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[ultralightpoe]

Avoidance - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: Clearing out drafts and found this puppy, there is a part two but I have to edit it.. Enjoy!

Word count: 3833

Warnings: Angst.

Enjoy!

This was weird, and by weird you mean absolutely outrageous. You honestly had no clue when it started, but you had racked your brain for the past month to try and see where you had gone wrong. Something you might have said or done to make things this way. 

You had to have done something. 

Because a month ago Bucky Barnes had been your best friend on this earth, stuck together at the hip. A month ago your friendship had been forged by steel, you would rarely see one without the other. Dinners and sleepovers and missions together. It was Bucky and Y/n, Y/n and Bucky. 

It had been a friendship that had started off a little rocky, since Bucky had been stuck to Steve’s side, quiet as ever. You had been a bit too much when he came to the compound, excited to welcome him and show him the best the new world has to offer since you yourself had been a victim of Hydra as well. 

You had once been an excited scientist ready to change the world of medicine and instead had come out a mutant that could talk to plants. Years of pain and finally you were meeting someone you might be able to help. 

But Bucky had not enjoyed your help, in fact he didn’t seem to enjoy you at all. When you first met years ago he would all but leave the room whenever you came in. 

At first you felt pathetic, and a little bit annoying, but Bucky finally opened up. He apologized and explained that he was nervous, nervous to be around you and nervous that you would have recognized him. 

Soon after that he came to you for cooking advice and movie nights, you showed him the plants and best healing herbs. You told Bucky everything….. Well almost everything.

You had never told him how you truly felt. How your heartbeat through your chest everytime he looked at you, or the way your lungs seemed to expand for easier air when he spoke to you. Never admit to the heat that filled your body every time you touched him. 

You never admitted to loving him, but that was because you were sure that he would start avoiding you again just like he had when you first met. 

Not that it mattered because he started avoiding you again anyways. 

You think about the day you met him  as you shuffle about your apartment in Stark Tower, barefoot on the cold floors as you try to let the nail polish dry easily and clean up the living room. 

- 

The compound smelled of heavy lemon cleaning solution and you couldn’t decide if you loved or hated the smell, but that didn’t really matter now as you dashed through the halls. Your shoes clapped against the freshly cleaned floors as you did your ebay to fix your lab coat and hair. 

You were supposed to meet Steve and Nat at the quinjet landing pad 30 minutes ago, but had ended up taking a few more patients for the day before Mr. Stark had reminded you to clock out. 

You were leading his new medicinal lead, a program that would offer access to better medicine to the people of the world. And though he loved working in the lab with you he often had to remind you not to overwork yourself. 

You just wish he had reminded you a little sooner today since you were desperate to make a good first impression. And that wasn’t going to happen if you were late. 

“No running in the halls!” Clint calls in a teasing manner which makes you punch his arm as you pass, nearly tripping yourself up since you weren’t paying attention but finally you were hopping up the stairs to the rooftop exit, covered in sweat as you hear the thunderous sound of the quinjet wings starting up again. 

You push the heavy door open and gasp in surprise when Steve and a brunette stranger lean back with wide eyes, the door barely skimming the blonde’s nose. 

“There she is, dangerous as usual.” Nat smiles, coming around to hug you as you shut the door quieter this time. 

“Hey, I’m so sorry I am late-” You start, hugging your best friend before moving to hug Steve who lifts you a little when he hugs back, kissing your hair line before letting you go and backing up so you could see his friend.  “You must be Bucky.”

You move to hug him, realizing your mistake a second too late when he backs up, his fists tightening at his sides while his arctic blue eyes widen like a caged animal, his jaw tenses. He had been prepared for a fight, so you take a step back, even out your lab coat and try to smile. “Sorry, I don’t know why I did that. I’m y/n.”

He nods, the quinjet taking off in the back which makes you and him both flinch, the wind whipping your hair around before Steve is pulling you by your arm as softly as he can to lead you both inside. 

“We were just talking about getting something to eat-” Steve begins when they finally close the door. 

“Oh, we could take him to that diner that you like Stevie. The one that has the old school food-”

“Maybe just us tonight.” Nat interrupts, casting a nervous look to where Bucky stands in the corner, jaw still tense. 

You read the room easily, Nat must know Bucky doesn’t want to be near you right now so you simply nod, giving them one more smile before reaching your hand out to him. “It was great to meet you…..”

He ignores your hand and you have to awkwardly shove it back into your pocket before nodding, taking your leave as Nat mumbles to him in russian. 

- 

When you are sure your apartments are clean enough you leave for your lab shift a little early so that you could stop by Bucks apartment, nervous as can be when you make it there. 

Reaching a hand up to knock lightly and wait, your feet shuffling on the floors as you rub at your eyes from the lack of sleep, trying to keep yourself awake. When the door creaks open the tiniest bit you pull your hands down quickly and try to act cool when you make eye contact with Bucky. 

“Hey Buck.” You smile, doing your best to act happy. He stares for a moment, blue eyes flashing in excitement that gets your hopes up as he opens the door a little wider. 

“Mornin’.” He grunts out, looking back to check the time before turning to you once more. “A bit early isn’t it?”

“Yes. Sorry. I was heading to the lab but I wanted to see if you still wanted to have dinner tonight? I get off at 5 but-”

“I’m a bit busy tonight, sorry Do-Y/n.” He clears his throat, using his flesh fingers to comb his hair back. 

“You sure? It’s pancake night at the diner-”

“Not tonight. I will see you later, Y/n.” He sighs, giving you one last smile before shutting the door softly. 

You stay there a moment, trying to calm your nerves as you hear a small thump on the other side of the door and assume he must have locked it so you simply sigh and walk to the lab where Tony is chugging a large cup of coffee. 

“Morning dork.” He greets, smiling a bit as he nods his head to the box of donuts to the side. “Since you have been down lately.”

You didn’t want to admit to Tony that you had ‘been down’ because you missed Bucky, that would be embarrassing and might clue him in to your crush. So you give him your best smile, and kiss his cheek before moving to your station to begin working. 

But you can’t get Bucky out of your head. All you can think is ‘what did I do? Why is he mad at me? How can I fix this?”

Anxiety claws at your nerves, and you are too far into your thoughts to notice the chaos that your anxiety is ensuing over the lab. That is until you hear both Tony and Bruce curse and jump back, glass shattering. 

Your head snaps back to where they are both trying to regain their footing and find that the small houseplant Pepper had given Bruce for his birthday had grown tenfold. The vines covered most of the lab. 

“Apparently the donuts did not cheer her up.” Bruce sighs, both of them turning to where you are standing with your hands clenched around a beaker and a pen as tight as they would go. 

“I’m so sorry guys-”

“Can you undo it?” Bruce asks gently and you scoff.

“Can you undo damages to buildings when you-”

“I know I know. I’m sorry.” He laughs, waving his hands. “Hulk smashes, poison ivy grows plants-”

“I’m not-”

“She’s not poison ivy.” Tony snaps in your defense and you feel a wave a love for him before he ruins it. “She’s itchy oak.”

“You are so dead!” 

- 

Bucky was screwed. So unbelievably screwed.

This whole plan was tearing him apart, and he didn’t think he could hold out much longer, even smelling your shampoo this morning had him ready to crack. Pull you into his arms and never let you go. 

But he couldn’t, Natasha had told him not to. 

This started the day he met you, the day he fell in love. 

He had been standing on the quinjet with Steve and Nat, trying to pretend as though he wasn’t losing his mind at all the commotion. The sounds of the Quinet queuing up behind them, the wind nipping at his cheeks and neck as he thought of all the spots snipers could be hiding in the buildings by them though Stark Tower stood tall enough no one should be able to shoot him. He just couldn’t help it; he was a soldier. 

Nat seemed to realize his tension, pushing both men forward to the door before it swung open, a hair's breadth from Steve’s face. He hears Nat giggle and the quinjet start up again as his eyes finally land on you. 

There you were, perfection in human form. Sunlight and warmth and…..just everything he could ever want. 

His brain barely registered you moving to hug him before he moved back, tensing and letting the fear control him. 

“Sorry, I don’t know why I did that. I’m Y/n.” You had said and he saw what looked to be nervousness covering your face as his heart lurched. Two seconds in and he was already ruining you. 

All he could think was ‘monster. Monster monster monster.”

It took weeks for Steve to convince him to talk to you. 

And he was so grateful he did. 

- 

The lab was bright, and there was not a speck of dust in sight. And yet, somehow, the room that should have reminded him most of Hydra didn’t feel like it. Rather than a cold brightness it was warm lights from the glass windows and the desks were decorated with plants and photos. Little knick knacks strewn about that showed that the people who worked in here were human, good and warm humans. 

And then his eyes landed on your desk, where you currently concentrated on something he could barely comprehend, a beautiful cactus in a decorated pot on the shelf by you. 

Wiping the sweat on his pants, and taking a deep breath in before he moves up to where you were. 

“You don’t have to water cacti.” He blurts, gasping out when you shout in shock , the back on your head hitting the shelf. 

“What?” You gasp out, rubbing your head. 

“I read…” He takes a second to breathe in. “I read somewhere that you don’t have to water them everyday. They are self-sufficient.”

“Oh! Yeah, they like water every 2 weeks and of course sunlight but….” You trail off, turning to the small cactus that seems to stand taller at your attention. Then you turn back to him with a nervous smile. “What are you doing? Are you feeling ill?”

“Me? No. I was…. I was actually wondering if you would show me that diner you had talked about the day I came-”

“YES!” You blurt, jumping up and taking your lab coat off. “I am starving.”

He spent the next three hours with you at the diner, talking about everything in the new world that he had found. 

- 

Weekly dinners turned into hanging out every day. Which was amazing because Bucky felt like he could truly breathe when he was with you. 

There was no Winter Soldier, there was no Soviet Soldier. There was no World War 2 sniper. With you he was Bucky. 

But he fell in love with you, and he had no clue how to talk to you about that. He was terrified that you would never talk to him again. 

Which lead him to this. 

“Maybe you just need a break.” Nat suggested last month, watching him try to climb off the sparring mat and catch his breath. 

“I do.” He snaps. “I don’t know how you are never out of breath -”

“I meant from y/n.” She corrects. “Just take a breather. You both are so wrapped up in each other that you forget to breathe without each other. Codependency hurts more when it’s forcefully torn rather than willingly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Take a break on your terms. Just a breather Barnes. You are tearing yourself apart.”

“So what do I do? Just not hang out with her? I can’t breathe when I’m not with her-”

“That’s my point..” She sighs. 

- 

“I don’t get it… why are you mad?” Bucky asks, craning his neck to watch you shuffle around behind the couch, snatching the snacks you brought over and climbing over the couch before you are cuddled into his side and near his warmth. 

“I’m mad, Buck, because you just admitted to an actual sin.” You mumble, allowing him to wrap you in the blanket and pull you closer. “How have you not seen it yet? Everyone has. Hunger Games is a national…..”

“National?” He asks, eyebrow lifting as he waits for you to finish your sentence, reaching a hand up to rub his thumb over your cheek, lovingly. 

“Well I don’t want to say treasure because that just feels wrong since it’s a bunch of kids fighting to the death but everyone needs to see it once.” You gush and he can’t help but smile as you snatch the remote and start the movie. “I brought twizzlers so-”

He cuts you off by snatching the twizzlers and moving you both around so your head was laying on his chest and your legs intertwined with his own. “What’s with that guy's beard? And why is the other guy's hair blue?”

“Just you wait……”

- 

“Did I say something to upset him?” You ask Steve, following him around the kitchen like a lost duck while he cooks dinner for the team tonight.  “What did I do Steve?”

“I don’t think you did anything.” He sighs, giving you a pitious glance, before he starts chopping tomatoes. “Buck practically worships the ground you walk on, trust me I would know if you did something wrong.”

“I just don’t underst-” Before you could finish your sentence Steve watches as your phone rings and Yelena’s face pops up. You give him an apologetic glance before leaving the room, and right as you leave one door his best pal comes in another. 

“Need any help?” Bucky asks, with Sam slinking behind him with a bag of chips. 

“No junk food before dinner.” He snaps, snatching the bag and tossing it to the side which makes Sam groan out and move to grab a drink, stopping at the sight of the shriveled plant. 

“Someone get rid of that before Y/n sees it.”  He laughs, making the other two look to it. 

“I watered that plant 30 minutes ago.” Steve gasps, “it was fully alive before she came in-”

“You mean…. You mean to tell me Y/n drained a plant?” Sam asks, casting a side eye to where Bucky stands with a worried look. 

“Is she okay?” He asks, walking up and using his flesh hand to touch at the leaves before he picks up the pot and pulls it close to himself. “I’m gonna get rid of this before she sees what happened to it.”

“You should talk to her, Buck.” Steve sighs. “She’s worried that she did something.” 

- 

The rain beat against the window harshly, thunder rumbling in the distance as the smell of the spearmint candle you lit earlier fills the air. 

Bucky wakes up slowly, exhaustion still filling his body as he swipes a hand to rub his eyes, lifting his head ever so slightly to see what had managed to wake him up. Vision blurry as he surveys the room for threats only to find you curled in on yourself with vines covering your arms. 

Panic claws at him, moving forward to push the hair out of your face and wake you slowly, kissing at your forehead. 

You open your eyes slowly, and he whispers to help ease your anxiety, kissing the corner of your lips as he rubs at your arms. “What’s going on?”

“Bad dream…” You mumble out, shoving your face in his chest. 

“What were you dreaming about?” 

“My cell.” His spine tightens as he remembers what you had to go through. The damp and moldy cell they kept you in, the years of abuse and torture. Of course the rainstorm would draw these memories out. 

“Come here, doll” He whispers, pulling the blanket tighter around you both and keeping a tight hold on you. “Just stay with me, yeah? We’ll be alright together.”

You both fall back asleep, keeping a tight hold on eachother. 

-

Three mornings later you find yourself prepped and ready to go for the mission, nerves racking through your body as you walk to the loading bay of the quinjet. With your duffel bag strewn over one shoulder and your gloves in your hand as you try to smile at Bucky. 

“Hey Buck.” You start, watching everyone else in their suits. “Are you ready for the mission?” 

“As ready as I can be…. Did you sleep last night?” He asks, stepping closer with a worried expression before thinking and stepping back. 

“Not really. I was actually hoping to talk to you before the-”

“Alright Barnes. Are you ready?” Natasha asks, coming up behind him. “We need to talk about-”

“Wait, what?” You interrupt, heart clenching. “Are you…..wait are you guys teaming up this session?” 

You truly didn’t want to seem lame when you asked this, but you were so confused. “Buck, we always pair up.”

Why did you feel like a middle schooler again? 

“Well, sometimes things change. And Nat is down a partner since Clint is with his family.” Bucky blushes, looking between you and Nat as she narrows her eyes. 

Feeling your eyes fill with tears you rush to go into the quinjet, dashing past Steve to find a spot. 

The blonde narrows his eyes and marches to his friend, where Nat is already digging in. “What was that?” 

“What was what?” Bucky asks nervously, eyes casting everywhere else. 

“I told you to take a break, Barnes. Not cut her off.” Nat snaps.

“Why did you tell him to cut her off?” Steve asks, hands on his hips as he glares at the two of them.

“I didn’t say to cut her off. I said to take a break.”

“Why?!” 

“Because he loves her!”

“Still not catching up.” Steve sighs. “Why take a break if he loves her?”

“Because she is never gonna love me back!” His friend snaps, “She controls plants and I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster-”

“We’ll talk about this later.” Bucky snaps and storms off. 

- 

The waitress at the old school diner recognized you and Bucky by now, smiling at you both as you walked in with your hands entwined. She nods her head to your normal booth and Bucky leads the way. 

You eat dinner, listening to Bucky talk about his day before the waitress comes by with a sunday. 

“The older couple sent this for you guys.” She smiles. “They said you were an adorable couple.”

Your face goes beet red, blanching out before you rush out. “We’re not a couple.”

Bucky gets embarrassed by this, the blatant rejection. Meanwhile you were worried about the fact that Bucky would realize your crush. 

“D-Did you still want to watch Star Trek tomorrow?” You ask nervously. 

“Actually I have to train with Nat tomorrow.” He sighs, ears going pink as he blushes. 

- 

The rain outside the quinjet was alarming, your nerves were beginning to get the best of you, but you were trying to remain cool as you avoided looking in Bucky’s direction. 

With your leg shaking and Sam prattling off different codes you tried to focus on anything else but the rain, anything, just so long as you didn’t lose your cool right now. 

You were nervous, because of the rain and the fact that you would be the only one without a partner, but most of all you were angry. 

What had you done to Bucky to be cut out this way? 

A five year friendship completely cut off with no explanation as to why. Treated like the scum on a shoe and for what? What had you done and why couldn’t he just talk to you?

