#TFATWS fiction

[eufezco]

BUCKY'S SECOND FIRST TIME

bucky x fem!reader (smut with plot) no use of y/n

All of this... Bucky hadn't had time to think about when it would happen again, he didn't even think it would ever happen again. He didn't even think deserve to have that kind of intimacy with anyone, didn't think that anyone would want to be in that situation with him.

It's been decades and now his head was full of bizarre thoughts. He had nightmares every time he tried to get some sleep, so the idea of spending the night with somebody was completely out of the table. He was witnessing a complete stranger take over his friend's shield and identity. He had not crossed a name off his list of amends for weeks, he had not answered any of Sam's messages and his psychologist was putting more and more pressure on him.

But in all that chaos there was you who always showed him a kind smile, who always asked him how his day was when you saw him come into the bar, exhausted. You who had his favorite drink ready before he arrived and who looked at him with hearty eyes. You thought you were being too obvious but it had been so long since anyone had looked at him that way that he didn't even notice it.

The day he took Sam to your bar was when he realized, and not even on his own. You were thrilled that he finally introduced you to one of his friends (his only friend in fact) and Sam was so funny and he was always picking on Bucky which made their dynamic even more fun to watch. They arrived almost at closing time so it was just the three of you. That night you ended up closing two hours later, inviting them for a few beers and being walked home by the two of them since it was already very late at night.

—Dude, she's so into you —. Sam huffed a laugh while they walked back from your house.

Bucky arched his eyebrows in surprise and then frowned. —What?

—Oh come on, you gonna tell me you haven't noticed?

Bucky was getting more and more confused. —Noticed what?

Sam stopped on his feet and looked at Bucky in surprise. —Steve told me you used to be a heartthrob back in the day.

—Yeah, back in the day. When I was seventy years younger.

Sam rolled his eyes. —Two things. First, as much as I hate to admit it, you don't look a hundred and seven, and second, I can assure you that this girl is head over heels for you. —Bucky was silent, thinking, so Sam spoke again. —Ask her on a date.

So yes, he asked you out on a date. Well, if inviting you to his house for a drink could be considered a date. He didn't like to be seen in public places too much and fancy restaurants didn't go with him, so while he thought of something better for the second date, his house would work for this time. Bucky shook his head as he found himself thinking about a second date.

Bucky always tried to keep everything tidy, clutter annoyed him and made him even grumpier. But now as he let you walk into his house first he realized how empty it was. He barely had any furniture, only one chair, a small sofa, and a TV. He hadn't even bothered to buy a bed because he slept on the floor. He wondered what was going through your head when you saw his home.

—This is nice —. You stated. At first, you didn't realize how empty his apartment was, you were just appreciating that he had trusted you enough to take you to a place as private and intimate as his home. Then you did notice that some things were missing but you assumed that's all he needed.

Bucky was relieved when he heard those three words come out of your mouth.

You noticed how he kept his jacket and gloves on while he took out two glasses to pour you a drink. Whenever he came home the first thing he did was to take those two things off but with you there, it was different yet when he thought about it, he realized that it was fair that you knew and ran away if you wanted to. So when he caught you looking curious, he first got rid of his gloves, and you could already see the metallic fingers of his hand. Then he took off his jacket, revealing how the metal shaped his left arm.

—You're not going to ask about it? —Bucky thought he was getting ahead of you, saving you from the awkward moment of asking about what happened to him. He poured some liquor in the glasses.

—Do you want to be asked about it?

Bucky looked at you and shook his head. You nodded, understanding his decission. You figured he wouldn't want to talk about it, much less on a first date. Your question caught him off guard yet his answer came almost automatically. He didn't want to talk about it and it was the first time he had been given the option of not doing so.

The rest of the night went great. Bucky was very interested in everything you said. He didn't talk much yet you managed to get some information about him. He had a sister, his favorite fruit was plums, he enjoyed 40s music, and he was a cat person. Every time he told you something about himself, no matter how irrelevant it seemed, you found it fascinating.

You noticed that he was very observant, his icy blue eyes never stopped looking at you for a second. You found it cute, intimidating at times not knowing what thoughts went with those long, intense stares. His eyes were beautiful, captivating, so you could tell every time he broke eye contact to divert his gaze to your lips and then back to your eyes.

Each was on one side of his kitchen island, that way you could look at each other's faces while talking. You were leaning more and more on the table that separated you, taking advantage of the moments of laughter to get closer to each other until that way you kissed him.

At first, you felt him a little stiff even though the sigh that he had let out when you had finally kissed his lips told you otherwise. You parted ways. —Is this okay?

Bucky nodded and immediately after, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours again. It had been so long since he had kissed anyone that he didn't know if his lip movements were being too clumsy, if the clash of his teeth with yours was bothering you, or if his tongue slipping past your lips was okay. He did not know how to control his breathing that's why he let out little moans against your mouth, trying to catch his breath without having to leave your lips.

