#winter soldier workout

[lieutenantselnia]

Yesterday I've been doing some proper physical exercise for the first time since last year and I'm just imagining how proud my f/os would be of me🥹

[lamentfulluci]

8/31/24

Feelin' pretty good...for now. Yesterday, my boyfriend and I went to SacAnime. I didn't get to cosplay like I wanted, but I still had fun. Unfortunately, we had to wait in line outside for three hours, because we thought they opened at nine but they actually opened at 12. I got a Loki comic, X-Men comic, Spider-Man comic, a Sailor Moon print, a Wolverine print, a snake ring, and a fancy pair of scissors that look like a dagger. For my my birthday, J got me a Nightmare Before Christmas mini backpack. The Wolverine print is by the same artist that made the Winter Soldier and Ghost Face prints I have, that I got from SacAnime last year. And the ring I bought matches a pair of earrings I already had. Today, I woke up early and went to the gym. It's a little irritating because they completely remodeled so almost everything is moved, and they got a bunch of new upgraded equipment, so I have to learn how to use them all. When I got home, I started some laundry and I cleaned up my room. I need to find frames for the new prints now. I'm about to read a bit and relax until dinner. Tomorrow, I work.

[thecranberriesslut]

Fawn and the wolf

Summary: You're the smallest one on the team, and you have the compulsive need to prove yourself to Ghost... but have you chewed off more than you can swallow?

Pairing: Simon!Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader 'Bambi'

Warnings: Unspecified age gap, but implied that it's large, Power imbalance (military superior and soldier), DubCon, Degradation, Forcefulness, Smut, Dirty themes, Dirty talk, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Unsafe use of a gun... Read at your own risk

Wc: 4k

Notes: I have never written cod smut before and I know nothing about military stuff so bare with me, also this is way darker than my previous pieces, just a heads up. I love your notes in the comments so tell me what you think! also note that Bambi is a nickname.

You stretch your arms, extending them in front of your chest, rolling your wrists around. The smell of coffee invades your every sense—on early mornings like these on base, the cheap coffee your superiors buy for the worn down common room is like your own personal brand of cocaine, the only thing that wakes you up after sleeping too little.

The physical aspects of military training are tough. They were almost a deal-breaker for you when you first came here... but over time, they had gotten easier. You had grown to enjoy the burn of a long run or the sting of a cold shower after extensive muscle training. After a while, feeling and seeing the results became almost addictive—but that didn't take away from the fact that most days, you were almost too tired to function. Most of the required workouts you were forced to endure were designed for men twice your size, and frankly, you found it a bit sexist. Why couldn't your superior adjust them to fit you better? It would take him a maximum of 20 minutes. You had come to the conclusion that he was a sadistic asshole who enjoyed torturing you every single day with insane workouts.

You hear the coffee drip slowly into the pot. You're too tired to fully open your eyes—even putting on gear this morning had felt like an impossible task. But here you were, awake (barely), in gear, and ready to start training in a couple of minutes. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you have the huge coffee mug in your hands—burning hot, probably making the skin beneath it fiery red, but you are too exhausted to care.

You barely have time to swallow your first sip of the steaming, bitter, brown liquid when the door to the common room opens forcefully. Like instinct, you are up and alert—you can't show weakness here. You're already considered the runt of your entire team, being the youngest and also a woman. You turn around, ready to greet whoever it is with the alertness and determination of a starving fox during winter, hunting for the last rabbit left in the forest.

"Mornin', Bambi." Ghost said, his voice hoarse—but his manner alert and assertive, like always.

Bambi is your nickname on base, given to you by squadmates the first week you arrived. You liked to think it was because you were pretty like a fawn, but obviously, it was given to you for more degrading purposes. Everyone on your team thought of you as inexperienced, naive, and wide-eyed. But everyone had their own slightly degrading nickname, even your commander, Ghost. His real name was Simon Riley, but he was given the name Ghost because he stood out and had a tendency to move around quietly, like a ghost, not to mention his patent skull hood, a tactic to scare or to hide? No one knew.

"Good morning, sir," You said, trying to sound as awake as possible, waiting for the tension in the room to cool off before taking another careful sip of your coffee.

Ghost walks over to the coffee maker nonchalantly and pours himself a tall cup of coffee. You are surprised that he would even need caffeine—he's like a machine, inhuman—you've never seen him show any signs of weakness, and the manner in which he leads the team is brutal. He doesn't care if you're too tired to do push-ups; he will make you do them. Sometimes you consider the possibility that he just has no human emotions, or that he's a robot or something. Regardless of all this, you often find yourself with a compulsive need to make him happy. It's like you have to prove yourself to him constantly. You rarely complain to him about the difficult exercises he puts your team through, although you want to.

You've never been the kind of girl that just sits there quietly and lets everyone walk all over her. No—you’re the kind of girl who used to stand up for her friends in elementary school when the boys would pull their hair. You're the kind of girl that couldn't be mistaken for a doormat because you make your opinions known. If you weren't so fiery, you would never make it in the squad. Your squadmates are like brothers to you. You play rough—but when it comes to Ghost, you find that all your outward confidence just crumbles in his vicinity, and you become this pathetic rookie he can treat however he wants to. Although, you find that the same happens to most of the men on your team. Ghost is eerily calm; he radiates this quiet, overpowering energy, like a psychological horror film. And it makes everyone below him obey his commands like dogs. But it also makes you crave his approval. He never yells at you, but he never praises you either—it makes you almost obsessively try to get a reaction out of him with your good work on the exercises.

“We're doing the shooting range and combat alone today. Don't be late.”                                                                    And with that, he's out of the door, leaving behind nothing but an empty coffee mug and a slight lingering smell of smoky cologne.

As you stand anxiously at the metal door of the gun range, it's like your body is stopping you from going in. You can feel the harsh cargo pants rubbing against your legs in an annoying manner, and your shirt feels too tight around your armpits—also, the coffee you drank did nothing but replace your tiredness with urgent nervousness. You've never trained with Ghost alone, but last week you were sick, so this morning you had to wake up before the sun to play catch-up with him. You are a great shooter, it's in your blood… but you have a gnawing feeling that being so close to Ghost will mess with your aim, and you will disappoint him.

You swallow the lump in your throat and force your hand to go up to the door handle. As you push open the heavy door, the lighting inside the gun range is dim—you can barely make out Ghost's silhouette, standing near the guns. You step inside carefully, as if you need to be quiet. But the gun range was far from housing; it stood alone on the other side of the base, with only woods surrounding it—you're also pretty sure it's soundproof, but not entirely sure. The range smells like mold and gunpowder, it's oddly comforting.

“Are you just going to stand there or come in?”                                        Ghost says in a low voice, sounding indifferent—but nonetheless intimidating. You make your way inside and close the door behind you.

“Lock it.”                                                                                                            He commands, not even trying to phrase it as a question, just a blunt order. You feel a little confused as to why he would want you to lock the door, but alas, you twist the lock until it clicks, and walk over to Ghost wearily.

“No lights?”                                                                                                        You ask, trying to calm your nerves by talking, your hands finding the hem of your shirt and fidgeting with it.

“Burnt fuse. I expect you have no trouble shooting in the dark, rookie?”                  He says—it sounds like a snarky remark. You're annoyed at his tone. Obviously, you find it hard to shoot in the dark—but you can't tell him that. He'd paint you as weak and incapable.

“No problem.” You gear up, putting on hearing protectors and safety goggles. You take a gun, a simple, sleek Beretta 91, and you point it at the cardboard target ahead, waiting for Ghost to give you the okay to shoot. You are faced with silence. As you turn to look at Ghost, you see him standing next to you with a wide stance, his arms crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his black t-shirt tightening and showing off his muscles. He stares you down intensely.

“What are you doing wrong?” He asks, sounding annoyed, like you should know all this by now—although you haven't even trained shooting much.

“I—I don't know.” You hesitate, checking that the gun safety is off, your gear is on, and that you're facing the right way—you look at Ghost, confused.

“Your stance is all wrong, Bambi.” Without giving you a second to react, he moves behind you and guides your hands to the correct position. He kicks your legs farther apart and taps your thigh to signal you to move your foot slightly to the left. The gesture has nothing inherently sexual to it, but it makes a knot start to form in your lower stomach.

Ghost isn't a bad-looking man, or at least his body isn't—no one on your team has ever seen his face. He hides behind his signature skull balaclava daily, only revealing his dark brown eyes, and you presume he only takes it off to sleep and shower… if then. He has the type of body that any respectable captain would be expected to have—he's all muscle and mass. Not only that, but he's tall and broad, and if he was anyone else, you'd be trying to flirt with him every time you saw him… but even attempting to flirt with a higher-up is highly frowned upon here—you would both get fired. Also, it's not so difficult to push aside your feelings for someone who makes you train until failure every single day and rules your unit with an iron fist.

“Shoot.” Ghost orders, keeping his hold on your upper arms, directing the gun to hit the target right in the chest. He's standing so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating off him—he towers over you, and being caged in his hold like this sort of makes you feel safe. The feeling doesn't last long when he removes his hands from yours and steps back, resuming his position as the judgy officer watching you train intently.

“Now try it by yourself. Less than seven points, and you get punished.” He says, his voice dark and determined. He looks at you through narrow eyes, and his stance remains official and intimidating. It's not even his worst request—last night, he punished your fellow teammate with 100 push-ups for laughing during training. If he made you do that many push-ups right now, you would probably collapse—you needed to get this.

With nervous, shaky hands, you point the barrel of the pistol the same way as last time, you gather all your courage, only able to think of one thing— one hundred push-ups, before sunrise. Or maybe he'll make you do something worse, 200 burpees… 150 pull-ups. You shake off the distracting thoughts and by some miracle, you pull the trigger-- the bullet hits the very corner of the cardboard target, and you visibly cringe at the sight. You got zero points… you curse yourself in your mind, how could you be this bad, now he's going to make you do so many push-ups. Slowly, you turn to look at Ghost— he doesn't look disappointed, his position remains calm and collected, and that's what scares you the most.

“Get on your knees.” He says, darkly, you think it's a joke at first, but his eyes remain serious. Your eyes widen as you try to process the words that just came out of his mouth.

“Now.” He adds, when you don't move. Maybe it's just your dirty mind… maybe he meant nothing crude with it, maybe it's a new form of punishment in your squad. So you put the gun down on the cold metal desk, and slowly, anxiously, you start to lower yourself onto your knees. Ghost remains cool, his gaze following yours, as you fall lower and lower, until your knees hit the ground. He takes a couple of steps closer to you, forcing you to be face to face with his crotch. He picks up the gun from the desk, and your mouth goes dry when you try to focus, to hear the safety click on, but it never does. He crouches down slightly, and brings the barrel to your chin, lifting your chin up, and straining your neck as you're forced to look up at him.

“Do you think I haven't noticed the way you look at me when I teach combat?” He asks, his voice remaining low and calm. You're shaking, with nervousness or anticipation— you're not entirely sure.