“Y/n?” Sam calls, snapping your attention up to him as he peers at you. “You okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You fake a laugh, hands fisted into your sides as you hear a flash of thunder in the distance, thoughts going back to that moldy and cold cell they had kept you in. You could still feel the vines leaching across your body in an attempt to keep you warm, using all your strength just to grow them. 

“Because Steve has been calling your name for three minutes.” Sam whispers which makes you turn to where Steve is standing with a deeply concerned look. Bucky and  Nat sit together behind him, both of them holding concerned looks of their own. 

Making eye contact with Bucky, watching his blue eyes melt at you, before an angry vile feeling loosens in your chest. You didn’t want any of their pity. 

If he didn’t want to talk to you then so be it. 

So you simply turn away and nod to Steve, turning to the front so you don't have to look at any of them. 

If Barnes wanted to cut you out then so be it. You would cut him out as well.

Part Two

[justkookin]

Grand Reopening!!!

Hi! My name is Brooke and I am the owner and chef of this restaurant. After having to close my resturant for a while, I am happy to announce that I am reopening! 

If you would love a ship, headcanon, or fic, please stop by my restaurant and see what I have to offer! I write for many different fandoms and I would love to see you stop by :D

[demonangelsworld]

Once again, spooky season perfection. I would happily summon demon Bucky any time 🥵😍 Love, love, love!

aren’t you glad you read the latin?

pairing: demon!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: you're exploring an abandoned church when you stumble onto a room with a mysterious old book written in latin. despite your friend's warnings, you decide to read the latin and end up summoning a demon.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), teratophilia/monsterfucking, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, size kink/size difference, breeding kink, praise kink, light degradation, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), orgasm delay/denial, some overstimulation, dumbification, slight come inflation, temporary body modification, fated mates, pet names (little witch & pet), aftercare, happy ending (let me know if i missed something!!)

word count: 11.7k

a/n: whew! i know this is a day late since i said i'd be posting my halloween fics on sundays, but the warlock fic delayed my editing process, so it ended up taking a little longer to get this fic done! but i'm really happy with how it turned out!! it's technically my entry in my own halloween event, the horror movie hoe-a-thon, using the quote prompt "Do not read the latin." i was reading over the list one night and this idea popped into my head and i knew i had to run with it. i also wanted to branch out into more monster smut, so this demon!bucky is much less human than the demon!steve from my other fic 😈😈😈 (you're welcome, fellow monsterfuckers) anyway, i hope y'all enjoy!!!

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“Do not read the latin.”

Scoffing, you looked up from the book you’d discovered and shot your friend Natasha a petulant look. The book had been sitting on an ancient lectern made of dark wood in the secret room the two of you had discovered in the basement of the abandoned church, and you’d felt a weird urge to read it, stroking the soft leather binding before opening the tome to discover it was written in latin. 

But Natasha was giving you a stern look, and you rolled your eyes. “It was your idea to come here,” you reminded her with a little pout. Your best friend had wanted to do something more than watch scary movies the night before Halloween, and after some research on local haunted locations, the two of you had found the abandoned church. 

You’d started pulling on your boots before Natasha even finished reading through the description—something about being haunted or being frequented by devil worshippers, you weren’t really listening. Something inside you knew it’d be the perfect place to spend the night before Halloween, snooping around the empty church and trying to scare each other.

You didn’t really believe in the supernatural, so you weren’t expecting any ghosts or devil worshippers to pop out, but the deeper the two of you got into the church, the more you felt something. Natasha seemed to feel something weird about the vibe of the church, too, because she’d gotten more and more tense as you’d explored. You’d practically had to drag her down into the basement, using the heavy-duty flashlights she’d insisted you both bring to explore the empty space. 

It had been your idea to look inside the weird wooden door that was built into the back of  the stone basement, half-hidden behind a shelf. Natasha hovered in the doorway while you explored the room, which was empty save for the lectern, the book and a circle etched into stone floor, with symbols you couldn’t decipher decorating the outer edge. 

“I think we should go,” Natasha said from the doorway, shining her light around the room like she was waiting for something to pop out of the shadows. Your normally unruffled best friend seemed genuinely spooked, which only made you want to have some fun with her, a wicked smirk pulling at the corners of your mouth.

“Aw, c’mon, Nat,” you whined, flipping idly through the weathered, yellow pages of the book in front of you. You’d thought about stepping away from the lectern to look more closely at the circle on the floor, but your feet didn’t want to move. It didn’t occur to you that that might be strange. 

Nat’s gaze darted to the pages of the book, drawn by the soft rustling they were making as you flicked through them. “Do not read the latin,” she said again, her voice sharper than you’d ever heard it. “I’m serious.” 

Her eyes were wide, too, and you realized she was really scared, though you couldn’t understand why. It was just a silly book and a silly room. You would put money that the whole setup had been left there by some kids trying to add to the legend of the church. It was all bogus. Probably.

Wanting to lighten the mood, you grinned at your friend. “What’s the point of learning a dead language if you’re always telling me not to use it?” you needled, waggling your eyebrows at Nat, though she didn’t seem swayed by your attempts to joke around. 

Just then, your gaze caught on the page you’d turned to, a drawing on the weathered yellow paper catching your attention. On the page was a picture of a kind of…beast. As you peered closer, centering your flashlight over the drawing, you realized it wasn’t fully animal, more half-beast, half-man. The sketch was crude, but you could make out horns, claws and a tail on the hulking figure. A spark of interest lit in your gut as you looked at the image. 

“I don’t always tell you not to use it,” Natasha retorted while you were fixated on the drawing, only half listening to your friend. “I just don’t think now is a good time.” She waved her arms around, gesturing to the room and the circle marking the floor. “Y’know, when we’re clearly in a place where reading the latin might summon a fucking demon.” 

Her hissed words finally caught your attention and you dragged your eyes away from the book, glancing over at your friend, who was clearly unsettled by the situation you’d both found yourselves in. You couldn’t fully understand why Natasha was freaking out so much, but then, the room didn’t seem to scare you the same way it did her. If anything, you felt less spooked in the basement room than you had in the rest of the church.

Scoffing again at the preposterousness of accidentally summoning a demon, you shook your head, still smiling at your friend. “Ok, sure, let’s say that’s actually a real possibility for a second,” you said, indulging your friend. “Don’t forget, I’ve seen you looking at monsterfucker porn on your phone when I’m sitting next to you on the couch,” you teased, trying to calm your friend down with your light-hearted joking. Waggling your eyebrows at Nat again, you gave her a lascivious grin. “You sure you don’t wanna summon a demon and see what he’s packing?” 

Natasha’s face filled with an angry flush. “You send me half of that porn,” she shot back, but a smile was flickering at the corners of her mouth and you knew you’d gotten through at least some of her fear. However, a second later she seemed to remember where you were and she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide a shiver. “Besides, that’s fantasy—this looks like the real deal, and I know better than to mess with an actual demon.”

Rolling your eyes, you muttered, “You’re assuming demons are real.” Your skepticism wavered, though, when you glanced back down at the book and found your fingers stroking over the drawing of the creature that you realized was the tome’s depiction of a demon. That was strange.

Something about the image was calling to you, inspiring a soft heat to bloom in your core, settling into the juncture of your thighs and pulse through your body in time with the steady beating of your heart. It was such a pleasant feeling that you were tempted to answer the call of the drawing, at least enough to read the instructions on how to summon the being. It seemed easy enough, all you had to do was chant a few lines of latin. A rightness settled into your heart, your eyes skipping over the warnings written in the dead language and focusing on the words you’d need to say.

“Well, my dear friend Natasha,” you said, planting yourself more firmly behind the lectern and looking up only long enough to shoot a foolhardy grin at your friend. “I do not know better.” 

That was the only warning you gave her before you looked back down and started reading the latin. It had been a while since you’d spoken the dead language out loud, and the words felt strange and unnatural on your tongue, but you couldn’t say whether that was your rustiness or if the words themselves had a tinge of evil to them. Your heart raced with excitement as you felt a prickling beneath your skin. Something was actually happening.

Not long after you began to read, an unnatural wind started to swirl around the room, candles wedged into sconces lining the stone walls flickering to life without any matches. The wind blew faster and faster, a dull roaring sound filling the small chamber. Above the noise, you heard Natasha cry out from the doorway, and when you glanced up, having learned the words enough to repeat them without reading from the book, you saw your friend backing away from the doorway. Her eyes were impossibly large and round in her face, a stricken expression overtaking her features.

Natasha’s mouth opened like she was going to scream for you to stop, but before any sound came out, the door to the room blew shut, sealing you inside the chamber beneath the abandoned church. Alone. Your friend’s warnings about summoning an actual demon flitted through your mind. Even you had to admit something supernatural was occurring in the room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything other than anticipation about what would result from the incantation you were reading.

When you’d finally finished chanting the passage in latin the designated number of times, you looked up from the book in time to see a wisp of smoke seep through a small crack in the stone floor at the center of the circle. It rose up toward the ceiling, expanding until the thick smoke was pouring into the room from below. You coughed and sputtered, pulling your sweater up to cover your mouth and nose, your eyes watering as the darkened smog blotted out the light of the candles. It grew so thick, you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. 

After a short few moments, the smoke began to dissipate, and the first thing you noticed was the hulking figure standing in the middle of the circle, the light of the candles casting him in a warm glow. You blinked the smog from your eyes as the half-human, half-beast form of the demon came into focus through the disappearing smoke. The creature that stood before you was even more intimidating than what was pictured in the book, but your body responded by heating all over.

He was massive—his shoulders half as broad as you were tall, muscles bulging in his chest and arms, making him appear even larger. He was tall, too, the horns protruding from his brow brushing the ceiling even as he stooped a little. Your eyes caught on his horns, taking in the way they were thicker at the base before sharpening to wicked-looking points as they extended back at an angle from his temples. 

As your gaze drifted down from the horns, you noticed the demon’s face and his handsome features—a strong brow that was lowered over eyes the color of the summer sky, a mouth with impossibly soft lips turned down in a small frown and a sharp jaw gritted with tension. The demon had a dusting of facial hair along his jaw that you ached to brush your lips over and feel the coarse roughness, as well as brown hair cut to his chin that framed his handsome face perfectly.

Unable to stop the perusal of your eyes, your gaze traveled further down, taking in the golden skin of the demon’s chest, which was heaving slightly in the candlelight as he breathed. The hue of his arms darkened below the elbow, blending into a deep burgundy color at his hands, which were tipped with claws. The demon’s legs were the same. Though his thighs, thick as tree trunks, appeared human beneath the soft shorts he wore, below his knee they faded into the color of dried blood and more resembled the clawed feet of a predatory animal. And finally, behind him, a long tail flicked with curiosity. 

It was only when you grew light-headed and dizzy that you realized you’d been holding your breath while taking your first look at the demon. You gasped for air, noting the way the creature’s eyes darted to your lips at the sound. The blue of his gaze darkened while he watched your lips part and your chest rise rapidly beneath your sweater. Heat rose within you, your body responding to the demon’s attention. You didn’t quite understand the force of your attraction to the demon, but you were so warm and your head muzzy with desire, you had no inclination to question how you felt. 

“You were the one to summon me, little witch?” the demon asked, breaking the silence that had fallen in the room since you’d finished reading and the wind had died down. The creature’s voice was deliciously deep, the tenor of it digging into your ribcage and settling down in the marrow of your bones, making your knees knock together with a trembling shiver. 

Beneath your skirt, you clenched your thighs together against the budding throb of arousal between your legs and stared up into the demon’s face, his stature so significantly taller than yours that you had to crane your neck. “I did,” you admitted, pressing your lips together while you quickly debated whether to say more. Before you could think better of it, you spilled the rest of your confession. “I felt… compelled to do so,” you said, picking your words carefully as you thought of what had driven you to read the latin of the summoning spell.

Since you were already looking at the demon’s face, you caught the look of surprise that flitted across his features. Then his brow furrowed back over his eyes and his mouth resumed its frown. “The book called to you?” he asked, glancing between your face and the tome sitting before you on the lectern.

Your eyes dropped to the book and you thought of the pull you’d felt toward the church, then the basement, and the room you were standing in. You thought of how you’d flipped through the pages of the book until you’d landed on the one to summon the demon in front of you, and the way your fingers had idly stroked over the drawing of him when you’d been talking to Natasha. You hoped your friend didn’t hate you for ignoring her warnings, but you couldn’t ignore what was right in front of you.

“Yes,” you said in a small, hesitant voice. But as soon as you said it, you thought about how ridiculous it was to think that a book—a spell to summon a demon—could call to you. Rebelling against the very notion, you forced yourself to laugh, the sound choked and wretched in the small, stone room. “But that’s ridiculous, right?” you said, your voice high and off-kilter as you returned your gaze to the demon. You didn’t wait for him to answer, though, as you blustered on. “It is! I’m being ridiculous,” you said, mostly talking to yourself at that point, your fingers gripping the edges of the lectern so hard your knuckles were white. “I’m letting the Halloween spirit get to me—I just wanted to know what it’d be like to fuck a demon!” 

A low rumbling growl came from the creature and your gaze flicked up to his face in time to see his eyes darkening, his expression turning hungry as a smirk curved the edges of his mouth. “Well, then, little witch,” he rumbled, stepping closer to you, his hulking body blotting out the light of the candles on the opposite side of the room as he prowled toward you. “I’m more than happy to ignore the mystery of the calling you felt in order to oblige you.” His smirk was wickedly sharp, his lips parting to flash his fangs. 

Instinctively, you stepped back from the lectern while the demon continued to stalk toward you, your heart racing in your chest, and the throb of your arousal echoing between your thighs. Your feet were clumsy, your legs trembling, and even still, you felt dampness in your panties making the soft fabric cling to your sticky folds. Your emotions were a riot in your body, fear and desire fighting for dominance as you retreated from the creature with shaky steps while he smirked wider and wider until your back hit the stone wall of the room. A gasp wrenched free from your lips.

The creature was grinning and practically salivating as you trembled against the wall, his tail twitching agitatedly behind him. Your neck craned as you watched his still-approaching form. “You need not be afraid of me, little witch,” he rasped, drawing closer until he was within reach. He planted his claw-tipped hands against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in with his large body. He ducked his head down toward your upturned gaze, his face and shoulders blocking out the rest of the room as he overwhelmed you with his presence without even touching you. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised, his eyes glittering with desire.

When you took in a deep breath to calm yourself, all you could smell was the scent of his skin, like a crackling fire and something earthy beneath. It was an intoxicating combination and you wanted to bury your face between the demon’s pecs and sniff him to your heart’s content, but you shoved the idea aside as soon as you had it, determining it to be too preposterous. Instead, you forced yourself to meet his eye and say, “Y-you keep calling me a witch,” you said, your voice rising as if asking a question. “I’m not a witch.” 

The demon’s smirk softened into a smile and he dropped a hand from the wall, brushing the back of one of his monstrous fingers down your cheek so softly it made your heart ache with yearning. His tail wrapped gently around your leg, just above your knee, your thighs squeezing together and pinning him between them. 

“You read the latin, you summoned a demon,” he recounted, making your face heat when you were confronted by what you’d done. “By all accounts, that makes you a witch.” 

It seemed too simple, but you couldn’t really argue with that logic. Your actions had been rather witchy, and even if you were still grappling with the knowledge that magic and demons both existed, you were enjoying the way he touched you far too much to be able to form a response. So you just nodded, acknowledging his answer. 

Seeing your acceptance, the demon pulled his hand away from your cheek, but before he could place it back on the wall, you let out a little whimper of protest. You wrapped both your hands around his wrist and brought his hand back to your face, the expanse of his palm enveloping your cheek and jaw. You nuzzled into his blood-red hand, inhaling the scene of him while staring up into his blue eyes.

“What should I call you?” you asked, your voice soft and a little shy. You wracked your brain to remember if the ancient book you’d used to summon him had listed a name, but if it had, you’d missed it. And if he was going to call you ‘little witch,’ you wanted to be able to call him something, too. 

At your question, the demon smirked again. “A demon never gives his real name,” he started, cupping your face purposefully in his massive palm, a rumbling purr sounding in his chest when you continued to nuzzle into him, your eyes closing with a contented sigh. His hand was big enough that you felt the tips of his claws graze the back of your neck, making you shiver, more wetness pooling between your thighs. “For it gives those who know it too much power over him.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, only half listening as you enjoyed the feeling of his warm, calloused palm against your soft cheek. He felt hotter than any human should, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that was true for all of him. His tail was warm against your leg, but what about the rest of him? What would it feel like to sink onto his hardness—would he feel impossibly hot in the depths of your own heat? 

