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James Buchanan âBuckyâ Barnes, The Winter Soldier
Steve Rogers, Captain America
Steve Rogers, Captain America & Bucky Barnes, The Winter Soldier (Stucky)
Loki, God of Mischief
Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow
Billy Russo, Frank Castle, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Brian Falsworth
Other Sebastian Stan Characters
âKinktober 2020 Masterlist ~  Kinktober 2021 Masterlist
Warnings: Smut, Sex Pollen, Non/DubCon (because sex pollen), enemies to lovers.
Summary: When an exposure to a strange powder makes you feel as if you're burning to death, your only relief is in the person you hate the most.
A/N: Special thanks to my beta reader @whisperlullaby
We're Gonna Burn Masterlist
âWhat the hell was that, Barnes?â You practically yell as you push open the front door of the safe house youâd been directed to.Â
âI donât know! Iâve never seen anything like it. God, the smell!â He shakes his head.
âItâs burned into my nostrils. All I can smell is that sweet flower smell. Youâve never seen that pink powder?â You throw your things to the floor, looking around the small, remote house.Â
âNo, Iâd tell you if I did, damnit! Why do you keep asking?â Bucky growls.Â
âYouâre not the most forthcoming person! Shit, I think youâve spoken more in the last two minutes than in the three months Iâve known you! Jesus, fuck, Iâve gotta get rid of this smell. Iâm so fucking hot,â your voice gets smaller as you speak. You canât think straight but head towards the bathroom, unzipping your tac suit and pulling it from your arms as you go. You slam the door and lock it. You turn the cold water on full blast and nearly fall over in your haste to get your suit off. The frigid spray helps for a few moments and you revel in it, but soon another type of heat begins to take over. Your clit throbs and when you place your hand between your legs, your wetness coats your fingers. The shower stops bringing relief and instead, the water coursing down your body seems to only make you hornier. You give in to the need that takes hold and circle your clit. It feels amazing and it takes only a couple of minutes for your orgasm to break over you. You bite your lip to hold in the moans, not wanting the asshat on the other side of the door to hear you.Â
Your body has a moment of relief but then the heat builds again, even quicker this time. You dip your fingers inside of you in a desperate attempt to stop it. The second orgasm you managed to pull did little to help your body and your fingers keep working furiously to bring another in hope of relief. Your moans are spilling from your lips without a care now. You just need to get this to stop. Youâre disturbed when the door rattles and a fist bangs loudly.Â
âOpen the door! I need to get in there,â Bucky bellows.Â
You wanted to scream at him to go away but you could barely form words. You hated the stupid supersoldier from the moment you met him. He questioned your every turn. Whether it was about your skill, experience, or motives. He never lets you get through a single conversation without making you feel like a lesser part of the team.Â
âGoddamnit, let me in!â He yells more loudly.Â
Nothing your hand was doing was helping any longer. You couldnât think straight and, before you can make a move or form a thought, the door splinters open from a kick. A very naked Bucky comes through the door and your eyes widen as you see his cock standing at attention. He steps into the spray of the cold shower and growls. His hand works his cock furiously while his other rests on the tiles. His head falls forward as he lets the cold water fall down his back. You stand behind him, your hand still between your legs.Â
âFuck, whatâs happening to us?â you whimper as you lean your feverish forehead onto his back. The cool water does nothing to help but where your skin touches his tingles with relief. Abandoning all pride, you press your entire body to his and the fever seems to cool wherever you touch but your clit throbs even harder. Your cunt weeps, begging for attention.You rub yourself against him, your nipples pebbling at the contact with his back.Â
With a growl, Bucky turns around and you quickly back up to press your back against the wall of the shower. He stares at you, breathing hard.Â
âIâm sorry,â you mumble in your haze, âI donât know whatâs happening. Iâm so hot and-âÂ
You gasp as Bucky bends down, grabs your legs, and drags you up the tiles. You squeal and reach for any handhold as he puts your legs over his shoulders and attacks your clit with his tongue.Â
