#bookshop!bucky x reader
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Mob/Mafia AU)-Bookshop setting
Word Count: 3,513
Summary: Bucky has had his eyes on you for a long time and when he finally makes a move to claim you he's delighted at how easily you fall into his waiting arms.
Author's Note: Seb's new looks have just been so yummy, especially him in a bow tie. I LOVE! The look in the pic below is the end result of the story🫠It isn't really focused too much on his mob status but it's there and I couldn't resist a little bookshop AU in there too! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: flirting, tension, Bucky is pretty forward/dom and doesn't mince words- he goes for what he wants-light d-irty talk, fing-er-ing, o-ral (f rec), but he's sweet too :)
Your steps are slow and easy as you stroll through the aisle, perusing the titles and letting your fingers delicately slide across the bindings.
When you find one of interest you pull it from the shelf and before you read even one word you press the aged pages to your nose and inhale deeply.
The sound of a light chuckle pulls you from your aromatic reverie and you look up with a start, catching a man watching you with a lopsided smirk.
He nods a hello before disappearing down the next aisle. You stare at the space he just vacated and feel your skin heat.
Was he really that handsome or are you still recovering from the exquisite smell of the pages of the book? Only one way to find out.
With quiet movements you slip past the end of the fiction section and turn the corner, peeking around the next bookshelf. All you see is a young woman searching through the books.
Denying your disappointment you continue down the aisle but slow when you feel the weight of eyes at your back. Instead of turning around and looking too obvious you quickly glance over your shoulder and see the mystery man once again watching you.
He looks even more handsome than he did two minutes ago.
You almost walk into the woman who’s browsing and give her a startled apology before rushing off to hide in the rare book section.
Letting out a rush of breath you clutch a book to your chest and refocus on your surroundings.
“This is my favorite section.”
You spin on a gasp and blink.
“Excuse me?” you say quietly.
“This section,” he says again, “it’s my favorite. I love old books.”
“Oh,” you answer, backing away as he steps closer.
He stops advancing and looks at the shelf, studying the bindings until he finds one that interests him.
“Mine too,” you concede softly. “And they smell amazing.”
“As good as the books in the fiction section?” he asks, eyes dancing with amusement.
You let out a light huff of laughter, feeling warm embarrassment creep over your skin.
“Better,” you finally answer.
“I’d have to agree with you there,” he says before lifting the book he holds to his face and inhaling.
You can’t stop your small intake of air as you watch him savor the smell of the pages.
“So, do you come here often?” he asks, casting his gaze down to the words.
You let his question hang in the air as you take a moment to really look him over. His soft sweater does nothing to hide his broad shoulders and powerful build and his dark hair and beard frame a beautifully sculpted jaw.
Then he lifts his eyes, directing his steady gaze on you, and your breath catches in your throat.
“Um…I do. It’s my favorite book store. I can’t afford any of these books,” you say as you motion to the titles nearby, “but no one seems to mind that I come and spend the afternoon reading them.”
“I don’t see why anyone would,” he replies.
He places the book back on the shelf and slides his hands into his pants pockets, attempting another step closer.
This time you don’t move away and he smiles.
“I have quite the collection myself,” he informs you. “You should come see it.”
“Are you a collector?” you ask.
“Something like that doll.”
You school your features at the sound of the endearment falling from his perfect lips and smile.
He extends his hand.
“James Barnes. But you can call me Bucky.”
“Hi Bucky.”
You give him your name and he takes your hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and lightly brushing his lips across your knuckles before kissing them.
As you stare at him through your lashes his lips linger and he seems unwilling to let go of your hand.
“I mean it you know. You’re welcome to come see my collection…anytime.”
He slowly releases your hand with a wink then turns on his heel toward the doorway.
“But…,” you start, not even sure why you’re calling after him to ask your next question, “how will I find you?”
He turns to face you, his eyes set with determination, and says, “don’t worry doll face. We’ll be seeing each other again very soon.”
With those parting words he vanishes into the maze of books, leaving you caught between feeling frazzled and turned on.
After several days of warm sunshine it finally ends in a wash of chilly rain and wind. But you’re warm and cozy in the back of the bookshop, curled up on one of the old leather chairs by the window, reading by the soft light of an antique tiffany lamp.
You’re so engrossed in your book that it takes you several minutes to recognize the familiar feeling of his stare and when you look up you find Bucky leaning against a nearby bookshelf, his arms crossed, watching you.
He looks just as good as he did the last time you saw him and you realize you’re staring back.
“Hey,” you whisper, clearing your throat.
“You must really be enjoying that book,” he says, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“I am. Have you read it?”
“Not this one,” he says as he steps closer and reads the title.
His nearness draws all of your attention from the book and for the first time you take notice of the small patches of gray hair that line his beard.
“It’s worth a read,” you tell him when your eyes meet his again.
“I’ll definitely check it out doll. I’m currently reading the first edition of ‘The Canterbury Tales’ by Geo…”
“Geoffery Chaucer,” you finish in a rushed breath. “Oh my god. You have a first edition!?”
Your eyes go wide with shock as you silently contemplate how much money that must have cost him.
“But…but…”
“I told you doll face, the old and rare books are my favorite.”
“I haven’t read that one yet but it’s on my list.”
“Well you’re welcome to my copy when I’m done,” he says, smiling widely when your mouth opens in shock. “But I have to warn you that when it comes to such treasures I’m a slow reader. There are some things I like to take my time with.”
As the last sentence leaves his mouth he unabashedly lets his eyes sweep over you. When your head dips to your book under his obvious perusal he presses his fingers under your chin to lift your gaze.
“Can I get you a coffee?”
“A coffee?” you repeat, all rational thought leaving your brain at the feel of his touch.
“They just put a fresh pot on up front.”
“Oh, right. That would be great thank you, let me just get my wallet.”
“No doll. I’ll pay.”
“Well, I don’t mind at all…”
“And I do,” he says definitively. “I offered and I’ll pay.”
“Thanks,” you whisper.
When he returns with two steaming cups of coffee you sigh in contentment.
“Are you always this much of a gentleman to the women you meet in bookshops?”
You ask the question with a playful smile but when his expression doesn’t match yours you instantly regret opening your mouth, your smile wavering.
“Despite my offering, I’m having a very difficult time remembering to be a gentleman around you doll.”
“Well maybe I shouldn’t be accepting this coffee then.”
Even though your voice is little more than a whisper you make no move to give him back the drink and instead you lean in closer.
“Maybe you shouldn’t,” he murmurs.
Your breathing accelerates before you take a slow sip of the coffee.
“And maybe I like the coffee too much to give it back.”
“I just warned you that I’m having a difficult time being a gentleman. Are you provoking me doll?”
Your tongue darts out to trace the outline of your lips, the taste of coffee still lingering. “Is that what I’m doing?”
His eyes track the movement and he rubs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, looking pleased when you inhale sharply but don’t pull away.
“Let me be clear here doll, since it seems like you enjoy playing this little game with me. I want you underneath me in my bed. I want to be buried so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for days. And I want to mark you so every other man who walks this Earth knows you’re mine.”
Your eyes widen with every word he utters and you feel goosebumps crawl over your skin when he tilts his head and moves closer until his warm breath fans your cheek.
“I just want to be up-front with you. Enjoy the coffee.”
He forces himself away, removing his hand and stepping back. And once again leaves with nothing more that the sound of his retreating footsteps.
Life keeps you busy for the next two days but Bucky’s words are ever present, practically burned into your skin. So when you step back into the bookshop on Saturday evening you take solace in the familiar smells and sounds.
You wave hello to the barista and cashier, noticing their slight mischievous smiles as you pass by. You’re about to ask them what’s going on but then you see him and you know. Even among the shelves of beautiful books and warm lighting he stands out, his eyes boring into you.
The way he stands exudes a quiet confidence and a slow roll of heat eases it’s way through you when his unwavering stare moves over every inch of you.
Lifting your chin you hold his gaze and take your time getting your own eyeful. His button-down shirt is fitted just right with the top buttons open to reveal a gold chain and his long legs are clad in dark jeans.
He looks dangerous and sexy. And pissed.
You move toward him undeterred until you’re close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.
“Are you here to give me more warnings?” you ask.
He keeps his gaze locked on you and licks his lips.
“No. I think I was perfectly clear the first-time doll.”
“Is something bothering you, Bucky?”
“Where have you been?”
You would laugh at his nonresponse if your irritation weren’t growing hotter by the second.
“I’ve been busy. You know…work, errands…life.”
“I’ve missed you.”
You’re taken aback by his blunt and unexpected answer and can’t find the words to respond.
“I was afraid you didn’t want to see me again after what I said.”
You think back on his words for only the millionth time since he said them. An involuntary shiver runs down your spine at the memory.
“Did you get me a coffee today?”
His eyes light up in victory before he reaches behind him and hands you a cup, the drink prepared just how you like it.
For the next couple of hours the two of you browse the bookshop, spending the majority of your time in the rare section pouring over the titles in excitement and awe. You ask about his work and how he gathered his collection of rare books. He’s vague but polite with his answers, focusing most of his attention on you.
While you do most of the talking Bucky listens contentedly and intently, his constant regard slowly building and burning a hole through your enthused focus.
After a bit, it’s difficult to concentrate on anything else but him and you start to become more aware of how your body shifts closer to his, shoulders pressed together, heads close and your hand reaching out to graze his bicep.
Finally, the bookshop employees begin to let customers know they are going to close. You reluctantly put your current read back on the shelf and turn to Bucky.
“Guess it’s time to go,” you say quietly.
“I’ll drive you home doll.”
“No, no. That’s ok. I can take the train.”
“I insist,” he answers, stepping into your space and crowding you against the shelf.
“Ok,” you breathe out. “Thanks.”
His eyes drop to your lips and his hands hover at your waist, his fingertips just brushing the fabric of your shirt when the barista comes by and ushers you out.
With a release of breath you skirt past Bucky and grab your bag, heading for the exit.
Wordlessly, he holds the door of his car open for you, allowing you minimal space to edge by him into the passenger seat.
He breaks the silence with the same question floating around in your own head.
“Am I taking to you home or are you coming to my place to see my collection of books.”
“It’s late but…”
“But?”
“I would love to see them.”
“But you’re still thinking about what I said the other day, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
When you don’t say anything more or give him your address he drives in the opposite direction of your apartment. You contemplate your sanity the whole ride there but you’re too far gone to even want to tell him to turn around and bring you home.
His brownstone is gorgeous. Everything from the ornate edifice of the building to the classic tile in foyer exudes luxury and when you step inside the actual space you have to cover your mouth to stop any sound from escaping.
“I’m glad you like it doll,” he says from behind you, his chest brushing your back.
His lips meet the shell of your ear in a whisper. “I can give you a tour if you like or I can give you what you really want first.”
You turn to face him, his gravelly tone bringing several other things into focus. His cheeks are lightly flushed and his breathing has roughened. You sway closer and he runs his finger along your arm.
“The books…?” you question weakly.
“They’re not going anywhere,” he assures you as his fingertips trace your jaw.
“You don’t even have my phone number,” you continue. “We haven’t even been on a date yet!”
He starts to walk, pushing you slowly backward until you enter another room. Without taking his eyes off you he flicks a switch on the wall and the space is bathed in a soft glow, illuminating the ceiling high shelves of dark wood that line every wall. Every space is filled with books.
Your eyes wander for mere seconds before he grabs your chin and directs your gaze back to his.
“I think our bookshop encounters can be considered dates, don’t you?” he says softly.
Just before your back hits one of the shelves his large hand cradles your body, gently pressing you into the books. He leans closer, moving his hands to rest on either side of your head.
“Maybe…”
“Do you ever have an answer other than ‘maybe’?” he asks.
Your lips part to speak but he stops you with the brush of his mouth. “Don’t. Say. Maybe.”
Even though your last two meetings were charged with tension, this is the first time he’s really touching you and it sends shock waves through your entire body.
You breathe out a strangled ‘yes’ and arch into him, inviting more of his touch.
His mouth comes down on yours hard and hungry and the initial contact steals your breath. When you slide your hands over his chest and up to his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, he groans and pushes you against the shelf.
You break contact with his mouth, gasping at the hardness pressing against your stomach.
“I’ve been like this since the moment I saw you,” he growls. “Do you know what that’s been like?”
He doesn’t give you a chance to answer as his mouth moves to your neck and sucks the sensitive spot underneath your ear, causing you to whimper his name.
Your head rolls to the side, begging for more and you let out a sound of frustration when he rocks his hips and keeps his mouth hovering along your skin.
“Is this what you want?” he murmurs with another grind of his hips.
Your fingers slide into his hair, raking through the soft strands as your breath catches on a gasp.
“Answer me, doll,” he demands.
“Yes. Yes Bucky. I want it.”
His hands leave your body and grip the edge of the shelf behind you. He dips his head, trailing kisses upward along your neck until he meets your earlobe, growling low.
“You’re going to spread these pretty legs for me doll and I’m going to bury my face between them.”
His tone warns you not to protest and with a strangled breath you do as you’re told, your head thumping back against the books when he slides his hand down your stomach.
“Eyes on me doll.”
You look down as he slips his hand inside your leggings, slowly peeling them, along with your panties down to your ankles.
He finds your swollen clit and circles it with teasing strokes, giving you one last hard look before his tongue flattens and he tastes you from top to bottom.
You’re already so close and when he pushes a finger inside you your eyes start to glaze over, your hips rocking rhythmically onto his hand and face.
When he pushes a second finger inside you it sends you over the edge, his tongue working you until your legs are shaking and you’re chanting his name.
“Fuck doll. You coming apart for me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
You start to slump forward, your breathing still ragged and he runs a soft hand along your hip, holding you steady and biting gently into your skin with his fingers.
“I’m going to make you come over and over again,” he whispers as he stands and takes you in his arms, his lips caressing the shell of your ear. “With my fingers, my mouth, my cock.”
“Yes. Please,” you whimper.
He presses closer, his lips teasing along your jaw until your eyes meet. “But first we’re going to have a proper date.”
Your lips part with your objection and you’re ready to beg him for more but he presses a finger to your lips, smiling when you instantly quiet.
“If I get inside you now I’ll never be able to leave and I don’t have enough time tonight to worship you. I have business to deal with.”
Your eyes drop to his mouth and your fingers climb up his chest.
“Ok,” you say, still breathless.
“You’re going to be my date for an auction event I have to attend tomorrow night…and then afterwards we’ll have the rest of the night. And the next morning…all day. You’ll be all mine.”
You nod, unable to find your voice again but squirm against him in desperation, your body still craving more.
“Sweet fucking hell, doll,” he hisses. “Don’t make me rush this.”
He grabs your waist so you stop moving, his eyes wandering over your face before he captures your lips in a kiss.
When he releases your mouth the set of his jaw is rigid and his fingers dig deeper into your skin.
“Tomorrow,” he murmurs. “Be ready by five.”
You stare at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hands over your dress for the tenth time. Before leaving Bucky’s apartment you had exchanged numbers and several more kisses then he walked you to your door, wasting no time reminding you of his promises for tonight.
Your pulse quickens as his words threaten to consume you and you wonder how you’ll ever make it through the next few hours without throwing yourself at him. His touch was like nothing else you’d experienced. Not one of his movements were wasted and his objective was clear. He was going to absolutely ruin you. And you were ready.
The light knock on your door startles you but you check the clock and see he’s right on time.
“You’re punctual,” you say as you open the door.
He looks amazing and have to bite your lip to stop your satisfied moan.
“And you’re fucking stunning,” he says as his eyes rake over every inch of you.
He continues staring and steps inside.
“Do you plan on looking at me like that all night?” you ask.
“Like what?” he replies as he reaches out for you.
“Like you need to devour me.”
“It’s all I want,” he growls, sliding his hand along the curve of your back to bring you closer.
“Do we really need to go to this auction?” you purr against his lips.
His fingers splay against your back and he brushes his nose to yours. “I do doll face, but if you need my hand between your legs first, all you have to do is ask me.”
Before you can form the words for a weak protest, his hand dips between your bodies and starts to lift the hem of your dress.
“Say it doll. I want to hear you say the words."
“Please Bucky,” you gasp. “Give me your fingers. I need your fingers.”
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Bucky and the Brief Brush
Title: Bucky and the Brief Brush
Fandom: MCU
Characters/Pairings: eventual Bucky Barnes x female!Reader
Word Count: 1298
Summary: The bonding that can happen over books is something that cannot be underestimated.
Warnings: Slow burn
Additional Notes: Follow up to Bucky and the Books; part of The Brooklyn Boys drabble series.
He comes every Monday morning, then later in the week on Thursday or Friday, that’s the pattern that has developed.
“Do you do anything but read, Barnes?”
“You know I’m on a mission.”
“The 80 best books from the last 80 years list that I have many qualms with.”
“I’m no quitter.”
You smirk. “You’re such a nerd.”
He scoffs. “Of the two of us, who owns a bookshop?”
“You at this point, right? Where are you even keeping all your books?”
His jaw lifts just slightly. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Actually, you would… the professional side of you is curious, but so is the part of you that finds every new bit of information about this man more fascinating than you should.
“You better be treating them right, Barnes.”
He scoffs again, but this time in mock offense. “They are more than well taken care of.”
You finally let a grin split across your face, and he smiles back.
That smile melts you every time, and it seems to be coming more often and more easily with each visit to your shop.
After his first few visits, you build up enough credibility that he’s willing to buy essentially everything in the stack of books you curate for him between visits when he walks in, but you always insist on hearing his thoughts about the books he’s just read before you finalize the stack, sitting across from each other at any of the cozy tables in the café and bakery side of the shop, you making mental notes of any additions or alterations.
You talk about how much you hate that he gets to read Harry Potter all at once when you had to wait for years. This time you’ll be sending him away with the sixth book in the series – one of your favorites. Over the weeks, you’ve discovered that he loves fiction and non-fiction, just as you do, but he gravitates away from history books, preferring niche topical explorations and memoirs over biographies. You imagine that has to do with his own complicated relationship to time passing – in more ways than one – there’s the years he missed, the historical events he was part of that you think he’d like to avoid to a point, but you think he also gravitates to the niche and the memoir because they’re so robustly tied to elements of life. He was held hostage in sleep and missions for seventy years; getting to live a life now, it makes sense that he wants to indulge in the particular rather than the abstract.
And then there are the books on his list. It’s a fine enough list, but you have your disagreements over what was and was not included for some of the years. As much as you love when you connect over books you love, the way he can get carried away tearing a book apart when he does not like one of the reads is irresistible. He vacillates between short abrupt statements and impassioned tirades. The way Bucky can go from few words to a fountain of words is fascinating to you.
He's always mindful of your time though, and you’ve noticed he seems to time how long he’ll stay based off how long it takes for you to drink your tea or coffee. Sometimes he finishes his as well, sometimes he takes it with him. In the beginning you would order a small cup, but now that you know you’ll enjoy the time, you order the extra-large iced tea (you don’t need to overload on the caffeine with the largest coffee).
In addition to Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, you’re sending him away this time with The Help and The Hidden Life of Trees. You went with a few H’s this time around. From his list, he’s fetched Atonement and All the Pretty Horses. It’s going to be an interesting collection of reading, to be sure, and so you pull one more book you’d gone back and forth on to complete the pile as you ring him up.
You found out when he was here last that he has a cat, and it made you think of a very niche book, making it the last in the stack you have for him today. You hold it up, and the look he gives you can only be described as a quizzical grin.
“Julia’s Cats?”
“Yes.”
“Ring it up then.”
You scan the barcode on the back of the book and then tell him the total. He taps his phone to the card reader while you smile down at the image of Julia Child and the orange cat on her lap that adorns the cover of the small hardback.
“I just,” you trail off for a moment, and you skim your fingers over the spine of the book as you slip it into the tote bag (from your shop) that Bucky returns with each time. “Some books suck you in, but this one just wraps you up in, oh, I don’t know… non-invasive longing? It makes me want to pick up and move to France with my own Paul, dote on a cat, cook, and simply enjoy a perfect glass of wine every night for the rest of my life.”
“That sounds idyllic,” he says quietly.
As he reaches for the bag, his fingers brush over yours. You don’t move, or you can’t move, you’re not sure which it is, but the warm touch has you frozen. Finally, you raise your eyes to look at him. You clock the upturn of his lips in a tender smile a split second before he looks up as well, and then suddenly he blinks, his mouth drops open as if to say something, but then he closes it, and pulls the bag away, breaking contact.
“I’ll see you next week,” he says in a rush, turning away, and he’s out of the shop in less than two seconds.
You are left both flustered and frustrated, the fluttering you’d felt a moment before abruptly flattening with his hasty exit.
You decide to busy yourself with reorganizing some of the books in the children’s section to take your mind off that strange ending – and to avoid Greg, who has been keeping close tabs on Bucky’s visits whenever they coincide with his shifts.
Greg is not able to hide his smirk when you can’t avoid the office and him anymore.
You sink down into one of the chairs in the small shared office. “Just say it.”
“You say it,” he says, the smirk turning into a full but warm grin. “You like him.”
You huff impatiently. “I guess. Bucky is clever and challenging and fun.”
“And handsome. I’d switch teams for him.”
You laugh openly. “There’s no denying he is quite the specimen.”
“He’s your textbook tall, dark, and handsome, practically pulled straight from the description of almost every fictional man you’ve ever swooned over.”
“Are you speaking generally or specifically about my taste in fictional men? Should I feel attacked right now? I feel like I should feel attacked, but also, I’m not ashamed. I know I have a thing for tall, dark, and handsome – never denied it.”
“Well, I ‘ship it.”
“Stop! There’s nothing to ‘ship!”
“The hell there’s not!”
“He bolted when our hands brushed!”
Greg laughs. “Exactly! He’ll be back for more.”
“Greg!” You cover your face. “I can’t do this!”
“A developing friendship laced with a touch of longing: you know the trope as well as I do. Slow burn, big pay off.”
He winks and then slips out of the office.
This was fine. You were fine. It didn’t need to be romance. In fact, it really shouldn’t be romance. Friendship was fine. You needed it to stay friendship.
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Tattoo
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Tattoo Artist! Bucky Barnes x Bookshop Owner!Reader
Summary: When Natasha begged you to come with her to get her new tattoo done, you didn't expect that her actual plan would be to set you up with a fine-as-hell tattoo artist.
Word count: 5.8k
Warnings: +18❗️smut, p in v sex, oral sex (r receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, strangers to lovers, Bucky is hot as fuck, shy and socially awkward reader, insecurities.
Author's note: sooo, it took me forever to write, but I finally finished it and I'm kind of proud of this one. Bucky with tattoos and a low bun? yup, I'm totally ready to do whatever he desires! I hope y'all will like it too. feel free to leave comments or fic ideas💘
“I’m going to be there almost for a whole day. I love those idiots, but I still need my best friend to cheer me up." Natasha threw her hand over your shoulders, trying to convince you to go with her on a tattoo session. It was not her first time, but now she wanted to get a much bigger one on her thigh, and, for some reason, she really wanted you to go with her, using the fact that it was your day off.
“Nat, you know that I hate going to such places. I’m socially awkward; what am I gonna do there for so long? I don’t even know those people.” You frowned, already feeling a bundle of nerves in your stomach.
You were what others may call boring, but you rarely went to unknown places or hung out with random people. You would rather stay with a book in your apartment and read for a whole day than get into such situations. Not to mention, that tattoo salon was full of men, and it made the whole situation even worse.
“But you’re going to be with me. They are the nice guys, I promise. You will sit with us in the room; we can talk, or you can read another book, while Barnes will do my tattoo. I just don’t want to die of boredom there. Please?” She pulled you even closer, and you knew that she wouldn’t let that go. So you had no other choice but to agree.
You didn’t know what you were thinking when you decided that wearing a light, flowy dress would be a good idea. Because now, following Nat out of her car to that tattoo studio, it felt too short, too open, and just too much. You tried to calm down, thinking to yourself that there was nothing serious; you were just going to wait in the corner, and other people probably wouldn’t even pay attention or talk to you. Natasha, with her boldness and openness, was always the center, and you were totally fine with that.
But you were so wrong.
As soon as you walked inside, four men stopped talking, turning around to face you and Nat, and you honestly thought that you were going to faint.
“Hey, guys. Hope you don’t mind that I brought my friend. So I do not have to listen to your boring asses complain all day." She teased, dragging you by the hand like a mom who tried to encourage her kid to talk. You were round-eyed, and a wave of heat washed over your body when you were face-to-face with a blonde and big guy. But before either of you could say or do something, a person who you didn’t recognise at first stepped in, pulling you into a hug.
“Isn’t it my favorite book girly ever? How are you doin’?” Sam’s enthusiasm and energy were always so refreshing to you, so when he quickly pulled away, instead wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pushing you further into a studio, you tried to stay calm and not freak out.
"I didn't know that you were working here. How’s Sarah?” You asked, looking up at him.
“Yup, for a few years. She is doing great, but AJ and Cass are a pain in the ass. They are growing too quickly, you know." He chuckled. “Now, say hi to those idiots.” He moved his head toward the men who were silently observing your interaction. “Tony, Steve, and Bucky.” Sam named them in order. Tony just nodded to you, Steve smiled with the friendliest smile you had ever seen, and Bucky...
