Soldiers War

Broken Mirrors

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Reader Insert (One Shot) Masterlist

These are all of my reader-insert fics (Mostly one-shots). You can always send in request prompts. They’re high key some of my favourite things to do.

A Puppy (Extra fluffy)

Exasperated (Smut)

Distractions (Fluffy/Little Smutty)

“Do You Ever Shut Up?” (Smut)

5 (Mentions of Smut)

Cheat (Smut/Angst)

Ticklish? (Fluff)

Little Doll (Fluff/some smut) Part 1

Little Doll Part 2 (Heart exploding fluff)

Promises (Fluff/smut/angst)

Sick (Fluff) Oh Baby (Angst,Fluff) [Same Family]

Competition (Smut/Angst)

Sweetheart Pt I (Humorous angst)

Sweetheart Pt II (Smut, humorous angst)

Ghosts in the Wind (Fluff/Angst)

Crush (Comedic Angst/Fluff)

Crush (Pt II) (Comedic Angst/Fluff)

Nightmare (Angst/Fluff)

The Question (Fluff)

“You’re such a damn tease, do you know that?” Bucky hissed, his lips devouring yours like a man possessed. Despite how wound up you had got him you could still feel the corners of his mouth pulled tight into a little smile.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You laughed, feigning innocence as his hungry lips moved to your neck, placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your delicate skin.

“You know. Exactly. What you did.” His voice was barely a whisper against your skin, punctuating every few words with another needy kiss. Without you even realising it, he had managed to back you up against the huge conference table, one strong arm on either side of your body, fencing you in. Your little chuckle at how needy Bucky had become quickly turned into a gasp as his teeth grazed your neck gently. It was true though, you had known exactly what you were doing during your last mission briefing in this same room, only minutes before.

While Fury had been briefing you, Steve and Bucky about your next mission, you had been teasing Bucky under the table. It had started innocently enough, with your hand just resting on his knee but it didn’t take long for your hand to wonder, tracing little shapes on his thigh with your fingertips. He had hardly noticed it at first, too focused on what Fury was saying but he started to get distracted when your hands began tracing higher, fingers digging in to the firm muscle of his thighs over his jeans. He had shot you a confused look but you refused to look at him, running your fingers over the rapidly tightening denim on his crotch instead. Bucky had just sat back in his chair and smirked, knowing that Fury was wrapping up and that he would be able to get you back soon enough. Unfortunately for him, right before Fury dismissed you all, Maria Hill burst through the door with some new information, meaning you had to hang about for an extra half hour while she and Fury discussed how best to proceed. Your torment on Bucky became relentless with everyone else distracted. You had been able to get him completely hard, squeezing his thick cock through his jeans, leaving him doing his very best to stifle the little moans that threatened to spill from his lips. The real torture came when you leaned forward, knowing that Fury, Maria and Steve were all deep in conversation, pressing your lips to Bucky’s ear.

“Gonna suck you so good when we get out of here. I’m dying to have that huge dick down my throat.” You had breathed so only Bucky could hear while still massaging him through his jeans. After what felt like a life time for poor Bucky, your mission plan was updated and everyone else filed out, leaving you in the conference room with an exceptionally wound up boyfriend. That was how you had ended up in the position you were in now, with Bucky desperate and needy.

“You that much of a slut for my cock you couldn’t even wait until the meeting was over? You gonna put that filthy mouth to good use or what?” Bucky asked with a confident smirk that could’ve made your knees weak.

“Of course Sargent.” Came your little giggle, making him huff out a moan in response, loving how his title fell from your lips. You sank to your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your thick lashes as you quickly unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping his fly and pulling the fabric down his legs. His boxers were tented deliciously, his erection so close to your face it made your mouth water. He couldn’t help but cup your face lovingly with both his huge hands, drawing your attention to the damp spot in the front of the material where his precum had soaked through. Tentatively, you reached up, pulling the boxers down to join his jeans, noting how his cock sprung free. Bucky didn’t miss how you licked your lips at the sight in front of you, loving how obsessed you were with his size. Everything about him was essentially perfect to you but you couldn’t deny he had to most amazing cock you had ever seen. He was long and so damn thick, perfect blue veins popping along his length, precum making his swollen tip slick.

