his finger away only for it to be put back with a little more pressure this time. He played with my hole gently whilst I slid up and down Steve’s cock. It wouldn’t tale Bucky long to stretch me, I rather enjoyed anal only I’d never had a man that could pleasure me the way I liked. Bucky and Steve were both hitting each spot perfectly and more. I gasped as Bucky pushed his finger all the way in, sending a heatwave over my body.

“Yesyesyes!” I moaned as he pumped his finger in and out. “Bucky, please, fuck me! NOW!”

The sound of saliva being added to Bucky’s cock was all I heard before I felt the tip of his cock slowly enter my ass hole. All three of us began moaning loudly as the sensation of being filled fully took over. “OH FUCK!” Steve growled as he thrusted into me. “You okay, doll?”

I nodded moaning. “Yes, just move, please.” I pleaded.

Steve pulled out and Bucky pushed in. I’d never felt so full. Never had I experienced so much pleasure. Fuck it was good. Bucky and Steve kissed, nipped and sucked anywhere they could. I had Steve’s hands digging into my hips, definitely leaving bruises as he pushed and pulled me on his cock. Bucky grabbed and slapped my ass cheeks a he pounded into my ass. My nails dig into Steve’s forearms as I squeezed my eyes shut, my third orgasm hitting me like a storm.

“FUCKFUCKFUCK!” I screamed as Steve rubbed my clit furiously, at the same time Bucky had began pinching my nipple. My fourth orgasm coming out of nowhere. “Oh fuck, yes!”

“Shit doll, Buck, I’m- I” Steve grunted as he came hard inside me.

Bucky moaned dropping his hand from my nipple falling onto Steve chest as he leaned over my back. “Fuck, me too-” Bucky slammed into me one last time before spilling his cum inside my ass hole. All three of us collapsed on top of one another, trying to catch our breaths. Every inch of my body was on fire with pleasure. “Fuck!” Bucky groaned as he slowly pulled his cock out of me and fell on his back next to Steve and I.

“Shit!” Steve panted, gently lifting me off him and placed me between the two of them.

Steve and Bucky started to speak. “That. Was-”

“Fuck!” I finished breathlessly, grinning like an idiot at the satisfied feeling of being well and truly fucked.

#steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #steve x reader x bucky #Steve Rogers #steve rogers smut #steve x reader smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes smut #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #captain america #captainamerica #captain america smut #wintersoldier #winter soldier #winter solder smut #captain america x reader #winter soldier x reader smut #captain america x reader x winter soldier smut

[imagineaworld]

leather & jeans | b.b

pairing : biker!bucky barnes x reader

summary : you walk into a biker bar to repay a debt for your brother and get more than you bargained for

word count : 1.9k

warnings : 18+ ONLY, smut, swearing, oral (m recieving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, praise kink, thigh riding, pet names

You regret offering to help your brother the moment you stepped through the door to the bar.

Loud ruckus all around you sent your heart rate through the roof, and it took everything in you to keep a calm exterior as all eyes fell on you. A momentary silence before the rowdiness resumed.

Walking into the bar owned by the local biker gang was scary enough as it was, let alone being a woman, walking in by yourself, carrying a bag full of cash.

You looked around through the sea of faces, hoping to see someone who looked mildly friendly that you could approach to ask for the man you needed. There seemed no such person. Instead, you opted to head to the bar and ask the bartender for help.

Clutching the bag on your shoulder, you made your way to the bar. On your journey through the leather-clad bodies, you bumped into someone.

“Sorry,” you blurted out, afraid of the consequences.

You looked up at the man you had bumped into. He towered over you, ruggedly handsome with long brown hair and piercing blue eyes. A black leather jacket coated his muscled body. Your eyes fell upon his left hand, made of metal, glistening in the light of the bar.

“No problem, doll,” the man replied. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this, hm?”

His intense gaze intimidated you, not to mention his beautifully carved face. “I’m looking for Bucky,” you answered, slightly flustered.

“Well,” said the man. “You’re lookin’ at him. What can I do for ya?”

The man did fit the description that your brother had given you. The boss. A ruthless, violent leader. Despite this, you couldn't help but be attracted to him, the danger perhaps adding to your desire.

You'd heard from your brother about all the horrible things this man was capable of, the terrible things he'd done. Danny had told you what happened to people who didn't pay up on time.

“Danny sent me,” you explained. “I have the money.”

He didn't tell you why, but your brother owed money to the leader and was banned from the bar until it had been paid. He sent you in his place, with a shit ton of money you had no idea how he had come to possess. You didn't want to think about it.

How'd a pretty young thing like you know that low-life? Bucky thought. Better yet, what was Danny thinking, sending you to a place like this, full of men ready and willing to take advantage of you.

“Let’s see it.”

You slipped the bag off your shoulder, opened it up and displayed the contents to Bucky. He peered into the bag and assessed the stacks of cash inside.

"This all of it?" He asked, looking back up to you.

You shrugged. "As far as I know."

Your heart was still pounding and an uneasy feeling had settled into your stomach. Something didn't feel right. All around you, watchful eyes fell upon you and the leader. You tried to ignore them, tried not to make eye contact with anyone.

"Come with me."

Closing the bag and slinging it back over your shoulder, you obeyed. Bucky placed a large hand on the small of your back, leading you through the crowd. Men adorned in leather jackets stepped aside, giving respectful nods to Bucky as he passed them.

He led you to a private room that resembled something like an office, though much less professional. Still, a wooden desk and chair gave the impression this was Bucky's office.

"Empty it out onto the table, darlin'," he ordered, finally removing his hand from your lower back. "I need to count it."

With the way he spoke, it was clear he was used to giving orders and having them followed. You dreaded to think about what happened to people who didn't obey him.

You did as you were told, feeling even more unsettled now that you were alone with this man. You stepped away from the money scattered on the desk, putting as much space between yourself and the man.

You watched as Bucky began to count the stacks, organising them into piles as he went. You waited in silence, not daring to interrupt him.

"Well," he spoke after he'd sorted all the stacks into piles. "Looks like it's all here."

"So what now?" You asked. "Is Danny still in trouble?"

Bucky looked at you, his eyes running up and down your body. "How'd you know Danny, sweetheart?"

A shiver ran down your spine at the nickname that rolled off his tongue so easily. "He's my brother."

He started towards you, closing the space you had put between you and him. "Danny never said he had a sister, or that she was so beautiful." Your cheeks heated at the compliment, but dread pooled in your stomach. "What was he thinking, sending a sweet little thing like you into a sinful place like this."

"I offered," you began to explain.

"That was stupid."

He slowly stalked even closer to you, like a predator catching its prey. In a bid to keep a safe distance from him, you backed away. You took a step back for every step he took towards you until your back hit the wall.

Your heart rate sped up as you realised you had backed yourself against the wall. And with Bucky advancing on you,  there was no escape. Calling for help may only cause more problems.

"Don't worry, darlin'," he said darkly. "No need to be afraid. I just wanna teach your brother a lesson."

He had his body pressed up against yours, sandwiching you between him and the wall.

"Leave him alone," you breathed out. "Please."

He whispered in your ear. "Say it again." His breath was hot on your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Please," you whimpered again, ashamed at your arousal beginning to pool in your panties.

Bucky breathed in the sweet scent of your perfume, he could feel your heart thumping against his chest, hear your breath trembling. He couldn't help himself. You were so innocent, so untainted.

"What are you willing to do," he spoke gruffly into your ear, twirling his finger around a lock of your hair. "To make sure nothin' happens to your brother?"

"Anything."

He started slowly kissing behind your ear, trailing down to your neck as his beard scratched your soft skin. "Anything, hm?" He said gruffly. "Cos I've been dying to know what you'd look like with my cock buried in you since you walked through the door."

There was no denying any longer. "Bucky," you panted, desperate for his touch.

"Tell me you want it, baby," he urged, slipping a hand under your shirt. "I'll give it to you."

"Please," you pleaded. "I want it. I want you."

That was all Bucky needed to hear. He crashed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss, pulling off his jacket as he did so. You let out a small yelp at the urgency with which he kissed you, his facial hair rough against your face.

He slipped a thick thigh between your legs, causing a moan to escape your lips as his thigh brushed against your pussy through the fabric of your jeans. 

"You like that, hm?" He growled, kissing his way down your neck as goosebumps erupted on your skin.

You managed a breathless 'yes', but Bucky pulled hard on your hair. "Yes, daddy," he corrected.

"Yes, daddy," you repeated and he let go of your hair, satisfied with your submission.

His touch sent shockwaves through your body, and your pussy throbbed, desperate for release. You palmed him through his trousers and he let out a deep groan, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"On your knees," he ordered, removing his leg from between yours.

You obeyed, sliding down the wall to your knees as he unfastened his belt, discarding it on the floor and unzipping his trousers. He pulled out his sizeable cock, already rock hard from your touch.

"Open."

Again, you did as he told you to do, opening your mouth. He pushed his cock to the back of your throat, your eyes filling with tears as he triggered your gag reflex. Your mouth was warm and wet on his dick, and he savoured the feeling.

"Good job sweetheart," he praised. "Taking my cock so well."

Your head was pressed against the wall as he fucked your mouth, holding your hair back with his large hands. When the tears started streaming down your face, he knew you'd had enough.

"Be a good girl," he said, stepping away from you as you tried to catch your breath. "Bend over the desk for me."

You climbed to your feet and did as he asked. Bent over the desk, the used your forearms to prop yourself up slightly, so the hard, cold desk wasn't pressing into you.

"Look at this ass," he worshipped, grabbing a handful causing you to cry out. "All mine."

He yanked your jeans down, exposing your thong underneath. "Such lovely panties, you wear these just for me?"

"Yes, daddy," you mewled.

He pushed your panties aside and slipped a finger into your wet pussy. You moaned out as he curled his finger inside you.

"So wet for me, huh, baby?" He murmured, adding another finger as you clenched around him. "Such a pretty little pussy."

"Please, daddy," you whined. "I need your cock."

He chuckled darkly at your desperation. As he took his fingers out and pulled your thong down, you felt empty. He pressed the head of his cock to your sensitive clit and began lathering up your slick as he teased your entrance.

He pushed into you with a hard thrust and you cried out at the feeling of him stretching your walls. Your eyes rolled back as he started pounding into your pussy, almost feral.

"So fuckin' tight," he growled through gritted teeth as he hammered into you.

Your ecstatic moans could surely be heard by the long-forgotten men in the bar but you didn't care. Bucky, on the other hand, wanted them to hear you, wanted them to hear what he was doing to you. Show them you were his.

"Gonna fuck you so hard you can't walk," he groaned, continuing his assault. "This pussy is mine."

He was true to his word, fucking into you roughly, his large hands gripping your hips and leaving bruises to mark you as his. You were completely at his mercy, though he seemed to have none as he ignored your cries, a mixture of pain and pleasure, at the way he beat your cunt.

You had no idea how long he had been fucking you when he said, "Gonna cum inside that tight little pussy of yours."

His cock twitched inside of you before he stilled, filling you up with hot ropes of cum. He collapsed against you, sticky with sweat and panting for breath.

"You did so good for me," he murmured eventually, slowly pulling out of you and watching his cum drip down your thighs.

He helped get you cleaned up, gently wiping around our abused cunt before pulling your jeans and thong back up. Taking your flushed face in his hands, he placed a gentle kiss on your temple. 

"You know where I am if you need me again."

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #the winter soldier smut #the winter soldier #the winter solider x reader #bucky barnes x reader #the winter solider imagine #biker!bucky #bucky barnes au #the winter solder au #sebastian stan #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan smut

[x-ladyathena-x]

You're a Weapon

Part 1 —> Series Masterlist

Winter Soldier x Reader

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff, canon level violence, touch starved Winter Soldier & reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: As one of the most prestigious scientists in your field, you find yourself captured by Hydra and find that you aren't the only one at the mercy of their puppet strings. You and the Winter Soldier find shelter in each other and begin plotting your escape.

Tag list: @inlovewithhisblueeyes

Note: If anyone else would like to be added to the tag list, send me an inbox. I don't have a posting schedule for this series, but I’m planning to make several parts, depending on how well it does 🖤 also: this is not beta read, all mistakes are my own, so please be kind.

You blinked your eyes in the bright lights overhead. They filled your entire field of vision, and your head swam. Where were you? What happened?

As you tried to lift your hand to shield your eyes from the blinding light, you felt your hand pull against restraints tethering your wrists to the table where you lie. Fear shot through you as you realized you were tied down.

You panicked and pulled against the restraints, but to no avail. How did you get here?

You felt disoriented as you tried to remember.

You’d been on your way to a convention in Belarus. You’d been invited as the guest speaker and were slated to give a presentation. A prestigious honor.

As one of the top Biological Engineer’s in your field, you did this often, gave speeches and was invited to be a guest speaker at large science and engineering seminars.

You’d been in your rental car and run over something on the road. You had been so tired and jet lagged from your flight, you never even saw it, whatever it was. It blew out your tire.

When you got out of your vehicle, someone grabbed you from behind and placed a cloth over your mouth. The sweet smell of ether told you there was no fighting it. You knew nothing else… That is, until you woke up on this table.

————

“She’s waking up, sir.”

You heard the voice from a million miles away. Who was talking? It was difficult to see anything in the bright overhead lights and you still felt disoriented and not quite conscious yet.

Two figures in white lab coats walked just outside the corner of your vision. You squinted to see them but they were gone.

The bright overhead light turned off with a click and you blinked, trying to focus your vision. As your vision began to adjust, you realized the light had been coming from a large mount on the ceiling, like you’d see in a surgical theater.