A chuckle came from the demon before he murmured, “Little witch,” to get your attention again. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled as you found the creature gazing affectionately down at you. He went on, answering your question. “I’ve had many names throughout the ages—zimniy soldat, zimski vojnik, vintersoldat,” he said, his tongue rolling easily through each of the languages that were foreign to you. “Hiemis militis,” he finished and you recognized the latin, though it took you a moment to translate it.

“The Winter Soldier?” you asked hesitantly, unsure if your translation was correct. 

“Mhm,” he murmured, a pleased smile spreading across his face. His thumb stroked your cheek affectionately, and you smiled in return. “You may call me that or any of the others, little witch.”

You would’ve expected a demon to be much rougher and meaner, but you were enjoying the creature’s softness, it stoked the heat inside you even higher. You had the urge to press your body to his massive form and writhe against him like a cat in heat, but you settled for bringing your hands up and placing them against his abdomen, which was level with your chest. 

“Soldat,” you said slowly, testing out the word on your lips. It sent a shiver of need down your spine and you looked up into the Winter Soldier’s face. He smiled and nodded at you, encouraging you. “Soldat,” you said again, acting instinctively as you pushed yourself up on tiptoes, head tilted back so that your lips were angled toward his mouth.

The demon knew exactly what you wanted, but he was so much taller than you that he couldn’t quite stoop enough to kiss you. So he wrapped his massive hands around your waist and picked you up, pinning you back against the wall by pressing his hulking body against yours, one of his thick thighs pushing between your legs as his tail wrapped around your ankle, pulling you open for him. His skin was hot against your inner thighs, brushing up under your skirt, but you couldn’t be distracted by that because a moment later the demon’s mouth was on yours. 

The Winter Soldier kissed you like he touched you—gently, taking care of your fragility in comparison to his imposing muscle. His mouth was searching as it worked against yours with soft brushes of his lips and tongue, the carefulness of his movements teasing your arousal even higher until you were practically intoxicated with it. 

A needy whimper escaped your lips as you pushed against the creature, taking his face in your hands and deepening the kiss with a hunger that surprised even you. The demon made a pleased sound deep in his chest, rumbling against your ribcage, and you felt his mouth curve into the ghost of a smile before he was meeting your fervor with his own. His tongue plunged past your lips and took possession of your mouth, dragging heated gasps and desperate moans from your throat as he explored you.

He tasted of sin and pleasure and depraved devotion and you couldn’t get enough, your hands clinging to his bare shoulders as your hips began to work against his thick thigh, grinding yourself down on his bulging muscle through your panties. You were slick enough to make the movement pleasurable and you moaned at the friction, the demon swallowing the sound down with a growl. His response only made you grow slicker between your thighs, so that you were sure he could feel your wetness against his heated skin.

Wrenching his mouth from yours, the demon’s face hovered in front of your gaze, his blue eyes blazing with a depthless hunger and his nostrils flaring as he scened something that made another sound rumble in his chest. “I can smell your arousal, little witch,” he murmured before taking a deep breath and groaning low in his throat. “You smell like your sweet cunt is flooded and ready for cock.”

Heat filled your cheeks at the implication of his words, but the pleased groans he let out sent a warming desire straight to your slit. You clenched your thighs, which only pressed your slit down harder on him, wringing a keening, desperate sound from you. “Soldat,” you whined, rocking against him with jerky, frantic movements. “Please, I need more!” 

He chuckled, his hands gripping your hips and guiding you to rub yourself harder against his thigh, his tail stroking gently up and down your leg. “You want to see what it’s like to fuck a demon, don’t you, little witch?” he asked tauntingly, throwing your earlier words back at you, making you whine mindlessly while he went on. “Want to know the feeling of being split open on my monstrous cock?” His voice was low and merciless right beside your ear as you furiously humped his thigh. “Do you think you can take it?” 

His taunting words had you glancing down below his waist and your eyes widened when you saw the massive, twitching bulge beneath his shorts. His one scrap of clothing was made of a soft material that did very little to hide the way his big dick was growing and thickening, the weeping tip pushing out from the waistband of his shorts. Your mouth watered at the sight of the blood-red demon cock, wanting to sink to the floor and lick the pearl of precum from the head of his cock, then worship the full length of him with your mouth until he came down your throat. 

But you realized quickly you’d have trouble doing more than licking and kissing him. As the Winter Soldier’s cock continued to grow with the demon’s desire for you, you saw the full head of his dick push out of his shorts, and it was bigger than anything you’d seen outside of the monsterfucker porn you liked. He was as thick around as your wrist and as long as your entire forearm. You knew you’d struggle to take even the head of his cock in his mouth. 

Even as the Winter Soldier’s size should’ve made you question how he could ever possibly fit inside you, your mind was focused on the thought of sitting between his legs and worshipping his magnificent, monstrous cock however you could manage. If that meant kissing and licking up and down the veins of his thick cock, then taking the head into your mouth and sucking on him until he came, then so be it. 

“Mm, you’re a perfect little whore, aren’t you, witch?” the demon teased, having read your slutty thoughts from the way you were staring wantonly at his cock. He made another pleased rumble in his chest, almost like a purr, the sound making you squirm on his thigh, your pussy dripping and clenching down around nothing when what your body wanted was to be stuffed full of cock. The demon chuckled. “You do like the idea of taking my demon cock into your tight little human cunt, don’t you,” he said, a hint of awe in his tone. “I can feel you soaking through your panties—you’re drenched for me, aren’t you?”

His words had you warming with embarrassment over your blatant desire for the creature, but you refused to feel shame for your arousal—especially when the demon wanted you just as badly. His stiff cock was evidence of that. So you looked up at the Winter Soldier and gave him a wide, hungry smile of your own. 

“I’ve thought a lot about fucking a monster cock like yours, Soldat,” you confessed, your expression shifting into one of coy teasing. You fluttered your lashes at him, trying to restrain the smirk that wanted to be set free. “I want you to do more than split me open—I want you to ruin my pussy with it.” You savored the way his blue eyes darkened at your words. “Fuck me, claim me, make me yours, Soldat.” 

“Filthy little witch,” the demon growled, your words cutting through his restraint. He tore your sweater and skirt from your body with one sweep of his razor-sharp claws, shredding your panties before you could even gasp at the cold of the room brushing against your bare skin. “So eager to be defiled and desecrated by a demon.” His big hands groped your small, soft body, using his tail to tease your nipples until they were stiff peaks and your chest was heaving with need. The demon’s eyes flashed when he caught your heavy-lidded gaze. “Do you even know what it means to be taken by a demon, to have my infernal seed buried in your sweet little human cunt?”

“Oh fuck, I don’t care,” you whined, your hips writhing against the bare skin of the Winter Soldier’s thigh. The heat and hardness of his leg was a weak replacement for what you really wanted between your thighs, and it only made you more desperate to be filled. Reaching down, you shoved the demon’s shorts down and wrapped both hands around his massive cock, working them up and down his length until you earned a groan of approval. “I want your cock, I want you to fuck me—now, Soldat, please.” 

The demon chuckled, bouncing you on his thigh, which only wrung a more needy moan from you. “Such a reckless little witch,” he rumbled. Still teasing your nipples with his tail, he slid one of his hands down your body and shoved it between your cunt and his leg, his fingers curling inside your sopping wet pussy with ease. You half-expected to feel the pinch of his claws, but you felt only pleasure at finally having something inside you. “And so wet for your demon,” he practically purred in your ear, thrusting two fingers slowly into you. “You’re just a desperate, needy little thing, aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” you answered quickly on a gasp, only half aware of the question he’d asked. You were so riled up, arousal pounding through your blood, that you suspected you would’ve agreed to anything he said. Perhaps it should’ve worried you, especially what he’d said about burying his seed inside you, but you were too far gone in your lust to care. “Need you, Soldat, I need you so bad,” you cried, tears springing to your eyes in your frustration.

“I know, pet, I know,” he murmured soothingly as he added another finger to your hole, stretching you out while you rocked on him. His tail caressed your breasts and belly as he stroked your face with his hand, cooing at you sympathetically while he brushed his lips against your heated cheeks. “Gotta get you ready to take me,” he explained, an apology in his tone as he explained why he hadn’t given you his cock yet.

You nodded to let him know you understood, squirming and letting out a little whimper when he added a fourth finger, panting for breath as you struggled to take him. You knew he was right to take his time stretching you out before trying to sheath his monstrous cock inside you, and you knew you should be grateful he was even trying to prepare you, but you were impatient. To keep yourself from whining more for him, you kept your hands moving up and down his hardness, using your thumb to collect the pearl of precum from the tip.

The Winter Soldier’s attention was dragged away from your pussy when you brought that thumb to your lips and you caught his eye before popping it into your mouth. You let him see the way your eyes went heavy-lidded at the first taste of him, so salty and musky and good that you groaned loudly. You sucked on your thumb while the demon watched, reveling in the heat of his attention. An unnatural tingling sensation was spreading through you, but you didn’t stop and wonder at it, too transfixed by the Winter Soldier and your desire.

“You like how my come tastes, little witch?” he rumbled, fucking you faster with his fingers buried in your cunt up to the knuckle. You were so wet for him and he was moving so fast, the sounds of your wet, squelching pussy were loud in the otherwise quiet room, only matched by your panting breaths. “Are you trying to tempt me into fucking your hot mouth so you can guzzle down my seed like a thirsty heathen?”

At his filthy words, you moaned and arched your body, trying to bear down harder on his fingers even though you had no leverage with your body pinned to the wall. Panting dazedly, you managed a smirk as you looked up at the demon. “If you’re offering…” you said in a suggestive, if breathless, voice. 

He rumbled another laugh, the sound making you shiver with need. “Too greedy for your own good,” he chastised lightly, the tip of his tail spanking your ass lightly, though it still made you twitch and grind harder on his fingers. The Winter Soldier shoved his fingers as deep inside you as they’d go and spread them, stretching you almost impossibly wide. He’d driven you to the edge of your release and you were hanging on by a thread, your gasping moans turning even more desperate as words escaped you.

“While I do like the idea of covering your pretty face in my come,” he began, working your pussy open with his big fingers while you cried out and writhed against him. “I said I’d fuck your tight little cunt and I always keep my word.” He pulled his fingers from your fluttering channel, wrenching you away from the edge and denying you your release. You whined at the loss of him, but the demon only shushed you. “Hush, little witch, you’ll be filled with more demon cock than you can handle soon enough—and you’ll come more times than you can count.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that, Soldat,” you said on a purr, a pleased smile on your lips. You let your head fall forward against the demon’s chest, kissing and licking and biting his skin wherever you could reach while he shifted you in his hands. He shoved his shorts down to his feed and maneuvered you until your legs were spread around his waist, your dripping entrance hovering over the tip of his cock. Your arms couldn’t reach up around his shoulders so you held onto his bulging biceps for something to cling to. 

The tips of the demon’s claws dug into the soft flesh of your ass and you moaned, rocking against the tip that felt much bigger than his four fingers. Excitement and only a small amount of trepidation rippled through your body as you kept grinding down on the head of Winter Soldier’s thick cock. His tail wrapped around one of your ankles and spread you wider until your thighs were as open for him as possible. The demon started to push inside you and even with all his time preparing you, it took a long moment to work the tip of his massive cock into your tight little hole.

“Soldat,” you whined when it popped inside, stretching you nearly to the point of pain. But it felt so good, too, your pussy being stretched beyond its limit making your mind go hazy with pleasure. Your mouth fell open as you whined and whimpered, not knowing whether you were urging him on or urging him to be careful.

“Shh, be a good little witch and take your demon’s cock,” the Winter Soldier rumbled, pulling out before thrusting just the tip back inside, sending your head rolling side to side on your shoulders as your body struggled to accommodate his size. You wailed at the overwhelming sensations, your brain feeling like it had leaked from your head so that all you could do was make mindless sounds as he impaled you on his cock. “You wanted this, remember, little witch?” he teased you as he fucked you with the tip of his cock. “You begged me to ruin your pussy with my big, fat demon cock—does it not feel as good as you hoped?”

He was pressing deeper with every thrust, fucking you open with his monstrous cock, and you could feel yourself stretching to take him, your pussy aching with the effort, but the pleasure you felt far eclipsed any pain. “Better,” you cried out on a gasp, barely finding your tongue and answering his question. You tilted your face up so you could see his face looming above yours, getting lost momentarily in his darkened gaze. “Feels better than I ever imagined,” you slurred, half-drunk and dumb on the pleasure he was giving you. A dazed smile spread across your face as his cock rubbed against more and more of your sensitive inner walls, filling you better than any man or toy ever hoped to.

“You love it, don’t you—love being my perfect little cocksleeve?” the demon rumbled, fucking even deeper into you. He’d worked at least half of his length inside you, which didn’t seem like it should be possible, but you could feel him deep inside you, his cock hot inside your slick channel. The Winter Soldier took one hand away from your hip and placed it over your lower belly, pressing down and making you feel him buried inside you even more acutely. “You love feeling my demon cock destroying your pussy for anyone else, don’t you, little witch?”

“Yes, master,” you cried hoarsely, not knowing where the honorific came from but not questioning it either. It felt right to call your demon ‘master,’ especially after he’d taken such exquisite possession of your body. You gasped when he shoved his cock even deeper, his hand pressing down on your belly making your body even tighter around him. “Love it so much!” 

The Winter Soldier groaned, his hands flexing against your body and gripping you even more tightly. “You were made for this, pet,” he rasped, dropping his head and pressing kisses to your forehead until you tilted your face up and he could capture your lips. He relaxed his grip on your body and let gravity do its work, forcing you to sink further down on his cock. 

You whimpered into the demon’s mouth as you felt his cock rearranging your guts to fit his hot, hard length inside you. You weren’t sure how much of his cock was left for you to take, but you weren’t sure anymore would fit. But just as you had that thought, he shoved another inch of his fat cock into your pussy, making you cry out, your whole body trembling in his arms as you came suddenly. 

The demon held you crushed to his chest, grunting and groaning as your pussy convulsed around his thick cock. You knew the tip of his dick was weeping precum into your cunt from the tingling sensation that spread through you, recognizable from when you’d tasted his come. The feeling added to your pleasure as you rode out your orgasm with jerky little movements of your hips and mindless moans. 

“That’s it, little witch, come on your master’s cock,” he rasped, one hand stroking down your side, feeling the way your body trembled for him. “You feel so good milking my cock, but I’m not done with you yet.” With that, he pushed another inch into you, making you shriek in surprise, your body wracked with violent tremors at the feeling in your oversensitive pussy, but he didn’t relent. “You were made for this,” he repeated, his voice taking on a dark and hungry edge as he worked his cock even deeper. “You were made to take demon cock inside your tight little cunt—and you were made to take demon seed inside your human womb and be bred by a demon.”

The Winter Soldier’s words should have worried or scared you, but they only turned you on more. You moaned unintelligible gibberish, legs spreading wider, knees lifting higher to take his cock deeper inside you in an invitation to do exactly as he said. Your hands clung to his massive biceps, nails digging into his skin while you nodded your head fervently. You didn’t know where the desire came from to let this demon, the one called the Winter Soldier, breed you, but you were defenseless against the need inside you.

“Master, please, please breed me,” you begged, the words slipping from your lips before you’d scarcely thought them. They felt right on your tongue, like it was only natural for you to want a demon to breed you. “Master, master, master, please, knock me up, breed me with your seed,” you said, whimpering and moaning as you stared up into the demon’s eyes.

“Perfect pet,” the Winter Soldier praised, his eyes darkening as he stared down at you, stroking your face with his claw-tipped hand. “I’m going to fill you up with my come until my seed takes in your precious little womb, and then I’m going to watch as you swell with my child—my perfect little breeding witch.” 

With a growling grunt, the demon buried his cock into your cunt to the hilt, shoving the rest of his length into your body. A scream wrenched free from your lips at the sharp, searing pain of your body taking his entire cock deeper than was humanly possible, but the sting was soon replaced by pleasure beyond any you’d ever felt.

Your body went limp in your demon master’s arms, your head rolling back on your shoulders and your tongue lolling out of your mouth. It was like the demon’s cock had flipped a switch inside you and you were left completely mindless, only able to bask in the unimaginable bliss he delivered unto your body. Your mouth made soft babbling sounds, but otherwise you were nothing more than a boneless toy for the Winter Soldier to use for his own pleasure.

“That’s it, little witch,” the demon growled, pulling out until only the tip of his monstrous cock was still inside you. A gentle keening sound escaped your mouth and the creature chuckled. “Give me your submission and I’ll fuck you just like you’ve always dreamed—like you’re nothing more than my tight, warm cocksleeve.”

Another sharp cry fled your lips when he used his grip on your waist to pull you down onto his cock, filling you up all over again, making your body shudder with pleasure. You were distantly aware that his cock never should’ve fit all the way inside your pussy, but he was buried inside you to the hilt and it felt too good to question. The tingling throughout your body persisted and, if you had to guess, you suspected some kind of magic was at work allowing you to take the creature’s full length.

