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Puppeteer Heart | Bucky Barnes - Part One

Summary - You gave yourself one rule in college—don’t fall in love with a frat boy and well…

A/n - This is the first thing I’ve written in a while and actually finished it lmaoo if it’s shitty I’m sorry. This will always be part one out of at least four or five so bare with me!

Category - FratBoy!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings - canon banter between Sam and Bucky, shitty writing, fluff, sexual tension if you squint, Bucky doesn’t have his metal arm in this but does have the scarring, tony stark

Word Count - 1.8k

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A heavy pounding shot through your head as you began to wake from your sleep. A soft groan leaving your lips as the memories from last night slowly began to resurface. Your roommates, Wanda and Natasha, convinced you to come out to a frat party with them. The three of you had been in school for at least five months and you hadn’t gone out to any parties with them and they so desperately wanted you to come. Though that particular night didn’t take much convincing. Finals for that semester were done and over with so you decided going to a party would’ve been a nice celebration. And nice it was, but now you were truly regretting it as you woke up in tremendous pain.

“You know it’s usually me making those noises.” A raspy voice said from beside you.

Slowly, you peeked your eyes open and was met with your worst nightmare. The voice belonged to the one and only, James Bucky Barnes. Thee frat boy of your college campus. Every guy wanted to be him and every girl wanted to date him, yet here you were, lying in his bed. If this was any other time, you’d shoot out his bed and make a b-line for the door, but the killer headache wouldn’t allow you to even if you wanted, “God, my head.” You covered your eyes, ignoring his initial statement, “What the hell did you guys put in that punch.”

The bed shuffled from beside you then lifted, letting you know that he had removed himself from the bed. “That’s a secret we’ll never tell.” he spoke, snorting at his own joke. You heard a couple cabinets open and close as well as the faucet from his bathroom running before you felt the bed dip once more, “Here.”

You braced yourself as you sat up slowly, leaning back against the headboard, forcing your eyes open as you accepted the two tylenol pills and a glass of water from him, “Thanks.”

Bucky nodded as he watched you take both pills before smirking, “You’re oddly calm after waking up in a stranger's bed after getting wasted last night.”

Passing the glass back to him, he leaned over and put it on the nightstand as you rested your head against the wooden frame, “You’re hardly a stranger, Bucky. We’ve been going to school together since we were kids.”

He chuckled, “True, but we were never friends.”

“Well for one, you were an asshole and I’m not friends with assholes.”

“Nat is the biggest asshole and she’s your best friend.”

“Nat’s an asshole with a purpose, you were an asshole for no reason.”

He sat quietly for a moment, letting your words sink in before he nodded in agreement, “Okay, that’s fair. I’ve grown up though.”

You hummed, not really sure if you believe it but as he said, the two of you were never friends, still aren’t so you didn’t have a right to judge him anymore. For the first time that morning, you actually glanced down at yourself, thankful that you still had your own clothes on, “Did I do anything embarrassing last night?”

“Like take your top off and dance on top of our counters?” Bucky said as your eyes widened. You almost believed him before he let out a deep laugh, “I’m joking.”

“See! Asshole!” You smacked his arm, letting your heart pull itself out of your stomach.

“You drank a little too much, danced a little and then i found you asleep in one of our bathrooms so I brought you in here.” He stated with a shrug, “And no, we didn’t do anything. I would never.”

For some reason, him saying that made you sad. Not because you weren’t thankful that he or anyone else had taken advantage of you, but it made it seem like someone had once before accused him of it, “I wasn’t going to ask that, but thank you.”

Bucky nodded, clearing his throat as he stood up from the spot on his bed, “Nat’s been calling you all morning by the way.”

“What?!” You shot up, scanning the room for your phone, spotting it on the nightstand and dove for it. You had 5 missed calls from Wanda and over 10 from Natasha, along with a few voicemails, “Shit.” Clicking on the most recent one, letting it play on speaker.

I swear to fucking god, Y/N, you better be dead. IT’S TEN A.M. ANSWER YOUR GODDAMN PHONE!

“I have to go!” You shot up out of bed, deeply regretting it as another ache shot through your head.

Bucky smirked, “What is she, your mom?”

“She might as well be.” You mumbled as you went around Bucky’s room, gathering your shoes, jacket and purse. You stopped in your tracks as you came face to face with Bucky, well actually face to chest. He was in the middle of changing his shirt when you saw it. The deep scarring that was an angry red around his left shoulder that looked like it wrapped around to his back. He had a bad motorcycle accident in highschool that almost cost him his life and arm that left him with nothing but a whole lot of trauma. He had disappeared from highschool for the last year and had only seen him again during your college orientation.