He felt like a teenager again. The tingling sensation in his lower abdomen made him want to run away and hide but at the same time did not want to part from your lips for anything in the world. He was afraid of the way you made him feel but at the same time he didn't want that feeling to ever go away.

Didn't know how or when but he ended up sitting on his couch with you on his lap. Your lips and his had come into perfect synchrony and the kiss was getting deeper and wetter. Oh God and he wasn't gonna complain. Your hands were pulling from the root of his hair, your hips rolled subtly against his crotch, his right hand was resting on your hips. Bucky felt how his jeans tightened right where you were sitting.

Bucky tried to keep his left arm away from you, holding your body on top of his just using his right one. He was aware that the touch of the metal was not the most pleasant in the world. It wasn't soft, it wasn't warm, it was nothing like a flesh-and-blood hand.

—It's okay. You can touch me, James —. You moaned against his mouth. Yet he was still a bit reluctant to do so.

In the end, you would have to be the one to gently grab his metal arm and guide his hand to your waist. You kept your hand on top of his metal one while pressing down so he could hold you as tight as he was doing with his other hand, also to assure him that it was okay. You moved your hand from him once you felt his metallic fingers carefully close and grip your body. You smiled in the middle of the kiss, the firm grip of both of his hands encouraged you to grind harder against his crotch.

You pulled his t-shirt over his head and allowed your fingers to travel down his abs until you reached the button and zipper on his jeans. Bucky hissed at the sudden contact and held your hips tighter.

—Wait —. Bucky said against your lips. He pulled away and you were afraid that you had done something wrong. All you had to do was pull down the zipper, but your hands immediately stopped what they were doing when he spoke. You ran your tongue over your lower lip, already missing Bucky's, and you noticed how pink and swollen his were. —It's been a long time since I —. He confessed.

—Oh. —You said in a sigh. —We can't stop if you—

—No. I just— I just wanted you to know. —Bucky groaned. —I'm sorry. I've ruined it. —He let his head fall on your shoulder.

You giggled and you brought your hands to his cheeks so that he would raise his head and look at you. —It's okay, James. You've not ruined anything. I'm glad you've told me. —You gave a quick peck to his lips. —I was just saying that if you want to stop or need to slow down I'm okay with that.

—I don't want to stop.

—Good. Me neither.

And Bucky crashed his lips against yours again. You finished what you started and unzipped his jeans while he pulled from the hem of your shirt and threw it away. Bucky cursed and brought his mouth to the skin of your breasts, using his lips to suck and kiss on it and his teeth for small bites. You moaned and pulled harder from his hair, making him groan. His hands wasted no time and right after they were unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans while his mouth left a trail of kisses from your boobs to your neck and collarbone until he reached your mouth again.

Your lifted your hips from his lap so your hand could sneak inside his underwear. Bucky did the same with your panties. Your fingers wrapped around his hard dick and Bucky's found their way to your clit. You moaned and closed your eyes shut when he started rubbing your bundle of nerves and Bucky's lips parted and let out all the air that he had in his lungs when your hand moved painfully slow from the tip of his cock to the base of it.

You pressed your foreheads together. Your thighs closed around his hand but he continued drawing circles on your clit and his mouth reached for your lips again. Bucky's hips thrust into your fist while some of his moans died in your mouth. He felt a wave of heat running through his body and that sweet knot formed in his lower belly.

—I need you inside, please —You whined.

You didn't have to beg anymore. You moved from his lap so you both could get rid of your jeans and underwear. You straddled him again, using your hands on his shoulders for stability when your fingers brushed the scarred skin that connected with the metal of his arm.

You noticed the worried expression on his face. He was looking at you with his eyebrows raised as if he was waiting for a reaction from you. A reaction of disgust. He could feel his chest rise and fall slowly because of his deep breathing and he was wondering what was going on in your head at the time.

You pressed your lips against his one more time, your hands moved to cup both of his cheeks. —It's okay. Just focus on me —. You mumbled into his mouth and he hummed in response.

Without stopping kissing him, your hands began to travel down. First his neck, then his broad shoulders, feeling again those scars he was so insecure about, and then his arms. His right one was strong, with perfectly defined muscles and the softest skin. His left one was cold and hard, not at all unpleasant to the touch. Your lips moving on his kept Bucky from overthinking.

He gasped when you reached his well-defined abdomen. You would have spent the whole night caressing and feeling his body under your fingertips but you were getting impatient. Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock to line it up at your entrance and gently lowered yourself. Bucky's mouth opened in a perfect "O" form as he gripped your waist tightly. You had to wait a few seconds to get used to the sensation before you started moving, he needed those seconds as well to get used to your tight walls squeezing him.

You started by rolling your hips against his, it was the best way to adjust to his size. Despite how wet you were you could feel that sweet sting caused by his width. You rested your forehead against his, you both were panting when you began to lift your hips and drop them back onto his cock. The sounds that came out of his mouth were music to your ears, the grunts coming directly from his chest made you vibrate.