“You gonna unbutton that blouse for me a bit doll, wanna see what you’ve got on underneath.” He coaxed, metal thumb stroking lovingly along your cheekbones. You nodded and worked at your buttons quickly, undoing the top three, pulling the loose material away to expose the black lace bra you had chosen that morning. Bucky hummed appreciatively, your hands trailing up his huge bare thighs before grasping his stiff cock, pumping it a couple of times, making the super solider’s breath hitch in his throat. You had hardly even touched him yet and he still looked absolutely wrecked, his lips were so plump and slick from their assault on your neck and his eyes so dark with need.

“May I taste you Sargent?” You asked quietly, voice barely above an innocent whisper, eyes trained on the bead of precum gathering at his tip as you stroked him.

“Yes baby doll, you may.” He smirked, trying to stay composed as your lips wrapped around his tip, tongue sliding over the slick head of his cock, the salty taste of his precum filling your mouth. He couldn’t help the little strangled moan that you tore from his throat as your tongue flicked sinfully against him.

“Feels so good baby doll.” He managed to groan out, head thrown back in pleasure. “Sweet little mouth feels like Heaven. God, can’t wait to be buried in the back of that throat. Gotta work you up to that though angel, can’t let you take too much at once.” The filth he spewed while you sucked him always had you clenching your legs together to stifle your own need. While Bucky was always vocal in bed, he was most talkative when you were giving him a blowjob, needing to make sure you knew how good you were making him feel. “Pretty mouth is so hot and wet for me angel, nearly feels as good as that little pussy of yours, sucking me so good princess, doing so well for me.” He praised, making you push your head down to take more of him down your throat. You loved seeing him like this, his huge body completely at your mercy. You knew he’d do anything you asked when he was like this so long as you promised to keep working him with your tongue. Looking up at him, you pulled in a deep breath through your nose before taking as much of his length in your mouth as you could. A strangled cry left his parted lips, flesh fingers twisting in your hair, doing his absolute best not to thrust against your mouth until you were ready. You pulled back, swirling your tongue around the tip so you could catch a breath before sinking back down once more.

“Shit toots, you feel amazing, you know that? It’s like that mouth of yours was made to suck my cock. Can hardly fuckin’ think straight angel. You see what you do to me? Got me so worked up.” He encouraged, your hand pumping the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth. As you pulled back up, a thin trail of saliva connected his dark tip to your lips, drawing another moan from him. “Look so beautiful like this baby, such a pretty little thing on your knees for me. My slut just can’t help herself, can she? Bet you spent that whole briefing soaking through your panties just thinking about my cock.” Somehow the little degradations he threw at you in the middle of the praise made you even wetter than you were before.

“Love your cock Sargent Barnes, need it so bad. Need to taste you, wanna feel you cum down my throat.” You gasped out before sinking back down on him, pumping your hand in time with your mouth.

“Is that right doll face?” He beamed, sounding like he was barely holding it together. You hummed out a little moan in response and he gave you a filthy smirk, gripping the back of your neck to press you down gently on his cock. “Ah ah ah toots, don’t talk with your mouth full. You know I taught you better than that. Look so pretty with a mouth full of cock, such a good girl, taking me so well sweetheart.” His little praises only encouraged you to suck harder, working him for all you were worth.

“Shit doll, so close, jus’ like that princess.” He mumbled after a few minutes but before you could help him finish, you heard the distinct sound of heavy footsteps approaching the door. Bucky rushed to pull his jeans up, sitting down in a chair while you hid under the conference table. Neither of you would’ve had time to dress yourselves back up, your blouse was still hanging open, as were his jeans but with you tucked under the table, no one would ever see the disheveled state you were both in. Bucky ran a hand through his long hair as the door opened, pulling in a shaky breath to steady himself.