But his scarring didn’t take away from the fact that the man was built like a greek god. He was a 3-Sport athlete and had the body to prove it. The six pack was surrounded by large pecs and built biceps all complimented by his tanned skin. There was no denying that Bucky Barnes was sex on legs.

“Like what you see?” He smirked, slowly approaching you.

And just as quickly as the lust came in, it went out the window, “As if.”

He chuckled, finally pulling the new shirt over him, “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

You nodded, slipping on your shoes then jacket and followed him out of the room. Your stomach started turning at the thought of anyone seeing you leave a guys room. Especially Bucky’s room. You’d never hear the end of it from anyone ever again, “Is there anyone down here?”

Bucky shrugged as he led you down the stairs, “I don’t think so.”

Just when the two of you reached the bottom of the steps and turned the corner, there stood the entirety of Bucky’s frat brothers, Steve, Sam, Tony and Thor, at the front door moving trash out of the house. The four other largely built men stopped in their tracks and turned towards you.

“Mornin’ Buck–and Y/n?” Steve said questionably.

You internally groaned. You weren’t planning on telling Nat’s whose bed you actually spent the night in, but now that her boyfriend knows, he’d definitely tell her by the time you’d get back to your door, “Hey Steve.”

“Um, Nat and Wanda have been looking for you. Didn’t know you were here though.”

“Yeah and with Bucky of all people.” Sam jumped in.

“What? Mad she didn’t sleep in your bed?” Bucky shot back at Sam before placing his hand on your lower back and ushering you past the men and towards the door. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I can walk.” You stated, rather offendly at his previous, “What you said to Sam wasn’t necessary and it was rude.”

“I didn’t mean it that way!” He called out as you continued to walk without even giving him another glance, “Fuck.”

He glared at Sam as he re-entered the home, who was wearing a smug look on his face as he clearly heard what happened, “Awe, did poor Buck-a-roo get rejected?”

“Shut up, she didn’t reject me. I don’t get rejected.” Bucky rolled his eyes, making his way into the kitchen where the other guys stood.

Tony hummed with a mischievous look in his eyes, “Oh, really?

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“Bucky fucking Barnes?! What happened to your no frat boys rule?!” Nat yelled as she followed you around through your campus apartment.

“Jesus Nat, I didn’t actually sleep with him! He found me asleep in their bathrooms and moved me to his bed, that’s it!” You loved Nat, you truly did. You were thankful that you even had a friend in your life that cared as much about you as she did, but god did she take the mom role in the friend group too seriously sometimes, “I am fine Nat. Nothing happened.”

“I know, I know. I just feel bad. You didn’t come home last night and I didn’t look good enough for you and then when I woke up this morning, you still weren’t here.” She sighed, “That asshole could’ve at least told someone.

“You were probably just as drunk as I was, it’s fine.” You smiled softly at her, “Now bring it in.”

Her mood immediately changed, “No, uh-uh.”

“Yes! It’s not fair that only Steve gets your love!”

She smirked, “Well Steve is the only one giving me five-star d–”

Shaking your head, you put down your arms in defeat, “Please do not ruin my image of innocent Steve Rogers.” Nat laughed with a shrug as she finally left you alone to shower. A nice long shower that ridded the rest of your headache and scrubbed whatever leftover sins that had transferred to you from laying in Bucky’s bed.

Your mind drifted back to this morning. The way that Bucky spoke softly with you and joked with you in a way that you had never experienced before with any man. You were especially shocked that such softness would come from the Frat boy that was known to mess around with girls and never look back at them again. What made you different? What made you stand out? Or did you just let the stereotypes of frats cloud your judgment on the type of guy he was. Steve Rogers was one of the nicest guys you had ever met. He’s in a frat and has been friends with Bucky since forever. What if he wasn’t the big asshole you thought he was?

Pushing the thoughts away, you finished your shower and got out. Planning on what to wear today and what last minute plans you could come up with to spend time with your roommates before everyone went home for break.

“Hey Nat, where’s Wanda?” You called out, picking up your phone as you noticed a message from an unknown number.

“She went to brunch with Vision after she found out you were with Bucky.”

“Figures.” You mumbled to yourself with a smile. Wanda and Vision had been attached at the hip since they met during freshman year of college. They were cute and in love. Tapping around on your screen, you open the message thread with the unknown number.

212-555-xxxx

Since I lent you my bed last night, I think it’s only fair you thank me with lunch. Meet me in the cafe at 1?

