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Faking It
Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes was in love with his girl—disgustingly, annoyingly so. Enough to start fights on the ice just to make sure he saw her after a game.
Word count: 3k
Warnings: This is FLUFF!! With HOCKEY MAN
a/n: This was originally something completely different but then I hated it so now it's all fluff and now I do not hate it. Pleaseeeee let me know what you think and if you enjoy it!! I love you thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️
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“Jesus Christ, Buck. Again?”
Bucky grinned, split lip tightening uncomfortably. When he turned to his captain, he had the gall to act oblivious. “What do you mean, captain?”
Steve gave him a disapproving look. “Give it up, pal. There was no need to pick a fight with that guy and you know it.”
“He was talking shit about the team!”
“They’ll always be a player talking shit about the team.”
“Then why’re you breathing down my neck right now, huh? We won. Be happy, Cap,” Bucky encouraged, slinging an arm over his shoulder. Steve raised a brow back at him but was clearly fighting back a smirk. Bucky could tell by the way his eyes lifted, contrasting his deep—albeit fake—frown.
In truth, Bucky had been looking for a fight. He’d been looking for a plethora of fights since the start of the season, and was usually quite successful with his venture. It had garnered him quite the reputation, but where the crowd saw it as a short-fuse on a large man, Steve saw it for what it really was.
An opportunity to see you.
And while Steve could appreciate the dedication, it made one of his best players ride out unnecessary time in the penalty box.
“I am happy. Just not with you,” Steve clarified, knocking Bucky’s arm away.
Bucky let out a sound close to a scoff. “Even with my extra time in the sin bin I still helped carry. It’s just part of the game, Steve. Gotta protect the team’s pride.”
“Yeah,” Steve drawled sarcastically, stopping in front of the locker room doors. “I’m sure that was your reasoning. What was it last game? Someone said something about your ma?”
“Hey, he did.”
“They always do.”
Heavy footsteps created a commotion in the hall, the rest of the team finally catching up with the pair. They funneled their way into the room for showers and a fresh change of clothes, and Steve stood with his crossed arms leaning against the wall, somehow still directing an admonishing look towards Bucky amidst the crowd. Bucky did his best to look baffled by the unspoken accusation, but then Sam Wilson passed by and Bucky’s ploy was disintegrated.
“Hey man,” Sam greeted, slapping a friendly hand against Bucky’s arm as he passed. “You let someone beat the shit out of you again so you could go see your girl?”
Bucky’s scoff returned, but this time Steve was having none of it. He kicked off of the wall and went to follow the rest of the team into the locker room. Bucky watched with a grimace, not only caught, but put on display.
“You know,” Steve called over his shoulder, not expecting Bucky to follow. “You’re dating the girl now. You don’t gotta keep up with this whole schtick.”
“I don’t have a schtick,” he called back. At the responding laugh from Steve, Bucky yelled, “I don’t!” but no one was listening to him. Or believing him.
But fine. If his schtick involved you, in any capacity, Bucky would admit to having one.
Some of what Steve said was right. Bucky was dating you now. You were his girl and that would imply total access to you all the time, whenever he wanted. He didn’t need to pick fights or feign injuries anymore (the latter never really worked anyways), because he had a key to your apartment. And you were in his bed more weekends than not.
But, damn, were you busy right now.
Bucky had never really considered how much schooling went into becoming a physical therapist until he met you. You were typically swamped with papers and tests and requests from Dr. Cho, but this past month had been exponentially worse thanks to finals. He had seen you about once a week if he was lucky, and that was a generous estimation. Add your crazy schedule to the alarming amount of away games he had over the past few weeks and he was champing at the bit to see you.
Bucky just prayed it was you in the training room today and not Dr. Cho. His odds were pretty favorable considering the team’s main trainer didn’t usually stick around after games if there were no major injuries, but there was always the off chance she let her interns go home early. But, knowing you, you would be in that room until the rink lights went off.
God, he loved you. Every overworked, high-strung bit of you.
He even loved the scolding look you shot him as he pushed open the training room doors, his bruises and cuts on full display. You dropped the pen you were tapping against an overflowing notebook and rocketed out of your rolling stool, and Bucky adored the way you stomped over to him, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the curse you clearly wanted to let free.
“Hey, baby,” Bucky smiled, this time ignoring the sting in his lip. “Funny seeing you here.”
You huffed, bringing careful fingers up to his chin. “Not very funny,” you mumbled. “Not when you look like someone hit you with their car.”
Bucky let you fuss for a moment, following your touch as you turned his head back and forth and examined his split knuckles. This was your job, so obviously he let you do it, but he enjoyed watching you. So he didn’t stop you from lifting his jersey up to inspect his middle, because how else would he catch the cute way you scrunch your nose up in concentration? If he pulled his hands away when you started testing the range of motion in his wrists, when else would he be able to track your lips as you softly counted and mouthed gentle confirmations?
Never. Because you were so damn busy.
“Missed you,” Bucky said after sneaking a kiss on your forehead while you were prodding at the bruise on his collarbone. “I’ve been missing you a lot.”
You let a small smile interrupt the disgruntlement on your face. Bucky grinned at the change, pressing another kiss to your hair while he still could.
“Did you miss me enough to send a right hook into that guy’s jaw?”
“Yes.”
Your smile was gone again. Now you looked aghast. “Bucky.”
“What?” he exclaimed, sliding his torn hands from your healing ones to wrap you in his embrace. “You want me to lie instead? Okay, fine. No, sweetheart, I didn’t start a fight just to have an excuse to see you. That guy got all these punches in on me because I’m out of practice, is all. I don’t think about you every waking second of my life, and while we’re at it, no I did not use your shampoo this morning because I miss how—”
“Okay, okay,” you laughed, resting your forehead on the divot in his chest. “I get it. Thanks for being truthful.”
Bucky relished in the feel of you. He had been slightly worried that his state would cause you to be more upset than anything. If you weren’t so tired right now, there was a high chance you’d be yelling at him because of his recklessness instead of resting against his chest. So Bucky jumped at the opportunity, trailing one of his hands up to cup the back of your head. He craned his neck down, burying his face into the juncture of your neck.
He hadn’t been lying about the shampoo.
“I miss you too. Even if you act like an idiot sometimes,” you mumbled against his jersey.
Something in Bucky felt lighter, warm. “Acting like an idiot’s the only way I get to see my girl.”
You hummed. “Sorry ‘m so busy.”
You had to be exhausted. Not even a single reprimand had tumbled from your mouth. Bucky had expected at least three.
“When’s the last time you slept, baby?” Bucky kept his voice low, his thumb making unconscious circles against your hair.
“I don’t know. In the night.”
“Okay, thanks smart ass.” Bucky jostled you a bit until your eyes met his. “I meant when did you last take a break? Get a good night’s sleep?”
You sighed, gaze trailing over his face. “Let me fix you up. Then we can play twenty questions.”
“Baby—”
“No, Buck, this is the training room, if you haven’t noticed,” you quipped, stepping back and rifling through a few drawers. “Take a seat and I’ll fix you. That’s my job.”
“Well, what about my job?” he grumbled back.
“You have failed at your job. Your job is hockey and you instead played human punching bag.”
“Not that job. My other job. The one where I take care of you.”
You spun on your heel, a basket of supplies resting on your hip. The sweater that engulfed your frame had the university’s logo stamped across the front, but instead of jeans or slacks—the usual uniform for PT interns—you wore leggings. Your hair was pulled back in the most endearing, pretty mess, and Bucky’s chest hurt as he looked at you.
“My tired girl,” he hummed, bringing his hand up to your cheek as you pushed him down on the exam chair. He sat if only to appease you, his feet still flat on the floor even with the tall seat.
“I’m only a little tired,” you weakly fought. Bucky chuckled in response, sanitary paper crinkling beneath him. “Now let me clean you up.”
You snapped gloves onto your hands and Bucky fought back a petulant whine. If he had been any other member of the team, those gloves would have been on the second they walked in the door. He should be grateful, then, that you only put them on when it was time to tend to his wounds, but he wasn’t. He missed you too much to feel latex instead of your skin.
Bucky’s lip stung as you cleaned it, but he hardly flinched. If he moved, he would miss the pretty way you bit into your lip as you stared at him.
“Remember when I’d be in here all the time?” he asked when you turned back down to grab antibiotic cream.
You let out a tired laugh. “How could I forget? You picked a fight every game. If that didn't work you’d come stumbling in here complaining about a torn ACL or whatever. Big liar.”
“I wouldn’t call it lying.”
The smile you gave him was replicated on his own face.
“You were literally lying.” You dabbed the cream on his lip, and then moved to the cut on his cheek. “You would come limping in here and then I’d see you an hour later running out to the parking lot.”
“You wouldn’t look at me if I wasn’t injured.”
“It was my job, Bucky!” you laughed, eyes giving away your amusement. “I wasn’t supposed to be fraternizing with the players. I’m pretty sure Cho only lets us be together because you wouldn’t leave her alone otherwise.”
Bucky moved his hands from his thighs to your waist, tugging you closer as you worked. “Hey, sometimes drastic measures are needed.”
“You called her multiple times a day… bought her an edible arrangement. Wait, didn’t you offer to drive her kids to school a few times?”
“It worked, didn’t it,” he posed, nudging his nose against your cheek. You giggled, lightly slapping his arm to get away.
“The edible arrangement was a good touch,” you relented.
Bucky released you as you wiggled from his grip, flitting around the training room to put supplies back. He spotted your backpack in the corner of the room, unzipped with the water bottle tipping out. When you sat down at the computer to document his care, which he found a bit ridiculous (you only put a bandaid on his face), Bucky walked over and gathered your things. He did so slowly so you wouldn’t notice; you probably had plans to stay at the rink for another few hours, and that was not okay with him.
With a final zip and your water bottle now standing upright, Bucky meandered over to your seated position. He hooked his chin over your shoulder as you worked, leaning over and tapping your phone screen for the time. His heart twisted warmly in his chest when he saw a picture of himself smiling under the 8:00 pm displayed on the homescreen.
After all the pining and work it took to get you, Bucky often felt this wasn’t real.
God, he loved you.
“I know what you’re trying to do,” you whispered, clicking away at the computer. “I still have some charting to do. Peter hit his head yesterday and I have to do the follow up work.”
Still in his uniform, Bucky wrapped you up from behind. Now you would both need a shower and he could get you to leave. He kissed the back of your head, and then your temple, and then your cheek as he craned his neck to watch you work. You smelled like fresh laundry and books and the subtle hint of your perfume.
“Parker’s fine. He was up and playing today. Let’s go home, baby,” Bucky murmured, most of his words spoken against your skin.
“I know he’s okay. But head injuries are a completely different protocol and I have to—”
“I miss you,” he reiterated. “And you’re working too hard. All the lights are off in the rink ‘cept for this one. Come back to my place. Let me take care of you.”