“Fuck, you feel so good, pet,” the Winter Soldier purred, using your body like a fleshlight as he worked you up and down his cock. “You were made to please me, and you’re doing so well—taking your master’s cock so fucking deep.” He groaned loudly, the sound so deep and delicious, it made your body clench with desire. “I can feel your womb, pet,” he rumbled, fucking you faster on his cock, driving your pleasure higher and higher. “Your cervix is sucking on my cock, begging for my seed, little witch.” His voice was little more than a growl as he fucked you furiously. “Do you want it? Do you want my demon seed inside your sweet little human womb?”

You couldn’t do anything but babble mindlessly, too far gone with pleasure as he fucked you, but you tried to nod your head to show that you wanted it. You wanted it so badly, to be filled with your demon master’s come, to carry his child, to give your body over to him and be his perfect breeding pet. 

The demon chuckled as you struggled to answer his questions, fucking you harder when he saw you nod your head. “Good pet,” he purred, his balls, big and heavy, slapping against your ass with every thrust. “It’s been so long since anyone’s summoned me, I’ve got plenty of come for you, little witch,” he rasped, his own desire evident in his voice. “I’ll fill you up until your womb is full and bloated with my come,” he promised, bouncing you furiously on his cock while you both groaned at the feeling. “And then I’ll keep you plugged with my cock so none can leak out.”

“Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,” you mumbled, the closest thing you could get to real words. You wanted to show him how much you wanted what he was saying. It called to something deep in you that you’d never looked at very closely, but the thought of being bred by your demon was too good, and it only drove your pleasure higher, pushing you closer to your release. 

“Ready, little witch?” the Winter Soldier huffed, fucking you harder, rutting into you as he chased his release. You could feel his cock twitching inside you, and you shivered, nodding your head as quickly as you could. The demon grinned wickedly, his tail slipping between your thighs to rub your clit ruthlessly while he pounded into you. “Take my come, little witch, take your demon master’s seed deep in that tight little cunt, let me flood your womb.” He grunted, burying his cock deep inside you, his length throbbing as you felt him begin to release.

You came at the first spurt of his seed, your vision going black for a moment as overwhelming pleasure washed over you. Your whole body clenched tight as a piercing scream spilled from your mouth. You dug your nails into the demon’s biceps hard enough to nearly draw blood, your hips jerking and pressing down on his cock, rubbing against his tail on your clit, as you rode out your orgasm.

The Winter Soldier groaned like he was being tortured as you both writhed together, drawing out your orgasms while he flooded your pussy with his come. There was so much that your lower belly felt heavy with it and when you glanced down, you saw a bulge in your body that could only be from the amount of come the demon had pumped into you. Your pussy fluttered with another minor orgasm at the sight, and you let out a breathless moan. The demon grunted, thrusting into you shallowly, like he was making sure he’d milked every drop inside you.

After long moments of reveling in your pleasure together, the demon slumped, his arms wrapping around your lower body to hold you cradled against his chest. With a contented sigh, he turned until his back was to the wall and then slid down, holding you carefully so no part of your bared skin scraped against the rough stone of the wall or the floor. You relaxed against his massive chest, trying to catch your breath.

For a long time, you lay like that, your much smaller body sprawled across the expansive chest of the demon you’d summoned. His cock was softening inside you, but still filled you to the point of being nearly uncomfortable. You enjoyed the feeling of being connected to him, and you didn’t want to ever move. You were so content and sated, you let yourself dream about spending the rest of your life in your demon’s arms.

The Winter Soldier seemed happy as well. He purred beneath you, his hands and the tip of his tail stroking up and down your spine comfortingly. Occasionally, he dragged his claws over your skin in a way that made you shiver. He chuckled whenever you trembled, enjoying the way your body reflexively clenched down on his cock. Then his hands would go back to soothing over your body, groping your ass and hips possessively.

Slowly, you regained control of your limbs and your breathing evened out, but you stayed where you were, content to lay on the Winter Soldier as long as he’d allow. The tingling that you’d felt since the demon began leaking precum into your pussy began to ebb, and you felt something strange—something new—at the base of your spine and at your temples. You tensed with confusion, not sure what was happening to your body, and the demon grunted when your walls clenched down hard on his cock.

“Something wrong, little witch?” he rumbled in a soft, sleepy voice. You didn’t have a chance to truly appreciate the sweetness of the demon’s sleepy voice because the sensations in your body were so strange, they were making you worry for the first time since you’d entered the room beneath the abandoned church. 

“I feel weird,” you said, pushing yourself up and reaching behind you to touch your lower back, just before the rise of your ass. Your fingers connected with the base of a tail that hadn’t been there before and you gasped. “I have a tail,” you said in a quiet, wondrous tone. Turning to look over your shoulder, you ran your fingers along the new blood-red appendage, shivering at the sensation. The tail was sensitive even to your own touch and your stroking fingers had you quivering with need. 

The Winter Soldier’s own tail curled around your back and came to twine with yours, making you shudder and suck in a sharp breath, your nipples tightening into stiff peaks as renewed arousal flooded your pussy. The demon groaned, then caught your chin between his fingers, turning your face to him. “You really didn’t read the fine print before you summoned me, did you, little witch?” he asked, amusement in his tone. 

When his gaze flicked to your temples and he nodded in their direction, you reached up and inspected the other spots where you’d felt the tingling sensation. You found two small horns, only a couple inches long, protruding from your hairline and pointing toward the back of your head. “I have horns!” you exclaimed, a little bit of excitement in your tone at the new additions to your body. But then the Winter Soldier’s words finally sank in and you refocused on him, your brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, what do you mean about the fine print?”

“You summoned a breeding demon, little witch,” he explained, gesturing to himself with one hand, an amused smirk on his lips. “Since humans aren’t meant to take a demon’s cock, our come changes your body to accomodate for our size,” he said, swatting your ass lightly and making you clench down on him again, highlighting just how big he was and how impossible it was that he’d buried the entirety of his cock inside you. He was getting hard inside you, his length thickening and stretching you to the point that you barely heard his next words. “And there can be certain side effects,” he finished, his tail stroking yours and making you moan shamelessly.

Your hips rocked on the Winter Soldier’s cock, and it took some effort to refocus on the conversation, worry seeping back into your chest as a thought occurred to you. “Is it permanent?” you asked in a shaky voice, wondering how on earth you were going to explain your new horns and tail to Natasha, let alone everyone else in your life.

The Winter Soldier leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips brushing against the base of one of your little horns. “No, pet,” he murmured, a tinge of regret in his tone. “The summoning isn’t permanent, so neither are the side effects.”

“Oh,” you said, inexplicably disappointed by that revelation. However, you realized there might be another way your body could change from your coupling with the demon. “But what about your seed—if humans can’t normally take demons, can I get pregnant from you?”

The Winter Soldier grinned, pressing his hand down on the little bulge in your tummy where his come still filled your womb. You moaned, your mind going hazy with arousal, but you shook your head, giving him a sharp look and waving your hand in a circle to encourage him to explain. 

“No, little witch, my seed won’t really take in your womb,” he said, a smirk on his lips. He seemed to enjoy torturing you with pleasure just as much as he enjoyed your antics. “Not unless you complete the breeding spell.” 

Your eyes flicked to the ancient book on the lectern, wondering if you should try to find that spell. But then you shook the thought from your head, looking back to your demon. Amusement danced in his eyes, a deep hunger lingering beneath it that made you squirm on his cock. “What happens to you when the summoning spell ends—and how long does it last?” you asked, wondering how much more time you had with the Winter Soldier.

His hands came up to grip your hips, helping you grind on his cock while he answered your questions. “I’ll go back to where I came from—the underworld,” he said, a little sadness in the rasp of his voice. “But we have a few hours yet.” 

You whined unhappily at that, planting your hands on his abdomen as you rolled your hips, rocking on his hard length. He felt so good inside you that you never wanted him to leave. The knowledge that the spell would eventually end and he’d have to go back to the underworld filled you with a desperate anguish, compelling you to ride his cock faster.

“Haven’t had you fill of demon cock yet, little witch?” the demon teased, sitting up and tilting your face so he could press a searing kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, you were embarrassed to realize tears were slipping down your cheeks. Emotions were a tangle in your chest, making your heart and throat feel tight.

“I’ll never get enough of you, master,” you said softly, reaching up and cupping your demon’s face in your hands. You stared deeply into his eyes as you confessed, “I don’t want you to leave me.” Your words cut off as you choked back a sob, trying to swallow the sound and letting out a desperate little whimper instead. 

“Oh, my perfect little witch, I don’t want to leave you, either,” he cooed, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before dragging them across your cheek and whispering an important secret into your ear. 

Your heart warmed at the Winter Soldier’s murmured words, feeling overcome with something that felt an awful lot like the first blooming glory of love. You knew it was preposterous, but it was how you felt, and you wouldn’t let your doubts ruin the moment.

When the demon had told you what you needed to know, he captured your lips in fierce kiss, both of you pouring your burgeoning emotions into the slide of your mouths and the stroking of your tongues. You knew you were playing with even more fire by falling in love with a demon, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to worry or fear for your wellbeing. Somehow, you knew you were safe giving your heart to the demon.

You knew, somewhere deep down inside you, that you were meant to be with the Winter Soldier. Everything that had happened that night—the calling you’d felt to the church and the book and the spell—it had all been leading you to him and you weren’t going to ignore fate when it was making itself so clearly known. So you gave yourself freely to him. His kiss felt like accepting your fate and when he finally pulled away, gazing into your eyes with endless affection written plainly across his face, you knew you’d never regret it. 

With a newfound intensity settling over the both of you, your demon settled back against the rough stone wall, letting you take control of your pleasure as you rode him the best you could. It was difficult because of how wide his hips were, but he seemed to enjoy watching you struggle. You huffed and moaned, rising up and sinking back down on his massive cock, your ass slapping against his thick thighs, but you whined when you couldn’t go fast enough, your strength nothing compared to the Winter Soldier’s. 

Finally, he gave in and helped you, lifting you up and lowering you down on his cock until you could do nothing but shatter apart with your release. He grunted and spilled inside you, dumping even more of his seed into your womb. Before either of you could fully recover, the Winter Soldier picked you up and bent you over on your hands and knees, rutting into you until you came again, milking even more come from his balls. He growled praises in your ear all the while.

By the time you had to bid farewell to your demon, you were so sore and full of come, you knew you’d be feeling him for days. Even still, the thought of saying goodbye to the Winter Soldier filled you with sadness, not wanting to go back to your world, but knowing you couldn’t go with him to the underworld—he’d told you humans couldn’t survive in the toxic realm.   

The demon helped you back into your torn clothes as best he could, pulling the shreds of your sweater around your shoulders to hide your nakedness as much as possible. Your tail poked out from beneath the hem of your sweater, stroking against the demon’s while he gave you one last lingering kiss. With a reassuring smile and a reminder of what he’d whispered in your ear, the Winter Soldier stepped back into the summoning circle and disappeared in a plume of smoke.

When you finally tugged the door to the room open, you found Natasha asleep against the wall beside it, the pale violet light of sunrise spilling into the basement of the abandoned church. You shook your friend awake and helped her to stand, the two of you making your way out of the church and back to her car. 

As you settled into your seats, Natasha looked over at you, taking in your appearance for the first time. Her sharp green gaze took in your shredded clothes, the grin clinging to the edges of your mouth and the ancient tome you clutched to your chest. Thankfully, the tail and horns had already disappeared. 

Natasha heaved a huge sigh, shaking her head at you even as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “I take it you had fun with the demon you summoned,” she said teasingly. You could tell from the warmth in her tone that she was genuinely happy for you, even if she was a little annoyed she’d had to wait so long for you. 

“It was,” you said, buckling your seatbelt over the book so it was strapped to your chest. You clung to it tightly, knowing it was the key to seeing your demon again. Natasha eyed the book out of the corner of her eye as she began driving away from the church.

“Are you going to summon him again?” she asked when you didn’t elaborate on your time with the demon.

“Yep,” you answered simply, grinning at your friend. 

She laughed good-naturedly. “I guess that demon dick is out of this world then,” she quipped, shaking her head a little before cutting her eyes to you. “D’you think he has a demon friend for me?” she asked jokingly as she turned onto the road that would lead you both home to your shared apartment. 

Stroking the leather-bound tome idly, you smiled and stared out the windshield, already crafting a plan for the next time you’d be able to see your demon again. “I don’t know, but I can ask if you really want,” you said distractedly, watching the sun crest the horizon as Halloween dawned over Natasha’s car.

A short silence filled the vehicle, both of you thinking hard about what you wanted for your futures. “Let me think about it,” Nat said after a while. You hummed in acknowledgement, creating a list of what you needed and what you planned to do to achieve the future you wanted with the Winter Soldier.

-~-~-

One year later on the eve of the next Halloween, you stood in the basement of the home you’d purchased for this exact reason. In the months since you first summoned your demon, you’d repeated the spell as often as you could manage, having to return to the abandoned church to make use of the small room. The Winter Soldier would grin each time he’d see you, then proceed to fuck and defile you until you were both spent, before discussing your plans for your shared future.

While you’d enjoyed your nights with your demon, it was finally time for something more permanent. You’d spent the year practicing your witchcraft, reading through the book of spells, and using what the demon had told you that first night to craft a more permanent summoning spell. Excitement crackled through your nerves as you stood behind the lectern you’d taken from the church and set up in your basement beside the summoning circle you’d recreated.

When everything was ready, you started reading the latin of the spell you’d crafted from scratch, feeling the power of the magic flowing through you and swirling around the room with an unnatural wind. Smoke began to seep through your basement floor and, as you came to the conclusion of the spell, you used your demon’s true name—James Buchanan Barnes—to summon him one final time. The smoke filled the basement and then cleared, leaving your demon standing in the circle, a wide happy grin on his handsome face.

You abandoned the tome on the lectern and launched yourself into your demon’s arms. He caught you easily and lifted you off your feet, spinning you around in circles as you both laughed happily, the sounds filling your basement.

“Welcome home, Jamie,” you murmured into his neck. Your face was buried against his throat, inhaling the comforting and familiar scent of him.

“Thank you, little witch,” he whispered into the crown of your head, a rumbling purr sounding in his chest. As he stepped free of the summoning circle, your demon’s body began to change, shrinking and morphing into a more human-like appearance. 

You’d learned that demons possessed some shapeshifting magic, and Bucky had worked on strengthening his skill so he could pass for human for as long as he wanted. By the time he’d climbed the steps up from the basement, he was the same size as a tall human, his claws, horns, tail and blood-red skin having disappeared entirely. When you pulled back from your hug, he looked like a man—but he was still your Jamie. 

His sparkling gaze was your only warning before he swooped down and captured your lips in kiss. It turned heated quickly since both of you were excited to see the other. But before you got carried away and let Bucky fuck you on the floor of the kitchen, you insisted on giving him a tour of the house you’d bought for your life together. 

It turned out that Bucky had amassed a great deal of wealth in gold during his long life, and it had been more than enough for you to buy a cozy house. You hadn’t filled it with much beyond the essentials, and together you both talked excitedly about how you wanted to decorate your home.

Once you reached the second floor, you led him to an empty room down the hall from the master bedroom. You stood in the doorway, with Bucky behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on the crown of your head while you rattled off all the ways you could use the room, like as an office or a library. 

“I think this would be the perfect room for our child, don’t you, little witch?” he asked once you’d finished, somehow knowing what you really wanted to use the room for, even as you’d skipped over it. Of course, Bucky knew. He always knew. 

You looked up over your shoulder at your demon from under your lashes, giving him a shy smile. “It would be a perfect bedroom for a child,” you agreed. Bucky squeezed you in his arms and stole a quick kiss.

He lingered with his nose brushing teasingly against yours, his breath ghosting over your lips. “Can’t wait to fill this house with our hellspawn, little witch,” he murmured, his voice low and sweet. 

In your chest, your heart raced excitedly, your slit going damp between your thighs. “Let’s start tonight, Jamie,” you said eagerly, rising up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. 

Bucky rumbled a pleased growl, then spun you in his arms and ducked to toss you easily over his shoulder. “You know I’m always more than happy to oblige you, little witch,” he rumbled, laughter in his voice. You squealed as he prowled down the hall to your bedroom, morphing back into his demon form. He threw you onto the massive king-size bed then made quick work of closing the blinds and blackout curtains, ensuring no nosy neighbors would be able to see you being fucked by Bucky in his true, monstrous form. 

You stripped off your clothes and lay on the bed, your thighs spread wide for your demon. Your hand trailed down between your legs, shoving three fingers into your sopping wet hole and getting a head start on preparing your tight pussy for his massive cock. No matter how many times you fucked your demon, you were still so tight it made both your heads spin when he pushed inside you.