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. Lunch wouldn’t hurt…right?

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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A/N: Do I have issues? Yes. Is one of those issues being shadowbanned? NOT ANYMORE, BABYYYY! I’m going to celebrate with some solid Bucky-stuff. Enjoy! Prompt: “Well, that was plan A and B. Now what?” “Have I told you about plan Z, yet?”

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Pairing: College!AU Bucky Barnes x female reader

Contains: language, Steve, Sam and Bucky being absolute NERDS, fluff, smut (MDNI), fingering, praise-kink, p in v, oral (f receiving), cream-pie, unprotected sex, dirty talk, Bucky being a vocal fucker, overstimulation, biting, mentions of drinking, Bucky being HOT

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“Okay, but I’m just saying, hypothetically, would you murder someone for me?” You asked Steve with feigned seriousness. “What the hell kind of question is that?” “A very important one to our friendship, Steve.” “Okay, yes, I guess I would.” “Okay, again, hypothetically, could that someone be James?” He frowned and put his controller down. “Dude…” “I’m just saying, I gotta know where on the friendship-scale I am!” You held your hands up in defeat. “Actually, that’s a good question, that I would also like the answer to.” Bucky interjected, looking up from his phone. “I need to know if I have to sleep with one eye open.” Steve rolled his eyes. “You two are damn idiots.” “You love us.” You said with a grin. “Jamie, are you ever going to get off tinder?” “Nah, I haven’t reached the final boss.” “Pfht. Nerd.” “He’s not a nerd, he’s a whore.” Sam retorted without looking up from his book.

How you ended up in the same room as certified nerd, Steve Rogers, actual BirdwatcherTM Sam Wilson and notorious playboy James “Bucky” Barnes was beyond you. You knew Sam from years back, and when he introduced them to you, you were sure you’d just straight up hate each other. But no. They had accepted you so quickly, most people found it weird – not many people were granted the VIP access to the Sam/Bucky/Steve-experience, and you had heard several chatters around campus that you were sleeping your way through them. You scoffed at that. You knew you were fully in when you beat Steve massively in Call of Duty, although he vehemently denies it. Sam won’t let him live it down.

If you even thought about sleeping with Steve, bile rose in your throat. It would be just as weird as doing the devil’s tango with Sam – Bucky, though, was an entirely different story. Not that it mattered, because he was not interested in you, and you weren’t really one who had a lot of friends, so you refused to let your minor crush get in the way. Even though Bucky often reminded you of a shaggy rescue-dog from the pound. It might hurt just a little that he was on Tinder and doing his best to date literally anyone but you, but you tried not to let it get to you too much.

“Oh, shit. Can you guys go to the kitchen and grab me some of those cookies?” Steve asked through gritted teeth, tilting his controller and his eyes narrowed at the screen. You glanced at Bucky, who just shrugged. “Why would we need to be two to get you cookies?” Steve glanced at Sam, who was staring at Steve with an unreadable expression. “Oh, uh… Because I also would like a Gatorade.” Sam said. “You could just get off your lazy ass and get one.” You replied but stood anyway and gestured for Bucky to stay in the bed. “I got it, it’s fine.” “You sure? I’ll be more than happy to carry something, doll.” You smiled at him and winked. “I’m a big girl, I have two hands. I got it.” You missed the boys exchange a look – Bucky wasn’t aware either, because his eyes were trained on your ass when you left the room. You did however hear Steve grumble something suspiciously like idiots in love when you left the room, and something like a hard-back book hitting a face, followed by a disgruntled fuck you, punk. Life with the boys.