Your stomach dropped, that meant that you were on the surgical table. But as you looked around you, you realized there was no black market organ harvesting about to go down, or anything like that. The room was empty apart from the two voices that belonged to the lab coats continuing to talk in the corner in an abrupt Eastern European language that you didn’t recognize.

You allowed your eyes to continue travelling around the room until they fell on another person. The menacing figure of a man stood there, clad in a leather tactical suit.

His shoulder length dark hair hung in his face. He wore a face mask that seemed to be more muzzle than anything. A glimmer of silver shone on the man’s left arm. All your years working alongside SHIELD and you instantly recognized this man. Fear filled your body.

This was the Winter Soldier. The fist of Hydra. The ghost eluding SHIELD for 80 years.

You couldn’t have screamed even if you wanted to. Your mouth was gagged.

The soldier stared at you with blank eyes.

“Bring the Doctor to her cell, Soldat.” One of the lab coat voices spoke from behind you.

You heard the voices continuing to speak as if you weren’t anything more than an inconvenience to be ignored lying there on the table. You turned your head as far as it would go and watched them walk out of the room. It was just you and the Soldier in here now.

You swallowed hard and looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes. Despite yourself, you felt a tear trickle out the corner of your eye.

You flinched when you felt his rough hands go to unbuckle the restraints on your wrist and he paused. Where his eyes were blank and robotic when the others were in the room, they were sharp and focused now. Predatory.

They were a beautiful color blue and looked on to you like you were the sun after the longest night of the year.

The soldier traced his hand from your wrist where the restraints were tied, up your forearm and to your elbow. He was gentle.

He continued tracing his rough calloused finger up your arm and let it linger on your neck as if he were caressing you. Goosebumps rose on your skin. The sensation was a pleasurable one, but it made you tremble with fear. Was the monster playing with his food before he ate it? This man was Hydra’s killing machine. A well-oiled weapon.

You felt him wipe the tear hanging from the corner of your eye with the back of his finger as he continued to stare at you like he’d never seen another person before. You’d expected rough handling from the monster of Hydra’s creation, not tenderness.

He reached up to your face and you felt him pull the rag out of your mouth.

“Please don’t hurt me,” It was all you could think to say. It was utterly useless to even say something like that, you were at his mercy.

Unexpectedly, you felt his hand drift down the side of your neck and his palm cup your cheek. He looked as if you’d slapped him across the face with your words, “I would never hurt you,” he said, holding your gaze with his impossibly blue eyes.

You immediately regretted saying them, though it was a valid question, wasn’t it? You were Hydra’s prisoner and most likely this wouldn’t end well for you.

He stood back up and pulled away from you. You relaxed, though you hadn’t realized how tensely you’d been holding your body.

He started at your feet and unlatched those restraints first. He moved next to your left wrist, and in order to reach your right wrist, he leaned over your body. Your senses were engulfed by him.

The sweet tang of sweat, gunpowder and leather filled your nose. His body was solid and heavy across the top of yours as he leaned further over to finish freeing you.

When he finally stood up right, he took a step back to allow you to climb down from the table. You rubbed your sore wrists and looked at him warily for a moment. What now? You supposed you were going to your cell like the lab coats said.

The two of you stepped into the hallway. It was painted white and looked sterile and clinical. Where had they brought you? You were terrified and found yourself shivering from a mix of fear, anxiety, and the cold air in freezing hallway.

After walking for what felt like an eternity, you arrived at an unmarked door. The soldier pointed to it and you stopped. He opened it and stepped inside behind you. His figure towered over you. He was a large man and thick with muscle. Thanks to Hydra’s version of the Super Soldier Serum, running was not an option for you. He’d catch you with ease.

The room wasn’t much different than the white clinical hallway. It was plain, with no windows, and only contained a small bed in the corner and a chest of drawers next to the bed. It was cold in here too. You felt another bout of shivers come across you.

To your surprise, you felt the Winter Soldier’s hand on your shoulder. He spun you around to face him.

“Cold.”

It wasn’t a question, really. But you nodded your head anyway. Yes, you were freezing, and scared, and a whole range of other emotions you were having trouble placing at the moment.

He pulled you into himself. You heard the sound of a buckle come undone and heard something drop to the floor. You felt his nose dip down to the top of your head and realized that he’d removed his mask. You froze. What was he doing?

He inhaled your scent and without warning pulled you into his arms and fully buried his face into your neck, wrapping both arms tightly around you.

On reflex you wrapped your arms around him too because you lost your balance when he pulled you into himself. You weren’t sure why you didn’t drop your arms though. You continued holding onto him as tightly as he held you.

Maybe the comfort felt nice in your body’s state of shock and fear from being captured by Hydra. Maybe it was that you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had any human contact like this.

Eventually your body relaxed and you stopped shivering. His body was warm, comforting.

As if your body acted of its own accord, reacting purely on instinct alone, you placed your hand around the back of the soldier’s neck. His long hair was soft on the back of your hand.

You didn’t know how to feel. You were fearful someone, one of the lab coats, maybe, would come and see the two of you like this. You were fearful that this small moment of comfort would be taken from you.

As if he felt your body relax and your shaking subside, you felt soft lips press into your neck before he lifted his head, and looked at you.

You could finally see his face now. He was beautiful. Handsome in an old-fashioned kind of way. His blue eyes cut you to your core.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at you like a dying man chasing one more day of life.

You surprised even yourself when you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. They were soft. So soft and gentle. He kissed you back with a feverish frenzy.

You opened your eyes when you felt his lips leave yours but soon realized he was dropping to his knees in front of you. He pressed his face into your belly and exhaled deeply. You threaded your fingers through his hair, giving him permission for what he was silently asking.

Two hands dipped into the waistband of your pants. One cold metal, and one warm skin. They jerked your pants to the ground in one quick motion leaving you in your shirt and underwear.

The soldier traced a finger over the front of your panties, over the sensitive spot you longed for him to touch and you heard a moan escape your lips. He inhaled sharply and kissed the soft skin of your inner thigh. His lips and kisses were giving you life.

He tugged your panties down and you stepped out of them, along with your pants that were pooled at your ankles. Another kiss to your left thigh and he lifted it over his shoulder. You could have screamed when he finally closed his mouth over you for the pleasure you felt.

Was it that good or was your pleasure heightened because of the imminent danger you found yourself in? Was it that good or was it because the most dangerous man in the world was currently on his knees in front of you worshiping your body?

It didn’t matter, because as soon as your orgasm washed over you, everything that was bad in your life washed away. Gone.

The soldier carried you through your orgasm and when the waves of pleasure finally subsided, he sat back on his heels and looked up at you.

He didn’t say anything, he merely reached for his fallen mask, clipped it back onto his face, stood up and walked out the door.

When the door slammed behind him and the locks engaged. You stared at the door for a long time and began wondering if you were the only prisoner Hydra held.

#winter solder #the winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #x ladyathena x #touchstarved #smut #fluff #angst #you're a weapon series #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #y/n #reader #sad!bucky #soldat

[soldierswar]

“Do You Ever Shut Up?”

Request: "Do you ever shut up?" "Make me." Request: Bucky X Reader smut where the reader and Bucky get really competitive when they spar. The reader is good at trash talk and teasing and Bucky only knows one way to shut her up (kissing, but discovers kissing her neck renders her speechless as well.). Things heat up from there. Requested by @sborrink

Warnings: SMUT. (Pretty much it tbh)

Notes: To say that this is long overdue is an understatement. I’m really sorry, I’ve been going through such bad writers block with school and everything. Nevertheless, I’m really sorry it’s taken me this long to finish even though I started this a month ago. I will try not to let it happen again. But thank you for all of the support from all of my followers. We hit 200! 

“Ha!” You exclaimed in victory as you managed to easily get your foot out of his strong grip after attempting to kick him in the face.

        “Think you can keep me down, old man?”

        You dodged another one of his efforts to grab you and hold you into a lock.

        “I think not!”

        You both stood there breathless across from one another, each of you calculating your next move as you circled around each other.

        “What makes you think I’m not letting you win, short stack?” Bucky replied, still staring you down.

        You ran over towards him, quickly grabbing the training handgun he had hidden under his shirt, pointing it straight at him.

        “That’s how I know.” You chimed.

        You sparred for another good 20 minutes. You both winning the gun, back and forth before anyone could fire any one of the paintballs at one another.

        “Getting tired? We can stop now if you want.” You let out an evil chuckle as he stared at you amusingly.

        You both sat down on the floor, still staring intently across from one another, not trusting that the other wasn’t going to make some type of move.

        “We can stop now if you can admit your defeat.” You huffed, before grabbing for your water bottle. Still not taking your eyes off of him.

        “Do you ever shut up?” Bucky snorted, with a smirk on his face.

        “You weren’t complaining last night.” You retorted, crawling over towards him.

        “Oh, you really need to learn how to shut up now before everyone else finds out.”

        His face was inches away from yours now.

        “Make me.” You challenged.

        He placed his hand firmly on the side of your face and pressed his soft lips to yours.

        “Are you trying to fluster me so that you can win 5 minutes from now?” You said after you breathlessly pulled away.

        “What did I just say, woman.” He said before kissed you harder, and deeper this time.

        The way he kissed you made you melt. You had only admitted your feelings to each other, and gotten together a few days ago. The rest of the team didn’t know about it yet, so you were still trying to be discreet on where and when you did these sorts of things. But man, you could definitely get used to this.

You pulled away, and for the first time in about an hour and a half, you were speechless, and you could tell he took note of that.

“Oh, so you have nothing to say now?” he muttered against your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You narrowed your eyes at him right before pinning him down to the floor and straddling his waist with your legs.

“Shut up.” You muttered before pressing your lips to his once again.

He flipped you over, fighting for dominance his body now on top of yours, kissing you harder and deeper. You would fight back, but your body was like jello beneath his touch.

You moved your hands up and down his sides, exposing and feeling the hard muscles of his torso slightly contract and relax against your touch and movements.

He moved his lips from yours, moving them to that one sensitive spot on your neck that he knew you couldn’t resist, letting out a soft groan.

That was it, you had to have him.

You quickly flipped over on top of him, positioning yourself to sit on top of him, rubbing your already wet cunt on him through your leggings.

“You’re gonna get us in trouble out here, doll.” he practically exhaled through his mouth onto yours.

“Oh, so now it’s doll.” You teased, grinding onto him even stronger, feeling him start to get hard already.

“Okay, that’s it.” Bucky huffed as he managed to swiftly get up and prop you over his shoulder like a fucking ragdoll and carry you over to the storage closet in the back.

You giggled maniacally before he set you roughly onto some surface. He didn’t even bother to turn the lights on, you had gotten him riled up so quickly. You really did like it when he started to play a bit rough.

“What’s wrong, soldier? Too eager?” You teased.

“You won’t be talking so much in a moment.” “Yeah right, I’d like to see you tr-”

But he was right. Before you could get another word in, Bucky had his head in between your legs, kissing you in your most sensitive spot, and then grazing his teeth ever so slightly along that area driving you insane. All this and you still had your leggings on.

You looked down to him and he was the one with a smirk on his face now. You felt helpless, you needed more. You needed release.

You pulled Bucky up by the shirt, pulling it off in one quick movement and moved your hands over to the hem of his pants over to the button.

He stopped your actions so that he could run his hands up under your tank top to take it off. The contrast of his warm flesh hand, and the cold metal hand felt so good against your skin. All you could do was try to not stop breathing at that point.

You turned yourself around so that now you were leaning over onto the cool surface of what you had just been previously laid down on with your feet on the ground.

Bucky leaned right over you. His body directly over yours as he so painfully slowly pulled your leggings down your shaking legs.

He began to tease your wet, pulsating cunt with the index finger of his metal hand. He was very apprehensive about using it the first time you insisted on him doing so when you first had sex, but now he was more than comfortable. Especially during moments like this when he had you squirming.

“You ready for me, doll?” He whispered against your ear before kissing that sensitive spot on your neck once again.

You didn’t even know that he had already taken off his pants when you felt his cock start to prod into you. You let out a slight gasp as he slowly made his was into you with light, but steady movements.

You laid the right side of your face on the cool surface as you tried to adjust to his size. To say that you were blessed to have a guy who was big was an understatement. You also weren’t sure how long it was going to take for you to get used to the stinging, but pleasureable feeling of him entering you whenever you had sex.

When you felt like you were fully adjusted you moved your ass backwards towards him, as a signal to go all out, but also pushing him deeper into you.

You let out a desperate moan when he decided to move painfully slowly, a move he knew drove you insane.

“What was that? I didn’t hear what you said.” He teased moving his hands up and down your sides. Something else he knew you loved when you were in this position.

“Oh for fucks sake, James.” You whined pathetically.

You may not have been able to see him, but you could feel the victorious smile he most likely had on his face before he started to fuck you faster and harder.  

You were a moaning, whimpering mess. With every quick thrust and pull back he was hitting all of the right spots at the right time, and the sounds he made when he was doing so only added fuel to the fire within you soon to manifest into release.

You could feel it. That familiar twinge of your cunt starting to tighten around his cock.

“You close, doll?” Bucky huffed from behind you. You could feel that he was close as well.

You let out a pathetic whimper in response as he reached over so that his right hand was now circling around your now more than ever sensitive clit.

You were now clawing at the cold surface as he continued to fuck you harder, but at less of a steady pace as he came closer to his release also.