âOh, fuck!â You scream as one hand lands on the ceiling to help you balance and the other buries in his hair. His tongue swirls over your clit expertly. His hands squeeze your ass as he gorges himself on you. It doesnât take long for you to buck your hips as you come all over his face. As he sets you down, you squeeze your thighs together but your body simply screams that it wants more. You stare at each other, breathing heavily. âItâs not working. Nothing helps,â you whimper, tears forming. Itâs obvious by watching him that this is affecting him almost as much as you. His supersoldier serum must be helping him but he was burning just the same.Â
Bucky sighs as he steps closer to you. He presses his forehead to yours with his eyes closed and whispers, âI think thereâs only one thing thatâs going to help.â
You put your arms around his neck, âJust do it!â You wrap a leg around his to encourage him and he lifts you up. He presses your back into the wall as he lines himself up with your entrance. He paused there for a second as if he was fighting himself. âPlease, Barnes, please! I need it!â You canât believe youâre begging the man you hate to fuck you but your body was demanding it and if he didnât you were sure you would burn to death. If you had been thinking straight, you would probably prefer to burn but, at this moment, you wanted nothing more than to be filled.Â
âGoddamnit,â he whispers as he presses in. Your body bows with pleasure.Â
âYes! Yes!â Your voice reverberates off the tile walls as you shout with relief. He begins to pump and your body trembles with each motion of his cock. He grabs your ass as he pounds into you and you know heâs as lost in the meeting of your bodies as you are. Your cunt flutters around him, pulling him in, begging for him to come inside of you. Your rational mind has gone completely silent and you are filled with only carnal lust. Every motion of his hips takes you higher and itâs all you want. âDonât stop,â you grip his shoulders harder.Â
âFuck,â Bucky grunts. He couldnât stop if he wanted to and, truth was, this was the best thing heâd felt in a long time.
âOh, God, oh, God, Iâm- yes!â You release a long, high-pitched moan as you come. Your pussy grips his cock as his hips stutter. He comes with a long moan that makes you clench around him more firmly. You stay there for a few moments, catching your breath, and blessedly your body finally starts to cool. You release your legs from around his waist and he gently sets you down. You canât look at him and instead maneuver yourself back under the cold spray. You rinse off quickly and step out of the shower. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you exit the bathroom to find your pack and some clothes. While you rifle through your pack, you feel your temperature creeping up again and then you double over from the intense wave that rolls over you. âNo, no, not again,â you whisper to yourself. You look over to the broken bathroom door where Bucky still is and consider your options. Sex had given you the relief you needed but it was short lived. Your mind runs amuck with questions. What the hell was that powder? What was it doing to you? How long would this last? How many times would it take to stop this heat from trying to burn you alive? Was sex really the only relief you would find? Another pang hit and knocked the breath from your body. You were gasping in pain when an arm picked you up around your middle.Â
He was still wet from the shower and hadnât bothered to dry off. The pains had hit him and he went to the only place he knew he could find relief. He carried you to the small bed in the house and set you down on your hands and knees. He grips your hips tightly and pauses for a moment as another rush of heat spreads over him, âI need-â
âJust do it,â your words come out in a rush, pressing back into him.Â
He enters you without preamble. Pulling you back to meet each motion of his hips, his moans give evidence of the pleasure and relief that the connection brings. You reach under you to play with your clit, trying to bring your orgasm on more quickly. Each of Buckyâs swift thrusts has you crying out with pleasure and he moves your hand away to bring you to orgasm himself. He wanted to feel you clench around him as you had before.Â
âOh, fuck, just like that,â you whine, âJust like that, donât- donât stop, oh, fuck.â
