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kinktober masterlist 2024

-> howdy everyone! it is now less than two weeks till October! which means kinktober season! I have 16 very kinky smuts lined up for you all! -> please remember to read the warnings as im not taking responsibility for you actions

⚠︎ disclaimer; this is 18+, so mdni.. I will be keeping an aye out on everything but again I dont care if you read this and you are underage you are the only one responsible for reading shit you aren't supposed too.

FAQ

-> how do I know if the fic is for me? I will include a symbol next to the name of the fic if its wxw, wxm or gn!!

-> will you include the warnings on the masterlist? ofc! all fics on this masterlist will include the summary + all of the warnings

main masterlist || kinktober masterlist

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1.10 Angel and the ghost - stu macher !wxm!

-> short summary; yn goes to a party with her sister and friends, when she asks where the bathroom is only to be faced with a ma in a ghost face costume. confused she follows his demands only to find out that it isn't the person she thought it was.

3.10 don't tell my sister, please - billy Loomis !wxm!

-> short summary; Billy enters a dark room and notices Yn lying in her bed, captivated by her soft moans. He stays, mesmerized by the intimate moment between them.

5.10 goodbye video store, hello collage - randy Meeks !wxm!

-> short summary; yn is excited for college but nervous about moving away from family. Despite this, they are encouraged by their boss to make new friends and find love. As they work in the store, their coworker Randy helps them sort through old movies. They recall a pact they made in high school, promising to lose their virginity by the summer before college. As they wait, they feel a strong connection, akin to a tingling sensation between their bodies.

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7.10 making magic in the kitchen - wanda maxamoff !wxw!

-> short summary; Wanda and yn questioned their lack of basic food supplies in the kitchen. Despite her retaliation, she retreated, knocking yn onto the sofa. Despite their apprehension, they remained close, kissing each other. Wanda revealed her love for her, and they both melted away, revealing their true feelings for each other.

9.10 fight me, bitch - natasha ramonoff !wxw!

-> short summary;Y/n I/n, a successful businesswoman in New York, meets with Happy, representing Stark Industries. Pepper Potts, Tony Stark's personal assistant, introduces her to Tony. Despite Tony's lack of manners, he offers her a job as his girlfriend in the public eye. Y/N is a vision in a skin-tight black suit, highlighting her curves and allure. Tony is willing to pay billions for her services.

11.10 home alone - wanda maxamoff !wxw!

-> short summary; yn is upset with Stark for leaving her alone in Stark Tower while he goes on a mission. Wanda, a stunning lady, helps her stay in check. They discuss their plans and Wanda offers to read their minds. After a shower, they meet in the bathroom, where Natasha is glistening in water. They decide to join her, and their passionate kiss is intense

13.10 playboy bunnies - natasha ramonoff x wanda maxamoff !wxwxw!

-> short summary; Stark's annual costume competition is a thrilling event where the coveted title is decided by Stark, not based on originality or talent. Natasha, Wanda, and yn dress up in their costumes, attracting the attention of the Avengers, wealthy business brokers, Pepper, and SHIELD agents. Despite being surrounded by sleazy businessmen, yn manages to win the competition. They enjoy a passionate kiss with Natasha, showcasing their wild desires and attracting the attention of Stark.

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(special one coz it's my husbands birthday!) 15.10 our secret - bucky barnes !wxm!

-> short summary;yn is drawn to Bucky, her best friend, despite his strong grip on the kitchen counter. Bucky questions yn about their relationship. yn is tempted to tell Bucky the truth, but she refuses. Bucky's anger grows, and yn is shocked by his intense stare. Bucky questions why yn dreams about doing non-brotherly things to him every night. yn is unsure how to interpret Bucky's intensity in his eyes and wonders if he wants her.

16.10 watch your language young lady - Steve Rogers !wxm!

-> short summary; YN, angered by Bucky's guzzlement of her vodka, sought Steve's guidance to manage their conflicting emotions, allowing her to find some semblance of control.

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content warning — fluff only!

pairing — Fem reader x Bucky Barnes

summary — yn and Bucky are celebrating a beautiful day in Wakanda, where he fulfills his father's dreams, He meets T'challa, who presents him with a sleek metal arm for his service. yn helps him put it on and tests it out at his house. He reveals his feelings for yn and takes her to his bedroom, where he kisses and bites her. making yn feel completely under his spell.

word count —  n/a

The sun shone brightly over Wakanda, casting a warm golden light over the bustling city. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and music as people enjoyed the beautiful day outside. T'challa stood by a small table, carefully cleaning his suit while I sipped on a refreshing glass of pineapple juice beside him.

"This is pure bliss," I chuckled, taking in the peaceful atmosphere.

"My father would be so proud, if only he could see us now," T'challa said with a proud smile.

"Everything is perfect - the unity, the love, the feelings. There is no place on earth that can compare to humanity here in Wakanda. You have truly fulfilled your father's dreams and gone above and beyond," I smiled, gazing out at the joyful people dancing, training, and singing.

"She's right," a deep familiar voice came from behind me. Only when he sat next to me did I recognize his handsome face. "Nice to see you, Bucky," I grinned.

T'challa walked over with a large case in hand. "This is for you, Bucky," he announced.

"Your service to the kingdom of Wakanda is irreplaceable," T'challa continued, opening the case to reveal a sleek metal arm.

"I can't thank you enough," Bucky said gratefully.

"Now L/N, help him put it on. I must join in on the festivities!" T'challa chuckled heartily.

I glanced at Bucky before turning back to his stump where his arm used to be. "No way," I protested.

"Yes way, please?" Bucky pleaded, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"Fine, but I'm literally terrified right now," I admitted.

I rolled up his sleeve and helped attach his new arm. "Is it on?" I asked nervously.

"That's what she said," Bucky laughed, causing my eyes to widen before I hit his shoulder.

"You perv!" I giggled. "Yes, it's on," he confirmed, flashing me a charming smile.

"Now why don't you test it out?" I suggested. Bucky picked up a few sticks and threw them with ease before practicing his shadow boxing. Only when he slowly walked towards me did I feel a nervous flutter in my stomach.

"Buck?" I asked shyly as he approached.

His hands slid around my waist and he looked down into my eyes. "Good, I can still feel," he winked.

Just as I was about to pull away in protest, he pulled my body flush against his. "You can't deny your feelings for me," he whispered.