Suddenly an explosion of pleasure came over your entire body, leading you to suppress screams against the table. You could simultaneously feel Bucky release at the same moment as you, filling you with his hot cum, and feeling it mix in with your own juices.

You both took a moment to recuperate before grabbing for your clothes to put them on.

Bucky leaned over and planted a sweet, and tender kiss to your lips. A much different type of kiss than what he would have been giving you just minutes ago.

You smiled, feeling your cheeks begin to flush. You were grateful that the room was pretty dark so he couldn’t see you blush like a little school girl. It was a nice little moment that you were having...At least it was before a gaping mouthed Wanda abruptly opened the door.

“I KNEW IT!” She exclaimed, before clueing in that neither of us had our shirts on yet. She quickly placed her hand over her eyes like an 8 year old and swiveled onto her heel to walk away.

You both turned to each other taking in what just happened.

“So…I guess we’re not a secret anymore?” You giggled.

Bucky sighed.

“Yeah...you’re not the only one in this building who can’t keep their mouth shut.”

#bucky barnes #winter solder #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #Winter Soldier #winter soldier fanfiction #winter soldier fanfic #winter solder smut #bucky barnes smut #captain america #captain america smut #winter soldier x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader fluff #avengers #avengers smut #request

[ann-era]

Dionysus (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) [r18]

Title: Dionysus [r18]

Pairing(s) : Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k+

Tags / Warnings(?): established relationship, smut, choking, creampie, light bondage, fluff, asgardian!reader, slight angst, minors DNI

**by proceeding to read, you agree you are aware of the warnings / tags.

Bucky scans the key card on the electronic reader. With the locks and security alarm on the front door disabled, he pushed the heavy door with little to no effort, waiting for you to enter first.

“There was a lot of firepower and you’re not exactly bulletproof.” Bucky made an attempt to rub the back of his neck - his expression shifting painfully. More likely from the faux pas than the actual pain he’s pretending to have.

“It would have been a lot less fireproof if you'd let me help in the first place!” You retorted angrily, jabbing a finger into his shoulder.

Bucky won’t dignify your accusations with an answer. He was far too pissed off to actually even try to.

You on the other hand didn’t appreciate his deus ex machina attempt in the skirmish. You had it under control. Now everyone is going to associate your rescue to the Winter Soldier of all people.

“You had a five minute window to extract the haul - there was at least three times the amount of firepower than there was in Argentina. How did you plan on getting out of there alone?”

Bucky pursed his lips, his silky hair catching the light of the dim yellow lighting of the bedroom he had just switched on.

Your silence was deafening.

“Right - you can’t answer me. Because you don’t think these things over! Thor was right - you’re really not cut out for this.” He sucks a sharp breath through his teeth.

“Don’t baby me.” You spat back.

You had tailed this terrorist group for months - only to have Winter Soldier saving the day.

“I’m not babying you.” He shrugged off his flannel shirt, tossing it into the laundry basket without much care.

He could hear the loud clanking of what is most likely - you, putting your collapsible bow and arrows away into the vault. The loud beeping noises the metal doors made once locked only confirmed his theory.

He sighed for like the twentieth time today - he might as well take a shower, you were making dinner tonight so it was his turn to do the dishes .

You and him ate your dinner in silence, neither one wanting to escalate nor diffuse the tension. Picking on your roasted potatoes with a metal fork, you barely had any appetite, you didn't even touch the beef goulash. You pushed your plate aside, not really trusting your own stomach to eat anything due to your nerves.

Picking up your plate and cup quietly without a word, he carried them over to the sink.

The rhythmic sound of someone doing the dishes lulled a false sense of normalcy somewhat.

That in the chaos you both lived in - there was peace in it too.

Bucky heard your soft footfalls as you made your way beside him, nudging your shoulders against his arm. The shoulder nudge thing was a thing you did often on him. It usually meant that you were ready to talk things out without being a brat about it.

Your height barely reached his shoulders. He allowed himself to steal a quick glance at you. You’re Asgardian, it is your birthright - at least from your mother’s side. Even more beautiful in person compared to the pictures Sam had of you in his files - Bucky and Wanda threatened to retire if Sam didn't destroy those permanently from the archives.

“No need. Go get ready for bed, I’ll finish things up here.” His expression -unreadable. Lips pressed firmly together and his focus was on the dishes, wiping them dry with a towel before sliding them on the overhead rack above the sink.

“But I want to-” You started meekly, your hand reaching out for the plate, freezing mid-way when he yelled out his next words to you.

“Honey, just this once, can you please just do as you’re told?!”

“I just wanted to help.” You retorted weakly.

“Didn't work out so well the last time did it?” He snaps back.

You blinked, hurt settling in your features. Of the bitingly cold tone that he rarely ever used on others. But he used it on you.

You felt an odd sense of coldness creeping into your bones - one that rendered you feeling numb. After brushing your teeth thoroughly. You had splashed some cold water on your face in an attempt to keep the hot tears in your eyes at bay.

You plucked the spectacles off from his face.

“Is this the new stealth commlink? Maybe I need to start wearing one, so I won't stand out as much.” You fitted it over your nose bridge and ears.

Cute. Real cute.

“Really? You need glasses? Like suddenly you’re not the most beautiful woman anyone has ever seen.” He quirks a brow, sarcasm etched in his tone. Your braids coming loose around your face, full pink lips just begging to be kissed and claimed.

“Like Superman right? You Midgardians are so weird .” You burst out laughing into his shoulders. He returned the gesture with an affectionate kiss into your hair.

You gave a last lingering look over to his side of the bed - currently empty. A long sigh escapes you. Pushing your face closer to the covers not feeling like talking to him. He was already plenty angry with you - you dare not covet more.

“Honey?” Bucky settles on his side of the bed, peeling the covers away from you. Named after the sweetness that never rots. You really were fond of the endearment he calls you. Sweet as honey. Until today - when you know just how sharp and stern his tone and character could be.

Bucky paws on the blankets, searching for a break in the folds of the sheets. He finally managed to find an opening, peeling the fabric away - revealing your face to the world.

"There's my beautiful dame." He pinched your cheek playfully.

You feel the mattress dip as he settles his hands on either side of your head and leans close, settling himself between your thighs.

Bucky kept you distracted from remembering to sulk, his mouth against the sides of your mouth, your nose, your cheeks, the frame of your jawline, slow, like he’s savoring every moment, your hands under his shirt, appreciating the firm muscles under your touch.

His fingers bunches in your hair with a gentleness that startled you, tilting your head back while exposing the column of your throat. His mouth brushed along the sensitive skin of your neck, hot breaths against your warm body.

When he pulls away, he gives a boyish grin at you - rendering you weak, everywhere. Leaning forward to place a loud kiss on your forehead. You knew that look, swallowing convulsively, like a rabbit caught in a wolf’s trap.

Grabbing the fabric from behind his neck over his head tossing it carelessly across the room.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” The direct honesty of your question takes him aback, as does the innocence with which you ask it. Bucky takes a deep breath. Even though he still looks as though he’d like to rip someone’s head off - his movements are controlled.

"Hmm."

He lifted the hem of your top, lips found their intended place on your stomach, pressing hot kisses and the occasional nibble on your flesh. You let your hands travel up to Bucky’s neck and into his hair, tenderly drawing your fingers along his scalp as he groans.

“Do you think you deserve it?” He pushed a warning growl, his vibranium alloy hand easily wrapping over both your wrists, pinning them over your head. Another hand wraps around the back of your head, with a low moan, you parted your lips obediently to let him in. He drops his own lips towards yours - barely touching - breaths mingling.

The grip he had on your wrists took a lot of control on his part. To alternate between being gentle or firm has always been his personal struggle - hold too hard and he might snap your bone in three places. Too gentle and you’ll never learn from your mistakes. Your body is already so pliant, soft, undulating with need for his touch.

“Fucking reckless, self-destructive, blatant disregard for personal safety.” His stern, chastising tone had you whimpering beneath him.

You gasped as he pushed your pajama shorts down your waist and over your hips, pooling somewhere on the bedroom floor. Your panties went next , pulling it down your thighs so slowly that it had your whole body buzzing in anticipation.

Looking down between your bodies and Bucky’s erection was straining even more against his sweatpants. You’d take whatever you could at this point, grinding your wet sopping pussy against the bulge on his gray sweatpants.

Letting out a moan from the sudden delicious friction you’ve been needing, you let out another strangled sound when his vibranium hand held your hips in a bruising grip.

"Do that again and I’ll fuck your mouth instead of your soaking wet pussy.” His rough voice caused you to involuntary shiver. You clamped your thighs tighter together, but that only made the rising emptiness worse.

“Keep those legs spread open, beautiful.” His blood is already starting to pound. You spread apart before him, still half clothed waist up, it was unadulterated decadence.

“Now, beg me.” His voice demanded every will and fiber of your being to succumb.

“Please…” It was all you could do to suppress a reflexive whine.

“You can do better than that. Remember what I taught you to say?” He pulled a silk tie he kept in the nightstand drawers, binding your wrists tightly above your head with it.

Midgardians have a filthy way of saying things that sparked your basest carnal desires too. You wanted him so badly - so desperately that the thought of him dominating over every inch of you until you cant walk convinced you enough to give up the last shred of dignity and pride as a dignified Asgardian.

“Please Bucky, I want you to fuck me.”

The low growl of interest escapes him. “Hm… let’s try that again?” His warm hand brushes the smooth expanse of your thighs.

“Please - I want you to fuck my pussy.” You sounded so grumpy, so hungry. A short, sharp laughter escapes him.

“On your knees. Bend over.” He all but yanks you roughly by your ankles, turning you around so that the side of your face was pressed on the mattress.

“I should just leave you like this. Maybe you’ll learn your lesson. Hm?” A slap to one butt cheek elicited a silent cry from you, exhaling in short gasps.

“No - !” You muffled voice straining, begging for some relief between the apex of your thighs.

“So beg me properly this time.” The husky primal hunger tone to his voice so close to your ears made you strain against your binds.

“Please - I’ll be a good girl- so fuck me please-“ You could barely finish begging before he plunges two long, thick fingers into your dripping pussy. Your keening noises bouncing off the walls, your fist clenching against the silk binds on your wrist.

Pushing your body back closer to his fingers for desperate release, he quickened the pace of his fingers, stroking the opening of your wet slick, your hips bucking wildly as you moaned with no inhibition holding you back.

All you needed was a little more to set you off, the sweet coiling of release beckoning you - tightening low in your abdomen, throbbing with need. His fingers reaching deep enough, the pressure driving you near crazy, your walls clenching on his fingers shamelessly. But instead of ending your agony, Bucky released a low tsk, pulling out his fingers, leaving you empty and unsatisfied.

"Wha - ? No, please... Bucky." Your needy mewl nearly crumbles his resolve. Nearly.

“You’ll cum when I tell you to, honey.” He pushes one hand firmly on your back to stop you from moving, the soft choking near dry-sobbing sounds deliciously sweet to his ears.

Sweet as you - he'd eat you up all day.

He palmed his erection, lowering the waistband of his sweatpants as he pulled your perky butt towards him. Your back arching off the bed, as he sinks his firm, warm thick cock to the hilt, completely filling you.

A high pitched whine escapes your lungs - your heavy pants muffled into the sheets, the wet patch under your mouth from the drool dripping onto your chin from the incessant moans and lewd noises you were making. Your bound wrist made it difficult for you to properly seek purchase for your fingers to dig into the dark fitted sheets. He roughly pushes the hem of your shirt up.

Bucky trails his mouth along your spine, kissing, breathing hotly against your skin, his thick gravelly voice whispering on how good you were taking him all in. His body covers yours, as his teeth tugs on the cartilage of your ear, tickling your skin.

“Ah, fuck, that’s it… take all of it-”

He sets a pace and starts pounding into you like a man possessed, hands grabbing your hips fiercely as he grunts with each thrust into you. The feral noises he was making when the walls of your tight cunt gripped him like a vice.

His breath was hot against your back, growling incoherent words that your pleasure-hazed brain couldn’t decipher.

“I’m not going to stop until you scream my name.”

His hip slams roughly against your bare ass. The bindings chafing against your wrist, the friction gave you a painful blur - the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed throughout the bedroom, the bed creaking under the weight of this carnal tryst.

Bucky tangles his hand into your hair, pulling your head back, your hands and body no longer resting against the mattress but your back arched into his chest.

Another hand wraps around your throat and squeezes, your eyes rolled back from the white–blinding pleasure that invaded your already lust filled brain, breeching on blank. He continues his relentless pace, mercilessly rails into you, panting into your shoulder - littering your skin with bites and bruises all over.

He starts pumping harder, deeper into your abused and dripping cunt - movements becoming erratic as he draws closer to his finish. You would moan at the brutal pace he sets - but you could only cough from the pressure of his hands still wrapped around your throat.

Your hair getting tugged by the scalp had you clamping on his member hard as he continued his onslaught of wrecking your pussy - his pussy - that’ll he’s gonna pump full of his cum soon.

“Cum. Cum all over my cock like the needy slut you are.”

True to his vow, your hands clenching tight against the bindings - you screamed his name. You shake and quiver as he allows your release to overtake your senses, you succumbed to the tight burning tension uncoiling - riding out your high as you creamed all over his cock.

You could only afford a weak gasp, begging from your whines and mewls - for something - for mercy perhaps. He moves his hand upward to tuck underneath your chin, holding your small jawline, crashing his mouth on yours to wrap his tongue around yours.

His cock twitched and with a deep groan, resting his forehead against the back of your shoulder, with a final thrust he finishes off inside your still quivering cunt. You feel him spurting deep inside of you as he clenches your body tight to his.