Looming at the foot of the bed, Bucky grinned wickedly down at you, his glittering blue eyes raking over your naked body. He pumped his cock in one hand, climbing onto the bed and moving to cover your much smaller body. When he was close enough, you reached for his cock, collecting the first bead of his precum with your finger and bringing it to your mouth. You moaned as you felt the tingling begin, your demon’s come working its magic on your body.

“Jamie, please, I need you,” you whined when you’d pulled your fingers from your mouth. He chuckled, pushing your hand from between your thighs and replacing your fingers with three of his own. You whimpered at the stretch, your hips rising to meet the shallow thrusts of his hand.

“I’ll never get enough of this perfect cunt, little witch,” Jamie growled as he worked your pussy open as quickly as he could manage. He knew your body so well by that point that he knew exactly how to stretch you with his fingers and get you ready for his cock. It wasn’t long before you were writhing and begging for him, but he wouldn’t relent just yet. “Tell me who you belong to, tell me who owns your cunt, your heart, your soul,” he demanded in a rough growl.

“You, Jamie,” you cried obediently, but when he only pounded into you harder with his fingers, you knew what he really wanted. “I belong to James Buchanan Barnes—my heart, my soul, my cunt is yours, master!” The words flew from your lips easily because you knew they were absolutely true. 

Bucky hummed a pleased sound, removing his fingers from your cunt and pressing the tip of his cock to your dripping hole. “So good for me, little witch, the perfect pet—the perfect mate,” he praised, pushing his cock into you as fast as he could. You moaned and clung to his massive form, eyes rolling back in your head. He grinned down as he watched pleasure contort your face. 

“Jamie—master, please,” you cried, wanting more of his cock buried inside you. As he always did, Bucky obliged you, working his cock into your cunt until you felt like you were being split open by his thick length. When he was fully sheathed inside you, you both breathed a sigh of happy relief. “S’good, Jamie, s’good,” you slurred, your mind lost to the pleasure as you lay limply beneath Bucky, ready to be used as his perfect little toy.

“My little witch,” he rumbled, affection and love clear in his voice. You mewled as he pulled out of your tight channel, making him chuckle at your pathetic little sound. He shoved back inside, spearing you with his monstrous cock and wrenching a piercing cry from your lips. 

Bucky fucked you so perfectly you could cry at how fulfilled you felt. After a year of only seeing his sporadically, your feelings for him growing just as much as his did for you, it was wonderful to finally have him and know there was no limit on your time together. You were finally truly together and you were excited to make the most of it.

You and your demon settled into a rhythm, his cock pounding you perfectly, and you couldn’t wait for Bucky to fuck you through the night. You wanted him to fuck you until you passed out with exhaustion and then wake up to him fucking you until your belly was bloated with his come and you were sure his seed would take in your womb.

Brushing a kiss to your forehead, you could feel the smile on Bucky’s lips as he fucked you brutally into the bed, huffing a laugh as you whined and writhed beneath him so perfectly. In a teasing tone, he rumbled, “Aren’t you glad you read the latin?” 

That made you grin wildly, staring up at your demon with love in your eyes, seeing it reflected in his own blue gaze, and you nodded, the both of you smiling happily as you clung to your demon while he fucked you in the home you’d spend the rest of your lives in together. You knew it would be a home filled with love and laughter as your family grew to include more than the two of you. 

Yes, you were certainly very glad you ignored Natasha’s warning on that Halloween eve and read the latin since it had led you to your happily ever after with your demon.

[frostironfudge]

Devour - Bucky Barnes

Summary: the new pics of seb have me in a vice grip so here is Bucky on a Mediterranean getaway with you

Pairing: mafia!bucky x fem!reader

Word Count: 880

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, sm/ut, or/al fem receiving, dirt/y talk, allusions to previous smu/tty times, d/s vibes, sorta mafia bucky?, sorta soft moments, also prinţesă means princess (romanian)

A/N: this picture got everything to life for this drabble @sebsgirl71479 thank you for this picture

Main Masterlist

The heat is sweltering.

Drops of sweat mimic the condensation on your pink drink’s glass. Taking another sip you grumble the ice watering down the sweet and sour concoction. 

“Something amiss?” Bucky’s tone is light teasing from behind you. 

“Drinks all watered down.” You pout, still not turning to look at him, too comfortable in the lounge chair, kindle resting on your thigh. 

The breeze finally comes in drawing out a sigh from you and your eyes close. Soon enough the sun’s heat diminishes and your breath hitches. 

The scent of amber and bergamot fills your senses urging your eyes open. Bucky leans over you, gold sunglasses perched atop his head.

Your eyes trail over his stubble growing in, as he swallows you watch his throat and then follow that trail to the necklace that half dangles still caught in his white tank top. 

That same necklace that grazed your kiss bitten lips last night, soothing the heat spreading over your skin. 

An easy smile on his face, his ring clinks against the glass. “Here,” he says handing you the replacement drink and he stands, “Can’t have my best girl pouting can I?” 

You roll your eyes and he pinches your cheek a habit he formed early on both out of endearment and knowing it annoys you. 

You admire his outfit, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Fuck the drink you want to drink your man in. 

“See something you like prinţesă? You have that look on your face.” Azure eyes that put the Mediterranean seas to shame glint with mischief. 

“Oh, I see something I love.” You flirt back, admiring the way his eyes crinkle as his grin takes over. 

“A moment ago,” He returns to his original spot, the one where he hovered over you.

“You seemed as though you saw something you want to devour.” He smirks, head dipped low, lips brushing below your ear, you whimper. 

The pendant of his necklace brushes over your sternum. Cold against warm.

“Bucky—,” Your words meld into a moan when his lips trail down your neck, he leaves open mouthed kisses and your hands find his shirt tugging on it wanting him closer. 

“A little temptress in this swimsuit of yours,” his larger palm traces from your knee up your thigh and you arch but he only continues over your body till he pinches your hardened nipple through the fabric, “Fuck.” 

He reclined the lounge chair further back, caging you in, your leg now wrapped around him. 

Bucky’s lips are on yours, needy, frantic, cock straining against his pants and your hands wandering but pulling him closer. 

He chuckles into the kiss as your fingers aid in the fall of his sunglasses and his hair coming loose from the bun. He loves how needy you become for him. 

How beautiful you look sun kissed and kiss bitten from the night before all of his marks proudly displayed across your chest, shoulder, the one he left on your inner thigh. 

Bucky growls as a particular grind of his hips makes you moan as your clit begs for more attention. 

“Please, Bucky, please,” You plead pushing the soft blue shirt off of his shoulders. 

“Want to taste you, my temptress.” He cups your jaw, thumb stroking your lips, you suck on the tip of his finger. 

“I want to taste you too.” You nip at the flesh, Bucky smirks above you. 

“I’d have whipped this outfit out sooner.” He laughs when you huff frustrated, then groans as you grind your hips to his, smirking up at him when he affixes you with a pointed glare to behave. 

“I’ll eat you out right here, prinţesă.” He says in warning, hand moving to cup your mound. He can feel the heat of your skin, his own favourite concoction waiting between your thighs. 

“Is that supposed to scare me?” You raise a brow, “Because if I remember right, no one else sees what belongs to the White Wolf.” 

His eyes blaze with something deeper than lust, his possessiveness and protectiveness for you a known fact in his ruthless world. 

“Hmm, well if anyone does see,” He kisses your cheek, then trails his lips down your neck, over your chest the warmth of his mouth preceded by the cool necklace over your abdomen. Bucky settles between your thighs, pushing them apart but pulling you close. 

Nose brushing over your clothed cunt and the sight is so erotic you can’t help but moan. 

“If anyone does see you pleading and pleasing me they know you are mine temptress. As they should.” 

The fabric is peeled away and your folds are soaked, he hums pleased before his tongue runs over your aching cunt. 

You keen as his lips latch onto your clit, your fingers tangle in Bucky’s hair. 

“Which one of us is in for a treat?” Bucky questions rhetorically as you tremble beneath him, his rings digging into your thighs. 

Bucky moans, at your taste, “We’re to remain here my temptress. I want to have my fill. You will give me how ever many I want won’t you?” 

You nod.

“My good fucking girl.” He praises, mouth back on you, your moans pleasing his ears and your taste satiating as well as growing his hunger for you. 

-x-x-x-x-

Bucky Taglist: @slutforsexyseabass @almostcontentcreator @stevesmewmew

[iwantutobehapppier]

As It Was

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You and Steve had been hooking up on the sly for months now. Feelings are caught but is everyone adult enough to deal with them? And who caught them?

Warning: 18+ Only, Smut, Angst, sooo much angst. I’m not a nice person in this one. Described panic attack, cursing etc.

Word Count: 3,990

A/N: I’m in a mood and working through it. There will be sex and angst. Expect nothing more. Enjoy! :) Sorry not sorry. @sagechanoafterdark​ is gonna hate me after this but I will make her latkes to make up for it. Oh and def not MCU Canon. Everyone’s alive, I'm making it angsty enough don’t need dead peeps too. For now kekeke. 

You were both truly naive to think you could hide from a group of spies and enhanced like this but your hopefulness coupled with Steve’s never-ending optimism pushed you into delusions. Or maybe it was just the lies you let yourselves live in, that this was only sex and there was no need for anyone else to know.

“How did that date go last night?” You tried to focus on Wanda’s idle chit-chat waiting for the rest of the team to file into the conference room for a debriefing on the newest mission. Steve stood to the side of the room talking with Bucky; you looked his way to find him staring at you. He shouldn’t be so obvious really but it was hard not to stare as you were in his bed just this morning.

“Hello?” Wanda waved her hand in front of your face. You jerked back giving her full attention but not without a bashful glance.

“Good. I mean probably okay?” You sighed, “No it went pretty bad actually.” Wanda’s frown encompassed her whole face; she had been trying so hard to help you with your love life. It wasn’t like you could fault her for meddling, Vision and she worked so well together and she wanted the same for you.

She just couldn’t know that it was hard to have any good date when you were hooking up with Captain America on the sly. They would all pale in comparison but this date had been quite the spectacle of tragedies.

“Never knew someone could talk about themselves for an entire night. Let’s not forget he flirted blatantly with the waitress then, made some innuendo at me blowing him in his car in the middle of dessert.” Giving a reader’s digest version of the story you wouldn’t mention to her the way his hand kept riding up your skirt or how he practically propositioned the kind waitress to partake in a threesome.

You may have also spared the details for listening ears, specifically the pair attached to a blonde centenarian, who would not respond well to learning you had not been entirely forthcoming with details when wrapped up in his bedsheets following the atrocious date.

“He tried to put his hand up your skirt?!” Wanda’s tone was harsh, her powers lighting up her hands in response to her rage.

“You promised!” You frowned at her, you had requested several times she keep her wandering mind to herself around you. Wanda blushed at being caught.

“I knew you were holding back,” She didn’t even vein remorse, “I’m sorry it went so badly but I am not sorry for prying.” She took your hands in hers about to speak but Tony interrupted.

“I know you all have missed me whilst away,” Tony held his hand to his heart “But I am here!” last to enter with this signature flair of dramatics, “Capsicle take it away!” Tony plopped down next to you with a side smirk that you reciprocated with an eye roll.

Facing forward Steve’s eyes landed on you first, the small frown marring his face indicating he had heard Wanda.

“Let’s get started,” Tightness in his voice made you involuntarily flinch, you knew, later on, there’d be a conversation or worse there wouldn’t be one at all.

~~*~~

You limp your way back to the personal quarters following a very long but successful mission. Not without the colossal share of setbacks landing Natasha in the med bay, Bucky stranded at one point without working comm, Tony’s suit damaged beyond macrobiotics ability to repair and you along with Steve ambushed. What did it matter though if the mission was successful?

Happy to finally be back in the sanctuary for your room you started the shower letting it warm up while you slipped out of your gear. Walking back into your bedroom the welcomed silence was interrupted by your sharp inhale through clenched teeth at the pull of the tight suit on bruised and battered muscles.

“Need some help?” You jump turning around at the sight of Steve leaning against your door jam. His arms crossed over his torn and dirty stealth uniform. Did he follow you to your room from the Quinjet? The jerk on your battered body nearly sends you to your knees in pain. You just wanted to be in that hot shower, let your body feel some form of relief.

“Yes, please,” All you can get out, working hard to keep the tears of pain at bay. There was no reason to hold them back except your own pride. Steve shut your door and strode over to you, helping you peel the catsuit down your back, over your hips, his fingers gentle trailing over forming bruises. 

Steve clenches his jaw the more he exposes your injuries, a rather deep cut on your hip, dried blood trailing all the way past your knee. You place your hands on his shoulder when he ushers your legs from the suit. Left in your activewear bra and underwear you felt an unusual level of vulnerability.

You two had been fooling around for months but neither tended to each other in such a way outside of mandatory mission first aid. 

“I’m going to wash this grime off, did you want to join?” You voice barely a whisper staring down at Steve, his head slowly trailing up your body to catch your gaze. With a brief nod he stands up and you step out of your suit, moving to face his chest and helping him remove his suit. 

Soon the two of you are bare, under the harsh bathroom fluorescents and warm large showerhead’s rushing water. You stand there, your back to his front, almost touching. Almost something more than just a mutual need to clean. You close your eyes and tilt-up, letting the rainfall showerhead leave trails of water down your face. The two of you shampooed your respective hair, he opted to use your gardenia scented shampoo, his own shampoo only ever in his bathroom.

Having him so close and naked but not touching left an uneasy ache in your stomach. The sensation that something was wrong, but what could be wrong? You turned your head back to look at him, his eyes were already on you, they were always on you. His gaze felt different than any others and you weren’t sure what it meant. A storm burning behind those beautiful blue eyes. Often, you find yourself getting lost in those pools of blue. Clearing your throat you turned back around, closing your eyes and tilting your head back up to rinse the shampoo from your hair. 

Maybe you imagined it all? Your desire to want more from him projecting your own wishes in his actions.

You are startled from your thoughts when you feel a soaped washcloth gently drag across the back of your neck, along your back and moving to your front. Rough calloused hands with a tender touch washing you clean of all the harshness of the past few days. A relaxed sigh escapes your lips, the coupling of warm water helping your muscles loosen and Steve’s attention pulls you into a cloud of comfort.

An involuntary hiss pulls from your mouth when he washes the deep gash on your hip. Muttered “Sorry” is his response, bending his knees to be low enough behind you to clear away the blood. Your eyes drawn to the crimson water swirling down the drain, but you were pulled to face him, his eyes assessing your front to find any speck of grime he missed. 

Once he was satisfied you took the washcloth from him, ensuring to ring it clean and reapply soap you begin the task of cleansing him.

Petite hands run over the wide expanse of his chest following the washcloth, this feels different, you want to shake it off and pretend that was not true but it was different. Whatever it was between the two of you, it was growing, mutating, maturing into something more.

With both of you free of the missions burdens and dirt his lips crash against yours. The intensity of his kiss is startling, hands trailing up your sides to wrap around your back, pulling you flush to him. His touch was untethered in a way unfamiliar to you. Finally, he pulls his lips from yours, your lugs desperate for air. Wide eyes look at him, and he can only answer with a low lid gaze, licking his lips as he pulls you in once more to drink up all you have to offer. If he asked you’d give him everything and what was left after that.

Your hands grip his shoulders, needing an anchor in the rocking waves of his desire. His hardening cock presses against your stomach, a soft moan spilling into his mouth that he eagerly consumes it. Hands slipping down your waist, one hand gripping your wound free hip he hoists you up against the cool bathroom tiled wall. 

Legs wrapped around his waist, his gorgeous cock sitting pretty between your lips. You rock against him, your slick coating him, he grunts into your mouth, not once pulling away, you take in much need air through your nose. 

There was no need for foreplay, you were always ready for him, something you hoped he did and didn’t notice at the same time. After all the power he had over you, you wanted to keep him ignorant. Oblivious to your thoughts consumed by him, the way your skin craves his touch, your heart longed to keep him there with you forever. The dates you went on to keep appearance that this was still casual to you. That this was still whatever he wanted it to be so it wouldn’t stop.

Pulling you from your thoughts Steve manhandles your body to line you up. Releasing your lips you watch at his cock sitting at your entrance. You coo, watching him slowly push in. Your fingernails dig into his shoulder, Pushing forward until he’s reached your depths. There’s a lascivious way to how he feels inside of you. His head falling into your neck, peppering kisses on the wet skin. 

“Feel so good around me,” he garbles into your neck. The pace he starts is slow at first, almost loving, but the jarring way he pushes the last few inches in reminds you what this is. Carding your hands through his hair you pull his head back to look him in the eyes.

“Fuck me Steve,” His eyes darken, following your command he pummels into your heat. Driving you both into moaning messes. Foreheads pressed together, slapping of flesh echoing against the tiled walls. He presses his lips to yours, the softness of it contrasting the carnal brutality of his cock driving into you.