“I— ” You begin your sentence, but are quick to notice that no other words are coming out— you wonder what he'll do to you… he might send you home, or hurt you.

“I know all the others think you're this naive little Bambi, but I see through that— you're a fucking slut.” He puts emphasis on the word slut, and the contrast between his collected voice, and the crude words, makes the knot in your lower stomach tighten, and worsens the heat between your thighs.

“And you think I don't hear you in the common room, complaining to the others about my training methods—it's like you're begging to be put in your place.”

“I haven't sai-” You begin frantically explaining, but quickly stop as he hits the gun against your chin, a clear sign to remind you who's in control.

“I suggest you shut the fuck up.” He stares into your eyes with the intensity of a hungry wolf. You expect that sort of raw intensity from him, but you are never prepared for it. You can see the conflict in his mind, in his eyes—you can almost feel what he's thinking. Furthermore, you can sense the war going on in his head; you are fighting the exact same one in yours.

“You know—in war, the good people get eaten.” He starts, enigmatically.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what happens to the smart people?” He asks, almost expecting you to give the wrong answer, his demeanor remaining slightly degrading.

“They survive?” You ask, unsure of what he's trying to say.

“They go bad.”

You look at him, confused. His words sound almost apocalyptic. You're trying to figure out what he means by them… does he mean that he's gone bad? Maybe that you should go bad? What does going bad even mean?

“Which one are you, little Bambi?”

“Smart.”

“Wrong answer.” He throws the gun on the floor, the safety remaining off, but you have no time to think about gun safety right now— as he begins to forcefully unbuckle his black, leather belt, you can't help but feel all your senses heightened, intensely pumping through your body. You can feel the heat rising up your chest, over your throat, into your cheeks and ears, turning them undoubtably red. You can hear the broken clock on the wall tick sporadically, in a completely unorganized manner. The sound of his belt buckle flying open almost hurts your ears. You imagine this is what rabbits feel, in that small window of time, right before they get eaten, when they feel the fox's eyes on them, lurking somewhere in the dangerous night. You look up into his eyes, pleading with your gaze, but you are met with a look that could almost be mixed up with sympathy. He looks like a disappointed teacher, handing you a test with a failed grade, knowing that he's the one who failed you, but displays a fake, degrading sympathy in his eyes.

He takes his cock out of his black cargo pants, it looks almost intimidating. You can't see his mouth, but you swear he's smiling a sadistic smile under his mask. He wraps his big, warm hand, into your hair, where your occiput meets the back of your neck, and he pulls your head back— the motion stings, but it brings your attention to him, away from your thoughts. When he sees you've returned from inside your head, to the current moment, he pushes your head forward. Instinctively, you open your mouth, almost inviting him in— he stuffs his rock-hard cock into your mouth, with little regard for your feelings.

“See, you're too good for war, Bambi.” He remarks, his voice soft, you can feel the patronizing tone pierce through you and hit the warm spot between your legs like lighting. You try to answer him, but your mouth lets out a small, pathetic moan, as he pushes himself further into your throat, making your eyes tear up.

“A smart girl would've never come into a dark shooting range with a dangerous man. You're too good, and you're too dumb— that's why you get eaten alive.” His words remain condescending, degrading, but his voice keeps a calm, soft tone, which contrary to what you'd hope it would do, turns you on like nothing you've ever experienced before.

Finally, he pulls you off his cock. You gasp for air, confused as to why he would stop before he finished— but it gives you an eerie sensation that there's more to come. And while you wish you could hate this, while you wish you could call him an absolute creep and report him to someone… you were smart. You had come into this dark room with this dangerous man, with full awareness and a calculated plan. You saw how he looked at your pleading eyes when he made you train until failure. Furthermore, you saw the bulge in his pants when in late night combat sessions he got you under him, and you looked like a scared rabbit. When you started in his unit, a while ago— you gathered that the best way to survive, was to play into the naive role, in reality, you were exceptionally smart, top of your class. But they didn't need to know that. Every single time Ghost talked down on you, you felt like you had the control, you'd made the decision to act dumb, to get him to lose control ever so slightly, because he gave into his anger.

Much to your avail, he turns around, going to fetch something out of the gun range closet. Dumb move, because when he was turned away from you, you grabbed the gun off the floor, making a quick, uncalculated move. As he turns around, he sees you nowhere, despite being a tough military officer, he feels a slight eeriness about not seeing you… like in horror movies, when the innocent kid starts acting odd and eventually kills everyone. He stands still, looking around the pitch black room as best as he can, until he feels the cold nozzle of a pistol on his mid back. He turns to face you, with a blank expression, and you see the rope in his hands.

“The smart people go bad, no?” You smile a wicked grin, you have the control now… and you want him to know it.

“Drop the rope and get on the floor.”

You thought he'd resist, that he'd fight the gun off your hands— but he just lays down on the cold concrete, and supports his head on his hands, and smiles at you, a smile proposing a challenge. You keep the gun in your hand, as you make your way on top of him, straddling him.

“What's your big, smart plan now, Bambi?” He says, with an annoying amount of confidence painting his words.

You bend down on top of him, and push your lips against his, like you want to devour him. His lips feel surprisingly soft, and you can still taste the faint residue of coffee and cigarettes on his tongue. He doesn't fight for dominance, instead, he sort of submits to the kiss, letting you take the lead. You feel like you've won the game, until his hips come crashing into yours, his bulge pressing against your most sensitive spot. Your mouth opens and leaves his ever so slightly, and you don't notice the gun falling out of your hand. With the newly gained advantage, Ghost pushes his tongue into your mouth, starting the long overdue war for dominance. You try to fight it, trying to gain back the small amount of control you crave— but he turns you around with ease, until he has you on your back. He's straddling you with knees on both sides of you, and his hands holding your arms tightly on both sides of your head. You're trapped again.

He doesn't waste time taunting you, he's done playing the game. Hastily, his hands leave their bruising grip on your wrists and find the button of your pants. He moves quickly and removes your pants with a sense of urgency— you don't try to stop him, you leave your hands laying where he's been holding them, and you let him remove your pants, and then your underwear. His finger finds a spot very close to your most sensitive one, but it doesn't hit the spot you need it to. He continues this torture for a while, until he stops completely and looks at you.

“No attempts to stop this? No fighting?” He questions. You never took him for this clueless. You move your hand to his, and grab it, bringing his entire hand to your throbbing center, and forcing him to please you. With a breathy voice, you say.

“Just shut the fuck up and fuck me.”

He doesn't need another word from you, as he spreads your thighs open with force, and pushes himself into you— giving you no time to get used to his size. With no warning, he starts pumping into you relentlessly, keeping up a torturous pace you thought was only possible in porn. When you open your mouth slightly, to complain or to moan, you're not sure. He stops you, wrapping his veiny hand around your throat, in an attempt to show you who's actually in control. It only makes you wetter, you like having him so desperate for control, that he would choke his own soldier— you think it only makes him seem weaker. When he loses himself like this, it's you that gains the upper hand.

“You're never telling anyone about this.” He says, through desperate pants. His hand on your throat tightens ever so slightly.

“Wouldn't want you to get fired, perv.” You shoot him a snarky remark, trying to sound confident— but the whimpers in between every word make you sound more like a pathetic adolescent. His lips latch onto your neck, biting it so intensely, his sharp canine teeth pull a little blood. You love the contrast between pain and pleasure, and feel your orgasm building up. He can feel it too.

“Try to make a smart comment now, I dare you.” He bullies, and you try to say something smart, or just something, anything— but what comes out of your mouth is a deep guttural, animalistic moan, as your orgasm washes over you.

He begins to laugh in a low tone, in between groans, as he pulls out of you, and releases his cum onto your lower stomach. It would feel degrading and dehumanizing, if you weren't just fucked out of your mind. With a weak, breathy voice, you manage to say.

“I hate you.”

He laughs.

“Sure seems like it, Bambi.”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Beefy Bucky fucking you like he owns you❤️‍🔥

40s Bucky calling you his dirty little slut❤️‍🔥

Workout Motivation❤️‍🔥

Smile For Me🩷 (Request)

Here For You🩷 (Request)

Here For You (part 2)❤️‍🔥🩷 (Request)

Plum Flavored Chapstick🩷

Cuddles and Kisses🩷 (Request)

Kissing In The Rain🩷

Something New❤️‍🔥

Watching Over You🩷

Sweetness❤️‍🔥

The Winter Soldier Comes Out To Play❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Bedtime🩷 (Request & Drabble)

You Belong To Me❤️‍🔥

Stress Reliever❤️‍🔥

Beard❤️‍🔥

Best Friends🩷

Give Me A Chance (College Student!Bucky AU)❤️‍🔥

I Miss You🧡🩷

Mornings🩷

In Trouble❤️‍🔥

Ladybug🩷

Glasses🩷

Nightmare🩷

Always Be Her Dad🩷

Bracelet🩷 (Request)

Hungover Super Soldier🩷

Fantasize❤️‍🔥

Old Man🩷

Daddy’s Arm Is Different🩷

Dirty Little Stories❤️‍🔥

Can’t Wear Me Out❤️‍🔥

Grumpy Soldier🩷 (Drabble)

Alpine’s New Mommy🩷

Be Quiet For Me❤️‍🔥

Boo Boos and Tea Parties🩷

Didn’t Mean It🧡🩷

Patching Up The Winter Soldier🩷

Needy Night❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Late Night Comfort❤️‍🔥🩷 (Request)

Care and Worry🧡🩷 (Request)

Needy Soldier❤️‍🔥

Sneaking Around❤️‍🔥

Fulfilled Fantasy (with Natasha Romanoff)❤️‍🔥

There For You🩷

Fan Girl Moment🩷 (Request)

Special Surprise🩷

Got My Doll Back🩷

Manners❤️‍🔥

Mommy Hurt🩷 (Request)

Middle Of The Night❤️‍🔥 (Request & Drabble)

Birthday Wish🩷

Dada🩷

I Got You🩷

Best Undercover Mission Ever❤️‍🔥

Picture Perfect Beauty🩷 (Drabble)

Happy Birthday🩷 (Request & Blurb)

Ice Cream Date🩷

Single Dad!Bucky Drabble🩷

You’re Mine🧡❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Don’t Understand🩷 (Request & Drabble)

Carpenter!Bucky Barnes Drabble🩷

Take Your Mind Off Of It❤️‍🔥 (Request)

You’re The One That I Want🩷 (Request)

You’re Safe🩷 (Request)

Bucky taking care of you when you have the flu Drabble🩷

Easter🩷 (Drabble)

New House and A Cat🩷

The Kiss🩷 (Request)

Cute In Your Uniform❤️‍🔥

Yes Sir❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Not Going To Fight You🩷 (Request)

My Best Friend’s Brother Is The One For Me🩷

Aircraft Fun❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Venting🩷 (Request)

New Mission Suit❤️‍🔥

Neighbor/Mechanic!Bucky Drabble❤️‍🔥

Buying Everything You Touch🩷 (Request)

Unexpected🩷🧡 (Request)

Daughter’s First Words🩷

Naughty Girl❤️‍🔥

Break Through❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Wisdom Teeth (with Steve Rogers)🩷 (Request)

Have Your Back Forever And Always🩷

Alpine meeting yours and Bucky’s newborn baby🩷 (Drabble)

Bucky finding out that you have a thing for his vibranium arm❤️‍🔥

Trying To Protect You🩷 (Request)

The Truth🩷🧡 (Request)

Ways To Help🩷 (Request)

Beautiful Eyes🩷 (Request)

Not A Burden (with Steve Rogers)🩷 (Request)

Love Them❤️‍🔥🩷 (Request)

Under Your Influence🩷 (Request)

Make Me Yours🩷❤️‍🔥 (Request)

Bucky treating you like a princess when you’re on your period🩷

Needy Girl❤️‍🔥

Cupcakes🩷

Bucky finds a kitten🩷

Bucky waking you up in the best way possible on your birthday❤️‍🔥 (Drabble)

[kayhi808]

First Crush - 5

You arrive at the Tower, Abby woken up early, excited about surprising Bucky. She holds your hand and does her version of skipping as you make your way to Bucky's office. You run into Captain Rogers in the hallway, "Abigail Rose! Good morning! Hey, Y/N. What are you guys doing here?"