Bucky gently lays you back on the bed, your back flushed against his chest. You lay there for a moment, feeling him wrapping a strong arm around your waist as you curled your back into his chest.

As he undoes the binds around your wrist, your breathing returns to normal. You turned around to look at him. A completely satisfied tender smile gracing his features. He leaned in, pressing a deep long kiss into your wrist while massaging the indented skin around the area.

“Does it hurt badly baby?” He says softly, the quiet voice he held reverberating through his chest.

You shook your head, the light catching the redness blooming on the skin of your throat, bites and bruises covering your body against your unblemished skin. The mix of your arousal and his cum dripping down your thigh.

Bucky lets you straddle him, your knees on either side of him, he keeps you steady with an arm on your waist, another across the back of his head, propping him up somewhat.

“You realize, we are now even for everything I’ve ever pulled, alright?” You boldly announced with a smirk that had set his blood boiling again. Bucky’s look only intensifies, eyeing you skeptically.

“Oh, you’re adorable.” Bucky’s deep baritone voice purred into your ear.

His disheveled black hair, chiseled and sculpted body right beneath you, your fingers seeking purchase on his strong shoulders to steady yourself. Not that you needed to, his single hand on your waist was enough actually. But he knew you’d take any excuse to touch him.

Not that he minds it at all - judging by the shit eating grin, feral whites of his teeth bared at you. Bright blue eyes looking at you expectantly - the sole focus of his attention.

“Like ever.” You grinned as you pulled the pillow from behind him and hit his face with it. His laughter was warmer than a fireplace in December - your comfort, safety, shelter, home.

His hand brushing away the stray hairs that stuck to your sweaty forehead.

“No, it doesn't, not by a long shot.” Bucky growled softly, annoyance rumbling as he rubs small circles on your back slowly, brushing away the stray hairs that stuck to your sweaty forehead at the same moment.

“Yes it does - absolutely. One hundred percent.” You insisted, his hand reached out to the back of your neck, pulling you down so he could kiss that stubborn mouth of yours senseless.

“I’ll think about it.” He conceded, taking your lower lip between his teeth.

If you take on his last name - and fully retire - then he would call it even. He wouldn't mind a life like Clint Barton's.

In fact he'd welcome it gladly if he was being fully honest with himself.

So, until he could get down on one knee in front of you this Christmas, the Tiffany box will have to remain hidden from you, nestled inside the drawer between his folded sweaters and cardigans.

#bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #winter soldier x reader #winter solder x you #bucky barnes x reader #mcu smut #winter soldier smut #bucky barnes smut #mcu imagines #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky x reader

[switchbladedreamz]

Oops

Bucky Banres x Fem!Reader

18+, minors do not read

Warning: smut, oral (female recieving), spanking, squirting, alcohol ingestion, unprotected sex, drunk sex, dub!con, wear a condom, couch sex.

Summary: the a/c is out in the apartment complex and Bucky asks if you have an extra fan available.

***I, the author, do not consent to stealing, plagiarism, or posting any of my work anywhere unless done so by myself***

I awoke with a shortness of breath. I was groggy and sweating. It's hot, when did it get hot? I laid in bed for a few more seconds, waking up. 'Ugh, I'm all sweaty and gross'

Making my way out of my room and into the hallway, I see the soft glow the electronic thermostat is casting. Now facing it, it unsurprisingly reads "Error? How the fuck? I'll have to call the landlord in the morning, fucking apartments- I swear.". I suddenly jump and scream as there's an unexpected knock on my door. Looking down at my naked body I rush back to my room to grab a shirt and some shorts.

I opened the door, the light from the hallway burning my corneas. Retinas? My eyes. Burning my eyes. Blinking a few times, I was able to focus on a chest, perspiring and a heavily breathing chest. Well cut and damn, mouth watering. I could my laundry on those abs. Looking up I was met with a face. A grumpy face. "Its sweltering, do you have an extra fan?" "Well hello to you too lovely neighbor, James. Wanna come in?" He smiled and awkwardly "right, sorry. And yeah sure, also its Bucky" I walked backwards pulling the door with me letting him in. "I don't have any fans Buckmeister, but I could take you to the store and we buy some.". "At 2 in the morning? And with your shirt on backwards?" "Hey! At least I have a shirt on and Wal-Mart is 24 hours.". I pulled my arms into my shirt and twisted it around while Bucky tried not to stare as the shirt rode up over my stomach. I smiled to myself. "You go get a shirt and some shoes on and I'll get some shoes on. Are my shorts on backwards too?". I pulled my shirt up over my ass and turned to show him. He cleared his throat and smiled his usual dopey cute smile "nope, all good". I walked away to my room to put shoes on. "Please tell me your car has A/C!" He shouted after me.

"Oh fuck yeah" i moaned "feels so good" Bucky replied in a groan. We were ecstatic to feel the cool A/C hit us in the car. Pulling out of the multistory carpark, we started our journey to find some fans.

"I can't believe this has been happening literally every other week, what a shitty landlord." "I know, he's being such a douche. When I moved in, he glared at me- I think he hates "disabled people". He has made so many weird comments". "Are you kidding me? What a dick!" We chatted as we made our way to the fan aisle. Turns out the landlord is much shittier than we both thought. "So what brings you to New York?" "College, I'm a teacher, ASL". "ASL? What's that?" "American Sign Language." "Oh yeah, where do you teach? Like Kindergarten or something?" " College students.".

We picked out two big kitchen fans and two small desk fans. After checking out, Buck's stomach growled. Loudly. I laughed and looked at his stomach "Hey I'm hungry too but you don't gotta scream about it."

Finally home after stuffing our faces with McDonald's and due to Bucky's super soldier metabolism, we got Taco Bell too. And stopped for ice cream at Walmart again. "Fuck my guy, how much can you put away? Hell yeah!" "What? I'm a pig, you arent grossed out?" "No, I like people who can eat.". "Well, wanna go to the liquor store?" He posed the question. "Oh hell yeah, you read my mind.".

Now home I unlocked my apartment when- "oh shit." "What?" "I think I locked my keys in my apartment." "You're shitting me", I deadpanned. "I'm so sorry." "Ah don't apologize, I'll put you up on the couch. Yay! Sleep over" I poked at his ribs. "Yay, cause being an 107 year old adult and locking your keys accidentally in your apartment is something to celebrate" he rolled his eyes. "Well jeez party pooper, if you'd rather sleep in the hallway then.." "shit, no I'm sorry. Thank you. But we can drink together" I faked a gasp "that is very true. And hopefully it'll distract us from the heat of a thousand suns in here. A warning, I do tend to get shirtless when drunk." "Well then I guess I'll just have to get pantsless" he wriggled his brows. 'Oh dear Gods, yes'.

3 liquid marijuanas

5 shots of caramel Smirnoff

And 3 games of mini shots pong later, we were floored. Well I was. Buckmiester was off his ass too. We were sitting on the floor eating our melted ice cream. Bucky missed his mouth with spoon and spilled the ice cream on his shirt. "Shit, I like this shirt" he whined before pulling it off. I bit my lip, my inebriation not caring about hiding my attraction to my neighbor. "You like what you see, Doll?" His voice dropped. I blushed and nodded. He leaned forward and crawled on his knees to me. Being drunk, and an absolute genius, apparently, I dropped ice cream on my shirt too. "Oops." I whispered and looked up at him, trying my best to look innocent. Bucky longed forward and ripped my shirt off, well over me. And pulled me in for a kiss. Hit teeth it mine, I could taste the alcohol and mint chocolate chip ice cream on his tongue. It was messy and perfect at the same time. I groaned as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. I pulled back, "bedroom.". He nodded "bedroom.". He stood up a little too quickly and had to sit on the couch. I made my way up the couch. "You know, the couch is a perfectly suitable place" he said as he grabbed me forced me onto his lap. "We're both too drunk to go to the bed". His metal hand was warm too, no doubt because of the apartment, even will all four fans set on high. His lips kissed from the shell of my ear to my collarbone, "ssshhhh. No need for logic right now". Metal hand on my breast, and flesh one on my ass, he reared his hand back and slapped my ass hard. "Oh fuck, do it again". He rolled us over onto my back and him on top. He literally ripped my shorts off, pushing my knees to my stomach, he spanked me again. "Dirty girl" he whispered as his stubble graced my breast as he sucked and nibbled on my breasts. His flesh hand made it's way down, caressing my sides and my stomach and the top of my thigh, he forced my legs apart and thrusted his clothes bulge against my unclothed sex. I grabbed his neck and pulled his face to mine and kissed him, I felt him grow harder against me. "You're not naked enough". "Yes ma'am" he smiled and got up, this time a little slower. "Just curious, why no panties?" The smile on his face was wide, "I sleep naked". His smile grew wicked, "oh, really?". He suddenly went to his knees. He grabbed my ankle and pulled my sideways. "That's hot" was all he replied as I corrected my self and rested my legs on his shoulders. "Fuck that feels good" My voice shifted, wavering, as his mouth marked my thighs. Kissing, biting, nibbling, hickied, light teeth marks.

"Just a quick taste" he whispered, then licked my pussy, his tongue swiveling around my slit then up to my clit. He kissed my mound, then dove back in. My moans turned into screams as he worked his tongue on my clit as he slipped a metal finger inside of me. His flesh hand groped my breast, and trailed up to my throat and squeezed and he added a second finger and curled. I think my body took a screenshot as a I came on his fingers. His fingers pounded into me faster as I rode out my high and he stared at my face. I calmed down after coming down, I looked at him confused. "What?" "You're fucking beautiful when you cum for me, when you cum on my fingers. Wonder how beautiful you look when you come on my cock, darlin". Before I could reply, he thrusted his thick member into me. Stretching me open. "Oooh fuuck Bucky!" I screamed and hung onto his back. He didn't stop, didn't let me adjust. "That's it doll, say my fuckin name, scream it!". He pulled my hair, as he exposed my neck he bit it. I was a whimper mess, the punishing pace he was pounding into me, the feeling of the bite and the pain of my hair being pulled. "Want the whole apartment complex to hear you screaming my name. Want them to know who you belong to." I wailed as he hit the special spot in me, it made me see stars. "That's it bunny, let it all out, cum for me". He pulled out and flipped me over. "You doin okay?" He paused, all I could do to answer him was nodding. He laughed. "Are cock drunk already? I barely fuck you and you already can't speak". He slipped himself in again, "aaaaaah" "that's right" he thrusted, pulled my hips up. "Who owns you baby?" "You do". He moved again, spanking me, he shouted "I said, who owns you?!". I mustered all my strength, I took too long, he spanked me again and again, as the blows landed on my behind- he didn't stop his pace. This time he spanked me with his metal hand, "you do!" I cried out. He spanked me again and I came, hard. I wailed as my legs shook, I felt him pull out and something warm hitting my back.

For some reason I felt more tired than usual, and more sober. "Hold on honey, let me get you a wash cloth". I hummed in response. That was intense, amazing even. He came back shortly and gently cleaned me up. I felt the rag between my legs, he started wiping me knees and lower thighs first which was weird. Moving up I felt it gently rub my sensitive pussy, then my back. He kissed my head and helped me sit up. "Have you ever squirted before?" "No, why?" "Because you just did." "I'm sorry, what?" I looked at his lap as he was wiping at his legs, it was wet. And then I turned to look at my couch, also wet. "Woah." I whispered softly.

"Not to sound too arrogant but do you think you can walk?" I huffed a laugh "I don't think so.". With that, he picked me up and we stumbled our way to my room. It had finally cooled off and laid me down on the outside of my bed and he crawled on the other side. "Good night miss (Y/n)" he cuddled me and pulled my head to his chest. "Nighty night Buckmeister". He chuckled and kissed my head again and we snuggled in a soothing slumber.

#smut #bucky x you #winter solder #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #winter soldier x reader smut

[avengerscompound]

Small Gods: Spring Thaw - 12

Spring Thaw:  A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Spring Thaw Masterlist | More Small Gods PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count:  1839

Warnings: smut (MF, oral sex, hand job, 69)

Synopsis: Bucky Barnes hates winter.  He always looks for the first signs of the ice thawing and new life growing.  When that desire for the end of winter brings to him the god of the spring thaw, he discovers a brand new reason to get through winter.

Chapter 12

The time that Bucky had with you felt particularly short this time.  Not because it was any less time than usual.  It was a particularly cold winter and the power that kept you here actually seemed to last longer than normal.  It was just that you were both so busy planning the wedding that each day seemed to fly by.  Even the long drives North were full of conversation as you talked about guests, and vows, and what colors you planned to wear.

The two of you stopped regularly to look at potential venues and had long discussions about menus and cake flavors.  Each conversation made Bucky feel lighter.  He was sure that the wedding plans were going to give him some level of anxiety when it was just him, but with you by his side, he couldn’t help but feel happy and excited.  He was going to experience a big life event, and he was going to do it with someone who loved him for who he was.  Not some idealized version of who he once was or who he might be.  But this him, with all the baggage and flaws he had.  This version of who he was that was hurt, but not broken.  A long way from perfect, but trying to be better.

By the time he’d gotten as far North as he could go with you before the magic no longer worked to hold you to the world, the two of you had decided on quite a few things.  You had a dress design with a tailor who also had your measurements and knew that you wouldn’t be able to return for the final touches for a year when there would only be a few weeks to finish it off.  They’d been fairly unsure about that, but paying in advance with a bonus had helped convince them.