“Why don’t you shower and change first? I’ll leave with you once you finish.”
Bucky spun your stool around suddenly, one hand on your waist, the other reaching back to steady himself on the desk now at your back. “Oh no, don’t try to pull that on me. I get back in here, you’re gonna tell me you started something new you can only finish on the PT computer and you can’t leave for another hour. I wasn’t born yesterday.”
You let out a quick sigh, caught. “Well, what about—”
“Nope,” Bucky interrupted. He used his far hand to shut the facility computer and then guided you up. “You’re coming home with me. You’re gonna sit in the car while I drive you to my apartment and then we’re gonna take a shower together and I’m gonna make you feel so good you don’t even remember what a concussion is.”
“Bucky,” you chastised, hiding your face in his shoulder.
His laugh shook your head. “Still so damn shy.” He reached down to grab your bag, slinging it over his shoulder and placing a hand on the back of your neck, meeting your averted gaze. “Just me in here, baby.”
“I know. But you don’t have to be so vulgar.”
“Vulgar? Sweetheart, if you want vulgar I’ll tell you exactly what I’m gonna do to you the second we—”
You slapped your hand over his mouth, careful for the delicate skin there. Still, Bucky was sure you could feel his smile against your skin, and he fought back an even bigger one when he saw the embarrassed twist of your brow.
Slowly, he pried your wrist down, kissing the palm of your hand on the way. “Sorry,” he whispered, not sorry in the slightest.
You pursed your lips, flustered. “You’re such an antagonizer.”
Bucky could do this every day and never grow tired of it. It had been months now and he found himself only wanting you more.
“Can’t help it. I love you.”
Your faux annoyance morphed into a bashful smile, the kind Bucky remembered from his time faking injuries. It was reminiscent of when you were trying not to laugh at his jokes, or smile at his flirting, or give him any reaction he was looking for.
But he always got what he wanted in the end.
And, more than anything, he wanted you.
“That one do the trick?” Bucky asked. “Am I finally getting my girl to come home with me?”
When you looked up at him with raised brows and a smile twisted up at the corners, he knew you’d given up. Perfect timing, too, because—in all honesty—Bucky had been punched in the side during his on-ice tussle, and his ribs were starting to hurt. You were going to be pissed when you saw the bruise form tomorrow morning, but you would be pissed in his bed, so it was worth it to Bucky.
“I have to get a little bit of homework done when we get there,” you reasoned, pointing an accusing finger at your boyfriend.
He threw his hands up in surrender, dropping one down over your shoulders as you both walked out. “Okay, okay. Homework at my place, I got it.”
“That comes first, Bucky. Before anything else. Shower, then homework, and then… other things.”
“I know what first means, baby.”
“Good.”
But Bucky had other plans, and they did not involve homework. He was pretty sure you were ahead, anyways. Like, weeks ahead, actually.
“You eat dinner yet?” he asked, fishing his keys from his pocket.
You looked up at him, incredulous. “What did I just say?”
“What?” he defended, tugging you closer as the wind in the parking lot whipped at your clothes. “I can’t make sure my girl’s had dinner? What am I allowed to do?”
You only scoffed, tucking yourself further into his side. “Keep me warm.”
“Always, baby.”
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2023 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 4
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All Of Them are COMPLETED Series
1. Finding Home by @jobean12-blog
Bucky x Reader Animal Rescue AU
You meet Bucky while he’s out walking Alpine in the city. It’s love at first sight and to make it even better he just opened up an Animal Rescue, Shelter to Solider. But will his past stand in the way of him finally finding his home.
2. Welcome Home… Soldat? by @winterarmyy
Winter Soldier!Bucky x Reader
Y/N had make a habit of greeting Bucky a warm 'welcome home' everytime he came back from his missions, but there was one particular day when she unknowingly greeted someone else.
3. Winter Makes Ice by @subwaysurf45
Bucky x Hydra Experiment!Reader
you’re captured after a brawl at the Avengers building, Bucky and others must save you before Hydra makes a new Winter Soldier out of you, Bucky has given up that title.
4. ice ice baby by @endless-summer-soldier
College Hockey Player!Bucky x College Figure Skater!Reader
Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...
5. Right + Click + Save by @syntheticavenger
Bucky x Reader
Working from home has it’s perks, especially when it comes to helping a technologically unsavvy super soldier try to navigate a dating site.
6. Lonely Night by @marvelouslizzie
Roommate!Bucky x Reader
Your crush on your roommate gets out of hand. His smile ruins you in a way you never expected.
7. Like Breathing by @bucky-fricking-barnes
Bucky x Shifter!Reader
Bucky’s life in Cove is far from perfect, mostly because Cove’s residents want nothing more than to scare him away. Luckily for you, Bucky isn’t easily scared off.
8. Where Dreams Go To Die by @insomniumstella
Bucky x Avenger!Reader
Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.
9. Make the Wave by @lostgirlmuseum
Bucky x Reader
You invite both your best friend and your boyfriend to a three-day weekend getaway at a beach resort. This trip was meant to be relaxing, but tensions and jealousies rise as both Miles and Bucky fight for your attention.
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college athlete au fic recs
❤️ = fluff
😔 = angst
🔥 = smut
bucky barnes x reader
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for the love of the game - @pellucid-constellations
Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it. 😔🔥
one shots:
my everyday - @pellucid-constellations
Bucky Barnes was aggressive, annoying, and—worst of all—a hockey player. Not your type. At all. But, unfortunately, your roommate ❤️😔
friends for now - @buckybarnesowl
Steve, your brother from another mother, is the captain of the college soccer team. His best friend Bucky and your boyfriend Quentin Beck are on the team too. Beck’s bullshit goes too far and Bucky and Steve have had enough, pushing you to your breaking point. Seeking comfort from Steve, you find Bucky instead. ❤️😔
don't end today - @subwaysurf45
The day that you happily upgraded you from tutor to girlfriend all because of a few nice words. ❤️
hail mary - @barnesafterglow
when you start sneaking around with your brother’s best friend, it’s only a matter of time until you get caught ❤️
a little superstitious - @jadedvibes
The school's football team needs a win and a certain blue-eyed player could use a kiss for good luck to help make that happen ❤️
touchdown - @buckyseternal
you decide to reward your boyfriend after he scores the winning touchdown. 🔥
#jock!bucky#athlete!bucky#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes smut
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The Void Between Us - Chapter 1 Pt. 1
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Epigraph | Chapter 1 Pt.1 | Chapter 1 Pt.2
Pairing:
College Athlete!Bucky x Reader
Summary:
James “Bucky” Buchanan Barnes, is a dream formed from the glitter of campus sports media. Living as a figure who often gets admiring glances, makes it easy for him to attract the hearts of almost any girl with his charisma and sweet words.
However, he forgot that everything has a limit.
Until someone comes into his life so suddenly. As a walking paradox that melts in society. Its existence captivates with a shroud of mystery, so that no one really knows who it is.
And you are there to show those boundaries.
Disclaimer:
This is a fan fiction made for personal satisfaction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This is my first time writing on Tumblr, and English is not my first language, so I hope my writing is worthy enough to be enjoyed.
The Void Between Us © 2022 – Author: Vividly Twisted
Warnings:
This work deals with violence, inappropriate language, implicitly contains smut, suicidal tendencies, slow burn, slight angst.
Reader discretion is advised.
CHAPTER 1 | Pt.1 Three Means Destiny
Some say, if you accidentally meet someone you don't know three times―that's called destiny.
However, it seems that this sentence is not quite right when applied to the life of a Bucky Barnes. Because he is a top star quarterback with a beautiful face that adorns several campus sports columns. He met a lot of people―lots of girls―and not all the names remained in his head. Although some say they've met two or three times, in a class or at a party. Bucky never really remembered their faces or their names.
His name is talk. There's no denying that wherever Bucky goes to party, he's the life of the party. Having his own charisma, girls cast seductive glances, trying to get closer, like ants quickly swarming candy.
Bucky is always open to any opportunity (as long as it seems interesting to him). So he held a little longer the gaze that was most attractive to him. A few moments later he would end up in their dormitory, maybe in his car, or wherever possible. He didn't really care.
He knew exactly what he had to do to give these girl a boost of dopamine. However, from all his ability to snare without providing meaningful bait, he never really stayed.
Bucky Barnes is not open to an exclusive relationship.
But unfortunately the reverse law applies to him. Instead of making the girl leave the star, this statement actually made the girl compete in conquering him. However, at least until the fourth year of Bucky's study, he still held fast to his status.
Just thinking that he was bound a little longer with one of the girls alone made him cramped.
At least that's what Bucky believed―until he met you.
His attention that never really stopped on anyone, somehow found you. Even to the point where he can find you even in a sea of people.
No, it didn't just happen.
Come to think of it, that 'interest' started after three chance encounters.
One day, one week after his mother's birthday, Bucky attended an open exhibition of his college art department. He never had an interest in paintings or anything like that. It's just that weekend, his best friend, Steve, asked him to come together to replace Sharon. Yes, they had just broken up and Bucky was still sympathetic to his best friend for coming along.
When his best friend was immersed in paintings that don't know what their meaning was for Bucky. He finds another pleasure when a girl comes to him. "Oh, Bucky, didn't think you would come to a place like this," she greeted him, seeming to leave her sorority friends who were whispering behind her.
Bucky gave his smile. He just so happened to remember her name. “I also enjoy the creation of someone's hard work, Gina. Like these paintings for example.” he is clearly lying. But, isn't that the way to attract girl's attention? Say as if you like what they like, as if you have something in common.
"Really? Knew like that I could invite you to the party last Wednesday night. By the way, have you seen my work?" asked the girl named Gina with a little teasing wink.
"Oh, you're showing your work too?" he replied this time with his trademark grin and the next second he had been dragged over to view the piece. Acted like he was genuinely interested in what she had to say about her painting. Occasionally throwing compliments and saying in a whisper near the girl's ear.
"Wanna do some more fun, Bucky?" the girl asked when they had been around for a while with her hands still wrapped around Bucky's strong arms.
Raised his eyebrows at the offer. “Of course,” he replied without thinking twice. "But, at least I have to tell Steve―" his eyes roamed every corner of the exhibition area, but stopped on his blonde best friend who was talking to another girl, whom Bucky didn't recognize, "―oh, we can go out now."
The pleasure begins with a kiss on the lips, then a tucked tongue, and a wet kiss. Little haste. Holding her smaller body against the brick wall of the fire escape outside the building, deepening their kiss, Bucky was too good at this.
Fingers deftly took off Bucky's belt buckle. Laughing interrupted stealing breath. The girl broke their kiss, then pushed Bucky's body against the metal railing behind him and knelt down.