You hugged him to feel him even closer. Bucky tried to hold on as hard as he could, he kissed your shoulder and softly sank his teeth into your skin there, getting a whine from you, but it was too much. Every time he felt his dick going fully inside you, the knot on his stomach became tighter, every time he heard you moaning his name in his ear he did his best to last a little bit longer but in the end, he found it impossible.

Bucky emptied himself inside you while he dropped his forehead on your shoulder and apologized for coming so quickly. —Don't worry. We have all night —. You played with the hair on the back of his head and allowed him to come back from his high.

And you spent the whole night until you heard the birds chirping. The stamina he had thanks to the super soldier serum was truly something else and he made it up to you until you felt completely disconnected from your own body and Bucky had to snuggle you next to him on the couch to let you sleep.

Bucky didn't sleep that night. He was afraid that if he did, he'd hurt you or scare you with his nightmares so he stayed awake all night, but he didn't mind either. He had his right arm around you and he held you against his body, your head was on his chest as well as one of your hands. He felt the warmth of your naked body against his under the blanket.

[squeezetheduck]

I am now and probably always will be a sucker for characters that are a little ‘too good’ for the world in which they exist, and the cynical characters that can’t help to fall in love with them for it

[tom-whore-dleston]

the three of them

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f. reader, Joaquin Torres x f. reader, Sam Wilson x f. reader

This fic contains: angst, multiple situationships, implied poly!reader, long distance, implied infidelity, poetry format

Notes: This is my submission for this week's @flashfictionfridayofficial theme: Great Expectations. The dating life is currently all over the place and I just wanted to dump all my feelings towards the relationships I have in a poetic way.

“What do you want?” They ask.

Isn’t it obvious?

You want Bucky.

But you also want Joaquin. 

And then there’s also Sam.

In a perfect world, you would have all three of them. 

Maybe even more if you wanted to.

Your heart is big enough to love them all the same.

Bucky feels a strong connection with you, yet he has Natasha.

It’s so confusing to both you and Bucky.

But Bucky makes you feel oh so good.

More than any other man has in your life.

Joaquin also wants you, but the distance between you both is greater than the yearning you have for one another.

Joaquin admires your artistic abilities and your passions.

He sees himself in you, hence why he loves you the way he does.

Someone said they see why you and Joaquin click.

Because you and Joaquin don’t take life so seriously.

You both know how to have fun and be silly.

You met Sam amongst the storm that is Bucky and Joaquin.

He is a safe haven for you. 

But this safe haven will be shipped off to the other side of the world before you know it. 

You have all this love in your heart that you’re ready to give.

But is now the right time?

Perhaps, there is another man, maybe woman, that is Bucky, Joaquin, and Sam combined.

They could be out there in this world.

It’s up to you if you want to explore that possibility.

But you’re not ready to let go of Bucky, Joaquin or Sam yet. 

You suppose that’s okay.

Until those dreams manifest into nightmares.

What do you want?

Who will you choose?

In the end, you must choose yourself, no matter what or who you want.

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[annikityk]

I also low-key have a headcanon that Bucky is actually rich in the present due to some investments in the 40s, so whenever Zemo tries to impress him with his wellness, Bucky's just "been there done that"

[violetmuses]

Hot Take 🔥

If Bucky and Sarah aren't OFFICIALLY viewed as a couple by the time Cap 4 is released, I'm leaving the theater. 🎟

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

I missed bucky’s birthday and I’m kinda upset with myself about it idk why

[queen-daya]

Happy Birthday Sam Wilson! (April 14, 1975)

[transexualpirate]

people comparing john walker straight up murdering an unarmed defenseless person and being treated as a bad guy because of it to steve disarming tony to defend himself (and bucky) and leaving him there alone but also being treated as a bad guy because of it is like. my 14th reason. one of these things is not like the other. one of these guys actually brutally and violently murdered someone and the other just got up and left. how can you actually think these are comparable

[melles1276]

Asking for a friend ...

What kind of flowers does Sarah Wilson like? 💐

What does she like in general? 🎁 I think she's a "down-to-earth" person, but that doesn't mean she's not liking some more "girly-stuff" (if you know what I mean), from time to time?

I'm an absolute lost cause in this regards ...

I need help! 😳

[bigbadripley]

Hiiiii can you write a Sam x fem reader where it's sam's birthday and he isn't with his family so he's sad and reader wants to cheer him up

Sad? On Your B-Day?

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader (Feat. Platonic!Bucky)

Warnings: No use of y/n, established relationship

Words: 517

Title from "DR. WHOEVER" by Aminé

"Happy Birthday!" You shouted, throwing your arms in the air as Sam entered the kitchen. He smiled with his lips but not his eyes as he sat at the breakfast bar. 

"Thank you, sugar, but I already told you I didn't want to celebrate this year." He said with a bummed tone. You placed your elbows on the bar and rested your chin in your palms, prompting him to look at you. His eyes were dark and dull, not a single shimmer in sight.

"And I told you that's too damn bad," You replied. "You don't get to age around me and expect me to leave you alone."