"I'm not," I breathed before leaning up to kiss his lips. His hands rested on the small of my back as the kiss deepened.

"Your house or mine?" I asked breathlessly when we pulled away.

"Yours," Bucky laughed.

When we reached my house, I fumbled with the lock before being pressed against the wall. His lips met mine again, this time with more urgency and hunger.

"This will truly test out my new arm," he smirked against my lips. He carried me to my bedroom, throwing me onto the bed as we quickly shed our clothes.

"You have the great soldier Y/N at your mercy," I teased as he climbed on top of me.

"That may be true, but you have me completely under your spell," Bucky grinned, licking his lips hungrily. He trailed kisses and bites across my neck before making his way down to my thighs. With a nod from me, he removed my panties and placed his metal hand on my clit while using his tongue on my entrance. The sensation was cold yet electrifying as he expertly moved both his fingers and tongue against me. It didn't take long before I was coming undone under his touch.

He slowly removed his hand and pulled off his boxers, resting his member at my entrance. With a nod from me, he slowly began to enter me, making sure to give me time to adjust to the feel of his metal arm against my skin. As we moved together in perfect rhythm, I couldn't help but marvel at the strength and gentleness in Bucky's touch. In that moment, it didn't matter that he had a metal arm or that we were in Wakanda - all that mattered was the passionate connection between us.

My head fell back in ecstasy as he pushed into me, his head resting gently in the crook of my neck. As he began to move, I felt his hard member graze my sweet spot with each thrust. His movements became more urgent, delving deeper inside of me each time. With ragged breaths and sloppy kisses on my neck, I could tell he was close to reaching his peak.

As my nails dug into his back, releasing all the built-up tension inside of me, he too let go and collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. The metal arm that had once seemed intimidating now felt comforting and safe in this moment of pure intimacy.

kinktober day two - don't tell my sister, please billy Loomis !wxm!

summary

-> Billy enters a dark room and notices Yn lying in her bed, captivated by her soft moans. He stays, mesmerized by the intimate moment between them.

⚠︎ disclaimer; this is 18+, so mdni.. I will be keeping an aye out on everything but again I dont care if you read this and you are underage you are the only one responsible for reading shit you aren't supposed too.

content warnings - horror movie, sex toys, oral sex, mentions of cheating, cheating

pairing - young!billyloomis x young!reader (please note that consent was given!)

word count - 1197

authors note - welcome to the first kinktober, please be kind to me! if you have a request please send them in I know that my requests are closed for normal fics but!!! I will open them for KINKTOBER REQUESTS ONLY! anyways please enjoy and let me know what you think xx

The relentless drum of rain against the windows created a symphony of chaos and despair. I huddled on the couch, my arms wrapped tightly around a pillow in a desperate attempt to shield myself from the weird horror movie that was on the tv.

Across from me, Sidney sat motionless, her gaze fixated on the movie playing on the tv. But my mind was elsewhere, consumed by haunting thoughts and fears that seemed to suffocate me. Suddenly, she announced her departure, leaving me alone in the dark and empty house. The sound of her door shutting echoed through the silence, amplifying my sense of isolation and abandonment.

As I tried to distract myself with the movie, my heart raced and my breaths came in jagged gasps. Each passing minute dragged on like an eternity, each scene dripping with tension and dread. And when the credits finally rolled, I was left trembling in the aftermath of my own internal storm, feeling small and vulnerable in the face of overwhelming emotions.

I switched off the television and made my way up the stairs to my room, passing by Sidney's room where I could hear the sound of her TV still blaring. Rolling my eyes, I entered my own room, shutting the door with a thud behind me. Leaning heavily against the door, I took a deep breath and gazed out the window at the storm raging outside.

The rain pounded against the glass in a relentless assault, matching the tumultuous emotions swirling inside of me. It was as though Mother Nature herself was expressing my inner turmoil.

With each step, my feet sank into the plush carpeting of my bedroom. The soft glow of moonlight peeked through the curtains, casting shadows on the floor. I slowly undressed, letting my pants fall to the ground with a soft thud. Goosebumps prickled across my skin as I climbed into bed, wearing only a tight-fitting tank top and underwear.

The cool sheets enveloped me and I let out a content sigh, feeling completely at ease in my own skin.  My hand darted to my side, fumbling for my phone as it buzzed with a message. With a glance at the screen, I saw that one of my closest friends, Stu, had reached out. A warmth spread through me at the thought of him. His message read, ‘hey yn, I was just thinking about you.

I found this and thought you could wear it for me’, accompanied by a photo of a lingerie set that was both sexy and form fitting. The delicate fabric was a soft and alluring baby pink, creating an immediate giggle to bubble up from deep within me. My mind wandered to images of how it would look on me, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of wearing it for him.

I set my phone aside and reached down into my panties, my fingers trailing over the warm, sensitive skin. With a small sigh, I retrieved my hand and opened the top drawer of my bedside table. My hand closed around the familiar shape of my purple dildo, its smooth surface cool against my palm. As I pulled back the covers to remove my panties, anticipation coiled in my stomach.

The room was dimly lit by moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting shadows across my skin as I discarded my underwear onto the floor with a small thud. The air was thick with desire as I settled back against the pillows and reached for my toy, eager to lose myself in pleasure once again.

With a trembling hand, I placed the toy between my legs, feeling its smooth surface against my skin. Slowly, I pushed it in, relishing the sensation as it filled me. A small whimper escaped my lips, fueled by a wave of pleasure. My body arched and trembled with each movement, lost in the intense sensation of the toy inside me. 

With a feverish desperation, I thrust the toy into my heated core. My moans echoed off the walls of my bedroom, filling the empty space with a symphony of pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp knock on my window shattered the moment. Frantically, I set the toy aside and scrambled out of bed, not even bothering to cover myself from the waist down.

As I opened the window, expecting to see a curious neighbor or maybe even a prankster, I was instead met with the familiar face of Billy. Startled, I let out a string of curses before managing to compose myself. "What the hell are you doing here, Billy?" I demanded, trying to conceal my embarrassment. With an easy grin, he shrugged and climbed through the window into my room.

"I thought I'd pay you a surprise visit," he said nonchalantly, his eyes scanning down my nearly naked body. Heat rose to my cheeks as I realized just how exposed I was in front of him.