Lowering his head he takes a pebbled nipple into his mouth, suckling and pulling. Knowing you love that pain wrapped in your pleasure. Your hands slap against his back, arching into his touch you cry out. Fingers digging into the corded muscles of his back you seek purchase on something, pleasure wrecking your body of any sense. 

“Steve!” You holler, your body drawing tight as the ever needed orgasm nears. “Please,” the gentleness in your pleas pulls Steve’s head back up. A hand leaves your waist, cupping the side of your face. “Yes, I’ll give you whatever you want.” He gasps out face tightening as you both near. 

“Come for me and you can have it all,” he continues hips never faltering. His cock stretching and dragging along your walls. A particular deep thrust sends you spinning, your legs tighten around him fingers digging into flesh enough to bruise if he hadn’t been a super-soldier. 

His pace stutters, a staccato of groans fall from his lips and you feel that telling of warmth shooting inside you. God how you loved the way he felt cumming inside you.

There’s a peaceful silence in the oncoming dawn, the two of you wrapped in each other under your bedsheets. Legs tangled together, your head resting on his chest, entranced by the rhythm of his heartbeat. You woke before him, a first, drawing random patterns on his chest with your finger. 

Idle thoughts race through your head, now that the mission is washed away after a night of rest you could not help but think on your date and Steve’s reaction to you withholding information. If it wasn’t addressed sooner rather than later it would just be a new topic for you two to not talk about, just like whatever this was. 

When he wakes up, his arms wrap around you, holding you tightly against him. The embrace welcomed and certainly something you could get used to as a routine. He lets out an exaggerated yawn and smacks his lips together looking down at you with a sleep ridden smile. A smile tugs at your lips at his adorable morning mannerisms. 

Better to get this all out in the open before the day began and you became a coward.

“About that date-” Before you can say more a shadow falls over him, lips downturned when he practically chucks you off him.

“You’re not obligated to tell me things like that,” his voice rough with sleep, he swings his legs off the bed sitting up with his back to you. “You’re really not obligated to me in any way outside of following mission directives,” the curtness in his voice is searing in your ears. 

Right, right you two weren’t obligated to each other. Obligate meant you had to get something back from him other than orgasms. 

“Oh right…” the silence settles between the two of you, heavy and uncomfortable. You pull your sheets up to cover your chest while sitting up. There are a few moments of controlled breathing, erratic heartbeats, and tense shoulders. Steve stands and makes for his dirty mission clothes, never looking back at you, covering his privates with the clothes but not putting them on. Your room was across from his, not like anyone would see him.

“I’ll see you around,” It wasn’t until he was out of the room that you realized the shared silence between you two was full of all the things left unsaid, or half-spoken. 

You don’t see him again until the next mission briefing a few days later. Only looking for him once, and when he brushed you off to spend time with Bucky you weren’t hurt only upset he never came to you later. 

Entering the familiar conference room you sit next to Tony who was surprisingly there before you. He smiles at you and you return it before facing forward. Steve not looking at you, for once. His eyes on the report in his hands, a grimace covering his face before he begins to discuss the upcoming mission. Eyes never leaving the paper.

“Are there naked girls on that paper man?” Bucky asks a soft chuckle is Tony’s input.

Steve huffs looking at his longest friend, “No.” a grumble under his breath. 

“Then maybe look up, what’s wrong with you punk?” Steve’s eyes divert to you for a moment, so fast you almost miss it before he’s looking at Bucky once more.

“Nothing,” he clears his throat and continues, his eyes perusing the room but never landing on you. Your face downturned to the table, the uneasy feeling you had during the shared shower returned but tenfold. He calls out your name and it startles you, jerking up to look at him. His lips pinched before he continues.

‘You and Tony will be doing this one together,” You look at Tony who gives you a thumbs up with a soft smile. While the two of you had been paired before on group missions it had never been just the two of you.

“We’ve got this Firecracker, right?”  Giving a tentative smile you nod in agreement. Looking back to Steve he’s staring down at his papers once more, brow furrowed and lips pursed. Whatever thoughts he had storming in his brain, not good.

~~*~~

Five days, you’re with Tony for five days on this mission. It wasn’t so bad except Tony loved to complain. You were used to the silence of Natasha and Bucky or friendly conversations with Steve. Not the never-ending complaints of one Tony Stark. 

You escape to your room, leaning against the shut door with a relieved sigh. Silence, blessed silence. 

However, that silence was short-lived when the echo of knocking on Steve’s door carried over. You should move further into your room and not eavesdrop but you were too exhausted to care enough about proper decorum.

“Hey Steve,” a soft familiar feminine voice greeted Steve as he answered the door. Your eyes narrowed. Who was that?

“Oh! You’re here.” He sounded flustered, “I’m so sorry I should have met you out front.” His words are rushed with an uneasiness to it. What was Steve hiding? 

“It’s alright, Bucky let me in and honestly I was just excited to see you for tonight” the soft comforting words carry across the hall through your door. Just as you went to step away, not wanting to hear anything that would do permanent damage to your already fragile heart.

“I mean we’ve been tiptoeing around each other for years then it was radio silence,” there was an awkward chuckle from Steve in response “Was surprised when you asked me out.” There it was. You fall back against the door, the back of your head hitting the door with a thud. 

“Oh, what was that?” The female voice questions but Steve dismisses it quickly and leads her down the hall. Away from you. For a date. A date that Steve was going on. Without you.

Your heart pounds in your ears, sliding down the door toppling onto your ass, the pounding on gets louder. Taking in large gulps of breath you try to gain a sense of reality, it's unobtainable. A buzzing noise is all you can hear. Whatever this was it made all torture you’d suffered in the past seem like child’s play. Crushing, that's what it felt like, being crushed from the inside out. Big fat tears made their way down your cheeks.

Oh, what a fool you had been. Why would you deserve to be cherished? How could someone see you more than a simple means to an end? Laying on your side, you curl up into yourself on the floor of your room. The buzzing in your head and straggled breaths the only sound you could make out.

~~*~~

Much later in the evening, there was a tentative knock on your door. Struggling to open your tear swollen eyes you make out your name being called. Another knock, louder this time, you sit up and with a deep breath, you rub your face. Slowly standing on your knees you open the door and look up to see Wanda’s worry stricken face.

“Oh no,” a soft sigh and suddenly your being picked up, she pulls your arm around your shoulder and leads you out of your room, down the hall where Steve left, with her. You feel the crushing sensation return.

Wanda sensing your ramping thoughts sets you on a stool in the kitchen and takes your hand.

“Deep breaths,” A soft hand on your chest, “In through your nose,” She takes a deep breath and you mimic holding it with her. The hand on your chest glows a soft red, you feel your body relax “out through your mouth,” together again you breath out. “Keep doing that I’m making some tea.”

Watching her movements you continue your breathing as instructed, a thought crept up. Did she listen to him as you did? Was her advice better than yours? Was he kissing her like he did you in the shower? 

“Stop!” Wanda’s voice soft but tone harsh enough to still your thoughts. You hadn’t even noticed your breathing pick up. She brings the tea over and mimics the breathing pattern once more and you follow along. 

“There was something I wanted to tell you before that last group mission,” Wanda pushes the warm tea in front of you. Steam raising out the cup, you curl your fingers around the mug. The heat emitting into your hands helps you realize you had been cold. Pulling the mug up you take a small sip, the warmth blooming down your throat to your stomach releases an uncontrollable sigh from you, shoulders sagging.

“I heard your thoughts, about the date, about Steve,” the way she stresses his name makes you tense once more a sharp breath in. She tips her mug to you and taking another small sip you let the warmth soothe you once more.

“You’re worthy,” she speaks so softly you almost miss it. “I heard it, the thoughts you weren’t good enough, weren’t worth love.” Looking down at the mug setting it on the table you have no words to offer in response.

“You’re worth so much more than this world has given you,” a hand takes your from your mug, fingers intertwining. A feeling of warm euphoria slowly seeps in your hand up your body. She says your name making you look up at her. 

“It’s okay to say what you need,” you jerk your hand away at her words the feelings she provided evaporated.

You open your mouth to say something but the elevator doors ding, both turning you regret ever coming out of your room. 

There he was, handsome as ever, hands in his pant pockets. Head bowed down with furrowed brows. It’s a few steps out of the elevator that he notices you and Wanda. Steve freezes, his eyes didn’t leave you. Trailing up and down your body you suddenly became self-conscious of the fact you had never changed out of your gear and eyes more than likely still puffy from crying. You certainly looked sexy right now. 

He takes a timid step towards you, your back goes straight and you stand up from the stool. Whatever he had to say wasn’t going to help your current mood, you’d rather just avoid the inevitable. You were rather good at circumventing fate. 

When he says your name you make your exit of the kitchen, seeking solace in the four walls of your room. His feet are pounding on the floor as he make chase for you. 

A warm large hand grabs your upper arm stopping your progress. You whip your face around and look up at him. His lips pursed together again, there’s that look, the deepness of his blue eyes. The impossible futures you projected. 

“I-” He pauses and clears his throat, his eyes shifting around you. “I know you heard Sharon and I,” you let out a hiss at her name. Sharon, fucking, of course, Sharon Carter. There was nothing wrong with Sharon, she was a great CIA agent, a remarkable SHIELD agent but she was also locked into Steve’s past.

Not worthy, unlovable, not his, not enough, never amount to that connection. Is all that runs through your head. 

“Right, but you’re not obligated to tell me things like that,” You hate yourself right now, why were you throwing his words back in his face. “In fact,” Stop! Stop! “I’m not obligated to you in any way except following orders.” 

Steve’s reaction to your verbal assault is similar to if you had smacked him, he takes a step back leaning away from you. His hand slackens on your arm and you use this to slip out. 

Without another word you rip your arm from his loosened grip and make your way to your room. Shutting the door behind you, you walk into your closet and shut that door too. You go as deep as you can in the closet, far away from Steve. You didn’t want him to hear you crying, did not want him to hear your heartbreak.

[stachmousworld]

Steve is dumb (Final part)

Summary: Steve gets a tast of his own medecine.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Steve woke up, surprisingly enough, after his wife and stepdaughter. He stretched, reveling in the sweet soreness in his muscles. Memories of last night passed through his mind slowly. He slowly licked his lips. Maybe today he’d be able to get a taste of her pussy.

He didn’t check the time, not wanting this kind of negativity right now, and made his way downstairs. He followed the sound of Sylvie’s grating voice and entered the kitchen.

He ignored his wife, who didn’t care, and greeted fondly his stepdaughter. He noticed her discomfort as she shifted her weight to relieve some pression off her hole. Steve licked his lips. The feeling of accomplishment bloomed inside his chest. It was he who did that to her. He made her sore and leaking.

He hid his grin behind his mug and pretended listening to whatever his wife was saying. She didn’t expect any of them to interact with them, as usual.

Steve leaned on his left and voiced his concern over the younger woman’s wellbeing. “You look…stiff. Are you okay?” He asked with fake naivety.

She crossed and uncrossed her legs. “Yeah, last night was wild.”

“I know, that’s why I asked.”

She looked at him, lost. “What do you mean?”

He glanced at his wife who was still telling her story.

“Bucky left pretty quickly after you went asleep and he asked me to help him out.” She froze. Steve growled softly into her ear. “I fucked you so hard. You felt so good around me. So tight and wet. Should have stayed to fuck you some more but didn’t want to wake you up.”

She dropped her cutlery, stood up and ran out of the room. Steve followed her quickly. Sylvie stopped talking for a second before going on.

Steve followed her to her bedroom. She tried to close the door on him, but he slammed his hand against the wood. She almost tumbled on the floor under the force. Steve entered the room and locked it. They stared at each other for the longest.

“Why did you flee?” he asked, darkly.

“I-I…”

“What? Don’t be like that, Baby girl. I’ve seen your messages to Bucky. I know what you’ve dreamt off.”

She coughed on her saliva and tripped onto her bed. Steve kept walking toward her.

“I couldn’t resist it. Seeing you all wet and prep for me.” He grabbed his erection through his boxers. “I have to thank Bucky for that, actually.”

She crawled away from him. Steve grabbed her ankle and pulled her. She shrieked calling Sylvie. Steve laughed.

“You think she’ll come? And if she did. What would you say?” He grabbed the other feet and spread her legs open. Her cunt was still glistening with his cum. “What would you say, while you are still full of my cum?”

“I was unconscious!” She screamed, angrily.

“I have sms of all of your so-called fantasies.”

She stopped fighting him. For a second, he thought she’d spit on him. So, he was surprised when she surged forward and kissed him. His body automatically reacted. He played with her tongue, pressing their bodies together. They were soon getting out of breath and lightheaded.

He quickly discarded his boxers and teared off her gown. She yelped but soon was diverted by Steve’s fingers pressing in her.

“You are still so wet,” he growled in her ear. “Your pussy was made for me.”

She chuckled sarcastically. “You could have had that for years, but you married my stepmom.”

Steve stopped moving, shocked. She pushed him on his back and pressed his dick.

“You could have had me, bouncing on your dick –.” She leaned forward. “Daddy.”

Before Steve could reply or even think of a reply, she started bouncing up and down. She didn’t slow down, not even when he cried that he’d come to soon, not even when he could see her legs straining. She forced him to take it. It was hers. All of him.

She leaned forward, hands on his chest and bounced deeper. Steve’s toes coiled and his hands clenched on her butt. He gagged on some much-needed air, begging for her to slow down, just a second.

“But Daddy, I thought you could handle me? You are so strong and…” She hissed as she sat down on completely on him. His entire dick was snuggled and milked. He groaned and forced himself to take a few breaths. Beware what you wish for. She may now be still but she…

“Fuck!” he screamed head thrown back. She was contracting her walls and…Steve saw white. His orgasm was coming at full blast and…nothing. He cried, wiping his sweaty face. He was sure he’d come.

Until he felt it.

The unforgivable silicon material around his dick. A cockring. When?

A sharp pain on his face, brought him back to reality. He dazingly placed a hand on his abused cheek. What was happening?

“I love the idea of somnophilia. Knowing that they’d use me for their own pleasure is…” She let her sentence unfinished, but her walls spoke for her. She was clenching around him. “They can take as long as they want and I’ll just be able to take it.” She licked his lips. “But what is a peaceful experience can become hell when you are awake, don’t you think?” Steve nodded dumbly. He raised his head to kiss her, but she turned her head away. “So, you got your fill, and I want mine. I’ll take as long as I want to come. And if I’m nice, I let you come too.”

Steve spluttered his indignation and revolt. She shook her head laughing and started moving. This time, she didn’t stop.

Steve was grabbing the sheets for dear life. He didn’t know how long she had been at it, but she came at least twice and she was still relentlessly bouncing on his dick.

Up and down. Up and down.

Steve’s entire body was tensed and wet. He didn’t dare to move. He had already tried to divert his mind with something else, but she’d immediately made him focus back. She’d clench, pinch his nipples hard or bite. Yeah. Her teeth were dangerous tools, which brought him closer to his refused release.

Steve’s mind suffered a mild blackout. He wasn’t sure how long, but he couldn’t remember climaxing and yet here he was. Watching her pushing blobs of his cum right back into her pussy. Steve swallowed but his dry mouth didn’t cooperate. He tried to talk to her. Really. Only a few gurgles came out of his mouth.

She raised her head and gave him an exhausted smile.

His mind drifted again, this time he let it go.

Mother masterrliiiisssstt ✨✨✨🐱‍🏍

[jobean12-blog]

Now that I mentioned it, I can't stop thinking about it and I love you the most and know you'll do this so much justice!!! Imagine being Quarantined in your cute little house in the suburbs with Bucky and you guys bought a trampoline, once it's built and you're bouncing on it, Bucky is like "fuck, this is bouncy. Reminds me of when you're bouncing on my cock" and let's just say Bucky wants to move the trampoline into your bedroom for future sex 😂 I love you 💜

Might as well JUMP!

Pairing: Bucky x reader (College Bucky AU!)

Word Count: 1,094

Summary: After a long night of partying you wake up to an annoying noise, your boyfriend Bucky no where to be found...what could he be up to?

Author’s Note: So I changed the setting for this a little @mushyjellybeans and I hope that is ok! instead of it taking place during quaratine in burbs it’s at college where they live together (renting) in a house with 4 of their friends. It worked great for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club College AU Day! Hope you like it! It was so fun to write and I may or may not have listened to ‘Jump’ like 12x! haha! Thank you all for reading! Much love❤❤❤ PS for some reason when I thought of Bucky in college this particular gif came to mind! ;) 

Warnings: fluff, college humor, Sam and Steve being sassy, Bucky being sexy, dirty talk, cursing, implied smut :) 

You wake to an awful pounding in your head, groaning and covering your face with the pillow. ���Buck? Bucky? Buckyyyyyy?” you whine. Peaking from just under the corner you see no sign of Bucky, the rest of your small twin bed empty except for the messy covers and his tee shirt. Turning over you grab your phone to check the time, a small gasp escaping when you see it’s after 12pm.