“There you are Buck, I was looking for you. Wanted to run through the extraction plan with you one more time.” You heard Steve’s voice boom from the door, praying Bucky would be able to convince him to leave. Your heart pounded in your chest thinking about how Bucky didn’t have many good options for excuses right now. He couldn’t say anything that would make Steve suspicious, or make him come close enough to notice his undone jeans.

“Now isn’t really the best time Steve, maybe later?” Bucky suggested, praying the dark flush of his cheeks wasn’t as obvious as it felt.

“Don’t worry, it’ll only take a minute.” Steve promised, closing the door behind him and taking a seat at the other side of the huge table. Steve started to discuss everything Fury had run through with the three of you, making sure he had all the details right. Bucky was practically twitching in his seat, the sharp edge of the orgasm he had been so close to was beginning to fade. Steve just kept talking, barely even taking a pause to breathe, with Bucky giving very little input, keeping his hands clasped tightly in front of his open trousers. You knew you absolutely shouldn’t make this any worse for him but God, the thought of getting caught by Steve was actually quite exciting. Without taking the time to talk yourself out of it, you reached up and swatted Bucky’s hands from the front of his jeans, carefully untucking his hard cock. Inching forward on your knees, you settled between his spread legs, ignoring the warning look he was giving you. After a few gentle kitten licks to his tip, you forced his whole length as deep down your throat as you could manage, drawing a little hiss from the massive super soldier.

“You okay Buck?” Steve questioned thoughtfully, looking up from the file in front of him. You didn’t need to see him to know he probably had an eyebrow raised in concern.

“Yeah, ‘m fine.” Bucky choked out, trying to gather his thoughts enough to ask Steve a question about the mission, hoping it would draw his attention away your actions under the table. Your mouth was absolutely relentless on Bucky, licking, sucking, teasing, bobbing your head as quickly as you could without letting out too much noise. You knew under any other circumstances, the way you were working him would have had him cursing, head thrown back in pleasure as he practically fucked your face. Now though, he was completely at your mercy, trying to desperately stifle his filthy moans.

“Ah, sh-shit.” The huge dark haired soldier gasped softly, bucking his hips against your mouth, forcing your head down hard on his cock. You took everything he gave you, staying silent under the table.

“You sure you’re okay Bucky?” Steve questioned, sounding more worried than he had been the first time he had been forced to stop running through the mission plan. Bucky was practically lost in the back of your throat but he somehow managed to give a nod convincing enough to make Steve drop it. “But yeah, like I said, we really should consider moving in from the East, it would give us more cover and…” Steve continued, driving Bucky almost to distraction. He was right on the edge again, ready to cum any second and you were determined to make him, knowing he’d absolutely destroy you for it as soon as Steve left.

You gave it everything you had, bobbing your head in time with your hand as quickly as you could, Bucky knew what you were trying to do and did his absolute best to think of anything other than how good your hot little mouth felt but after he hit the back of your throat and felt you gag around him, your throat closing around his cock, squeezing him just right, he started cumming, with no end in sight. His orgasm was so intense after being practically edged earlier, feeling the shocks right to the very tips of his flesh fingers. Both hands were tangled in your hair, holding your head against him as he filled your mouth with rope after rope of hot cum, his huge body shuddering, hips grinding ever so slightly as he fucked himself through his orgasm. You swallowed everything he gave you except for one little dribble that had managed to escape your mouth. After pulling off his cock with a gentle pop, you took your thumb and collected the little drop of cum gathered at the side of your lips, sucking it into your mouth. The way he looked down at you, you knew you were going to be absolutely ruined by the end of the night, there was no doubt about that. His huge dick hadn’t even softened at all but you were used to that, it was one of the many perks of dating a super soldier. You tucked his still hard dick back into his jeans and buttoned him up, neither of you even noticing Steve hadn’t said anything in a good few minutes until Bucky looked up and saw him watching his friend expectantly.

“Think I’m having some tummy trouble Steve, not feeling great.” Bucky sounded so sincere, you had almost believed him. You smiled to yourself, noticing how easily he was able to come up with an excuse when your mouth wasn’t taking him to heaven and back.