"May I?" he asks, his voice low and husky. I nod eagerly, giving my approval. He gently lifts me up and carries me to the bed, laying me down on the soft sheets. My heart races with anticipation as he positions himself between my legs, lifting them up so that my feet rest flat on the edge of the bed.

He kneels in front of me, his head level with my most intimate parts. The heat of his breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine as he moves closer. And then I feel his tongue, hot and wet, tracing a path up and down my center, sending waves of pleasure through me. 

As soon as his tongue touched me, a wave of ecstasy rushed through my body. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before - soft yet intense, gentle yet consuming. My moans echoed off the walls of the room, filling it with the sound of pleasure and desire.

It didn't take long for me to reach my peak, my body responding eagerly to his skilled touch. And when I did, it was like fireworks exploding inside me, every nerve ending coming alive at once. My release spread through my body like a wildfire, and I couldn't help but arch my back and cry out in pure bliss. As I came down from my high, I could still feel his tongue on me, still working its magic. It was an experience that felt like heaven itself, and I knew I would never forget it.

As he stood back up, his strong grip pulled me off the bed until I was standing face to face with him. His lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he leaned in closer. "You taste even better than I imagined," he whispered huskily. My heart fluttered at the compliment, but my smile quickly faded as I remembered the consequences of our actions. Panic set in as I pleaded.

"Please, don't tell Sidney." He grinned mischievously and assured me that this would be our little secret, his warm breath tickling my ear. The weight of guilt settled on my chest, but in that moment, all I could focus on was the rush of desire coursing through my veins

kinktober day one - the angel and the ghost stu macher !wxm!

summary

-> yn goes to a party with her sister and friends, when she asks where the bathroom is only to be faced with a ma in a ghost face costume. confused she follows his demands only to find out that it isn't the person she thought it was.

⚠︎ disclaimer; this is 18+, so mdni.. I will be keeping an aye out on everything but again I dont care if you read this and you are underage you are the only one responsible for reading shit you aren't supposed too.

content warnings - knife play, swearing, underage drinking, alcohol, underage partying.

pairing - young!stumacher x young!reader (please note that consent was given!)

word count - 662

authors note - welcome to the first kinktober, please be kind to me! if you have a request please send them in I know that my requests are closed for normal fics but!!! I will open them for KINKTOBER REQUESTS ONLY! anyways please enjoy and let me know what you think xx

I stand in front of the full-length mirror, my bedroom a chaotic mess around me. The scattered clothes and makeup bottles are a reflection of my indecisive state. Outside, the faint sounds of music and laughter can be heard, tempting me to give in and attend Stu's infamous Halloween party.

My sister Sidney barges into my room, dressed as a seductive devil and looking stunning as ever. She tries to convince me to come with her, offering to lend me her spare wings. But I can't shake the feeling that I look terrible in my planned costume - a sexy angel.

"I don't think I'm going," I sigh, glancing at myself critically in the mirror.

"Don't be ridiculous," Sidney says, coming closer and placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "You look absolutely amazing, don't let your own insecurities hold you back."

Reluctantly, I agree to go and quickly change into my costume. As we arrive at Stu's house, the sight of drunk teenagers stumbling around fills me with unease. But I put on a brave face and join in the festivities, grabbing a drink from the overcrowded kitchen.

As I wander through the crowded house, trying to avoid the rowdy party-goers, I find myself accidentally stumbling into Stu's bedroom. And there, standing in front of me is someone wearing Billy's iconic ghost face costume. My sister's boyfriend.

"Billy? This isn't funny," I try to laugh it off, but he doesn't respond.

He steps closer to me, his eyes filled with primal desire. My heart races as he runs his hand down my face and then down to my breasts, where he stops and looks back up at me with hunger in his eyes. In a moment of recklessness, I give him a nod of approval.

With one swift motion, he grabs me and throws me onto his messy bed, pulling out a knife and teasingly tracing it down my body as he slowly strips me of my angel costume. My heart pounds with fear and excitement as he takes control, leaving me vulnerable and exposed in only my white dress and heels.

He rips my dress off in a frenzy, his eyes wild with lust as he exposes my soaked panties. With a glinting knife in hand, he cuts them off with a sharp motion, sending shivers down my spine. My head falls back in submission as I see the throbbing outline of his cock and feel a surge of desire course through me.

In a low, commanding voice, I tell him to put it in and he obeys without hesitation. His rough hands guide himself to my wetness and he slowly pushes inside, filling me completely. A guttural moan escapes my lips as he starts moving with powerful thrusts, each one eliciting primal grunts from under his mask. Our bodies merge into one, our moans and heavy breathing filling the room.

Suddenly, he pulls out and roughly flips me onto my hands and knees. Without warning, he slams back into me, his movements becoming faster and more intense. Our cries of pleasure echo off the walls as we reach our peak together, collapsing in a tangled mess on the bed.

As he pulls up his pants and leaves me alone in the room, I can't help but smile at the rush of adrenaline and satisfaction coursing through my body. Adjusting my dress and fixing my appearance, I confidently make my way downstairs to rejoin my sister and friends.

Curiosity burning in her eyes, Sidney asks where I went. With a sly smirk, I reply that I got caught up talking with some girls from the cheer team in the bathroom. Stu hands me drink and thanks me for the quickie before adding with a knowing wink that it was amazing. My stunned expression reveals that I had no idea it was him until now, but the memory of our intense encounter lingers in my mind as the night continues on.

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pairing — Fem Reader X wanda maxamoff

summary — Stark and yn discuss Avengers mission plans and yn's feelings for Wanda. They share a passionate kiss, share a shower, and strip off, amusing each other's beauty.

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⚠︎ disclaimer; this is 18+, so mdni. I will be keeping an aye out on everything but again I dont care if you read this and you are underage you are the only one responsible for reading shit you aren't supposed too.

Stark sat across from me at the breakfast counter, loudly chewing his cereal. The sound grated on my nerves and I smacked my head against the smooth marble surface in frustration. "Why so loud?!" I groaned, rubbing my temples. Stark simply grinned at me, enjoying my annoyance. "Why so moody?" He chirped back in a mocking tone.

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my coffee, trying to calm myself down. "You're going off on your Avengers mission, leaving me alone in your fancy Stark Tower!" I exclaimed, feeling a twinge of jealousy at his exciting adventures.

Stark's eyes widened in surprise before he chuckled. "Oh relax n/n," he said, using my nickname that only he and a select few were allowed to call me. "You won't be alone, Wanda will stay to keep you in check." He smirked, clearly amused by my outburst.