Your head became empty as soon as your eyes landed on him for the first time. He was leaning on the wall at the back of the room, so you didn’t pay much attention to him at first. He was hot. Unbelievebly hot. He was tall and muscular, with a low bun at the back of his head and tattoos covering the visible parts of his arms and neck. And as your gaze moved to his face, you almost choked on a fucking breath.
Piercing blue eyes looked right directly at you, and the slightest smirk curled the corner of his lips. You didn’t know whether you felt too cold, too hot, or if you just wanted to vanish right on the spot. Your face heated, your eyes started running around the room, and your heart was beating a few times faster. It was overwhelming, and you thought that you would have to go out of there, but right on time, Natasha stepped in front of you, dragging all attention to herself.
Bucky had to admit that once in his life, Sam was right. Sam tried to convince Bucky to go to that book shop for a few months, saying that he had to meet with the girl who worked there, but he was way too stubborn.
He would have done it a long time ago if he knew you would look like the most precious, cute, and sweet person. Bucky could not take his gaze away from you as soon as Natasha dragged you inside, absorbing everything—from the way you looked so soft and pretty in that dress to the way you blushed and were nervous about the whole thing.
He saw your reaction—how you became even more flushed after your intense stares at each other. Bucky was never the type of guy who liked to tease you, but Goddammit, he wanted to see how you would react if he stepped closer and talked to you. He also wasn’t creepy towards women, but the only thought that came to his mind was that he wanted to taste you. The desire to shove your back into the wall, lift up the skirt of your dress, and fall to his knees was shocking; he had never felt such an instant pull toward another person.
“Barnes, are we going to start, or you’re planning on standing and staring for a whole day?” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest as if she were annoyed, but you thought that you heard something weird in her voice, as if she held back a smile.
And then she quickly looked back at Sam and nodded with a smirk.
You just followed Nat and Bucky to his own part of the studio. Too lost in your head because of your friend’s weird behavior, you sat down on the sofa in the corner, and the next thing you noticed was the tall figure leaning above you. You probably got carried away to much because now there was a cup of tea standing in front of you on the table.
You looked up, only to meet those pretty blue eyes again. Bucky looked down at you with the same smirk on his lips, and you could barely form a normal thought in your head.
“Hope you don’t mind a hot tea, princess?” Yup, you were dead. Of course, he had to have the sexiest voice you have ever heard in your life. It was not enough for him to be charming or look like a fucking sin—he also had to sound hot.
“Thank you.” You almost whispered.
Bucky gave you another mysterious smile before going back to his place, where Nat was already without her pants and ready to start.
You and Nat were talking for the next few hours—well, she was mostly talking about a girl named Maria that she met not so long ago, and you were nodding, listening, and sipping your tea. That way, you almost forgot about Bucky sitting in the room with you because he was too focused on his job and didn’t even look away from the tattoo.
To be honest, you accidentally looked at him one or two times because it was hard not to notice a few curls slipping out of his bun, or the way his tattooed and veiny arms seemed so sexy, or that perfect face profile... Fuck. But everything was good until Nat suddenly asked him to stop for a few minutes.
“I really need to pee, Barnes.” She quickly jumped out of her place, winking at you as she walked away.
“Natasha…” You hissed at her when she left you and Bucky alone in the room, your insides already shivering with nerves. She was fucking doing it on purpose. You were sure that everything here was her plan to set you up with Bucky because she had never left you anywhere alone, knowing your nervousness.
“Are you afraid to stay with me alone?” Bucky chuckled, stretching his neck from an uncomfortable position. Your cheeks heated, and you unconsciously started scratching the surface of your phone case. He was charming. He obviously knew that, judging by the way he acted to tease you. When his question was left without an answer, he just shook his head, smiling to himself. “I didn’t know that Nat was dating girls.”
Bucky was desperately trying to make you talk. He saw how you looked at your friend when she left you alone with him, and knowing Nat, she would not have done it if you were truly afraid of him. So he was hoping that you were just too shy to talk to him and that he could make something out of it.
“Mhm. What, you hoped to have a chance with her?” You finally looked up, and you couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice. Of course, Bucky was just trying to hit on your friend. Everyone tried. And you knew that she was so pretty and an amazing person, really, but you just wanted to experience it yourself at least once.
“With Nat?” Bucky almost laughed, genuinely taken aback by your response. “Nah, she’s cool, but not my type.”
“And who is your type?” You asked before you could even think about it.
"You know, those cute and shy girls who can barely talk to anyone and easily blush or get nervous." You froze in your place, and you swore that the blood in your veins had done the same. Your eyes widened in shock, looking at the proudly smirking Bucky. Did he really mean that, or was it just a stupid joke?
Natasha came into the room, curiously looking between you two, but you just stayed silent and looked away again, staying even quieter until the end of the session.
“Why did you do that?” You frowned, looking away from Nat and crossing your arms over your chest. As soon as she was done, you almost ran out of that place, the mixture of weird feelings bubbling inside of you, and you were too frustrated to even talk to someone there.
“Did what?” Your head snapped back at her innocent, unbothered voice. She rolled her eyes, not looking away from the road. “I did that because I love you.”
“And I love you too, but I hate that you and Sam put me in this position!”
“I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable. Don’t be mad at what I’m about to say, but I know that you feel lonely and that you want to have someone or to date someone. I understand your anxiety; I really do, but I wanted to help you.” Her voice sounded so genuine, and even if you were mad, you knew that Nat had always tried to do what was best for you. “Bucky is a good guy. He’s attractive, he’s kind, he’s funny, and he's definitely not a player. I just wanted you to meet him, and from what I saw, there was a sparkle between you.”
You didn’t say anything to that, because she was totally right. Even if you had never said that out loud, you wanted someone to like you. Was it that much to ask? It was just hard to believe that someone as attractive as Bucky, who could easily get a good handful of women whenever he wanted to, had actually flirted with you.
The next day, when you finally returned to your favorite place in the world, it was crazy. For some reason, too many people came to the bookshop, and almost everyone needed your advice or help. You were running around the shelves, putting the books in their places, receiving the payment, and then welcoming new customers. So when, at 9 p.m., you put the sign ‘closed’ on the door, you felt the relief that the day was almost over.
You still had a lot to do, though. Taking the pile of books from the front table, you went to the back room, where you stored some of them. Suddenly, you heard the bell ringing and heavy footsteps on the wooden floor.
“I’m sorry, but we are already closed. Please come tomor—” You forgot what you wanted to say when you looked out of the room into the main part of the store and saw the last person you ever expected.
“Hey, princess.” Bucky put his hands into the front pockets, which made him seem even bigger, and smiled at you in a way that made your knees weak. He looked similar to what you saw yesterday—a low bun, black jeans, and a shirt that revealed some of his tattoos. God, his tattoos made you imagine things that were too inappropriate to say out loud. “Sorry that I came so late, but I just got off work, and I really wanted to see the place Sam has been bugging me about for weeks.” He noticed how you were looking at him again, but he decided not to tease you about it.
“Um, hi.” You dusted off your hands and fixed the bottom part of your dress to make sure that everything was in it’s place. Bucky couldn’t help but follow your hands, staring at the way the hem of your dress moved around your thighs. “Do you need something? Like a book? Or you came just to get rid of Sam?”
“Yeah, maybe a fantasy book or something like that.”
“I can show you where we have it, but I, um, need to finish the work here, so it would be great if you'd find a book that you like by yourself. Is that okay?” His stare was intense, and you really didn’t know what to do with this. Was he always like that with women? But Nat said that he wasn’t a player, and you trusted her more than yourself.
“Totally.” You nodded, calmed down your nerves as much as you could to not embarrass yourself in front of him, and you showed the way to the shelves at the back of the shop.
“Take as much time as you need; I’ll go... there.” You pointed behind you to the piles of books, and Bucky chuckled at the way you were nervous around him. That was so fucking cute that he wanted to just scoop you up in his arms and make you blush again and again.
Almost ten minutes later, you showed up again with a few books in your hands that were from the fantasy section, and as much as you wanted to escape Bucky, you also wanted to finish your job. He just quickly looked at you, too interested in the book in his hands, but didn’t say anything.
You tried to reach the highest shelf to put the book in it’s place, but it was too far away. Usually you used a small ladder, but it was somewhere else now, and you just tried to do it standing on the tiptoes.
“Let me do it, princess.” Bucky chuckled, closing his book and putting it down, and reached out to help you.
“No!”
“You won’t reach it. Just give it to me.” He placed his hand on your back, stretching the other one.
“I can do it myself!”
You couldn’t. Because the next thing you know, the book slipped out of your hand when you tried to make more distance between you and Bucky, and you also lost control of the ones you held near your chest. Everything fell onto the floor with a loud ‘boom’ and you prayed that nothing got damaged.
Your head snapped back to say to Bucky that it was his fault, but he was already looking down at you, and you immediately forgot about everything. Only then did you realize that he was so close to you; his hand was holding your waist, and your back was almost pressed against his hard chest.
“Sorry.” He didn’t know what he was sorry for. That he distracted you and made you drop everything, or for what he did next. After his eyes quickly looked at your plump lips, his right hand fell onto your cheek, and he kissed you.
Your instant thought was to push him away, run, and hide in the storage room, but the firm hand on your face and waist made it impossible to move. Bucky almost devoured your mouth and completely controlled you, and you could barely keep up with the rhythm of the kiss.
He was good at it.
No one ever kissed you as if it were the best thing they'd ever tried, but Bucky just couldn’t stop. He spined your body, so you were not in that awkward and uncomfortable position anymore. Now that you were standing chest to chest, your back got pressed into the shelves, and Bucky was towering over you. It felt unknown but so right at the same time. Your experience in this area was really poor, but the adrenalin in your blood made you a little bit more sure of yourself.
“You’re doing something to me.” He breathed into the kiss, and you just whined without realizing it. He connected your lips again, tightening his hands on your waste and, that way, pulling you even closer. You had no idea where to put your hands, but your body seemed to work on autopilot, so they landed on his chest.
You felt something hard on the lower part of your belly, and the thought that Bucky had become hard solely because of the kiss nearly drove you insane. Hot, handsome, and charming men had never kissed you as if you were their last meal, teasing you with their bulge in the middle of your shop.
God, he must be big.
Your heart started beating so fast that you heard it in your ears. Was it the right thing to do? What should you do or say after that? Did he think that you kissed badly?
“I can almost hear the thoughts in your head. Why are you worrying? You don’t like or want it? Just say, and I’ll step away.” You licked your lips, as if you tried to taste him again. You felt how your face heated again from being so close to Bucky. He didn’t sound or look as if he were judging you, and it made you feel safe enough to tell what was going on in your head.
“I just—I'm not really familiar with it. I barely know you, and you just kissed me, and I am at a loss for what to do." You said, nervously playing with the material of his shirt. Bucky's hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him. It surprised you that he didn’t try to do anything to push you, like many other men who just think with their dicks. Your stomach tightened from the way he stared at your face.
"I understand and that’s okay if you feel a little bit scared. I’m not pushing you and you can say no to me. I really came here just to talk to you, but I cannot think of anything else but you. Can I kiss you, princess?” Your eyes closed when you felt his breath on your lips again. You couldn’t deny that you wanted it too, so you just slightly nodded to his question.
Bucky kissed you deeper and slower, allowing you to follow him. He stroked your cheek gently as his tongue slid into your mouth, causing you to moan. You swore that he smiled at your reaction, and it encouraged him to push his other hand from your waist to your thighs.
Your skin started tingling when you felt it going under your skirt. Tattooed fingers traced the soft lines on your legs until they reached your underwear. Only then did you realise that you were getting wet. This whole time, it was not just nerves; oh no, your body actually just craved that man in front of you and now you could do nothing to hide it. In your last attempt, you tried to push your legs together, but you made it worse when Bucky’s hand slipped higher and touched the wet spot.
“Holy fuck.” He growled, ending the kiss and looking down, where his hand stayed under your clothes. “You are not so innocent, huh?”
“Shy and innocent are two completely different things, Bucky.”
“Right.” Biting his lip, he looked up at you again with darkened eyes, and you felt his hand pressing onto your dressed core more firmly. “Can I taste you?"
Your eyes widen in shock. You were not a complete virgin, but unfortunately, you had never experienced that before. “My sexual life is actually really, and I mean really, meager, and no one ever asked me to do it.” You whispered, almost in embarrassment.
“So you’re telling me that no one asked to eat you out, princess? Well, that’s a shame. I bet your pussy is as sweet as you are.” He ran his nose across your cheek, enjoying your delicate skin and the light scent of your perfume, until he reached the sensitive part of your neck. “Your scent drives me crazy... You’re so sensitive, God. When was the last time you were with someone?” You tried to act normal and not shiever, but when Bucky’s finger was running up and down the soft cotton of your panties, it was nearly impossible to do.
“I don’t know. I did it just a few times, and I don’t date. Guys are not really interested in me.”
“Loosers.”
“Bucky.” You moaned his name when he suddenly fell to his knees. That view was so surreal for you. He seemed desperate to touch and taste you, to please you, even though he was painfully hard in his jeans. But he did not go too far because he was waiting for your response. “What if someone walks in?”
“There is a sign on the door. Are there many people who go to bookshops at that time?” Bucky took your left leg, slowly putting it on his shoulder. Your eyes followed every move with curiosity and a hint of worry when he turned his head to softly kiss your thigh.
“Okay.”
Bucky took your leg off his shoulder but only to slide his hands under your dress and take off your underwear. He did not break eye contact when he helped you step out of it and then put them in his jeans pocket. With a quick motion, your leg returned to it’s place near his face and you blushed, realising how close he was.
With his right hand on your thigh and the left one slowly creeping up your other leg, Bucky started leaving kisses higher and higher, until he finally reached your pulled-up dress. When his head suddenly lowered and you felt the first touch of his tongue, you almost died.
Up until that moment, you didn’t even realize how tense your body was, but that first lick sent a hot wave over you and you could not hold back a whine. You just became a fucking puddle under his touch.
Bucky was not much better than you. He gripped your thigh harder, as if he wanted you to be even closer, and moaned when your taste blossomed on his tongue. He knew that he was addicted now and that he could spend hours in between your legs. His tongue slipped across your folds, collecting your juice, and then circled around your sensitive clit.
“Fuck, princess. You’re s’ sweet.”
"Bucky—oh my god, please!” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but that tight knot in your stomach was becoming almost too painful, and you felt tears forming in your eyes. As if Bucky had already understood your body better, he put two fingers of his left hand at your entrance, slightly pushing in just the tips.
You moaned again, your hand moving on it’s own and grabbing Bucky’s hair in despair. He slowly slipped inside, letting you adjust while still not stopping the movements of his tongue. You felt so fucking tight and wet around his fingers and his cock painfully twiched in his jeans. He started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, and if you weren’t so far up in your head, you would’ve been embarrassed by the noises coming out of you.
The combination of his thick digits and tongue pushed you into your first orgasm. Your back arched, and your legs unconsciously tried to close, but Bucky did not let that happen, gripping your thigh tighter and holding you in place.
“Cum for me, pretty girl. C'mon, don’t be shy.” He encouraged you and that was everything you needed.
You had no idea what happened next because your body felt like it was floating and your head fell back with a moan of Bucky's name. He let you go through it, slowing his pace and pulling out his fingers. As much as he didn’t want to stop, he knew that it was enough for you for the first time.
You felt how Bucky jently lowered your leg and then, holding you by the waist, stood up and shamelessly licked his shiny lips. “I can’t believe you actually just did that. No one has ever given me an orgasm.”
“Princess… You’re unbelievable.” He got closer to you, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. You could feel hardness in his pants, and while Bucky did not try to push it any further, the desire within you made you bold.
“Do you have a condom?” Bucky immediately pulled away from you, his eyes darker than before and his hands tightening on your waist. You bit your lip and lowered your gaze, as if you said something wrong.
"No, no, no, you can’t get shy after you just asked me this. Eyes on me, princess. Do you really want it?"
“I do.”
Bucky connected your lips, distracting you from unnecessary thoughts, and you felt two hands on the back sides of your thighs. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, as if your body knew what to do better than you. You both moaned when his bulge met with your dripping core; Bucky’s grip tightened and he slightly moved your hips.
Firmly holding you in his hands, Bucky stepped away from the shelves and went to the table that was standing nearby. He blindly moved aside some books there, dropping a few on the floor and receiving a groan from you. He put you on the flat surface, not moving away from between your legs.
Your hands finally felt more confident to study his tattooed skin. You never realised that you were into people with tattoos, but now, looking at the variety of things covering his tanned skin, your belly tightened with anticipation. Your hands slowly reached his neck, slightly pulling him closer.
“You didn’t answer my question. Do you have it?” Instead of replying to you, Bucky, not breaking eye contact, reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet. He opened it, taking the shiny square that was sticking out of there.
Your eyes shot up at him, meeting his half-hooded and full-of-lust eyes. Bucky looked right back at you, mesmerized by your beauty—by the way your cheeks heated and your lips were slightly swollen. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, sliding them with boxers down his legs, until his hard as rock cock was free with pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“If you’re going to look at me like that, then I might cum like a teenager before everything starts, princess.” Bucky growled, squeezing your thigh in his hand. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, then looked at his face again. You didn’t want to stare at his cock, but holy shit, it was better and bigger than everything you’ve seen before. You wondered what it would taste like, and that one thought made you clench around nothing.
With a quick, smooth motion, Bucky opened the package with his teeth, sliding the condom down his shaft. His hand moved you closer to the edge of the table, so now your faces were just a few centimeters away and you could feel his cock through the fabric of your dress.
“Be a good girl and hold it here for me.” Bucky folded your dress on your stomach, guiding your hand there, so he had better access to your sweet pussy. He had to see how he was disappearing inside of you with his own fucking eyes.
“Bucky…” You whined because of the way you were exposed to him, but you still did what he said. With wide eyes, you looked at how he moved even closer to you, slightly brushing your folds with the tip. Your free arm gripped his tattooed forearm, digging in your nails.
“So wet for me, so pretty... God, princess. I won’t be able to keep my hands from you. Say you want this. I need to hear it.” He palmed the side of your face, making you look up at him, and held himself at your entrance at the same time.
“I want it. Please.” You whispered, your eyes running back and forth between his pretty blues.
When he finally started slowly pushing into you, your mouth opened with a silent moan, and your eyes almost crossed with the way your whole body got covered with goosebumps. Bucky could not tear his eyes away from the place you two were connected. He felt every movement of your body and felt how your pussy almost sucked him inside.
He knew that you would feel good, but he did not realize that it would feel like the most correct thing in his life.
Bucky finally bottomed into you, stretching you the way you had never been before. You both thought that you could cum in that exact second, but you also both wanted to extend this moment as much as you could.
“Princess…” That sounded so desperate when Bucky finally started moving his hips, dragging his cock out and then pushing right back in. "Fuck, I need to kiss you. You feel like a fuckin’ heaven, holy shit.” Not stopping sliding into you at a steady pace, he dragged your face closer, as if his life were depending on it. Bucky greedily bit and sucked your bottom lip, swallowing every moan and whine you let out.
“Mh— I can’t— oh, Bucky!” You cried, trying to hide your face in the crook of his neck.
He pulled you back away from his body, holding you that way so he had a better view of your face and body. He felt the way your thighs tried to squeeze together, your face started to heat and you tried to look away.
“Don’t you dare become shy when I’m balls deep in you, princess.” He slowed his movements and teased you until you almost begged him to fuck you properly again. “You need to cum, huh? Show me those pretty eyes; don’t hide from me, c’mon.” You looked up, almost whining from the way he was looking at you. Pupils blown out, eyes slightly narrowed, and running around your face with interest and desire. “Do you need something? Speak up, sweet girl.”
“I want to cum. Let me, please.”
“Good fucking girl.”
Bucky started fucking you with a new forse; the table under you was squeaking with every move, making the whole scene even dirtier. You could not care about embarrassment anymore, moaning Bucky name and begging him to be harder.
You both felt how close you were.
Your hand, with your skirt in it, tightened around the fabric, your spread legs were trembling and you started uncontrollably squeezing Bucky’s cock inside of you. His dirty words made your vision foggy with satisfaction and the way he didn’t stop hitting your sweet spot was enough for you to go crazy with an overwhelming orgasm.
“Bucky! Bucky, oh my— fuuuck!” You cried in pleasure, feeling a few more thrusts of his throbbing cock, until he finally slowed down and emptied himself in the condom. Your body fell forward right into Bucky’s chest, too tired to even sit straight. He wrapped his hands around you, slowly stroking your back and kissing your temple.
“You are fucking amazing, princess.” He mumbled into your hair and you just hummed in response. After a few quiet minutes, when your head started to clear up and the whole weight of this situation fell on you, you finally pulled away, hiding your eyes from him again. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I just… I don’t know what we are supposed to do in this situation; I mean— it was just sex for you, right?” You asked, focusing on one particular tattoo on Bucky’s neck to not show how nervous you were.
Bucky didn’t answer for a few seconds, but you felt the weight of his eyes on you. Then he lifted your face with one of his hands and softly smiled at you. “If it meant nothing for me, I would’ve already been on my way home. I want you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you and I won’t be satisfied until you let me take you out. Are you free tomorrow evening, sweetheart?” He cooed, playfully tilting his head to the side. That man and his charm would be the death of you…
“Um, okay. I’m free, if you’re not kidding.”
“Not in the slightest. Now get dressed. I'm taking you home.” He pecked your lips before slowly pulling out of you and getting rid of the condom. You slowly jumped from the table, legs trembling from two mind-blowing orgasms, not missing how Bucky’s smirked at you.
“You don’t have to take me home, Bucky.” You fixed your dress and hair as much as you could without a mirror and then picked up the books from the floor that were forgotten during your makeout session.
“Well, I didn’t see a car near the shop, so I assume you’re walking home. And it’s dark.” He walked behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. “I don’t like this idea. I’m driving you home, princess.”
“Fine. You won.” You playfully made an annoyed voice to what Bucky just chuckled and held you even closer.
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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓 : 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ◇
God Isn't Here
【Synopsis】 : Bad Boy Bucky wanted to change for you. Be the better man you deserved, but what if you ended up changing more than him?
『W.C』 : 3.70k
-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Slice of Life. Toxic family. Smut. ANGST. Sad Stuff.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: BadBoy!Bucky x Religious!GoodGirl!Reader
[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Heavy religious background. Mention of a cult like life. Lots of trauma. Pet names. Swearing. Corruption and slight manipulation. Thigh riding. Dry humping. Oral. Crying turned to sobbing. (I'm sorry this is a shit show). Fingering. Sight sir kink (I can't help myself). When I say this is messy….this is MESSY, FILTHY, DIRTY. Breast play. Clothing is literally being ripped apart. Slight ass play and mention of anal. Hickies. Mention of sex toys. There is way too much dirty talk cause Bucky has a filthy mouth. Use of the name slut. So much sobbing, please forgive me. Cowgirl. Unprotected sex. Loss of virginity. Spanking.
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Perfection. That was what your family described you as. Their perfect little daughter. Naturally pretty, above-average smarts and a people person. Well, that was what your parents dressed you as. They weren't half wrong to be fair. You wanted nothing more than to be the sweet daughter that your parents wanted. But once your heart fell for the mysterious man that stumbled in the back of your bookshop one day. Perfect was no longer the description to view you as.
Rough, mysterious, heartbreaking, bad boy. He looked like he jumped straight out of a dark romance novel. He was everything you were not, and when he laid eyes on you, he knew he wanted to know you, have you, hold you. To fuck the innocence out of you. But he proceeded with caution. Not wanting to scare you away. He was known as a player, someone that fucked around and partied most weekends…
Yet he changed.
Changed for you. He dotted on you. Followed you around like a loving puppy that found his favourite thing in the world. Which he had. You were his everything and the love of his life, and he would do anything for you. And he made sure you knew that every chance he could. Bringing you flowers to your work or gifting you with a home-cooked meal even though he wasn’t the greatest cook. He wanted you to know that he loves you. Forever and always. And when you were cuddling on the couch in your shared apartment―the apartment your parents didn’t know you had―one night, Bucky couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself. He tried not to do something you didn’t want but fucking his fist to the thought of you was no longer working. He needed the real deal. And tonight he tried his luck. His touches were slow, sensual. You almost didn’t notice them while you were so focused on the new show Fionna and Cake in front of you. But when his fingertips grazed the end of your sleep shorts, your head snapped to him seeing he was completely focused on you, not even paying attention to the TV.
You gulped, looking at him with such wide innocent eyes. The tingle in your gut made you confused, but it also intrigued you, wanting to know what it was, but you were also scared it might be considered unholy. You see, you were fighting an inner battle. Yes, you had left your family's practice and ran away with Bucky after he convinced you of your family's toxic lifestyle. You wouldn’t ever consider your life being involved around a cult-like community, but yet it was all you knew. And when you opened a bookshop in your hometown, your parents made sure to monitor the shop like hawks, but neither of them would have thought someone like James Bucky Barnes would stumble into the doors of the sweet establishment. Without even realizing it, that day you started losing your faith in god, if you even had any. It was just a way of life to you and you didn’t know any better back then but now you explore the world day by day with your sweet lover boy and god definitely didn’t have anything to do with that.