Bucky moans as he feels your cunt flutter around his cock with your orgasm. The sounds you release are a hit straight to his cock and he comes hard, thrusting with each spurt into you. Breathing heavily, you both collapse on the bed. You lay on your side facing away from him while taking stock of your body. The relief you felt with your orgasm was short lived as heat began to build again after only a few minutes.Â
You feel like crying as your body radiates waves of heat. You turn over to face Bucky. He is lying on his back, his metal arm slung over his eyes, and his right hand fisting his hard cock. You make your decision quickly. Pulling his hand away, you straddle him and guide his cock inside of you. You move your hips slowly, hoping that perhaps if you stretched out the sex, it would keep the pain at bay longer. His hands grip your thighs as you rock slowly, his head is thrown back with eyes tightly closed. You looked at him for a moment and still couldn't believe that of all the teammates this could happen with, it had to be this asshole. When you first met him, you thought he was hot as fuck but as his personality (or lack there of) reared itâs ugly head you found him less and less attractive. Your anger at the situation grew as you rode him and you found yourself leaning forward, chasing your orgasm to just get this over with.Â
âOh, fuck,â Bucky bucks up into you, causing you to cry out. He repeats the motion over and over again until your body spasms around him. He comes with a grunt as he watches your face contort with pleasure. You collapse on his chest without looking at him. You wondered if keeping your bodies connected would keep the heat from returning.Â
âAre you okay?â Bucky asks softly.Â
You sigh weakly as you felt the now familiar warmth beginning to spread, âI was hopingâŠâ You let out a frustrated grunt, âI was hoping if we stayed touching it would be enough. But itâs starting again.â
âYeah, me, too,â Bucky acknowledges his own heat building. âItâs gonna be okay.â
âYou donât know that. You canât know that,â you grouse.
âI think⊠I think this might be a pheromone or something Hydra created to force procreation. I heard of the experiments but they abandoned it when it didnât produce the results they wanted.â
âWhich was?â You ask as your hips make slow circles. You can feel his cock quickly hardening inside of you.Â
âNaturally born supersoldiers,â Bucky strains out the words.Â
âSo, weâre gonna have sex until we die or what?â
âUsually wore off in a few hours but until thenâŠâ he trails off as he gots lost in the sensations.Â
âFuck,â you groan, partially out of frustration, partially from the pleasure his thick cock was producing.Â
âBasically,â Bucky says and you surprise yourself by laughing at the droll comment. You are even more surprised a second later when Bucky rolls you under him. He buries his face in your neck as he pulls your leg up higher and thrusts. You throw your head back as the pleasure begins to build again.Â
âHarder,â you whimper.Â
Bucky complies immediately and you whimper with each stroke. Grabbing onto him, you get lost in the feeling of his cock pounding into you sharply. You were glad that he at least was decent at this. Or was it that whatever the damn contaminant was made everything feel amazing? You were getting close with the steady way he fucked you and words started to pour out of your mouth. You were usually quite vocal in bed but hadnât wanted to give Bucky the satisfaction. Now, you couldnât stop yourself.Â
âOh, god, itâs so good. Donât stop, right there. Itâs so fucking good. Oh, fuck, fuck, Iâm gonna- fuck!â You let out a loud moan as you come hard and Buckyâs hips work even faster as he nears his own end. When he comes on a broken cry, your body revels in the feeling of him emptying himself in you.
The rational side of your brain sounded far away but was still screaming at the situation. In a moment of it managing to take hold, you push Bucky off of you and roll away from him. Breathing heavily, you pray that this is over. Surely, this was enough to satisfy anything. You will yourself to stay cool, to not allow the heat to return, to hold onto any shred of sanity you can find, but despite it all, the heat built again. You felt like screaming but you knew that nothing you did would help. You turn back to Bucky and say frustratedly, âReady for another round?â You canât meet his eyes but you knew neither of you could handle the pain and heat. You needed each other.Â
Bucky turns to you, âHey.â He waits, wanting you to look him in the eyes but you just stare at his chest. âHey.â
âWhat?â You say waspishly, still refusing to meet his gaze.