Bucky ran his fingers through her hair, saying sweet words before she did her job. Until the metal door upstairs sounded creaking and Bucky felt a wet and warm sensation enveloping him. Back then he didn't really care who would appear on the top rung of the ladder. Because, usually people will choose to leave, either annoyed or embarrassed right?
Inside his head which was slightly foggy at that time, Bucky heard the sound of footsteps approaching towards the end of the stairs above him, until he could see the silhouette of a girl's body. The yellowish light attached to the brick wall showed the face of the body's owner in the dim light. Ah, the girl who was talking to Steve earlier, he thought with a little shortness of breath because of the activity he was doing.
However, it seems that he wasn't entirely right about how people would react when they saw what he and Gina were doing. Because, the girl at the end of the top step was still standing where she was, looking at them. Was she shocked to the point of not being able to move? he asked himself, guessing.
Bucky could see that face even in the low light. Their two pairs of eyes met, staring at each other in silence. But Bucky still couldn't figure out what the girl up there was thinking.
Bucky's breath caught again every time Gina slightly twisted his tongue and at that moment the sound of a lighter was heard. Bucky could see the embers of the cigarette burning red, giving the girl's face a hint of warmth. A strange shiver ran through his body as the puff of smoke curling in the air disappeared to reveal a pair of eyes still looking at him. As if cold air had suddenly brushed against the nape of his neck, his body trembled slightly.
The girl was now leaning against the railing above. Remains not to say anything and just look. It was as if she was watching a show and she was judging. Bucky's body heats up, his head is a little dizzy, his breath short. He had never felt a sensation like this before from just a sucking down there.
"Gina," Bucky called out in a warning hiss and Gina quickened her pace.
Bucky's fingers lightly brushed the blonde hair beneath him, controlling the pace of Gina's head. His forehead was furrowed deeply creating a line between his eyebrows. A pair of eyes up there seemed to lock another pair of eyes that were struggling not to close. Traps Bucky's eyes to keep him in the eye. Until the last movement from Gina which gave a quick release that Bucky had never felt before.
Regulating his breath, which was a bit out of breath, Bucky broke eye contact and turned to look at Gina who was still kneeling beneath him, wiping the saliva on his chin. However, the next second was the sound of a cell phone ringing loudly, drawing both Gina's and Bucky's attention towards the source of the sound.
“Oh!” Gina exclaimed in surprise, immediately covering her face with the cardigan she was wearing, stood up and immediately ran to enter the metal door next to her. Thinking, that maybe someone was recording their activity just now.
Bucky, reflexively adjusting his trousers, fastened his belt buckle. Looking back at the girl above who seemed to be on the phone, Bucky's heart stopped for a moment when his eyes met the girl's again who didn't seem to take her eyes off of him.
“Me,” she said in a questioning tone, threw away her cigarette and stepped on the coals to death. "I'll be there in a minute."
Eye contact was broken and the girl left the fire escape, still talking to the figure on the phone. The iron door closed again and there was silence. Bucky was left alone, stunned.
That night, Bucky still didn't know what strange turmoil he felt at the bottom of his stomach, why his internal organs seemed to be working harder, and why his ejaculation was faster.
Because it was the first time he met you. Leaving your face with a slightly reddish color of coals in the dark of the night, and how your voice sounds as if nothing is disturbed, everything is clearly recorded in the head of a Bucky Barnes.
Too bad he doesn't know your name.
A/N:
This is my first time writing on Tumblr, and English is not my first language, so I hope my writing is worthy enough to be enjoyed. Honestly I'm not really sure anyone will read this, lmao, but since I love slight angst and Bucky so much, I'm writing this as an outpouring of my thoughts.
I thank you guys for taking the time to read this, and I hope you enjoy it. Love xx
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Kindness Connections
summary: When a night was ruined because I think no one wants me out with them, Bucky shows me just how well he listens. And I am powerless to the pull of the kind hunky baseball player.
pairing: Modern!athlete!Bucky x y/n
warnings: cursing, fluff, people being rude to reader, feelings of loneliness/isolation. Bucky has a dimple.
word count: 2K
a/n: this is the first piece I am posting here. this isn't the first story I've written though, I write to deal with overwhelming feelings and thought I might try posting one. Bucky fanfiction is a source of escape for me and helps me. I hope someone out there can escape in this and it helps them.
“…so I went to talk to Tony about it, and he just…” I trailed off giving an exasperated look as if to say, ‘you won’t believe his response,’ but when I refocus to continue the story, I realize no one is actually listening to me right now. A few noncommittal nods and brief glances before turning to face other people at the table, but no one cares at all what I’m saying, that I’m even talking at all. I’m left with an overwhelming surge of loneliness sitting at this crowded table in the middle of a packed bar and restaurant right in midtown Manhattan surrounded by millions—I’ve never felt so isolated.
I didn’t even want to come out tonight. Peggy insisted I join her and her new boyfriend, Steve, on their evening out with his teammates and friends. Being friends since college, I knew Peggy was being sincere when she asked me to come along. She wanted me to meet Steve and maybe click with some of his friends. I don’t think she realized though just how loud and packed this place would be. But sitting a couple places down next to Steve talking to his friends and being the doting new girlfriend, she’s kind of left me to fend for myself in this sea of people I have never met before, and most of whom seem used to being the centers of attention.
I’ve been a sports fan all my life but the certain entitlement to attention some (most, male) athletes hold is downright barbaric. This asshole, (Brad? Chad? Tad? Lad???) asked me both about myself and about my job. So I, the foolish girl that I am, told him about myself and my job which included some rather hilarious stories of my boss, Tony, being well meaning but altogether ridiculous now and then. These are funny stories. Crowd pleasers: short, to the point, hilarious, well delivered. This ain’t my first rodeo talking to strangers (potential friends), I know what sticks.
But this guy, and his surrounding harem, didn’t actually seem to care one way or the other about me. I guess he was trying to give me a chance to brush myself off and ask about him. His work. His life. When I failed my mission in the first ten seconds, he quickly turned to the accompanying women who knew their assignment and passed with flying colors. Actually sitting on some laps, women are throwing themselves at these guys. I can’t say I blame the guys wholly, if someone else was giving me exactly what I wanted I wouldn’t waste my time with the new girl who erroneously answers questions I secretly don’t want answers to. But they could have waited until I was done talking.
I hate this feeling, like no one actually wants me here. I’m not wanted at this table, in this restaurant, by anyone at all for a two minute conversation and that’s enough to bring tears to my eyes. I look down and blink rapidly, feeling ridiculous that these people are having such an effect on me, but I didn’t want to come tonight to begin with. This was a favor to Peggy, and she couldn’t even try to sit beside me so I’m not all alone? I’m tired, I’m annoyed, I’m overwhelmed, and I’m so fucking lonely I could cry. I just want to go home. I stand up with my half full drink and walk over to the bar to give it back to the bartender. He asks wordlessly if I want another, but I shake my head no. A quick trip to the bathroom to look just slightly less pathetic, and I’m headed home to the cat. She’s good at helping me get through this loneliness. And she’ll listen to my work stories till kingdom come. Maybe she’s my best friend. I could do a lot worse.
I text Peggy to let her know I’m leaving. She must have her phone right in her hand because she responds quickly with “I’m really sorry this got so overwhelming. Steve said let’s go out with a few friends… I didn’t realize he meant half the city of New York. Let me know when you get home, I’ll take you to breakfast in the morning. <3.” I’m really fucking sad right now because Peggy dragged me here tonight, but it’s not her fault her boyfriend’s teammates and friends are assholes. She’s a good one. I could do a lot worse.
I finish up my primping and leave the bathroom, hearing the voices and music of the crowd. There are so many people here, but at least the hallway to the bathrooms is relatively sparce and somehow tints the noise of the place.
I hear a soft clearing of the throat, and someone say, “what did Tony do?” I look up to see one of Steve’s friends who just left the other bathroom. He was two seats down from me and the only one not groping women fans and getting their flirt on (though, not because he didn’t have options). He’s definitely handsome. They all are. And most of them seem to know it. Not an excuse for being an asshole. I am briefly stunned into silence, though, by the gorgeous blue eyes that are staring into mine. They aren’t snarky or smirky or looking for an ego boost. These are incredibly kind eyes that match a small smile and faint blushed cheeks of a man who just nervously shoved his hands in his jean pockets.
He continues, “I was just…you didn’t finish your story out there and I wanted to know what Tony did. He sounds kind of wild.” He clarified nervously, shifting on his feet. I, however, am winning the award for best statue impersonator. I haven’t moved. Or stopped looking in his eyes. When he ducks his head and mutters a small “sorry,” and starts to walk away looking rather embarrassed I’m jolted to life.
“Oh! Yeah he is wild. Sorry, didn’t think anyone was listening.” My turn to shuffle my feet nervously and, being without pockets (fuck you, women’s fashion) I wring my hands together. “But yeah, Tony just completely dropped the client, no questions asked. It was not the reaction I expected.” I finish my story half-heartedly, already kind of forgetting where I had left off and not knowing where I lost the crowds interest.
This guy though doesn’t miss a beat. “What?! That’s crazy, he just turned the client down?” Must be a lucrative company if he can just turn away people like that.” Wow. So he was listening. Why didn’t I notice that, then? I looked around. Pointedly. Trying to find one person interested in the story. It was kind of a blur of bodies and noise, but I don’t recall seeing these gorgeous eyes on mine—that, I would have remembered.
“Yeah,” I shrug, still feeling rather defeated, “that’s Tony. Well, thanks for letting me finish, I guess, I’m just gonna…” I point to the hallway exit leading back to the crowd.
He cuts in before I can walk away. “Sorry Brock was such an asshole to you. He’s always doing that to people, its really shitty. I wish I got to sit next to you though so I could look at you while you talked, so you knew I was listening, but it’s so loud in there I had to lean in ear forward.” That explains why he wasn’t looking then. He’s explaining to me that he was listening. That’s nice. Much too kind for someone who looks like that. Might make me do something foolish, like fall hopelessly in love. “I hate these things. Steve promised this would be a small gathering, but Brock heard we were going out, tweeted about it and suddenly every baseball fan in New York is here.”
“You know Steve?” That’s a stupid question, they are on the same team.
He doesn’t make me feel stupid for asking it, though (again, the nerve), “yeah, he’s my best friend. He wanted me to come out tonight to meet his new girlfriend. We barely got to talk though because,” he gestures wryly to the crowd and noise.
“Oh, Peggy! She’s my friend and roommate and made me come out tonight to meet her new boyfriend Steve, but” I mimic his gesture about the environment of the place.
“Y/N! Yes, Steve told me you’d be here!” His eyes light up with recognition. “I didn’t realize you were her, that she is you.” He flounders and gives himself a contemplative cringe at his words. Great. He’s cute and awkward too.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”
“Bucky.” He extends his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
You shake his hand. “Nice to meet you,” I reply honestly. In the span of a two minute conversation I am feeling so much better. It really just takes some genuine kindness to make someone feel good about themselves. And it costs us nothing. Kindness, truly, costs us nothing.