You’d asked Sharon to be your bridesmaid.  You didn’t really know anyone else and while Sharon had been a little surprised she accepted for Bucky’s sake and agreed to work with the dressmaker to make sure both your dress and her bridesmaid’s dress turned out how you wanted.

You’d chosen pale blue and white as the main colors.  Bucky liked the idea - it both reflected the winter that was ending and spring that was just starting.  You’d also said you wanted lots of flowers, but you’d wanted the table settings and bouquets to be full of spring wildflowers.  The list of flowers you’d asked for including things like sweet peas, peony, cornflowers, delphinium, cosmos, anemone, and lisianthus, and you’d cut out pictures of different table settings and bouquets you’d like and stuck them in a book so that Bucky could take them to a florist.

The book also had a few cake designs you had liked that all had various blue and white floral decorations.  Some of which were real flowers, while others were made of delicate gum paste.  The two of you had ranked them in order of shared favorites, but Bucky was going to speak to bakers to see what they thought they could make that fit the theme and was unique to both of you.  You and Bucky had made stops all the way North at every bakery you saw and tried various cake flavors.  Bucky had loved trying the different flavors.  Cake had come a long way since he was a kid.  The fact that you’d lit up when you’d heard there were floral flavors added to the fact he was already excited for something outside of just a chocolate or yellow cake.  You’d chosen three flavors together and the idea was to have them on three different layers.  Lemon and lavender, chocolate and rose, and strawberry and elderflower.

You’d picked a venue, not just for the ceremony but also the reception.  Both would be at the falls, and even though the ceremony would be bitterly cold, Bucky loved the idea of having it where the two of you had first gone away together.

The thing that Bucky had enjoyed planning the most was the menu.  He was so into cooking and flavors and trying new recipes, and he loved going through different options for the different courses with you.

While the last week always carried with it that kind of melancholy of knowing you could disappear at any moment, he was also excited and hopeful of the year to come.

“Maybe you should take the ring,” you said, as the two of you lay in bed together.  He was still in that post-sex haze, his heart thrumming in his chest as he came down from his orgasm high.  You lay with your head on his chest, trailing your fingers down to his stomach.  You had that gorgeous sex messed look and still glistened with a sheen of sweat.  The ring in question sat glittering in the light from the fireplace that was still roaring opposite the bed.

“You don’t want to wear it?”  Bucky asked.  “Do you have a New Zealander - New Zealandish?  New Zealandite husband I don’t know about?”

“They mostly say Kiwi,” you giggled.  “And no.  I just… don’t always usually - appear - with the same things I disappeared with.  I’m worried it will be one of the things I lose.”

“Okay,” Bucky said, running his hand over yours.  “I’ll wear it with my dog tags.”

You smiled and nosed at his cheek and your hand moved up to his chest and curled around the chain that hung around his neck.  You tugged on it lightly and he leaned in and kissed you.  It was a slow and deep caress of his lips over yours and you hummed softly and grazed your teeth over his bottom lip.

When he pulled back he took your hand and lifted it to his lips.  He kissed your palm and each of your fingers, before pulling your ring finger into his mouth and slowly sucked it, pulling the ring off your finger with his lips.

You moaned and ground your hips against his thigh, your cunt still dripped with come, both his and yours, and it smeared on his leg as your rubbed against it.  “Fuck, Bucky,” you whimpered.

He chuckled and took the ring from his mouth.  “Doesn’t take much, huh?” He said.

You laughed and pushed him.  “You can talk.  You gave yourself a semi doing that.”

Bucky pushed himself up on his elbows and took off his dog tags.  “Yeah?  You wanna see what you can do about that?”

You grazed the back of your knuckles down his chest and over his stomach.  His muscles rippled under your gentle touch.  He groaned softly but kept his attention on the chain holding his dog tags, unclipping the joiner, and sliding the ring onto the chain.  By the time the chain was safely back around his neck, your hand was wrapped around his cock and you were slowly pumping your fist up and down.  He groaned and let his head fall back on the pillow as his cock hardened in your hand.

You kept your head resting on his chest and jerked him off as you slowly rolled your hips and ground against his thigh.  It was a lazy intimate foreplay that he loved in a whole different way to when it was hot and needy, or soft and romantic.

You pressed a kiss to his chest and swirled your tongue around his nipple, and he gasped and his cock jumped in your hand.  You sat up and spit on his cock, the wet letting your hand move more easily up and down.  “Dirty girl,” he groaned and bucked up into your hand.

You hummed and dropped your head down, taking his cock right down the back of your throat.  He gasped and jerked up under you, pushing his cock further down your throat.  You gagged and pulled back, but just enough to free your airway.

Bucky grabbed your thighs and dragged you over his chest so your pussy was right over his face.  He lapped greedily at your sex, his tongue swirling over it, exploring all your folds.  He could taste himself on you, the salty tartness of his come mixing with the musky taste of yours to make a strong and heady cocktail that made him moan needily and arch up under you.

You moaned around his cock and bobbed your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks and sucking each time you pulled back.

You each slowly brought each other to the edge.  Bucky thrust two of his fingers inside of you and pushed them against the soft spot inside you that always made you shudder and cry out.  The sounds you made as you sucked his cock sent soft vibrations through him, adding to the pleasure that was coiling through him.

You started grinding down on his face.  He knew you must be overstimulated and near the edge.  He sucked greedily on your clit and dragged his fingers over your g-spot again and again.  Your cunt began to spasm around his digits and your clit twitched in his mouth and with a loud cry you came on his face.  Your legs trembled and he kept going dragging your orgasm out.

“Stop, Bucky,” you panted.  “It’s too much.”

He stopped immediately and you climbed off him, taking a moment to catch your breath as you moved down between his legs.  “You can stop if you need to,” Bucky assured you.  “We don’t have to keep going.”

You shook your head.  “No, I want you to come too.”

You crouched between his legs and began bobbing your head up and down on his cock as you gazed up at him.  He tangled his hands in your hair as he watched you.  He relaxed and gave himself to the pleasure surging through him.  Your tongue flicked over his foreskin and into the slit of his cock and you massaged his balls.  They tightened and his cock began to throb in your mouth.  Bucky let his head fall back and with a low groan, he came, releasing into your mouth.

You moaned and swallowed it all before crawling back up and taking the position on his shoulder again.  He looked down at you, a sleepy contented feeling taking over him.  “You can sleep if you want to,” you said.  “You look so tired.”

“I want to stay up with you,” he complained.

“It might not happen tonight,” you giggled.  “Neither of us can just stay up for sixty hours, just in case.”

“Maybe I’ll close my eyes for a little while,” he said.  “Under duress.”

You kissed his jaw.  “If I do go, know I love you and I can’t wait to see you again.”

“I feel the same way.  I’ll speak to you soon, and when you’re back here, we’ll be getting married.”

You smiled and kissed him once again, settling back against his chest.  He drifted off with the comforting weight of your body on his, and optimism of the year to come.

// NEXT

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier #the winter solder fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #small gods #spring thaw

[mrsbarnes107]

Secret of the Widow

-part eleven-

Summary: Post Endgame time period. The team is healing, trying to navigate this new normal they’ve found themselves in when Bucky and Sam bring home a stray with an attitude and a secret. Will the broken team take her in? Or is it too much to bare?

Warnings: language, violence, smut, death, fluff, angst, blood

Pairings: Bucky x OC

After Petey returned with pizza and another kiss on the cheek the team watched me eat and discussed plans to pinpoint the Hydra base housing Mr. SunscreenAd. With Buckys knowledge and the few locations I knew of there was a decent list that Sam and Peter decided to do recon on in the meantime.

Once my plate was emptied, a very pushy Fury shoved me into Banners arms and ordered us to the med lab, Bucky trailing beside me.

Sitting me down on a table Banner turned to have Friday pull up some scans around my body. "Barnes, would you mind patching her up? I have a few tests I would like to do if that's okay Ali."

"Go for it Doc." With a shrug I turn to Bucky, his scowl still prominent but his hands are gentle as he begins cleaning my wounds.

"Al I know it's a lot to ask, but do you think you have enough energy to jump a few feet across the room?"

"Banner she doesn't need to strain herself anymore than she al-"

"Of course I can Doc, I'm fine now." With a small smile and shake of my head I try to let Buck know that it's okay. A second later I'm across the room and his forehead is creasing with some unreachable thought.

"Hm that's interesting.... Al have you ever made an object move? Without having to hold it?"

After hopping back onto the table Bucky begins stitching up the cut on my forehead. I'll never understand why stitches are more sucky than the injury itself. "I've tried but haven't been successful. Why?"

"I need to study the scans more, but from what I can tell you're right in saying it is not simply teleportation. When you jump, you seem to be moving at an atomic level."

"I'm moving atoms as in each individual atom?"

"That's what it looks like. Theoretically speaking, this means that not only can you move inanimate objects but you should also be able to rearrange atoms at will, reshaping their structure essentially. This is why you get so drained when jumping. Your brain pinpoints every single atom inside you and transfers them in less than a second. Your body is basically exploding and imploding in the blink of an eye, and the further you jump the longer you are broken down to an atomic level."

Bucky stopped halfway through dressing the last cut to look at Banner, seemingly lost in translation.

"Well that's- that's a lot. It's nice to know finally, can you update me on any other findings?"

"Of course, you get some rest and Barnes, make sure she eats another high calorie meal in the next hour."

With a short nod Bucky is picking me up and strutting out the door, face grim and solid as stone. "Sarge I can walk just fine, you can put me down."

"I don't really trust your sense of self-preservation at the moment Doll, so forgive me if I ensure your safety while I can."

"Buck what's wrong? What did I do to make you so angry?"

Pushing the elevator button he looks down at me and grunts softly. "Not mad at you Doll." With a shake of his head his arms tighten around my body, pressing me further into his warmth. "I'm pissed off at the world, at Hydra, at myself. I just- it's always something isn't it? I'm always clueless and lost, never having memories, and it always leads to someone else's pain."

Putting a hand on his scruffy cheek, I guide his face to look at me. "Buck, nothing that happened to me is your fault and i-"

"It is Doll, I could have saved you or gone with you. You wouldn't have had to be alone and tortured for so long. If I had-"

"James Bucky Barnes if you don't shut the hell up and listen to me I will call Wilson and let him carry me to my room." I arch my brow as my thumb brushes over his cheekbone, laughing softly as his mouth snaps shut. "Sarge, what's past is past, it can't be changed. I don't want it to change. I have these powers for a reason and if I improve more I could really help people Buck. I don't regret what I went through. And yeah it sucks that you don't know who I am, but that's not your fault B. Just like all those things the Winter Soldier did wasn't you. Despite what you believe, you are not to blame. You were tortured and used for far longer than I was in much worse ways. I'd kill every Hydra agent I could get my hands on if it meant you'd understand how important you are to the team, how cared for and wonderful and talented. I know the memories, the nightmares, haunt you, and they probably always will because your heart is so big that it just has to feel the loss that doesn't belong to your hands. But you need to understand that the only person you need forgiveness from is yourself Buck. A little secret? Tony forgave you long ago. He saw that you were a good man forced to do bad things and he understood that on some level. I forgive you for throwing me down so many hallways. While you have nothing to be sorry for, you are still forgiven Bucky."

A large, rough hand was gripping my chin as soft lips crashed onto my open ones.

With a small gasp my hands slid up into soft hair, pulling the broken man further into the kiss. It was desperate and passionate, teeth clashing and noses bumping every so often.

The floor swayed beneath me as Bucky walked us to my room, kicking the door open as his lips never left my own. Careful of my sore body, Bucky gently laid us on the bed, his large frame caging me in as my legs wrapped around his waist.

The kiss slowed, desperation turning into wonder, passion into longing. The kind of longing one has for rain after being trapped in the desert for too long. Strong hands that have once ended lives, that are capable of such violence; caress my body like it is made of the finest porcelain. Like I am a gift he is afraid to break. The metal hand is hesitant, almost scared, of the pressure it pressed into the delicate skin of my neck as he tilts my head to the side, lips trialing down my chest, his brand pressed into my very being.

Only then as I finally take a real breath do I notice the wetness upon my cheeks.

Buckys mouth stops above my heart, forehead resting against my shoulder as he listens to the steady beat within me. My hands run up his back, into his hair, and down his broad shoulders until he finally raises his head.

For the first time in years I see the Bucky Barnes I fell in love with. The man running from demons he couldn't see, lost in a time he didn't understand and a mind he no longer owned. His eyes were filled with torment and confusion and anger... and something I'm far too scared to even entertain the thought of just yet.

"I need to remember you Doll. I have to. I know you, I know I do, everything inside of me is screaming at me to remember, to hold you and to protect you. I can't not remember you."

I bring his lips back to mine and press a chaste kiss to them. Giving his nose a little nudge with mine I swipe away the couple tears slowly traveling down his cheeks. "I already told you Sarge, I'll remember for us both. I think you already know I won't tell you any of our stories, just like you know why. I don't want you beating yourself up over things you can't change, agonizing over things you can picture but not remember will make it worse. Plus, I want you to learn to trust me as me, not just who I tell you I am. And if one day you do get those memories back.. well, I hope nothing changes. I hope that we can find our own way even with the missing pieces.."

Pulling him into a deep kiss, I arch into his body and promptly jump to the other side of the room, leaving him sprawled out and confused on the bed.

Turning towards the bathroom I strip off my top and throw it towards the bed. "I think I need to shower this wonderful day off now." After turning on the hot water I poke my head back out the door. "Well Sarge, are you coming?"