Two days later, you were sitting under a tree in the campus-garden, your head on Bucky’s legs and his fingers carding through your hair with his flesh hand, while his metal one kept a tight hold on the book, he was reading. You never asked about it, and he didn’t tell you – not that it mattered much to you, because Bucky was Bucky, and the metallic sheen that always followed him was a part of that. The sun was warming your body and when you looked at Bucky, you saw light freckles spread over his nose. It was cute. “Steve asked me something weird the other day.” He mumbled. You looked up at him. “You too?” Bucky frowned. “Wait, he was weird with you too?” You nodded and his fingers stilled in your hair. “Yup. I’m serious. I don’t know why he’s so invested in my love-life.” You replied. “God, right!? He’s been all up in my business lately, Buck, did you delete tinder? Bucky, have you considered that maybe what you’re looking for is right in front of you?” He imitated Steve’s voice. “He’s acting like I’m dying in a week.” “How weird. He asked me if I had ever considered dating someone from our friend group.” You felt the heat on your cheeks. “And I told him we’re like four people, Steve, and I’m one of them.” You both sat quietly for a moment. “Do you think Steve is trying to set me up with one of you?” You mused. Bucky shrugged. “I don’t know, honestly. Steve’s weird. That’s why he’s an art major.” You laughed and closed your eyes, when Bucky’s fingers began moving through your hair again. “He is weird, isn’t he?” “Just like you.” You scoffed. “I’m not weird.” He chuckled. “Liar. We literally had an hour-long conversation about if I would still love you if you were a sour gummy worm.” You nodded. “It was very important to know!” You laughed. “And if I recall, you were the one who told me I’d look great as a blue and pink gummy worm, and that you didn’t like sour gummy worms, so you were sure you wouldn’t eat me, but just keep me in your pocket at all times.” “And I stand by that.” He grinned at you. “Steve even agreed that you’d be a cute gummy worm.” “Steve is wise like that.” “Also, he’s very in love with Sam.” Bucky stated. “Oh, I’ve never seen anything like it.” You laughed. “He’s simping so hard, it actually hurts to look at.” “They’ll figure it out in their own time. Sometimes it takes a while to see that friendship isn’t all you want, you know?” You did. “Yeah.” It was quiet for a moment, before Bucky’s phone rang. “Yo, Steve, what’s up?” You could hear the muffled sound of Steve talking, and Bucky frowned and looked down at you. “Wait, seriously?” You frowned too and sat up. “No, I mean, sure, she can… I just… They literally just did that, right? Isn’t it weird that’s it’s already…” He sighed. “Yeah, sure. I’ll let her know.” He hung up and looked at you. “It looks like you have to stay at our place for a while.” “Wait, what?” you pouted. “It smells like ass in your place, no offense.” “Offense very much taken, I try to keep a clean house, I’ll have you know.” He sighed and tightened his bun, blowing a few strands of long hair out of his face. “Anyway, your roommate talked to Steve, for some reason, and your place is getting fumigated.” “Again?” You groaned. “I can’t deal. Literally. Bugs. Again?” He shrugged. “Steve said you’re welcome to stay at our place.” “Thanks. I’ll just call him, hang on.” You pulled your own phone out and saw a few messages from your roommate, telling you to stay very far away from the dorm, because it was nasty as hell and smelled like death. Great. You called Steve. “Hi, Y/N.” “Hey, uh… Thanks for letting me stay while my place gets fixed up.” “Yeah, no issue. I mean, we don’t have a spare room, so you probably have to bunk with Bucky.” You frowned and felt heat rise on your cheeks and neck. “Uh… You have a couch, Steve. I’m not stealing Bucky’s bed.” “Oh. I just thought that maybe…” He trailed off and you heard whispers in the background. “Yeah, cool. Uhm, I think you still have a few t-shirts here from last time, so… You guys just head on back when you’re ready.” You smiled. “Sure. Thanks, Steve. I’ll cook tonight as a thank you.” You hung up and immediately clutched your phone to your chest, when Bucky shouted happily. “YES!” You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “What? I can’t eat Sam’s shitty Mac’N’Cheese again.” You laughed.

At the boys’ place, Steve and Sam was leaning over the rackety table in the kitchen, heads close together. “Are you even sure, that they’re into each other?” Sam asked carefully. “Yes! I’ve heard both Bucky and Y/N be like oh, but we’re just friends so nothing can happen. I’m telling you, they’re idiots in love.” Sam sighed. “Well, that was plan A and B. Now what?” Steve grinned wickedly. “Have I told you about plan Z yet?”

You happily cleaned the dishes from dinner, humming a song under your breath, while the boys were discussing softly in the background (“No, I’m not saying that Garfield two should have won an Oscar, I’m just saying…”) and you glanced back at them, catching Bucky’s eyes. He smiled softly and looked away; his cheeks tinted pink. “Okay, boys, while I love your discourse on movies that deserve an Oscar, but was rudely stripped, like Barbie and the Nutcracker, I need the couch. I’m dead-tired.” Sam nodded and stood, while Steve gasped. “BARBIE AND THE NUTCRACKER!? Take that back, we all know it should’ve been Barbie of Swan Lake, you heathen!” Bucky shook his head at Steve. “Come on, if we’re talking Barbie movies, you all know that Barbie as the princess and the pauper is superior. I will die on this hill.” You all groaned. “I’m not entertaining this discussion. Y/N, can I borrow you for a little bit before we go to bed? I just need your help.” Sam said, shooting Steve a very pointed glance. “Uh, sure…?” You followed Sam to Bucky’s room, where you shifted your weight a little from foot to foot, a little weird about being in here without Bucky. “Sam, what are we…?” “Oh, don’t worry, he just keeps the extra blankets and shit in here. It’s under the bed, can you get it? I’ll find the extra sheets, those are in Steve’s room.” You nodded, albeit a little confused. “Dude, your division of stuff is strange.” “It’s not my fault, I said we should’ve used the closet in the hallway, but those two assholes insisted on keeping their old roleplay-stuff in there. I have way too many hobbit-capes and swords in my closet for my liking.” He grinned. “Be right back.”