"Hi Cap. Do you remember Captain Rogers, Abby? He's Sergeant Barnes' friend."

"Morning, Mr. Captain." Abby moves closer to you & wraps an arm around your leg.

"Abby wanted to leave Sergeant Barnes a surprise."

Kneeling down, "You brought Bucky a surprise?"

Abby nods cupping her hands around her mouth, "It's secret."

"Oooh, ok." He smiles at her, "I better let you guys get to it. Have fun."

*****

Bucky dropped by his office on his way to the gym to get in a workout. His phone bings with a text.

Steve: Incoming. Surprise headed your way.

Then he hears Abby's chattering approach his office. You lightly knock on his open door & Abby squeals & jumps up & down.

"Abby! How are you?"

She looks up at you and you smile, giving a small nod before she runs over to Bucky's side. "Mr. S'gent, you're home!" He notices, she places her hands on his Vibranium arm while hopping up & down & it makes him laugh.

"You can call me Bucky."

"Mr. Bucky."

"No, just Bucky."

Nodding, "ok." Her smile is from ear to ear.

You step just inside the doorway, "Sorry to interrupt, but Abby wanted to drop something off for you." Abby runs over to you holding out her hands as you pull her letter out of your backpack.

"Tank you, Mama!" She hurries back to Bucky's side & he lifts her onto his lap. "I mades it."

"Did you? Wow!" He puts the drawing on his desk. "Is this...you?"

"Uh huh! The banoons is 'cos you did a good work."

"This is beautiful, Abby. Thank you so much."

Leaning back against his chest, "You melcome."

"It's welcome."

"It's what i says, you melcome." You smirk & shake your head.

Bucky shrugs, "I understood it perfectly."

Your heart is about to explode. Abby is thrilled to see Bucky again and you've never seen Bucky this animated before. He's really not as intimidating as you once thought.

"Baby, we better go and let Bucky get back to his busy day."

"Mama?"

"Yes?"

"Cans Bucky comes with us?" You meet Bucky's blue eyes over Abby's head. He cocks an eyebrow at you.

"He might have plans, honey."

"I wasn't doing much today. I was just headed to the gym," he smiles at you.

"Wants to picnic? I gots bread for the ducks. I can share wit yous."

"You know what? I love to picnic!" He looks down at Abby's surprised face & laughs.

"See Mama! He loves it!" Clapping her hands, "Comes, let's go!" She hops off Bucky's lap & tries to pull him up.

Bucky takes his new drawing & closing the door he tacks it up on a corkboard he has behind his door. It joins the first drawing Abby gave him. You see that & you smile at him.

Again, Abby almost loses her mind. "Mama lookit!" Bucky picks her up so she can view it better. "My mama said you can't forget me because you has my drawing and sticker."

"Forget you?? I could never forget you." Abby hugs him around the neck & kicks her legs in joy. You grab her legs before she kicks him in the groin.

"Careful Abby." You look at Bucky & laugh.

"Do you mind if we stop off in the residence? I'll grab my stuff & we can go."

"No, that's fine."

There are a few floors restricted for agents that reside in the building. He brings you upstairs & you wait in the common area while Bucky grabbed his own back pack for the picnic.

*****

Stopping at a deli to get sandwiches for lunch, Bucky ended up picking up the tab and adding a bunch of cookies and brownies for dessert. Abby gets a special ride on the shoulders of the Winter Soldier. She's never been so high up & couldn't stop giggling.

You were able to snag a small spot near the pond, spreading out a blanket under a shaded tree. It was such nice day. You brought some bubbles so Abby ran around trying to pop them. Bucky would blow and you and Abby would compete to pop the most. The 3 of you played tag. You wore Abby out. Soon as she ate her lunch she was out like a light for her nap.

Carding your fingers through her hair as she sleeps, "Thank you so much for joining us and for lunch. She's never had so much fun."

"Thanks for letting me come along. I don't think I've picnicked like this since 1935."

He talks about his life before the war. His friendship with Steve. A little bit of how he's still trying to assimilate to being an Avenger. He's enjoyed the day because he never gets the chance to...play.

"I think you've got an open invitation from this one here."

Bucky laughs. "How old is she?"

"She's 3."

"She's very... articulate."

"You can say it. She's a chatterbox. She doesn't stop talking. Even when it was just jibberish, she didn't stop. It used to drive her father nuts. He didn't have a lot of patience."

"He's still in the picture?"

You shake your head, "He passed away last year."

Bucky frowns, "I'm sorry for you loss."

Everytime you hear those words you feel guilty. You feel like you should feel a loss, yet you don't. Not really. You were dating Abby's father for about 6 months when you found out you were pregnant. It wasn't planned. You and Jason weren't even talking about marriage. And yet you decided to get married because of the baby and that was a mistake. Jason wasn't ready to be a father. You're not even sure he enjoyed fatherhood while he was alive. He was on deployment or missions and away from home a lot. His life didn't change much. You were already thinking of asking for a divorce. He didn't take an active part in raising Abby. He would never have gone on picnics with you and Abby, let alone run around and play tag with you both. Or blow bubbles.

"Thank you."

"So, its just you two now?" You smile and nod. He gives an off-key rendition of Bill Withers "Just the Two of Us," which makes you snort laugh. "C'mon, I wasn't that bad!"

Abby stirs awake from your laughter and Bucky's outrage. "Mama?"

"I'm sorry, Baby. Did we wake you up?" You lift her onto your lap and she snuggles in, sticking her thumb in her mouth. "Did you have a good sleep?" She nods. "It takes her a while to wake up." You rub her back.

"She woke up just in time for the ducks."

Abby pops her thumb out of her mouth, "Ducks?" She stands and wobbles like a drunk person so Bucky reached out for her. "Bucky, yous ready for ducks??"

"Whoa, take it easy." He laughs at Abby's excitement to feed the ducks. He scoops her up while you find your stash of stale bread. You make your way to the waters edge, and Abby instructs Bucky on the proper way to throw bread at the ducks. "Don't hit them in the head."

Bucky looks at you weirdly. "She used to try and aim for their mouths & would hit them in the head. I told her it's not nice and to aim for the water in front of them." Bucky laughs.

Once the bread is gone, you start packing up your things. "If you come back to the Tower, I can grab my car & take you guys home."

"It's ok, the Metro stop is close to our building."

Bucky insists, "It's no problem. Really."

"You don't have a carseat. Abby needs a carseat."

"Ooooh. Right," Bucky frowns.

"We're fine. I promise. We do this all the time," you give him a reassuring smile. "Baby, come say bye to Bucky."

Abby runs over & launches herself at Bucky, who quickly catches her. She gives him a loud kiss on his cheek. "Tank you for my samich & cookie."

"You're welcome. I had fun today."

"ME TOO!!!" Bucky picks her up & plops her on his shoulders.

Reaching for her, "I got her."

"I'll walk you guys to the station at least." He grabs your hand in his and you all head off to the Metro.

Next chapter

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Swear on it

You were finishing a workout when you heard the door to the gym open up, seeing Natasha come in and locking it.

“Hey Nat, I was just finishing off here.” You smiled, but quickly dropped the face as her own look seemed displeased. 

“Something wrong?” you asked, holding a hand out for her.

She quickly took your wrist and spung you off your feet, dropping you on the hard floor. Still holding your arm behind your back, now pushing her knee a tad too deep in your back.

You groaned, “You know, I invited you earlier, now I’m leaving.” You tried to shuffle off her grip but she wasn’t playing around.

“Shut up, y/n.” She steadied her position on top of you, and looked around the room.

“You know I had this dream before, but it was slightly different.” You grinned, straining your neck to catch a look of her face.

“Are you being serious right now?” She did not seem amused. 

“Okay, it was just like this,” you breathed.

“Who do you work for?”

“What?”

“Answer me, y/n.” She ordered.

“SHIELD, Nat, what the hell.” You were at a loss right now, “Who do you work for?”

“SHIELD.”

“See we’re on the same side, here. How about you let go of my arm, and we can hug it out.” You tried to move slightly under her grip, but she tightened it.

“Stop messing around,” she sighed. ��Hydra‘s infiltrated SHIELD.”

“What?” You asked in disbelief as she nodded. “And why do you think I’m Hydra?”

She didn’t answer, just another heavy breath.

“Right. Look, I have no interest in going back to being a brain dead assassin.” You told her.

Just thinking about your days in the Winter Soldier Program gave chills down your spine, and nightmares for a lifetime.

She turned you around, now straddling you. “Swear on it.” 

“What?” You gulped amidst the shock and the fact that Natasha was close to you. Very close.

“Swear on it on something that matters.”

Her face was stoic, but her eyes betrayed her. She couldn’t lose you. You couldn’t be with them.

You searched in your mind something meaningful enough. “Our relationship.” 

“What relationship?”

“Whatever this is, what it could be. I swear it on my love for you.” Natasha’s eyes widened and she suddenly realised the position you two were in. “What do you swear it on?” 

She was quiet for some time. “My past.”

“Great, now that we’ve both sworn on it, up you go,” you said, raising your hips so Natasha would get off you.

“What are we going to do now?” You asked her.

“You love me?”

The question pierced the room like a bullet. Natasha’s eyes lost in your face.

You looked at her, “Of course I love you. Why else would I be in this shithole?”

You started to smile as Natasha’s lips crashed into you. First shocking you, but soft enough so you settled in it comfortably.

“That was nice,” you said, breaking out of the kiss as Natasha smiled herself. “We should fuck.”

She cackled loudly, “Buy me a drink first, you shameless.” 

“Will do. Hell, I’ll buy you two.” You said, laughing at yourself.

She hit your arm, still smiling at you.

“First, we need to sort this infiltration thing.” She reminded you.

“Right, drinks later.” You smiled.