Usually, Sam would laugh at your stubbornness, but he kept his gloomy expression. It wasn't like him to act this way. You cocked your head at him, trying to gather what could be wrong from his eyes, but you weren't getting much. "What's troubling you, my love?"

Sam exhaled heavily before he responded, leaning back on the stool and crossing his arms over his chest. "Just hate not celebrating with my nephews. They facetimed me, but... I dunno." He explained the best he could. "It's not the same."

It all made sense now and caused you to frown, knowing he was sad on his big day. For as long as you've known Sam, he always made time for his family on his birthday, but after returning from a mission the day before, he didn't have time to return to Louisiana. 

You realized it was up to you to make this birthday special for him, so you called Bucky to explain the issue. He arrived within the hour and had picked up a few things from the drugstore party section. 

"Smells like cake in here," Bucky said upon entering. You nodded,

"Devil's food. Just pulled it out." 

You noticed he was carrying a balloon with Sam's face on it, dawning the Captain America getup, and couldn't help but burst out laughing. "That's your idea of cheering Sam up?" 

The loud chuckle erupting from your chest caused Sam to enter the room again, spotting his giant floating balloon head the second he stepped in from the bedroom. "Aw, what the hell is that, Buck?"

"It's true to size," Bucky answered, pulling the string between his fingers to the edge of the balloon and holding it next to Sam's head for comparison. "Happy birthday." 

Sam tried his best to hold back his laugh, face clearly contorting to keep his stoic expression in response to the joke. You motioned for him to come to you, and he did, snaking his arm around your waist upon arrival. He looked at the unfrosted cake, and the smile he was hiding peeked through again. 

"Sam Wilson, if you don't smile for me-" 

"Thank you, baby." Sam cut off your fake irritation and pulled you closer to his side, hunching slightly to kiss you. In the kiss, you felt the smile. As you pulled away, you saw the toothy grin and met it with your own. 

"I won't have to give you a birthday spanking after all."

[jessybarnes]

Rough With Me

Pairing - Sebastian Stan x Stunt Double Reader

Rating - 18 + Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags - SMUT, kicking, being stepped on, choking, face fucking, hair pulling, name-calling, degradation, metal arm kink, unprotected sex, a countdown to cum, language, mentions of blood, chase scene, and I think that’s it. 

Word Count -  2,394

Beta - None...all mistakes are my own.

Fic Aesthetic - Yours truly

Written for: @wermadashatters on TikTok.

A/N - This was based on a TikTok that my bestie saw where Sebastian kicked a stunt double into a table for TFATWS.

The crisp morning air whipped your hair around as you walked onto set. Birds chirped around you and the faint colors of the morning's sunrise blanketed across the sky like a painting. This wasn't the first time you'd filmed in Georgia, but it was the first time you were needed for this particular stunt. 

As a stunt double, you had to be prepared for anything. Cuts, bruises, blood, and even broken bones were possible in this line of work. Your parents supported you, sure, but it still concerned them whenever you visited them sporting a new injury.

The new series you'd been a part of was called The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, and you couldn't be happier. Being an avid Marvel fan, you jumped at the opportunity when they began looking for stunt actors. 

Taking a sip of your caramel macchiato, you caught sight of the director walking toward you.

"Y/N! Good morning! Lovely weather isn't it?"

A toothy grin spread across your face as you readjusted your bag on your shoulder.

"Mornin' Kari! Yes, it's so nice out."

She handed you a packet and began to walk alongside you.

"So, I wanted to talk to you about today's scenes. Well, one in particular. I know you're used to your line of work, but I always like to talk to my doubles to make sure they're one hundred percent okay with everything." 

You nodded and set your coffee down on a nearby table. At first glance, it didn't look like you'd be doing anything major, but something caught your eye on the last page.

"It's this one here." Kari's finger hovered over the middle of the page. "This is a warehouse scene. It'll be you, Mackie, and Sebastian. Now, the writers and I set the scene up to have you running away from Seb and Anthony."

She gestured to the stacks of boxes and shelving units in the makeshift set they built. "Once you come through that door and cut a hard right around those boxes there, Anthony is going to try and grab you, your jacket comes off slowing you down a bit. Seb is going to be coming from the opposite side and he is scripted to kick you into that table over there." 

Kari glanced at your face for some sort of reaction, so you opted for a soft smile.

"I appreciate your concern. You're one of the only directors who have asked my opinion. I'm down for anything you want to throw at me. I signed up for this, and if I gotta be kicked by Sebastian Stan to make the episode good then so be it."

She laughed and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Alright, great! I'll see you in about an hour." 

Forty-five minutes later you made your way to the warehouse. To someone who wasn't used to a film set, it would look like total chaos.

The crew ran around setting up lights, getting camera angles right, and moving set pieces to ensure the scene was ready. Sebastian's costume designer was making sure Bucky's prosthetic arm fit properly and Anthony was munching on a donut in a nearby chair.