“Oh okay, no worries, we can pick it back up later if you’re feeling better.” Steve nodded, gathering the papers together and tucking them back into the file.

“Thanks man, I’ll text you.” Bucky agreed and Steve nodded, turning to leave, closing the door behind him. Bucky hardly even waited to hear the soft thud of Steve’s footsteps before pulling you by your still open blouse from under the desk, pushing you back so you were sitting on top of it. “What the fuck was that?” He hissed, his mouth, biting roughly at your collarbones before you even knew what was going on. “You just couldn’t wait, could you? Dumb little slut couldn’t go without my cock for ten fucking minutes. Just had to make me cum then and there? And you swallowed it all too? Greedy little cumwhore.” His words went straight to your cunt, already throbbing, practically dripping with need. “You’re not even gonna believe how many times I’m gonna make you cum, toots. You’re gonna be begging me to stop. You wanna be bad like that, I’ll make you regret it.” Without thinking, he pulled both sides of your blouse apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. His lips were all over you after that, both hands cupping your breasts through the pretty lace bra, mouth sucking dark hickeys over your skin.

After what felt like a lifetime, both his hands met at your back, unclasping your bra and pulling it off you to lie discarded on the floor with your blouse, hands then moving to unbutton your trousers, sliding them down your legs. “Gonna teach you a lesson doll.” His breath was hot against your neck, metal fingers trailing teasingly over your black lace panties. “Gotta teach you too much pleasure isn’t a good thing.” You gasped quietly, rutting against his fingers, loving how they nudged your clit just right. After being neglected for so long, even the slightest little touches felt amazing. “See? You’re still trying to fuck yourself against my hand. Just can’t get enough can you? Stupid little slut, just you wait. Gonna have you screaming. Right here on this table. Don’t care who sees. Cause you didn’t care either, did you doll? Didn’t care that Steve could’ve caught us? Just so long as you got a big load of cum shot down your throat.” Bucky only got filthier, encouraged by your needy whines and how your fingers were grasping his red top that you loved so much, drawing attention to the fact you were practically naked in front of him while he was still fully clothed. The realisation sent a shiver down your spine, making Bucky chuckle lowly in your ear.

“Please Bucky, I’m sorry.” You whimpered, feeling like you had been teased enough.

“For what toots?” He asked softly, holding your chin in his flesh hand while you rutted against his metal one.

“For being a little cumslut. I’m s-sorry I just… Needed to make you feel good.” You admitted, hoping he would take pity on you.

“Oh baby doll, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you. That perfect mouth did such a great job. But I still gotta teach you your lesson. You can’t pull shit like that and expect to not get punished.” He soothed and you nodded weakly in agreement. Without saying anything further, he plunged one metal finger roughly into your needy hole, making you squeal out. Without even giving you time to adjust to the first one, he pulled it out, thrusting back in with another. He knew how much you loved the metal fingers, enjoying how much heavier and thicker they felt inside you but you always needed some time to get accustomed to the stretch. You weren’t getting that luxury today though as he began to thrust them in and out of you roughly, tearing harsh sobs from your throat.

“Buck slow down please!” You squealed grasping his metal wrist, his eyes completely trained on the two metal digits slipping in and out of you effortlessly.

“Colour doll?” He asked, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from your needy pussy to your pretty face, absolutely adoring how it was already screwed up in pleasure.

“Green, so so green.” You gasped as he switched to a curling motion inside you, rubbing against your walls deliciously. “Ah, right there Buck, right there!” Your little gasps fuelled him, making him curl against you even faster.

“Oh baby, do my fingers feel that good? You’re close already toots, I can tell. You’re soaking my fucking hand babydoll, ready to cum already. Do it toots, cum for me. Gonna absolutely ruin you.” His voice was low and gravelly in your ear, fingers working you through the most intense orgasm. You ground yourself wildly on his hand, moaning quietly into his broad shoulder, unable to focus on anything except the sight of his fingers buried deep inside you. “So so pretty like that baby, did so well for me.” Bucky praised, fingers continuing to rub your walls even after you had come down from your high.