[supercap2319]

"Bucky, if you keep bouncing me like this i'll cum in my jeans."

"Then I guess we have to take your jeans off. Undies to just to be safe."

"Bucky, if you keep bouncing me like, I'll cum in my jeans." Y/N warned as the up down motion was making him hard in his jeans. The fabric was brushing against him sensitive head and leaving a real wet spot on his crotch. People will think Bucky scared him so bad that he wet himself, which wasn't true at all.

Bucky looks at him, a lazy grin on his handsome features. His blue eyes were shining with amusement and interest as he continued to thrust his hips upward. Bucky was in the middle of doing leg lifts and asked Y/N to straddle him for a little more weight.

"Then I guess we'll have to take your jeans and undies to just to be safe, doll." Bucky said.

Y/N blushed as bucky helped him up, his routine of thrusts temporarily forgotten as he helped Y/N pull his pants and underwear down before Bucky had him lay down as Bucky unceremoniously took them off his legs, leaving Y/N naked from the waist down besides his shirt and leaking precut.

"There. That's better. You should probably take off your shirt, too. Don't want any stains on it." Bucky winks.

He pulled off his shirt until he was finally naked for Bucky in the weight room while the Winter Soldier was in black shorts that had a tent in them and a black workout shirt. Y/N blushed hard as Bucky chuckled. "Back to it, doll."

Bucky started to thrust upward again,the friction between his soft shirt and rugged hard abs against Y/N's cock had him moaning like crazy as his dick was leaking like a faucet. "Oh, god!"

"That's it, Y/N." Bucky was panting only lightly. Being a supersoldier means he had more controlled stamina than horny young Avengers. Y/N can't believe how easily Bucky brought him to the edge. What should he expect? Bucky's been pleasing men and women since before Y/N was born. The thought of Bucky being so experienced sent a thrilled down Y/N's body as he hoped Bucky would show him his experience.

"Don't hold back... go on, pretty boy." He said. "Fuckin' come all over my abs! Cum for your Sergeant." Bucky commands.

Y/N grabbed his broad shoulders and cried out as he shot his creamy load all over Bucky's muscular frame as Y/N rode his high. He was panting and sweating by the time Bucky stopped moving. He looked at Y/N and smiled.

"I could use a shower. Wanna shower with your Sergeant, doll?"

Y/N nods.

[delicatebarness]

bring him home | chapter one

Summary: You leave your room for the first time in a month as the memory of your first meeting with Bucky floods your mind.

Warning: MCU Spoilers. A lot of grief and sadness.

Word Count: 1376

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The atmosphere in the briefing room was thick with sorrow, each member of the team carried the weight of their loss, it was a heavy burden. Natasha, Steve, Banner, and Rhodey sat in silence, exchanging somber looks as they came together to discuss what needed to be done next. 

As they waited for you to join them, there was a noticeable sense of uncertainty. You hadn’t left your room in the month since the Snap, the grief had consumed you like a relentless tide. They had no expectations on your arrival, there was no hope that you would find the strength to join them. 

Yet, to their surprise and also their relief, the door creaked open, and you stepped inside.

Your appearance was a stark reflection of the grief you carried. Your eyes hollow, your shoulders slumped, and your face paled with the pain. It was as if the weight of the universe had settled on your shoulders, it was crushing you.

Steve’s voice broke the silence, he stood at the head of the table, his voice heavy with emotion as he spoke. “We’re glad you could join us,” he said softly, you could hear the relief in his voice. It was rare that he got to see you these days. 

You managed to direct a weak nod in response to him, your throat was tight with unshed tears. The concern that etched your friends and family’s faces only served to deepen the ache in your chest. 

As the meeting began, the discussion turned into plans for the future - how to rebuild what had been lost and how you help those who had been affected. Each word felt like a knife to the heart, a painful reminder of how you were one of the affected.

“We need to focus on finding a way to provide support to those who have lost,” Natasha said, her voice determined. “They need to know they’re not alone,” 

Banner nodded in agreement, “We need to consider the long-term effects of the snap, too,” he added. “The psychological impact.” You couldn’t help but notice his gaze land on you at that moment.

Rhodey chimed in, his voice steady. “We’ll need to work closely with the remaining governments and aid organizations, make sure resources are allocated where needed,” he said.

The meeting dragged on, tears had been threatening to spill from your eyes since you sat in your old usual spot. You weren’t focused on what they were saying, memories of happier times flooded your mind, each one a cruel reminder of what you lost.

Drawing to a close, everyone began to leave the briefing room. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming loneliness wash over you. Despite being only a few feet away from friends and family, you felt utterly alone. 

Tears finally spilled down your cheeks, unchecked and unstoppable as the last of them left you sitting at the table. 

~

You remembered the first time you laid eyes on him, The Winter Soldier, your memory was as vivid as if it was yesterday. You were just a child, barely old enough to understand the world beyond the Red Room. Yet, even then, something about the large and mysterious man set him apart from the others. 

You had heard the whispers of his existence long before you ever saw him - the tales of a silent assassin who moved like a ghost were told in the girl's room after lights out. 

It was a cold, dreary day in the Red Room, it felt like it was being stretched on forever. You were alone on the training grounds, going through the motions of another grueling session. An intense workout on your small young body. He appeared before you as he silently spectated your movements. 

“I’ll be your trainer from now on,” his voice was low, almost monotone, yet it carried a demanding tone. 

At first, you froze in place, a mixture of fear and curiosity coursed through you. His movements were calculated and precise. Yet, beneath the facade of his programming, you sensed a flicker of something more. As a child, you sensed the spark of humanity that refused to be taken from him. 

As he began guiding you through the drills, he commanded with authority. “Stand straight, shoulders back.”

“Yes, Soldat,” you responded, straightening your posture as best as you could. 

His touch was firm but gentle, his instructions clear, you noticed how he never once fought back with his left arm. “You’re hesitating,” he observed.

“I, um, I’m sorry,” your small voice stammered, embarrassment rushed through you at your inability to keep up with his speed. 

“Focus,” he urged, you noticed the slight softening of his voice. For a moment, you saw your reflection in his eyes, a mirror image of the child you used to be before the Red Room stole you away and replaced your innocence with something darker. 

From that day forward, the Winter Soldier became more than just a trainer to you. He became your protector and silent companion. “You have potential,” he once remarked, his words causing pride and confidence to course through you for the first time. 

And though your time training with him was fleeting, the memory of him lingered long after you had completed your training and he vanished back into the shadows. 

~

You sat alone in your room, you still couldn’t believe you were back after over two years. It hadn’t changed since the morning you left with Natasha. Staring out the window, watching the raindrops race down the pane, you lost yourself in a sea of memories. Each one was a bittersweet reminder of what once was. The ache had yet to dull in your heart, the emptiness of lost companions. 

A sudden sound of gentle knocking on your door startled you. Blinking away the haze of sadness, you rose from your windowsill and made your way toward the door. You were met with the warm smile of your sister, Natasha, as you opened it. Her presence was a beacon of light in the darkness that had consumed you over the last month. 

“Hey,” she greeted, her voice a soothing tone that cut through the heaviness of the room. “Mind if I come in?” 

You shook your head, stepping aside to let her come in. She crossed the threshold, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern as she took in your teary eyes and the growing mess taking over your once gleaming room. 

“Have you found her?” you asked with a slight sense of hope in your voice.

Natasha’s expression faltered at your question, a shadow passed over her features. “She’s gone, too” she replied gently, her voice filled with regret. 

You nodded, a disappointing weight settling heavily in your chest. For weeks, you had searched tirelessly for any sign of your other sister, Yelena. Clinging to the hope that she was still out there somewhere, not vanished. 

Your sister moved closer, wrapping her arms around you in a comforting embrace. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. She placed a soft kiss on the top of your head as your arms wrapped around her waist. “I know it hurts.”

“I just can’t believe they’re gone,” you admitted, your voice trembled as your eyes began to fill with tears again. “Yelena, Wanda, Sam, Bucky…”

“I know,” Natasha murmured as her grip tightened around you slightly. “But we’re still here, we have each other.” 

You nodded, the tears spilling down your cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you confessed, grateful that you still had your eldest sister here with you and having her unwavering support.

As Natasha pulled back, her smile softened and her hands came up to cup your cheeks, wiping away the stray tears with her thumbs. “Just promise me one thing,” she said softly.

“What is it?” you asked, curious at the serious tone in her voice.

“Promise me,” her voice wavered slightly. “You’ll remember that you’re never truly alone, even if I’m not here to remind you.” Her eyes bore into yours, sending a chill down your spine. Her eyes were full of knowing as if she knew something you didn’t.

You furrowed your brow, sniffling as the tears continued to spill. “I promise,” you replied.

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[navybrat817]

I have a really chubby baby nephew right now, making me think of dad!Bucky with his own little one. The baby is so adorably chunky, it's a workout for people to hold him, but Bucky has no trouble holding and snuggling and dancing with his 6 month old baby.

Aww, Bucky would love that. He really would. ❤️

He adores his baby's plump cheeks and kissable chunky thighs. They're so sweet. If anyone says otherwise, he has no problem giving the Winter Soldier death glare. His baby is perfectly healthy and happy. They're meant to gain weight quickly.

If the doctor sees no issue, why should he? This is his baby. The apple of his eye.

So if you need to get a little extra rest or if your arms start to get tired, he'll happily relieve you and dance around the living room. He'll nuzzle your bundle of joy with the proudest smile. And he'll continue to be thankful for having a happy, healthy baby.

And no one blames him for going after Tony when he calls his baby a "backbreaker".

Love and thanks! ❤️

[mintyys-blog]

avengers x reader: Mission: Annoy the Avengers

WARNINGS: none

part one: we gotta stop meeting like this

You were not a threat. Not really. You didn’t have superpowers, a metal suit, or even decent combat skills. But what you did have was an unrelenting commitment to chaos—and that made you the Avengers’ biggest problem.

It had started small. Replacing Steve’s coffee with decaf coffee. Moving Thor’s hammer an inch to the left just to watch him panic. Changing Bucky’s Spotify playlist to Mamma Mia! and watching as he suffered an existential crisis while “Dancing Queen” played during his workout.

But today? Today was special. Today, you were going all out.

You casually strolled into the Avengers’ common room, coffee in hand, looking suspiciously innocent.

Natasha eyed you from the couch. “What did you do?”

You gasped. “Nat, I’m offended. I don’t always do something.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Last time you said that, you hacked FRIDAY to only respond to Tony in AutoTune.”

“Yeah, and we all grew as people because of it,” you said, taking a sip of your coffee.

The room remained quiet, but then—

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Tony’s voice echoed from his lab.

Right on cue.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “What did you do to him?”

“I simply changed his password.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

You grinned. “It now requires a 45-minute-long dramatic monologue about how great Steve is before granting access.”

Steve, who had just walked in, blinked. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah. And he has to mean it, or the system locks him out for another hour.”

From the lab, there was a loud crash and Tony’s frustrated yell of: “I’M GONNA KILL THEM.”