He continues to shuffle his feet and bury his hands in his pocket. “So…are you leaving?” He asks after eyeing me clutch my crossbody purse.
“Yeah, this really isn’t my scene.”
He blows out a breath, “mine either.”
“Really? Aren’t you used to crowds and noise being a famous baseball player and all?”
“You’d think I’d have gotten used to it by now but no, I really hate these kinds of things. On a field is one thing—I’m focused on the game, doing my job without loads of strangers breathing down my neck or trying to sit on my lap.”
I cringe on his behalf, “yeah, that does sound suffocating.”
He looks at me for a long moment. “Are you set on going home? I didn’t actually get to eat anything here, and a few blocks down is a great whole in the wall type place with some great food.”
Did I actually fall in the bathroom and hit my head on the sink? No other logical explanation for what is happening to me right now. Let’s recap: gorgeous, hunky baseball player with kind eyes and disarming mannerisms who not only listened to my story but asked me to finish it is asking me out to a late dinner because he, too, is exhausted from this place stuffed to the brim with his adoring fans? He wants to go out with me? I am statue again. When he, again, looks away with a blush and embarrassment coating his cheeks I snap back to life and say, almost too loudly, “yes! Let me text Peggy really quick to let her know!”
He gets an adorable grin on his face, which introduces me to his left cheek dimple (aka the eighth wonder of the world) (also, the audacity), and says “great! Let me go grab my jacket and we can go!”
He rushes back to the table, as best he can in the sea of people, and I text Peggy my change in plans. She responds, again almost instantly, “I knew you two would hit it off! I was worried you didn’t get to meet because of the crowd. He comes highly recommended by Steve, who is highly recommended by me, so have fun!!! Text when you get home or need anything <3.”
“Also, Steve told Bucky he doesn’t expect him home tonight then smacked his ass when he walked away. Just letting you know. Steve’s a matchmaker sometimes.” I read from Peggy. I reply, “lol we both know that won’t happen but nice to know you found a fellow matchmaker to share your heart with :).”
Bucky comes back, jacket in hand, with a sheepish grin and a blush on his cheeks that mimics a sunburn. “All good?” I ask.
“Oh yeah just Steve being a punk, as usual,” he tried to deflect with a roll of his eyes but is still pretty flushed.
“Ready?” Bucky asks.
“Yes!” I reply, completely surprised but not at all disappointed when Bucky grabs my hand to lead me to the front of the restaurant, then doesn’t let go, as he leads us down the street. What a night it has been, truly upsetting but then all turned around by a little kindness and maybe a genuine connection with a great person.
#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barns x you#bucky x y/n#baseballplayer!bucky#athlete!bucky#bucky fluff#bucky barnes#modern!bucky
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I am trying to find more Demon!Bucky x Reader fics orrrrr Athlete!Bucky x Reader. If anyone knows one. Please please recommend it to me!
Thank youuuu! 💕
#fanfiction recommendation#bucky barnes × reader#demon!bucky#Athlete!Bucky#bucky barnes x female reader#sebastian stan fandom#fanfiction#fic rec#bucky fluff#bucky barnes
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Why can I imagine Ice Hockey Player!Bucky being exactly like this 😖😖
Like he’ll be so kind and gentle with children. PLUS, he so BEEFY and MANLY all the kids are like “how tall are you” or “how much can you lift”
And when one of the girls asks him “do you have a girlfriend?” He lifts his head to wink at you and goes back to the kids describing how he’s met the love of his life and your heart just warms at his words
UGH, currently dying from this thought.
(Maybe he’ll remind you just how much he loves you that very night, if ya know what I mean 🤭🤭)
I love everything about this, lovely! I could easily picture @yenzys-lucky-charm's hockey boys doing this! Or Bucky being a baseball player. Any sport!
But yes, just imagining an athletic, beefy Bucky signing autographs and smiling gently at the kids. Patiently answering every single question they ask. And, of course, the wink at you when they ask about his love life.
"I asked if she'd be my valentine and guess what?" He pauses for dramatic effect. "She said YES."
Cue the little girls saying "aww" as you try not to melt into a puddle on the floor.
AHH! I love this. I need this Bucky in my life. WE need him.
Love and thanks! ❤️
#navybrat answers#bucky barnes#hockey player!bucky barnes#athlete!bucky barnes#i need him#amathslutsguidetofandom#sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated#this could be a thing
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Kiss The Quarterback — Part One
When star quarterback Steve and his right-hand man Bucky lead their team to a National Championship, Senator Rogers takes it upon himself to invite the two young athletes to meet with him in person to celebrate their victory.
But the Senator has more than a congratulatory handshake in mind, and what transpires behind the closed door of the Senator’s office is beyond any reward the boys could ever have expected...
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 3.6k
Tags: gang bang adjacent, oral sex, blow jobs, dirty talk, humiliation (verbal and physical), degradation, voyeurism, authority kink, daddy kink, power dynamics, dom/sub relationship, orgasm control, free use, hand job, light subspace, edging, enthusiastic consent
A/N: Originally written as a birthday gift for our girl @rainbowsandcoconut, Sister K @howdoyousleep3 and I are so excited to finally share our first ever collaboration! This fic is POV switching, between Jock Steve and Intern Bucky. The scandal is only just beginning — Part 2 coming soon.
Find more of K’s Senator here, and my Jocks here.
“I’m gonna flirt with him.”
“Bucky, no.”
“I am, I’m gonna do it.”
“You are not gonna flirt with the state fucking Senator, Bucky. Don’t blow this for us.”
“Oh, I’ll blow something,” Bucky laughs, reaching to tug at the collar of Steve’s dress shirt. “You fuckin’ seen Senator Rogers? Guy looks like he could bench press you.”
Steve bats Bucky’s hands away, and turns to survey his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window; nervously brushing at his suit. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that? Fuckin’ knew I should’ve brought Wilson instead.”
“Jesus, Steve, would you relax? This is a privilege, remember?” Bucky says, dripping sarcasm as he parrots their coach’s words from earlier. “You brought home the championship, and now you get to shake the Senator’s hand, can you believe?”
“Oh my god, would you shut—”
“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes?” A woman with dark-rimmed glasses and a clipboard raps on the doorframe of the small waiting room, gesturing for them to follow her out into the hall. “The Senator is ready for you now. This way, please.”
The way Bucky grins when Steve looks his way does absolutely nothing to quell Steve’s anxiety.
“Showtime…”
“You just sit there and look pretty for our guests. You think you can do that for me?”
The Senator’s breath blows hot and damp across Bucky’s jaw, the drag of Steve’s teeth making him squirm in his chair. A small kiss to his chin is soothing but he wants one on his lips, huffs for it, fingers digging into the front of Steve’s suit jacket.
“Yes, Daddy,” he replies, easy like a hot knife through butter. He gets a kiss on his cheek for his troubles, but he’s needy, wants a proper kiss, right on his lips.
“You ever see these guys before? These college jocks?” Steve asks him with a grip of his chin, and Bucky shakes his head in response.
“I think you’re in for a treat, sweetheart. How hospitable are you feelin’ tonight?” he asks and what...what does that mean? Bucky’s eyebrows knit together in confusion until Steve clarifies.
“Should I offer up my slutty intern to these boys? Give them my own little present for winning the National Championship?”
Oh.
Bucky’s body clenches up immediately, neck going weak but the Senator holding his chin taut. This time he is given a kiss to his parted lips, one laced with the ghost of a smirk, one that drinks his whine right off of his mouth. It’s hypothetical, fantasy, an inquiry meant to make Bucky wiggle in his seat, but it makes Bucky achy.
His Daddy offering him up to someone else? The chance to make the Senator proud? Bucky is more than okay with that.
He purses his lips into the chaste kisses Steve gives him, but now he’s hungry, now he wants more, asks for it with a pull on Steve’s suit. The Senator bats Bucky’s hands away as he stands.
“Maybe Daddy’ll give you a little treat before you head home tonight if you’re good for me.”
Bucky has no chance to respond to Steve’s offer, swallowing down yet another disgusting whine instead of letting the older man hear it. Steve turns towards the sharp knock at the door, Bucky standing on wobbly legs and following suit.
“Gentlemen! I hear congrats are in order…”
Bucky almost falls right back down into his chair.
“Senator Rogers, thank you so much for inviting us to meet with you.”
“Oh, the pleasure is all mine. I’ve been watching you boys from the beginning of the season and now you’re here? C’mon, I had to congratulate you in person.”
Bucky is almost certain he’s walked into a wet dream. Chiseled jawlines, summer sky eyes, muscle and strength as far as the eye can see— these athletes have most definitely starred in some of Bucky’s recurring fantasies. Bucky is so taken aback that he barely makes out the Senator’s words as the blond, first through the door, turns to Bucky.
“This is one of my interns, James,” The Senator offers, and Bucky is nodding his head like he’s got a jar of marbles for a brain, reaching for the extended hand in front of him. The blond beefcake flashes Bucky a dazzling smile that has butterflies swooping down and all throughout Bucky’s belly and he introduces himself with a confident and kind, “Steve. It’s nice to meet you, James.”
Bucky barely has time to give proper attention to how warm Steve’s hands are, that grip, before Steve is moving to the side and—
Bucky almost bends to pick his jaw up off the floor.
“How’s it goin’?”
A second grip and handshake Bucky wants to hold tightly to, this time accompanied by a smirk that surely drops panties on the regular. There’s strength behind this handshake as well, an edge of cockiness that Bucky could grow addicted to. Dark hair pulled back, unassuming strength, the plushest mouth Bucky has ever set eyes on, and the axis of Bucky’s world has tilted.
The Senator, Bucky’s own Daddy, momentarily slips from the forefront of his mind until the older man is guiding, offering up a, “Sit, sit, please,” as he gestures to the sitting area. The notepad that Bucky has been clutching against his chest almost needs to be adjusted to cover his crotch, but he’s afraid that if he moves it whatsoever, his hands will wander to the endless amounts of tightly-packed muscle spread out in front of him.
He manages to find his seat in the chair next to the Senator’s, coffee table between their pair of chairs and the leather couch the two athletes seat themselves at. When he looks up and over at the man to his left, the man who just kissed him breathless before inviting these jocks into his office, the Senator is already looking over at him.
Bucky wrings his hands when the state rep gives him a knowing look and a wink.
“When I invited the Quarterback I wasn’t sure who you’d bring, but I should have known it would have been your right hand man. You two make quite the duo out there on the field, don’t you?”
Bucky has never really been a fan of sports. He goes to games, enjoys the atmosphere, but won’t seek it out on his own. He doesn’t understand but a handful of details about sports as a whole, and he feels himself begin to detach from the conversation playing out in front of him. All he knows are the things that have been mentioned in passing: these two men are on the football team that won the National Championship, one is the Quarterback, and they’re here on Capitol Hill in order to meet with the President, which they had done earlier that day.