"Y/N! Over here! I saved you a seat!"

Smiling, you chuckled and made your way over to him.

"Morning Mack! Good to see you!"

He offered you the box of assorted donuts.

"Thanks! So, how's Seb today? He seems...I don't know...off?"

Anthony swallowed the last of his breakfast and sighed.

"Seabass isn't particularly keen with today's shoot. He doesn't want to hurt you, Y/N."

You let out a breath and patted him on the knee.

"I'm gonna go talk to him."

As if on queue, the blue-eyed Romanian glanced warily in your direction. You moved to stand in his line of sight and looked up at him.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. You have nothing to be scared of, Sebastian."

He shook his head and ran the fingers of his right hand down your arm.

"You can't ask me to be okay when I'm scripted to kick you in the ribs, Y/N. These are steel-toed boots for God's sake!" 

Your free hand grabbed his left one and began rubbing small circles to try and soothe him.

"Seb, listen, I signed up for this. I can take it."

His concerned eyes locked onto your Y/E/C ones silently pleading you not to go through with it.

"How about this? How about we get this shot in one take, hm? Put some extra Seabass spice into Bucky's demeanor and give me one of those stern Winter Soldier stares or something. Blow Kari away and then we only have to do this once, okay?" 

He closed his eyes and licked his lips. The action of his tongue ignited a fire deep in your core that you tried desperately to ignore.

"Alright….alright I'll do it, but I'm gonna go all out. I don't want to do this more than once." 

"Okay everybody, places, please! We've got a lot to cover and only so many hours in the day."

Kari moved to sit behind the main camera while the rest of the crew got to their designated spots. She began to call out the rest of her orders as you, Seb, and Anthony moved into position. 

"Roll sound!" 

"Falcon and Winter Soldier warehouse fight sequence, scene twelve, take one,….marker,….and ACTION!" 

After a deep breath, you cleared your mind as you shoved the metal door open and ran. It was dark, mountains of boxes flanked you at a dead end.

"Hey! Stop!"

The sound of heavy footsteps closed in behind you as you took a hard right. Fingers gripping onto your jacket made you stumble, and you quickly freed yourself before breaking into a dead sprint.

"Buck, she's headed right for you!" 

As soon as you passed the last row of shelves, a boot connected hard against your side making you cry out in agony. Your body collided with a wood table smashing two of the legs. Your left hand wiped the trickle of blood from your brow as you scrambled backwards away from the super soldier. 

He stalked toward you, a murderous look in his eyes as he brought his boot down to rest on your sternum.

"Where is it?"

You struggled underneath him as you thrashed from side to side doing your best to break free.

"Like I'd ever tell you, Barnes!"

His eyes darkened and the pressure of his weight increased on your chest making it hard to breathe as he knelt down on his opposite knee.

"I said…" He hovered directly over your face, his metal hand gripping your chin tightly. "Where is it?!"

He raised his voice and squeezed your face a little tighter. Your free hand tried to pry him away, but he was too strong.

He licked his lips and leaned down so he was inches from your face. Your core throbbed, arousal dripping onto your panties as you tried to regulate your breathing.

"How about you stop being a bitch and give us the flash drive." 

"CUT! Guys, that was perfect! I think we got it, so no need to reset. Go ahead and break for lunch and we will meet back here at two for the next scene." 

The moment Kari called cut, Sebastian's eyes softened with worry. He pulled you to your feet, taking note of the way you winced when he touched the cut on your head.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry...I...I knew I shouldn't ha-"

You cut him off with a kiss, his body going rigid for a few seconds before pulling you flush against him. Your hands reached up into his hair and you licked his bottom lip asking for entrance. His hands found purchase on your hips and he let out a low groan. Taking the opportunity, you licked into his mouth desperately trying to gain friction to where you needed it most. 

Sebastian pulled away, his eyes dark with arousal as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"What was that for?"

Instead of answering him, you grabbed his hand and pulled him to a nearby supply closet. You shoved him in and locked the door behind you both.

"Y/N, wha-"

"Do you know how fucking hot that was, Sebastian?"

He furrowed his brow and searched your eyes for an answer.

"How...what...huh? Y/N, I just kicked you and practically stood on top of you...I...y-you liked that?"

A giggle fell from your lips and you began to pull off his costume.

"I think like is a bit of an understatement, baby." 

He cupped your cheek and kissed you again, softer this time. Once you finally got his pants undone, you pulled them down and practically ripped yours to get them off your legs.

"Seb, please… feel how wet I am."

You brought his right hand between your folds and moaned when his fingers brushed your clit.

"F-Fuck, baby… want you to be rough with me… love hearing you call me names like you own me." 

Sebastian nearly came undone at the sight of you before him. He had never been so turned on in his life. Something inside him snapped. It made him almost primal seeing you writhe against him, pussy dripping from his hand alone.

He shoved you against the door and kicked your feet apart.

"Look at you. So fuckin' needy for my touch."

He shoved two metal fingers inside you and curled them, immediately finding the spot that made you see stars. His free hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your moans.