“You got another one in you doll? You’d better, cause I’m gonna make you keep cumming ‘til I think you’ve learned your lesson.” You squirmed under his touch but you couldn’t believe how wet you had become, thighs soaked with the evidence of your last orgasm as he tore another one from your body. The feeling of his metal palm grinding against your clit and his two fingers working inside you was only heightened by the fact you had already cum just a few minutes ago. “That feel good babydoll? You cumming on my fingers again? Silly little slut, you’re loving this aren’t you. Don’t worry doll, gonna keep going ‘til you can’t think of anything but me.” He hissed softly, rubbing you through the aftershocks of your second but equally intense orgasm. You didn’t even know it was possible to have two orgasms in such quick succession.

“Jesus Bucky,” you whimpered, trying to stay still despite how oversensitive you had become, knowing if you tried to pull away, he would force another orgasm from you as punishment. Without saying a word, the soldier pulled the metal digits from your pussy, keeping eye contact with you as he sank to his knees in front of you, holding your thighs apart.

“Well baby doll, I didn’t think you could get any wetter but look at that.” He hummed, index finger of his flesh hand trailing lazily over your dripping core. “Such a pretty picture like this doll, wish I could stay down here forever.” He trailed his head up the inside of your thigh, his nose tickling your sensitive skin, slight dusting of his stubble almost burning you. “Mhm, smell so sweet for me doll. Bet you taste even better.” Before you could even register what he had said, you felt his tongue swipe up you in place of his finger. You gasped out, clutching his long dark hair, feeling his tongue absolutely everywhere at once. His broad tongue was pressed flat against you, lapping up your sweet juices but neglecting your clit, which you were thankful for in the meantime. His filthy moans only added to your pleasure, knowing he was truly loving licking up the mess he had made of you. It didn’t take him long to begin probing your needy hole with his tongue, pushing into you gently, groaning lewdly at the feeling of more of your wetness coating his tongue. “You’re the gift that keeps on fuckin’ giving.” He laughed quietly before going back to lapping at your pussy like a man starved. It didn’t take you long to get worked up once more under his skilled tongue, your body telling you it couldn’t handle more pleasure but craving it all the same.

“More Bucky, please, little harder.” You whimpered, pulling his head impossibly closer to your core. He chuckled deeply in response, pressing his lips to your swollen clit and sucking harshly, making you practically scream. “Shit, shit, shit!” You chanted, curses falling from your mouth like a prayer as he sucked on the sensitive nub, tongue flicking over it at the same time. Without removing his mouth from you, he shifted his flesh hand from your thigh, two fingers slipping into you again as he continued to suck brutally. He couldn’t remember his cock ever being this hard before. He was so hard it hurt but the look of complete and absolute pleasure on your face would have kept him neglecting his own needs for the rest of his life if it meant you stayed exactly how you were right then. Your hips were grinding against his face, practically using his tongue for your own pleasure, letting the drag of his fingers ease you into a third orgasm. This one had you screaming, clenching your trembling thighs around his head, unsure if you needed him to stop or give you more. Your head was flung backwards, back arched, arms braced on the cold wooden conference table as you rode out your high on the soldier’s unrelenting tongue. You were a babbling mess by the time Bucky chose to stop, the pleasure completely overwhelming you.

“Holy shit doll, you did so good for me.” His voice was so much softer, smiling at you lazily, his chin glistening with your juices as he brought himself back up from between your legs. You were thankful he allowed you a few moments to cling to him, comforted by his racing heart and familiar scent. “What’s wrong sweetheart, was that too much?” He quizzed softly, cradling your head close to his chest in his huge metal hand. You paused a moment before shaking your head no. “Good. Cause I know my good girl has one more left in her, doesn’t she? Jus’ know you can give me another orgasm and then I’ll know you’ve learned your lesson, sweet baby.” He cooed, looking down at you like you’d offered him the entire world.

“I don’t know Buck, ‘m tired.” You whined quietly, still throbbing from the last three unbearably powerful orgasms he had ripped from your body.