“W-what are you doing?” As if you couldn’t sound any more cute than you did right this minute. His blue eyes darkened, sucking in a breath as he watched you squirm. Your doe eyes watched him intensely, your hand snaking down to grab his, holding him still. Did you really not know what teasing was? Then again, you didn’t know most things until he came along. When he first kissed you, he still remembers the shocked expression you made and how you slapped his chest slightly saying ‘We aren’t supposed to do that.’ But now all you do is kiss him. Morning kisses, hello and goodbye kisses. If you walked into the room, he would grab you for a smooch. He loved kissing you, and even though you would not admit it, you craved them too.
“I’m just wanting to touch you, Doll.” His soft voice sent shivers down your spine. You gulped, not knowing what exactly he meant. You gave him a confused expression, and it finally clicked in his head that you didn’t know what was going on. “Can I touch you, baby?”
You smiled letting his hand slip into your own, tilting your head “But you are touching me Jamie.”
Oh fuck, you look so goddamn cute and it made him want to pin you to the couch and fuck you into next week. He wanted, needed to teach you this side of life you didn’t know about. Take it slow, Bucky repeated to himself, placing his hand free hand on top of yours. He closed the distance between your lips but just kept enough space to let you pick whether or not to actually kiss him. And when you gave him a simple smile before sealing your soft lips on his, he took it as a green light to push you further.
“I mean touch sensually...” He peaked your lips again. “Touch you where the ache it.” He kissed the corner of your mouth as both of his hands got free, letting his finger graze your top thigh before slowly slipping towards your inner thigh. Your eyes never left his, eyebrows knotting in anticipation. Your brain was screaming at you, saying what you were about to do was sinful and bad. But your body craved to see what he could do. Could he really help take that ache that pulses in your stomach away? The idea of giving yourself to Bucky more than frightened you… it excited you.
“What are you gonna do to me?” You didn’t mean to sound so seductive, but Bucky drank every word you spoke. And the way you said it would have any man eating out of your hand, yet you didn’t even notice. Merely thinking you were simply asking an innocent question.
“Oh, Darling.” He dipped his fingers further up your thigh, helping you open your legs without a thought, too focused on what Bucky might say. And he thought, for maybe two point five seconds on what he might say. Does he ease in and take it slow like his brain has been repeating for the past month, or does he just drop his filter and see how you react?
He chose to fuck around and find out….
“I want to put my fingers deep inside your pussy.” Your eyes widened at the lewd words that spilled off your lover's tongue. “I want to know what it feels like to fuck you, make love to you.” His fingertips graze your covered core and it makes you jump, whimpering out. You gripped his wrist trying to stop him but you didn’t move him away, too curious to see what he’d do. “Would you let me see what your cunt feels like angel?”
“Y-you can't make l-love to me yet. We aren't married.” That was what you took out of his whole confession. Man has got his work cut out for him. He had to laugh a low, deep grumble, making you shiver. His fingers were still playing with your covered core, trying to pull at the buttons of your pants. “We haven't decided if we want kids yet.”
“Kids?” Okay, now he was the one confused, “Who said anything about kids, Doll?”
“Y-you know…” damn now you feel stupid, of course, this was another thing your parents taught you wrong. You tried to learn things on your own, only just recently finding out what a male privates were called. You felt so small in this outside world, and you tried your hardest not to let Bucky see just how closed off you were growing up, but sometimes it slips out, just like now. And the only way to get out of this was to explain yourself. “You only mate to have bare children. No pleasure or love… it’s a ritual that a married couple performs to conceive kids.”
Bucky tried not to look shocked, but then again, he really wasn't. When he found out you were living in cult-like conditions, he did everything in his power to get you out of that situation whether you liked him to or not. He couldn’t just leave such a sweet thing like you to be devoured by the jaws of a sick bastard who played a so-called god. “My sweet, sweet baby. There is so much more to love-making than bearing children. Do you want me to show you?”
He gave you one last slow kiss, holding your cheek with his free hand, keeping you in place. You sigh in the kiss, feeling a kind of relief and safety. All he wanted to do was keep you comfortable and not do anything you were unsure of. But now you wanted to give back. Give back to his kindness and understanding. You wanted to know, to know what it felt like to be with someone completely. But your mind kept playing the idea that you were betraying your god. You were fighting an inner battle, and you didn’t know what to do. “Y-You can s-show me B-Bucky.”
He shifted his weight, turning to look at you straight on. He placed both hands on either side of your face before asking again. “I need you to say yes, baby. Do you want this? Are you sure?”
“Yes.” You might have said that a little too quickly for your liking, but Bucky. Oh, he’d been waiting for this moment, and it couldn’t be any more perfect. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you up onto his lap. Your face was flustered a bright red. Your hands instantly gripped onto his shoulders as his own snakes under your loose top, feeling your bare tummy. He kisses you on your lips, then a peck on your cheek, then jaw. Before moving down to your neck. His hot tongue licked a long strip against your skin, making you shiver, digging your fingers into his shirt. He chuckled, feeling your hips wiggle, trying to subconsciously relieve the ache. He held your hip with his right hand, helping you move slowly, letting you take control for the moment. He wanted to ease you in, let you find your rhythm. “J-James I f-feel.”
“Feel what baby? What do you feel?” He pulled away to look at you, using his free metal hand to slowly move down your navel before landing just above your core. Your eyes stayed closed, rocking your hips slowly. Your clit was brushing against your jeans just right and it was sending your head into a spin. You didn’t know how to describe the feeling but it felt, good. Right, almost. And then he cupped your pussy making you jump.
“I feel hot… I think I-I’m sweating d-down….” You looked down, seeing his hand holding your core. He looked down to, knowing exactly what you were saying. Chuckling against, he rubbed his two cold metallic middle fingers along your covered slit.
“It’s not sweat, Doll. It’s called cum. It comes out of you when you’re feeling good.” he continued to rub you making your mouth fall agape slightly. He leaned towards your ear kissing the top of your neck before whispering. “and it tastes delicious too. Can you give me a taste baby?”
You hesitantly nodded, “Yes, but is…” He looks at you in your wide eyes. “ W-what about g-gods w…”
“Fuck god. He doesn’t know a good thing if it was staring at him in the face.” His voice was laced with aggression. But his lips against your neck were soft, gentle. “Forget god, baby. It’s just you and me.”
You and me…. Something he has said to you since you met. Sneaking out, he always said it was you and him against the world and the day you had packed your bag―with what little you had―and left while your parents were out, you knew he’d be there for you. You still wonder if your parents even read the note you left them. But then again, they most likely would have thrown it away, not caring for a sinner like you anymore. “I don’t know if I c-can…Bucky…”
He stopped. For a moment. Anger was surging through him. Your family fucked you up so much and all he wanted to was find each and every one of those preachers and kill them where they stood. He wanted to protect you, hold you. Love you. “Yes you can angel. You can do anything you want. You are so strong.”
And with that, you kiss him, taking in a big breath in through your nose. He pulled away first, making you chase his lips, but as his body sank onto the floor, making you watched with curiosity. He sat on his knees, never breaking eye contact with you. His hands find the buttons on your jean shorts, helping you loosen them before ultimately slipping them off. Everything was happening so fast yet so slowly as well. your body was shaking, feeling exposed without your pants, but as his gaze switched from yours to your core between your legs, you couldn’t help but whimper. “James…”
“It’s okay baby I’m going to make you feel good. I promise.” He lent in pushing your panties to the sides and finally getting a good view of your soaked cunt. “Fuck, you are so pretty baby.” he wasted no time in licking a long strip along your folds making you make a high-pitched noise that was music to Bucky's ears. He got to work, suckling, biting and tending to your core. You had thrown your head back against the couch, grabbing your lover's thick dark hair and spreading your legs wider for him without realizing. A strange feeling was brewing in your lower tummy and you couldn’t find the words to explain it. You were feeling all types of emotions, happiness, guilt, hatred, lust and everything in between. And then Bucky took his fingers against your core making you jump.
“Bucky, w-wait…” But your lover didn’t listen cause he knew you’d just start talking about god again. He needed you to listen to him and if words weren't going to work. Maybe a demonstration would. His mouth cages your clit while his finger begins to sink into you slowly and you felt electricity surge through you. Everything you did for your parents. The little girl that “raised right” was slowly slipping away and it was terrifying you. Tears started prickling down your face, feeling so good but so guilty at the same time. Why did your parents have to do what they did to you? Why couldn’t they have raised you normally? Were you could make your own mistakes. You hated them. You hated everything. Everything except Bucky. “G-god…”
You didn’t know what you wanted to say, but you knew he wasn’t going to listen. In fact, he snapped instead, making a chill pool inside you. “God isn’t here baby, now let me have my meal. Got that?”
“Yes sir…” You cried, feeling him put another finger inside you.
“Fuck say that again…” He groan against your clit.
“S-Sir…” You obeyed, feeling his fingers thrusted in a harsh pace, making you scream out, tears pouring out of you more and more with your mouth spilling out saliva onto your chin.
“That’s right, baby. This is my pussy yeah? I get to play with her―Fuck her whenever I want. Do you understand?” He chuckled, nibbling on your puffy nub.
“Y-yes sir. Please, have me whenever you’d like. I’ll be good. I promise. Fffuuck!!” You’ve never sworn before, but it felt like a word needed for this occasion. A band in you snapped, feeling yourself clench around Bucky's fingers. He slowed down until he came to a stop, but not pulling his fingers out just yet. He had to see your face, the way your nose scrunched up when his thumb pressed firmly on your clit and fingers slowly slipping from inside you helping your ride out your high. Hearing you swear was single-handedly the sexiest thing you could do. He stood up quickly, grabbing your wrist so he could pull you up making you stand. But your legs didn’t want to work so he had to hold you up.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’re always good, baby. My sweet girl.” he pecked your nose, making you smile. He rubbed away some of your tears with his left thumb. You both stood there for a moment, letting you catch your breath. But without you noticing, he undid his belt and jean buttons, shaking his jeans off. You only then noticed when a hard object poked your tummy. Looking down, you see his appendage under his boxers. You had to gulp worried as to how it might fit inside you. He licked his lips watching you inspect him, he had no shame, slipping his thumb under the band of his boxer before pulling it down, letting his cock spring free.
You gasped, seeing his dick whack his navel. Its red angry tip leaking out some pre-cum and twitching just at the thought you’d touch it. You looked back at his eyes with wide doe eyes, almost silently asking what was going to happen next. He swung you both around so his back was facing the couch before taking a seat on it. He pulled you along, letting you take a seat on his lap. The feeling of his hot cock against your pussy made you clench around nothing. Your nerves were shot and you were shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement.
“Ready?” He simply asked, snaking his hands under your top tugging on the fabric slightly. You nodded, answering with a small yes before he took the end of your shirt and ripped it down the middle. You gasped, moaning without thinking. Your chest was suddenly exposed to him, leaving you completely bare for him. He had a sadistic smirk painting his features, leaning down he licked your left nipple making you whimper out his name. Your hands found his shoulders, letting him attack your chest with harsh red and purple marks. His hands that layed on your hips moved behind you. One grabbed a hand full of your ass while the other one glided toward your asshole. He put pressure against your hole, and it made you wiggle in his grasp. He lived for your reaction.
“Sensitive Doll? I wonder what I would feel like to fuck this tight little ass too? Hmm.” His dirty words made you feel filthy in the best way. His thumb slipped into your puckered hole for a moment sending a new feeling through your system. Anything he did was pushing your buttons correctly. It was like he knew your body better than you did. “You’re just a dirty girl, aren’t you? Wanting to be fucking in the ass? Bet I could fuck this pussy while I have a pretty dildo up your ass. Hmm. Would you like that? You want to be my little slut?”
“I-I’m not dirty…I..I..” You didn’t know what to say, feeling conflicted in his words. But he couldn’t care. Your body was reacting perfectly to his words, and that’s all he needed.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fuck you nice and full. And then we can go shopping. I plan on showing you all the pleasure you’d been missing out on.” his laugh was lewd, almost cruel sounding and you couldn’t help but moan in response. He lifted you up slowly without you taking much notice, only focusing on his finger thrusting in your asshole softly. It was only when a sharp pain started forming in your front you snapped your eyes open looking down.
“F-fuck…JAMES!!” he helped you sink down slowly until you had him completely nestled inside your aching cunt. You were crying again. But it was different this time. The pain was only slight, you actually didn’t mind the pain. But it was the value of what you had just done. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you sobbed. Crying from all the frustration. All the anger you had against your parents. Against your community. You had now completely turned your back on the god you once worshipped. All your life learning certain things was for nothing.
“Shhhh. It’s okay.” he rubbed your back, feeling a tingle in his gut. God, you felt so good, your pussy was clenching him perfectly but he felt sorry for you. You had lived only one way and he came in and changed your life in a blink of an eye and it wouldn't had been easy one bit for you.
He had made a promise to himself that night. While his hips started to move and your body started to stutter with him. While his lips were on yours or sucking sharply on your neck. While his hands smacked your plump ass helping you ride his cock at a desperate pace. And when he bent you over the edge of the couch so he could fuck you from behind while you creamed all over his cock for the fourth time. He was going to love you, now and forever. He was going to teach you new things every day and always make sure you were the best version of yourself. And he was going to also fuck you in every room of this house…
That last part might of just been more for his sake but it’s the thought that counts.
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Read Between The Lines
Pairing: Modern!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Word Count: 6.6k
Summary: There shouldn’t have been anything unusual about your routine visit to the local bookstore. Your life was simple and mundane, even if you were a daydreamer at heart. But you were pleasantly surprised when this time you met a handsome stranger between the shelves.
Warnings: Pure fluff, meet cute, meddling bookstore owners, lets also pretend that walking someone home after you’ve only just met is fine 😅🤣
Author’s Note: Unbeta’d, warning graphics and dividers by @rookthorne 💜 hope you enjoy your gift my love 🥰
It was an early morning in Brooklyn as you walked down the cobblestone path — a light dusting of wind had you wrapping your coat tighter around you while a chill tingled your cheeks.
Finally, a free day marked out in your calendar meant you had the opportunity to spend some time to yourself and of course, that had to include the cutesy, tucked away bookshop — fittingly named Hidden Treasures — found in an unplanned outing; a true secret gem you held dear to your heart.
Weekly stops to your new bookstore soon became routine in your life. A daydreamer at heart, you were always on the hunt for a new fairytale or fantasy to delve into; best friends to lovers, soulmates bound to fall in love, a bump in with a handsome stranger — a girl could dream.
Modern dating had proven disastrous for you when plenty of first dates arranged online had turned sour fast. That embarrassment was enough to have you swear off real romance for life.
So, you had always kept your head in your books. Yes, your days might have been a little stale. And yes, you could have used a little more excitement in your life. But, you were more than happy to stick to your safety net of fictional men — they would never disappoint you.
The chime from the store bell rang as soon as you opened the door and stepped inside. Shimmying your coat and scarf off, you hung them on the rack and sighed happily. By the counter as always was Teddy; the sweet, old man who had greeted you with a beaming smile and an enthusiastic wave since your first visit. “Morning, darlin’!”
“Good morning, Ted.” It was impossible to contain your wide grin as you stomped the dirt off your boots onto the mat, happy to see the bookstore owner and your now good friend. “I’ll catch you when I’m finished, okay?”
As usual, Teddy gave you the go ahead with a nudge of his head to get on with your weekly haul, already expecting you to jump into your adventure of fiction and find him after.
The feeling of being transported into another world each time never disappeared. The floor to ceiling oak bookshelves wrapped in green vines, towered over you like castles and the bumps and ridges of variously sized books you ran your hands over reminded you of their stone walls. Fairy lights were strung between the exposed wooden beams of the roof and streams of daylight casted in through the window that brightened the shop.
All your responsibilities vanished for the time being and a blissful peace clouded the stress and anxiety of the week. It was magical.
Endless coves and hideouts hid around the shop — the amount of times you had gotten lost, even in such a small space, never failed to amuse Teddy. You would always find your way back to the counter, a stack of books overflowing in your arms with a sheepish expression. You were still finding secrets to this very day.
After idly walking around the cozy bookshop for a while with no real goal, you eventually decided to stroll towards the romance section. You were on a mission to find the next installment of the series you were currently reading, browsing from A-Z and trailing the tip of your finger along the coffee stained, worned spines.
The rustic smell you could only find between the pages of written stories were deeply breathed in as you hummed along to the calm jazz song that played from the speakers. You scoured through the endless selection until you reached exactly what you were looking for. Finger coming to a stop, you were about to carefully pluck the book from the shelf.
Now, you believed you were a cautious person — a healthy amount of awareness of your surroundings never hurt to keep you safe. However, instinct seemed to fail you when a figure brushed your back. They were directly behind you, light on their feet and quiet.
The tiny hairs on your arms stood up, alert with the presence close by and before you could have spun around, a thick arm stretched over the top of your head and into your vision.
The feel of ringed fingers gently brushed against yours as they landed on the book you planned to take. You looked at both of your hands, transfixed at the difference in size between you. The staccato of your heart was sent into overdrive, thumping wildly against your chest.
You watched in real time as the cold silver against your warm skin thrummed all the way through your body, a bolt of electricity tingling your nerves — never had you felt more alive.
Following a path from the stranger's hands all the way up his arms, the pattern of colourful tattoos screamed out at you. Beautiful, intricate designs with immaculate detailing bursted over his olive skin and decorated his frame perfectly.
There was no doubt this stranger heard the small gasp you let loose. But you couldn’t have helped it. Those arms taunted you — the devil on your shoulder poked its sharp tail against you and whispered delightful sins into your ear.
Down girl. You didn't even know him yet.
“Oh!” The stranger exclaimed. “My apologies, Doll. Looks like we were reaching for the same book.” The deep voice that rumbled above caused a shiver to run down your spine — pure heaven in your ears.
You gained the courage to turn around and look up at his face, and you were utterly mesmerised at the ocean blues staring straight into your soul, reaching into the deep valleys of guarded secrets you kept close to your heart. Everything you wanted to keep hidden started to unravel in one look. You were unsure whether you loved it or hated it.
Your mouth fell agape as this tattooed stranger with a dreamy gaze smirked, watching you take his appearance in. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you racked your head for something to say as your eyes darted over his features — desperate to take in his beauty.
However, you failed to realise this man had also been basking in your beauty too, obsessing over every detail of your face. You watched him slowly lick his lips, flitting his eyes up and down your figure before he summarised, “Huh — I guess you do look the type for a good romance.”
As much as you tried to remain composed, your mind apparently had decided that was the time to throw your filter out the window. “I can’t say the same for you.”
Your mouth instantly fell open in shock, mortified at your audacity. The embarrassment of your own awkward nature forced you to slap your hand over your mouth.
Quick to want to rectify your mistake, you stuttered, falling over your own words as you attempted to say your apologies. “Oh my god. I didn’t— I didn’t mean it like that, I swear! Just— just with the tattoos and— and the— the um…” your words trailed off as you gawked at his nose ring in awe.
You were too busy lost in this man’s invisible spell to notice the laugh he tried to keep in. All you paid attention to was his teeth biting into his plump bottom lip.
However, it was the sudden realisation of the position the two of you hadn’t moved from that shook you out of your haze — now hyper aware of the proximity against each of your chests. The way this walking, tatted sin on legs, plucked straight from your dreams held eye contact astounded you. Your legs were almost forced to cross over each other, to stop the flutter between them as his breath tickled your neck and the scent of mint and leather permeated your senses.
Outwardly shaking your head to snap out of your brain fog, you stepped back to lean against the bookshelf, out of this unusual hold of a stranger so you could actually think properly.
You undoubtedly expected him to bid you farewell, for him to take offense to your quip (rightfully so) and never see him again — your chance flushed down the drain already due to your own inability to socialise like a human being.
The world would be that cruel to you, you figured. To dangle the most gorgeous man you had ever seen in front of you only to rip him away because of your lack of grace. Why not after your so called luck with dating?
So it was to your pleasant surprise that instead, this stranger wasn’t repelled by you and in fact took a step closer towards you, eyes homed onto yours intensely with a glint of mischief. “While my looks may be deceiving,” he rested his hand on the shelf beside you and leaned down to your height. “I sure don’t mind the element of surprise if it captures the attention of a pretty girl.”
The charm and the charisma that seeped from his pores had you releasing a giggle. And the delight of being the cause of that twinkle in his cerulean eyes was unlike anything else.
Testing the waters, you teased him, praying you didnt mess up the second chance you had been graciously gifted. “Do you normally pick up girls in bookstores?”
The bewitching stranger didn’t let up on his allure though. “This is actually my first time, is it obvious how bad I am at this?”
“You’re not doing so bad.” You shrugged, a smile edging its way into your face.
“Well, thank god for that.” He dramatically clasped his hand to his heart, blowing out a breath. “I was hoping that would work because I had no more pick up lines to win you over.”
Your laughter filled the aisle. His endearing nature — just the right balance of wit and appeal — attracted you even more.
A calm broke over the two of you as your joint amusement naturally settled. You both continued to gaze at the other before your companion introduced himself. “I’m Bucky.”
Bucky. You finally had the stranger’s name and it suited him, you figured. Hearing it gave you a warm feeling in your chest and an itch to test it on your tongue.
“Can I have the pleasure of knowing your name too?” he asked smoothly.
The subtle cock of his head and that damned sparkle in his eye, finished off with a tongue in cheek smile almost had you giving in. Bucky was patient as the tension brewed in the air and he looked at you as though all of his problems would have been answered if he knew what to call you.
However, a sudden defiant nature within you wanted to test him. Make him work for something so personal. “I think I’ll stick with keeping it to myself for now,” you granted him instead.
Bucky was visibly surprised with your comeback, eyes widening the slightest as he stood tall and slid his hands into his jean pockets, but the glint in his eyes told you he liked your sass — a mystery stood in front of him that he was desperate to unravel.
“Elusive, I like it.” He cocked his hip and grinned, giving you an appreciative once over before he declared, “Doll it is then, sweetheart.”
Your heart swooped. Like you were on a rollercoaster, about to drop from the highest point. The rush you experienced from one small interaction was addictive and you wanted more.
“So,” Bucky said. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut and winced as a flush crept up his neck.
Discreetly, you covered your mouth with your hand to hide the laughter lodged in your throat. You actually thought his dorkiness was adorable, but you wanted to let him suffer for a little longer. “Is that really what you’re going with?” You sniggered. “I knew you said you were out of pick up lines, big guy, but you’re scraping the barrel with that one.”
Bucky squinted his eyes open and sighed. “I know — I know — that one was awful.” Surprisingly, he managed to pull you back in with his dreamy smile. “I swear I got better game than that.”
“Oh really?” You challenged, crossing your arms over each other. “I don’t believe it.”
But as quick as a whistle, he retorted. “Go out with me and you’ll soon know how I could win you over.”
It was your turn to stifle the heat rising to your cheeks. There was a hopefulness in his gaze, desperately pulling you in. The hopeless romantic in you could have fallen in love with him right there and then, but you knew that wasn’t at all reasonable or realistic.
“Okay, I’ll give you that one,” you laughed. Turning on your heels to pluck the very book that had been the cause of your bump in with your beautiful stranger, you waved the book over your shoulder, “But I think I better go pay for this.”
“Ah, you beat me to it, Doll.” He clicked his tongue, a bout of sadness to his tone. “Would you mind if I walked with you? I’ve already got everything I hoped for.” Bucky’s eyes never left yours as he reached over the top of your head, once again trapping you, and taking a book from the shelf.
Had your mind been any less fuzzy, you would have noticed he hadn’t even looked at which book he was reaching for, picking one at random to gently wave in the air between you, too.
You cleared your throat. “Y—yeah, of course! Not a problem whatsoever.”
After Bucky had stepped back, he gestured for you to go first and the two of you silently walked over to the counter. You tried to discreetly glance over your shoulder, unable to resist looking at him. But your cheeks heated up when he met your gaze and winked.
Once you reached the counter, you offered a bright smile to Teddy, who was already grinning back at you. Placing your chosen book on the wood between you for him to scan, he raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Just the one for you today, little one?”
“Just the one this time, Ted.” You confirmed.
“That’s unlike you.” Teddy hummed in thought. “Didn’t find anything else you like back there?”
You mumbled under your breath, quiet enough that Teddy struggled to hear, “You could say that.”
Aware that Bucky was literally right behind you, you swiftly changed the subject. “How’s that husband of yours getting on anyway?”
George, said husband of Teddy, had been away for a trip overseas to collect rare editions of books on his wish list (along with a few surprise items for Teddy that you knew of) and as much as Teddy loved to keep up his beloved, bubbly personality alive in the shop, you knew he missed him deep down. The pair of them were two peas in a pod — incomplete without the other.
So, you were shocked to see a grin crawl on his face as he scanned your book. “You can ask him yourself.”
You were confused until another figure popped their head around the doorway of the back room with a flourish. You gasped and ran towards him, throwing your arms around his neck for a hug. “George! I wasn’t expecting you back so soon!”
George rocked you side to side with a big squeeze before he held you at arms length with fondness to check you over. Your face scrunched up when he booped the tip of your nose. “Yeah well, you can’t keep me away for too long, sweetheart.” Playfully side eyeing Teddy, he brought you closer and whispered loud enough for his husband to hear him say, “Besides, someone has to keep this troublemaker in check, don’t they?”
“Haven't got the slightest idea what you could mean, Georgie.” Teddy overheard and put on his most innocent face. You giggled into George, amused by his husband’s antics. “I’m an angel.”