âNever mind,â he says as he grabs you and pulls your back against his chest. His cock nudges you from behind and you maneuver your hips to allow him entry. His thrusts are quick and sharp but his fingers on your clit are pure magic. Heâs learned your body quickly but instead of leading you straight to orgasm this time, he works you to the precipice and then backs off repeatedly. You understood what he was trying to do. He was trying to prolong the sex in hopes of not having to come inside you any more than he already had but it was as if your body only got angrier with each denial.Â
âItâs not working! Just let me come!â You finally cry out, your frustration having reached its breaking point.
âSay it,â Bucky growls.
You wrack your muddled brain trying to grasp what he wants and latch on to the only word you can find, âPlease!â
âNo, say my name.â
You would normally reel angrily at a command from him but the effects this powder had on you makes you compliant from need. You stutter as your tongue tries to cooperate, âB- Barnes.â
âNo,â he says darkly, âSay it.â
âBucky,â you grind the word out through your teeth. You had never once called him that. It had always been some variant of his last name. You felt even more vulnerable now.
Bucky doesnât utter a word but he moves his hips faster and his fingers do their job. When you finally come, your whole body spasms and you scream. The sound was foreign to your ears but the orgasm just kept going. You fluttered around Buckyâs cock, milking him of cum. You stay in that position for the next two rounds of sex. Then you got on top again to give Bucky a break but this time you faced away from him. You couldnât look at him. When you had rode him to two orgasms and yourself to utter exhaustion, he turned you on your stomach to fuck you again. You lost count of the number of times you had sex. More orgasms than youâd ever had in your life were accomplished and you didnât have any clue how many times he came. You fucked until you both passed out.Â
Waking up fourteen hours later, you felt as if you had the worst hangover youâd ever experienced. You glance at the spot Bucky had been in but he was gone. On the table by the bed was a couple of bottles of water, a protein bar, and a bottle of pain reliever. You raised your eyebrow at the items but just shrugged as you tore into all of them. You notice your pack is by the bed and you get up to put clothes on. The first thing you notice is the soreness between your legs but really your whole body hurts. You listen for a moment but donât hear anything in the house. Peeking out the door, you see the empty living room and slip into the bathroom. You shower quickly, trying not to remember what happened in the small space just yesterday.Â
You jump when a knock sounds while you are dressing. You call out, âYes?â
âExfil will be here in five minutes,â Bucky says through the broken door.Â
âIâll be right out,â you say. Your stomach is in knots. You canât imagine facing him after everything. Would he act like nothing happened or gloat like the asshole he is? You wonder if you will ever be able to look him in the face again. You look at yourself, surprised that you still look the same as you did yesterday because you know youâll never be the same again. But you didnât have time to dwell on that. Now, you had a jet to catch.
Part 2
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Pairing: Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2756
Warnings: Angst, smut, Only one bed
Summary: You had run away from all of your problems and found solitude in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. When a storm blows in, it drags a man with a metal arm through your door. You offer shelter to the handsome stranger.
A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.
Though I Have Never Read It Masterlist
You stoked the fire in your tiny cabin, well off the beaten path, in a sparsely populated corner of Estonia, you lived off the grid. Your home consisted of a fireplace, a tiny bathroom that used rainwater, a small bed, comfy chair, a table for two (though it was rarely used), and a shelf of canned and jarred food. You had chosen a solitary life after yours had turned to absolute shit. Escape had seemed to be your only option, and here you kept to yourself.Â
Glancing at the wood piled in one corner, you knew with this weather coming in, it would be best to bring in more logs to keep dry. Bundling up, you head out with a lantern and gather as many as you can carry. Back and forth you went in the frigid snow that had begun to fall. Kicking the door closed after your last load, you promised yourself a special treat from your stash.
You peel the layers off and head to lock the door before treating yourself. Just before you reach it, the door is kicked open and in stalks a tall man all in black. You back away quickly as he closes the door and locks it before recognizing your presence.Â
âWhere am I?â He demands in Russian, removing his eye protection revealing incredibly blue eyes.Â
âEesti,â you say in Estonian.