Steve slowly turned to you. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I live for the thrill.”

Bucky entered the kitchen, opening the fridge for his milk carton—only to find it labeled “Property of The Winter Soldier. Will Cry If Taken.”

He froze. Looked at you. Looked back at the milk.

“This isn’t mine.”

“It is now.”

“…I don’t like this.”

You leaned in. “But does that mean you won’t drink it?”

Bucky hesitated. Then, cautiously, he poured himself a glass.

“Good boy,” you whispered ominously. “You’re learning.”

Your final act of the day required precision. Timing. Sheer dedication.

Peter Parker had recently gotten a new suit, and you had—somehow—managed to hack into its voice commands.

So, when he swung into the tower, the suit suddenly announced in a robotic voice:

“ACTIVATING BABY MODE.”

Peter screamed as the suit’s limbs went stiff, then curled into a protective ball, gently lowering him to the ground like a burrito-wrapped infant.

He flailed helplessly. “WHAT IS HAPPENING?!”

You sipped your coffee, watching the chaos unfold. “Huh. Technology is amazing.”

It was inevitable.

The Avengers cornered you in the common room, glaring. Steve had his arms crossed. Tony looked like he hadn’t known peace in years. Peter was still stuck in Baby Mode.

You grinned. “Hey, guys.”

Tony pointed at you. “We’re banning you from the Tower.”

“No, you’re not.”

Steve sighed. “No, we’re not.”

You leaned back in your chair, victorious. “See you all tomorrow.”

You were a menace. A delightful, unrelenting, absolutely unstoppable menace.

And, despite all their efforts, the Avengers simply could not get rid of you.

After yesterday’s chaos, they had tried. Tony had disabled your Tower access. Natasha had installed new security measures. Steve had given you The Disappointed Dad Look™.

None of it worked.

Because here you were. Sitting on their couch. Eating Tony’s expensive imported snacks.

Natasha walked in, took one look at you, and sighed. “How did you even get in?”

“I never left,” you said, shoving another handful of truffle-infused popcorn into your mouth.

“Impossible,” she deadpanned.

You gestured vaguely. “Ever heard of hiding in the vents?”

Natasha looked genuinely disturbed. “You’ve been in the vents this whole time?”

You winked.

She left the room.

Steve walked into the common room, stretching after his morning jog. He looked peaceful. Serene.

He should not have looked peaceful.

Because the moment he sat down, it began.

“Alexa,” you said loudly, “play ‘America’ by Imagine Dragons at full volume.”

The hidden speakers blasted the song.

Steve’s eye twitched.

“Alexa,” he tried, “stop.”

“I’M AN AMERICAN AUTHOR!” the speakers continued, incorrectly attributing the song to the wrong band.

You snickered. “I changed the voice activation to only recognize requests in a 1940s Brooklyn accent.”

Steve turned to glare at you. “I don’t even—”

Alexa interrupted. “I’M AN AMERICAN AUTHOR—”

Steve looked like he aged five years in five seconds.

Bucky, who had just walked in, immediately turned around and left.

Thor was an easy target. He was too trusting. Too pure. Too easy to mess with.

Which is why, for three days straight, you had been subtly moving Mjolnir around the Tower, just enough to make him doubt reality.

Yesterday, it was on the kitchen counter. This morning, it was balanced on top of the fridge.

Now? Now it was in the bathtub.

Thor stood frozen, staring down at his hammer resting comfortably in a pile of bubbles.

“…Brother?” he whispered, looking around.

Loki, who had nothing to do with this, simply raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Thor pointed dramatically. “You move Mjolnir while I sleep!”

Loki scoffed. “If I could move your glorified paperweight, you’d be dead by now.”

Thor turned back to the hammer, looking genuinely distressed.

You watched from the doorway, sipping your coffee. This was the greatest thing you’d ever done.

Tony was on edge.

You could tell. He hadn’t spoken in five whole minutes, and that was concerning.

Because, unknown to him, you had activated a slow-burn prank.

And now—at this very moment—it was unfolding.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called, rubbing his temples, “give me my schedule.”

FRIDAY’s voice responded—but instead of her usual smooth tone, it was a dramatic movie trailer voice.

“IN A WORLD… WHERE A MAN NAMED TONY STARK HAS MEETINGS HE DOESN’T WANT TO ATTEND…”

Tony froze.

“…What?”

FRIDAY continued.

“COMING SOON… TO A BOARDROOM NEAR YOU… A THREE-HOUR FINANCIAL REVIEW THAT WILL TEST HIS VERY SOUL…”

Tony turned slowly to glare at you. “What did you do.”

You grinned. “Gave FRIDAY a little personality.”

FRIDAY wasn’t done.

“WILL HE SURVIVE… OR WILL HE PERISH… IN A SEA OF SPREADSHEETS?”

Tony was losing it.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

He inhaled deeply. “I’m kicking you out.”

“No, you’re not.”

“…No, I’m not.”

You leaned back on the couch, victorious.

Desperate, truly desperate, the Avengers held a team meeting.

Steve stood at the front, arms crossed. “We need a plan.”

Natasha, arms also crossed, nodded. “We can’t keep living like this.”

“She is chaos,” Thor added solemnly.

Tony looked exhausted. “I ran every security measure possible, and she still shows up.”

Peter, still traumatized from his last encounter with you, whispered, “She changed my suit’s voice to sound like a 1920s newsboy. I can’t stop saying ‘EXTRA! EXTRA!’”

Sam sighed. “Let’s face it. We can’t win.”

They all turned to look at you.

You were already in the room.

Eating Tony’s popcorn.

“Sup,” you said.

They collectively groaned.

Mission Accomplished.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Quite the Workout Part 3 -Oneshot

Sorry it took me a minute, but here's part 3. ;) I also don't necessarily like the nicknames Bucky calls reader in this one...but it seemed to fit the vibe of the story. Trigger warning: derogatory name-calling, smut Word count: 2603

Part 1 Part 2

“I’ve never been in this room before,” Y/N said, looking around the smaller workout room.

Bucky hummed.  “It’s one of the private workout rooms.”

She looked around at the equipment lining the walls, the mirror along the wall across from the door and a large mat covering the middle section of the room.  There were no windows, and she wasn’t sure but she thought she heard the click of the lock when Bucky closed the door behind them.  “Why do we need a private workout room if we’re just sparring?” she asked, though she had an inclination as to what it was Bucky had on his mind.

“So I can give you a private lesson,” he said matter-of-factly.  “Who better to learn hand-to-hand combat and sparring with than the one and only ex-Winter Soldier?”

Y/N lifted an eyebrow at him.  “I know hand-to-hand combat, Buck,” Y/N said.  “You’ve seen me do it before.”

“Yes,” he nodded, walking toward her.  “But you’ve never had to go up against me.”

Y/N huffed a laugh as his eyes narrowed, looking like a predator stalking its prey.  “You sure you won’t get a boner while trying to fight me?” she teased.

Bucky’s expression didn’t waver except for his lips slightly curling into a smirk.  “No promises,” he said.  

Y/N rolled her eyes and got into a defensive stance.  She let Bucky circle her, watching him carefully and trying to think of the next steps he could take.  She’d seen him fight in the field multiple times.  He was wicked fast, strategic, and quite lithe for a man his size.  He was taking small steps closer to her each time he circled, almost imperceptibly if she wasn’t so aware of him.  Like lightning he suddenly swung at her, and she barely dodged his attack by mere centimeters.  It slightly scared her, her eyes widening and muscles tensing.  Most people, especially men she had ever had to fight were pretty predictable, they’re bodies indicating what their next move would be with each twitch, back swing and twist.  But Bucky was like a wild cat, slinking toward her one way then surprising her going a different way.  His hits were heavy but precise.  She tried to keep her breathing even and composed.  It would do her no good to panic.  She moved so that her back would never face him, frowning as she focused on the task at hand.

Bucky’s smirk never left his face.  He knew he had the upper hand, and she knew it, too.  As much as she could hold her own against most assailants, an enhanced person was a totally different animal.  He finally stopped moving and waited for her to make the next move, his head tilting in both question and challenge at her.

Y/N couldn’t stand the anticipatory, charged silence and attacked, swinging her arm through the air toward his face.  She knew he would dodge it easily, so as he moved his head she twisted her body and punched his ribs with her other hand at the last second before springing away from him.

Bucky huffed a breath and smiled as he turned to face her.  “Good girl,” he praised her.  “Good strategy.”

Y/N shook out and flexed her hand that landed the punch.  It was like punching a brick wall.  As proud as she was at landing at least one punch, she didn’t let it deter her from being realistic about her chances.  She wasn’t enhanced, didn’t have any powers to help her.  They sparred for a while longer, Y/N doing her best to just not get hit or hurt.  Most of her movements were defensive or evasive, and she could feel her endurance diminishing as time went on.  Bucky seemed to be enjoying himself, his eyes raking over her figure more often than not, which only made it harder for her to focus.  

“Would you quit ogling me and just fight?” she finally grunted as she missed hitting his torso once again.

“It’s not my fault you decided to spar with the tiniest, tightest shorts known to mankind,” Bucky retorted, his hungry gaze flitting over her lower half for the hundredth time.  “Trying to distract me with those thighs of yours.”

“Aw, I thought you liked my thighs,” Y/N said patronizingly.  The shorts had been a conscious decision, which he of course picked up on.  

“I do,” he winked.  “And that ass that’s practically hanging out of those shorts.  And what’s peeking at me between your legs every time you kick at me.”

Y/N smirked.  She conveniently hadn’t worn underwear, either.  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said nonchalantly.  “I’m just here to spar with my mission partner.  It’s not my fault if he’s a horny, thigh-obsessed, sick little pussy puppy.”

Bucky’s eyes widened at her.  He suddenly sprang forward and tackled her, blocking most of the fall with his body before rolling them over until he was on top of her.  Y/N squirmed and struggled, trying to fight him off but failing miserably as his metal hand gripped both of her wrists and held her hands up above her head and firmly against the mat.  She tried to lift her legs enough to kick him off, but he positioned himself between her legs, keeping them spread wide so she couldn’t bend them high or wide enough to get at him with her feet.  His flesh hand gripped her throat and she gasped as he squeezed.

“Watch your dirty mouth, baby,” Bucky growled, his face an inch away from hers.  His eyes were dark, his nose scrunched and lips curled over his teeth like he was snarling at her.  He looked more dangerous to her than he ever had before, opening up a flood of conflicting emotions that had her body responding in strange ways.  As much as she was panicking at being so easily taken down, her hips were trembling with need, her pussy hot and throbbing at the danger.  “Wearing the smallest shorts with no underwear to try and throw me off.  Once again, proving that if anyone is sick in this relationship, it’s you.”  He kissed her hard, making her hum against mouth as he stole the breath from her lungs.  The kiss was all tongue and teeth, nipping at her lips and sucking on her tongue before quickly pulling away.  He squeezed her neck again and she opened her mouth wide to suck in a breath.  He leaned down and licked a tear that she was unaware had fallen down the side of her face.  “Look at you, so desperate you’re shaking beneath me.  Such a sick, horny, pretty little bitch.”