"What a fucking slut. Getting all wet from what my character did to yours. Do you like that, Y/N? You like when I stuff Bucky's thick fingers in this tight little cunt?" 

Your eyes rolled back as you clenched around his digits, legs starting to shake from your impending orgasm.

"Don't you fucking dare, doll. You'll cum when I tell you to."

He pushed a third finger in and quickened his movements making you whimper. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold back, and you knew Sebastian knew that too. The moment his thumb touched your clit you screamed into his hand, your cum gushing down his fingers. 

The hand covering your mouth moved to your throat and squeezed slightly. "I fuckin' told you not to cum." He moved the hand that was on your pussy to your mouth and shoved his fingers past your lips. "Be a good girl and clean them off."

Your tongue lapped at them like it was your last meal, the taste of yourself making you moan.

"On your knees."

Immediately, you sank to the floor and looked up at him. He gripped your hair and shoved his boxers down to where his pants lay around his ankles.

"Open up, let Daddy fuck that pretty mouth." 

He slid past your lips and bit his when he felt himself slide into your throat.

"Fuck...What a good fuckin' girl."

He tightened the grip on your hair and set a brutal pace. You brought a hand between your legs and began small circles on your clit as drool and tears began to cover your face.

"You're such a cock-slut. Takin' Daddy's dick in your throat. You needy little whore."

Right before your second orgasm came he pulled you off him and brought you to your feet. 

"Gonna fill that tight little pussy with my cum, baby."

You pulled him down for a searing kiss and wrapped a hand around his cock stroking him slowly.

"Please, daddy… please fuck me."

Sebastian groaned and lifted you against the door. His hands roughly caressed your curves as he began leaving love bites anywhere he could reach.

"How bad do you want my cock, baby doll?"

"Daddy, I need it. Please, please fill me up. Wreck me and show me who I belong to."

He growled at your words and slammed into you, his cock stretching you deliciously.

He thrusted relentlessly, his fingers tugging at your nipples harshly.

"Fuck, Y/N...you feel so good...so fuckin' good. Mmm…"

His lips crashed against yours, swallowing your moans.

"You were made for me. Fuckin' perfect. Taking my...ah f-fuck...cock so well."

Sebastian brought his right hand to your throat and his left to your clit.

"You wanna cum for Daddy? Wanna cum all over my cock?"

"P-Please.." was all you could say without crying out in ecstasy. 

He changed his position, the new angle making your walls clench tight around him.

"Not yet, doll. Gonna count down from ten and you're gonna be a good girl and cum with me."

He slowed his pace and thrusted harder, his cock going impossibly deeper. 

"Ten…"

His lips kissed along your neck leaving another mark next to the others he'd made previously. 

"Nine….eight"

The pressure on your throat increased and you nearly lost it, eyes shutting tightly to try and hold back. 

"Just a little more, baby...you're doing so good. Seven….open those eyes, pretty girl. Show daddy those eyes...six….five….four.."

The fingers on your clit sped up, your legs shaking as you gripped onto Sebastian's biceps. You locked eyes with him, silently pleading for him to take mercy on you and let you cum. 

"Three….You're nearly there, Y/N…two…" 

His movements became sloppy as he fucked into you faster, his own release beginning to wash over him.

"Oh, shit...ah fuck...Y/N. Can feel that sweet pussy squeezin' me…gonna fill you up...cum with me, baby…"

His gaze met yours and slammed into you hard as you raked your nails down his back.

"One." 

Sebastian kissed you feverishly, doing his best to muffle your moans as both of your orgasms crashed over you like a tsunami. He stilled inside you, his lips lazily molding with yours in sweet kisses.

"Such a good girl...so good for me, Y/N." 

He set you down on wobbly legs and helped you get dressed.

"So much for eating lunch, we only have thirty minutes to get cleaned up and ready to film again."

You laughed and took his hands in yours.

"My trailer has a detachable shower head." You gazed at him seductively and watched as he bit his lip. 

"Woman, you're gonna be the absolute death of me."

[blackleatherjacketz]

Ghosts: Chapter 2

Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character

Summary: After seeking out an old partner he has history with, Bucky gets invited up to her apartment to see just how deep their connection goes.

 Warnings: Mature Content, Intense Sexual Flashbacks, ANGST, Kissing, Face Holding, Groping, Clear and Sexy Consent, Bucky Cutting Off His Hair, Mentions of Doctor Strange, Steve Rogers, Shuri, T’Challa and Sam, Spot The Deep Cut Sebastian Karaoke Reference

Word Count: 1.6+K

Tags: @bullet-prooflove @skittle479 @letsby

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That eerie feeling from before slowly shifts from a phantom sighting to a dreamlike state, one where she knows exactly who she’s looking at and who he’s supposed to be, yet his presence in her apartment is still nothing short of surreal. There are similarities with who he once was, the thick and heavy silence that lingers around him, the way his lips pout as he scans his new surroundings and the height of his shoulders as he crosses through her doorway, but that seems to be the extent of it. Everything else about him is different. It’s as if her brain had pieced together fragments of memories from their time together that she’d buried along with her past to make this version of him appear before her.