He nods and moves to crouch in front of the fire. You watch him warily. Where the hell did he come from? Why is he here? Who sent him? Had they found you? You couldnât stand the silence and ask, still in Estonian, âWhat do you want?â
He turns his head to you slowly, studies you carefully, and surprisingly speaks in English, âShelter.â
You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart and attempt to come up with a plan. âAre you going to hurt me?â
He removes the mask from the lower half of his face, revealing a razor sharp jawline, but stays silent.
âDid you come here on purpose?â
âNo.â
âAre you here for me?â
âNo.â
âDo you want something from me?â
âNo.â
âThen why are you here?â
He looks at the floor and sighs heavily, âShelter.â
âShelter. Thatâs it?âÂ
âYes.â
âAre you lost?â
âYes.â
âIs someone after you?â
âYes.â
âAre you hiding?â
âYes.â
âThereâs a blizzard coming in.â
âYes.â
âYou could be stuck here for days.â
He looks at you, surprisingly he seems unperturbed, just resigned. You take another breath and decide that compliance is probably your best bet here. You try a different tactic, âWhatâs your name?âÂ
When he doesnât speak, you give him yours and explain, âIâve lived here for a few months.â When he still doesnât engage, you continue, âI was going to make myself some dinner. I should have enough for you, too. I just need to get this pot.âÂ
With slow movements, you pick up the pot from the hearth and put it on the hook, pushing it close to the fire. You continued slowly while he watched your every move. Grabbing a jar of soup from the shelf, you struggle to open it and when you still hadnât managed it by the time you made it back to him, he held out his hand. You look at him in surprise. His eyes seem to soften, as if trying to convey his harmless intentions. You hold the jar out to him gingerly and he pops it open with little effort. Your fingers brush his gloved ones as he hands it back, making you shiver at the damp material. You pour the soup into the pot and push it over the fire to warm. Turning back, you study the manâs clothing and realize theyâre wet from the snow. Grabbing towels and an extra blanket, you bring them to him.Â
âYou need to get out of the wet clothes,â you say gently.Â
âIâm fine,â he says quietly. He hadnât moved from the spot by the fire and was beginning to shiver despite being so close to the source of heat.Â
You decide not to push. You knew you should still be frightened at what he might do but he seemed less like a scary intruder and more like a lost little boy. You set out two bowls, spoons, and cups. Deciding it wouldnât hurt, you pull a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and pour him a stiff drink. When the soup was ready, you served and gently said, âCome to the table. You need to eat.â
He moved, watching you with each step. You sat across from him and motioned to the whiskey, âThisâll help warm you up.â
You ate, staring at your bowl with an occasional glance up at him. Working up your bravery, you try to get him to talk again. âIf weâre going to be stuck in here together, itâd be nice to have something to call you.â
He glances away as if searching for something before saying quietly, âSoldat.â
âYouâre a soldier? Well, even soldierâs have names,â you try again.Â
You jump when he thumps his fist on the table, âI donât.â
âOkay, okay. Soldat.â You hold up a hand placatingly, but you just couldnât stop yourself from pushing one more time. âYou donât remember ever being called something else?â
He looked out into the darkness that had fallen outside, seeming to search for something, anything to grab on to. He shook his head as if warding off bad thoughts but then he whispers,âJa- James?â
âJames,â you smile. âOkay, James. Is the soup okay?â
He nods but the expression on his face betrays confusion. You finished the rest of the meal quietly, not wanting to overwhelm him. As you cleared dishes away, he sat still shivering. You told yourself to leave it alone but you also sucked at listening to yourself. You dragged your small bed closer to the fire and pulled back the covers.Â
âJames,â you say gently. Your heart beats faster as his intense blue gaze meets yours. âYou have to get out of those wet clothes. Youâre never going to get warm if you donât. Here, take this towel, dry off your skin, and get in the bed. Iâll wait in the bathroom. Just let me know when youâre done.â
âI-â he halts whatever was about to exit his mouth and instead gives a curt nod.Â