“Shit,” you mutter, pulling your underwear up and throwing Bucky’s shirt over your head. You wash up quickly, opting to put on your boy shorts and bra, knowing there could very well be random people sprawled across the living room of your house. Having your own place in college was a dream come true, except when you had 5 other roommates, 3 of them boys!

Stomping down the steps you continue your search for Bucky, instead spotting Sam curled up on the couch with a pillow over his head. “You look like me 10 minutes ago,” you chuckle, picking up the pillow and poking him. “Have you seen Bucky?” Sam rolls over, huffing and putting the pillow back over his head. “That asshole was making so much noise earlier, going on about jumping and Van Halen and building some shit in the yard. I couldn’t pay attention long enough to care and he wouldn’t shut up!”

You smash the pillow into Sam’s head and walk away, grumbling as you head to the back door. The banging starts up again and you call Bucky’s name. “BABE! You’re up! Don’t come out here yet, wait a sec,” he yells from the yard. You stop at the door, arms crossed over your chest and tapping your foot. True to his word he’s at your side quickly. “Morning,” he says, his smile suspicious. You grab the blue hat off his head and turn it around backwards as he leans in to kiss you. “Someone slept in.”

“Yea! And someone else didn’t! We were up until like 4 am! What the hell are you doing up and what have been doing?” He silences the rest of your rant with his mouth, backing you against the wall as his hand travels under your (his) tee shirt. With a giggle, you put your hands on his chest, lightly pushing him away, “don’t distract me! What. Have. You. Been. Doing?”

He rolls his eyes and tells you to close yours. “Now, don’t look until I tell you to, got it?” You nod, holding onto his arm as he leads you outside. The warm sunshine and cool air are a welcome relief from the stuffiness of the house, the smell of alcohol and bad choices still lingering. “HURRY UP, Buck!” Clicking his tongue, he chides, “always so impatient. Ok, wait right here.” He stands you on the grass and lets your hand go.

You squeeze your eyes shut in frustration, trying to not to huff too loudly. Suddenly, you hear a strange noise, something you recognize but haven’t heard it what feels like forever. “Bucky, what the hell is going on?” The familiar noise continues followed by Bucky’s laughter. “Ok, baby, open ‘em up!”

Opening your eyes, you take in the sight before you. There is a large trampoline now sitting in your yard with Bucky gleefully jumping on it. “OMG!” you squeal, running toward it and climbing on. “Now I know why Sam said you were talking about Van Halen! THIS IS AWESOME! HOW?” Bucky jumps over to you, taking your hands in his as you two bounce together in a circle.

“Well, I woke up at like 9am.” You immediately make a horrified face and he laughs, “I know, I know, I felt the same, but I had this dream about a trampoline and I woke up and ran to Walmart to get one.” You let go of his hands and do a twirl, asking more questions, “so that’s what the banging was this morning, then?” He backs up and does a flip, nodding and smiling as you give him a thumbs up.

“I know what we need,” he belts out, hopping off the trampoline and retrieving his phone from the grass. He connects it to the speakers in the yard and you hear the iconic start to Van Halen’s ‘Jump’ blast through them. “YESSSSSS!” you cheer, jumping higher and spinning.

You and Bucky are so busy jumping you don’t notice Steve come shuffling out the door and onto the grass. He’s shouting but you don’t hear him, too busy singing and jumping. He finally finds Bucky’s phone and shuts the music, standing and glaring at you both with his hands on his hips. “What is going on out here? It’s so early and you two are SO LOUD!”

Bursting into a fit of giggles, you point at Steve, sassing. “First of all. Good afternoon to you too. Second, it’s after 12pm, princess and third, nice hair. What the hell happened to you last night?” Steve’s hand immediately flies up to his hair, the strands sticking up in all directions. He tries with no success to tame them, groaning and glaring at you again, “whatever, could you two just shut the hell up, I have a headache.”

He stomps off and you start laughing all over again, asking Bucky to turn the music back on. He does so happily, now standing on the grass and staring at you as you jump. “What? You’re done jumping already?” you tease. Bucky licks his lips as he walks toward the trampoline. You stop jumping and stare him down, “what?” you ask, this time a bit sterner.

“Why did you stop bouncing,” he asks, his voice low. “Because, uh, you’re staring and I don’t know why,” you dead pan. “Fuck me,” he says, still giving you no real explanation. “I did that last night baby,” you say with a wink and start jumping again. He climbs back in and leans against the netting. “This thing is really bouncy, reminds me of when you’re riding my cock.”

You’re momentarily stunned, then you realize that his eyes keep moving down to your boobs as you bounce. Giving him a wicked grin, you reply, “well as fun as this is, I like bouncing on your cock way better.” You call him over with the crook of your finger. Bucky bounces toward you and does one quick flip before he reaches you, grabbing you and pulling you into his chest. “That’s good to know. Although, I wish this fit in our room, we could have so much fun.”

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[highladyofasgard]

Shit.

[spidey-babe-parker]

featuring: Bucky Barnes

WC: 3.4k (this was way longer then planned)

Warnings: they get handsy and then unprotected sex happens (wrap it up ya’ll)

Summary: Tony has the idea to make his personal therapist start having therapy sessions with Bucky. He just wants to start feeling like a human again and she’s there for him in more then one way.

“You want me to be his therapist?” she asked very confused on why she was being ask to be the therapist to a man who was a murdering assassin for Hydra.

“He’s not going to hurt you,” Steve sighed. “He’s just having really bad nightmares about his Hydra days and needs someone to talk with.”

“So, you want an innocent human who has no ability to protect herself to help?” this was shocking to her that they were even asking.

“We’ll be putting you up in the compound in a really nice suite and we’ll take care of you and even pay you well,” Tony said speaking up for the first time.

She already technically worked for Mr. Stark was his personal therapist. After the events that happened in New York he as having issues sleeping so he hired her to come in twice a week and listen to him. She had grown to know the rest of the Avengers since she was always at the compound. She had even met Bucky and gotten to know him. Even though he was always nice to her, part of her was always scared of him. She had heard all the stories about Hydra’s killing machine asset.

“Tony,” she sighed not knowing if she should take the job.

“You’ll talk to him every day before training for thirty minutes and that’s all it will take,” he said attempting to sale me on his job.

She probably should have said no and walked away but for some reason she couldn’t.

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It had been three weeks since she had signed up to be Bucky’s therapist. Her time that was spent with him we mostly them talking for thirty minutes before training. He talked for the most part about his dreams and nightmares he would have. His nightmares were about what Hydra had him do and about how the tortured him, and the awful things they made him do.

She was sitting at her desk in her office in the Avenger compound and Bucky was sitting across her on the couch. He was oddly more silent then normal. He was never much of talker, he was always the silent type. Silently she watched him wondering what was going on in his head.

“Hey Bucky you got to let me know what you’re thinking,” she asked closing her notebook that was in front her.

He bit his bottom lip and looked up at me with a look I couldn’t describe. Reaching up he scratched the back of his neck with his metal arm. A heavy sigh passed his lips.

“I’m not having a good mental day,” he mumbled.

“Why aren’t you having a good day?” she asked.

“I just feel like I have a lot of tension building up at the moment,” she watched as his flesh finger aimlessly drew shapes on his tone thigh.

“Did you maybe want to go to work out to release some tension and then we could talk after?” she asked wondering how she could help him out.

He nodded and stood up.

“Why do you go work out and then come and find me and we can talk again,” she said giving her a smile.

As he walked to the door he reached for the handle but paused, turning back he looked back at her to find her still sitting at her desk. He needed to talk to her but he didn’t know how to communicate what was going on in his brain.

“Can I say something without you judging me?” he asked still standing in front of the door.

Looking up at him she was confused on why he thought she might judge him for something he needed to say.

“I’m always here to listen. I wont ever judge you,” she smiled.

Waking towards her desk he stopped a foot away from it, “I’m worried I’m never going to have normal human interaction again,” he sighed.

Pushing her eyebrows together she stared at him for a moment, “you have normal human interaction every day, you spend time with Steve and the rest of the Avengers. You also talk to me every day.”

“That���s not what I mean. I know I interact with everyone at the compound, but I’m stuck here.”

She suddenly felt sorry for him. Every day she had the ability to leave and go to the store and talk to random strangers without having to fear their reactions to her. He just wanted to be human and treated like a normal person.

“What kind of interaction do you want?” she asked.

Looking down at the ground he suddenly felt awkward, he regretted even bringing this up.

“Never mind,” he turned on his heels.

She jumped up from her desk and ran to stop him before he walked out of her office, “Bucky you have to talk to me. I’m here to listen you, please just let me in.”

She stood blocking the door, “it’s embarrassing,” he sighed.

“Just tell me,” she said softly.

Walking away from her he walked back over to the couch and sat back down with a heavy sigh, “I haven’t been with anyone since the nineteen forties. I don’t even know if I have the capability to even be with a woman again. I can barely talk to anyone one outside of Steve at this point.”

Everything he had said was a lot to take in a moment. He craved human touch and maybe to be in another relationship, but he didn’t know if he would ever be able to.

“I haven’t even kissed a woman in like seventy years,” he said with a little laugh.

“Did you want to kiss someone?” she felt suddenly awkward, but she also suddenly craved to be his first kiss in forever.

A heavy sigh passed his lips as he stared at her, “I don’t even know anyone who would kiss me.”

Walking over she sat down next to him on the couch. Reaching over she rested her hand on his tone thigh, “we can kiss if you would like.” She knew damn well that if Tony found out she offered to kiss Bucky he could fire her in a heartbeat.

Looking over at her he seemed to be conflicted on if he should take her up on her offer. “Do you even want to kiss me?” he asked.

She had grown to find Bucky more and more attractive the more she worked with him. The thought of kissing him seemed actually kind of thrilling to her. She nodded her head slowly as she locked her eyes on his icy blue ones.

They stared at each other for along moment before she reached over and rested her hand on his scruff covered cheek. She shifted on the couch so that she was sitting closer to him. He gave her a gentle smile before he leaned in closing the distance between them. Their noses rested against each other as they slowly breathed for a moment. He was dying to press his lips to hers for a kiss, but part of him was scared of himself. She was dying to feel his lips against hers, but she didn’t want to rush him. She wanted him to do this at his own pace.

“Bucky,” she murmured.

“Give me a second,” he sighed.

“You have all the time in the world,” she smiled.

Reaching up he rested his hand on her cheek and moved them so their lips finally touched. Gently their lips moved together. He couldn’t help but find the taste of her berry chapstick intoxicating. The kiss was gentle and soft, but it had her craving more. Slowly he pulled his lips away from hers and gave her a smile.

  “Was that worth the wait?” she asked with a light laugh.

He nodded his head smiling, “I think I need to go to training.”

“Alright,” she said softly as he stood up.

“I will see you tomorrow at the same time,” he said from the door.

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It had been a few days since there kiss they had shared together. Therapy went back to their normal session after the kiss. There seemed to be some type tension between them now after they shared their kiss. She couldn’t lie her crush on Bucky had seemed to be growing over the last few days. She was attempting to act like the kiss never happened because that’s what Bucky had seemed to be doing.

He was once again silently sitting on the couch messing with the hem of his shirt.

“Bucky what are you thinking?” she asked breaking the silence that had formed.

Looking up at her he just blinked a lot staring at her.

“You seem lost in your thoughts,” he said.

With a shrug of his shoulder he said, “I keep thinking about the other day.”

“What day?”

“When we kissed,” he sighed.

Her heartrate picked up a little bit at the mention of their kiss. She swallowed and closed her notebook that she had just been writing in. She didn’t need anything that was about to be said written down in a notebook.

“What about it?” she whispered almost afraid to know what he was going to say.

“That I want it to happen again and that I guess I want more with you,” he tilted his head to the side as if he was confused by his own thoughts. He thought maybe it could just be an innocent and mean nothing, but that didn’t happen. He had thought about the feeling of his lips against hers since they had shared their kiss.

“What do you mean you want more?” she asked standing up.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t even know what that means for me.”

“Did you want to start trying things people do when they’re in a relationship?” she asked leaning against her desk.

He nodded his head silently.

“What did you want to try?” she asked. She knew what she wanted to do with Bucky but she needed him to be the one to tell her what he needed.

Biting his bottom lip, he stood up in front of the couch and slowly started pacing like he was trying to process what he was thinking.

“Would you have sex with me?” he asked sounding completely ashamed of his request. Never in his life did he that he would be so desperate for the touch of a women that he would be asking his therapist to have sex with him.

“Is that what you want?” she asked knowing damn well she wanted it, but she needed him to admit it.

Awkwardly he nodded his head, “you can totally say no. I’m not pushing you into to doing this at all. It’s just I’m attracted to you and if this was before all this,” he said holding up his metal arm. “I would have been a lot more smooth and charming as asked you out on a real date,” he rambled on.

“Where do you want to do it?” she asked.

His eyes grew wide at the thought that she was actually agreeing to this. “I mean we could do it in here. No one will walk in here.”

“Alright,” she said giving him a soft smile. “Why do you come over and kiss me an we can slowly go into this,” she signaled for him to stand up.

He nodded his head and stood up and walked over to her. Resting his hand on her cheek again he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers. As their lips danced her his hands moved so they were both resting on her hips holding her close to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck she rolled her body against his, and gained a groaned in reaction.

Pulling apart slowly she looked at him and gave him a smile.

“I might have to stop being your therapist after this,” she whispered.

“We’ll talk to Tony and work this out. This is more of physical and emotional therapy for me.”

Reaching down between them she started to palm his already semi hard dick through his grey sweatpants. He moaned lightly has she brought her lips up to his neck. He wasted no time reaching between them and started massaging her breast. She moaned against his neck with the feeling of his strong hands on her.

Removing her hand from his hard erections she stepped away from him. She gave him a seductive look and he moved his hands up and started unbuttoning her floral blouse that she had been wearing. The second the all the buttons were undone he pulled it off her quickly leaving her standing in front of him wearing a cream-colored bra and a high waisted skirt.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said reaching in behind her to undo her bra. As it fell to the ground she was very aware of how exposed he had left her. His lips connected with her collarbone and worked their way to down to her nipples that were already at a peak with excitement. Kissing each of her nipples he slowly took one in his mouth while his metal hand massaged her breast. The feeling of the cool metal on her skin was intoxicating. A loud moan passed her lips at the of him touching her.

Removing himself from her he stepped back and quickly pulled his shirt off leaving him in just sweatpants.

“Take your shoes and sweatpants off,” she said reaching down and removing her underwear.

He nodded his head an made quick work of discarding the rest of his clothing. Standing there naked and proud he reached up and pushed her skirt up so that it was sitting on her hips and left her completely exposed.

“Where should we do this?” she asked.

“Do you want to ride me on the couch?” he asked looking over at the couch that was behind him.

“It’s what ever you want to do Bucky, I’m going this to help you. Me getting off here is just a bonus.”

Her words caused him to smile, she was great girl who didn’t have to do this, but wanted to do it to help Bucky out. Reaching down he grabbed her hand and led them towards the couch. He sat down first and she followed his lead and straddled his hips. Raising herself up he took this as his cue to line himself up with her entrance. Resting her hands on his strong shoulders she slowly lowered herself down on this thick length. A sigh passed her lips as he filled her completely. His icy blue eyes were locked on hers as she sat completely still for a moment adjusting to him.

“Are you okay?” he asked as she held her eyes tightly for a moment.

She slowly nodded her head and opened her eyes to find him staring right at her. “Yeah you’re pretty big,” she said causing his smile to grow even more.

Her body started slowly moving up and down his length. She leaned and connected her lips to his for a wet kiss. There was nothing pretty about it, their lips danced and she opened her mouth for his tongue to slide in. It might be the hottest kiss of her life. His hands locked onto her hips helping her move as their lips danced.

“Oh god,” she moaned pulling away from him for a moment. She continued to move against him and knew she wouldn’t last very much longer. She could feel the coil starting to form in her stomach. Their breathing got heavier as both of them were getting closer to the edge.

“You got this,” he whispered connecting his lips to her neck.

With another thrust she hit her high, she sat still for a moment as her walls tightly clenched around him. He took this as his cue and used his strength to move her up and down his length a few times before he hit his own high. Leaning his head back he panted trying to catch his breath as she leaned forward resting her head against his shoulder. She couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on her face.

“That was amazing,” she murmured against his skin.

“I forgot how fun sex was,” he said causing her to laugh.

“What happens now?” she asked crawling off him.

“Can I take you out on a date? Maybe we can work on building that part of a relationship,” he smiled.