Y/N nodded, her wrists trying to twist out of his grip.  His flesh hand moved down slowly from her neck and over her chest, kneading her breasts roughly and rucking up her tank top and sports bra so her breasts were exposed before traveling down her torso to the rim of her shorts.  He yanked them down, maneuvering her legs so he could pull them all the way off so she was opened wide and splayed out naked for him.  Y/N was panting at his rough treatment.  They had been together a couple of times since that mission where she had teased him about getting a boner watching her fight, but it had never been this rough or needy before.  She had once again said too much, done too much, and pushed him too far.  This was punishment.

Bucky never let go of her wrists, his metal hand a literal vise pinning her against the mat.  His flesh hand felt her all over, his fingers teasing her cunt and clit before quickly pulling away, then he would lean down and bite or lick along sensitive spots on her body until she was a whining, moaning, crying mess.  

“Bucky…please!” she cried out after he edged her again, pulling his fingers away from her pussy.

She yelped as he slapped her puffy pussy lips.  “What did you call me?” he asked gravelly.

“I’m sorry!  I’m sorry,” she pleaded, trying to grind her hips up toward him, his hard cock tenting his sweats and brushing against her every time he moved.  “Please Sergeant!  I can’t, I can’t handle it, please…”

Bucky tickled the space above her pussy with the tips of his fingers, sliding them up her stomach, making her flinch, then kneaded her breasts again, pinching her nipples too hard one at a time.  She thrashed her head back and forth, biting her lower lip to keep herself from being too loud.  Then he slapped her tits, and she shuddered with a long groan.  “You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

“YES!” she screamed.  “I’m your little slut, Sergeant!”

Bucky smiled.  “Good girl,” he said, then sunk three fingers deep inside her.  Y/N moaned loudly at finally being filled, her head wrenching back against the mat with a thud.  His thumb rubbed at her clit as his fingers squelched in and out of her, changing the pace randomly and sporadically curling his fingers deep inside her, brushing against the special spot and teasing her.  

“Sergeant, can I please cum?” Y/N begged, her legs moving up over his hips and hooking her ankles behind his ass.

“No,” Bucky murmured.

Y/N whimpered at the denial, trying hard to stave off her impending orgasm.  She decided to try something else.  “Sergeant, will you please fuck me with your cock?”  His eyes snapped up to look at her.  “Please?” she quickly added again.  “I want your thick, fat cock inside me.  I need it.  Please?”

Bucky paused for a second before removing his hand from her pussy and pushing down his sweats and boxers just far enough to release his cock.  Y/N moaned at the sight of it, hard, long and thick, pulsing with need like she was.  He stroked himself, wiping her wetness onto himself before rubbing the tip through her lower lips.  She shook again, desperate for him but trying not to move too much for fear that he would take it away.  

“This what you want, baby?” he teased her, rubbing her clit with the tip of his cock.

“Yeah, yes, Sergeant,” she whispered.  

“Is this what your pretty little pussy needs?” he asked, rutting his hips against her so his cock length ran up and down through her pussy lips.  Y/N nodded frantically, shivering each time the head of his cock would catch against her clit or at her entrance.  “Is this what my pretty little bitch needs?  So desperate for my cock.  You gonna take all of me?”  She nodded again, more tears falling down the sides of her face.  “But you’re not gonna cum til I say so, are you, slut?”

Y/N shook her head.  “No, I won’t cum til you say so, Sergeant.  Please!”  She knew how desperate and insane she sounded, but couldn’t find it in herself to care.  It was hard to believe that just a few weeks ago this would have been unfathomable to her.

Bucky hummed, then suddenly slammed himself all the way in with one hard thrust.  Y/N sobbed at finally being filled the way she wanted so perfectly like only he could.  He harshly blew out a puff of air, his eyes shut tight as he tried to keep himself composed.  “Jesus, baby.  Always so tight for me.”  Her pussy fluttered and he moaned.  “Don’t cum,” he grunted, his eyes opening and glaring at her in warning.

Y/N shook her head again.  “I won’t, I–mmh,” she moaned as he snapped his hips into her.  “I won’t,” she whined.  Bucky’s gaze raked over her, his flesh hand moving to grip and feel her thigh over his hip.  He rolled and thrust his hips into her at an agonizingly slow pace, letting her feel every inch of him moving in and out of her.  Y/N’s fingers were going numb from the tight grip of his metal hand around her wrists, and she whined again.  “Sergeant, can I please touch you?”  

Bucky looked like he was getting lost in the sensation of fucking her, and he absentmindedly nodded, his metal fingers releasing her wrists slowly.  She stretched and flexed her hands and fingers as she lowered her arms and reached up to cup the sides of his face.  Her nails scratched his beard and back into the hair at the nape of his neck, and he shivered at the feeling.  Her hands felt him down his back then tugged at the bottom of his shirt, which he quickly pulled off and flung it aside.  With his metal hand now free he used both hands to feel her up, the cool metal feeling soothing against her warm skin.  Her nails dug into his back as his thrusts got harder.  “I love it when you mark me up,” he groaned.  

Bucky’s metal hand moved back up towards her neck, and he gripped her throat while his flesh hand nestled at her pussy.  As his metal fingers slightly squeezed her throat his flesh fingers started flicking at her clit.  Y/N’s hips bucked under him, her legs starting to shake around his hips.  “Sergeant!  Please, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.  Please, can I cum?”  She was begging, something she never thought she would do.  “I’ve been so good for you, Sergeant, please?  Please please please please?”

His metal hand squeezed harder and she gasped, her eyes shutting tight.  His hand moved away and tapped her cheek hard, making her eyes snap back open in shock.  “You think you deserve to cum after teasing me?  After calling me a…what was it?  ‘A sick, little pussy puppy?’”  He was driving his hips into her impressively fast and hard, his flesh fingers never stopping on her clit.

Y/N whimpered.  “I’m sorry, Sergeant.”

Bucky smirked.  “I do love this pretty pussy,” he said, tapping her clit quickly with his fingers.  “So if that makes me a sick puppy, so be it.  But you will always be my pretty, little, desperate-for-my-cock-bitch, won’t you?”          

“Yeeesss,” she hissed when he roughly tapped her clit again.  “Yes, Sergeant.”

“That’s my good girl,” Bucky smiled.  His fingers started rubbing and flicking her clit fast, his thrusts getting more brutal by the second.  Her pussy fluttered around him dangerously and his metal hand went back to her throat, squeezing harder until her eyes rolled back.  “Cum, baby.  Cum on my cock, you desperate cumslut!”

Y/N finally let herself relax enough so that his fingers drove her over the edge and she came hard around him with a garbled scream, her entire body shaking as her vision went white.  She heard Bucky’s loud groan above her and then felt him pull out of her fast, his heavy breaths panting as he stroked himself to finish, then she felt his hot cum spurt onto her right thigh, then a little on her left thigh.  She whimpered, her body limp, nerves feeling shot with overstimulation and yet numb all at the same time.  She felt Bucky’s lips replace his metal hand, kissing the red marks his fingers had made.  

“Good girl…my good fucking girl,” he murmured, nis nose and lips nuzzling along her skin up to her mouth.  “Your thighs have never looked prettier.”

Y/N huffed a laugh, her eyes still closed as his metal hand pulled her by the chin to face upwards so he could kiss her deeply.  She hummed as he pulled away.  “Yes Sergeant.”

[rainbowsprinkledpirate]

Soldier Of My Past

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Male!Reader

Summary: You meet up with Doctor Borisyuk again after a scary run-in with the Winter Soldier. He lets you in on a little secret, and you don't know how to handle it.

AN: Does anyone have any good Bucky x Readers to suggest? I'd appreciate it, and it would help me see how others write him(it's surprisingly hard to write how characters act even though I've watched them a million times).

Chapter V: Little Secret

The room they gave me wasn’t much.

The walls were painted a dull gray alongside a tiny bed, and footlocker to match. If I weren't careful, the lackluster room could drive me crazy. But it wasn't like they let me stay in here constantly, not with all the missions they had the Winter Soldier go on.

My eyes trail toward the wall, where a single clock resides. It reads two twenty-four.

Instead of resting as Doctor Borisyuk had suggested, I lay on the bed staring at the cracks in the ceiling. It's hard to sleep when you're plauged by nightmares and your mind is all over the place.

What did Doctor Borisyuk have to say to me?

Was it about the recent mission?

Or did he know I was gathering intel on HYDRA every time I woke up?

No, that couldn't be it. I didn't have a single thing against HYDRA physically. And even if I could get something against them, they would see it. These people keep an eye on me no matter where I go. I can't even piss in peace without someone watching over my shoulder.

But that's just how HYDRA ran. One single slip-up could lead to them losing a precious foothold. So they didn't take any risks.

Looking back at the clock, I sigh. There were still two hours left before I had to report back to Doctor Borisyuk. The only way to pass the time quickly would be to work out. Hopefully, no one is using the training room at this time.

Sliding off the scratchy blanket, I move to put on a worn tank top from the footlocker while deciding that the cargo pants I had on from the earlier mission were good enough.

Their workout room was only a few rooms down from my own. This often led to sweat and body odor lingering in the hallway after hours. And on occasion, the coppery tang of blood could be detected.

Thankfully, not many people used it today. If the faint smell of sweat mixing with the rubber mats was anything to go off of.

I make my way into the room. Only to pause when I catch a familiar glint of metal. The Winter Soldier slams a rather helpless HYDRA agent into the ground before stepping around him. Steps light as he shifts his weight to his other leg.

Monster.

The word whispers in my head as I stare at the soldier. He's like a panther stalking its prey, just waiting for a chance to strike.

But I notice the agent isn't moving, and blood is smeared across the mat around his head. I step forward, hoping to stop the soldier from killing the poor fool.

"Sir, I believe he's had enough."

Those cold blue eyes cut through me as he moves to keep the unconscious soldier and me in his sight. It takes everything in me not to flinch under his gaze.

I raise my hands, making sure not to make any sudden movements lest I set him off.

"Alright, that's enough for now." The new voice sends chills down my spine as I straighten up. A man I have only ever seen a few times in the company of Doctor Borisyuk steps past me to examine the Winter Soldier.

Even from here, I can see he hadn't broken a sweat. But I could see that the mask he wore like a muzzle was tightened on his face enough that his cheeks were squished up under his eyes. Ouch. If it had been anyone else, I would have pitied them. Yet the man standing before me was nothing but a vessel. A tool for HYDRA to use as they saw fit.

The Winter Soldier starts to move away from the man fists raising when he starts speaking again, "Longing."

The soldier stiffens, his cold blue eyes flicking toward me. For a moment, he seems to struggle with himself.

"Rusted, furnace, daybreak," The man steps closer to the soldier with every word.

For a second, I meet the soldier's eyes. Something in them manages to break through the icy surface. And I swear I hear the softest 'no' leave him. But the moment is over as the man steps in between us, forcing me to break eye contact. He utters a few more words before casting a cold look my way.