The only other common thread between them was how badly she wanted to touch him again, to get as close as they were back down at the laundromat, but their brisk walk back up to her place had disrupted the delicate dance they had begun on ground level. She hoped they wouldn’t have to start from the very top to earn his trust all over again, but his demeanor was much like that of a wild animal in a cage, pacing around his new environment before feeling comfortable enough to open up to her again. Despite his changed behavior and startling appearance, the danger of his past still looms over him like a darkened cloud in the sky, holding her vulnerability hostage.

“What were you going to do?” She starts, trying to break through the silence as he eventually turns around to face her. “If I had a family, a husband, kids, all that stuff?”

His eyes drop down to his feet before he looks back up at her to answer, his shoulders nearly touching his ears as he shrugs in hypothetical defeat. “I guess I just wouldn’t have bothered.”

“Really?” She steps toward him as he leans against her wobbly bookshelf, hoping to warm the chilled air between them. “That easy, huh?”

“Strange didn’t… if he had seen anything like that, I wouldn’t have…” Bucky stammers as he remembers knocking on the good doctor’s door in the middle of the night, that annoyed look on his face particularly exaggerated by his impromptu presence.

The two of them had never actually spent any time alone together, their interactions limited to the last fight against Thanos amidst thousands of other warriors. Their allegiance to each other was based on nothing more than a slew of loosely connected friends that happened to live in the same city, and a team that had disbanded after an insurmountable amount of loss. He didn’t expect the doctor to give him what he wanted right away, but he at least had to try; and thank God that he did.

“I would have left you alone,” he tells her, pushing off the bookshelf to stand up straight as she walks closer to him. That option had surprisingly never even begun to cross his mind, not once. But now that she mentions it, he couldn’t bring himself to imagine the devastation he would have felt if that were the case, if Strange had somehow left that out of his description before sending him off to see her. “If you were happy.”

“You don’t think I’m happy alone?” She jests, trying her best to lighten the mood or at the very least, make him smile.

“I just meant…” he trails off, his brow furrowing in frustration.

“I’m kidding.” She stops just short of him, the trepidation whirring through his nervous system as it buzzes in his skin and out into the air around him.

God, he’s really been through it, hasn’t he?

“You cut your hair.” She changes the subject, standing on her tiptoes to run her fingers through it in another attempt to ease the palpable tension in his body, to anchor herself in this very real moment. She stares at his familiar features as she cards her fingers through his locks, watching the muscles in his face relax just the slightest bit as his lids drop down over tired eyes.

“I needed a change.” He allows her to touch him, standing still as her fingers press into his scalp in one of the few welcome forms of physical touch that he can remember. “I wanted to change,” he corrects himself.

The extreme length of his hair had been with him for as long as he could remember, growing out in between periods of cryo as the only real way he could measure time during that period in his life. He could tell how long he’d been out on missions in between stages of freezing, personal hygiene being the last thing on Hydra’s agenda when he had a target to eliminate. After Steve had found him and set him free, he continued to let it grow, healing and survival being his only real goals in the midst of everything else going on in the world around him.

In Wakanda it had become a point of pride for him, a gauge of emotional and physical growth with each session of deprogramming he had with the Dora Milaje. The local children had pulled its length up into ponytails and buns before Shuri decided to braid it to match hers, only to have T’Challa pull him aside and tell him to take it out. After that he was frozen again along with Shuri, Sam, T’Challa and damn near everyone else he knew, only this time it was different. He didn’t have the nightmares he came to expect when Hydra had locked him up and frozen him away in stasis. He didn’t have any dreams at all, for that matter; no thoughts, worries, fears or anything else that might even come close to that… just an endless sinking darkness.

After he came back and Steve had left, he grew to resent the hair that he had been so proud of over those past few years. Every time he looked in the mirror he saw the man his best friend had fought so hard to bring back from the very depths of hell, only to leave him stranded the first chance he got. He tried cutting it off himself with his pocket knife in the bathroom mirror, but the tears in his eyes prevented him from shearing off more than just one jagged, lopsided lock.

Sam had brought him to his barber shop the very next day to fix the damage, trying his best to help him in whatever way he could. He remembers solemnly nodding to grant permission for the man to cut off his ponytail, to sever that metaphorical connection to the past; a weight suddenly lifted off of his shoulders as it silently fell onto the floor. It was as if that was the last domino to fall in his healing process, allowing him to finally feel light and free as if all of that grief and turmoil were finally behind him: Hydra, Tony, Thanos, The Winter Soldier and even his beloved Steve Rogers.

“I’ve wasted too much time doing what they told me to do,” He swallows his words down as his hands find their way onto her hips, her caramel eyes practically glowing as they draw him out of his painful past and into the present. “What they forced me to do.” He smooths his palm up the side of her torso as she gently walks him back against the bookshelf, cupping her face before the space between them nearly closes completely. “I thought it was time I start doing what I want.”