You use the bathroom, brush your teeth, and wait. When you hear a halting âokayâ from the other room, you emerge. Picking the clothes up from where he had laid them over a chair, you spread them over the rods next to the fireplace to dry more efficiently. Without a second thought, you walked over to him and added another layer of blankets. He watched you, eyes following each movement.Â
âIs there anything I can do for you?â you ask.Â
âNo.â
âOkay,â you settled into your armchair, the only real luxury you gave yourself, and picked up your book. As you turned to your bookmarked page, he spoke.Â
âAloud?â
âYou want me to read out loud? Uh, sure,â you looked down at the well-worn copy, and turning back to the first page began reading, âThis is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.â You smiled as you glanced up to see his confused expression. âThatâs the first line of the book. The Princess Bride by William Goldman.â You continue to read through Buttercup and Westleyâs romance while occasionally looking to see Jamesâ reaction. Most of the time there was none but occasionally a corner of his mouth would tip up or down as you went on. When he seemed to be drifting off and your eyes had begun to droop, you put the book to the side, threw another log on the fire, and turned out the oil lamp. Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you settle in to sleep in your chair.Â
âNo.â
Your head snaps up at the word and you turn to see James trying to get out of the bed. It was obvious he was in some pain and as he sat up you could see the bruises criss crossing his torso, then the mass of scars on his left shoulder that led to a metal arm. Your mouth fell open for a second before you realized what he was trying to say. You jump up to stop him.
âHey. Itâs fine. You need the bed more than I do.â
âNo,â he insists.Â
âJames! Stop,â you put your hand on his right shoulder to keep him in place but pull back when he gasps. âDid I hurt you?â
âNo,â he looks up with such pleading in his eyes it nearly breaks your heart. âPlease.â
Gingerly, you reach out to him again and itâs as if his whole body relaxes at your touch. You sit on the side of the bed and stroke the long locks away from his forehead, allowing you a full view of his face. He was incredibly handsome. His eyes slipped closed as you continued to gently run your hands through his hair. When his breathing became even and you thought he had fallen asleep, you pulled your hands away.Â
He started awake and stared up at you with wide eyes, âStay.â
After a momentary hesitation, you slide into the bed and pull the covers over both of you. Much later, after he had been out for a while, you fell asleep with a hand still tangled in his hair.Â
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The warmth of the sun shining down on you was glorious. You looked over at James chopping wood shirtless and smiled at him. When he grinned back your thighs clenched. He was outright the most gorgeous man youâd ever seen. He chopped one last log and then laid the ax down. He made his way to you and, rather than shy away, you grinned as he wrapped his arms around you. Your breathing picked up feeling him pressed against you, his cock already hard and rubbing against your middle. James moans causing you toâŠ
âŠwake up. You realize that your dream was mirroring what was happening in your bed. James' arms were wrapped tightly around you and his hips flexed in rhythm. His moans were making your panties flood as you debate what to do. He shifts and his hard cock rubs directly against your mound eliciting a gasp from you. He stops, his eyes flying open and staring into yours. It was the fear in them that broke you. He looked terrified. You werenât sure if it was because he didnât know where he was or at what he had been doing but the only thought in your head was to soothe him. Tightening your arms around him, you arch to bring your bodies together and run a hand through his hair.Â
His tension melted away. Staring into each other, time seemed to slow down. Your breathing matched and your body seemed to tingle where it touched him. And then, he moved so quickly it made your eyes fly wide open as his mouth took yours. You were keenly aware of his nakedness in contrast to your clothed body when he rolled on top of you and his hips flexed. After a moment, his lips trailed down your neck and a desperate whisper slipped past his lips, a single word, âPlease.â