"Don't you have something else to do other than stare?" His words send me straight back out into the hall. Luckily, he wasn't someone of too high rank, or I'd worry about not saluting him before leaving.

I can't help standing in the hallway for a few seconds as I try to process what I just saw. The Winter Soldier mercilessly taking down his training partner(more like punching bag) only to plead for help moments later with his eyes.

Did he really just attack me and I'm actually unconscious right now?

Or am I really losing it?

"Soldat."

I must be losing it if I'm hearing Doctor Zola. From what I remember he was taken in by Steve and some other soldier. After that... well I never saw him again. I was honestly glad for that until Doctor Rot took me back in. But that was then. What was with the Winter Soldier just now?

Snap

"Soldier, hello?" Fingers snap in front of my face again and I flinch back. Familiar empty blue eyes bore into me as I stare blankly back at Doctor Borisyuk.

"Lost in thought?" A coy smile flickers across his face as he chuckles, "Didn't know you had those."

What was wrong with everyone today? They're all acting odder than normal.

"Anyway, I had to come find you since you didn't show up on time." A shiver makes its way down my back as I rasp out a quick apology.

Before Doctor Borisyuk can scold me for being late the door to the training room opens again. The man from earlier appears with the Winter Soldier close behind him.

The man stiffens at the sight of Doctor Borisyuk quickly saluting him before being waved off. The man swiftly strides off down the hall with the Winter Soldier following like a robot.

"That reminds me. I thought I'd let you in on a little secret, since you were the one to inform Doctor Rot all those years ago. The Winter Soldier is actually Sergeant Barnes. Amazing, right? That Doctor Zola was a genius creating the super soldier serum. It's the only thing that saved him that day."

No. That can't be true. It can't.

They knew. They had to have known to play such a cruel prank. I saw James fall from the train. I saw him die that day.

The air felt as if it had been sucked from my lungs as I struggled to take a breath in.

I wanted to say something, anything, but no words would come out. A high pitched squealing echoed in my ears as I openly gaped at Doctor Borisyuk.

Black spots started to dance in the corner of my eyes as I was still unable to take in a breath. Hands starting grabbing onto me as I stumble back, trying to get away. My chest tightens as more and more hands latch onto me. What a cruel little secret to keep from me all these years. Darkness engulfed my vision and for once I was grateful for the empty inky black.

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

[broodybuck]

In Another Timeline... | Series Part 2

Series Summary: The soldier must switch with his variant in another timeline to study the weaknesses of Steve Rogers to ultimately defeat him. But the soldier is unprepared for the relationship his variant has built with Steve and must act unsuspiciously as a committed boyfriend.

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, top Steve, bottom Bucky, multiverse, alternate timelines, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes

[Masterpost] // [ao3 link]

[PART 1]

The morning feels slow and warm. The soldier is still trapped in Steve's arms. It's pleasant though, something the soldier isn't used to thinking.

Eventually, the blond man stirs and begins kissing the back of the soldier's neck. Humans kiss a lot in this timeline, the soldier muses. It must be quite an adjustment.

Steve turns the soldier onto his back and smiles down at him, then claims his lips in a lengthy kiss.

"Up for a run or wanna stay in bed longer?" Steve asks.

The soldier is not sure which is the correct answer. He decides to pick 'run' since the 'staying in bed' option feels too much like a trick.

They get up and the soldier follows the blond man into a walk-in closet where he begins to change into workout clothes. The soldier picks out clothes from the same space Steve does and this is his first mistake.

"Gonna wear my clothes today?" Steve says, with a look of surprise on his face.

The soldier realizes his mistake but he doesn't know how to tell which clothes are his variant's and which clothes are Steve's. So the soldier plays along.

"Yes, I would like to."

Steve smiles like he's happy with that answer. The soldier relaxes slightly and puts on the clothes.

They run many miles. The soldier keeps an exact pace with Steve and neither of them are out of breath when they return to the house. Steve makes breakfast and coffee then. The smell of it makes the soldier drool. Even during his training of feeding himself, he was served very bland foods and nothing as special as coffee.

It's almost like a lost memory slotting back into his brain. Coffee. He does remember it but he can't recall the last time he drank it. He spends a long time holding the warm mug in his hands, inhaling the steam, and taking his first sip very slowly.

Steve notices this train of events and unfortunately, deems it to be atypical for his variant.

"You okay, Buck?"

The soldier nods. "The coffee is good."

"Yeah," Steve agrees, then watches the soldier carefully.

The soldier is not sure how to act differently. If he is copying Steve which is his default in any situation then Steve is also sitting and drinking his coffee. So, the soldier has no context for any further adjustments.

"If you need your space today, that's okay," Steve says carefully as if they've had this conversation before. "Why don't you go journal after breakfast. I'll let you be."

The soldier nods and tries to smile as if he likes the idea. Hydra also taught him to respond more positively than negatively unless the subject is aggravated then stop and apologize.

"Okay," the soldier agrees.

After they eat and finish their coffee, Steve walks with him to the bedroom.

The soldier, selfishly, is thinking about last night when they enter the room. He vividly imagines everywhere Steve touched him, every sensation that ran through his body, and how damn good it all felt.

He would like to do those things again, if he's being honest. But he was never instructed to instigate any acts. So, he doubts he's allowed to ask.

He stops in the middle of the room and realizes once more he doesn't know where the journal Steve speaks of is located. He makes a mental note to catalog every object in the house when Steve is later occupied.

The soldier's hesitancy seems to add to Steve's concern and initial suggestion this morning. So he rushes to the small table on the other side of the bed and opens the drawer. He hands the soldier the journal with a pen and then squeezes both of his shoulders.

"I'll be right downstairs, okay?" Steve says. "If you need me."

The soldier nods and watches Steve walk out of the room and close the door behind him.

The journal, the soldier discovers, is a vast treasure of knowledge. His variant has documented various thoughts as well as a collection of excerpts about Steve. The soldier is elated to easily access such information.

The soldier first learns that Bucky (his variant) is dealing with heavy trauma from losing his arm and this journal is part of his recovery work. He documents various times when Steve has noticed Bucky acting withdrawn or distant. Apparently, Steve can always tell — his variant claims. That must be the reason Steve appeared concerned today. However, the soldier did not try to act this way.

The journal goes on to discuss Steve and their relationship quite frequently. It tells him, over various pages, how Steve is a sucker for Bucky's pouting. The soldier had heard the word before but he's not entirely familiar with it. He'll have to use the internet later and look it up.

The journal also describes how much Bucky enjoys Steve's many skills in the bedroom — so does the soldier, he thinks to himself. He reads on to learn that Steve 'falls apart' when getting blown. The soldier pauses trying to decipher what is being blown up, he'll have to look up if there are any slang definitions of the phrase 'getting blown' that don't involve grenades.

Either way, these are two obvious weaknesses that the soldier needs to file away for later. Once he figures out what it all means.

After a couple of hours, the soldier has read through every page of the journal. It's a huge advance of knowledge. He's now aware of some specific dates and events that his variant noted from his and Steve's relationship. That will be extremely helpful. Also, small things to note such as Bucky enjoys reading while Steve prefers drawing in their spare time.

The soldier has concluded that Steve and his variant have been in a committed relationship for six years now and label themselves as 'boyfriends'. He also learned they have a very active sex life, which the soldier could've guessed from last night, but the confirmation makes a small excitement return to his belly. He wants more of last night.

By mid-afternoon, Steve returns to tell the soldier lunch is ready. The soldier can tell that Steve is still wary of his behavior. This is not good. The soldier's not sure how Steve can sense he's acting off. But with his new arsenal of knowledge, he decides to use something from the journal that he knows is common for them.

"Let's have sex," the soldier states as soon as they're done eating.

Steve pauses and the soldier worries he has messed up the phrasing but then slowly, Steve's mouth stretches into a smile.

"Getting right to the point, are we?"

The soldier nods. "I want more."

Steve chuckles, which sounds positive, so the soldier presents a smile. This is working. And best of all, he may get more sex.

In the bedroom, they're starting very leisurely today. Steve's brushing his hands through the soldier's hair all the while telling him how good he is. The soldier wonders if Steve talks like this all the time or only when he's worried about the variant. Does he always comb his partner's hair back in soft caresses too? It's causing the soldier's head to tingle which is only adding to all the sensation his body is vibrating off of. Oh, because the soldier forgot to mention he's naked and on his stomach again. And Steve's opening him up with his fingers again but he's doing it much more slowly.

Steve turns the soldier onto his back, reinserts his fingers, and then grabs a hold of his cock with his other hand. He begins pumping his cock in time with his fingers and that's when the soldier knows he won't be able to hold off much longer. Somehow, Steve knows too because his movements grow faster and he leans over to say, "Let go, baby. Just let it all go."

The soldier complies with the command and feels his cock pulse against Steve's palm. He covers his chest and stomach in thick white lines. When he opens his eyes, he's embarrassed to admit that he's aroused by the sight. His own release on his skin, Steve's hand still wrapped around his messy, dripping cock.

Steve lets him go and leans over to kiss him. Then he sits back and says, "How about daddy gets a little attention too."

Steve points to his dick when he says it and the soldier's blood rushes at the instruction. He mentally revisits last night, every step, every lick Steve performed on him. He will repeat it.

He crawls over to Steve and lies on his stomach in front of his cock. He takes him in his hand and then places the head on his tongue. Steve growls when he does this. It makes the soldier's skin prickle with a fuzzy sensation that covers him all over.

He keeps going, precisely copying every move he remembers from last night. It seems to draw familiar sounds of pleasure so the soldier believes he's doing something right. Steve grips the back of his neck and surprisingly, the soldier doesn't falter. Steve's thumb starts rubbing circles under his hairline and then he speaks in a low, gravelly voice.

"So good to me, Buck. Ugh god, you're so good. Yeah, doll, just like that. Fuck."

The soldier's head spins from it. The words, the touch, the large cock in his mouth. It isn't bad either. Maybe because he's allowed to determine it all himself. The pace, the suction, the grip. He likes the freedom of the task.

It's not long before he feels the tell-tale sign of Steve's impending climax. He's not fully prepared for the hot substance that shoots into the back of his throat. He swallows because he remembers learning that spitting is considered disrespectful. The video was regarding manners at the dinner table but he hopes it applies here too.

When the rush of release stops and the soldier has swallowed it all, he's not sure if he should remove his mouth. So he lets Steve sit in there for a bit. Until he feels Steve's fingers carding through his hair again.

"Come on, doll. Lemme fuck you now."

The soldier withdraws Steve's cock from his mouth and lets Steve rearrange him on the bed. He's on his back this time and after Steve pushes inside him, he kisses him tenderly all the while he begins fucking him.

And it's all so... incredible, the soldier decides. This is the best thing he's ever been allowed to experience and for the first time, he dreads the idea of returning to his own timeline. Where he has to wear heavy, leather gear and carry seven to fifteen weapons on him at all times. Where he's only needed for missions and not allowed to bathe or feed himself. He's never given any pleasure at all, nothing even close to this.