“And what do you want?” she whispers, bringing her lips closer to his as her heart rate increases, instantly warming her skin in anticipation.

The man she used to know would have shifted his weight against hers to change their positions, shoving her up against the shelf with a hand around her throat. He would have tasted her lips as he pulled them in between his teeth, taking control of the only thing he could without hurting anyone else in the process, but that was the assassin from the past. That wasn’t him, not anymore. Any remnants of that version of himself had been swept away along with his hair, never to be seen again.

“I want to kiss you.” He confesses, gently brushing his thumb across the apple of her cheek as it flushes. “I want to kiss you until I forget about everything else.” He leans in and presses his lips to hers, smiling against them as he feels her return the favor with a tender intensity that nearly knocks a few of the books off the shelf behind him.

All of that fear of who he once was, of who he still could be seems to melt away as he embraces her, his hand caressing her face as she realizes just how different he feels from all those years ago. His lips are no longer roughened from ages of dehydration and neglect, his hand soft and gentle as it holds her near. The scent of carbon no longer lingers on the dusting of gunpowder in his hair, the musk of black leather a distant memory as his tongue, now rich with flavors of coffee and chocolate, brushes softly against hers.

That distinct saltiness of his skin still remains somehow, triggering her subconscious to recall the very best parts of their forbidden trysts from so long ago. She holds his head with both hands as he exhales a moan into her mouth, letting him run his hand through her hair as his metal fingers wrap themselves around her belt loops to keep her close.

“I want that, too” she manages to say in between breaths, pulling back just far enough to look up into his darkened eyes.

“You sure?” He asks, holding onto her as tightly as he can for fear that if he lets go she might disappear entirely. He kisses her again to make sure her body’s speaking the same language as the words coming out of her mouth, her quickened pulse and hungry eyes calming his fear almost instantly.

“I’m sure.”

[annikityk]

I'm so not normal about the fact, that in any other pairing Zemo would be the "a little bit older, a black leather jacket" type, but in winterbaron dynamic… it just screams Bucky

[ladymarvel27]

[polizwrites]

Truth and Consequences

While getting some practice in with the shield,  Sam listens as Bucky apologizes for his harsh words regarding Sam’s decision.

This is a fill for today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF195 Filled with Clarity]  as well as my @samwilsonbingo  B2 - Miscommunication square  (Card 07)

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing:  Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes Rating: General Tags:  The Falcon and the Winter Soldier canon-compliant,  scene retelling,  Sam POV Word Count:  337 words

Sam hadn’t expected Bucky to come right out and apologize for the way he’d acted and the words he’d said about Sam’s choice to give up the shield.  Not even after their meeting with Isaiah Bradley and his blunt words of advice about whether Sam should - or could - take up Captain America’s mantle.

But Bucky did a good job of it, saying that neither he nor Steve had understood the larger implications of a black man being in that role.   He didn’t make it sound like an excuse, just a statement of fact, and Sam knew Bucky well enough by this time to recognize when he was being sincere with his words.

Steve and Bucky both had likely thought that society had moved on more than it had from the segregation and Jim Crow laws of their time.  That ‘We, the People’  had come closer to meaning all the people.  Sure, in some ways it had, but there was still a hell of a long way to go, and not only for people of color.  Sam couldn’t blame either of them for their lack of perspective on their privilege, even if he himself knew better.

Bucky went on to explain that the shield was the closest thing he had to family.  It was an odd way to put it, perhaps, but it made sense.  Sam supposed the shield represented the camaraderie Bucky had felt, and the ideals he’d shared not only with Steve, but the Howling Commandos.   Bucky went on to explain that when Sam retired the shield, it was as if he had nothing left. 

Sam had to admit he hadn’t thought of it that way.  In fact, a small, petty part of him had assumed at the time that Bucky was upset because he thought that he should be next in line for the shield.   Turns out that wasn’t the case at all.  But before Sam had a chance to formulate his own apology, the conversation shifted and there were other important things to talk about.    

[tllgrrl]

Things Ain’t What They Used To Be by @btwxsixesandsevens

Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson, Hunter B-15 & Moebius Moebius | TFATWS | Loki | Rated: SFW

Summary: Sarah Wilson needed a break. There had been so much, so fast. The charter boat, the house maintenance — the windows needed replacing, but did they need replacing right now? — the restaurant humming along, the boys getting bigger and more independent, Bucky. Whew. Bucky Barnes. She was irritable. She knew it. Angry alternating with weepy. She needed to spend just one day, just.one.day. not feeding or caring for another person or creature. And now Perry was talking Bucky into getting a dog. God damn it all to hell.

So when Bucky suggested that he and Sam take AJ and Cass down to Galveston for a long weekend, she’d almost cried. Then she’d packed their bags and all but pushed them out the front door. The whole time she swore she loved them and would miss them.

Not really.

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For All Time. Always.