Her eyebrows pressed together confused by him asking her out, “wait you actually like me?”

He nodded his head and gave her a confused look, “I thought that was obvious.”

She shook her head, “I thought you just wanted to have sex with me.”

He scratched the back of his neck with his metal arm, “I like you a lot that’s why I wanted to sleep with you.”

“Oh, I like you too,” she smiled.

“Does that me you’ll go out with me?” he asked reaching over and resting his hand on her knee.

“Yeah I’ll go out with you,” she nodded.

“Thank you.”

He leaned over and connected his lips back to hers for another kiss. This one was gentle and soft and made her weak in the knees. She couldn’t wait to be able to kiss him whenever she wanted. Pulling away from his lips she said, “I still have to talk to Tony.”

“Alright,” he said standing up.

Slowly they both got dressed. She was trying her hardest to make it look like her and Bucky hadn’t just had sex. She pulled her post sex hair into a bun hoping it wouldn’t look like sex hair. Bucky knew he had to go off to training so he walked over and pressed his lips to hers for a light kiss goodbye.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, and we’ll plan our date.”

“Alright,” she nodded.

A few moments after Bucky left her office she headed out knowing she needed to talk to Tony. Walking through the compound she found him in his office looking at some documents.

“Mr. Stark can I speak to you for a moment?” she asked standing in the door.

“Of course, take a seat,” he said pointing to the chair in front of his desk.

She awkwardly sat there for a moment as she was trying to figure out what exactly she should say.

“Does this concern Barnes?” he asked looking up from the document.

“Yes sir,” she sighed.

“I don’t think I can be his therapist anymore,” she sighed knowing that if she didn’t resign she would probably be getting fired.

“Why is that?” he asked closing the folder.

“Something happened,” she sighed.

“Do this have anything to do with the fact you guys most likely just slept together?” he asked smirking.

Closing her eyes, she shook her head ashamed of herself, “yes sir.”

“I don’t care if you guys have sex all the time, as long as he has his normal thirty-minute sessions,” he said smiling.

“Seriously?” she asked pushing his eyebrows together.

“Maybe Barnes getting laid will calm him down some,” he grabbed his cup of coffee that was sitting on the desk in front of him. “You’re not getting fire nor are you quitting. You can date him or sleep with him for all I care, as long as his normal therapy isn’t effect.”

“Alright Mr. Stark,” she said standing up.

Walking into the kitchen of the compound she found Bucky talking to Steve. They must have finished their work out early. Bucky looked over at her and gave her smile as she walked towards him. Opening the refrigerator, she grabbed a bottle of juice and looked over at Bucky who was obviously staring at her.

“By the way Tony didn’t fire me,” she said with a smile.

“Steve can I talk to her for a moment?” Bucky asked resting his hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah sure,” Steve said before leaving the room.

“What does that mean?” he asked as soon as Steve left the room.

“It means we have to continue our normal therapy session, but we can do other stuff outside of therapy,” she said suggestively raising eyebrow at him.

“Okay good,” he leaned down to connect his lips to hers.

“Alright Mr. Barnes I’ll see you tomorrow at therapy.”

“See you tomorrow,” he smiled as she walked away.

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Stucky x reader SMUT (Part 1)

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Masterlist

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sarah's april fic recommendations!

A/N: There are so many insanely talented writers on here and these are my april recommendations! may's will be posted toward the end of the month!

Last Updated: May 3, 2021

Go Support these amazing writers!!

Bucky Barnes: 1) Toys in the Attic, Smut (@sagechanoafterdark) 2) The Feelings Mutual, Smut (@honeysucklesteve) 3) Back to You, Series, (@celestialbarnes) 4) Tittie Fucking, Smut (@buckybarnes) 5) Going Down on Bucky while in a Car, Smut (@celestialbarnes) 6) Touch (@baroquebucky) 8) Wakandan Therapy, Smut (@kaiparker-avengerssmut) 9) Getting Caught by an Intern, Smut (blurb), (@buckyblues) 10) Degrading Bucky, Smut (Headcanon), (@deanscherry)

Steve Rogers: 1) Dead of Night, Smut (@punani) 2) Video Girl, Smut (@babyyhoneyydarling) 3) Making a Mess, Smut *all parts (@kaiparker-avengerssmut) 4) Ménage á Trios, Smut *stucky (@honeysucklesteve)

Ransom Drysdale: 1) Ripped of Innocence, Smut (@sweeterthanthis) 2) Innocence, Smut (@evanstan-hoe) 3) Pretty, Pleated Skirt, Smut (@steebsbabygirl) 4) Man of God, Smut (@punani)

Chris Evans: 1) To Lose a Lover, Series, Smut in some chapters, (@celestialbarnes) 2) Interrupter, Smut (@rocketrhap3000) 3) Quickie Before Interview/Award Show, Smut (@avenging-fandoms) 4) Oscar Worthy, Smut (@honeysucklesteve) 5) Admiration, Smut (@honeysucklesteve) 6) The Smell After Rain, Smut (@nat-roman0ff) 7) Squirm, Smut (@labella420)

Sebastian Stan: 1) Teases You While on a Call, Smut (@celestialbarnes) 2) Fingers You Underneath the Table, Smut (@celestialbarnes) 3) îți place asta, Smut (@fan-fantasies) 4) Hotel Room Sex, Smut (@starshipsofstarlord) 5) Scripted, Smut (@celestialbarnes) 6) Cockwarming, Smut (Headcanon), (@deanscherry)

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Week 14 Roundup!  We have SO MANY FILLS this week, so go forth and appreciate!

Title: WinterWar  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K1 - WinterWar  Ship: WinterWar  (Bucky/Rhodey) Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: Date Night with Bucky  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr  Square Filled: C1 - Date Night  Ship: none Rating: Gen  Major Tags: moodboard 

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Title: Shopping With Bucky  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr  Square Filled: U4 - shopping together Ship: none Rating: Gen  Major Tags: moodboard 

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Title: WinterIron Family  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr  Square Filled: K3 - WinterIron Family  Ship: WinterIron  Rating: Gen  Major Tags: moodboard 

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Title: Winter/Thunder  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr  Square Filled: B2 -  Winter/Thunder  Ship: WinterThunder Rating: Gen  Major Tags: moodboard 

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Title: God Bless America Collaborator: candycanedarcy  Link: AO3 Square Filled: C4- WinterShield  Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature  Major Tags: Surprise Party, Implied Sexual Content  Summary: It's Steve's birthday, and Bucky has a surprise for him.  Word Count: 2504

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Title: The Words We Never Said Collaborator: Trashcanakin  Link: AO3 Square Filled: K1 - Misunderstandings  Ship: WinterIron  Rating: Teen  Major Tags: fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, getting together, suicide idealization, happy ending  Summary: It was Bucky's birthday, he hated this day; and hearing Tony say he didn't like him made it so much worse.  Word Count: 2408

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Title: Lulled Collaborator: DeepDisiresLonging  Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y2 - lullaby  Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Gen Major Tags: fluff, twinge of angst  Summary: A night at home with the baby and flickering memories  Word Count: 252

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Title: Trouble Ties—Tony & Bucky  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K5 - IMAGE: Arm getting fixed  Ship: Tony & Bucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: gifset

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Title: Take the Shot Collaborator: DeepDisiresLonging  Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Just do it  Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Teen Major Tags: major character death, Angst, peril, plausible death  Summary: Bucky has a choice: save thousands or the woman he loves.  Word Count: 319

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Title: A Favour Collaborator: acreativelydifferentlove Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C1 - Hurt/Comfort  Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: angst, swearing, fake dating, Bucky presents as an asshole, party situation, (feeling) embarrassment/humiliation, fluff  Summary: Bucky comes to you in need of a favour. Despite the unrequited crush you unknowingly shared, you agree.  Word Count: 4056

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Title: Aim to Please Collaborator: Politzania  Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - Bedsharing  Ship: WinterHawk Rating:  Mature  Major Tags: pining, Clint POV, eventual smut Summary: Clint and Barnes have to act the part of a honeymooning couple for an op. Except Clint kinda wishes they weren’t acting.  Word Count: 1356

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Title: The Party Collaborator: welldonebeca Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y5 - Disney Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Gen Major Tags: Brief light angst, fluff Summary: When Bucky can’t handle a loud party, you comfort him and shows your boyfriend the best Disney film of all times.  Word Count: 570

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Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y5 - AU: Space Pirates  Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Bucky & Tony get sent to the future or somethin’ idfk an’ end up bein’ stuck together in space. It’s an unlikely team up, but they’re all who’s left. This was supposta be a Treasure Planet thing, but I ain’t seen that movie in so long all I could remember was the flyin’ ship lmao. Then, Star Wars got me, an’ I was like, Han Solo, bro! They can be space scoundrels, stuck as a team. But also, like a modern day space Robin Hood?? Why not? Let’s go rob the rich evil space lords an’ give back to the poor! An’ all this BS is exactly why I shouldn’t try thinkin’ a shit in the wee hours of the night 😂 TL;DR: Bucky & Tony hafta become partners, full with sarcasm an’ skeptisicm, then they grow closer, join a rebellion, & get married in space. I don’t make the rules, bye.

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Title: Haunted by the Past  Collaborator: queen-of-the-avengers Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U4 - family Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated  Major Tags: angst about killing a family member accidentally, nightmares  Summary: For 20 years, you’ve been haunted by the same nightmare over and over again. No one knows what it’s about until Buky finds you at the cemetery.  Word Count: 1777

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Title: Just Good Friends….  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Ship: not specified Rating: Teen  Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: Write me a kiss Collaborator: HogwartsToAlexandria  Link: AO3 Square Filled: C5 - Tony Stark/Iron Man  Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: AU, fluff, first meetings, getting together  Summary: Tony Stark thinks he's got much better things to do that spend his time speaking with a nosy reporter. Until said reporter arrives and sets camp in his life, and maybe his heart.  Word Count: 1012

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Title: Dark Alley Protection  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K4 - dark alleys Ship: none Rating: Not Rated  Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: Of Soldiers and Wolves  Collaborator: Menatiera Link: Tumblr Squares Filled: Chapter 28 - U2: Wintershield  Chapter 42 - B3: Reincarnation  Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Polyavengers, Choose Your Own Adventure, Multiple Storylines, PTSD,  Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst, Major character death, Torture, torture of an animal, death of old age of an animal, Body Dysphoria (kind of)  Summary: Steve died crashing the Valkyrie. It comes as a great surprise to him when he wakes up at all, more so that he wakes up non-corporeal and with the ability to share bodies with animals.  Word Count: 35,553

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Title: WinterBanner  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U5 - WinterBanner  Ship: WinterBanner  Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: shot through the heart (and you're to blame) Collaborator: candycanedarcy  Link: AO3 Square Filled: U1 - paintball  Ship: WinterHawk  Rating: Gen  Major Tags: first date, fluff, characters have PTSD, nervousness Summary: Bucky and Clint go on a paintball date. There ends up not being much paintball.  Word Count: 1996

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Title: Gotta ♥️ the Comics  Collaborator: shield-agent78  Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y4 - WinterIron  Ship: WinterIron  Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard

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Title: Call Me James  Collaborator: queen-of-the-avengers Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C3 - free space Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated  Major Tags: none  Summary: You have a very special talent, and the tattoos on your body are able to tell your story for you. When Nick Fury gets word of you, he thinks you could be a very valuable asset to the team.  Word Count: 2093

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Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C2 - AU: Angels & Demons  Ship: WinterIron  Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: Long ago, Tony met an angel named James. The two fell in love and secretly wed. The angel vowed to come see Tony whenever he could, sneaking away often to visit. In fear of their short time together due to a humans’ lifespan being vastly shorter, James graced Tony with a choice to become immortal. Tony agreed. But one day the angel stopped coming, and Tony wept for what seemed an eternity. Decades passed, but Tony never gave up hope James would return. And return he did, as a demon.No longer bound to Heaven and free to roam Earth.

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Title: with a tie we cannot break (im bound to you)  Collaborator: NightWideOpen  Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y5 - Soul Mates  Ship:  Bucky/Louis Tomlinson  Rating:  Teen  Major Tags:  Crossover, Light Angst, 1940s, Pre-Slash  Summary: Everyone is born with two letters on their skin, the initials of their soulmate. If they're romantically compatible, the soul bond takes hold, and two soulmates can feel what the other feels any time they like - emotionally and physically. Some people waste years on dating sites, filtering through relationship after relationship and waiting for the bond to manifest. Some people meet their soulmate by chance, and the bond solidifies, only to find that they aren't compatible. There's infidelity, there's death, there's tragedy and distance and doubt. But sometimes... sometimes it works out. This is one of those times.  or  Louis has the initials B.B. on his wrist. He meets Rebecca first. Word Count: 9057

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Title: Second Chances - Part 7: Wakanda  Collaborator: until-theend-oftheline Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U1 - exile Ship:  Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated Major Tags:  Mention of mild control, mention of coma, implied sex  Summary:   Dr. Y/N Pierce has dedicated her life to helping others, so when her father Alexander offers her a job working for Shield she sees it as the perfect opportunity. What she doesn’t realize is the evil he is hiding from not only the world but his own daughter. As she finds out she turns her back on him and HYDRA, but as the Winter Soldier starts to remember who he once was, he turns to the only person he remembers being kind to him in decades. Can two fugitives help each other find peace with who they are and where they came from?  Word Count: 2300ish

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Title: Nightmare Romance  Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C2 - Hurt/Comfort  Ship: Bucky/Reader  Rating: Not Rated  Major Tags: fluff  Summary: You help Bucky through a nightmare only to find out what caused it was you.  Word Count: 1171

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Title: Put On a Show For Me Darlin’ Collaborator: shield-agent78 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Y1 - Clint Barton/Hawkeye  Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Explicit  Major Tags: smut, striptease, lap dance, language  Summary:  A friendly game of truth or dare turns leads to so much more; especially when your boyfriend is involved.  Word Count: 1704

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Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U2 - [Image of Bucky from Comics]  Ship: WinterIron Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: moodboard Summary: *Handwavey comic book science magics* Bucky & Tony were together for some reason an’ got trapped in a bad storm, a lightning bolt an’ a meteor crashed right next to ‘em at the same time. Now they have fancy powers. Bucky has electrokinesis & Tony can time travel/warp through time & space/teleport. Bucky was worried he’d hurt people more if he couldn’t control it, an’ Tony keeps warping in an’ out ‘cause he can’t stay still an’ keep himself grounded. They have more control when they’re together. Bucky’s able to keep Tony stabilized with his powers.They grow closer due to these shenanigans, an’ havin’ to figure out how to deal with & control these new powers an’ get married. I don’t make the rules, bye.

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Title: When Once We Thought Ourselves Broken Collaborator: pherryt Link: Tumblr Square Filled: U4 - Asexuality  Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Soulmates and soulmarks, asexual Bucky, mute Bucky, Deaf Clint, panic attacks, light angst, hopeful ending Summary: Clint’s soulmate mark had never worked right, blinking on and off since the day he’d been born. Bucky was broken in more ways than most people knew, except maybe Steve, even before he’d headed off to war and HYDRA had gotten their hands on him. Everything finally makes sense when they come together. Word Count: 10,084

[buckysbarnes]

🎬📺share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in particular order🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 (anon or not, your choice)

Oof. This took me a minute.

Bucky Barnes - mcu

Bruce Wayne/Batman - dcu (film)

Barbara Gordon/Batgirl - dcu

Buffy Summers - btvs

Wanda Maximoff -mcu

Lisa Simpson (🥺 i loved her since i was a kid) - the simpsons

Quinn Fabray - glee

Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon - smu (lol)

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman - dcu

Christina Yang - Grey's Anatomy

There's probably a ton that I'm forgetting these are the first I could think out.

EDIT: I JUST REALIZED THERE’S REPEATED MEDIA. IM SORRY I CANT THINK OR READ APPARENTLY.

[mthofferings2018]

Atanih88

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Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain:

Tropes: Hurt/comfort, slow burn, A/B/O, something made them do it. Also, slice of life fics, explicit or mature content, dub-con. AU's: Post-apocalypse/apocalypse/zombie apocalypse, alternate first meeting/lives, coffee-shop AU's etc.

Will not create works that contain:

Historical AU's, prostitution fics, non-con, heavy BDSM, incest.

-- Fic or other writing --

Auction ID: 95

Will create works for the following relationships:

Tony Stark/Peter Parker - MCU Steve Rogers/Peter Parker - MCU Thor Odinson/Valkyrie - MCU Bucky Barnes/Shuri - MCU Steve Rogers gen - MCU Peter Parker/Michelle "MJ" Jones - MCU Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson - MCU Maria Hill gen - MCU Venom/Eddie Brock - SMU

Work Description:

Scheduling: Beginning 10th Dec 18 due 10th January 19 and a lead up discussion about desired fic content with bid winner. Length: 10k.

Ratings: G, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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