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I tried to hide my feelings for Wanda. "Why Wanda?" I whispered, hoping Stark wouldn't hear.

"Hell, everyone knows you've got the hots for her," Stark whispered back with a sly smile.

In retaliation, I used my magic to send him flying off his stool. "Don't make such assumptions," I scolded him. "She's a stunning lady lately, anyone would feel flustered in her presence."

Suddenly, Wanda's sweet voice sang out from the doorway. "Who's a stunning lady?" She asked innocently.

"Oh uh...Natasha?" Stark replied quickly, trying to cover up our conversation.

Wanda raised an eyebrow but didn't press any further. "Indeed," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "She's a lovely woman y/n," she winked at me before opening the fridge to grab a snack.

I nearly choked on my drink at her words, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks once again. Stark seemed to find this all very amusing and laughed as he left.

Wanda turned back to me with a smile. "Oh Stark, Captain America said you have 5 minutes tops to meet him at the helipad," she informed me.

"Yes ma'am," Stark replied, smirking at me as he left.

"So...n/n, how are we going to spend our time?" Wanda asked, her tone playful and flirtatious.

I shrugged, trying not to let my thoughts wander too much. "I don't know, any ideas?"

"A few," she laughed seductively.

My heart skipped a beat and I couldn't help but feel drawn to her. "Like what?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, I don't wish to vocalize them," she smirked, leaning closer to me.

Before I could respond, she silenced me with a kiss. Her lips were soft and warm against mine and I couldn't resist kissing her back passionately. She straddled my hips and ran her fingers through my hair as we lost ourselves in the moment.

"How long will the Avengers be away?" She whispered breathlessly as we pulled apart for air.

"Until tomorrow evening," I stuttered out, still trying to catch my breath from our intense make-out session.

"Perfect," she purred before taking my hand and leading me through the halls of Stark Tower towards her room.

As soon as the door closed behind us, her back was against it and her lips were on mine again. We shared another heated kiss before she stepped back with a mischievous grin. "I'll run us a shower, strip off," she commanded playfully, swaying her hips as she disappeared into the bathroom.

I quickly followed suit, stripping down to nothing under the warm water of the shower. Wanda joined me shortly after, her toned and slender figure glistening under the water. I couldn't help but admire her beauty as she stood in front of me, water cascading down her body.

"Id love to stare all day, but I'd much rather join you," I smirked before pulling her into a passionate kiss. Our bodies pressed against each other, our kisses deep and full of desire. Her hands roamed my body, gripping at my hips and ass as we moved together in the shower.

I lifted one of my legs to wrap around her thigh, deepening our connection as we continued to explore each other's bodies with our lips and hands. This woman was going to be the end of me, I thought to myself as we lost ourselves in the pleasure of the moment. As if reading my mind, Wanda pulled back from our kiss and whispered breathlessly, "I can still hear your thoughts n/n."

"Sorry darling," I laughed, my voice filled with desire as I trailed kisses down her neck. "You forget, I can read minds too."

With her back turned to me, she pressed her breasts against the cool surface of the open shower glass. I ran my hands over them tenderly, giving them a soft slap before pressing myself flush against her firm ass. The sensation of my clit rubbing against her smooth skin was mesmerizing, and she moaned as I thrust my hips harder into her.

She rubbed at her own clit, adding to the pleasure that coursed through me. Her teasing lips slowly made their way towards my heated core, sending shivers down my spine. As she traced circles around my clit with her tongue, pure euphoria washed over me. Her small hesitations only added to the intense build-up of pleasure, and when she slipped a finger inside of me, I couldn't hold back any longer.

She was perfection incarnate. But when I voiced this thought, she chuckled and said "Stop reading my mind, love," before kissing my neck.

Clearly done with foreplay, she turned to face me with hunger in her eyes. Slowly dropping to her knees, my breath caught in my throat.

Her delicate fingers curled inside of me, while her soft lips worked wonders on my sensitive clit. The combination was too much to handle and I reached my peak almost instantly.

After catching our breaths, I pushed her back against the wall and hungrily sucked on her breasts. She growled in pleasure and kneaded my hips as I pressed myself further into her.

Lifting one of her legs onto my shoulder for better access, I explored every inch of her heat with fervor. Our bodies were a perfect fit, and as our clits rubbed together at an increasingly faster pace, I realized just how beautiful she truly was.

I leaned in to moan into her neck as she bucked her hips into mine, finally reaching our shared climax

content warning — smut, mention of alcohol,

pairing — fem reader x Bucky Barnes

summary — At Tony Stark's party, Natasha insists you attend, despite feeling out of place. Bucky tries to reorganize you, but you admit it's unlike anything you've experienced before.

word count — 696

Standing at the front gates of your father's magnificent mansion with Natasha, you couldn't help but feel out of place. Parties were not your scene, but Natasha had insisted that you come to this one - after all, it was hosted by your own father, Tony Stark. You take a deep breath and follow Natasha inside.

The opulent interior of the mansion dazzles your eyes. People in elegant attire fill the room, dancing and laughing while waiters glide through the crowd with trays of champagne. Natasha leads you to the bar where you both take a seat. The bartender approaches, eyeing you with obvious interest. You order your usual vodka martini and Natasha does the same.

As you take a sip of your drink, you can't help but notice a man on the other side of the room, his piercing gaze locked on you. "Who's that?" You ask Natasha, gesturing towards him. She turns to look and a smirk forms on her lips.

"Oh, him? That's Bucky," she says, pointing at the ruggedly handsome man. You nod in acknowledgment.

Bucky finishes his drink and makes his way over to you, taking a seat next to you at the bar. "Hey baby," you greet him, placing a hand on his thigh. He orders a whisky and turns to face you, placing a kiss on your forehead. Natasha excuses herself and leaves the two of you alone.

As the night goes on, the chemistry between you and Bucky becomes undeniable. His hand moves from your thigh to your ass as he leans in closer to whisper in your ear. "I'm going to rearrange your insides," he growls before pulling back with a wicked grin.

Just when things are getting heated, Steve interrupts and takes Bucky away for a conversation. Frustrated yet still feeling the effects of Bucky's words, you decide to follow them upstairs to a bedroom.

Locking the door with your powers, you allow Bucky to push you onto the bed. He quickly unbuckles his pants and pulls out his impressive shaft. You take it eagerly into your hands and start to pump, eliciting a deep moan from Bucky.