My last coherent thought as I run to the shower in a fit of giggles is I have never seen a man so rugged and serious look so much like a kid on Christmas morning in my life.

***

Fucking Barnes. I swear I hate that stupidly attractive, oh-so-chivalrous, Mr. OverProtective assbutt. Waltzing into the shower with a cocky smirk, body on display for my eyes only. That stupid arrogant chuckle when he heard my heart skip at the beauty (and size) of him.

Here I am being oh so kind and lovely, offering him a nice hot shower with a very naked me.

And he has the AUDACITY to actually care about my well-being and say "Doll I just stitched you up myself and as much as I'd like to fuck you until you're a screaming, begging mess, it's going to have to wait until you have the energy for me."

Stupid Barnes with his bubble filled hair and soap slicked body. With his stupid strong hands currently spreading shampoo through my hair, sometimes stopping to massage my neck and run along my shoulders. So so so stupid.

With a groan I lean my head against his chest feeling his body rumble as he lets out a soft chuckle. His beard scratches dangerously against my throat as he leans down to whisper into my ear. “Turn around Draga mea.”

A shiver rolls down my body as I slowly spin around to face him, cursing the man the whole whole of course. Until he tenderly begins to clean around my wounds, blue eyes rarely leaving mine, emotions crashing like tidal waves beneath the surface.

Once he finishes the delicate task, his hand begins to travel along my ribs, a sultry smirk making its way to his face. “That was a dirty trick you played earlier Draga, it’s not nice to tease.”

“The only one teasing here is you Sarge.” I pluck the rag from his hand and take a step back, allowing the hot water to run down my body. My empty hand slides slowly over the mound of a breast, gliding down my stomach only to glide back up to pinch and soothe one of my nipples. The other begins running the soapy rag over my chest and down my stomach, eyes never leaving Buckys darkening ones. “You probably couldn’t make me scream anymore anyways. What do they say about age? And virility? Oh yeah-”

Suddenly I was smashed between the wall and a giant super soldier with lust blown, glaring eyes pressing his body into mine. His hands gripped my hips so hard there would inevitably be bruises in the morning. Not that I minded. At all.

A small squeak escapes my lips as he shoves his (beefy) thigh between my own pressed it flush against my core. My breath reduced to shallow pants within seconds as he trails his lips up my neck only stoping to leave little Bucky Bites until his nose is nuzzling at my ear. “You’ve got quite the mouth Babydoll, I would fuck that attitude out of you but I think you need to learn a lesson don’t you?”

Before I can even open my mouth he is pulling my hips down hard against his thigh, rocking them in an agonizingly slow pace, his muscles tendering every few seconds.

“Buck, Bucky, please.”

“Soaked and begging already? My beautiful girl, you’re just gagging for my cock aren’t you.”

The muscles in my stomach tense as Bucky leans down and captures a nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth and tongue, letting it out with a soft pop, only to repeat the process until I’m a whimpering mess.

Letting out a load groan I press my hip against Buckys hard cock and rock into him. “Bucky, Buck, please, I need you, needed you for so long.”

A startled gasp followed by a loud moan escapes my lips as Buckys fingers press against my clit, metal hand pinching and rolling my nipples as his delicious mouth pressed into mine. His tongue traces my lips, pressing its way into me as his fingers begin circling my clit faster. Breathy moans are captured between his bruising kiss, teeth nipping and pulling at my lips as my hands explore the dip of each muscle, brushing through the trail of hair leading to his impressively rigid cock, trailing over his shoulder and scratching down his strong back.

I lay my hand over his metal one, feeling him immediately tense up as I wrap my fingers around his and nudge his flesh hand away, replacing it with cool metal. With a soft moan I rock my body into his, pressing my heated core against his soothingly cool fingers. I pull my lip between my teeth, biting it nervously as I look up to see Buckys reaction.

My hips jolt when he lets out a dark growl, his eyes predatory yet filled with a warmth meant for me. Once again my back is shoved into the wall, his lips kissing bruises into my own, as his fingers make there way to my entrance, teasing swipes until he finally, finally, pushes one inside. My body clenches he’s around him, begging to be filled but desperate enough to start riding the single digit.

“Look at you Draga, so desperate for release, body practically begging to be fucked by me. Fuck. You’re gonna be the end of me, I just know it.”

Another finger enters and then another, cool metal shifting and vibrating inside me. All I can do is moan in response, breathing out a broken Bucky as my hand wraps around his cock.

His jaw tenses as a low grunt is heaved from his chest. He’s about to protest until I begin to pump his large length, my thumb swilling over the head every few pumps. A growl rumbles through his chest and then he starts to absolutely tail my pussy with his metal fingers. He wraps an arm around my waist and uses it to pull my body down harder onto his hand, my breasts bouncing, his beard leaving burns on the sensitive flesh as he sucks them into his mouth once more.

“Bucky, oh Buck, missed you, this, fuck, you’re so- I jus-”

With a whimper I cut myself off before I say something I shouldn’t. I can feel Buckys abs begin to tense and I know he’s getting close, and suddenly his thumb is rubbing my clit with a fiery passion, his fingers crooked and hitting that spot inside just so.

I’m a screaming mess, Buckys name falling from my lips like honey. The knot is coiling so tight I’m scared of letting it go, of this ending after so long waiting for my rain.

“Say it again Draga, scream my name so pretty, let them hear.”

The coil fucking shatters. My back arches from the wall as my hand twists, Buckys name ripped from my lungs like a gasp for air until I feel his mouth connect with mine again. His kiss is soft and warm as his fingers slow inside me, his cum coating our stomachs.

“What was that about virility and not making you scream? I think my old age is affecting my hearing Doll.”

A tired giggle tumbles from my mouth as I lightly hit his shoulder. “I was just humoring you Sarge, can’t let your poor ego get hurt now can we.”

With his face pressed into my neck he left a smattering of soft kisses and bites, his smile pressed into my skin the whole time.

“How kind of you Doll, I’ll be sure to avoid touching this pretty pussy again so you won’t have to go through the pure torture of humoring me and my ego though. Will that make you happy?”

Pressing a kiss to his lips I nuzzle my nose along his throat until I reach the spot behind his ear, nipping and sucking until a beautiful red mark starts to form.

Pulling away I look up at him, slowly bringing my cum cover hand to my lips, tongue capturing every drop, Buckys jaw tensing and his hands giving my hips a warning squeeze. “If that was torture, I’d be happy to let you do whatever you want with me for however long you’ll have me Sarge.”

In a blink I’m outside the tub wrapping a fluffy towel around my dripping body. “You were right about my energy levels too, I’m starving, you gonna come eat dinner with me Handsome?”

I love this stupid man.

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #avengers fic #black widow #bucky barns fanfiction #marvel #spiderman #avengers #captain america #endgame #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x oc #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes smut #fic rec #winter solder #wanda maximoff #the falcon #tony stark #iron man #tfatws

[wlntrsldler]

Fine Line (Bucky Barnes Falling Series)

A/N: This is the sequel to Falling. This will be the second installment to my Falling (Bucky Barnes) Series. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!

PROMPT: Bucky has been distant lately. Y/N doesn’t know why.

WARNING: slight mature content but not in detail, ANGST, SADNESS, fluff

FALLING | FINE LINE | SHE

SERIES MASTERLIST

-

“Nat, I’m begging you,” Bucky pleaded, getting on his knees in front of his teammate. “Tell me where Y/N went.”

Nat pitied him. It hurt to see him so broken, begging for her to tell him where you went, but her loyalty was with you. She promised to you that where you went would stay with her and only her until the grave. “I can’t, Bucky.”

“Nat.” His voice cracked, tears slipping from his eyes. “I don’t know what else to do. Her phone is disconnected. I called everyone she knows. Nobody knows where she is. Nat, please.”

“Get up, Barnes,” She sighed, pulling the soldier by his arms. “Y/N made me promise I wouldn’t say a word. I don’t agree with what she did, running away and leaving you with no trace, but it’s what she wanted. She didn’t want you to all of a sudden start acting like you love her again just because you realized she’s not there anymore.” 

“Again? What do you mean again?” Bucky questioned, rising to his feet. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, using it to wipe his nose and the tears on his cheeks. “I never stopped loving her, Nat.”

“You sure have a funny way of showing it.”

“I can explain.”

Nat’s face paled after Bucky’s explanation, realizing that she needed to bring Bucky to you, even if it was the last thing she did. That’s how he ended up in California on your doorstep, with the most panicked look on his face. 

You heard the first knock over the loud bass of your breakup playlist. You ignored it, remembering that Nat was the only one who knows where you were and she had you memorize a secret knock for your protection. It was a bit over the top to you, but as an Avenger, she wanted to take safety precautions. 

Then a second knock. A third. A fourth. 

You pressed pause on your phone and walked over to the door. You looked through the peephole and saw Bucky. You dropped the phone in your hands, not believing your eyes. What the hell was he doing here?

You debated on even opening the door. Leaving Bucky nearly killed you, you almost didn’t do it. It was a shock, a miracle even, that you had the courage to get up and leave. You knew that you were too vulnerable, too in love and too attached, to be able to walk away from him a second time. All it takes is for those beautiful, blue eyes, that you used to wake up to every morning to take one look at you. All it takes is his voice, rough around the edges but soothing, calm, home. All it takes is one touch to reignite the spark that you convinced yourself has burned out between you. That’s all it takes. 

You started to back away from the door, having gone through enough breakups in your lifetime to know how it goes. You leave. They beg for you to stay. They promise they’ll change. Things are good for a while. Then they remember why they became distant in the first place. Next thing you know, it’s over all over again. You couldn’t lose Bucky a second time. The first time was painful enough. 

“Y/N, please.” His voice croaked out from the other side of the door. “I know you’re in there. Baby please, let me explain.”

You gasped upon hearing his voice. Baby. Your heart broke after hearing how broken he sounded, the way the pet name still rolled off his tongue with such familiarity. it was overwhelming. 

“Look, I get it if you don’t want to see me..” Bucky leaned against the door, mumbling into the wood. “But please listen to me. I know I don’t even deserve that, but please, doll. I’m begging you.”

You stayed silent, pressing your ear against the door. Why are you doing this? A part of you knew that no matter what he said, no matter what excuse, you would open the door and fall apart in his arms. It’s Bucky. It’s your Bucky. 

“Okay,” He sighed. “In the small chance that you are listening to me, I can explain why I’ve been so distant lately. I was scared, doll. I-I’ve been doing these treatments with Tony that’s supposed to reverse what HYDRA did. In hindsight, it was supposed to diminish the effects of the trigger words on me and I could become Bucky. James, the one that I would tell you about.”

“But it didn’t always work..” He trailed off, staring at his metal hand, a reminder of the monster that he became. Even after HYDRA, he was still suffering. He had lost so much because of the Winter Soldier, he’ll be damned if he loses you too. “Some days it would make me worse. It was a lot of trial and error, I knew that going into it. I couldn’t tell anybody, not even Steve.”

“You don’t understand how badly I wanted to tell you. All those talks about our future, marriage, kids, all of that, suddenly started to feel like it could be a reality instead of just my wildest imagination.” Bucky chuckled. “But the treatment was a push and pull sometimes. Sometimes I’d feel like it was working and I’d be so excited to come home to you and kiss you. God, I miss kissing you.”

You wiped the tears from your face, missing the way his lips felt on yours. They were always chapped but the minute your lips touched, none of it mattered. You’d kiss him even after missions, lips busted and bloody. You’d kiss him in his sleep, pull away and watch the smile cover his face as he started to wake up. You’d kiss him when you were making love, incoherent words of love and affirmation as you both reached your release. You miss kissing Bucky, you truly do.

“Other times, I would lose control over my arm and it would just crush everything in sight. They’ve had to confine me in a cubicle until the symptoms wore off.” Bucky looked down, remembering the painful memories. “Being tortured by HYDRA was painful but this... Y/N, this was something else.”

“I was being tortured by my own self.” He paused, flexing his metal arm. The mechanical whirring made him cringe. “I was fully aware of what I was doing. I was Bucky but my arm was being controlled by someone other than me. Doll, I was so scared. I-if I were to come home, I wouldn’t have had control over hurting you.” 

“I couldn’t live with myself, if that happened. If something happened to you, I-” Bucky broke down, voice shaking as he continued his story. “I just couldn’t come home like that.”

You backed away from the door, undoing the locks. You took a deep breath before opening it. Bucky wasn’t expecting it. He fell over once the door he was leaning on, disappeared. 

You tried to hold in the giggle that was threatening to escape your throat when you saw the scene in front of you. Bucky, on his face, a hurt expression on his features. He looked up at you and instantly his demeanor changed. Your Bucky. 

He smiled, his real smile, despite his glossy, red eyes, He scrambled to get up and face you. Once he was on his feet, he tucked his hands in his front pockets, rocking back and forth. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Buck.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

You couldn’t help it anymore. You wrapped your arms around his torso and buried yourself in his chest. Home. He laughed at the sudden contact, not because of your reaction but because he was genuinely happy. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, picking you up to spin you. 

He kicked the front door closed and put you down, breathless from laughing so much. “I missed you.”

You refused to let go of him, your arms still wrapped around him as you looked up to reply. “I missed you more.”

Bucky leaned down and kissed you. You let out a broken cry when you felt his lips move against yours. It’s been too long. You missed this so much. This felt like Bucky. You guys were back. 

You two only pulled away from some air, goofy smiles plastered on both of your faces when you did. He connected his forehead with yours, eyes closed, cherishing the moment. Bucky would periodically leave pecks on your cheeks and lips, loving the way you giggled each time he did. He missed your laugh. 