He’s sure he would have paid more attention to sports over the past few years if any of the athletes had looked like this.
Steve looks like he could carry Bucky around on his hip with one arm, has the biceps to show it, the shoulder span no doubt proof of that as well. Bucky feels like he might begin to sweat under the collar of his shirt when his eyes lock with that plump bottom lip.
He wants to sit on that bottom lip.
He blushes furiously, knows his cheeks have to be opaque and obvious. Damn the Senator for planting the seed of fantasy in his brain with a kiss seconds before inviting these men into his office. How is Bucky supposed to have any thoughts that aren’t laced with sex?
When he diverts his eyes away from Steve in hopes of reeling himself in, he’s met with a smirk on a mouth that might be more sinful than the Quarterback’s. First his lips, the suggestive smirk, then the eyes and Bucky has never felt so caught in his life.
The dark-haired Wide Receiver is just as startlingly handsome as Steve is, within that sphere of beauty that has Bucky’s pants growing tighter by the second, yet somehow different. Steve almost looks like someone Bucky wants to rough up, a pretty face, eyes that Bucky wants to see messy with tears. He wants to rock himself in Steve’s lap and possibly make him beg. But this other guy?
Bucky wants this hunk to shove him face-down into the mattress and make him squeal.
The added raise of an eyebrow has him suddenly and desperately thinking of a valid enough excuse to leave the room to get his shit in check. There is business to conduct, pleasantries to be had, and Bucky can’t sit here fantasizing about the plethora of ways he can manage to take both of the athletes on this couch.
He’s so in his head he hasn’t realized the silence surrounding them all and...it isn’t a pleasant silence. What had Bucky missed? He glances over at the Senator and wishes he had more time to divert the conversation elsewhere, to see if that familiar sneer can be muffled by pointless small talk.
But nothing could prepare Bucky for Senator Rogers to open his mouth and say, without reservation, “So, Steve, you play this good ‘cause he’s suckin’ your dick, or is he suckin’ it ‘cause you keep on winning shit?”
Steve’s distantly aware of Bucky barking a laugh that rings way too loud in the confines of the office, but he can’t compute anything beyond the words that have just left the Senator’s mouth.
Only moments ago, they were talking about the rigors of training schedules and pre-season diets, and now suddenly the Senator is hitting Steve with the one question he’s been living in mortal fear of ever since he and Bucky started their...whatever it is they’re doing.
Steve doesn’t even know whether it’s a genuine question or just a joke, and he’s sure it’s written all over his face that he has absolutely no fucking idea how he’s supposed to respond.
“What, um...what do you…”
“Oh, come on, kid,” the Senator rocks back in his chair, smirking conspiratorially. “You don’t have to play dumb in here. You might have the rest of your team fooled, but you’re not gonna sit there and tell me it’s all just sportsmanship I’m seein’ between you two.”
Steve can only stare, mouth agape and any words he might otherwise hope to speak immovably lodged in his throat. He looks over at Bucky, the pleading look of a drowning man, but Bucky’s fucking cackling; throwing his hands up with a resigned shrug.
“He ain’t wrong, pal,” he grins back at Steve. “My mouth is the real secret to your success.”
“Bucky, I really don’t think we shou—”
“Hey, hey,” the Senator holds up his hands in a placating gesture, “don’t worry, it’s not gonna leave this room.” His gaze flicks over to the young intern seated next to him, and drifts slow down the length of his body, “...We all got our secrets.”
Steve’s stomach flips at the brazenness of the gesture. There’s nothing subtle about the way James shivers under the Senator’s attention; everything about their rapport screaming headline-in-the-making.
Senator Rogers is doing fuck all to hide it, too, which is making Steve feel hot in ways that have nothing to do with the tight fit of his suit or the unseasonably warm weather.
“Scandal recognizes scandal, don’t it, Senator?”
Steve’s head whips round at Bucky’s drawled remark.
Bucky’s sitting there, completely unflinching in the cocky set of his smile, meeting the full force of the Senator’s surprised stare head-on, and Steve doesn’t know whether to apologize on Bucky’s behalf, or just stand up and show himself out.
He chances a look over at the intern, whose rose-flushed cheeks have bloomed a darker shade of crimson; his eyes carefully glued to the notepad clutched in his lap, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
It’s a painfully awkward moment. The entire room is silent save for the heavy, rhythmic tick of the grandfather clock inset into the bookcase, and Steve’s screaming internal monologue, which he’s only half certain no one else can hear at this point.
“Senator Rogers, I…”
He’s not sure what he plans to say, he just knows he needs to say something before the tension in the room reaches critical point.
But then, inexplicably, the Senator grins.
“It’s alright, Steve,” he sighs. His eyes don’t budge from their deadlock on Bucky, but they narrow a little as he regards him. “I had a mouth on me too, when I was young.”
Steve looks back and forth between the Senator and Bucky, noting the dusting of pink that’s crept onto Bucky’s cheeks.
He also notes - with great interest - that Bucky is the one who breaks first, dropping his gaze to the coffee table situated between them.
“Mm, that’s what I thought,” the Senator hums.
He tilts his head, smiling something calculating as he watches Bucky squirm in his seat. He doesn’t let up his stare, even as he speaks to address his intern.
“James, would you go and close the door, please?”
Bucky looks up at that, looks at Steve with a question in his eyes. But Steve is watching the intern, whose face has done something indecipherable at the request.
“Of course, sir,” James responds immediately. He rises from his seat to head for the door, but he doesn’t make it two steps before Senator Rogers is stopping him with a hand gripped firmly on his arm.
“Of course, who?”
James’s breath catches audibly in his throat. He looks at the Senator; looks over at Steve and Bucky, and then back again, his eyes wide.
Steve doesn’t know exactly what he’s expecting to happen next, what it is the intern said wrong in that exchange, or what the Senator is wanting from him. But he sure as hell isn’t expecting the next words that come out of James’s sinfully pink mouth.
“...Of course, Daddy.”
Bucky’s whole body tenses at Steve’s side. “Holy shit,” he whispers, leaning in to get at Steve’s ear. “I’m gonna make you call me that.”
“No you’re fuckin’ not.”
There’s a part of Steve that’s saying he and Bucky should probably get up and leave right about now. But there’s another, louder part that wants to find out where the hell this is all going, and what the Senator could possibly have in mind that warrants a closed door.
More to the point, Steve’s pretty damn certain that he wants to be a very active part of whatever Senator Rogers has in mind.
He watches James walk over and push the heavy oak door shut; the click of the latch resounding through the room. It feels like they’re about to be let in on something illicit, sitting there as the intern closes them all into the privacy of the Senator’s office together.
It becomes really fucking clear that that’s exactly what’s about to happen, when James turns to come back to his seat, and Senator Rogers raises a hand to halt him in his tracks; snapping his fingers, and pointing to the floor by his feet.
“Crawl,” he growls.
The intern sinks lithely to his knees with a soft whine; his gaze fixed glassy and wanting on the Senator, and the practiced ease of the movement isn’t lost on Steve.
James moves like he’s done this a thousand times, shoulders and hips rolling slow as he shifts forward on hands and knees. The implication of it has Steve’s head spinning; has his cock twitching behind his zipper.
He looks up to find the Senator staring right at him with a knowing smirk.
“He’s something, ain't he?” Senator Rogers cocks his head toward James, now kneeling at his feet. “Fuckin’ nightmare trying to find a good intern these days, I swear.”
“Yeah…I don’t think they cover submission in PoliSci,” Bucky scoffs, though Steve can hear the faint tinge of awe in his voice.
The Senator must catch it too, because he pins Bucky with a look and slowly extends a hand down towards James, two fingers outstretched.
“Indeed not, Mr. Barnes,” he sighs as James takes his fingers into his mouth, “James is what we call a ‘natural talent.’”
If they were anywhere else, Steve would be screaming. He’d be smacking Bucky on the arm, and pointing wildly across the room, and asking if this entire fucking thing is some unhinged dream.
Because there is no way, no way, that the actual, real life Senator Rogers is sitting across from them, making direct eye contact as his fingers get a suck job from his intern...who is unashamedly making sex noises, and all but rocking his hips down into the floor as he works his mouth around his boss’s digits.
It’s a scene plucked straight out of a porno - one that Steve would save in his bookmarks bar, and create a desktop shortcut to, and have a link pasted into the notes section of his phone, just in case he somehow lost his other access to it.
It’s all so deeply wrong, and Steve knows that objectively he should be feeling a whole lot of things about what he’s seeing right now...but it’s fucking hot.
The Senator is hot, and the intern is fifty shades of Steve’s type, and Steve’s never had much of a poker face when it comes to seeing something he likes.
“Think you’ve got a fan, James,” the Senator rumbles.
He slips his fingers free from between James’ spit-slick lips, hushing him when he whines and gripping him instead by the chin.
“Lucky for you, Steve,” the Senator begins, “James here was just telling me before you boys came in that he’s feeling particularly generous today. Ain’t that right, sugar?”
Steve’s pulse rate goes through the roof as the intern nods, flicking his tongue out over his lips.
“Yeah, you’re gonna be real hospitable, aren’t you?” The timbre of Senator Rogers’ voice dips dark as he leans in to speak right up against James’ lips. “Gonna treat our guests nice, make sure everyone’s taken care of…”
James is nodding vehemently; huffing soft, breathy moans that are going straight to Steve’s dick.
Bucky’s not faring much better; keyed-up energy coming off him in waves as he sits there with fingernails dug into his thighs and his breaths shuddering slightly on the exhale.
Steve desperately wants to know what Bucky’s face is doing right now, but he couldn’t look away from this if he tried; his stare fixed on the flush creeping down beneath the intern’s collar as he hangs on the Senator’s every word.
“Give Daddy a kiss,” Senator Rogers commands.
He sits back just enough to see that James has to work to reach him, but reach him he does; fighting past the Senator’s grip on his chin with a frustrated huff that only makes the older man laugh.
When their lips meet, the Senator doesn’t so much kiss his intern, as he allows the intern the privilege of kissing him, and it’s clear that James knows where the power lies. He knows, and he’s weak for it; kissing Senator Rogers like he’s trying to prove a point.
Steve doesn’t even realize he’s tucked a hand between his own thighs to press at the ache in his dick until the Senator pulls back, eyeing Steve pointedly and using his grip on the intern’s chin to turn his face toward Steve.
“Now look at that, I think the Quarterback’s feelin’ a little lonely over there...Go show him how well you keep a lap warm, James.”
Steve’s pulse turns erratic as he watches the intern slowly get to his feet and walk towards him. Senator Rogers is murmuring encouragement aimed at the both of them, telling Steve to relax and prompting James to ‘be a good host’, but Steve still feels like he’s been sprung doing something he shouldn’t when the intern looks at him from under his lashes, and sinks down to sit across his thighs.