“Colour babydoll?” He asked quietly, still holding you tenderly like you were the most delicate piece of porcelain.

“Green Buck, I can do one more.” You nodded weakly.

“Gonna give me everything you’ve got toots? So so proud of you, just knew you’d be a good girl for me.” He soothed, unbuttoning his jeans once again. You whimpered even just at the thought of the pounding you were about to receive, somehow still ready for it even though your body was exhausted. Bucky didn’t take any time to prepare, pressing against you until your body gave in and accepted him. He hissed out at the squeeze of your walls around him, unable to think of anything but how wet you were.

“So fuckin’ perfect for me angel. Can feel your little pussy throbbing ‘round me. You know how good you are, taking all this for me? My best girl.” He hoped his words would distract you from the painful stretch of his cock inching into you. “You doing okay baby?” He asked, cupping your face once more. The pleading look in your eyes as you nodded made him weak. “Need you to use your words toots.” He whispered, finally fully seated inside you.

“Mhm, ‘m good.” You managed to whimper making him chuckle deeply, pulling back out until just his thick tip was left inside you before thrusting back in. And god did it make you groan.

“My sweet baby, did all the pleasure make you dumb? Did ya think I was just gonna let you have all that fun under the desk and not ruin you afterwards? Maybe next time you’ll think about the consequences before you do something silly like that.” He had established a decent pace while he had been growling in your ear, making you feel every last ridge and swollen vein of his dick. Your whines were weak, almost pathetic as his cock sank back into you, every thrust seemed more electric than the last. You almost hated how aroused you still were, completely torn between needing him to stop and needing him to give you more.

“Buck please,” you pleaded softly, biting into the thick muscle of his shoulder as he sped up his thrusts, clearly having neglected his own need for far too long.

“ ‘S okay baby doll, I’ll take care of you. Lemme look after you toots, gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good. You trust me, yeah?” He gripped your chin in his flesh hand, never once slowing down his thrusts. You could only nod, lips parted to let your little needy sobs escape as his metal fingers slipped back between your bodies to rub your clit once more. “You hear how wet that little pussy is? You hear how bad you needed this? You’ve been so good toots, so so good. Can’t get enough of this sweet pussy. So lucky my best girl is such a little whore for me. Couldn’t love you more doll, I swear.” This man was absolutely relentless. If you still had the mental clarity, you would probably have questioned whether his hands or his mouth were making you feel more sinful, but in that moment, you just didn’t care. “You gonna finish just one more time for me, sweets?” He questioned, a thin sheen of sweat evident on his forehead. You did your best to nod your head yes in spite of yourself, arching your back and letting out the lewdest moan as his fingers sped up against you.

“Good girl, such a good girl. Knew you’d be so good for me. Give it to me baby, stop holding back doll, cum for me.” He whispered, barely any louder than a growl against your neck. His breath was so hot and the whole room smelt like him, making your head swim. Your fourth orgasm had your legs shaking, Bucky fucking you through every last wave. The noises Bucky tore from you were nothing short of screams, curses mingled in between cries of his name.

“Yes, just like that toots, perfect, ah, fuck.” Bucky gasped before his hips began to stutter, fucking you full of cum. He was kind enough to still inside of you, not fucking you too hard through your aftershocks, knowing it would be almost painful if he did. You both clung together, bodies sweaty and spent, your chest heaving as Bucky finally pulled out, a little dribble of cum leaking out of you.

“Such a pretty sight.” Bucky whispered lovingly, kissing your forehead then stepping back to take in the result of all his hard work.

“Can we sleep Buck, please?” You asked quietly, looking forward to one of those blissful naps in Bucky’s arms.

“Course baby, anything you want.” He agreed with a little smile, dressing himself before helping you make yourself look as presentable as possible for the short walk back to your room. He was so gentle, even taking the time to find all the buttons that had popped off your blouse, knowing you would probably want to sew them back on. Bucky helped you off the conference table and onto your feet, your legs feeling almost numb. He helped you out the door, closing it behind him before a voice from down the hall made you both jump.