Their love encompassed everything you wanted from a life partner. You longed for their banter and their care and the passionate fire that was still raging all these years later between them.
Looking over to Bucky, you were caught off guard to find him gazing at you already, a smile on his face that slightly scrunched up his nose.
You stepped back to the counter, heated under the spotlight just as Teddy rang you up with a price. Though, you didn’t miss the seemingly casual glance he made behind you. “Mornin’, Buck. Got any nice plans for today?”
You frowned, surprised that they were familiar with each other. Bucky cleared his throat before he spoke from behind you, “Just a small visit here today I’m afraid, Ted.”
Teddy still continued to speak over your shoulder as he took a suspiciously long time to bag up your book. “Right,” he murmured. “No plans for the rest of the day then?”
“Nah.” Bucky's voice rumbled at your back, as if he had taken a step closer to you. “Nothing else, unfortunately. Can’t go anywhere without a pretty date now, can I, Teds?”
Almost immediately, Teddy looked at you, a glint in his eye of excitement before he innocently offered, “I may know someone.”
You choked, causing all three men to look at you; Teddy had a shit eating grin on his face, while George tried to hide his laughter in his hand — unsuccessfully. You could even feel Bucky’s stare locked in on you from behind.
“Don’t you dare,” you muttered under your breath to Teddy.
But you knew by his wicked smile your threat wouldn’t stop him from meddling. “Why don’t you walk little one home after this? Get to know each other,” he said to Bucky.
Amazed by the man’s audacity, you scolded him. “Teddy!”
“Nonsense, girl,” Teddy rounded the counter to you and slid his arm around your shoulders, turning you towards Bucky before he continued. “Besides, you heard the boy. He needs some company and I know for a fact you’ve got no plans apart from locking yourself at home.” Teddy looked proud of himself as he shrugged. “Problem solved.”
He wasn’t lying. Although you were a little embarrassed he would out you like that, you in fact did not have any other plans. Traitor.
“As lovely as Bucky seems, I don’t know him, Ted.” Quickly you glanced at Bucky and shyly uttered, “I mean no offense by that.”
“Don’t worry, dollface,” he said and you just knew by the grin on his face he was about to tease you. “I think I’m used to it by now.”
Bucky snorted at your mouth falling open in shock. Cheeky bastard.
“Oh, dating back in my day was so easy.” Teddy sighed. “You liked the look of someone? You speak to them. You want to get to know them? Great! Ask them out.”
You shook your head in exasperation. The complexities of modern dating weren't as simple as Teddy’s reasoning. Respectful, charming men didn’t just fall from the sky, unfortunately, and fairytales didn’t just happen.
Looking at Bucky, you gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry about him.” You threw a lighthearted glare at Teddy while you admonished him. “Someone doesn’t know how to keep their mouth shut.”
Bucky waited until you looked at him and shrugged with a lopsided smile. “Eh, I don’t mind the old man so much.” Scratching the back of his head, he admitted, “Especially when he sets me up with pretty girls in bookstores.”
Okay, maybe a few charming men fell from the sky.
You clasped your hands together tightly, repressing the urge to squeak from giddiness.
Bucky stepped forward and placed his single book onto the counter before he offered his arm to you. “What do you say, Doll? Fancy humoring me?”
While Bucky was still technically a stranger, Teddy knew him and one thing you were sure of was that he would never let any harm or danger come to you — you would be safe.
Sighing lightheartedly, you stepped out of Teddy’s hold and stood before Bucky. You observed the slight bob of his Adam’s apple, taking pleasure in the small victory of his nerves and decided to put him out of his misery. “I guess you wouldn’t be the worst company on my way home.”
Hooking your arm through Bucky’s, the glee that overtook his adorable face was worth your decision alone. He looked over to Teddy and gave him a single nod. “I'll take good care of her, Ted.”
“You better boy, because now I’m in trouble.”
You grabbed your book from Teddy, already bagged and paid for. “Me and you will talk next time,” you warned.
Teddy tightened his lips, hiding his laughter as he saluted you. “Yes, ma’am.”
Rolling your eyes, you looked to Bucky, “You’re sure you don’t mind? Please don’t feel as though you have to do this.”
But he just smiled earnestly, subtly pulling you closer towards him. “Believe me when I say I absolutely want to do this.”
Your cheeks warmed, flustered beyond belief. You were relieved as he started to usher you towards the coat rack, helping you pull your coat over your shoulders and wrapping your scarf around you.
With a departing wave, you said goodbye to both George and Teddy as you began to exit the store. Teddy’s shout of, “Have fun kids, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” was the last thing you both heard before the door closed.
George rounded the counter, having witnessed the whole exchange and curled up to his husbands side. He squinted his eyes in suspicion. “What are you up to, mister?”
Teddy continued to watch the two of you walk into the distance out the window, both jittery, arm in arm and a joint hidden excitement to be together. He just smiled as he shrugged. “Oh, nothing much, dear.”
“Little one, huh? Very cute.”
“Oh, god,” you groaned, ducking your head in embarrassment.
Bucky wasn’t deterred by your timidness, however as he gently nudged your shoulder and playfully whispered, “Almost suits you as much as Doll, sweetheart.”
Your huff of breath froze over in the cold air and you looked up at him with a shy smirk before shaking your head. “You’re good, you know. The women must love this — you stealing them from their daily life and whisking them away on dates.”
Bucky just laughed before he brought you closer to him, slinging an arm over your shoulder as he said, “Oh, so you're admitting this is a date, Doll?”
You couldn’t help gazing into his stormy blue eyes that lit up in the sunrise above you. He was carved by angels, you swore by it.
Walking forward, you detached yourself from Bucky’s hold, letting his arm drop, and spoke over your shoulder, “Play your cards right, handsome and we’ll see what this is by the end of the walk.”
You caught the redness creeping up Bucky’s face before you turned your head forward, though you did miss his goofy fist pump in the air.
The thud of his heavy footsteps neared as he caught up to you and you decided to play dumb when he sneakily snaked his arm through yours.
“So, Bucky,” you began. “Since we’re still practically strangers, let’s get to know each other.”
He quickly recovered and nodded in agreement, “Great idea, Doll. What do you wanna know?”
“Tell me what you do for work,” you said.
Bucky cheekily smiled before asking, “Any guesses before I tell you? No offense will be taken.”
“Wow,” you laughed. “You’re really making me work for forgiveness aren’t you?” You hummed in thought before saying aloud, “Okay, I have something.”
He raised his eyebrow. “Hit me with it, Doll.”
You hesitated a second before you muttered, “A drummer.”
“What?!” Bucky laughed in shock and stared at you, eyes wide. “A drummer?”
Giggling, you held your defense. “Oh, come on! You can’t blame me with the tattoos and the jewelry.” You gestured to his form before shrugging. “You just have this classic rockstar look to you — nothing wrong with that of course.”
Bucky held his free bare hand out, red from the cold and decorated with black ink. With a smirk, he leaned over to whisper in your ear, “The tattoos doin’ it for ya, Doll?”
His Brooklyn drawl caused a shiver to run down your spine and you lightly gasped. He chuckled, overly satisfied to have made you flustered while you attempted to keep your dignity in tact.
You bumped his hip with yours, ignoring his laughter. Brushing his flirtations off to try and keep your composure, you asked, “What is it you do then?”
A proud smile on his face, he answered, “I’m the owner of a vintage bike shop.”
You turned to look at him, taking in his appearance for the umpteenth time and cocked your head. “Hm… I can see that actually. You got the whole biker aesthetic going for you.”
You were pleased to see a small dust of red coat his cheeks. “Thanks, Dolly. Got anything else for me?” he asked, squeezing your hand.
“Do you have any family?” you asked tentatively, worried it may be a sensitive topic.
But Bucky’s face lit up at the mention and he turned to you, resembling an excited puppy. “I have the best family, Doll. My mom—Winnie, she raised me and my sister, Becca. They’re both amazing women and—“
As he went on, you stared at him and admired the way he spoke about the two most important women in his life — so full of love and awe for them that you felt like you knew them yourself. Your own mother had always taught you to take notice of a way a man speaks about other women in order for you to know how he would treat you. You were happy that Bucky did not disappoint.
Along your walk, you had learnt how Bucky had a secret passion for pottery, something that allowed him to create beauty and art from his calloused and worn hands that years of oil and mechanical work had damaged. You were also over the moon to hear he was an avid reader. Of course you knew he must have a knack for reading if you met him at a bookstore. But, his detailing of certain stories he enjoyed and quotes that had stuck with him from authors he loved had your heart melting even more.
The two of you continued to ask questions back and forth, learning more about the other as you walked together.
“So,” Bucky started. “Hypothetically speaking of course, since this isn’t our first date, what would your perfect one look like?”
You looked at him from the corner of your eye, watching as his eyes suspiciously darted around — whether he was digging for key information or not was a mystery to you. But you decided to answer the question anyway.
“I think,” you began. “I think I’d enjoy an active date — maybe like a trip to Coney Island? You know the one with the—“
“The cyclone!” Bucky said enthusiastically. “Oh man, I haven’t been there since me and Stevie were kids.”
“A good friend I take it?” You smiled, secretly enthralled by the way his eyes lit up.
“The best,” he nodded. “Sorry, Doll. I got a little carried away there.” Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck with the hand that was free. “Carry on.”
“Don’t worry about it, it was cute.” you assured, before quickly clearing your throat once he started to smirk. “Anyway — after a couple of rides and games where my date wins me a stuffed bear, a romantic little trip on the ferris wheel would be next and he would pay to stop at the top so we can see the whole of Brooklyn.”
You feel Bucky’s stare on you as he said, “And then?”
“Then he would walk me home and kiss me goodnight.” You finished quietly.
“Interesting,” he mumbled. You didn’t miss the tone of his voice, one that made you skeptical of his antics. “So, kinda like I’m doing now?”
Smartass, you thought internally.
“Don’t be getting any ideas, Bucky,” you scolded lightheartedly. “This isn’t a first date, remember? You’re just walking me home.”
He thinned his lips, trying to contain his smirk. “Of course, of course.” A moment passed in peaceful silence before he muttered, “There’s still time though, right?”
Bucky ran away and out of your reach before you could land a playful whack to his arm.
“Come on, Doll — I’m a dateless man!” he shouted. “Are you really gonna leave a poor man high and dry?”
You scoffed, unable to contain the growing smile on your lips. “In your dreams, Bucky!”
In hindsight, you should have known his retort wasn’t going to be anything other than cheeky — especially, with his sinful grin that made butterflies flutter in your stomach. “That you will be, Doll.”
Beams of light from the sun, breaking through the clouds of the cold day, casted down over Bucky, creating the most heavenly glow over his features. Those ocean blue eyes that starstruck you from the very first look shone bright as ever and his piercings and rings that glistened had you entranced, wondering how they would feel against your body.
The walk home, while not long, had given you a fair insight to this man you had met not only an hour ago. Bucky was unlike anyone you had met before — sweet but mischievous and the biggest flirt you had ever known.
Not that you were complaining.
The two of you were shortening the distance to your apartment. Admittedly, you felt a small ache in your chest, disappointed that the walk had to end so soon. However, the steps to your apartment that you reached signified the end of your time with him.
Your hands twitched in anticipation. Was it inappropriate to want to see him again? Would you look desperate if you asked for a real date with him? An array of thoughts rushed through your mind until Bucky spoke over the scrambled mess in your head. “Okay. I have a confession to make.”
You looked up, frowning to witness him twirling the rings around his fingers, dare you say looking as nervous as you felt.
He had been making you stumble over yourself since your first bump in with his shameless flirtations and smooth moves. But now he was reduced to a man on edge.
Intrigued, you wished for him to keep talking, curious to know the cause of his unease. “Go on,” you urged, softly.
Bucky nodded and took a deep breath. “I may have seen you. In that same bookstore. A couple of weeks ago.” He ran a hand through his hair, wincing at his inability to formulate his sentences coherently. “I um—found it after wandering around one day. I was in the far corner when I saw you walk in for the first time.”
Your mouth fell agape, and your eyes widened while you listened intently. Though the shock of his confession rendered you speechless, you were rooted to the spot, hanging onto every word he said.
Then, he gazed straight into your eyes, stepping closer and you gulped. “I swear I had never seen someone so beautiful in my life. I couldn’t take my eyes off you, Doll.” He shook his head and laughed earnestly. “You’ve had me in a chokehold for the longest time.”
“But— But earlier?” You tried to get the words out to explain your confusion regarding the way he acted as though you met for the first time.
Bucky closed the distance between you, tentatively closing his hands over yours. “I’ve seen you every week, walking into that store with your bright eyes, taking in everything like it’s the first time all over again. And every week I found myself in that far corner, obsessing over you and falling for you a little more each time.” He sighed before finishing, “I’d been building up the courage to come up to you until I finally did — Today.”
You could only imagine how you must have looked — a deer in headlights most likely, about to run away. Honestly, you were floored and you weren’t quite sure your mind had caught up yet.
Attempting to settle your nerves, you cleared your throat. “You’re telling me,” you paused. “You’re telling me you planned on reaching for the same book as me? How did you even know which one I was going for?”
Bucky looked ultimately relieved that you hadn’t slapped him across the face just yet. His fingers twitched against yours while he laughed apprehensively. “Actually, I may have had a tiny bit of help with that one.”
The cogs turned in your head and after a while the realisation struck you from his suspicious antics this morning. “Teddy!” you gasped.
“Guilty as charged.” Bucky sheepishly smiled. “I asked him if he thought I had a chance with you the first time I saw you and he gave me some pointers.”
You couldn’t help the huff of laughter that spilled from your lips. The whole situation was incredulous, something that would never happen to you.
The tension slipped from Bucky’s shoulders, but his eyes still held on to some hope. Easing his worries, you grinned. “That was brave of you.”
Confidence visibly returned to him as he cockily shrugged, lips curving into his familiar smirk. “It was a risky move to take.”
Placing your hands on his chest, over his black leather jacket, you gave Bucky a run for his money as you caught his shudder with your eagle eye and decided to play him at his own game. “Some might even say creepy.”
“Oh yeah?” Bucky licked his lips and smoothed his hands over your hips. “Is that why you’re grinning like you’ve just found your future husband, Doll?”
This man, you thought to yourself. “You’re cheeky,” you replied aloud while you gripped his jacket.
“And you like it.” He squeezed your hips.
There was hardly any distance between you; eyes glued to the others like neither of you could bear to look away.
His eyes hooded as he joked playfully, “You gonna invite me up?”
You smacked his chest, watching the crows feet by his eyes crinkle with amusement in the sweetest way. “I don’t put out on the first date,” you batted back.
You weren’t prepared for the sudden shiver that rippled down your spine as he whispered, “Clever girl.”
The charged air heightened your senses, you could feel every minute movement his fingers made, the way his thumb rubbed back and forth over your waist.
“Can I have your name now?” Bucky disrupted the silence between you as his gaze flicked between your eyes.
The rebellious nature from earlier had only come back tenfold. Coming within a hair's breadth away from his lips, you daringly muttered, “I’ll give it to you on our next date.”
His eyes lit up, like a kid on Christmas. “Next date?”
Pushing him away with a smirk, you held your hand out while he dazed at you longingly. “Phone,” you said confidently.
You held in your laughter as Bucky quickly fumbled over himself, patting each of his pockets to find his mobile. Once located, he quickly slid it out of his leather jacket and into the palm of your hand.
The glow of his screen lit up your face while Bucky tried sneaking a peek. But you shoo’d him away and carried on typing into his phone.
Finally, you were finished and handed the phone back to him. With eagerness he grabbed it and instantly smiled with joy once he saw the screen. “Your number?”
“Use it wisely, handsome,” you purred. Leaving him staring at you in his own haze, you walked up the steps to your apartment, a sway to your hips. You couldn’t be completely sure whether you heard Bucky stifle a choke from behind you, but you ignored it for the sake of his ego.
Reaching the door to the lobby, you spun around on your feet and raised an eyebrow in question. “See you soon?”
Bucky grinned from ear to ear. “Absolutely, Doll.”
With that, you waved him goodbye and swung the door open, missing his besotted stare following you until you were out of sight.
You raced up the stairs, holding in your excitement while you entered your apartment. As soon as your apartment door was shut behind you, you released the squeal that had been trapped in your throat while you danced on the spot.
And at midnight, as you laid in bed thinking about Bucky, your phone chimed and you instantly grabbed with haste. The bright screen stung your eyes but once you saw who had texted you, they shot open — a thrill causing you to bite your lip and squeak.
Unknown Number: I was supposed to be asleep by 12 but you’re still on my mind.
A few weeks later…
Teddy and his husband, George were readying the shop to open again after closing because of maintenance. The early morning was quiet yet peaceful; the only thing to be heard were the birds singing their song as the sun rose and shone into the shop windows.
George leaned his elbow on the counter and sighed with nostalgia as he reminisced back to the beginning of their relationship. “Do you remember our first date, honey?”
Teddy spun around from his task of shelving the newly released books and smiled lovingly. “How could I forget?”
The two gazed over the space between them, lost in their own bubble of harmony when the chime of the bell above the door snapped them out of their reverie. They both knew it was the usual time you would visit the shop, precise to a fault.
With bright smiles, the pair looked towards the door, ready to greet you as was routine. But George gasped loudly when they found something a little extra glued to your side. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
Teddy, however, kept quiet — no vocal response to be heard, only the visible large grin on his face once he caught you looking at him with a sheepish smile.
“Well, good mornin’, little one,” he said teasingly.
You hid behind the tall frame next to you, embarrassed from being the center of attention. “Hi, Teds. Hi George,” your mousy voice spoke up.
Easing the attention of you, Teddy glanced to your side and raised his eyebrow with a smirk. “Bucky.”
Your new boyfriend smiled and nodded his head in greeting to both men. “Good to see you, fellas.” Gently, Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you with him as he began to lead you away. “Catch up with you shortly.”
Giggles and laughter echoed through the shop as you followed him down the closest aisle of books and away from prying eyes.
George rounded the counter and came to his husband’s side, looking at him with a sneaking suspicion. “You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that would you, honey?”
Teddy thinned his lips, hiding his smile as he glimpsed at the two of you disappearing from his sight before getting back to shelving the books in his hand. He spoke over his shoulder, with all the innocence he could muster. “Me? Not at all, George — That’s nothing but a little bit of magic from Cupid.”
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Serious Questions
BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader
summary: Bucky agrees to go on a date to make his colleagues shut up. Now, he just feels sorry for the poor woman that has to spend an entire evening with him. He really tries to make it work, though, because he actually enjoys her company.
a/n: This was a request by the lovely @alana-32. Hopefully, it meets your expectations 💙 I haven’t written pure fluff in a hot minute but this was fun!
word count: 2.9k
warnings: nervous and wholesome Bucky, super fluffy, just a really beautiful bond unfolding
･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ
You should get out more, Bucky. Meet people and make friends, Bucky. You need to get laid, Bucky.
Sam’s words echoed through Bucky’s head as he pushed open the door of the restaurant. The warm air welcomed him and the little bell at the entrance rattled when he entered. He didn’t know how it exactly happened, but all of a sudden Clint had pitched into the conversation and urged him to meet his cousin. And Bucky had agreed. Well, the desperate attempt to make them shut up backfired. Big time.
He didn’t want to date. Apart from the fact that he didn’t wish himself on anybody, he didn’t think he could handle a relationship like that. Hell, Bucky barely realized how he made friends in the past year, so how the hell was he supposed to date? He hadn't done it in ages. It was probably different now than it was 80 years ago.
The waiter looked at him with wide eyes - fear visible on his face - when he entered and chose a quiet place in the corner, though the whole restaurant was fairly empty. What would he even talk about? His hand started to sweat. This had been a bad idea. A really stupid bad idea. His eyes swerved to the door and then back to the waiter standing behind a small bar. Was it too late to back out?
But then the bell above the entrance chimed again and he knew that he had missed his chance.
“Hello.” You smiled at him, clutching your bag with nervous fingers. “Are you James Barnes?”
Bucky scrambled to stand up and held out his hand to you with a tight smile. He nodded and gestured for you to take a seat after you told him your name.
He could do this, he thought. Especially because you seemed just as nervous. The first thing you two had in common, right?
“I’m really sorry, this is kind of awkward.” You looked down at your hands beneath the table with hesitance. “I... uhm... I haven’t done this in a while,” you confessed with genuine eyes. And Bucky could see a hint of comfort washing through your face.
“I doubt your last date is as long ago as mine, doll. You’ll probably do a lot better than me.”
A small laugh pressed past your lips and Bucky’s heart warmed at the sound. It felt good to make you laugh. He wanted to do it again.
“Let’s rush through the basics then so we can get to the interesting bits. I think that first half hour is what makes these things so awkward.” Your mouth spread into a grin as you straightened up.
“Sounds like a plan.” Bucky nodded.
“Well, you already know my name... I work in a small bookshop in Brooklyn, I am an only child but never wanted to be. I love dogs, cats, ducks - all the animals, really, but I don’t have any pets because my landlord doesn’t allow them. Well... I have fish - I had to settle for fish because they're quiet. But that’s their problem, you know? They’re quiet and you can’t play with them or pet them.” You shrugged. “Uhm... I like to read - I do that a lot, and I think that’s it.” Your speech ended with a bright smile and Bucky couldn’t help his own from spreading.
“My turn?”
“Yes.”
“Okay...” He straightened ups as well, a little giddy about the situation now. Normally, Bucky wouldn’t react this way to something he didn't like, but he wanted to try it this time. You were just so sweet and he didn't want to ruin the date... for you. “My friends call me Bucky, I grew up in Brooklyn, I have a sister... had a sister. And I think I’m more of a cat person - if I had to choose. I don’t have any pets. I work a lot, I guess it keeps me distracted. And... I feel like my back story doesn’t need to be explained, you probably know all about it.” He didn’t give you much, Bucky knew that. But those were the things he could say easily and really, he wasn’t sure how you’d react to most of it.
“Bucky... I like it. What’s it short for?”
“Buchanan. ’s my middle name.”
“Like the President?”
“Yup.”
“Hm... I guess that’s kinda cool.”
“I guess.”
"Can I call you Bucky?"
He felt weirdly content with you saying his name. "If you want." There was no regret in his decision as he watched your face scrunch in excitement.
The shallow topics went on for a while, and Bucky was surprised to see that talking to you was easy. He didn’t worry about what you thought, because you reacted to his replies with intrigue and adoration. He felt heard. And he had to admit that he actually enjoyed the little meeting his teammate had set up so far. He learned a bunch of stuff about you. And he picked up on little quirks you had and he celebrated every new one he noticed. Like the way your nose slightly crunched when you didn't believe him, or how your finger grazed over the table when you talked about something you really liked - back and forth. It was comforting to be in your presence.
Bucky leaned back in his booth as he emptied his beer, watching as you ordered another drink for yourself. He found himself smiling into the bottle when the waiter agreed to add an extra peppermint leave, making you bite back a bright smile. The waiter smiled as well, a lot less tense than he had been before you had arrived and it fascinated Bucky how contagious your good mood was. Then you turned your attention back to Bucky and he had to regain his composure. His arm slipped from the back of the booth and fell to his side as he waited for you to talk again.
“Okay, real talk, now - and I need you to answer this question honestly.” Your fingers pressed on the table like he’d seen important politicians do and Bucky had to hide a smile.
“Hit me with it.”
“If you could be a mix of any two animals, which combination would you choose?”
Bucky was baffled for a second. He had expected everything but this. And then - out of the blue - he laughed. A real can’t-hold-back-the-snort-if-I-tried-laugh and it felt so unbelievably good, it scared him a bit.
You gasped appalled, but the small smirk behind your hand couldn’t be hidden. “This is serious, Bucky. It says a lot about you.”
“Really, how?”
“Well, for example, I would choose an elephumblebee because it would look freaking adorable. A tiny elephant with wings and a furry butt, are you kidding me? Why the government hasn’t made that happen yet is truly beyond me.”
Bucky got it, then. It really did say a lot about you. You were fun and cute and he could imagine a little clumsy at times - just like he would imagine an elephumblebee. And even though it still felt foreign to him to engage in a silly activity like this, with you, it was fun - and he wanted to. So he thought really hard, his eyes focusing on the wall behind you and you waited patiently and ordered another beer for him.
Who would have thought that James Bucky Barnes would ever sit in a restaurant and think about how ridiculous a dog with a giraffe’s head would look? Certainly not Bucky. But it was almost comforting to do so.
“Alright, I think I got it.” You just nodded in anticipation. “I think I would be a spider-wolf... a spi- a spolf.” Bucky was satisfied with his answer: A lone wolf and someone people didn’t really like - pretty accurate if you’d asked him.
You just watched him with a tilted head for a while and Bucky felt a little uncomfortable with his answer now. Had he said the wrong thing?
“What?” Your lips just pursed in response.
“Nothing, nothing..,” you trailed off and Bucky couldn’t stop staring at your lips. “I was just thinking, you know - I think I’ve never seen a real wolf before. It’s not on my bucket list or anything and I heard they are so much bigger than you think, but like... have you?”
“I actually have. In the wild - amazing animals and yeah, bigger than a dog, that’s for sure.”
“Really?” Your eyes lit up. “Wow, that must have been such a unique experience.”