“I’m sorry for not listening to your explanation before leaving.” You apologized, genuinely feeling guilty for your actions. 

“I don’t blame you.” He admitted, hands finding yours. He played with your fingers, taking extra care with the one in his metal hand. “I’m just so happy you gave me the chance to explain.”

“Didn’t really give me much choice now, didn’t you?” You teased, pulling him back into an embrace. “You show up on my doorstep, two timezones away from where you were.”

“I guess I didn’t.” Bucky kissed the top of your head, letting the scent of your shampoo overtake his senses. That’s all he wanted. To smell you. To touch you. To see you. To taste you. To hear you. You. That’s all he wanted. “I can’t lose my best girl.”

“Always a charmer, Barnes.” 

You stared at each other for a moment. There was a shift in the air. For months, both of you were deprived from touch. Bucky was never around and you started to distance from him, neither of you were cruel enough to be touched by someone other than each other. You both knew nobody else could fulfill the touch you both so desperately needed. 

Bucky kissed you hungrily, his tongue pushing past your lips. You moaned into his mouth, hands clawing down the front of his body. Your teeth tugged softly at his lips, a weakness of his. He groaned a beautiful sound as you pushed him, ushering him into the bedroom. 

-

You woke up next to Bucky. You almost cried at the sight, not being able to remember the last time you saw this image. 

Bucky was shirtless, a blanket barely covering his body, hair sprawled out on the pillow, and his mouth slightly, agape. He looked peaceful. His arm was under you, pulling you into his gravity. You could feel his heart thumping against his chest, a rhythm you could listen to forever. 

You leaned over to plant a quick kiss to his lips. You meant for it to be quick but his lips attached themselves to yours. You kissed back, smiling through the sweet exchange of love. You squealed as he pulled you closer to him, bare chests pressing against each other. He continued to kiss you for a few more minutes, not wanting to let go. 

“I want to wake up like this everyday.” He muttered, eyes still shut. “Just like this.”

“Your eyes aren’t even open yet so technically you haven’t woken up.”

He opened his eyes slowly, stretching his limbs out in the process. He stared at your face, his smile getting wider when he realizes you’re staring at him. Bucky’s eyes dart down to your exposed chest, a dirty smirk replacing the innocent smile he had on before. “I can wake up like this everyday.”

You smacked him across the chest, laughing at his words. “You dirty man.”

“You’re hot, babe.” He defended, pulling you close to his body again. “Take the compliment.” 

You cooed in adoration, loving the way warmth radiated off of his body. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Bucky replied, not missing a beat. His fingers started to draw shapes on the small of your back, not missing the way you shivered under his touch. You were always so responsive, even in the most innocent way. “I love you, so much. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

“You’re not gonna lose me.” You said, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. You placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I’m sorry for leaving without giving you a chance to explain. I just thought I already lost you.”

“Never,” He murmured. “I just wanted to become the best version of me for you. You deserve that.”

“James Buchanan Barnes,” You half-scolded, tilting his head down so he could look into your eyes. “You are the man I fell in love with. I will love you even if it’s the worst version of yourself, you hear me? You are a good man. You will never lose that. I will never lose sight of that.” 

“How did I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself that too.”

You laid there in silence, enjoying the closeness of your bodies. It’s been too long. Bucky looked down at you, head on his chest and wondered if in this lifetime, he’d be able to truly live. Enjoy the love that he watched his parents have. See the world as a tourist with you by his side. Grow old with you and have children and grandchildren and pets, lots of them. He wondered if life would be kind enough to give him the life he’s been yearning for since before the war. He wondered if the void that he’s been trying to fill was in the shape of you. It sure seemed like it.

He laid there frozen, not wanting to disrupt your rest. Your soft snores made Bucky smile. He wasn’t able to sleep without the white noise that he grew to love. The nights he fell asleep without you next to him were some of the worst nights. He wished you were beside him. He wished that even now with you practically laying on top of him. He wanted you closer to him, if that was even possible. 

You began to stir, eyes fluttering open for the second time today. “Let’s make breakfast.”

You untangled yourself from him, instantly regretting it. You already missed Bucky’s body next to yours. You quickly slipped on his t-shirt and tossed his boxers on the bed for him to put on. He slipped it on and ran towards you as you put your hair up in a low ponytail. “You’re gonna have to cook with me on top of you.”

You threw your head back laughing, placing one hand over the arms wrapped around your waist. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Once you guys got to the kitchen, Bucky excused himself to go to the bathroom. You merely nodded, engrossed in the directions behind the box of pancake mix. You started to measure the ingredients, plopping the batter on the pan. You hummed to yourself as you waited for the pancakes to brown around the edges. 

“Y/N..” Bucky called from the doorframe of the kitchen.

“Mhm?” You responded, still focusing on the pancake in front of you. 

“Turn around.”

“What’s up, Buck? I’m making panca-” You turned around, the half cooked pancake on your spatula. “Oh my God.”

The pancake fell off your spatula, a blob of batter staining the kitchen floor. You covered your mouth with your hands. 

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N,” Bucky started, raising the velvet box while he was on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You nodded furiously, rushing over to him to kiss him. He got up, grabbing your face in his hands to deepen the kiss. You pulled away, the smile returning to your face. Bucky’s hands shook as he tried to put the ring on your finger. You both took turns wiping the tears off of each other’s faces. “It’s perfect.” 

You two stood there, repeating your declarations of love over and over again. The pancake batter was long forgotten. You admired the ring on your finger and the man you would vow to love forever. 

Marrying Bucky seemed too good to be true. The love you two shared was something you swore only existed in the movies. 

It was the vast ocean, deep and unexplored. It was scary, intimidating, and you don’t know if you’ll make it out of it alive. It’s risky and overwhelming.

But your love was also the first chirp of a bird that you hear after a heavy thunderstorm, reminding you that everything will be okay. It’s the love that reminds you of the beauty in the ugly. 

Your love was the moon and the stars, the sun and the clouds, the dew on the blades of grass, the smell of freshly baked cookies. Your love was everything grand. It was the big picture of life, but it was also the details, so simple, so subtle, but it was yours. It’s your love. 

It’s indescribable but it makes sense to the two of you. That’s all that mattered. 

Your serene moment was interrupted by a synchronized knock on the door. Nat. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, motioning Bucky to follow you to open the door. You looked through the peephole to see a distressed Nat. You quickly undid the locks, Bucky right behind you when you opened the door. 

Nat took a look at the two of you, her signature smirk appearing on her face. “Nice to see that you two worked it out.”

“Thanks, Nat.” Bucky said sheepishly, his hand finding your hip bone and giving it a squeeze. “What are you doing here?”

Her smirk dropped from her face, her shoulders falling heavy. “We have a problem.”

“What happened?” You asked, leaning against Bucky.

“Thanos.” She stated, nervousness evident in her voice. “Thanos is coming.”

-

“Y/N, something happened.” 

You looked at Steve, dumbfounded. “Is he hurt?”

“When Thanos snapped his fingers, half of all living creatures vanished,” He started, looking down at his feet. “Bucky... Bucky was one of them.”

You shook your head, not believing his words. You repeated the words, “No, that’s not true. “Steve, where is he?” “How do we get him back?” You sobbed violently, Nat having to wrap her arms around you to muffle your cries. 

Your head was propped up on Nat’s shoulder, giving you the perfect view of the dimly lit bathroom where you were before Nat and Steve arrived. Your mind thought back to the two small lines you saw on the test. Positive.

You fell apart in her embrace, still not coming to terms with the information they delivered. 

Bucky’s not around anymore. 

-

MAIN MASTERLIST

TAGS:

I wasn’t sure if you guys wanted to be tagged for the second part, let me know if you guys want to be removed from the taglist for the final part! :)

@hurricane-abigail | @youaremyfiveever | @multi-fan-lover | @ladyofhellhounds | @readsreblogsfics | @heda-mikaelson | @winterseba-ficrec | @learisa | @iheartsebastianstan | @5sossebby | @stainedsouvenirfavs | @jessyballet | @vintagemichelle91 | @wxntersoldiers | @tfandtws | @chelsey-3922 | 

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #winter soldier series #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier one shot #winter solder angst #winter soldier x yn #winter soldier x reader #marvel #marvel series #marvel imagine #the avengers #frances song fics #frances writes #falling fic

[allandoflimbo]

Ashens (Part 2)

Summary: She falls in love with Bucky Barnes from the moment she sees him. Bucky, still in love with a woman from his past, hates Y/N and plans to make her life miserable. To both their dismay, they are assigned together to go undercover into The Capitol for six months. There, they develop a heartbreaking friend with benefits agreement. Dystopian.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 4,020

Rating: M for Mature, E for explicit. Enemies to lovers trope, sharing a bed trope, friends with benefits trope, temporarily unrequited love, heavy angry sex, heavy on the angst, and very strong language.

Full Masterpage 

Year: 2019

Bucky didn’t like the pity as much as he didn’t like being alive.

Since the moment he stepped foot into the tower he had been nothing but looked down at like he was either scum or a pity party.

He didn’t like it.

He wasn’t a damaged puppy or a victim of abuse, as they all said.

He was a killer.

He was a terrible man who deserved to have died when he was young. That’s what he would’ve told you if you asked. But no one ever asked.

No one asked how he felt.

So he spent months the same way he was right now: alone with his thoughts.

He was in his room, a room with so much comfort that he thought it was hilarious that anyone felt he was deserving of it. He sat on the edge of his bed, his elbows were on each of his knees, and his hands ran through his hair as he stared at the floor.

His eyes closed tightly together as his chest grew tight.

His emotions were always all over the place. One second he didn’t feel deserving of life or love or redemption. But then the next he felt like he didn’t deserve to have been tortured or brainwashed.

He should have died - he should be dead. 

He shouldn’t have died, he should have been born in a different life where he could have lived his life to the full.

Steve was probably the only good thing that even came out of it. His best friend.

His throat tightens, as does his metal arm over his scalp.

It took a bit after he was taken in, for his mind to put things in piece by piece.

His memory came back little by little, and with each one, his psychological state only got worse.

People don’t know what it was like to witness the things he did.

He remembers the war, the Nazis, and Hydra.

He had been one of them. He remembers when The Holocaust happened; he remembers killing a family and a child, and he remembers the exact moment he pulled that trigger- killing JFK. He remembers it all. He remembers a different lifetime - not this.

Everything was different.

He felt robbed. Robbed of life, robbed of innocence.

But then today something happened that pushed him over the edge - finally.

He had been hanging out with Steve in the compound kitchen, Steve was showing him some throwbacks on Spotify to maybe try to shake him up with some good memories when a particular song by Ella Fitzgerald came on.

Bucky went ghostly pale. And then he saw her in his head.

He remembers his little apartment that was more like a room and his iron stove where he draped his jacket, revealing the suspenders over his tight white shirt.

He remembers looking over at her and their eyes meeting.

First, it was her image, then her voice, then her name, and then every single beautiful aching memory.

He remembers wanting to marry her.

Steve had gone silent the moment Bucky said her name, and by the look on his friend’s face, he knew that it hadn’t been a dream. She had been real. And he wanted to find her, he wanted to chase her down. He didn’t even care anymore that she was probably over one hundred years old by now, and most likely had already passed. He needed to find out about her.

Did she have a family?

Steve didn’t get in the way when Bucky asked Tony for help. Steve didn’t get in the way when Bucky found an article saying that she had died at just twenty-one years old by a gunshot to the brain, while he had been deployed.

And so he sat for eight hours straight, pulling on his hair and staring at the floor, feeling numb. He didn’t deserve this. But mostly, he was angry at himself for allowing Hydra to do what they did, even if he had no control over himself.

How could he have been so weak?

He remembers every curvature of her body and the sounds she had made. He remembers her kiss. She had been his baby, his innocent girl, and now decades later, just when he remembers their time together,  (a literal lifetime) he finds out she was dead. She was murdered.

He pulls tighter on his hair as he remembers every bad thing his metal arm has ever done. Every life it has taken. He knows he’s trash and there isn’t any going back to the boy he once was, the one that would always make a joke out of a situation. The one who always smiled and was happy.

Not anymore.

Because just when he thought there was a bright light, a slight chance of something good, it was taken away from him just like that.

And not by just any shooter - a Hydra agent. Something he was now a former of.

He might as well have pulled the trigger himself.

To make matters worst, the world was fighting a virus, something the earth’s mightiest heroes could do nothing about.

And so he vomited all over his room floor, between his feet, in utter disgust.

It didn’t take him too long to clean up, and not much longer. Afterward, he passed out on his bed, nightmare free.

Beacon Hill, MA

The little boy runs through the town in a hurry, hitting a middle-aged man on the arm, catching his attention. The little boy appears to be crying as he grips his hand to his chest.

A heavy fog engulfs the semi-busy street of Beacon Hill, its street lined by small coffee shops, a post office, and small boutiques.  More young couples and high school kids walk down the sidewalk. It’s your ordinary tight-knit community. A man kisses his wife on the steps of a furniture store. Some kids leave the local theatre in groups. People watch as the boy runs past them. Still panting, he turns the corner onto another street, which looks like an ally. The side street is empty, the fog appearing to become thicker in the air.  

The boy cries in pain, clutching his hand tighter to his body, stepping in puddles. The white wrap around his hand becomes soaked in red blood and it’s visible.  Clumsily, he tumbles onto the sidewalk, gasping for air. He turns onto his side as he screams, going into a fetal position.

His scream echoes out into the night.