You knew exactly what heâs asking and it scared you and thrilled you at the same time. The thoughts that went through your head were telling you how stupid this whole thing was and, alternatively, to throw caution to the wind for once in your life. He put a hand under your shirt, just enough to feel your bare skin and whispered please again. That solitary word made any resistance, any reason, any thought of stopping him disappear. Instead, you reach for your waistband and push it down as far as you can. His hands take over and get them below your knees.Â
You expect him to go fast, to take you in the same rushed way he had kissed you, but he doesnât. Heâs gentle and slow. He slides a hand between your legs and lets out a moan as his fingers explore. You hold on to him tighter and open your legs. When he guides the head of his cock to your entrance, he kisses you again while he slowly presses in. He swallows the whimpers you release as he buries himself inside of you. When heâs fully seated, he pulls back to look you in the eyes as he begins to softly thrust. You let out little gasps and moans as the pleasure builds.Â
âSo good,â Jamesâ voice is strained as he grinds right against your clit, determined to make you come before he loses himself. Every thrust is taking you closer and when you can feel the spasms beginning, you pull his face back to your neck. He wastes no time, sucking that soft spot just below your ear. You let out a moan thatâs foreign to your ears as your orgasm rips through you. You clench down and Jamesâ strokes come a little faster until he grunts at his own release. You lay together until your breathing becomes normal again.Â
James rolls to one side to study you before he asks, âAre you okay?â
âYeah, of course,â you smile at him before awkwardly reaching down to pull your bottoms back up. When you succeed, you slip out of the bed to hand him his clothes. âIâll, um, Iâll let you get dressed.â
He nods and watches as you scurry to the tiny bathroom. You stare at yourself in the mirror, surprised that you still look exactly the same except the small mark on your neck. You use the bathroom and wash up. Determined to act normally, you decide to make breakfast and walk back into the main cabin. Glancing out the window, you see the snow that had fallen wasnât as deep as you had worried. Looking over, James is dressed but he stands over the bed, staring at it. He glances up at you and then back at the bed. You see the small bloodstain on the sheets and hurry to snatch the covers over it. With knots in your stomach, you go to stoke the fire.Â
James watches you, âYou-â He cuts himself off and when you finally look at him, his eyes are trained on the window.Â
âWhat is it?â you ask, watching his face fill with fear. When you finally hear the sounds of vehicles approaching, âJames?â
He stares at you before jumping into action, âGet in the bathroom. No matter what happens, do not come out.â
He hadnât spoken that many words since he showed up the night before and it scared him, âJames, whatâs happening?â
âTheyâre coming for me. Go!â He ushers you into the room but before closing the door, he looks at you with sadness and whispers, âThank you. Stay here. Stay, no matter what.â
It was the tensest ten minutes of your life. You heard the cabin door open and slam shut, some muffled shouting from outside, and then silence. You were just about to peek out when you heard the door again. The sound of furniture being thrown and glass shattering has your heart racing, then the quiet invaded again. A fire crackling was all you could hear and as smoke began to seep under the door, your worst nightmare was confirmed. You try the door and itâs obvious that it had been blocked off. You panic for just a moment before wetting a cloth and covering your face as a makeshift filter. Looking around, you realize the only way out is the door. Using a piece of loose wood from the wall, you manage to get it through the sliver you open in the door. Using it as a wedge, you manage to get the door open wide enough to slip through. Your oil lanterns are shattered and the fire was nearly across the entire room. You grab a blanket near you and manage to climb out of the kitchen window. Looking around, it seems that James is gone along with whoever came after him. You run to your old but serviceable truck.Â
Turning back for one last glance, your cabin is already engulfed in flames. Your escape was gone. It must be true, you can't run from your problems. Time to return to New York and see if you can pick up the pieces.Â
Part Two