Bucky smiled sadly, nodding. “To be honest, I didn’t really realize it when it happened. I couldn’t appreciate it the way you would.”
“Oh well, still. It’s awesome. The most extraordinary animal I have ever seen in ‘the wild’ was a raccoon. There’s not a lot of wildlife potential when you never leave the city.” You shrugged as you pressed your lips in a straight line, but Bucky chuckled.
“Not much of the vacation kind?”
“It’s not that...” You paused and sighed. “I just love the bookstore too much. There is this one lady. She comes in every Thursday at exactly the same time and she just sits and reads and she has the most amazing stories to tell. And then there is the little stray cat that comes by every day and we have a little cuddle session. Oh, and I can’t forget about the quiet tatted college kid that secretly reads romance novels in the back isles for hours on end. I would miss them too much...”
Bucky just sat and listened to you ramble on and on about all the individuals you were so attached to, even if they didn’t know. And he was reminded yet again how much he enjoyed this initially dreaded evening. It didn't feel forced and you were so authentic and kind. Bucky was relaxing with every second he spend in the cozy little restaurant with you. He was sure that he could spend a whole day here with you, without getting bored.
He leaned forward as he watched the corners of your mouth tug up and your eyes sparkle with joy while you talked about the bookstore. And he couldn’t help but ask himself how he ended up here. How had he gotten a date with the most caring person in the world - no, really, what were the odds of that happening to him? But the most present thought swarming his mind was: How is a woman like you still single?
You suddenly stopped taking and Bucky was catapulted back to reality. You looked at him with wide eyes for the fraction of a second and then they softened and your gaze averted to the table. Had he just said that out loud?! Bucky didn’t know what to do. He was frozen to the booth, his hands tightening around the bottle and he held his breath - didn’t dare breathe until you gave him a new reaction.
After a beat, you sighed and looked him in the eyes apologetically. “I... I don’t know.” Your hand moved over the table and nervously began picking on the toothpicks in the glass jar. “I guess, I don’t seem to be the taste of most men around here. I don’t like wild parties and spending my weekends wasting away with a hangover.”
Bucky felt himself cringing at how uncomfortable he had made you. You clearly were embarrassed talking about this, but he would let you talk - or chose not to anymore. Either way, he would respect your decision.
“I... uh... I just haven’t had any luck so far. When I talk about my interests, everyone’s eyes just glaze over and then I never see them again. They think I’m boring, but that’s... I like concerts and dancing... I just don’t need the whole-” Your hands flailed in front of your face before you sunk back into your seat.
“You’re not boring, doll. I completely understand what you’re saying. I don’t need all that-” now his hand flailed in the air, “either.” Which made you break a smile that got brighter when he returned it. And Bucky felt a little pride swell in his chest when he watched your mood lift again.
“Can I ask you something?” You suddenly said and Bucky felt a little nervous at the piercing stare you gave him.
“Uh... sure.”
You bit your lip before finally speaking again. “You don’t really strike me as the social type, either.”
Bucky waited for you to continue, but you seemed in thought all of a sudden. “That’s not a question.”
You laughed nervously. “Right. I guess my question is... well, why did you agree to this evening? Clint didn’t really make it seem as if there was a lot of convincing involved.”
Bucky already facepalmed himself mentally for what he was about to say next. But he didn’t want to lie to you - it didn’t feel right. No, you deserved the truth - especially after you had answered his stupid question earlier so honestly.
“To be completely honest, I didn’t know how else to make my friends- uh...shut up. But I don’t regret coming here if that’s what you’re getting at.” He rushed that last part when he saw your face sadden. “I don’t get out too often, that’s true. Which doesn’t mean that I don’t want to... I just don’t know how to do this very well - talking to people. Usually, I get weird stares or fearful glances.”
Your eyes gleamed with something unintelligible before you leaned forward, your elbows resting on the table. “I don’t know how anyone could be scared of you, Bucky.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say, doll. But I don’t blame them, I would probably react the same if I weren’t... me.” His eyebrows furrowed with the last word and he could see a shiver of sadness wash over you.
“I think you’re pretty great,” you offered with an encouraging tap on his hand and Bucky felt his stomach churn.
A short silence overtook you and Bucky tried to keep his composure. The mood had shifted slightly, not uncomfortably, no - but just enough to leave his mind free from any topics he could talk about. Which usually wasn’t a problem, but he wanted to talk to you - tell you more and get told more. Which was why he was extra grateful for your breaking the silence after a couple seconds.
“So... I guess we can check off the heavy stuff as well?”
“Seems so,” he chuckled, holding on to the little feeling of relief you had sparked in his chest.
For the next hour, you actually got Bucky to open up a little more. He hadn’t even realized you were the one talking most of the time because he enjoyed listening to you so much. He came to realize, however, that it wasn’t so bad to talk about himself. He liked the way your eyes lit up at his stories about Clint, or the occasional ‘what, really?’ you threw into his anecdotes, making him feel important.
After another 30 minutes, you had made it outside. And as Bucky stood outside the restaurant door, hands buried deep in his coat pockets, helooked at you with an honest smile, while you adjusted your mittens.
“Thank you for giving this a chance, Bucky. I had a lot of fun tonight.” Your words built puffy white clouds in the air, but other than those, the butterflies in his stomach didn’t dissipate.
“I did, too,” he confessed, realizing for the fourth time today, that this was really true. “We should do this again.”
You bit your lips as your shoulders jerked with reluctance, but before you turned fully, you stepped towards Bucky and hugged him tightly. “Definitely.”
The cold weather seemed a lot more bearable all of a sudden. Bucky caged you to his chest with his arms and pressed his smile into the crook of your neck while an excited shiver ran through him. He felt incredible, safe, content, and he realized how much he had missed hugs - real, affectionate hugs.
“And you’re not a spolf,” you mumbled into his ear, squeezing him a little tighter. “You’re a curtle - a cat-turtle. Because you have a hard shell and you don’t trust very easily, which might make people feel like you don’t care. But you do - you’re just a little misunderstood.” You pulled back with a sad smile and Bucky felt his hands tighten around you as he stiffened. Though despite the surprise, his lips split into a bright smile.
He gazed into your eyes for a little longer before he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, making a giddy smile appear on your lips. “Thank you, doll.”
And then, with a final wave ‘good night’ you turned and walked down the street. Bucky watched until you rounded the corner, unable to wipe the stupid grin off his face.
**Bonus:
“So... how was the date?” Sam teased as Bucky entered the main area of the compound. But his friend just wanted to go to his room and revel in the serenity, you had brought him, a little longer.
“That’s none of your business, punk,” Bucky grumbled, passing the sofa.
“Why, did you more-than-kiss her goodbye?”
Bucky stopped in his tracks and turned with an annoyed expression, but not even he could hide the blush on his cheeks from deepening at the thought of actually kissing you. His heart was pounding in his chest.
“Oh! Wait? Did you really?!”
“Shut up, Sam.” Bucky wanted to deny it for your sake, but he liked the thought of it too much. So he swiftly decided to simply not spill in front of his friends and your cousin.
“Holy shit.” He heard Clint chuckle while he made a beeline to his room, missing how the two avengers exchanged a $10 bill behind him.
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I Like You (A Lot)
Pairing: Bucky x GN!Reader
Summary: You can't help but notice the way Bucky becomes uncomfortable around you, and you help him find peace in your touch.
Words: 1.3k
Warnings: No use of Y/N, reader is briefly described as having hair that is long enough to be tucked, fluff, teeniest bit of angst(?), pls kindly let me know if I'm missing anything
A/N: I hope you like it my loves!
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“This is me,” you said, stopping in front of your building door.
“It’s cute.” Bucky nodded, and stuck his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.
You and Bucky had been friends for a couple years now, and worked together at the compound for even longer. But it wasn’t until last week that Bucky finally found the guts to ask you on a first date. He took you to a cute retro styled diner, then to explore some cute bookshops, and ended the night with a walk around town. Not to mention he even brought you flowers when he came to pick you up, and those were currently soaking in a vase in your kitchen.
“I had a really great time tonight.” You smiled.
“Me too.” He avoided your eyes and kept his gaze on the sidewalk. He gently swayed back and forth.
“Really?”
“Really.” Bucky assured you, giving you a quick shy smile before bringing his gaze back to the ground.
“Good.”
You were waiting for him to make a move, ask to come in, do something at all, but he just stood there, subtly rocking from foot to foot. After another couple awkward moments of you waiting for him to hug or kiss you, you gave up and filled the silence.
“Um, did you want to come in? I was thinking we could maybe watch a movie.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I mean, only if you want. No pressure.”
You fidgeted with the gloves on your hands, carefully tugging each finger off before sliding it back on.
“Okay,” he eventually answered, voice somewhat quiet.
“Yeah?”
“Sure.”
You suppressed your giddy smile and led him to your apartment. After toeing off your boots, stuffing your gloves in your coat pockets, and placing your coat on the hanger, you began to walk to the kitchen.
“Take a seat on the couch, I’m going to make some popcorn. You can cue up a movie.”
“What did you want to watch?” Bucky’s voice flowed through the doorway separating the kitchen from the living room.
“Anything, up to you,” you called, grabbing a popcorn bag from the pantry.
“Sam has been saying I need to watch ‘Inception’, have you heard of it?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at his question.
“I’ve seen it, it’s a pretty popular movie. Total mindfuck, but I’d love to see it again. Is that what you want to watch?”
“If that’s okay with you.”
“Absolutely. Find out where it's streaming and pull it up.”
A couple minutes and a freshly popped bag of popcorn later, you placed the bowl on the coffee table and sat next to Bucky on the couch.
At first you were a couple of inches away from him, but after he pressed play on the movie, you slowly started to migrate closer to him. You started by putting your leg up on the ottoman, and oops! It brushed against his leg! But you started to feel self-conscious when he moved his leg a little to the left to not touch yours. As the couch cushions began to sink slightly at the weight, you found yourself sitting closer to Bucky’s side.
You were debating whether to pull the classic “yawn, stretch your arm, and rest it behind their head” move, but your heart stopped when you noticed Bucky tense beside you. And you knew it wasn’t the movie that was bothering him.
You silently grabbed the TV remote and paused the movie. You sat up a bit straighter, and scooched a bit away from Bucky to give him some distance, as well as face him.
“Bucky?”
He hummed in question, and met your gaze.
“I’m going to ask you a question, and please be honest with me.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond. You took a deep breath and asked, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No,” his answer came quickly, and seemed honest enough, but you were skeptical.
“Are you sure? Because everytime I get close to you, you get really tense. And it’s completely okay if you want me to give you some space, I just need you to tell me that.”
Bucky sighed.
“It’s not that I don’t like you close to me, it’s just…I don’t know, it’s uncomfortable, but not in the way that it feels bad. It’s just really unfamiliar to me. I don’t have a lot of experience with stuff like this, and my body can’t help but respond to it with fear. I know, I know it’s stupid.” He rested his head back on the pillow and looked at the ceiling.
“It’s not stupid.”
“I feel stupid. I wish I could be the perfect guy for you, I really do. I’m sorry I’m so awkward,” he cringed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I wanted tonight to be perfect, but clearly I’m fucking it all up.”
“Bucky, you haven’t fucked anything up.” You urged him to look at you and reminded yourself not to place a hand on his knee. “I know your past has been cruel to you. I need you to know that you are safe here with me, and I’m happy as long as you’re happy. I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for. I’m in no rush.”
“I want to be close to you. I just don’t know how. But I want to try.”
At those last words, he carefully placed his right hand over yours.
“Oh Bucky,” you giggled, finding his effort endearing. You clasped his right hand with both of yours and soothingly rubbed your thumb over the ridges of his hand. You slowly brought his knuckles to your lips. “Is this too much?”
He swallowed and shook his head ‘no’.
“Can I see your other hand?”
“Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why?’” You asked, and let go of his hand.
“It’s not flesh, remember?”
“Of course I know that, Bucky. It’s still a part of you.”
Hesitantly, he showed you his left hand. You saw the scrunch in his brows as you placed your hand in his, and interlocked your fingers. After giving his metal hand a quick kiss, you unlocked your fingers, and carefully brought his palm to your cheek.
“Is this okay?”
“It doesn’t scare you?” He shook his head in disbelief.
“No. It’s a piece of you. And I trust you. I always have, I always will. I like you a lot, Bucky Barnes.”
You slowly removed your hand from his, and you smiled at the way he kept his hand cupping your cheek.
“I like you a lot, too. Have for a while.” He huskily whispered, carefully gliding his hand to tuck a strand of hair that had fallen behind your ear.
“Oh yeah? How long?” You asked, leaning further into his palm.
His cold hand left your warm skin and he looked up and smiled as if remembering.
“Remember that mission in Munich two years ago? The one where we found all the stolen weapons and then got gelato after? Since then.”
You beamed.
“Can I try something?”
He softly nodded and let you guide him to lay down on the couch to where his head was resting in your lap. You warned him that you were going to put your hands in his hair, and he gave a soft hum of understanding. He tensed at first, but quickly relaxed as you drew your fingers through his hair, drawing soothing patterns into his scalp.
“This is okay? Not too much?”
“S’ good.” He slurred, and allowed himself to close his eyes.
You noticed the crease in his brows had smoothed.
“I like your touch,” he whispered. “I like you.”
“That’s a relief,” you joked, and continued your motions.
A lazy smile made its way onto his face as you brought a thumb to the bridge of his nose, and started to stroke the spot between his eyebrows.
“Please don’t stop.” He hummed.
“For you? Never.”
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Bookshop girl 📚
Avenger! Loki x female reader
18+ | contains mentions of books, sex and awkward situations 😂 contains smut
Confident, assertive, equanimous and poised were words that were often used to describe Loki. In Asgard he was a prince, charming and suave and he entered Midgard a force, something to be feared, someone that garnered respect and yet he found himself pacing the common room, biting his nail nervously as he rambled about his insecurities to Thor who was doing little to soothe him. Just as Thor opened his mouth to speak, Bucky entered the room, taking in the scene.
“What are we talking about?” He questioned, noting Loki’s furrowed brows as he paused, turning to face him.
“Nothing.” Loki answered at the same time Thor answered “bookshop girl.”
“Oooh, bookshop girl.” Bucky grinned as Loki narrowed his gaze at Thor.
“She has a name.” Loki tutted.
“I know, I hear you saying it whenever you’re—” Bucky began, doing an uncouth hand gesture before Loki interrupted him, pushing his hands down.
“Stop!” He almost pleaded.
“I’m just sayin’ thin walls and super soldier hearing” Bucky shrugged, ignoring Loki’s scowl “anyways, what seems to be the problem?”
“Loki has a date with her tonight.” Thor answered, causing Loki to cut his eye at him before speaking.
“It’s not just a date, it’s the date.” Loki explained.
“The date yeah?” Bucky teased, wiggling his brows.
“Yes, at least I think so, she’s invited me to her apartment for dinner and I’m not sure what the etiquette for these things are.” Loki sighed.
“You go to her place and you bang her.” Bucky spoke matter of factly making Loki’s eyes widen in shock.
“What’s going on in here?” Steve asked, walking into the room.
“Loki’s finally gonna bang bookshop girl tonight.” Bucky answered, Loki huffing and rolling his eyes.
“Nice” Steve noted earnestly, patting Loki’s back “I hope you’ll be respectful and use protection of course.” He added.
“If you do not remove your hand from me within the next three seconds, I’ll be forced to—” Loki began before Steve took a step away from him, holding his hands up.
“Okay, okay.”
“Norns, why did I even bother confiding in you dimwits?” Loki puffed, pressing his fingers to his temples.
“Here’s what you do” Bucky began, setting the scene as he raised his hands up into the air, seemingly gesturing to some kind of imaginary thought bubble “you buy her some pretty flowers, some chocolate, maybe even bring a bottle of wine and then you seduce her, massage her shoulders a little, caress her and then when she’s like putty in your freakishly large hands, she’ll be tearing your clothes off and that’s when you kiss her and show her how an Asgardian prince fucks.” He finished with a wide smile.
“Things are so much more confusing here with women.” Loki groaned.
“I know buddy, I know.”
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Hearing your bell ring, you gasped, realising that Loki was on time. You quickly buzzed him in, standing anxiously at the front door. You smoothed down your dress and then your hair before quickly glancing in the mirror at yourself. To say you were nervous was a criminal understatement. This was the first time Loki was coming over and you wondered whether tonight was the night you’d—
The door knocked, making you almost yelp as you lost your trail of thought, opening the door.
“Loki, come in.” You smiled when your eyes met, almost all your nerves slipping away as you looked at him; it was Loki, your Loki.
“These are for you.” He spoke, handing you a bouquet of roses and a bottle of wine.
“Thank you.” You beamed, bringing the bouquet to your nose before inhaling. They smelt sweet. “These are gorgeous.” You continued to smile, gesturing him inside.
“Gorgeous flowers for a gorgeous lady.” He answered, leaving you biting your lip. “Something smells amazing.” He remarked, following behind you as you walked towards the kitchen.
“That’s dinner, it’s almost ready.” You answered. “Sit down.” You told him, directing him to a chair at the kitchen table. Pulling out thechair, Loki sat down, watching you as you grabbed a vase for the flowers. Turning your attention to the stove, you began plating the food, unaware of Loki standing up and making his way towards you. Standing behind you, he placed his hands on your shoulders before he began massaging them.
“I’m really ticklish.” You giggled before you started to squirm, the plate unsteady in your hand. “Stopp.” You laughed, Loki smiling and continuing thinking you enjoyed this judging by your reaction.
“Stop!” You yelled, spinning as you flung the plate, the food landing all over him before you gasped in realisation. “Oh gosh, oh Loki, I’m so sorry” you apologised profusely “I’m just really ticklish.”
“Honesty it’s fine, my apologies.” Loki replied.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes.” You spoke, beginning to unbutton his shirt without even realising your actions and just wanting to do something, anything to rectify your actions.
Bucky’s earlier words ringing in his head again; something about putty and kisses, Loki pressed you against the counter as he kissed you deeply, a kiss that you returned before breathlessly pulling away.
“Woah.” You murmured.
“Let me take you to bed and show you how an Asgardian prince fucks.” Loki winked, your eyes rounding before you entered a tense ten seconds of just staring at each other. “I’ve said something wrong haven’t I.” Loki figured.
“Um”
“I think I should-I should leave.” He stuttered, turning away and walking back towards the front door.
“Loki wait” you called after him, following behind him. Turning around, Loki looked down at you as you spoke “you’ve got—” you mumbled, reaching up to grab a piece of pasta from his hair, a mortified expression on his face as he realised.
“Goodnight y/n.” Loki rushed out, pecking your cheek before leaving.
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“How did it go?” Bucky asked once Loki was back at the compound and drinking apple juice out of a wine glass in the kitchen.
“Awful” Loki groaned “no thanks to you.” He added sarcastically.
“Hey don’t blame me, my methods work.” Bucky spoke defensively.
“Yes well maybe on your one night wenches but not my y/n, she’s precious and sweet and she-she always smells like honey for some reason and I-I ruined things and now I hate myself and norns I already miss her.” Loki lamented.
“You could always try apologising.” Bucky dismissed nonchalantly, stepping past Loki. “Bookshop girl I presume.” He greeted, looking at you who had just arrived moments ago.
“S-sergeant Barnes.” You almost gasped, looking up at him, Loki feeling dizzy as he heard your voice.
“At your service doll.” He saluted before leaving.
“Y/n.” Loki gushed, turning to face you.
“Loki.” You smiled.
“Oh y/n, I’m so sorry I ruined our night.” He apologised, making his way towards you before holding your hands in his.
“No, you left before it even started.” You answered coquettishly.
“What?” Loki questioned, confused by your expression.
“I’ve wanted to do that with you since we first met but I thought you wanted to take things slowly.” You explained, feeling slightly timid now.
“I thought you wanted to take things slowly.” Loki replied.
“I—”
“Jesus just get to it.” A voice sounded from outside.
“Y/n, would you like to come to my room, with me.” Loki offered.
“I’d love you” you smiled before realising your blunder “I mean I’d love to.” You quickly corrected before Loki guided you towards his room, holding your hand.
Once you both entered, you spent a moment taking his room in. You had seen parts of it before during FaceTime calls but never in person like this. It was so, him. After drinking his room in, you turned to face him, his gaze intense. Leaning in, you stood on your tiptoes as you kissed him, Loki’s hand finding your cheek as he kissed you back. Your tongues met, the kiss growing messy as his hands smoothed over the contours of your body before moving across the curve of your ass. He lifted you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to carry you towards his bed. He laid you against it, the soft duvet hugging you as Loki’s lips moved to your neck. You moaned softly as he sucked on the exposed flesh before meeting your lips again. You began undoing the buttons of his shirt before he stopped you.
“I’ve got a quicker way of doing that.” He spoke coyly as you smiled up at him. Before you knew it, a shimmer of green surrounded you both as you continued looking up at him with a simper before it fell, the green dissipating and Loki still fully clothed. You opened your mouth to speak before realising you were naked.
“Oh my god.” You gasped.
“I’m so sorry.” Loki panicked.
“No, it’s fine, just, just get naked, now, please. Now!” You insisted, green surrounding you again before Loki too was naked. “Lord, you’re hung like a horse.” You gulped when you felt his cock nudging your hip bone. Loki looked down at you smugly after your comment. “I’ll need to-well-adjust.” You admitted.
“Of course, of course. Take your time. Whatever you need.” Loki insisted as you laid beneath him awkwardly.
“Go down on her dude.” Bucky shouted from the other side of the wall before Steve slammed a hand over his mouth.
“Shhh.”
“Whatt? He needs to get her a little wet” Bucky spoke nonchalantly “or use your fingers.” He called again.
“For goodness sake” Loki grunted, standing to his feet “are the walls really that thin.” He spoke angrily as you watched him placing his palms against the wall. “Right, now let’s try this out, oh Jamessssss. James!” He shouted, smirking when he received no reply. “Nothing, great.” He cheered, turning towards you as your eyes dipped to his semi hard cock, bouncing against his thigh with each step.
“What did you just do?” You asked, prying your eyes away.
“Enchant the room.”
“Sounds sexy.”
“Now they won’t hear us.” He explained as sultrily as possible as he stepped towards you before feeling awkward again at Bucky’s words mere moments ago. “Umm— would you mind if I- I mean only if you want.” Loki stammered over his words, gesturing between your legs as he reached the bed.
“Do whatever you want to me.” You almost whined after having watched his powerful manhood bobbling against his thigh, your submission making Loki’s eyes darken, almost possessed with confidence as he eyed your body hungrily, wrapping one of his hands around your ankle and dragging you to the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor, your legs open, either side of him giving his mouth direct access to your centre.
“Loki I-ughh.” You moaned when he suckled on your clit, no warning, just pure primal lust. Your fists bunched into the duvet beneath you whilst Loki lapped up your pussy with ardour. You moaned his name loudly, aware that no one could hear you both thanks to his enchantment. He sucked in the entirety of you, moving his face side to side as you ground your hips against his face. You glanced down at him, watching as he circled your clit with his wet tongue before reaching down to your entrance and breaching you slightly, his tongue firm. You reacted to his every lick with a small gasp, your body hurtling towards completion as he looked up at you through his lashes. “I’m so closeee.” You almost cried, Loki flattening his tongue against your clit before you came, jolts of electricity running through you.
He licked his lips as you floated back down from your high, your folds slick with arousal as he watched your clit throb. Loki was hard as soon as he tasted you, now, he was rock solid.
Looking down at him, still on the floor, you sat up, pushing him back against the floor with your hands on his shoulders. Loki kicked his legs out from underneath him, laying back against the floor as you straddled him, rubbing your sensitive clit against his length before slowly taking him in. Loki’s hands found your hips, guiding your movements above him as you fucked him slowly, grinding your clit against the base of his cock. You looked down at him, his eyes focused on yours as you pleasured one another. Your movements sped up, both of you moaning, desperate for release as your walls squeezed around Loki’s cock, prompting his climax.
It wasn’t long before you were both back on the bed, Loki showing you how a real Asgardian prince fucks, twice more that night before you both fell asleep in a post cotiois bed, the aroma of sex clinging to the sheets.
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The following morning, you put on one of Loki’s shirts as he insisted you come for breakfast with him in the kitchen. Despite your nervous reluctance, you gave in, both of you walking hand in hand towards the kitchen. You stood behind him once you reached and the sound of earths mightiest heroes eating together came into focus. He wrapped an arm around your back, comforting you before he spoke.
“Everyone” he began, the room falling silent to look at you “I’d like you all to meet y/n.” He finished.
“Bookshop girl.” Almost everyone smiled in recognition leaving you flustered.
“You told your friends about me.” You giggled, Loki kissing your cheek.
“Come sit down.” The woman you instantly recognised as Wanda offered, tapping the seat next to her. You looked at Loki who nodded before you made your way to her and sat down.
“I’m proud of you.” Thor spoke, standing next to Loki as he watched you.
“Yeah, good on you.” Steve congratulated, patting Loki’s back.
“Hand on me, remove it.” Loki answered, Steve doing just that before Loki sat next to you, bringing a strawberry to your lips.