He can't, for the life of him, imagine there is a timeline where his variant gets this all the time. Whenever he wants. But it must be true because he can't imagine Steve ever denying his boyfriend.

Steve Rogers is good — he's so, so good and giving. God, his cock is sized so nicely. It's a gift. That's what it is, a damn gift, the soldier thinks. He doesn't want to eliminate Steve Rogers in this timeline or any timeline. He just wants this. Forever. He wants this for the rest of his life.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Workout Motivation » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: The new Avenger (the reader) is Bucky’s workout motivation.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys and scratches, unprotected sex, slight Sergeant kink, size kink, praise kink, Bucky’s dog tags, pet names (doll, babydoll, doll face)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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“Y/N, come here please.” Bucky says, putting the weights back on the rack.

You stopped doing your workout and went over to Bucky.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” You say.

“Lay down in front of me.” He says.

You eyes widened.

“You want me to what?” You asked.

“Lay down in front of me.” He repeated.

You did as you were told. You laid down in front of him, looking up at him. Bucky took his shirt off and getting into the push ups position.

“What is it I’m supposed to do besides lay here?” You asked.

“I need something pretty to look at while I do push ups.” He says with a smirk.

Bucky bent your knees and spread your legs apart so he could get in between them. He placed his hands on either side of your head on the floor and began doing push ups. You lost track after five cause that’s when your eyes started to wander all over his body. You were mesmerized by the way his dog tags dangled in your face. Every time his face would get close to yours, your breathing got heavy. You were practically begging for him to stop doing push ups and fuck you right there on the gym floor where anyone can walk in at any given moment.

“You want me, don’t ya, doll?” Bucky says.

“Wh-What?” You stuttered, blinking a couple times.

“You’ve been staring at me for the past couple minutes and your breathing is heavier than normal.” He says.

Bucky stopped doing push ups and leaned down, kissing your lips. You reached your hands up to his damp and sweaty hair, running his fingers through it and turning at it making him groan at the feeling.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He says against your lips.

“Don’t stop.” You say.

Bucky sat back on his knees and took off your gym shorts and panties in one go. He pulled down his gym shorts and boxers just below his ass, revealing his hard cock with precum leaking from the tip. He rubbed his tip between your wet folds, smearing his precum and your wetness. He positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance, looking at your face and waiting for permission, which you gave him. Bucky slowly slid his cock inside of your wet pussy, inch by inch until he was fully inside of you. You jaw dropped when you felt him stretching you open. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve ever had. You swore that you could feel him in your stomach. He gave you a moment to adjust to his size. You nodded your head, letting him know that he can start thrusting. Bucky’s hands wandered your body, stopping at the band of your sports bra. He pulled it up, letting your breast fall out. He was mesmerized by them bouncing every time he thrusted into you. He leaned down, kissing and sucking hard enough to leave hickeys the swells of them, pinching your nipples with his metal fingers. You gasped and arched your back at the new sensation. Your hands traveled to his back, feeling every muscle every time he flexed when he thrusted.

“Faster! Harder!” You moaned.

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He hooked his arms under your knees and began pounding into you. You dug your fingernails in his back making him hiss at the feeling. You bit down on his right shoulder to keep yourself from moaning too loud.

“Fuck, tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever been in.” Bucky moans in your ear.

His thrusts somehow got faster and more brutal and you were all for it. His lower abdomen rubbed against your sensitive clit making moan loudly.

“You make the prettiest noises for me.” He says.

You continue to moan loudly, not caring if anyone heard you guys. Your walls fluttered around his cock making Bucky moan at the feeling. You felt your orgasm approaching faster than normal.

“I’m gonna cum!” You whimpered.

“Cum for me, babydoll. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” He whispers in your ear.

Your orgasm came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You came so hard that you ended up squirting on him. That made it easier for Bucky to thrust in and out of you. He wasn’t to far behind you.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Can I cum inside of you, doll face?” He asks panting.

“Yes please, Sergeant!” You moaned loudly.

Bucky moaned your name loudly as he came inside of you. You moaned at the warm feeling of his cum inside of you. He thrusted a few more times before collapsing on top of you. You two looked into each other’s eyes, panting.

“That was…” You panted, not being able to find your words.

“Yea.” Bucky agrees.

Bucky pulled out of you. He grabbed his shirt and cleaned the two of you up. You guys got dressed again and stood up. You legs wobbled and you lost your balance. Bucky was quick to catch you.

“Thank you for being my motivation, doll.” Bucky says with a smile.

“I’ll be your motivation anytime you want, Sergeant.” You say, pecking his lips.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[themculibrary]

Steve And Natasha (Romanogers) Masterlist 3

part one, part two

A Little Help (ao3) - ifwednesdaywasaflowerchild T, 5k

Summary: In a rare moment of vulnerability, Natasha Romanov can't save herself so Steve Rogers offers a little help....

At First Glance (ao3) - mocking_words T, 9k

Summary: Based on a prompt by marvelousdorito on Tumblr: Romanogers + 'our flats are opposite each other and your kitchen window faces my kitchen so we always see each other making coffee at 3am' AU?

Baked Sweets and Friday Mornings (ao3) - bluebeatrice T, 5k

Summary: Steve and Natasha are strangers who meet weekly at a local bakery.

Bye-Bye Bikinis (ao3) - InNeedOfInspiration G, 5k

Summary: AU. What if Steve was there when Natasha was shot by the Winter Soldier? This is my take.

Fairy Godmother With A Gun (fanfiction.net) - Bombshell1701 T, 11k

Summary: Natasha takes Steve out on a 'practice date' and they end up getting to know each other over lots of vodka! A spin-off from the series SPEED OF LIFE, helps to have read that first. Rated T for mild angst and heavy drinking!

Find You in the Morning Sun (ao3) - EmilianaDarling T, 12k

Summary: Sometimes Natasha can’t think about the stars and stripes of Steve’s costume without seeing red and yellow dance behind her eyelids.

Steve is having trouble adjusting to life in his brave new world. Natasha helps him as best she can.

Glad You Came (ao3) - florahart steve/natasha M, 6k

Summary: Steve doesn't know why people keep setting him up with girls that aren't his type--what he needs is nothing that anyone seems to get. Fortunately, Natasha shows up, and it turns out she needs him, too.

Individuation (ao3) - cartographies M, 11k

Summary: After, Natasha goes to the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian for the first time.

I Only Pretend To Know Everything (ao3) - copperbadge M, 1k

Summary: Steve and Natasha find a little comfort in each other (and in Sam Wilson's guest bedroom).

i want that red velvet (i want that sugar sweet) (ao3) - chalantness E, 5k

Summary: "I'm here for your birthday, of course."

Let's Get Physical (ao3) - mylifeisloki E, 4k

Summary: When Steve's personal trainer is called away in an emergency, Natasha fills in and makes sure he gets the best workout of his life.

Meet Cute (ao3) - RovakPotter82 E, 4k

Summary: Detective Steve Rogers meets renowned Broadway actress and dancer, Natasha Romanoff at his grocery store in Brooklyn and a wild suggestion leads to a relationship.

Moving The Furniture (ao3) - copperbadge M, 6k

Summary: Steve thinks about sex a lot, and he'd like to have some, if he could just stop being an idiot around the people he'd like to have it with.

Phantom Pain (ao3) - Jt_33 T, 7k

Summary: When Natasha Romanov first woke up in the hospital she knew that something was wrong, she just never thought things would be this bad.

The Glass Parade (ao3) - enigma731 G, 6k

Summary: Steve thinks that he’s seen Natasha be at least three different people in the short time he’s known her, and he isn’t sure which one is real.

In which the most confusing part of the future is how much Steve has in common with Natasha, and the fact that she seems dead-set on being his friend.

Undercover Newlyweds (ao3) - MaeveBran E, 7k

Summary: A month after defrosting a bored Steve Rogers gets a assignmmnet - to go undercover as newlyweds with Natasha Romanov and retrieve a Hydra Scientist.

what a smile means (ao3) - victoria_p (musesfool) M, 4k

Summary: Natasha knows a lot of things Steve doesn't.

Win-Win (ao3) - argle_fraster E, 1k

Summary: Natasha and Steve spar, in more ways than one.

[iasmelaion]

wip whenever

tagged by @firstelevens

My current emotional support WIP, which is basically just vibes so far:

“How do people function here?” asked Bucky, from his position flopped on the deck of the Paul & Darlene. “This is too hot, Sam. It’s literally too hot to function.” Sam grinned down at him. “Told you wearing all black and skinny jeans was a bad call, man.” As far as Sam was aware, Bucky’s entire wardrobe consisted of tight pants and jeans, t-shirts, and various layers of henleys, sweaters, hoodies, and jackets to go on top of those t-shirts, plus some more loose workout gear and armored tactical gear. Sometimes he wore brighter colors, but he mostly seemed to wear neutral or muted tones. Civilian urban camouflage, basically. He’d blend in most anywhere, but as he was quickly finding out, his fashion choices weren’t necessarily compatible with Delacroix’s heat. Meanwhile Sam was perfectly comfortable in shorts and a polo shirt, thank you very much, and he looked fine as hell to boot. Nothing like a nice, tight polo shirt to show off these guns. As for who he was showing off for, that wasn’t relevant. “It wasn’t this hot here last summer! Or this humid!” Sam was not going to make a Winter Soldier joke. He wasn’t. It was so easy that it was beneath him. “We only managed to visit, like, two times last summer we were so busy with training and missions and you lurking around press conferences glaring at reporters—” “Yeah, that’s called being your backup, Sam,” interrupted Bucky, glowering up at him. “—and you got lucky with the weather then,” Sam told Bucky. “Now it’s actually summer. And hey, New York is like an armpit in the summer, you can’t tell me you’re not used to a bit of humidity. Plus you lived in Wakanda!” “This is a whole ‘nother level of heat and humidity,” complained Bucky, and then he scowled. Or maybe pouted was the more accurate word: Bucky’s scowl could be a formidable thing, but this was a more petulant expression that made him look a lot like a cute, angry cat. Sam sighed down at him, and offered him a hand up. “C’mon, get up. Fish aren’t going to catch themselves.” “It’s too hot, the fish will just boil,” said Bucky, unmoving. “The whole Gulf will turn into, what do you call it, a crawfish boil?” “Global warming isn’t quite that bad yet,” said Sam with a snort. “C’mon, if you get up, you can at least catch some of the breeze off the water. Or you can throw yourself into the ocean to cool down.” “With the gators? Absolutely not.”

The Scrivener filename for this is "slutty shorts", so I'm sure you can guess what punchline I'm working up to here, lol. Unfortunately, because of who I am as a person, I'm incapable of letting this just be about slutty shorts and these two thirsting after each other, so I'm attempting to build a whole arc around Sam actively going after his happiness and learning to be a bit healthily selfish. Genuinely not sure if this meshes with the slutty shorts of it all! Guess I'll write my way through it and see what comes of it.

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