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James Buchanan âBuckyâ Barnes, The Winter Soldier
Steve Rogers, Captain America
Steve Rogers, Captain America & Bucky Barnes, The Winter Soldier (Stucky)
Loki, God of Mischief
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Steve sat against his headboard while you straddled his lap. Both fully naked and him seated deep inside of you. He didnât need to hold you down, you knew better than to move without his permission. Your hands rest on his sides as you stare into each otherâs eyes. Steve reaches up and pushes your hair back over your shoulder before caressing your neck.Â
A/N: This is for the HBCâs @the-ss-horniest-book-clubâ Drunk Drabbles / Divider by @firefly-graphicsâ
You wake with a start. The clock reads 3am. Unsure of what woke you, you listen for a few minutes but hear no unusual sounds. Your stomach is knotted. On a whim, you get out of bed and stand in the hallway listening again. Itâs then that you hear a faint grunt and the whispered word âno.â You move towards Buckyâs room, realizing he must be having a nightmare, and open the door to silently slip inside.Â
âBucky.â You whisper while moving closer to his bed. âBucky, wake up.â Touching him is a crapshoot and you weigh your options. You say his name louder but when Bucky only continues to grunt and jerk, you put a hand on his shoulder. His eyes fly open feeling the touch and he stares at you wide-eyed and chest heaving. âHey. Itâs me. Youâre okay. You were having a nightmare.â
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The Coupon Book: A 12 Part Smut Series
One of your and Buckyâs Christmas traditions was to not exchange gifts until bedtime on Christmas Day. Tonight, you were both like little kids as you sat on the bed together taking turns opening gifts. You always got each other something a little playful. He had gotten you a gorgeous set of lingerie. You were giggling as you handed him his and he eyed the small package curiously. As he pulled the paper off your hand-made gift, he read the cover and grinned widely. In bold letters across the front of the booklet were the words âSex Coupons for Sergeant Bucky Barnes to be redeemed anytime, anywhere.â Buckyâs eyes flick to yours with a heated look before they return to the booklet and begin flipping through the dozen coupons. You could see the wheels turning in his head as he went through each one and when he finally looks up with a smirk he says, âThereâs 12. Does that mean I get to use one a month?â
âYou can use them whenever and however you want.â You smile.Â
âThis might be my favorite Christmas gift ever.â Bucky grins devilishly.Â
âPerv,â you giggle.Â
âYup, but for now Christmas sex.â Bucky grabs your legs and pulls you under him, the coupon book forgotten. For now.Â
Sex Coupons for Sergeant Bucky Barnes to be redeemed anytime, anywhere.
Steve sat against his headboard while you straddled his lap. Both fully naked and him seated deep inside of you. He didnât need to hold you down, you knew better than to move without his permission. Your hands rest on his sides as you stare into each otherâs eyes. Steve reaches up and pushes your hair back over your shoulder before caressing your neck.Â
Summary: Your life is torn apart after undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to civilian life. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild your life.
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âCharlie, the carâs packed. Are you ready?â You called. Your first vacation in two years ahead. A rock climbing trip to Arizona.Â
âAlmost. Come here.â Charlie called from the apartment kitchen.Â
âWhatâs up?â You smile as you walk into the kitchen and see Charlie holding out a small medicine cup. âWhat am I taking today?â You smile at your husband who is currently on a vitamin kick.Â
âMagnesium, fish oil, vitamin d, and a multi.â He smiles as he picks up his own cup and clinks it together with yours.Â
You both take the vitamins and then you lean in for a quick kiss. âOkay, good lookinâ, vacation time.âÂ
You turn to head for the door but Charlieâs voice brings you back around, âWhatâs happening?â he says in a panicked voice, â(Y/N)!â You turn to see his body being covered by rocks.Â
âCharlie!â You reach out for him.Â
âDonât touch me!â He yells, but then you feel something strange yourself. Looking down you see the rocks beginning to cover you, too.Â
âCharlie!â You yell again.Â
âI love you!â He says just before the rocks cover him completely.Â
âI love you!â You cry and then are overtaken.Â