He takes control, pushing his shaft deeper into your mouth while gripping your hair tightly. After a few moments, he pulls back and picks you up, placing you on all fours on the bed. With one hand on your waist, he slowly enters you, causing a pleasurable moan to escape your lips.

With each thrust, you feel yourself getting closer to the edge until finally, with a loud moan, you both reach climax. As you both catch your breath, you get up and fix your disheveled appearance while Bucky does the same.

Unlocking the door, you open it to find Natasha standing in the doorway. She gives you a knowing smirk before walking away, leaving you to contemplate just how enjoyable this party has turned out to be.

As you make your way back to the party, you feel a sudden tug on your hand. You turn to see Natasha with a mischievous grin on her face.

"I was looking for you!" you say with a smile.

"Sorry, Bucky wanted to talk to me," she replies as she grabs your hand and lets out a little giggle.

You glance back at Bucky, who is smirking at you and signing for round two. You nod and smile in response.

"So how was it, y/n?" Natasha asks, pulling your attention away from Bucky.

You spin around to face her, feeling your cheeks flush red. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Nat."

She raises an eyebrow and gives you a knowing look. "Come on, y/n. I know you guys did it. So how was it?"

Feeling embarrassed but unable to resist Natasha's curiosity, you let her lead you back downstairs.

"It was...it was like nothing I've experienced before," you admit with a shy smile.

Natasha laughs and gives you a playful nudge. "Well, at least you had fun," she teases as the both of you erupt into giggles. The night air feels alive with excitement and possibility as you join the rest of the partygoers in celebration.

content warning — smut, pet names

pairing — fem reader x Natasha Romanoff

summary — Natasha teased you about your beauty, and you enjoyed a heated make-out session. Tasha teased you about spreading legs, and they fell in love, creating an unforgettable night.

word count — 623

With a playful smirk, Natasha pushed me down onto the bed and lifted my chin closer to her face. "Are you going to be a good girl, baby?" she asked in a teasing voice. I knew I would obey her every command, as she well knew too."Yes, Tasha," I replied breathlessly. She wasted no time in sneaking her hands under my bra, causing shivers to run down my spine as her fingers found my hard nipples.

She unhooked my bra with skillful ease and gazed at my exposed chest with a glint of desire in her eyes. In one swift motion, she removed her own bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. I let out a deep sigh and couldn't help but stare at her perfect curves. "Like what you see, huh?" Natasha teased before leaning in for a heated make-out session. One hand was wrapped around my neck while the other explored my waist.

As we kissed, our moans grew louder and more desperate. Pulling back for a moment, I looked up at her with hooded eyes while tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Ahh, you want to go there, huh, baby?" I hinted, feeling playful.

Natasha nodded eagerly and commanded me to take off her shorts. She then removed them herself before turning her attention back to me. "Now why don't you spread your legs for me?" she purred seductively.

Instead of complying immediately, I decided to play back and tease her. "Why don't you make me?" I challenged with a mischievous smirk.

But before I could say anything else, Natasha was on top of me, her face only inches away from mine. "You want to play like a big girl, huh?" she whispered huskily before trailing kisses down my neck and leaving marks and bites all over me. The sensations were driving me wild. "Fuck, Tasha," I moaned out as she made her way down to my core.

I could feel myself getting wetter by the second as Natasha swirled her fingers around my clit with electrifying precision. "Fuck, Tasha, you're gonna make me cum so hard," I cried out, unable to control myself any longer.

Without warning, she thrust her fingers into my dripping pussy and I let out a loud scream of pleasure. "Fuuuck!" I exclaimed as she hit my g-spot with each pump, sending waves of ecstasy through me.

"Oh, you like that?" she teased before suddenly stopping. I whined and looked at her with pleading eyes. "You said I should make you, so I want you to beg for me," she continued with a sly smirk.

Desire coursed through me as I desperately pleaded for her touch. "I need you, Tasha. I need your fingers inside me," I begged, feeling like putty in her hands. Her smile only grew wider as she watched me squirm with desire. "I need you to fuck me so hard, I want to cum for you, Tasha," I gasped out.

"That's what I wanted to hear," Natasha purred before slamming her fingers back into my now soaked pussy and simultaneously swirling around my clit. The pleasure was overwhelming and I couldn't stop the continuous stream of moans escaping my lips. "Fuck, Tasha, right there - Jesus! Oh god!" She knew exactly how to make me lose control.

As I reached my climax, Natasha didn't hold back in showing how much she enjoyed it too. "You feel so good, baby," she murmured against my skin as we both caught our breaths. After wiping the sweat from my forehead, she leaned in for a sweet kiss before curling up next to me and drifting off to sleep. It was a night I would never forget.

content warning — implied smut, pet names

pairing — fem reader x Natasha Romanoff

summary — Nat gently caress you, expressing love and affection, and putting you on a bed, creating a serene atmosphere filled with quiet breathing and blankets for a peaceful slumber.

word count — 498

Your breaths came in ragged gasps as you slowly descended from the intense pleasure that had consumed you. Your fingers gripped tightly onto the wooden slats of the headboard, your body collapsing back onto the mattress with a satisfying thud. Your legs trembled with residual arousal, thighs slick and sensitive from the multitude of orgasms that had been wrung out of you.

Nat's voice, soft and soothing, drifted to your ears as she spoke. You could feel her warm hand guiding yours to rest at your sides, coaxing you to release your hold on the headboard. A gentle caress over your jaw and a tender kiss on your forehead showed her love and affection for you before she went to fetch a cloth and some water.

Nestled into the pillows, you breathed in Nat's familiar scent and relaxed as she returned with a damp cloth and a bottle of water. Sitting beside you on the bed, she hummed a tune while she gently cleaned you up, her attentiveness and care making your heart swell with adoration. She wiped away any remnants of tears or sweat with delicate strokes, leaving kisses behind in their place.

Satisfied with her work, Nat leaned down to press her lips to yours in a lingering kiss. Smiling contentedly, you shared a loving gaze with her before she continued to clean you with the cloth, carefully tending to every inch of your body.

As she finished up, her calming words and touch soothed any lingering discomfort. Relief flooded through you as she placed a water bottle against your lips, allowing you to drink thirstily until it was empty. Her praise of being a "good girl" filled you with pride and warmth.