“Goddamn,” Bucky breathes, shaking his head. “Tell him he’s pretty, Stevie, I wanna see if he blushes.”
Steve swallows hard. James feels so slight in his lap, almost dainty in the way he’s perched, and Steve just about has to sit on his hands to stop them migrating to the guy’s waist just to see if they can span around his middle. He is pretty, even more so up close with his cupid’s bow lips and the little dip in his chin, and the vaguely glazed look in his eyes like getting passed around is all he’s ever wanted in life.
But that doesn’t change the fact that the Senator is watching Steve’s every move with an inscrutable smile, and Steve has no clue where the limits are in this situation.
“He’s, uh...he’s…”
“Oh, your boy’s shy, huh?” the Senator grins at Bucky. “Get a little dumb with something sweet in his lap?”
Bucky huffs a laugh, kicking a foot out to scuff at Steve’s. “With anything in his lap.”
“Mm, there’s something about these easy boys, ain’t there?” Senator Rogers sighs fondly with a tilt of his head. “How does he like to be kissed?”
The intern tenses in Steve’s lap, gasping quiet to match Steve’s own.
Bucky looks at Steve’s mouth as he answers, flippant like Steve’s not right fucking there. “Kissing’s not part of our deal, I only ever did it once. But if I remember right, he almost shot off from having that fat bottom lip sucked.”
Senator Rogers hums an approving sound. He settles back in his seat, turning his attention back to Steve and his lapful of vaguely trembling intern.
“Go on then, James,” the Senator nods, uncrossing his legs and letting them splay open a little wider as he looks on. “Kiss the quarterback.”
...to be continued
#stucky#steve/bucky#maddiewritesstucky#howdoyousleep#JockVerse#senator and intern#senator rogers#intern barnes#senator rogers and intern barnes#jock steve#jock bucky#college athlete au#howdoyousleep kinktober 2022
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HI 🫶🏻🫶🏻 it’s the mind reader anon !! can i please request for “I’m not as good as you think I am.” X “Maybe, but you’re everything to me.” OR “nobody needs me,” x “i need you.” with bucky barnes?
YEAH SURE USING AN EMOJI DIDNT COME TO MIND BUT im gonna use this from now on 🐙
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I HAD 3 CUPS OF STRAIGHT BLACK COFFEE AND WROTE THE WEIRDEST THING I'VE EVER... EVERED. HERE IT IS!! I'M SO SCARED OF MY OWN BRAIN RIGHT NOW!! I LOVE YOU!!
the eggs benedict to your mass production
college! himbo!bucky x tutor! cynical!reader (and both of them are stupid)
notes: absolute crack, it's all just infatuated bucky going from himbo to educated, emotionally mature feminist king like every other word, mutual pining, swearing, a shit ton of dialogue but it's good fucking dialogue, dramatic bucky, you're stupid, he's kind of stupid but like no, just read it and find out i swear it's worth it
w/c: 2k
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“you’re really good at this, you know,” bucky whispered, his peppermint breath caressing your face. he was tucked into your side, one elbow on the table, one arm around your chair—sure, maybe it was a bit too close to be professional, but neither of you was complaining.
“thanks,” you murmured, not bothering to glance up and meet his eye, partially because you were concentrated on the work in front of you, and partially because you knew you’d get flustered and expose your big, fat crush on the boy who’d, for some reason, was taken by you.
well, not “taken,” exactly. he wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, though both of you wished that could be true; both of you also did not realize your feelings were reciprocated. in more specific terms, he was taken, as in ‘awed by,’ your determination.
whether that be your raised hand, steady and confident in class, or the quick wit that you weren’t afraid to weaponize against anybody who dared challenge you, or even the determination you’d initially had to avoid him.
bucky knew he wasn’t exactly in your league, so to speak. your social circles might as well be different planets, but he figured you were an actual planet and he was your moon, circling around you, forever and ever trapped in your gravitational orbit. (at least, that’s the comparison he would make if he was passing physics.)
and that’s how you’d met him. you had lingered after class was dismissed to finish writing down the last of your notes, while bucky had hung back because the teacher needed to talk to him about his grades. to bucky’s delight, the refreshingly disinterested girl who would’ve never given him a second glance without necessity was the tutor that your teacher had recommended.
call him a masochist, but he loved that you treated him with just as much disdain as you treated the rest of his friends. it was… an unpopular opinion. att least, his friends—consisting of three-quarters of alpha delta theta and a little less than half the school’s men’s lacrosse team—certainly thought so.
bucky shifted in his seat, sending another wave of his cologne your way. you tried not to show how much he was affecting you, but you broke immediately when the arm he’d been resting on the back of your chair had finally snaked itself over until his fingers had settled on your shoulders. he began massaging small, slow circles into your skin, and you thought you might melt and mold yourself into the chair.
“okay, i- i think this is pretty good.” you scooted your chair away from him just an inch with reluctance; he smelled wonderful and had a warm presence and was so, so lovely… however, you were here to help him with physics, not get seduced. (though you’d obviously prefer the latter.)
a momentary flash of disappointment—or was that hurt?—crossed his face before it settled into its usual expression; in other words, he was gorgeous and he knew it.
“it’s not pretty good,” bucky took the paper from your hands with his eyebrows pinched in concentration. your stomach sank. “it’s amazing, doll. how are you- fuck, why do are you so beautiful and so, so smart? you’re killing me, here.”
you begged to differ. you were the one on the verge of combustion.
you pursed your lips to hide the embarrassingly exposing beam that threatened to escape and reveal your hopeless affinity for a man who was obviously out of your league. you wanted to hate bucky, you really, really did, but it made sense why he was able to pull whichever strings he wanted to. he was charismatic, confident, and had a way of leaving people in a dreamy, delirious daze that made them vulnerable to whatever kind of intention bucky had. he’d passed numerous classes that he had decidedly failed, slept with too many people to count—his pool was endless; male and female both—and had somehow managed to talk himself out of a suspension after he’d managed to break a window.
so was it wrong to be wary of his advances? as far as you knew, he was still “talking” to your roommate’s ex-boyfriend’s lab partner (though it seemed as if not many words were being exchanged in their ‘conversations’) and supposedly was hooking up with the quarterback.
but those could be rumors, your inner naive schoolgirl with a crush said. rumors have an element of truth to them, your rational side said. you interact with less than half the number of people he’s friends with, your cynical side said, and he’s only talking to you so he can go back to his theta kappa beta alpha friends and make fun of you.
“bucky, i appreciate the… compliments, i really do. and i mean this with, uh, kindness, but don’t you think it’s a little… immature? manipulative? i don’t know, i just-”
this time, the crestfallen look on bucky’s face lingered, and it was most definitely one of hurt. “manipulative? sweetheart, i’d never manipulate you into anything, oh god no! i don’t und-”
“well, you’re always making fun of me so you can get some reaction out of me, and i don’t understand the appeal of trying to- to fluster somebody for entertainment, and maybe it makes this whole ‘tutoring session’ more interesting for you, but damn it, that’s not fair to me!” you snapped, eyes narrowed with malice.
you expected bucky to reciprocate. to hiss at you, or deny it, or make some vaguely misogynistic comment, but he just sat there, like a kicked puppy that had also been caught in the rain. he licked his lips enticingly and his eyes flickered down to… your lips? was that it?
the gall of him, to continue to mock you even after you’d confronted him.
bucky laughed bitterly, shaking his head. his knee was bouncing and it was giving you secondhand anxiety. “i can’t- ha, i can’t believe you’d think that’s what- have i not been obvious enough? i don’t understand why- why you don’t understand. i like you, a lot, actually. i have since the first week of physics when you told the professor he was wrong and then pulled out evidence.
“why would you think that i’m…” he looked at you incredulously, “making fun of you? if anything, you’re the one who’s teasing me! i’ve been trying to, well, yeah, i’ve been trying to get a reaction out of you so i can see if you feel the same way!
“and you always seem to do this little routine, where i’ll try and ask you out or- or tell you that you look pretty, or ask you questions about yourself and you do this fucking scrunch,” he pointed to his face, “on your nose, and it kills me. and it kills me that you always scoff at me like i’m nothing but you’re like… the whole world, or something. you’re like, the bonnie to my clyde.”
you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling, not wanting to spoil his rant. “bonnie and clyde were serial killers,” you whispered amusedly. bucky looked at you, took a mental note, and continued without correcting himself.
“you’re the… apple to my eye. the chicken to my egg. and the… alpha theta to my kappa beta. and i think you’re incredible, i really do, but you won’t even give me the time of day. so yeah, i don’t understand why you think i’m the one manipulating you.
“there’s obviously a social power dynamic here,” bucky added, waving his hands around like that would help make his point clearer. “you’re cool and smart and people love you, and i’m like, a piece of shit, kinda. so i guess it makes sense why you don’t like me.
but that’s beside the point. you have the dominant position in this relationship because you’re the one tutoring me; therefore, my performance relies on your decisions. you wield the power of controlling my gpa or whatnot. and did i mention that you’re smart and pretty? so basically, you’re just better than me which means in society, aka the individual social bubble that is every academic institution, you have more, um, influence than i do. you’re like, the prefect, and i’m the dude you report for breaking curfew. or you’re like, the ta, and i’m the guy whose essay you rip apart.
‘cause you’re like, shit, you’re so wow. and i’m so, wow,” he said the second bit with exaggerated sarcasm and a dramatic eye roll. “and i learned about all this in women’s studies, so if you think i’m pulling this out of my ass, go talk to bell hooks and simone de beauvoir, alright? i’m not, like, trying to manipulate you into a date or anything—not that i’d complain about getting a date, or like, just a shot, and i mean shot as in chance, not as in alcohol—i just really like you. like, like-like you.”
bucky took a deep, shuddering breath after his profession of infatuation. you gaped, probably comparable to a fish, at the frat-adjacent, notorious fuckboy, and delectable specimen of a man in front of you who also took women’s studies and also seemed to genuinely want to take you out on a date—though you weren’t particularly sure about the second one since his explanation was very long and not very easy to follow—that you’d severely misjudged.
“i-” you sputtered, for once, out of wit. “that’s so… nice.” you fiddled with the paper that the two of you had been working on. you could hear the sound of bucky’s heart shattering from where you sat.
you hung your head in your hands, bewildered. “okay, you said you didn’t understand what i said but now i’m not understanding what you said because you’re saying i’m all… admired and intellectual and alluring and, powerful, even, but i- i’m not. bucky, i’m literally sitting in the library tutoring you on a subject i suck at because i have no other weekend plans and because i’ve been bullshitting my way through this class and the professor just so happened to eat it up.