Just a mile away, a fifty’s style diner is lit up by a blinking neon sign in bright red color: Pough’s Delight.

People sit around the semi-crowded restaurant, scattered about in different seats. A young couple sits by the window and a few older people sit on the stools lining the counter. Some talk among themselves happily, while other’s attention remains on the TV displayed in the corner.

A tv reporter speaks as an image of burning buildings, rioting, and people laying on the streets are shown. The bottom right of the screen reads Chicago.

“At this time, it is still hard to tell how and when help will arrive for all of us here in the US. Most of us trying to continue to live life as normally as possible. Chicago and most of the Midwest is finally seeing some of the same horrors we saw earlier last year in the middle east and France. The virus continues to spread farther east, people are trying to resort to their own means of protection. It is unknown when the presumed city of sanctuary, which they call The Capitol, will finally be open to the public, which is promised by the president, and it co-founders politicians Micheal and Beth Y/L/N. Until further notice, we warn that anyone that sees a sign of someone with the symptoms, to please report it to their local authorities and to stay safe. This includes—”

A brunette, late teens, in a white and red cheerleading outfit that reads BULLS, sits on one stool. She drinks a vanilla milkshake. A blonde boy, tall and pretty, wears a varsity jacket. He’s around her age and he’s sitting right next to her, his arm draped around her shoulder. Possessively.

Her eyes linger on the television,  and she looks afraid.

“You’ll keep me safe, right?” Despite her fear, she maintains a strong tone in her voice.

“If I don’t?” The boy asks, playfully. The girl smirks as her boyfriend nuzzles his face into her neck.

“Imma Hold it against you. Asshole.”

“They say it’s still too far from the east coast. It hasn’t even touched Pleasant Valley yet, and everyone’s secretly hoping it goes there and stays there -- in that hell hole.”

The girl chuckles.

“You’re just saying that because Emily Guinevere moved there last summer and you hold a grudge. Even so, when it gets here, I want to get the biggest penthouse they have behind that sanctuary wall they’re building. Imagine it. You and me, in a big bed, all day, all night; safe.” The boy picks at his straw with a snarl as the girl continues, dreamily.

“Pretty sure they already have that one saved for their weird daughter.” He says under his breath.

“I heard a rumor that the reason she still lives at home is because she went nuts and almost tried to stab her last boss and to avoid bad tabloid her parents insisted she just stayed home with them. Didn’t want to ruin their perfect reputation by risking her being seen walking out of some psycho house.”

You hear it all as you refill the white mug under the expresso machine. You briefly look down at your white top and blue apron, which had your name on it. You finish up the beverage with a snarl, sliding it across the counter to the older man who then nods you a thank you.

“It’s why she dropped out of college and can never get a job anywhere. Rumors at the Bulls says she used to eat her lunch in Mr. Ike’s classroom all through senior year. I don’t remember her much, I was a Freshman when she graduated. She’s lucky she’s a spoiled bitch with rich parents. They probably treat her like a princess. My bet is that she’ll be the last to die, without working a day in her life for it.”

Your grip tightens on the pocket of your apron and your head snaps up to look at the couple. You don’t realize your manager is standing off your left until she nudges you to get your attention.

“I need you to clear tables. I have to run out for a few minutes.” She tells you.

“Got it, Susan.”

She gives you a glare.

“Call me Mrs. Thompson or I’m sending you back to dishwashing duties.”

Susan leaves. You wipe down the counter, and it’s evident on your face how unpleasant you find your job. Yet, you continue to wipe, your eyes scanning around the diner until you’re once again met face to face with the local varsity couple.

You catch the end of the girl’s elbow with the wet towel. The girl gives you a dirty look.

“I’m sorry.” You say curtly.

The girl stares at you for a hard second before speaking up.

“That’s fine.”

You continue to wipe and your name tag is clearly visible to the girl. The girl’s face drops dramatically, her eyes drifting back to your face.

“You’re Y/N, Y/L/N.”

You smile.

“It’s fine. It’s not the first time I’ve been referenced to as a spoiled bitch in the third person. People see what they want to see.”

The girl gapes slightly.

“I didn’t — I don’t—”

You want to add something when the entrance to the diner opens wide.

The bells above the door ding obnoxiously.

You’re shocked to see none other than the guy you had been crushing on for the last two months. You couldn’t help it, he had a nice smile.

Your eyes linger longer than necessary on the attractive man. Your head snaps back to the girl who was still talking, but you couldn’t hear a thing.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You say, brushing her off.

You watch the man as you step away from the couple. Still in a daze.

The host grabs two menus and leads him and his friend to a table.

Will, your coworker, grabs your shoulder from behind playfully. You turn around only for a moment before going back to cleaning the counter. Will was funny and probably the only genuine friend you had.

He was in his early twenties, average height, brown hair, and matching brown eyes.

“You know, staring is rude.” He says.

“I wasn’t staring. I was gazing. Briefly.”

“It’s a pity. And you’ve only been nuts about him for the last few weeks, every single time he’s walked in here you look like you’ve seen a damn ghost.”

With an eye roll, You pick up your wet towel and walk towards the kitchen.

Will follows behind like a puppy.

“Shut up. I have tables to clean.” You say.

“Looks to me like you’d like to do way more than clean his table. If you know what I mean.”

You roll your eyes.

“Seriously, Will. Stop.”

“I don’t get why you don’t just say hi?” He smirks, standing in the door of the kitchen with arms crossed.

You toss the rag into the trash and walk past him and then grab a new clean one off the dish cart.

You make your way around the counter and to your first dirty table.

You hover in close proximity of cute-guy’s table, but not trying to make it too obvious. You pick up on his and his friend’s conversation. He’s giving his friend advice on ordering the pancakes.

The blueberry ones. You smile.

You’re finishing up the table when his arm hits his silverware off the side of the table. You bend down quickly and hand it over to him.

There’s a long pause as he takes it from you.

“Thanks.” He barely gives you a second glance. You clear your throat, a bit embarrassed.

“It fell. I’ll get you a new one.”

He nods at you, looking down at his menu. You, flustered, walk back towards the kitchen.

Will stands there, smirking. You want to punch it off his face.

“Nice, the old oops you dropped something move. Classic.”

“I swear to Lucifer, William if you don’t shut the -”

You’re abruptly cut off, as a loud commotion from near the register catches your attention and everyone else’s in the Diner.

You groan.

At the counter stands your mother; early fifties, in a tailored and expensive women’s suit, short blonde hair at her shoulders, makeup impeccable, and yelling at the hostess.

“Shit.” You say under your breath.

You toss the new wet towel and utensil in the kitchen sink and walk over to where the hostess stands. You could tell the poor girl was intimidated.

You take a deep breath when you approach the scene.

“Mom.”

Your mom’s shoulder’s relaxed drastically.

“Thank God, Y/N. I need you to come with me.”

“Mom, I’m working, I can’t just leave. Unlike you, I need this job.”

Your mother walks over to you and gives you a stern look. You knew that look, it scared you more when you were a child, but it still set you off the same way. She grabs your forearm tightly.

“You are coming with me. Now. Your dad’s already outside waiting.”

Your brows furrow together.

“Dad? What’s going on?” Your mom is reluctant for a moment. She goes from angry to afraid in a second. She looks around the restaurant and then back to you.

“In the car.”

“Mom-“

“Now.”

You look over your shoulder at Will. He looks at you sympathetically. A couple of the customers also watch, including the cute customer.

“Fine. Just let me put my apron back first.”

“No.”

You’re stunned. At lost for words and not in the mood to argue, you nod politely and follow your mother out the door. The door dings once more.

You arrive at the car - a black Tahoe. Your mother gets inside but you’re still outside, the car door open and waiting for you.

“Mom, please tell me what’s going on.”

“Get the hell in, now.” She says.

Your father sits in the driver’s seat, a light blue dress shirt hugging his shoulders, his right hand tightly around the steering wheel.

“Now!” He says, his tone louder than your mom's.

You swallow nervously and there are fresh tears in your eyes.

You get in and buckle up your seat belt. You meet your father’s troubled eyes in the rearview mirror.

“It’s here.” He says.

“What are you talking about?” You ask him, fearing you already knew what he was talking about.

“The Virus.” He answers.

Your mom doesn’t turn around when she speaks, “It’s here, they saw a boy running. But someone picked him up, we don’t know who yet. All we know is that it wasn’t enough time.”

“What do you mean, not enough time?” You ask.

“The Society, the wall that was supposed to build a safe place for everyone to live until there was a cure. The place half the country is expecting to be finished by now--it’s not.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning we have to get out of Boston. We need to move closer to The City, we need to finish our plan, so we can all be safe. We’re taking you there now.” Your dad explains.

“But I’m not ready, I’m not prepared, I don’t even have anything packed yet. You guys said it wouldn’t be here for months, even a year. If at all. Everyone said we were safe here. That The Capitol was just precautionary.”

“Yeah, well, we were all wrong.” He says.

Your hands start to shake and you are visibly shaken. You stare out the window of the car as your dad pulls out of the parking lot. You see a young woman kissing a young man outside of one of the theaters. Your gaze falters.

“Are we going to warn everyone?”

“We will. Not tonight, though.” Your dad says.

Your gaze snaps to your father’s in the mirror again.

“They need a chance, they need to prepare just as much as us.” You retaliate.

“Yes, but we don’t want chaos either. We need you safe first.”

Your life was always something that you tried not to take too seriously, or maybe you put so much effort into trying not to care that you ended up caring too much.

Your first car was a rusted little Jeep that had hundreds of recalls. It was so old it didn’t have aux feature so you would settle for any college alternative rock station. It was in that said car when you were waiting for the skies to finally open up into a downpour that the first drop of mention of the killer virus came on the radio. You remembered being afraid, but then it had also made sense. Your parent’s secrecy made sense, and they explained it all to you that night.

You understood their intentions for the wellbeing of the entire world, and it was something the media and your peers always misunderstood.

It’s why you had no genuine friends and why you had formed such a tough shell.

Screw them if they didn’t like you for who you were, or that they never even gave you a chance. That’s what you always told yourself, but you knew deep down that it hurt. You were like all of them - you liked binge-watching the best of the best tv shows; you were even part of a fandom. You loved music; you loved to sing, and you were an extroverted introvert. You had a sense of humor that always made yourself laugh.

On your eighteen birthday, you got a tattoo of a little cobra on the back of your neck. It had no meaning. You just got it for the sake of having it. Because that’s who you were.

You were carefree, and you loved too hard.

It’s why as soon as you and your parents got home just to pick up some things you had no business knowing, you quickly sneaked out to run to the drugstore down the street. You maintained cautiously. You wanted some snacks for the road, something for your mom and dad. You got your dad’s favorite - a Toblerone, and your mom’s: a bag of skittles.

You almost consider picking up the Avengers theme skittles, eyeing Captain America’s a second longer than was necessary.

But you had to stay focused. The surrounding people did not understand what was happening, but you did. It made you feel selfish.

You tucked the snacks into your bag and went around the house so no one could see you sneaked out. That was the plan until you saw your front door slightly ajar and an unfamiliar car parked out front.

You felt something deep in your stomach that you couldn’t place. You knew something wasn’t right.

Slowly, and afraid, you got closer to the door, being sure to make no noise as you did so. You were half expecting you would need to enter your house to find out what was going on, but you stumbled back slightly in shock when you realized you didn’t have to look very far.

The scene in front of you was out of a horror movie and you wanted to scream and tell the man to get away from your parents, but you knew better than that.

There they were on a chair, their hands tied behind their backs in and their feet tied together. They had a black blindfold over their eyes.

Your mom was sobbing, and your dad was deadly silent.

What shocked you the most was that it was the man from the diner, the cute one, and he had a gun pointed straight to your mother’s head.  

There was a skull with tentacles on his upper left chest that hadn’t been there before.

You knew that pin. Everyone did.

“Where is it?”

His voice was thick with demand and authority.

“I won’t tell you.” Your mother snarled through heavy tears.

“Where is the damn reserve? Your people won’t survive, anyway. We’ve had this under plans for years. It was always in the plan of Hydra to take over The Capitol and make it ours. We will be the survivors. Dirt and grime like you should fend for yourselves,” he shifted from feet to feet and turned the safety off. The click sent a shiver through everyone in that room, “Now tell me where it is?”

“No!” Your mom yelled and that must’ve struck a nerve in the man because in a blink of an eye he moved his hand just an inch over and shot your father straight through the head.

Tears were running down your face and you fell back. And then with another bang, your eyes went up to the sky and you started gasping for breath. You knew very well that that second shot was for your mother.

You quickly,  and as best as you could through heavy nerves and heavy breathing, backed away from the door and towards the side of the house, to get away from the man. You couldn’t let him see you. But he knew you had to be around somewhere.

He knew they had picked you up. He knew about you.

To the best of your abilities, you crawled yourself as far as you could closer to your neighbor’s house and into their own yard. You tried your best to ignore the pain you were feeling so you could save your own life.

You crawled under the bushes and made your way closer to the white siding of your neighbor’s home.

You had to ignore the agony you were in and the sharp sobs racking through your chest; you had to run.

Part 3

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader series #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes angst #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #winter solder fanfiction #winter soldier fanfic #allandoflimbo #alandoflimbo #ashens #ashens part 2 #ashens chapter 2

[lokidoukey]

#bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #the winter solder #marvel #fanfic #fangirl #fanfiction #x reader #wattpad #story #shoutout #love #smut #marvel smut #bucky fic #bucky barnes #white wolf #marvel universe #hero #marvel heroes #bucky fanfic