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Family is Forever
Chapter Eleven
Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader
Warnings: Fluff
Taglist: @fxckmiup @ginnsbaker @gb12d @angrywhisperslove @louxbloom @casquinhaa @natashamaximoff-69 @wizardofstories @canvascoloredin @wandanats-goodgirl @forthelesbians @the-ox-fan20 @marvelogic
18+ MINORS DNI
Y/N's recovery was slow, but they had a whole family to help them. The twins kept them entertained with stories from school and some things that Pietro had taught them. Wanda glared at her brother as Y/N only chuckled, thanking him for being there for the three of them.
"Are you ready to go home today?" Wanda asked as she started to pack their things.
"I guess, the apartment isn't exactly suitable for this situation." They told her honestly, looking down at their casted leg and arm.
"I thought we talked about this." Wanda queried as Y/N shook their head.
"We only said that the divorce was off." They told her. "Besides, we haven't really had a private moment alone to talk further."
"Well, I guess now is as good as any." Wanda smiled as she zipped up the bag. "I figured you would want to come back home and live with the kids and I? But if you think otherwise that's ok." Y/N smiled lovingly as she rambled on. "I guess we can put the bed back in the basement, you know the one you had in case of an emergency."
"I would love to come home Wanda." Y/N told her softly. "The apartment was never my home, you and the boys were always my home."
"Good." She breathed. "I guess I was just nervous, but we will have to figure out work and getting out of the lease."
"I can figure all of that out when we are home." They told her. "I'll call Pepper and then maybe we can think more on your bookshop ideas."
"What?" Wanda questioned.
"Your bookshop. You still want to open it right?" They asked her as she nodded. "Then we can look at affordable locations, talk taxes and all other expenses. Maybe even look at suppliers too."
"You want to help?" Wanda asked them as they just nodded.
"Well, it's not like I am returning to work anytime soon." Y/N chuckled as Wanda just kissed them passionately, pulling away and resting her head on theirs.
"You have no idea how much I love you." She whispered breathlessly as Y/N pecked her lips once more.
"I love you more." They smiled as she gazed in their eyes.
"Let's get you home before the twins send out a search party." She told them as she moved the wheel chair to the edge of the bed. Aiding them in their movement and finally realising just how much weight they had lost. "The twins are looking forward to you being home. They have a whole movie night planned out."
"I can't wait." They smiled as Wanda wheeled them out of the hospital.
"Also mom is making her famous chicken paprikash for you too." Wanda told them, knowing it is one of their favourite meals.
"I have missed that." Y/N whispered as Wanda smiled.
"I haven't cooked it since you moved out." She whispered as they approached the car. Bucky waiting for the two as he helped Y/N in the passenger seat before folding the wheel chair and putting it in the trunk.
The journey was quiet as Y/N tried to keep their heart beat at a steady rate. The nerves of being back in a car was taking it's toll as they soon closed their eyes. Taking deep breaths as they thought of anything else. Wanda noticed this and started to sing the lullaby she used to sing to the twins. A smile soon formed on Y/N's face as they remembered the first time they heard her sing it. Coming home from work earlier than usual to her holding Billy who just gazed up at her as Tommy lay, sleeping soundly in his crib.
"We're here." Bucky stated as he turned off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt. Pietro was already out of the door to help Y/N out of the car. Wanda grabbed the bag and followed as Pietro and Bucky lifted them up the porch steps.
"O'pa's here!!" The twins bellowed excitedly as Y/N smiled at them, loving the atmosphere they have created alone.
"We have snacks." Billy started.
"Your favourites!" Tommy chimed in as the adults laughed.
"We have refreshments too." Pietro teased in the same tone as the twins, handing Y/N a cup of coffee.
"Thank you." They smiled as everyone else moved to do their tasks.
"They have been excited since you woke." Pietro told them as Wanda disappeared to help her mom. "They missed you so much."
"I missed them." Y/N spoke quietly. "I guess this is something we needed to become a family again." Y/N joked as Pietro shook his head.
"I think whether or not you had a car accident, you and Wanda would have found your way back to each other one day." He told them as he helped them into the bed, which was positioned to give them a prime view of the whole room. Watching as the twins fought on which movie to put on first.
"How about we have a Shrek marathon?" Y/N spoke up as the twins soon nodded excitedly. Setting up the first movie as they waited for their dinner.
Wanda sat on the chair beside Y/N as the twins sat on the floor beside the bed. Not wanting to be away from Y/N for too long. Pietro, Iryna and Bucky all sat on the sofa as everyone watched the movie together, until Wanda's eyes soon found Y/N's.
"A family is forever." They whispered to her making her smile widen as she shook her head at them before taking their bowls away. Pietro helped her with the cleaning before he took Iryna home.
As they had finished watching the third movie, the twins were starting to fall asleep on the floor.
"Come on you two." Wanda spoke softly as she paused the movie. "Bedtime."
"No." They whined as Y/N smiled brightly, ignoring the pain in their cheeks.
"Yes." Wanda told them both. "O'pa will still be here tomorrow." The two bid goodnight as Wanda took away the rubbish as Y/N sighed loudly, causing Wanda to turn abruptly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." They told her with a smile. "I am just, this is the happiest I have been in a very long time." Wanda only smiled as she retreated to the kitchen, grabbing their meds and a fresh bottle of water.
"Here." She whispered as she passed them the meds and water. "I'm just going to shower and get dressed and I will be right back down."
"You can go to bed if you want to." Y/N told her as she smirked.
"I will be going to bed." She told them. "Remember, the sofa pulls out much better than you." She teased as they just laughed at her.
The two of them had felt the lightest they had felt in a very long time. There was no resentment or hatred brewing. The two only felt the love for each other which grew stronger with each passing moment and Y/N had made a silent promise. Sending in their resignation to Pepper, preferring to help Wanda in her shop instead. Also promising to make sure that she knows how beautiful and amazing she is everyday. Something they had neglected to do in the past as they worked endless hours for Stark Industries
#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff#marvel#elizabeth olsen#wanda x you#elizabeth olsen x reader#wanda x reader#wanda x y/n#wanda maximoff x you#natasha romanoff
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my fic recs masterlist
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Bucky Barnes:
all bucky barnes
headcanon - blurb - one-shot - series
dbf!bucky - brothers bff - bff’s brother
neighbour - housewife reader
lumberjack - firefighter - bodyguard
priest bucky - college
football player - hockey player - boxer
professor - teacher - librarian/bookshop
coffee shop - soulmate - royal
other AUs - taboo
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Stranger Things characters:
all eddie munson - all steve harrington
eddie and steve (x reader)
billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler
dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper
robin buckley - nancy wheeler
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Outer Banks Characters:
all Rafe Cameron
all JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)
Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton
John B. - Sarah Cameron
Kiara Carrera
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Marvel characters:
Wanda Maximoff - Kate Bishop
Natasha Romanoff - Yelena Belova
Peter Parker - Pietro Maximoff
Steve Rogers - Stephen Strange
Frank Castle - Matt Murdock
Moon knight - Steven Grant
Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton
Loki Laufeyson - Druig
Eddie Brock - Miles Morales
Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown
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Harry Potter characters:
Sirius Black - Remus Lupin
James Potter - Poly!Marauders
Lily potter - Cedric Diggory
George Weasley - Fred Weasley
Severus Snape - Tom Riddle
Draco Malfoy
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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:
neteyam - aonung - lo’ak
rotxo - kiri - spider
jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey
tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch
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Top Gun chracters:
Fanboy - Hangman - Rooster - Bob
Iceman
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Wednesday characters:
Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus
Wednesday Addams - Divina
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Bridgerton characters:
Anthony Bridgerton - Benedict Bridgerton
Colin Bridgerton
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Criminal Minds characters:
Spencer Reid - Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
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The Last of Us characters:
Joel Miller - Ellie Williams
Abby Anderson
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The Devil All The Time characters:
Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker
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Uncharted characters:
Nate Drake - Sam Drake
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Euphoria characters:
Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco
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On My Block characters:
Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz
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Modern Family characters:
Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy
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Ted Lasso:
Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt
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NHL players:
Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras
Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin
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Actors:
Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn
Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez
Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow
Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey
Jenna Ortega
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Miscellaneous characters:
Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz - Marcus Baker
Rodrick Heffley - Hunter Sylvester
Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson
Nick Fowler - Tangerine
Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’
Colin (Not Okay) - Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)
Ash (No Exit) - James Maguire (Derby Girls)
Jake Peralta - Nick Miller - Brian O’conner
Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal
Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake
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Miscellaneous real people:
Billie Eilish - AEW Hook
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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3
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wrapping up the last three hundred and sixty-five days with a round up of all the 'x reader' fanfiction I have published in 2022. thank you all for all your requests, feedback, reblogs and support over the last twelve months, especially during the 10k month of fic! sharing this love for these characters with you all is such a mental refresh for me, and hopefully I can publish even more fics in 2023. and I hope that you'll love all the new fics as much as you've loved these ones :)
happy new year!
full content warnings and content can be found on each individual post, and each fic is labelled for length. follow me on bartonstark to find all my fic in one place, or check out my ao3.
smut/sexual content: ***
personal favourites: ///
BRUCE BANNER:
afterwards (drabble) ***
aftercare with bruce.
bend, don't break (oneshot) *** ///
the take a reprieve during a party, and take a new step in your relationship.
fear and loving in iowa (oneshot)
when you’re injured in johannesburg, bruce blames himself.
fireworks (oneshot)
thanks to the frigid air at the top of the tower, you share a tender moment.
first times (drabble) ***
having sex with bruce for the first time.
p.s. (ficlet)
an unfinished note leaves you confused during your college graduation.
restoration (oneshot)
after johannesburg, you have nightmares. bruce provides you with comfort.
BUCKY BARNES:
bedside manner (oneshot)
sam calls you to say bucky has been hurt on a mission,and you panic.
early hours (oneshot) ***
after a mission, all bucky wants to do is crawl into bed with you.
morning grind (drabble) ***
morning sex with bucky.
shards of glass (oneshot) *** ///
you share a past, and now bucky's tracked you down to find closure.
CLINT BARTON:
after hours (oneshot) ***
clint stops by your office after work to distract you the best way he can.
body heat (oneshot) *** ///
the there's-only-one-bed trope in the back of an suv during a blizzard.
bound (drabble) ***
clint is really into bondage and you're happy to spoil him.
coffee break (ficlet)
there's an avenger bleeding in the bathroom of the cafe where you work.
crossroads (oneshot)
clint receives an offer that could change his life & you encourage him to take it.
a delicate hand (oneshot) ///
clint attempts to pull you out of a funk by helping you get ready for the event.
green light (oneshot) *** ///
you surprise clint with a new toy, and he is very eager to try it out.
hey, you (ficlet) *** ///
you receive a note from a certain avenger in the middle of a crowded bar.
in the stacks (ficlet) ***
you steal a moment of intimacy in the back of a bookshop together.
respite (oneshot)
when you’re hurt on a mission, clint has to convince you to take a breather.
think of me (oneshot) *** ///
when you're dragged out for a night, clint has an idea of what to do in the club.
three a.m. (oneshot) ///
a knock on your window comes from a certain injury-prone avenger.
we could play pretend (oneshot)
you bond over all the little things you miss about being in a relationship.
welcome home (drabble) ***
you welcome clint home after he's been away on a mission.
JESSICA JONES:
reprieve (oneshot)
she has to drag you out of a dingy bar in the middle of the night.
snooze button (drabble)
jessica isn't exactly a morning person.
MARC SPECTOR:
fast lane (drabble) *** ///
marc gives you a preview in the car of what to expect when you get home.
NATASHA ROMANOFF:
follow my lead (oneshot)
natasha offers to teach you how to slow dance.
PETER QUILL:
raincheck (oneshot) ///
convincing quill to go to bed isn’t exactly an easy feat.
SAM WILSON:
miss me? (oneshot)
you're finally reunited with sam in the middle of the battle of earth.
soul food (oneshot) ///
when you’re sick, he ditches his responsibilities just to make you feel better.
STEVE ROGERS:
lost time (oneshot) ***
late for your date, steve walks in on you working off your frustrations.
TONY STARK:
afterglow (drabble) ***
after care with tony.
as you're told (oneshot) *** ///
tony calls you to his office with a new game in mind…
between the sheets (oneshot) ***
you've decided to try for a baby, and tony can't wait to get started.
come back to me (oneshot)
after tony almost dies, you’re left lost and furious at what just happened.
count (oneshot) *** ///
tony is nothing if not a giver. but… he is also a bit of an asshole.
echo (oneshot) ///
you’re struggling to forget the past, so you try to bring part of it back to you.
idiot (drabble) ***
just an soft, sexy moment between the two of you.
insatiable (drabble) ***
the real question is, which one of you is the bigger tease?
mood lighting (ficlet) ***
tony spoils you by candlelight.
on your knees (oneshot) ***
the idea of having you on your knees is far too tempting for tony to resist.
quick question (oneshot)
tony has a question to ask you, battlefield be damned.
red and gold (ficlet)
an afternoon in central park lets you appreciate the seasonal color change.
simple pleasures (drabble) ***
tony loves nothing more than eating you out.
sober hearts (oneshot)
a look at your relationship as it has evolved over the years.
spare key (drabble) ***
you give tony a key to your apartment.
subtlety (oneshot) ***
impatient, you make use of the ‘emergency stop’ button in the elevator.
warm hands (ficlet) ***
the two of you share an intimate interlude out in the snow.
WANDA MAXIMOFF:
hold tight (oneshot) *** ///
she loves to spoil you & sometimes that means leaving you a quivering mess.
reflected in you (oneshot)
you try on your new uniform, and wanda helps you find your confidence.
spicy sweet (oneshot) ***
you plan on surprising wanda, but disaster means a change of plans.
sweetness (oneshot) *** ///
wanda loves the way you sound, and doesn’t care who else hears it.
THREESOMES/POLYAMORY:
hands free (oneshot) *** ///
you find clint on the phone, and you can’t help but distract him.
player three (drabble) *** ///
clint x bucky x you. game night takes a turn when they team up on you to win.
SERIES:
to ashes chapters (full series, this year's chapters in bold)
prologue - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - more to come...
tags: @startrekkingaroundasgard @wittyforachange @lovely-dreamer19 @castieltrash1 @wefracturedmotivation @january-echoes @glossyloner @capitalnineteen @youclickedthislink @s0ftness @drakelover78 @queenoftheunderdark @fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13 @lol-you-thought @sebbystanlover-vk @mikariell95 @csigeoblue @abrunettefangirlnerd @babyblues915 @aar-journey @moistpotatobear @bellamyblakemorley @diesinspanishbcimhispanic @sentimentalalien @agustdowney @akumune @xxboesefrauxx @patheticallysentimental @loki-is-loved @ruderavenclaw @enna-core @hearmyharmony @katsies @youralphawolf72 @whovianayesha @bradfordbantams @alice-the-nerd @ace-fandom-dumbass @kaelyn-lobrutto24 @twsssmlmaa @earth-pig-fish @hallothankmas @meeksmusic83 @fallinginlovewithqueue @justanothermagicalsara @dragon-chica @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @starrynightsforever @baku-writes @sorryurnotbrucebanner
#bruce banner#bucky barnes#clint barton#jessica jones#marc spector#natasha romanoff#peter quill#sam wilson#steve rogers#tony stark#wanda maximoff#mine: fanfic#masterlist#bruce banner x reader#bucky barnes x reader#clint barton x reader#jessica jones x reader#marc spector x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#peter quill x reader#sam wilson x reader#steve rogers x reader#tony stark x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#bruce banner x you#bucky barnes x you#clint barton x you#jessica jones x you#marc spector x you#natasha romanoff x you
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One Hot Ticket
Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
Word Count: 1,898
Summary: You win Metallica tickets on the radio and Eddie is the only person you want to take to the concert.
Author’s Note: Was this what I had planned for this weekend? Nope. Do I have a bookshop AU Eddie half done. Yep. Do I have two Bucky ideas ready to go. Yep. Did this thought invade my mind and take over. Yep. I just can’t get enough of kissing Eddie. I need to until forever. Thanks for sticking with me through all these little adventures and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @wannabehamlet thank you love🥰
Warnings: lots of fun, flirty fluff :)
Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @infinite-orangepeel thanks so much lovely 🥰
Eddie Munson Masterlist
“Hey Steve.”
“Hi babe, what’s up?”
“Not much. How’s work?” you ask.
“Ok. You know…work,” he shrugs.
“Yep. Is Eddie around?”
“Yea, he’s in the back,” Steve answers, motioning behind him.
“Thanks. I have something for him.”
You can feel Steve watching you as you move around the counter and head toward the back room. You knock lightly and wait to hear Eddie’s voice before you push open the door.
“Hey!” he says, brightening as soon as he sees you.
“Hi Eddie,” you smile.
“Did you come to see me?” he asks, pointing his finger at his chest.
“I did,” you tell him, walking closer with your hands behind your back. “I have something for you.”
“For me?” he questions, his surprise evident.
You nod with a smirk.
He studies you, his eyes dropping to your hidden hands.
“Do you have a Gremlin behind there or something?” he jokes.
“Not quite. Better.”
“Really? What could be better than a Gremlin?” he asks wryly.
“Oh I don’t know….” You sing as you move closer to him.
He’s seated on one of the chairs, his legs spread wide and his D n D book in his hand.
You stop when you’re between his legs and lean down close to his face, pulling the book from his fingers and placing it on the table. The atmosphere instantly changes, the small space between you now charged with tension.
You can hear his breath hitch as his eyes drift to your lips. You fight to keep your own eyes on his, wanting nothing more than to close the distance and kiss him. His head tilts to the side and his hand reaches out to touch you, the light brush of his fingers making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.
Without another word you whip your hands from behind your back and slide two tickets in front of his face.
His head jerks back and he stares at you before he looks at the tickets.
“No,” he whispers. “No FUCKING WAY!”
His voice gets louder the longer he looks at them and with shaky hands he takes them from your fingers and looks from the tickets to you several times before he let’s out a scream of happiness.
He starts dancing around the room, jumping up and down and shaking his head all around. His hair is wild and curly and his eyes are wide and he’s grinning from ear to ear.
Steve rushes into the back room, his head on a swivel as he looks between the two of you. Eddie rushes at him and grabs Steve’s shoulders, shaking him violently and screaming about Metallica.
“What the hell is going on?” Steve asks when he turns to you.
“I won Metallica tickets on the radio,” you say excitedly. “So Eddie and I are going this weekend.”
Eddie starts yelling again and fist pumping the air. He twirls his way back over to you and grabs you in a bear hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning around.
“Eddie,” you mumble into his hair.
He loosens his hold on you and you slowly slide down his body, feeling every inch of him.
When he finally sets you back on your feet his eyes roam over your face, his cheeks slightly pink. You flatten your palms on his chest and pull on one of his curls.
He swallows hard, licking his dry lips and asking in a breathless whisper, “are you really taking me to see Metallica?”
“Of course,” you answer. “Who else would I want to take?”
Before Eddie can answer, Steve chimes in and pulls you both from the moment.
“Oh, I dunno…ME MAYBE! Remember me? Your best bud Steve?”
Both you and Eddie make a scrunched-up face of confusion.
“You don’t listen to Metallica,” you tell Steve.
“Yea,” Eddie adds. “It’ll be too loud for your tender ears.”
“My tender…I don’t…I like…I listen to plenty of music!” Steve stammers.
Eddie grabs you again and crushes you to his chest.
“This is the BEST!” he says, not loosening his grip until you wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you.”
“Are you excited for tonight?” Robin asks Eddie.
Eddie is leaning over the counter, his fingers tapping across the top and his leg bouncing.
“I cannot fucking wait,” he answers, singing lyrics to himself. “I still can’t believe she’s taking me.”
“I know. She called as soon as she won the tickets and sounded so excited to tell you,” Robin says with a smile. “Then we were talking about what songs they might play and what she’s gonna wear but I’m not any help with that part so…”
Eddie slowly turns his head toward Robin, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Why would it matter what she wears?” he asks as he straightens up.
“Because it’s a date,” Steve chimes as he walks by with a stack of video tapes.
Eddie’s head whips around so fast his face disappears behind a mass of curls before his terrified expression is revealed.
“A date…” he mumbles. “But…but…”
“What’s the problem Munson?” Steve asks with a mischievous grin.
“She never said it was a date!” Eddie squeaks. “Why is it a date? It can’t be a date!”
Robin shoots Steve a death glare and then carefully approaches Eddie, resting a soft hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t listen to him. Just go and have fun,” she tells Eddie.
“But what if I fuck this up?” Eddie asks, his eyes huge. “I mean…she’s perfect and I’m lucky she’s even my friend and if I do something stupid and then she hates me and then we can’t even be friends…”
He drops his head and digs his palms into his eyes, muttering to himself.
“Munson,” Steve says softly. “Come on, isn’t it obvious she likes you too? And why would you do anything stupid?”
“NO it’s not!” Eddie cries then shakes his head and throws his hands up.
“You’re a major butthead,” Robin whisper shouts to Steve before she elbows him. “FIX THIS BEFORE HE LEAVES FOR THE CONCERT!”
Eddie arrives at your house early and waits outside in the van, his music blaring. The porch light catches his eye and he turns to see you open the door.
You step outside and give him a wave.
“Jesus H Christ,” he whispers, staring as you approach.
With another curse he wills himself to move and hops out of the driver’s door to rush around the front of the van and greet you.
His eyes sweep down your body before he catches your knowing smile.
“Hey,” he says and it comes out breathless. “You…uh…you look beautiful.”
“Thanks,” you giggle, reaching for the door.
Eddie quickly recovers and grabs the handle to open it for you.
“I love the bandana,” you tell him once you’re buckled in and he’s pulling out of the driveway. “The whole look works.”
He looks down at himself then back up at you with blinking eyes.
“Yea, you know…this is my usual stuff. I always look like I’m going to a rock concert.”
He turns his face back to the road and winces at his awkwardness.
“I know,” you tell him. “I really like it.”
The corner of his mouth lifts slightly and he lets out an exhale.
By the time you arrive at the venue his palms are sweaty and slipping from the steering wheel and his heart is hammering against his rib cage.
“Are you ok?” you ask him as he helps you out of the van.
“Yea,” he says with a vigorous shake of his head. “I’m great. Never better actually. I can’t fucking believe we’re about to see Metallica live!”
You squeal in excitement and grab his hand. “COME ON!”
As you weave through the crowd and head toward the stage you hold tightly to Eddie’s hand, his rings digging into your skin.
“Is this close enough?” you ask him when you stop on a less crowded spot on the grass.
“Holy shit,” he says, taking it all in.
“I know!” you say in agreement, giving his hand a squeeze.
You talk and wait as the start of the concert approaches and the area around you fills with more and more people. The crowd presses in and you step closer to Eddie, your side pushed up against his. A big and tall guy with a kind smile accidentally bumps into you, apologizing freely.
“Aw man, sorry babe,” the man says gruffly. “You ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks,” you tell him with a smile.
“Better watch your girl man, it can get crazy out here,” the man warns Eddie kindly before he saunters off.
You turn your face to Eddie and he grins at you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and tucking you protectively into his side. You curl an arm around his waist and sneak the other between his leather jacket, resting your palm on his soft stomach.
When the lights on the stage go out and you hear the first chord of the guitar you and Eddie start screaming with the rest of the crowd.
Every song in the first set is amazing and your voice is hoarse from singing and screaming and your feet hurt from dancing around. Eddie never lets go of you the entire time and he always keeps you protected with his body.
When the first set is over Metallica leaves the stage for a short intermission and you and Eddie grab some beer and take a breather.
As you’re heading back to your spot you can feel Eddie’s eyes on you and you look over to see him staring.
“What?” you ask.
His gaze settles on your face and he slides his hands around your waist, tugging you closer to him.
“Thank you,” he says, his voice gravelly. “This has already been the best night of my life and it’s not even over yet.”
Without thinking he presses a quick kiss to your lips. He goes still and pulls away. He holds his hands up, his face pinched with worry as he starts to apologize.
“I’m so sorry sweetheart,” he says. “I shouldn’t have done that without asking. Shit, shit, shit. I knew I was gonna fuck this up and now you’re gonna…” he tries to keep rambling on, but you grab the sides of his leather jacket and drag his mouth back down to yours.
At first he’s too surprised to react but the moment you whisper his name against his lips, your tone pleading, he snakes his hands along your curves and slides one up your back, grabbing the back of your neck.
His other hand lifts to your face, his thumb brushing along your jaw before he cradles your cheek and deepens the kiss. You cling to him, sighing into the kiss when his tongue parts your lips. Your fingers climb and delve into his hair, the strands like silk along your skin.
The stage lights brighten around you and you barely notice, your body pressed so close to his you can feel his heart beat against his chest.
When you break apart to breathe he can’t take his mouth off you, trailing kisses down your throat before he finds your lips again. His hands tremble slightly as they explore any part of your skin he can find.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips.
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#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#joseph quinn#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fic#eddie munson stranger things#joseph quinn x reader#metallica
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Bucky and the Books
Title: Bucky and the Books
Fandom: MCU
Characters/Pairings: eventual Bucky Barnes x female!Reader
Word Count: 943
Summary: Of all the book shops in all of Brooklyn, that guy from the bench happens to walk into this one.
Warnings: Slow burn, potential paper cuts, questionable taste in books
Additional Notes: Follow up to Bucky and the Bench.