“i don’t know what i’m doing either, bucky. i’m not- i’m not as good as you think i am. i’m… if we’re going back to that stupid chicken-egg analogy, you’re like a crowing morning rooster and i’m an egg produced by a capitalist’s hellish factory farm that’s dropped on the ground and will probably grow mold before someone cleans it up.” you paused. “oh wow, that was a way worse metaphor than yours, wasn’t it?”
bucky shook his head, a brilliant, dopey smile slowly growing on his face. “no. no, that was… so beautiful. you’re so smart,” he insisted, and it seemed like he genuinely believed it. “you think you’re some- some rotten egg, but to me, you’re an eggs benedict that’s been approved by gordon ramsey. you keep saying all these self-deprecating things and y’know, my therapist says that’s really bad for your subconscious perception of yourself and your value, and i know i just said that you’re smart but you’re actually being so stupid right now. because i think you’re really awesome. so…”
bucky swung his legs under his seat, which was really awkward because his legs were already so long that his knees were brushing the top of the table, so it looked more like he was trying to kick the table apart.
“can i kiss you?” bucky breathed, eyes scanning your face with pure adoration.
“absolutely not,” you grimaced, planting your hand on his face and pushing it away. “don’t push it. but… how does dinner at 7 tonight sound? not the cafeteria shit, i’ll take you somewhere nice. and don’t get it twisted, i’m asking you out, okay?”
bucky nodded eagerly, going from kicked, wet puppy to newly-adopted, instagram account worthy puppy. “i- wow, thank you! wow. i’m so- yes, i will be there. should i get flowers or are you going to do the flowers thing? because i really like you a lot and i don’t want to mess this up and-”
“i’ll do the flowers. and the picking you up. and if you’re a good boy, maybe you’ll get a kiss at the end of the night. does that sound okay?”
it sounded more than okay to bucky.
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college!Bucky has a special place in my heart
#bucky barnes#marvel#fanfic#he’s so babygirl#college!bucky#i love him your honor#i think i’m obsessed#college athlete bucky? even better#anyway
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Tiger Tuesday: Princeton’s tiger rides Bucky the Bison on the cover of the Princeton-Bucknell football program, September 29, 1984.
Athletic Programs Collection (AC042), Box 10
The entire Tiger Tuesday series
#1980s#tiger#TigerTuesday#Princeton#Bucknell#football#PrincetonU#Princeton University#sports#athletics#mascot#cartoon tiger#Bucky the Bison#Bison#Princetonsports
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What You’ve Got
Pairing: Athlete!Bucky x Reader
Summary: With Bucky’s professional career taking off, you couldn’t be more proud. But the major leagues can open a lot of new doors for people, and you’re left wondering if what you have is still enough.
Word count: 3k
Warnings: Angst, insecurities, ftlotg!bucky and his lovely simp self <3
a/n: This is a oneshot for my series ‘For the Love of the Game’, but it can be read by itself for some baseball bucky fluff :)
Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist
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He had no idea who you were—that much became clear the second he plopped down in the seat beside yours and started talking about Bucky’s many admirers.
You hadn’t really expected the assistant manager to recognize you. With the new recruits only just joining the team, you were still a newbie in the stadium. And that was fine; you’d have plenty of time to get acquainted with everything in Bucky’s work-life as time went on.
Just not right now, and definitely not as some guy named Joe—as his name tag suggested—glanced down at your “Barnes” jersey and decided that you’d enjoy the inside scoop on the Dodgers' newest pitcher.
“You should see him after the away games, signing like a million jerseys,” he grinned, and your pride swelled. Until he continued. “Getting like a million phone numbers too. I swear, that guy’s a legend.”
Your chest twisted uncomfortably, the laugh you let out half-hearted at best. “Oh, I bet.”
Joe continued, “The ladies in the PT room love him too. I hear them talking about him every time he comes in to get his shoulder iced.”
You bit into your lip as he dove into another story, thumbing the plastic edge of your popcorn container. You’d probably hand the box over to Nat when she met you in the stands; your appetite was shot and not likely to return for the rest of the night.
You attempted to tune Joe out as the team began warming up, searching the field until you finally spotted Bucky. He was swinging his arm out and laughing at something Steve had said, the simple sight of him easing some of the tension in your body. Because he was yours, and you were confident in that.
At least you were…about twenty minutes ago.
“Supermodels love baseball players, you know?” Joe said, a mouthful of chips finally reaching your ears. “And they show up in those little skirts, finding their way onto the field after games. Lots of them ask for Barnes.”
The leggings you picked out this morning suddenly felt foolish, and you covered your knees with your palms as if that would make a difference. Your jaw felt impossibly tight as Joe started talking about the following your boyfriend now had on social media. You wanted to calm down, but the nausea sweeping through you felt anything but calm.
Bucky was talking to supermodels? And flirty physical therapists? And girls that were throwing their numbers at him? You knew that he was going to garner a large fanbase the second he went pro, but facing the reality of it wasn’t something you enjoyed.
Who were you compared to a celebrity… just some girl he met in college that followed him across the country? And you knew who was liking his pictures on Instagram—what they looked like and exactly everything they had that you didn’t. You weren’t even engaged yet and it was still so early in his career; Bucky could leave you for one of those girls and there wouldn’t even be a whisper in the press.
“I could probably put in a good word for you. Barnes doesn’t seem to take people home, but there’s always a first for everything.”
He didn’t seem to?
“Uh, thank you,” you choked out, the tightness in your throat making it hard to speak. “I actually just remembered that I have to go so… thanks.”
You left your popcorn on Joe’s lap, not sticking around to watch as he lifted it up and asked if you were okay.
You weren’t okay. You felt confused and worried and inadequate, and the worst part was that you hadn’t even expected this. So caught up in his smiles and his adoring touches, you forgot that with Bucky’s new position, came new opportunities. Opportunities that didn’t involve you.
You thought back to yesterday, to last week, to the last few weeks. Nothing was odd about the way he acted, even when he went out of town for away games. He never treated you differently. If anything, he was more excited to see you after he’d been gone for a little while.
Someone bumped into you by the ice cream cart as your breath hitched. Being more excited could’ve meant he was hiding something, or maybe overcompensating for his guilt.
Bucky wouldn’t cheat on you—that much you were sure of. But he could’ve been guilty because he was bored. After going away and seeing cities full of beautiful women, having to come home to you was surely a downgrade. But he couldn’t just leave you when you had moved for him… became his responsibility.
A vibration in your pocket pulled you from your thoughts, your fidgety fingers unlocking the screen to find an aloof text from Natasha.
Where are you? Just made some guy get out of your seat.
You ran a hand over your forehead, typing out a quick, coming!, and taking a few breaths to calm down before you faced Natasha. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that she would notice something was wrong if you didn’t sort yourself out first.
She noticed anyway, even with your deep breathing.
“Something happen?” she asked, leaning forward in her seat as you slid into yours. “You look stressed.”
You tightened your grip on the armrests, briefly, before shooting her a smile. “Nope! Just a super long line for the bathroom.”
She raised a brow at you, but didn’t push the topic. You appreciated that, but it also meant that you had to spend the rest of the game with all of your thoughts, rolling over all of the possible scenarios that Joe had placed in your mind.
Bucky had smiled up at you a few times between innings, but you could tell by his occasional furrowed brow that you weren’t doing a great job smiling back. That, and Natasha had to nudge your arm a few times just to get you to look down there, something you usually needed no reminder for. And Bucky definitely noticed.
The game ended. You were pretty sure The Dodgers won.
Instead of rushing down to greet Bucky as you usually would, you hung back, lingering at the edge of the field. You watched as he did in fact sign a million jerseys with a smile on his face, and you also watched the majority of those jerseys go to women. That wasn’t his fault, but tonight, it stung.
As the fans started to dwindle down, you noticed Bucky’s head on a swivel. He still had on that charming smile as he stood at the wall by the stands, but every time he looked over his shoulder, it dimmed a bit. You felt a small twinge of guilt in your stomach for not going to him; it wasn’t as if he did anything wrong.
You stepped onto the dirt after flashing the security guard your pass, and Bucky’s next head turn was accompanied by a bigger smile. He quickly sent an apology to the small line of people and jogged over to you, a glimmer of joy bouncing off the floodlights of the field.
“Hey, baby,” he beamed, pressing a kiss to your temple and squeezing the life out of you—your normal routine. “You have any trouble getting down here?”
You squeezed him back, the coolness of the night air held in the seams of his clothes. “No, sorry, Buck. The line for the bathroom was just… really long.”
They really needed to sort that line out.
Bucky pulled you away from his chest, encasing your face in his hands. “You feeling okay? Nat said something about—”
“I’m okay!” you interrupted. With Bucky so close to you, holding you like this, any mention of earlier would probably make you tear up. And he had just won a game; you weren’t going to bring him down anymore than you already suspected you were.
You reached up for his hand, sliding it over until you could press a kiss to his palm. “Congrats on your win! You killed it, honey.”
There was a small flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as he looked down at you, his thumb rubbing over the apple of your cheek when you smiled. He tilted your face up and he kissed you, in front of all the people still in the stadium, and you were okay for a moment; you weren’t thinking about anything other than him, and you were okay.
But then he stopped kissing you, and a call from the tunneled-hall made your nausea return.
“Bucky! We need to get some tape on your arm before you leave!”
The PT girls. Wonderful.
Bucky kissed your nose and then your forehead; he tucked your hair behind your ear and fixed your sweater and then he promised he would be right back, but you felt empty as soon as his hands left you. You were stuck leaning against a fence as he ushered the girls into the tunnel, not able to hear him as he asked them to please hurry, you were waiting for him.
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You really weren’t up for the drinks Steve had proposed in the parking lot. You felt sad and tired and even with Bucky’s arm slung over your shoulders, you felt lonely, somehow.
But Steve had said, “a bunch of the team’s heading over to that bar on Lincoln,” and you weren’t about to ask Bucky to stay away from that. Not after all the revelations you had made tonight—all of the ways you were probably holding him back.
So you sat at the table surrounded by a few players you were getting to know, and you nursed the drink Bucky had ordered for you even though you insisted you were fine. You did it for him, because if you couldn’t offer him much, at least you could laugh with his coworkers.
“Nah, Bucky would totally beat all of you. What was your record, Buck? Like six in a row?” Steve laughed from across the table.
Bucky’s response echoed from his chest, the arm he had slung over your chair keeping the two of you close. “God, Steve. Sure, at one time I could shotgun six beers in a row, but I’m pretty sure I’d pass out if I tried that now. And y/n’s CPR certification needs to be renewed, so I’m not trying that tonight.”
A small laugh left you—a spark of happiness warming your cheeks—and Bucky looked down at you with light eyes. The rest of the table had started in on Steve instead, so Bucky took the opportunity to whisper by your ear, “Finally.”
You scrunched your face up in confusion. “What?”
“It’s just—you’ve been huffing out those fake laughs all night. Thought I’d never get a real one outta ya.”