Next, Nat took your hands in hers and lifted them above your head, slipping a fresh shirt over your body. As she knelt before you, placing kisses along your calf and murmuring sweet nothings, you couldn't help but smile fondly at her.

"I love you so much," she whispered against your skin as she helped you into a pair of sweatpants. With careful movements, she positioned you onto the bed and pulled the covers over the both of you. You snuggled into her welcoming embrace, feeling loved and cherished as you drifted off to sleep in her arms.

"Goodnight, my love," Nat whispered, her voice lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

Nat's warm breath ghosted over your temple, her soft lips brushing against your skin before she let herself drift into the peaceful realm of sleep. Her gentle touch lingered like a fleeting dream, leaving you with a sense of warmth and contentment as you watched her slip away into slumber.

The room was filled with the soft hum of quiet breathing and the gentle rustle of blankets, creating a serene atmosphere that enveloped you both in its calming embrace. As you closed your eyes and joined Nat in slumber, her comforting presence filled your mind and lulled you into a restful state.

content warning — smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, clit play (sort of?), dirty talk

pairing — fem reader x natasha romanoff

summary — Nat, captivated by your soft lips, manipulates her, causing her to moan your name. You feel guilty for Steve and Bucky, causing her to swell and twitch.

word count — 712

authors note — hey guys! so sorry that I haven't been posting i've been away with my husband. its also hard to post and get out of bed when you have depression lmao. so I will try and be regular when posting ty all!!

The softness of your lips always surprised Nat, even though she had been in this position countless times before. Each time, the teasing touch of your tongue against her sensitive folds sent shivers down her spine and left her moaning your name.

"Mmm, you're so good at that, baby," she moaned breathlessly, loving how effortlessly you could bring her to bliss. It was a high that she knew she could never achieve without you.

"You like that, don't you?" You smirked confidently as you continued to pleasure her with your skilled tongue.

"Yes!" Nat's cry only motivated you further as you worked your magic on her. You didn't feel the need to hold down her hips or ask her to be quiet; the feeling of her grinding against your face only added to the intensity. And as for any noise...well, let's just say the Avengers were used to your "private activities."

Your hair was tugged gently by Nat's hand as she reached new levels of pleasure, sending a deliciously painful sensation through your scalp and adding to the excitement coursing through your body. This was what you loved most - being on your knees on the plush carpet (installed by Tony at Nat's request) and worshiping every inch of her pale skin. Your plump lips danced along her spread thighs, leaving teasing kisses and playful nips on her hips.

But finally, they would find their way to her most sensitive spot - her swollen clit. With a soothing rhythm of sucking and flicking with your tongue, you could feel yourself grinning as Nat whined and squirmed beneath you. The little bud between your teeth would send shocks of pleasure through both of you as it was pulled out in a slow motion before being released back into place.

"Please." That one word was music to your ears and fueled your own desire for her. It was a sound that you craved - the way Nat's lips formed and shaped around the word, begging for more.

"Please what, princess? Do you want me to stop?" For added emphasis, you pulled away completely, leaving her body cold and craving your touch.

"No!" Nat's whispered plea was met with her hands reaching for you, her hips wriggling on the bed as she tried to get closer to you. The covers twisted and bunched around her hips as she squirmed in pleasure under your skillful touch.

"Oh? So my little baby wants me to make her cum?" Your voice was teasing, but also a bit cruel as you pushed your lips into a pout and ran your hands over her quivering thighs.

"Please, please make me cum." It wasn't often that Nat begged; she enjoyed being in control. But today, just like every now and then, you convinced her to give up that control and let you take care of her.

"Say my name. Moan it, scream it, and I'll make you cum." You demanded this promise from her, a devious smirk playing on your lips when she whispered your name. "Does it feel good to say my name, baby? Do you like having it on your tongue?"

She screamed your name this time, so loud that you almost felt guilty for Steve and Bucky - their enhanced hearing would definitely pick up on what was happening between the two of you. But you couldn't bring yourself to care as you leaned in again, ready to pleasure your girl.

When she came, it was loud and beautiful. Nat's mouth was open in a silent scream - the telltale sign that she was seeing stars - while her legs shook and hips thrust, chasing your mouth as you leaned back to watch.

Your fingers glided over her thighs, eventually reaching her clit in small circles to help prolong her orgasm. You watched hungrily as Nat's plump lips were pulled between her teeth, biting and manipulating them until they were raw and swollen.

"That's it, just like that." Nat was coming back down to earth, your soothing voice bringing her back as her chest heaved and thighs twitched under your touch.

But your fingers still remained on her clit, slow yet persistent as you hummed thoughtfully.

"I think I want you to do that again; maybe I can make you squirt this time."

content warning — angst, crying pairing — Fem reader x Bucky Barnes summary — Bucky learns his best friend Steve Rogers prioritized his happiness over their mission, leaving him feeling guilty for not intervening. They grieve and share guilt. word count — 1216

Bucky's stomach churned as he reluctantly entered y/n's room, immediately hit by the pungent stench that hung in the air. He raised his arm to cover his nose, teasingly commenting on the foul odor that seemed to have taken over the once pleasant space. With a sense of urgency, Bucky rushed to open the windows, letting in fresh air in an attempt to combat the unpleasant smell.

As he turned back to face y/n, his heart sank at the sight before him. She had barely moved from her spot since Steve had left a week ago. Bucky had tried to make her laugh with his jokes and sat with her during meals, but she remained unresponsive and lost in her thoughts. It was as if she had disappeared along with Steve.

Bucky was no stranger to loss, but this one hit especially hard. He was used to losing people - it came with being a soldier. But losing his best friend and their girl to someone they loved 70 years ago? That was a whole new level of pain. And while Bucky had learned to cope with grief quickly, he still found himself crying into his pillow at night, feeling more alone than ever.

But now, as he looked at y/n's unmoving figure, he realized just how much this loss had affected her. She hadn't even been able to take care of herself, let alone wash away the days' grime. Bucky sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair before mustering up a gentle smile.

He gently coaxed y/n into the shower, reminding her that she needed to take care of herself even though Steve was gone. The water cascaded down on her skin, numbing her senses and providing some semblance of relief from her overwhelming thoughts.

But even as she sat there in the cold water, all she could see was Steve's lifeless body. His eyes empty of the spark that used to light up when he teased her, his once bright smile now gone. She couldn't even begin to imagine how he died - was it at the hands of Thanos himself? Did he die while trying to save someone else? The possibilities were endless, but the pain of losing him remained constant.