Your fingers skim quickly over the spines of the books on your cart as you double check that you have all the volumes authored by G through J last names. With a satisfied nod, you turn around, round the corner, then round the next corner to head down the appropriate aisle. Shelving was not your job, but you relished escaping from the business side of the bookshop into the methodical that was returning books to their proper place.
You’re returning A Soldier of the Great War by Mark Herplin to the shelf, only two more volumes in your hand, when a customer joins you in the aisle, and you turn to ask, “Can I help you find any–“
You stop.
“Well, hello again.”
It’s the man from the bench a few weeks ago.
“Ah, hello.”
At least he looks a little sheepish.
“Hello.”
Damn, you already said that.
The corners of his lips tilt up, thinking the same thing.
You click your tongue nervously and ask. “So are you looking for anything in particular?”
He nods. “Lord of the Flies by–“
“–by Golding,” you finish, grimacing.
His face splits into a mischievous grin. “You hate it.”
You shrug. “I don’t hate it.”
“Yes, you do.”
You sigh. “I do.”
“Alright, what do you suggest instead?”
Those cerulean blue eyes are locked on you. You bite your lip for a moment, considering him. “What are you looking for?”
“Anything, I suppose. I still want Lord of the Flies because I’m reading my way through a list, but if you think you can do better…”
“A completionist, fine,” you respond, turning back to the shelves and pulling a copy off the shelf and hand it to him. “When I saw you before, you were reading To Kill a Mockingbird, right?”
He nods. “You noticed.”
“I own a bookshop; I can’t help noticing the books people have with them.”
“You own this bookshop?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.
“I do,” you respond, unable to help the serene but proud grin on your face.
“It’s well-stocked.”
“An essential element.”
He chuckles. “Of course.”
“So, To Kill a Mockingbird,” you pick up the thread where you left off. “You liked it?”
“Absolutely.”
“But you mentioned you’re reading off a list?”
He nods. “Best 80 books of the last 80 years.”
When you’d encountered him in the park, you hadn’t really seen much of who the stranger with the audacity to be particular about a park bench was, only enough to recognize him now that you’d encountered him again. But now with him standing only a few feet away, you know full well who he is, and a glance down at his left arm – he flexes the black metal hand – confirms it.
“You’re catching up on lost time.”
“I – yes.”
“Sorry, that wasn’t the right thing to say.”
“No, it’s fine actually. Almost no one talks to me about being over 100 years old, and I do have a lot of reading to make up for. So, go on, give me your recommendations.”
“What have you liked so far from that list?”
He shakes his head. “No, that would be cheating.”
You catch the sparkle of a challenge in his eyes, and you incline your chin just slightly, accepting it. “Alright then, Barnes, follow me.”
You guide him through the shelves, pulling a few books into your arms without showing him. He looks skeptical when you enter the children's section. You pull the first Harry Potter book from the shelf in the R’s, and this one you do hold up to him. “Have you read Harry Potter?”
“No.”
“Get through the first part of the first chapter, and then keep reading.”
“Okay,” he agrees, taking the volume from you.
At that point, you lead him to the front. One of your employees is helping another customer at the main register, but no one else is in line, so you slip behind the counter and open the second register. In addition to Lord of the Flies and The Sorcerer’s Stone, you ring him up for The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas, Stardust by Neil Gaiman, and Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier.
“And these are your favorites?” he asks.
“Some of them, but not all, of course. It’s a good starter pack, so I can see what your tastes are.”
He furrows his brow and leans forward over the counter. “You haven’t given me even one of your top five favorite books, have you?”
You shrug, running his card. “Nope. Now To Kill a Mockingbird is one of my very favorites, so you’ve already read that; Gaiman and Dumas are two of my favorite authors; and the Harry Potter series is seven books, so you’ve just got the kick off.”
“I’ll be back for more.”
“I’ll be ready for you, Barnes.”
He takes the bag of his new books from the counter. “You can call me Bucky.”
After the opening and closing of the door accompanied by the telltale ring of its bell, you hear someone clear their throat next to you.
You look to your left and see Greg, your assistant manager for the bookshop, watching you, his arms crossed.
“What?”
“I see that smile on your face.”
“No, there’s no smile, not like that. It’s just satisfying when we get a customer who comes in and you can tell they’re really into reading the way we are.”
“Of course, of course,” he says and turns back to his register just as someone else approaches the counter.
You roll your eyes and head off to return to the book cart and the books you’d abandoned to help a reader in need.
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good boy
camboy!bucky barnes x fem!reader
the good boy trilogy - part 1
you and bucky have known each other for a little while, but you both still have your secrets. what happens when you find out what bucky does on friday nights? and what goes on when he realises that you may not be as naive as you seem? very smutty! 18+ 2.2k words.
Since leaving the marines, Bucky has had so much free time that he doesn’t know what to do with it. Take up a new hobby? No. Make some new friends? No. Learn to play an instrument? No.
Instead, he likes to torture you at the bookshop you work at: following you around when you’re restocking shelves and chatting to you whilst you serve all the other customers. You fully embrace his presence in your day, sitting with him in the local coffee shop on your break and saving him books that you think he might like.
That’s how your special relationship flourished: you’d give the books you liked to Bucky, he’d read them too and then the both of you would spend hours texting back and forth about your favourite parts. And, maybe you had ignored him for a few days when he said something particularly unpleasant about your favourite novel.
But when Bucky brought you your favourite, a salted caramel latte, before your shift at the shop, you totally forgot your petty argument and apologised for ignoring him. “I was worried about you, sweetheart.” he’d said, thinking you’d forgotten about him.
Having never had much romantic attention before, you were embarrassingly unaware of Bucky’s attraction to you, and whilst you were waiting for him to make the first move, he was waiting for you to recognise his interest- which was never going to happen.
Bucky thought you were the most naive girl ever to hit the earth, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Every Friday night, you’d log onto your most favourite website and fuck yourself endlessly for your favourite cam boy- The Winter Soldier.
The sexiest man you had ever seen. Obviously, you had only ever seen his body, perfectly sculpted and covered from top to bottom in the most intricate tattoos- he was a girl’s wet dream personified. You always wondered if Bucky had tattoos, it would probably make you fall harder for him if he did, but since you had only known him for a few months (and all of those months were in winter) you’d only ever seen him with long sleeves.
You and your soldier's Friday night sessions were private since you’d been a fan for so long, you’d tip him everything you could in his public streams, just begging to be noticed. And thank the lord he did notice you, you were growing tired and jealous of him conversing with all the other girls online and leaving you out.
Little tears of frustration would bead at the corners of your eyes whenever you had to watch him fist his cock and moan another woman’s name. He was so sweet and submissive with you now, following your orders accordingly and giving you an adorable “thank you, mommy” whenever you let him cum.
So whilst Bucky had this picture of you in his mind: an endearing and lovable bookseller, so complaint and pure- the perfect girl, he really couldn’t get further from the truth; you relished in the power you had when you were dominant, sexy and mysterious.
Every time he called you a pet name, he thought it went straight over your head but instead, you were imagining if it was you calling him cutesy names, devaluing his masculinity until he was like putty in your hands.
Almost every night before bed, you’d imagine Bucky there next to you, begging you to touch him and please him. You’d be the best he ever had, giving him the perfect place to relax his big and muscled body- one that had been expertly trained and carved by his time in the military.
His time in the marines wasn’t something he spoke of often, or fondly, and you guessed that it was probably his last resort after leaving high school. And that was true, Bucky had had no idea what to do when he left school- there were just too many options to choose from, and so he chose to follow his best friend into the army.
Years later, he was left battered and bruised after almost losing his arm, and with his inheritance, moved to a small town outside of New York to live out the rest of his days.
The story was different for you- you were a town native and had just returned after finishing college. Whilst you once wished to be a famous author in the big neighbouring city, you were happily co-owning the village’s only bookshop with one of your closest friends for now.
That was another thing that you loved about your slowly-blossoming relationship with Bucky- the age difference, it drove you crazy. Whilst Bucky had just passed forty, you weren’t even 25 yet, and that made your imaginations just that more erotic. A bigger, older man calling you “mommy”? It couldn’t get more perfect.
Sitting across from Bucky with a gingerbread latte in hand (Bucky had bought it for you, saying it was time to step out of your comfort zone of salted caramel), you listened to him give a detailed account of how he felt reading one of your favourites, Normal People by Sally Rooney.
“... and I just couldn’t get over the fact that it had no speech marks.” He whined, leaning back in his chair and putting the book down in front of him on the table. Your eyes widened as you saw what he had done to your copy, picking it up and smoothing out the corners that he’d folded over.
“Bucky! What have I told you about using a bookmark? Stop defiling my books!” You said. “And with regards to the punctuation… I think you should stop being a prescriptivist snob.”
He rolled his eyes at you, picking up his coffee again and taking a sip as you took a gulp of yours. “So, what you up to tonight, sugar?”
It was Friday, which meant Winter Soldier day, and a night full of orgasms for you. A dreamy smile broke out across your lips as you thought about the day ahead of you, and all the fun you were going to have later. You zoned out, forgetting about Bucky’s question.
Bucky saw the reaction form on your face and a violent feeling of jealousy took over him, sitting deep in his chest and causing his face to transform into a deep frown. “What?” He asked, more harshly than he intended.
You turned to him, that lovely smile still stuck on your face (to his dismay) and your mug raised halfway between the table and your mouth, “Huh?”
“Who’s got you smiling like that, sweetheart?” Bucky said, rolling up his sleeves and resting his elbows on the table as he began twisting his rings on his fingers. You loved it when he did that, it gave you an excuse to stare at his glorious hands and imagine what he could do to you with them.
Whilst you were thinking over a little white lie to tell Bucky (obviously not being able to tell him what you were actually doing tonight), you noticed the way his forearms flexed. But what you failed to notice until a few seconds later were his tattoos… you’d never seen them before.
They littered almost every inch of visible skin, except for his hands, and you thought they were beautiful. The way they wrapped around the muscles and the eerie colourlessness of them satisfied you- they made him look so masculine. You couldn’t stop imagining him on his knees for you, those hands holding your thighs apart as he dove inbetween them.
You grabbed his arm gently and moved closer to him on the leather bench seat you were both sitting on, so your thigh was pressed against his. Tingles pulsated through his skin where you touched him, “You like them, sugar?”
“Mhm… I do. I didn’t know you had tattoos. I love tattoos.” You said truthfully (nothing turned you on more), rubbing your thumb over the inked skin.
You were reminded of your Winter Soldier, and all the drawings that marred his perfect body: the two little doves that rested on his collar bone, the crown of thorns that ran right around his torso, but your favourite, and arguably the funniest, were the words “lucky you” tattooed just above his pubic bone.
“My friend, he has a pretty funny tattoo.” You said, giggling at the memory of the first time you saw it and the story Winter had told you about it being the punishment of him losing a bet against one of his friends, Sam.
“Oh yeah? What is it?”
“It’s words “lucky you”... just above his dick.” You said, pointed to the area on your body and laughing quietly. You were looking down at your tummy when Bucky’s face took on his reaction, no one apart from his viewers (and the few women he’d been with) had see that tattoo, and Bucky had obviously never slept with you, so that left one possibility.
You were a viewer.
Settling on your bed with your vibrator and your dildo laid next to you, you opened your laptop and quickly logged in to the website. Your body was physically shaking with excitement, you had been waiting all week to see your boy again and it was only minutes away- your pussy was already throbbing with the anticipation of being nice and full again.
A little while later, Winter popped up on your screen, in all his naked and tattooed glory with his thick glistening cock in his hand. You wimpered at the sight of its leaking head, fat beads of precum dripping down the length to his balls.
Your mouth watered at view in front of you, imagining the feeling of it hitting your g-spot and forcing your tight walls apart over and over as you rode him.
“Hi, mommy.” He said, and just like that your resolve broke and you moaned.
You turned on your microphone, “Hey, baby. You doing okay?”
Bucky recognised your voice immediately. How did he not realise before that is was you? The only woman he has ever and will ever submit to has been his sweet Y/n this whole time. The pure realisation caused him to fist his cock harder and faster.
“No, baby. Mommy didn’t tell you to go faster, did she?” You whispered, giggling at the way his hand loosened obediently. “Good boy.”
“Yes, I’m your good boy, Y/n.”
Your hand stopped on its path down to your clit, dropping onto your soft tummy in shock and gripping the material of your shirt. What the fuck? Winter only ever referred to you by your title, you had never told him your name, he only knew your username.
“Mommy… I meant Mommy.” Bucky said, trying to save himself… but he was in too deep now. He dropped his head into his hands and looked directly at the camera, showing you his face (online) for the first time.
He knew it was you… so what was the point in hiding anymore? He was tired of pretending he wasn’t attracted to you.
Bucky expected the call to end, maybe a brief goodbye… but what he definitely didn’t expect was for your face to appear on his screen in front of him. You turned on your webcam, looked straight into the lens and said, “Did Mommy tell you to stop, baby?”
He couldn’t resist your instruction, wrapping his hand around himself right away and moving it along his length nice and fast- just the way you always asked him to. His other hand reached down to cup his balls, heavy in his hand as he squeezed them.
“That’s it, baby. You know what Mommy likes, don’t you?” You asked, knowing you wouldn’t get a reply from the man on the other end of the call- sometimes he was just so desperate to touch himself that he lost all other sense around him, just focusing on pleasing you.
“What are you thinking about, sweetie? You gonna tell Mommy?”
You couldn’t take your eyes off Bucky’s face, watching the way he winced as he tried to hold back his orgasm, and the way his hand slowed when he was too close. He was so pretty, the prettiest boy you had ever seen.
As Bucky escaped his sex-filled haze, he finally answered you- “Thinking about… about Mommy bouncing on my cock. You’d feel so good, so tight.”
“Mhm. You thinking about me taking you in my pussy or my ass, honey? Which hole are you gonna choose?” You said, laughing at how Bucky’s eyes widened. “You didn’t think I was this slutty, did you?”
“No, Mommy.”
“You’re so naive, baby. Mommy has wanted you forever. Wanted to feel your thick cum leaking out of me since the day I met you.”
Bucky’s pace hastened to an almost unnatural pace, his tip a nice shiny red.
“Wish I could kiss my sweet baby. Are you gonna cum for Mommy?”
And before you could give permission, the thick white cream gushed down the side of his cock like a perfect stream. God, you wished you could lick it all up.
As you looked at him through the screen, you smiled at his adorable little fucked-out expression and the way the sweat trickled down his abs- he always worked so hard for his Mommy. But that didn’t mean that he was always the good boy he thought he was.
“You came without asking, baby. You’re getting punished when I see you.”
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From the NSFW genarator
reader handing Bucky Barnes a bowl of cream/chocolate/honey and telling them to spread them on their own body where they want it eaten by reader. Bucky Barnes eagerly complies, and everything starts (or ends) with a sloppy smear on person Bucky Barnes's lips.
pairing. bucky barnes x gender neutral!reader
summary. for valentine's day, bucky brings you a bowl of whipped cream and strawberries. with a game proposition, you very quickly come to learn you're hungry for a different type of cream.
warnings. bucky loves you with all his heart but he's also a hard dom at heart. misuse of strawberries and whipped cream, dom/sub undertones, spitting/spit, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, food play - whipped cream, facefucking, petnames (specifically 'doll' and 'sugar', but these are intended to be for any partner, not just f), fluff, pre-established relationship SMUT - minors DNI. reader's bits are not mentioned in depth here so gender is ambiguous, i like all of my stories to be as inclusive as i can make them :)
a.n. hi, nonny, i wanted this to be out on valentine's day but some things in my personal life held that up. additionally: kinda interpreted this a little bit of the way i wanted to and the way i thought i'd best enjoy writing it, so bucky is the one with the game in mind (bonus: listen to this song as your background music like i did to add to the experience) -- reader is nerdy and likes things like books and candles and reading (reader is me projecting lbr)
also winterdevil friendship briefly mentioned bc i can
w.c. 7.3k
You were only a few pages into your new book - ‘Good Omens’; You’d heard good things about the story in its witty writing and amusing tale.
Bucky had been paying attention when you’d both gone on a bookshop date and scoured the shelves hopefully for the novel. Even when asking about the bookstore’s directory, the worker reluctantly let you know the book wasn’t in stock. You’d shrugged the loss off with a warm smile; ‘Better luck next time, right?’
Imagine your delight when Bucky brought you a red gift bag with four golden arrows decoratively laid horizontally and stacked upon one another with the words ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’. Inside the bag had even more delightful contents; Peeling past the elegant golden tissue paper, you were excited to find your very own copy of the novel you’d been unable to find in stores. Additionally was a box of chocolates and a candle scented ‘Rose & Apple’.
“Aw, Bucky,” you swooned, “I thought we said no gifts…?”
“I know,” Bucky admitted, moving around the kitchen island to come to stand behind you; Arms of flesh and vibranium slowly winding around your waist to hug your body to his own, settling into a comfortable hold so naturally. “But I like seeing you smile.”
You looked fondly at the cover of the book, thumb gently brushing over the paperback cover before setting it down on the counter. You bit your lips together in an appreciative smile, and you felt Bucky’s grin against the side of your neck where he tucked away. Nose rubbing affectionately against your pulse before pressing a chaste kiss.
“...At least now you won’t feel surprised when I tell you I got you a few gifts of your own,” you reveal as you turn your head to usher Bucky’s chin up. “Oh, of course, you got me something anyways!” Bucky huffed on an amused laugh, eyes crinkled in the corners with his smile, and your heart was left to melt.
He nosed into you lovingly, nuzzling and then pressing foreheads together. You took the opportunity to drape your arms around Bucky’s shoulders in a warm embrace; the rest of your quiet valentine’s day was spent peacefully with expensive sushi ordered to your shared apartment, moving the furniture and putting his records on to sway together playfully with giggles and kisses, then wrapped up with movies in the living room and popcorn kernels in between the couch cushions from the way you’d been pelting pieces at one another. You needed no fancy dinners or dates. You both were capable of making a night-in a remarkable memory all on its own.
Though the favor you called in from Zemo wound up with gifting Bucky a signed copy of ‘The Hobbit’ signed by J.R.R. Tolkien himself, and that was pretty good at also making an evening remarkable. The absolute awe in Bucky’s eyes and the way he’d gone slack-jawed when unwrapping the book was worth the six digits that were poured into the cost. Zemo had more than enough to spend and was happily willing to pay off his debt. A book was child’s play for Baron - simple.
You'd only been a few pages into your new book; Having been eager to begin drinking in the story as soon as possible. Bucky knew you were a bookworm; it's part of what you two had so in common - Bucky knew how to appreciate a good story, too. Eagerly diving into the paperback and excitedly tearing through pages was what you did best; On Multiple occasions where Bucky and you had surprised one another with blind-book dates and annotated novels for one another, reading was perhaps a love language between the both of you.
So you’d think Bucky would’ve expected that from you as soon as that book was between your nimble fingers. Good luck with any attempts that may sway your attention or distract you as a whole; everyone should know it’s useless to try. But Bucky wasn’t everyone else. Bucky knew you and knew how to wriggle his way in between you and a good book.
And his key tool for that this evening seemed to be a wooden food tray with a bowl of hulled strawberries and a tub of whipped cream, and then an additional can that made you raise a brow. Any skepticism was dropped in moments given the natural delight you felt with Bucky in a room. When it was just the two of you, he was the sweetest man you’d ever met.
“Surprise,” Bucky beamed softly, earning an amused smile from you in the process.
He moved from the archway of the kitchen to step into the living room, rounding the coffee table to take his seat beside you on the couch.
“Strawberries? You shouldn’t have,” you hum appreciatively, picking up your bookmark to hold your page; You didn’t dog-ear your pages like some savage.
“Strawberries and Valentine’s Day go hand in hand last I checked. Whipped cream just makes it even better.” the soldier defends, earning a playful roll of your eyes.
“You’re makin’ me feel like a chump here, Bucky, we said no gifts and surprises,” you softly protest albeit with little sternness to your voice. Book abandoned on the side table of the couch, you leaned to reach for a piece of fruit.
“Ah ah ah,” Bucky stops you, vibranium hand coming to cover the mouth of the bowl. “This isn’t for nothin’, I wanna play a game, sweetheart…” The sultry purr to Bucky’s voice insinuates he’s up to no good.
“Huh?” You pause, confused as you look between Bucky’s hand and the bowl. A game? “I should’ve known there’d be a catch. You’re a menace, James.” The words are light and teasing; No real harm behind them.
“Oh quit bein’ so dramatic,” Bucky playfully chides with a teasing pinch to your outer thigh - it makes you squeak in delight and burst into soft laughs before shooing his hand away. Bucky absolutely thrives on your smile and laugh; It drives him crazy.
“I’m not dramatic, I’m melodramatic!” you titter happily.
“Well, if by ‘melodramatic’ you mean ‘theatrical’,” Bucky commented with a mischievous grin as he safely set the tray on the coffee table. You took the liberty of pulling the throw pillow you’d been laying on and help it live up to its name; Hitting Bucky in the shoulder with the cushion for his ‘theatrical’ comment.
“You love me and my melodrama theatrics all the same, don’t act like you don’t.”
“Alas, it’s true.” he sighs sweetly, nothing but love in his gray eyes as he says it; Smitten. The softness of it helps melt some of the banter that had been building.
“...And what was this ‘game’ you were talking about, exactly, Bucky?”
Bucky’s eyes light up with arousal, wetting his lips and treating the question as though he couldn’t wait to answer.
“Have you ever plaid chicken before, sunshine?” Bucky inquires, and your head shakes side to side. “Alright, I brought out whipped cream. Wherever one person smears whipped cream, the other has to lick it off. The first one to refuse - or chicken out - loses.”
Your own gaze widens with delight at the sound of the provocative game. At least a game was something you could get behind, and it definitely had a means of spicing things up with Bucky; Not that your sex life was boring, but something new every now and again was exciting for the both of you.
“Aw,” Bucky tuts sympathetically, “I can see it on your face, poor thing. The way your eyes lit up… Sheesh, people are gonna think m’not takin’ care of my babydoll.”
The heat that rises to your face is familiar and leaves your chest feeling fluttery.
“You do take care of me, Bucky,” you softly utter, squeezing your thighs together. “I wanna play.” the words are airy when they leave your lips, and the voice in which you speak makes Bucky stifle a soft groan in reply.
“Knew you would, baby. Such a perfect little thing, always onboard for whatever I want to try.” Bucky hums his approval and something inside of you swoons for the praise. He even takes a moment to use his fingers and tenderly brush the stray hairs from your face; touching you nothing but gently.
“Uh huh,” you confirm with a jerky nod and a doe-eyed look as Bucky smiles, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. He reaches for the container of whipped cream, popping the lid off. “Wait.” The thought creeps up on you.
Bucky stills briefly, eyes flickering to your face in a brief haze of concern. Pausing the act he’s been putting on for a moment to assure you’re not being genuine when you ask him to ‘wait’. You swallow around the tightness in your throat, attention solely on Bucky as you watch his studying face. Leave it to Bucky to be ready to fret over you at the drop of a dime.
“What if I win?”
Bucky’s expression falls for a brief moment before twisting into disbelief and amusement. He laughs, entertained but relieved that’s where your concerns lie rather than somewhere more concerning.
“If you win, huh? Hmm,” Bucky takes a deliberate moment to hum and you shift with eager anticipation. Curious for whatever delicious thoughts may be brewing in that beautiful head of his. “Why don’t you choose — What would my babydoll want as a prize…?” the drawl of his voice nearly makes you squirm where you sit on the couch.
Your mind runs wild with ideas for half a moment before settling on something simple; “You have to go down on me, mouth only. No hands to help.” A swell of pride in your chest at the thought, you could already imagine Bucky looming over you and the warmth of his breath on your core before delving in without the aid of his hands.
Bucky seems to like the idea as well if the devilish way he watches you is anything to go off of.
“Sounds like a deal, and if you lose, you go down on me, sunshine.”
You would hardly consider that a losing game.
“Sounds like a fair match - may the best player win,” you chuckle, the words a meager attempt to take back the reigns on your confidence and not become complete mush for this man by default. Bucky had this charming way of entrancing you. He did it to everyone that got to know him, half the time Bucky didn’t even need to think about it.
“I’ll get us started,” the sergeant takes lead - setting the lid of the whipped cream container on the coffee table and using a spoon he’d brought along with him to scoop up a dollop from the container. Messily, Bucky smears a dab across his bottom lip - all too aware of what he’s doing. Bucky may look innocent, but there are devil horns holding up that halo. You wonder if that’s a reflection of his friendship with Matt.
The grin Bucky wears is devilish when he looks at you; Eyes piercing and somehow even seductive with a swipe of whipped cream on his bottom lip. A soft giggle emits from your being before leaning to pluck up a strawberry. You use the piece of fruit to swipe along Bucky’s bottom lip, successfully scooping up traces of the whipped cream before taking a bite of the strawberry. The taste is ripe and sweet, no wonder they’re occasionally considered a form of natural aphrodisiac.
Bucky’s flesh hand finds your wrist tenderly after the first bite, causing you to arch a brow.
“Licking, sunshine.” Bucky corrects. “Pick at strawberries all you want, but the rules of the game required you to use your mouth. Otherwise, that’s not nearly as fun, is it?”
It’s moments like those that made you feel all light and fuzzy. When Bucky talks to you as though you were a helpless and useless thing; It makes your brain fog up with cotton with the way he speaks down to you.