“I have not.”
He slid his arm from the back of your chair and tugged you closer to his chest, the pale lights in the bar making him look softer than usual. “You have. You wanna tell me what’s up?”
You glanced back around the table, catching Natasha’s eye along the way. She was giving you that knowing look you always hated back in college, the one that made you spill all your secrets to her before she even had to ask for them. You averted your gaze almost instantly, instead focusing on the dart board above Steve’s head.
Bucky didn’t seem to appreciate your silence, keeping his voice low as he prodded, “Y/n, you gotta tell me what’s wrong or I won’t—”
“On the house,” a gentle voice interrupted. “For the win.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, keeping your eyes glued to the pitcher of beer now set on the table so that you wouldn’t have to acknowledge the waitress winking at your boyfriend. Bucky didn’t acknowledge it either, eyes still boring into the side of your face, but you seemed to miss that.
It took another moment of her heels clicking away before Bucky finally turned away from you, directing his next words to the rest of the table. “I think we’re gonna head home for the night. My arm’s killing me.”
Shit.
You were messing everything up.
The chorus of goodbyes made you feel heavier as you walked out of the bar, even with Bucky’s hand on your back to guide you. His thumb kept creating patterns in your jacket and it was making you want to cry. You were just a few paces from his car when he spoke up again.
“Baby, you gotta tell me what’s wrong,” Bucky pleaded, turning to face you, hand still steady on your back. “I can’t fix whatever I did until you tell me.”
Your lip trembled as he looked at you, your lungs fighting to keep a steady breath. “You didn’t do anything, Bucky. I swear.”
His jaw clenched; Bucky looked up to the sky for a beat, and then back down at you with a troubled gaze. He leaned down to brush his nose against yours, closing his eyes and pressing you closer.
“I’ve been gone a lot,” he began. Your heart clenched. “I haven’t been around you as much as I used to. I know you’ve noticed.”
Your next breath was accompanied by a rogue tear rolling down your cheek, and you prayed that he wouldn’t notice. He did, his eyes snapping open the second he felt it against his skin.
“Bucky, it’s okay, I get it,” you comforted. “You don’t have to feel… tied down to me. I know there’s a whole world out there that you’re seeing for the first time. I can figure things out on my own.”
He leaned back, shaking his head and bringing a hand up to cradle your neck. “What?”
“You're a big shot now,” you smiled sadly. “And I’m so proud of you. You have fans all over the country and I can’t wait to see everything accomplish. Your, uh—one of your managers was telling me about… about the supermodels and stuff and I—”
“Y/n, stop. Stop it. Supermodels? I don’t even—what are you talking about?”
You sniffed, a few more traitorous tears escaping your eyes. “Buck, come on. You’re like a celebrity now. You have girls throwing themselves at you and you’re going to stay with your college girlfriend? I mean, Joe didn’t even think you’d want to take me home—”
“Joe? You were talking to Joe?”
“Well, Joe was talking to me while I sat there, but yes.”
Bucky’s next laugh was almost angry, but that emotion was nowhere on his face as he titled your head up, his fingers running up into your hair. “Look at me, alright?” he insisted. “I don’t care how big I get. I don’t care who ‘throws themself at me’. I’m gonna want you until I don’t even remember my own name anymore. And even then, you’ll still be the first person I look for in every room.”
He brought his other hand around to your waist, leaning down until his forehead was prone to yours. “Can’t believe your were talking to fuckin’ Joe. That guy’ll say anything to sell a VIP ticket.”
You reached up to grip the material of his jacket between your fingers. “I’m sorry, I just—Bucky, there are girls out there dying to date you. Girls that have a lot more to offer than me.”
Bucky tsked, his expression crumbling. He looked disappointed and anguished, the darkness of the parking lot only giving you hints of the depth conveyed there. He kissed you, twice, and then he spoke into the air between you.
“You were the one that loved me when I was that asshole back in college. You believed in me and you came all the way out here because you still do. You know I’m shit at words, but baby, I don’t want anything other than what you’ve got.”
Your laugh sounded strangled and wet from tears, but it brought Bucky’s lips back down to yours, so you knew it must have been genuine. He kissed you and he backed you up against his car and then he kissed you harder. It felt like college again—kissing in a bar parking lot—and you realize that everything with Bucky might still feel like that. For the rest of your life. And that wasn’t something you were going to complain about.
When you parted, you leaned back a little, getting a full view of his face as you whispered you loved him over the low music from the bar. He looked more than a little relieved at the words.
“You know I dragged you out here because I thought you were leavin’ me?” he asked, a tinge of disbelief in his tone, his thumb wiping away your leftover tears. “Was gonna beg on my knees for you to stay. Then we get out here and you’re trying to kick yourself out or something.”
“Well your weird friend Joe made it sound like you were Mr. Worldwide with the ladies or something. It was very jarring coming from a man I’d literally never met before.”
“Mr. Worldwide with the ladies?”
“Can you not make fun of me right now, I’m fragile.”
“Okay, okay,” he laughed, wrapping you in his arm and kissing your hair. “And for the record, Joe’s not my friend. I mean maybe he will be. After I yell at him for making my girl cry.”
You tapped his chest in reprimand. “Don’t yell at your coworkers. It makes for a hostile work environment.”
“I play sports, baby. The entire field is hostile.” He reached behind you and yanked the car door open, helping you in before leaning forward to kiss you again. “And also for the record, I love you too.”
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes#modern!bucky#athlete!bucky#for the love of the game
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i wanted to request hockey player!bucky au or like any kinda sport but preferably hockey or baseball because i’ve only read like 3 fics about that AU but im obsessed with it
Athlete!Bucky
masterlist | req masterlist
I didn’t put any boxer bucky fics btw ! thinking about making a list just for it..
ONESHOT
My Everyday by @pellucid-constellations
Bucky Barnes was aggressive, annoying, and—worst of all—a hockey player. Not your type. At all. But, unfortunately, your roommate.
Touchdown by @buckyseternal
you decide to reward your boyfriend after he scores the winning touchdown.
A Little Superstitious by @jadedvibes
The school's football team needs a win and a certain blue-eyed player could use a kiss for good luck to help make that happen.
hail mary by @barnesafterglow
when you start sneaking around with your brother's best friend, it's only a matter of time until you get caught
Don’t End Today by @subwaysurf45
The day that you happily upgraded you from tutor to girlfriend all because of a few nice words.
Flirting and Football by @lovelybarnes
Bucky barnes and a college au where reader is the only one who isn’t interested in him basically
Anger Issues by @hailhydra920
You’re the only one who can calm Bucky down.
fair catch by @endless-summer-soldier
Y/N joins the football team to prove a point and the last thing Bucky expected out of the season was to fall for the new kicker
SERIES
For the Love of the Game by @pellucid-constellations
Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.
No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain
You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.
Out Of Bounds by @foreverindreamlandd
The chaos fic that was supposed to be a one shot inspired by me binge-watching Ted Lasso and now there’s a masterlist lmao. Enjoy the ride!
ice ice baby by @endless-summer-soldier
Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...
Quarterback!Bucky x Assistant!Reader by @angrythingstarlight
ice ice baby by @endless-summer-soldier
Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...
#bucky barnes fic rec#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes series#winter soldier x reader#bucky barnes modern au#bucky barnes college au#bucky barnes x female reader#college!bucky#athlete!bucky#hockey player!bucky#soccer player!bucky#football player!bucky#college athlete!bucky#bucky barnes enemies to lovers#best friend!bucky#bff!bucky#boyfriend!bucky#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes angst#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes oneshot#bucky barnes
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Feline Olympic Slow-Walking Event. Life with Bucky - the Podcast. Spotify.
#comedy#cats#lifewithbucky#pets#snl#books#podcast#advice#bucky#animals#olympics#sport#athletes#champion
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The Void Between Us - Masterlist
Pairing:
College Athlete!Bucky x Reader
Summary:
James “Bucky” Buchanan Barnes, is a dream formed from the glitter of campus sports media. Living as a figure who often gets admiring glances, makes it easy for him to attract the hearts of almost any girl with his charisma and sweet words.
However, he forgot that everything has a limit.
Until someone comes into his life so suddenly. As a walking paradox that melts in society. Its existence captivates with a shroud of mystery, so that no one really knows who it is.
And you are there to show those boundaries.
Disclaimer:
This is a fan fiction made for personal satisfaction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This is my first time writing on Tumblr, and English is not my first language, so I hope my writing is worthy enough to be enjoyed.
The Void Between Us © 2022 – Author: Vividly Twisted
Warnings:
This work deals with violence, inappropriate language, implicitly contains smut, suicidal tendencies, slow burn, slight angst. Each chapter will have an additional warning.
Reader discretion is advised.
Epigraph
Chapter 1 Pt.1 | Three Means Destiny
Chapter 2 | TBA
Chapter 3 | TBA
Chapter 4 | TBA
Chapter 5 | TBA
#the void between us#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky x y/n#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes series#bucky barnes au#mcu fanfiction#college!bucky#athlete!bucky#bucky barnes
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teamwork
kinktober, day twenty-six
a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.
summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.
warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms
word count: 5400
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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform.
“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”
Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”
“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time.
Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely.
“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up.
“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor.
“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!”
With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.
Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in.
Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest.
“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”
Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.
From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”
With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”
“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”
“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer.
“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here.
“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”
Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine.
“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.
“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum.
“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”
“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”
“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head.
“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.
“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice.
“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”
“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.
“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”
From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…”
“No, it wasn’t-”
But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in.
Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”
“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his.
“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”
“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…”
Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”
“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you.
Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”
“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”
“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”
“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”
“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”
Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”
“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully.
“And just why would he do such a thing?”
“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”
“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze.
“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”
Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”
“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”
As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”
Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”
With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow.
Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements.
As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns.
But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest.
Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”
“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines.
“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more.
You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel.
Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”
Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning.
Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”
“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered.
“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”
“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”
“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”
“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.
You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities.
“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”
Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”
“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”
Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions.
“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts.
Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”
Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought.
When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp.
“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…”
As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core.
“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”
“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”
As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor.
“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer.
Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip.
Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet.
Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open.
“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”
Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch.
“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask.
Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear.
When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.
“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”
Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously.
It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from.
After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.
“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”
In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”
“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”
“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”
The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”
Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”
“I’m a dirty girl.”
Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”
“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!
Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.
“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?”
“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.”
Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”
“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further.
“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?”
“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”
Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm.
“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.
Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.
“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”
Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.
“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?”
Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“
“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!”
After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash.
But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”
“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”
Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”
“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.
“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained.
“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”
Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task.
“Thank you, what?” Steve fished.
“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”
Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…”
With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”
Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy.
Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them.
“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”
Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled.
“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.
“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl.
“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out.
“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”
“B-but it’s so much, I-”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”
“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”
And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.
“Aah!”
Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely.
Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.
Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?
Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.
Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth.
Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.”
Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”
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