As she sat lost in her thoughts, a gentle knock on the bathroom door brought y/n back to reality. She looked up briefly, her red eyes following the sound through the steamed-up glass shower door.

Y/n's body was submerged in the warm, comforting embrace of the shower. The water cascaded down her skin, washing away tears and worries that seemed to cling onto her every move. Bucky's soothing voice drifted through the curtain, a lifeline for her troubled mind. She felt a sense of relief and safety wash over her as he checked up on her, even though she hadn't spoken in days.

Finally, with a deep breath, she stepped out of the shower and into the steamy bathroom. Her towel, left folded by Bucky, awaited her and she hastily wrapped it around her body. Y/n ran her fingers through her damp hair and sighed.

Bucky's reassuring smirk greeted her as she emerged from the bathroom. He sat on her bed, his hands braced on the edge of the mattress, exuding an air of calmness and stability. "She's alive," he remarked playfully, referencing the long time y/n spent in the shower.

As y/n quickly dressed herself under the towel, Bucky respectfully kept his gaze elsewhere. His presence alone was enough to make y/n feel at ease, and she found herself grateful for his company.

"Do you want me to leave?" Bucky asked softly as he stood up to give y/n privacy.

"Wait," y/n's timid voice stopped him in his tracks. She took a breath before continuing, "Would you stay with me tonight? I don't know if I can be alone again..."

Without hesitation, Bucky climbed back into bed beside y/n and pulled her close to him. Their intertwined fingers lay over his chest, his metal arm providing a sense of strength and protection.

In the stillness of the room, only the faint whirring of Bucky's metal arm could be heard. Y/n finally mustered up the courage to ask about Steve's death, her words trembling with unshed tears.

"Bucky?" she spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper.

He hummed in response, his fingers gently playing with hers as he waited for her to continue.

"How did Steve...you know, die?" She bit through her tears, bracing herself for the answer.

Bucky's expression softened as he looked down at her, sensing her pain and fear. He took a deep breath before answering, his voice filled with sorrow and regret.

Bucky felt his stomach drop at her question, a heavy weight settling in the pit of his stomach. He hadn't expected her to ask about this now, when they were curled up on her bed, warmth and comfort surrounding them. The words stuck in his throat, refusing to come out as he tried to pry them loose.

"I-" he couldn't bring himself to lie. It would be cruel, especially to someone he cared for so deeply. She deserved to know the truth, no matter how much it hurt. "Y/n, Steve didn't- he didn't die." Bucky ground out through gritted teeth, feeling like his tongue was coated in sandpaper.

"W-what?" Y/n's voice trembled with shock, fear, hope, and anger all at once. She sat up quickly, turning around in his embrace to face Bucky. A scowl etched itself across her usually gentle features, marring her beautiful eyes with a hint of bitterness. "Then where is he?"

Bucky let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes as he braced himself for her reaction.

"Bucky. Where is Steve?" Y/n's tone had shifted from confusion to coldness, something uncharacteristic for her. Bucky swallowed hard, but it did little to ease the tension that had settled between them. He watched as she folded her arms over her chest.

"Steve left, doll. He's not- he's not coming back." Bucky confessed, his face falling into his hands.

"What do you mean?" Y/n whispered brokenly, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. "Why isn't he coming back?"

"Because he left to be with Peggy, okay? He left us, y/n!" Bucky finally snapped, his own tears mingling with hers as they stained his flushed cheeks. The grief still lingered within him.

Y/n's expression mirrored the devastation she felt the day Bucky first told her Steve was gone. But this time, there was a spark of rage in her eyes.

"I don't understand, why would he-" Y/n's voice trailed off, unable to finish her question as the answer dawned on her.

"I don't either, doll. I miss him, but I also hate him for what he did. To me, to you, to us." Bucky's voice was barely above a whisper now, his eyes downcast as he picked at the hem of his shirt.

"I-" y/n began to speak before breaking off into a choked sob, falling back into Bucky's embrace.

Steve, her Steve, had become a selfish and misguided man. He had shattered their bond and left them both with broken hearts.

content warning — angst, crying pairing — Fem reader x Bucky Barnes summary — Bucky learns his best friend Steve Rogers prioritized his happiness over their mission, leaving him feeling guilty for not intervening. They grieve and share guilt. word count — 817

The realization hit Bucky like a punch to the gut. Steve Rogers, his best friend and one of the most selfless men he knew, had just chosen his own happiness over his duty to their mission. As they watched Steve leave, Sam's wave masking his own concern, Bucky felt a weight settle in his chest. How was he going to break this news to y/n? What words could possibly ease her pain and anger at Steve's selfish decision?

Bucky barely registered Sam's hand guiding him towards their van as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. The red veins pulsating around his eyes reminded him of the forceful tugging at his heart, pulling and pulling until it felt raw and exposed.

He tried to compose himself, tilting his head back and taking deep breaths to slow down the tears. Swiping at his eyes with shaking hands, he pinched the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to stop the emotions from overwhelming him.

"Are you okay?" Sam's concerned voice broke through Bucky's thoughts, but he quickly put on a fake smile and nodded. Anything to distract from the pain welling up inside him.

As they arrived at the compound, Bucky couldn't bring himself to get out of the van right away. It was as if delaying the inevitable would make it hurt less. But as he finally stepped out onto the clean floors of the compound, every step felt like a heavy burden on his soul.

And then he saw her - y/n - waiting for Steve with open arms and a bright smile that instantly faded when she laid eyes on Bucky. He couldn't bear to see her hope turn into disappointment and dread as she realized something was wrong.

"Doll..." Bucky's voice trembled as he tried to speak. Tears were already streaming down y/n's cheeks, her once hopeful expression now shattered into pieces.

Bucky took a deep breath and gently broke the news to her, watching as she sank to her knees in shock and agony. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his lap as they both grieved for the loss of their friend.

She clung onto him tightly, as if afraid he would also leave her like Steve did. And Bucky held on just as tightly, feeling every ounce of guilt and sadness that should have belonged to Steve. As they sat there together, mourning their shared loss, Bucky couldn't help but think that y/n's tears were somehow more beautiful than any other sight he had ever seen.