“No, Bucky,” You exhale sweetly.
“Good baby,” Bucky’s hand releases your wrist to lift and cup your cheek, giggling when you’re faced with the whipped cream on his lip again. Not as easy to take him so seriously. Bucky gives an amused huff at the response. “Now c’mon, before this melts and you have to lick that up, too.”
Popping the rest of your strawberry into your mouth, you finished chewing and swallowing before cupping Bucky’s jaw to steady him. Holding him in place when you lean forward into his space; being able to smell the traces of sandalwood and cinnamon on his skin made you shiver. It didn’t matter how many times you were like this with Bucky, your belly filled with butterflies every time in the best way. Tentatively you drag your tongue across his bottom lip, whipped cream sweet on your tongue.
There’s no chance to pull away when Bucky catches your lips in an immediate kiss following. Mouth slotting to yours in the opportunity that the man has, grinning against your lips like the cat that got the cream. His large palm lifted to come and cradle your cheek, the tips of his fingers brushing into your hair where it cups under your eat. Palm cooler than the average person due to the way his body ran cold, but your own warmth helped balance out the temperature difference from time to time. Your cheek felt like fire beneath this hand.
Bucky kisses you hungrily, a searing claim when he licks hot into your mouth and makes you whimper and shiver. Your fingers still hold his bearded cheeks as Bucky takes his time tasting you; Enjoying it far more than any whipped cream he could ever buy. Bucky parts only after he’s left you breathless, wiping a thumb at his bottom lip with a low chuckle. Your head is left to spin with your heart hammering in your ears.
“Been achin’ to kiss you like that all day,” Bucky confesses.
Your lips tingle, mourning the loss of Bucky pressed against your like that. “You’ve had countless chances, Bucky - we’ve been here alone all day.” You defend while lacking a legitimate malice to your tone.
“It’s different,” you almost wave him off at the defense and make yourself busy with the whipped cream when Bucky elaborates. “I wanted to be soft with you today; I think we both deserve a little tenderness every once in a while. But sexy games give me a reason to kiss you like that.”
“Sometimes I struggle to believe that you’re the same stoic sergeant everyone quakes in front of.”
“I’m not; Not with you.”
The words are raw, and it would make your heart turn to mush if you weren’t turned on by his kindness.
“You’re sexy when you’re sweet,” you coo, fingers brushing up his jaw to draw Bucky in for another quick kiss.
“And you’re sexy all the time, sunshine.” Bucky hums right back before meeting you partway for a small exchange of pecks. You both linger there for a moment, the kisses stolen not nearly as heady or heavy.
Then you’re taking your turn. Parting lips and Bucky nearly chases your touch for more when you tut your tongue. A mock of his earlier tutting. “Aww,” you echo back to him, half condescending and half frisky. “I see it on your face, people are gonna think m’not taking care of my Buckybear.” though with your delivery, the words are far less menacing and end with you breaking the character to laugh, especially when Bucky is already crumbling into chuckles in front of you.
“‘Buckybear’?” Bucky parrots incredulously and entertained.
“Trying out new nicknames,” you say with an innocent shrug, plucking up the spoon to get more cream on the utensil. “I think it’s cute.”
“I like it,” Bucky agrees, shifting to get comfortable on the couch while his predatory gaze follows your hand. “It’s a nickname you gave me, just… Maybe let’s not let Sam hear this one.”
“Does he still call you ‘Buckaboo’ sometimes?” You ask, momentarily distracted and appreciative that you and Bucky are able to break up seductive moments with cute ones. You’re convinced it’s proof you’re both truly in love to be able to be this casual and open with one another.
“Unfortunately. Torres heard Sam over the commlinks last week, both of them were dying of laughter.” Bucky deadpans, clearly not finding the situation as humorous as the boys did. You snicker with a shake of your head, assessing the spoon in your hand for a moment before setting it down in the container and abandoning it as a whole.
Instead, you pull your shirt up and over your head – stripping away the layer. The response it earns from Bucky fuels your confidence, the way he straightens up on the couch and wolf-whistles at each inch of skin you show off for him. Bucky always has a way of making you feel perfect; All your insecurities blanch when you were able to feel his comforting presence, always leaving you feeling loved and unequaled in your skin.
“Givin’ me a show, doll?” Bucky muses, a small tilt of his head while he studies you.
“Why, enjoying the view?” You coo in turn, meeting Bucky with that same playful banter - this was a game after all, and games are meant to be fun. You discard the top haphazardly to the floor, no doubt to be gathered tomorrow morning.
“Oh absolutely. Got the prettiest baby in all of New York… I’m a very lucky man.” When Bucky speaks, his voice is thick and warms your face. Bucky is very much the flatterer.
“I know you like it when I say things like that,” doesn’t even hesitate to single you out on the thought. “When I remind you of how precious you are to me, sugar… Just how much I fucking adore you.”
Bucky’s voice drips with lust and devotion. Utterly in love. It almost tempts you to drop the game before it gets too far in and have him now; Peel away the remaining layers separating you two and open your legs in an invitation for Bucky to fuck you so roughly into the couch that the legs break and the neighbors know Bucky’s name loud and clear.
God, you’re fucking whipped for this man.
Sometimes you’re still not prepared for the outpour of loving words; Still, you’re trying to remember that Bucky means the things he says and isn’t merely humoring you as exes have in the past. Bucky is nothing if not genuine.
“Keep sweet talking me, Sarge, and this game might end sooner than you want it to,” You warn with a coy smile before picking up the formerly abandoned spoon.
“I’m bein’ honest,” Bucky defends, lifting his hands in a feigned and mischievous. “You know you love when I talk sweet to you, anyways, sugar.”
“You also know it makes me freeze up; I never know what to say things like that, Bucky.” a gentle reminder and your cheeks hurt from smiling - do you look stupid? Bucky would love you anyways, truth be told.
“Oh, but that’s the best part,” Bucky replies, leaning forward on the couch and closer into your bubble of space. Taking his time letting his eyes drink in the pretty sight you make for him without your top. “It turns you into putty, baby. You start floatin’ so easy, ‘s cute - it’s worth it gettin’ you cock-drunk in the end.”
You stutter - jaw clenching and you feel the tips of your ears burn.
Bucky takes more sadistic amusement in the responses he pulls out of you. Plays you like a fiddle. It embarrasses you as much as it makes your thighs tighten and a wetness forms in your underwear. He works you up for fun. It’s maddening and exhilarating and perfect.
“Buckyyy,” you whine, pitiful and with a harmless scowl.
Bucky’s laugh is rich and makes your face soften almost immediately.
“Well, on with it, sunshine.” Bucky nods towards the spoon clutched between your fingers.
You take the moment to regain your composure. A deep breath - Attempting to shake out Bucky’s influence and his attempts to deduce you to a ditz so soon. Then, with the cold metal of the spoon, you smear a generous streak of whipped cream from your left clavicle to the top of your left breast.
When you lift your attention from your careful work, you find Bucky’s hungry eyes on you. Looking like a wolf preparing to strike his prey; Oh, to be littered with bites from Bucky’s mouth sounds like a dream.
“You’re bold tonight. I can already tell this is gonna be fun,” Bucky husks, voice low before moving into your space.
Right hand coming flush against your hip before smoothing up to frame your chest. He wedges himself between your legs, bringing your back flush with the arm of the couch as he looms over you; The semi that the soldier has been packing pressing prominently against your ass through his jeans. His vibranium hand brushes your hair out of your face, eyes studying you.
“You’re always so small under me...” Bucky hums, metal fingers brushing down your cheek as you lick some of the remaining whipped cream off the spoon; Putting on a show with the slow and deliberate lave it was the tip of his cock.
Bucky groans, his touch hardening where he holds your chest before lowering himself to let his hot mouth lick over your collarbone. Trailing down, his tongue glides across creamy sugar while littering open-mouth kisses to your flushed skin. His beard scratches against tender flesh and you keen underneath him - Bucky subtly presses tighter against your ass so his cock can make itself well acquainted and he growls low in his chest. Hot breath fanning over your flesh.
The soldier’s hot mouth threatens to go further, tempted to explore every inch of your delicate skin and leave you covered in hickeys. Bucky practices self-restraint, but not before licking up the swipe of whipped cream and suckling a deep hickey into your skin. The purpling skin is beautiful under his skillful tongue and you moan into the air of the living room.
May the best man win.
You’d both gone back and forth. After Bucky licked the mess from your chest and tasted the sugar on his tongue from a shared kiss, he had fun spraying whipped cream on his fingers.
Watching you have to take each digit between plump lips to suckle and lick the cream off. Beyond the sweetness of the cream, you could taste the roughness of his skin while he played with your tongue. Bucky even took the liberty of pressing his fingers to the flat of your tongue and holding your mouth open until you were drooling when there was no more cream left. When his fingers slip too far, you gag around the intrusion and Bucky grins.
He spits in your mouth to compensate for your time. You moan, thankful.
When it’s your turn again, you take the chance to shimmy your pants off next. Bucky licked his lips - watching you get undressed and not having to do a bit of the work but also being tempted with the inability to touch. Eager hands wanting nothing more to grip supple flesh and lay his claim while he takes you. With him. All good things come to those who wait.
You smeared whipped cream on your inner right thigh - dangerously close to your center and trailing towards your v-line. Bucky took his time settling between your legs. Kissed stamped to the inside of your calves, calloused hands smoothing out the outer of your thighs. Trailing upward, Bucky’s breath ever hot and the whipped cream threatens to drip.
Bucky catches the drop with his tongue before it can find the couch, licking up the inside of your thigh. His tongue makes you tingle and your brain stops working for a moment; shuddering under his touch and your toes curl. Bucky presses a kiss over the wet patch in your tight briefs and you hide your face. Your core quivers with want.
Bucky refuses to let you hide for long, working his way back up and gently prying your hands from your face. You share a heated kiss and sigh shakily against Bucky’s figure; Melting between him and the couch.
When it’s Bucky’s turn again, he takes a page out of your book and uses the opportunity to shed away layers. The jeans hugging his deliciously thick thighs are discarded, Bucky hiking up the plain black tee that left little to the imagination of the definition of his abdomen. It’s no mystery that Bucky was packed with muscle; Even in thick coats, you could still somehow always make out his distinct shape with rippling arms, a thick chest, and somehow a narrower waist. You’ve joked about him being a Disney princess once or twice.
The scoundrel smears the chilled spoon over his chiseled abs and for half a moment you’re in one of those steamy romance novels your mom would read and you’d giggle at.
You lap up the trail from over the concrete muscle down to Bucky’s groin - and he sighs out shaky and delighted. Hooded and heated eyes always watching you, you, you. Nothing else exists in the world to him other than your game. You feel a swell of pride knowing you have such a catch as Bucky; his thick fingers tangled in your hair and carding through as you innocently lick up the cream with a sinful tongue.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous, sunshine.” the words are drawled out lazily and hushed from Bucky’s swollen lips; He’s been chewing them and biting like crazy.
The tent in his briefs doesn’t surprise you at all - you’d be insulted if he wasn’t aroused.
Still, you’ve taken every task he’s given you like a champ. Bucky is running out of safe skin to present, and you’re in for the long haul. Winning or losing makes no difference to you. By the end of the night, it’ll be Bucky’s hands that have touched you and brought you to your climax. No one else. You’ve already won.
But that doesn’t stop you from sitting back and shivering when the cold metal touches your bare nipples. Smearing a generous amount of cream to both bare and pebbling buds. Bucky is simply excited to get his mouth on you in a way that isn’t so safe anymore. His lips close around your nipple and leave you gasping - sucking and rolling the bud against his skilled and velvety tongue.
You’re wet; fingers holding Bucky’s head, merely along for the ride as he circles the areola with the tip of his tongue before pinching the delicate skin between his teeth and making you cry out. So sensitive. He kisses your ache better before subjecting the other nipple to the same torment; Bucky’s hot and wet mouth is heaven and your body speaks louder than your wanton moans or words ever will. You want him so unapologetically, and Bucky knows it. Prides himself on it, even.
It’s only a matter of time before you’re out of whipped cream and both of your teeth have rotted from your skull from the sugar; Something has to give otherwise the both of you could be at this all night - would that be so awful, though?
Bucky could wait you out easily. Run you out of choices until all that's left to cover with cream are the places he wants to get his tongue on the most. That's too easy; the back and forth between you two is what helps sparks fly.
Your fun is interrupted on Bucky's turn. He's trying to swipe whipped cream on his chest when he fumbles the spoon; the dollop slides right off the flimsy metal and falls to Bucky's bare shin, trailing down to his foot.
Both of your noses scrunch. Bucky's look of disgust is quickly replaced though by a mischievous glint, the soldier raising his leg up to balance his heel on the couch cushion.
"Better hop to it, honey." Bucky singsongs.
You playfully swat at his thick thigh, hand wanting to linger just to feel the muscle under your palm. How easy it would be to glide up and cup his cock.
"I'm not licking your foot, Bucky." You stifle the words only because you can't contain the giggles.
"Rules are rules - unless that means I win…?" Bucky perks up, and ah, no wonder why he got all delighted. He sees this as his golden ticket win.
No way he's serious. Your relationship and dynamic is very experimentational, but feet aren't on the table - sorry, Bucky. Licking one of his boots is a different story, but that's for another day where you have more time and the sweet words are replaced with filthy titles and the soldier joins you in the bedroom rather than your loving and chaste boyfriend.
“I’m not licking your foot.” You reiterate, “Pick somewhere else, for real?”
“Ah ah ah, Sunshine. When we started playing we agreed.” Bucky protests and you are tempted to steal that spoon away from Bucky and swat another spoonful of whip cream at him.
Instead, you pout; trying to wiggle your way. “Oh c’mon.”
Bucky knows you won’t do it, the pain in the ass that he is (and you adore).
“Then I win,” Bucky declares matter-of-factly, and really, has defeat ever been such a pleasure? You shrug your shoulders to acknowledge your defeat, flashing the man across from you a bashful smile. At least you don't have whipped cream sticky on your foot - you're the real winner in that case.
“That means you, sunshine, gotta get that sweet mouth of yours on my cock.”
“Yes, Bucky,” you agree with an airy giggle. “I know what going down on someone means.”
When you go down on Bucky, he’s kind enough to give you a pillow to kneel on between his thighs. It helps recompense for the iron-grip in your hair as he guides your head up and down the steady length of his cock.
You’ve long started to adapt to the girth by now. The first time you’d attempted to go down on Bucky, the thickness of his cock had overwhelmed you. You could only take so much before nearly sputtering - and vomiting during sex isn’t sexy. It left you to have to make up for what your mouth couldn’t reach with skilled hands pumping the base of his dick and playing with his balls.
Now you can take Bucky without gagging, and it’s worth it to watch his eyes roll into the back of his head when you suck his cock. You’re his pretty cock-sleeve and Bucky has no problem letting you know it:
“Yeah, that’s it… Such a slutty fuckin’ mouth, droolin’ all over me, baby.” His fingers fist your hair at the root, every pull a delicious sting as he guides your head up and down his cock. The corners of your lips stretching around the intrusion, eyes watering and everytime you moan at the way he fucks your mouth, it sends a vibration through Bucky’s cock that just has him reeling for more. “Oh, oh God… I’ve got the prettiest fuckin’ cocksucker - a work of art."
The words are filthy yet flattering; your chest fluttering while your hands brace on Bucky’s thighs. You keep your jaw slack, making the slide as easy for him as possible as the tip of his cock abuses the back of your throat. There's a certain fulfilment that comes with being used so filthily; Solely existing for Bucky's pleasure in that moment as he shifts from guiding you to thrusting.
Your nose buries in the neatly trimmed pubic hair, flush with his pubic bone every time he cants his hips up into your willing mouth. This is how all blowjobs tend to go. With you taking the lead before Bucky can't handle it anymore and pummels your poor mouth.
It leaves a delicious ache.
Drool slips down your chin, doe-eyes fixed on Bucky despite the bleary picture he makes with tears dripping down your cheeks. Your sounds are muffled yet still whorish; your skin prickled with heat and the knot in your stomach slowly building. You grind your hips into the air looking for something to hump. You whine when you find nothing; more drool pooling past your red mouth as Bucky tilts his head back into the cushions with a low moan.
"That's it, take it, take all of my cock, baby. Like you were fuckin' made for it, mm, my precious little fuckhole. God, I love you, love my messy whore."
Your head is swimming, all you can focus on is the feel of the cock thrusting in and out of your slack mouth while Bucky uses your hole to his delight. Even when your head feels light from the lack of air, you float happily and trust Bucky. Bucky always takes care of you.
He tugs your head up by your hair, pulling you off his cock, and only then are you able to swallow lungfuls of air; gasping with spit-slick lips and a gossamer connects you to the tip of Bucky’s flushed cock.
“Cock-drunk. Like I said.” Bucky playfully chides and you whimper pitifully in response. Bucky laughs condescendingly at how pathetic you are and your chest blossoms. His hand cups your face tenderly, vibranium fingers wrapped around his dick while he smears his cockhead against your cheek. You turn your head instinctively towards the cock, mouthing wet kisses up the length and Bucky barks out a laugh at how hungry you are.
“Fuck, when did you get so desperate? You’d think I never touch you.” He traces your lips with the flushed tip; your tongue darts out to lap up the pre-come.
“As if I don’t have you bent over the nearest surface every other day; Pumping you full of my seed and leaving you fuckdumb.” Bucky slaps the length against your cheek wetly. You tongue down his shaft, as much as Bucky’s clutch in your hair will allow, and mouth at his balls hungrily. Bucky groans low and primal in his throat.
“Dirty, dirty…” His hand comes to hold your jaw, tongue sliding past your loose and parting lips. Playing with your tongue, Bucky shakes your head like a dog and you mewl. Fingers curling into the flaps of his jeans from where you’d pulled them open. “Shh, you’re alright, honey. M’just playin’ is all, yeah, you’re so cute like this. So airheaded n’ dumb.”
You suckle on Bucky’s thumb, your reply coming in a pleased purr to have your mouth full again. It’s not his dick, but you’re more than happy to bob your head. Bucky bites his lips and grins wickedly.
“I love how stupid you get for me, baby. It’s absolutely adorable, knowin’ you’d let me do anythin’ I wanted to you,” Bucky coos all too lovingly for it to be merely lust and heat.
He slips his thumb from your lips and you chase the digit with a whimper; Mourning the loss. Bucky just grips your hair again and pulls you back to his balls.
“C’mon, sunshine, suck on my balls.” The weight in your mouth nearly has you salivating, sucking on Bucky’s balls and right where you’re meant to be; Worshipping this man.
His cock is heavy against your face as Bucky jerks off to the gorgeous and whorish sight you make for him. The bruent groans, stroking his cock as Bucky watches you intently mouth as his heavy sac; Saliva dripping all over his skin and making a mess. His cock jerks infront of you, pulsing and veins bulging.
“That’s it, good pet… So fuckin’ good, yeah, you’re so perfect — Fuck, what am I gonna do with you..?”
Bucky guides your mouth back to his cock. Up the length and taking the head between your lips before swallowing him down entirely. Back to the steady bob as you moan around the intrusion and Bucky groans roughly into the thick and heavy air.
“I wanna fuck your face, sunshine,” Bucky rasps out, and you stutter your ministrations for half a moment to peer up at him in the helpless daze that consumes you. “Yeah, you like that idea? Don’ gotta do nothin’, honey, just let me use that pretty fuckhole of yours.” The words purred out so sweetly, you profusely nod. Eager to be of use.
Pulling off his cock, you utter the word: “O-Okay…”
“Good fuckin’ pet…” Bucky’s fingers thread delicately through your hair until he’s tightening the grip. Sinking you down onto his length yet again and forcing you to take every inch he gives you. It doens’t stop there. Instead the soldier braces his feet on the carpet alongside where you’re sat between his open thighs. He pistons his hips up - hitting your gag reflex and causing you to sputter around his cock.
There is no mercy. Bucky fucks up into your face, setting a progressive pace to allow you to slowly adjust but not for long. It’s only a few moments later that he’s fucking up into you like his own personal hole. Piercing steely eyes burning through you as he watches you choke and sputter on his impressive girth. It’s a mess of spit and tears that stream down your cheeks from the brutality of the face-fucking.
Heavy balls slap against your jaw and Bucky moans. You tingle between your legs, wet from being able to be a tool for Bucky. An object of pleasure; Something about it has always turned you on in being able to please your partner. There’s no better pleasure than Bucky using you like the fuckhole you’re made to be, and he lets you know that.
“God, baby, you were made for this. Should just keep you for this one day; Make you my pretty little fuckdoll and the only thing you gotta worry about is fuckin’ yourself stupid on my cock. You make such a pretty sight, fuck, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you…” The litany is breathless as Bucky continues to thrust his dick in and out of your welcoming mouth.
You choke and sputter; Face hot and eyes burning with tears that drip off your chin in fat droplets. Cries die in your throat, high off the euphoria of the moment and burning on the adrenaline of being used as a fleshlight. Your lips ache; His pelvis smacks into you every time he ruts his hips up. Bucky slides down your throat easily. He’s right. You’re made for it.
You don’t know how long it goes on for. Instead you ogle in heaven, seeing and feeling nothing but Bucky. Even through the wet and slick squelches of your mouth being used, you couldn’t be happier. You roll your hips to find nothing - you suppose that’s the punishment of losing the game. Only one of you get off.
He fucks your face until you’re dizzy and can’t breathe. When you fear you might sputter for air is when Bucky unravels; Your throat flexing around his cock and fingers feeling every now and again in your throat for the tell-tale bulge.
It’s when Bucky’s hips stutter and the dirty talk bleeds more into primal noises rather than words. Grunts through his teeth, low growls while he abuses your throat up until the moment Bucky’s hips jerk harshly. The movements stutter, and Bucky punches out a harsh gasp. Then you feel it.
The hot pump of his come down your throat; Filling you up.
You threaten to choke and Bucky hushes you, rubbing sympathetically over your windpipe.
“Shh shh, that’s it, swallow every last drop, baby. Take it all…” He rolls his hips impossibly deeper into your sore jaw. You feel drunk and you weren’t even the one that got to ride out their orgasm. With a few last grunts and rolls of his hips, Bucky withdraws from your sensitive mouth. Half-soft cock falling and you greedily swallow for air.
Bucky pets you through it all - whispering out your praise. How good you did for him. How much he loves you.
You take a moment to recover, head pillowed on Bucky’s inner thigh as he pets your hair lovingly. You drool onto the denim of his jeans, and if Bucky minds, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he watches you with loving eyes and a soft hum; As if this wasn’t the same man who just deduced you to his filthy fuckhole. If you didn't know any better, sometimes you'd think the man who fucks you and the man who bought you a book you'd been dying trying to find for Valentine's day were two separate people.
Bucky does it because he knows you love it. You could tap out any time with the special little word you both selected months ago when your sex life began to spicen up past vanilla rocking. But you don’t. No, you take it all and then some because it feels good and sometimes you’re convinced it’s what you were made to do.
You take your time recouping. Bucky rubs through your hair lovingly and affectionately, soft hums to add noise to the space. You smile, delighted, as if you’re the one who’s won and come. Calloused fingers trace the shape of your smile and you nearly preen. Slotting open your droopy eyes, you find Bufcky still there. Still sweet.
“You did so good, honey. M’so proud of you.” He praises, knowing now that he has your attention. Your grin splits and give him a toothy smile. “My sweet sunshine,” Bucky’s voice is soft and inviting, a lopsided grin on his chiseled features. You feel like the only thing in the world for a moment.
Although you want to talk, words don’t come easily and instead, you drag Bucky down into a languid kiss. Bucky groans at the taste of himself on you, but other than that, he’s chaste and gentle. Knowing when to play rough and when not to. It’s heaven when his lips move against yours so tenderly. Your heart still flutters like a teenager in love.
The both of you remain that way for a few minutes. Slow kissing even if you imagine Bucky’s back burns from the lean and your neck is starting to ache from how you crane it. Still, there’s nowhere you’d rather be than with Bucky.
“How about we head on to our room, sunshine, and I’ll take care of the rest?” Bucky purrs against your throat when he trails kisses down. The brush of his beard tickles and the feeling of his warm breath on your skin makes you happy to be alive.
“Actually,” you say after a beat, swallowing hard and clearing your throat. You pull yourself together as much as you can before leaning back and away from Bucky.
He eyes you with a mild look of concern as you prop back against the coffee table, reaching for the untouched can that Bucky had brought in with his game proposal. You pop the red cap off and it scatters to the floor below, lost. Then, pulling yourself up to sit on the edge of the coffee table, you shake the can. You lift your hips, shimmying out of the underwear you’d been left in - both of you are half naked at this point and you’ve seen one another countless times, you have nothing to hide.
The pair pools around your ankles and you use your foot to toss them, discarded like everything else that’s met the floor this evening - save for you. Bare legs spread, an open invitation and show. Bucky’s eyes light up, and you adore how he seems to treat everytime like the first time again, too.
“I was thinking about a round two,” you purr with newfound confidence and second wind; Spraying a strip of whipped cream down from your navel and disappearing between your legs. “What do you say, Barnes?”
“Oh, you’re on.”
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I have too many thoughts in my head, so please help me. (i’ll probably write everything, but i need to decide what’s gonna be first)
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