Bucky's nose nuzzled into her hair, the cool tears that splashed against his cheeks mingling with the strands as he held her tightly. His embrace was unyielding, causing a faint ache in her ribs, but she welcomed the pain. She could smell him - the scent of Steve that clung to his skin and clothes. It brought back bittersweet memories of their time together, a reminder of what she had lost.

But in this moment, holding onto Bucky brought her some solace. It eased the loneliness that Steve had left behind, filling the void with the warmth of Bucky's presence.

"I know. I'm so sorry doll, but he's gone. He's gone." Y/n could hear Bucky's words muffled by the roaring sound in her ears. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but she didn't need to. She knew the truth - Steve was gone.

But Bucky couldn't bring himself to tell her everything. He couldn't tell her how Steve had left her to relive his past with a woman he had kissed decades ago. It would only break her even more. Y/n was already shattered, and all Bucky had said was that Steve was gone.

The thought of Y/n's pain made Bucky feel guilty for not stopping Steve from leaving. But how could he have known his best friend would do something so selfish? After almost a century of selflessness, Bucky understood why Steve deserved to be a little selfish. But he never expected him to abandon their friendship and their love for someone from his past.

That was what truly broke Bucky's heart and brought tears to his eyes. They had been through everything together - saving each other since they were kids on the playground, going on double dates, fighting in wars and facing enemies like HYDRA and Thanos. Through it all, they had always stood by each other and cared for each other.

It hurt to know that Steve had chosen a woman he barely knew over his best friend of almost a hundred years. It felt like a betrayal, a punch to the gut. And the final blow was that he had also left Y/n behind, the girl who now clung to Bucky like a koala, crying her heart out against his chest.

In that moment, Bucky couldn't help but see Steve as selfish.

content warning — smut, pet names, oral (m receiving)

pairing — Fem reader x Bucky Barnes

summary — Sargent expresses gratitude her to Bucky, who warmly embraces her, referring to her as "heт пpoблeм, пчёлкa" or "little bee." They enjoy each other's company, feeling content and loved in Bucky's arms.

word count —  322

"Thank you, Sargent," you whispered, biting your lip as a warm smile spread across your face. Bucky's flesh hand rested on your shoulder, radiating his warmth and presence.

"Нет проблем, пчёлка," he cooed, the smirk on his lips only adding to the heat in your cheeks. His fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you closer to him.

"Mm, вот и пчёлка," he murmured as his fingers tightened in your locks. You had learned that пчелка meant "little bee", and Bucky often used it as a term of endearment for you.

You couldn't understand all of his words, but the tone and the moan that escaped his lips made it clear that they were words of praise. The unfamiliar syllables rolled off his tongue like silk, sending shivers down your spine.

"Продолжать!" he groaned, his head falling back against the sofa as you continued to pleasure him with your tongue. You moaned around him, taking him deeper and tracing patterns over his length.

This time, he didn't let you up for air. His grip tightened in your hair as he bucked his hips up into your mouth. Your nose was buried in the dark curls at the base of his member, and your hands were braced on his thighs.

"Это оно," he gasped, his voice strained as his release grew closer. You took one hand from his thigh and reached down to fondle his balls, hoping to bring him to climax even faster.

"Я кончаю!" he exclaimed moments later as you felt his release spill onto your tongue. Your soldier was panting heavily now, and you slowly pulled away from him with a pop. Both of you were breathless and flushed.

"Fuck!" Bucky cursed, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of lust and adoration. You smiled innocently up at him, leaning into his touch as he cupped your cheek.

"Моя маленькая шлюха," he purred, stroking your cheek with his thumb. My little whore. You couldn't help but smile fondly at him, feeling content and loved in his arms.

content warning —  fluff, coughing

pairing — Fem reader x Bucky Barnes

summary — In the 30s, Bucky used to read The hobbit to Steve when he was sick. When you get sick, Bucky resorts to old habits

word count — 273

A small cough escaped your throat, causing you to quickly cover your mouth with your hand. You groaned and leaned back into the soft pillows, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

You felt terrible. That morning, you had woken up with a fever and a runny nose, but now the coughing had started as well.

"Oh, honey." Bucky's voice sighed as he walked into the room, holding a cool damp towel in his hand. He made his way over to you with long strides, pushing your wet hair away from your sweaty forehead before placing a gentle kiss there.

The gentle touch of his lips against your skin was soothing, and you closed your eyes as he did so. Bucky smiled against you and replaced his lips with the towel when he pulled away.

"Do you feel awful, doll?" Bucky said in a low rumble as he sat on the bed beside you. You nodded through a whimper, sitting up as another round of coughing overcame you.

Bucky's warm hand rubbed soothing circles on your back as you doubled over, your throat raw and scratchy as tears streamed down your face.

"Shh, shh. You'll be okay." Bucky's soft words echoed in your ears, and you barely noticed when he got up from the bed until he returned and guided your head to rest against his chest.

You immediately nuzzled into him, feeling the end of his braid tickling your temple as you closed your eyes again. His human hand ran through your hair, while his metal hand held an old book open in front of him.

"In a hole in the ground there lived

content warning —  swearing

pairing — Fem reader x Bucky Barnes x John Walker

summary —you can't help but deeply regret even agreeing the the government's stupid plan.

word count — 281

The interviewer playfully joked with John, overemphasizing his title as Captain America and making the audience laugh. John threw his head back in amusement and nudged you, causing you to force a fake giggle through gritted teeth and a forced smile.

The interviewer then introduced you as "the lovely Miss Rogers" and the audience erupted in applause. Trying to maintain your facade, you offered for them to call you by your first name instead.

When asked about how you were feeling after Steve's departure, you bit your words back and continued with another lie about how John made things easier. He leaned in close and kissed your cheek, causing you to suppress a cringe and play along with the act.

As the interviewer praised your relationship, John boasted about being engaged to you and kissing your temple. You sniffled and fiddled with the expensive diamond ring on your finger, regretting ever agreeing to this charade.

A scream of anger and despair burned its way out of your throat as you realized the gravity of your situation and tried desperately to remove the symbol of your false relationship. But even as the ring rolled to a stop on the floor, leaving a red mark on your finger, the damage was already done by going along with the corrupt government's image-focused plan.

Tears streamed down your face as you collapsed against the wall, only to be interrupted by John's harsh voice reminding you that there was another appearance in an hour. You could hear Bucky's voice in your head, echoing his warning that marrying John Walker was a mistake. And now, tears streaming down your face, you realize just how right he was.