You got to your knees and started looking for the extra blankets but couldn’t find any. “Not that I’m complaining about the view, but uh, Whatcha doing in here, doll?” You yelped and jumped a little, knocking your head against the bedframe. “Shit, ouch!” You rubbed the spot, and Bucky hurried to your side. “Fuck, sorry, baby, I thought you heard me come in!” He gently helped you to your feet. “It’s fine, I… Sam said the extra blankets were in here.” Bucky frowned, his hands still on your arms. It made you feel warm. “Uh, no? The blankets are in the box in the living room, what the…” You both turned to the door, where Sam and Steve stood with wide grins on their faces. “Sorry, kiddos, but you two need to talk!” Steve said, laughing a little, before they shut the door and a suspicious scraping sounded from the other side. Bucky rushed to the door, but it was jammed from the outside and you both groaned. “Guys, seriously?” “We’re watching a movie downstairs, and we can’t hear anything! Call us if you need the bathroom or something like that!” Sam’s voice was muffled by the door. “You’re assholes!” You yelled back at them but didn’t get a reply. Bucky sighed and sat down on his bed, patting the spot between his legs. You obliged easily, sliding onto the bed and between his legs, leaning your back against his chest. “Do you know what they meant?” You asked after a few moments. “No, but I rarely understand what the hell Steve and Sam are scheming about. Do you remember last year, where they tried to be all sneaky and weird, and we didn’t understand that they were trying to make sure we both were here for the birthday party?” You laughed. “Yeah, they are pretty shit at doing whatever they’re trying to do.” Bucky wrapped his arms around you. “What do you think they meant by need to talk? We talk all the time.” You asked, but your phone buzzed before Bucky had a chance to answer. “Oh, it’s from Steve.” You read it out loud.

Golden retriever: topics for conversation: gaming. Y/N gaming in buckys red henley. buckys lack of tinder. Why there’s a lack of Tinder. If you are in love. Who you are in love with. Kinks. You sighed as another message ticked in, this time from Sam. Bird-lover: PS: We’ll turn the tv up a LOT so don’t worry we won’t hear anything. Promise. Bucky huffed. “They’ve got some nerve.” You flipped through an appropriate meme to respond with. Female God:

Bird-lover: Love you too Y/N. One day, youll thank me.

You sighed and threw your phone at the end of the bed, before sitting up and turning to face Bucky with a feigned serious expression. “Jamie. This is very important.” He cleared his throat and his face fell into the same, feigned seriousness as yours had. “Yes, Y/N?” “What are your kinks? And if it has anything to do with bodily fluids, I’ll jump out of the window.” He laughed. “Uh, I mean, I like…” He blushed. “No, fuck you, I can’t. I need beer for that conversation, Y/N.” He jumped off the bed and quickly grabbed two beers from the mini fridge, twisting the caps off; you swallowed thickly at the sight of his arm tensing. He handed you one and sat back down. “I think we should start with something easier.” He said quickly. “Oh?” “Yeah.” You took a sip. “Like… We could talk about you in my red Henley.” “I wore it once, there isn’t much to talk about, Jamie.” “Once was more than enough. It’s yours, now. You need to stop calling me that, by the way.” He said with a smirk. “Why?” You asked, slightly confused. You’d always called him Jamie. He shrugged. “It makes me feel all… gahj.” “Gahj?” “Yup.” You laughed. “Dully noted.” He took a sip from his beer, before his blue eyes found yours. “I’m not going to stop, though, I’ll just be more aware of your face, Jamie.” And sure enough, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he flushed. “You’re an ass.” “You love me.” “Yes, you are my little gummy worm.” You both laughed at that, and conversation flowed easily from there.

When you had emptied the fridge for beers, and even dipped into some weirdly thick vanilla-liquor Bucky had standing in a shelf, the conversation turned. You were feeling warm and tingly, when you laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Seriously, you never answered my question.” He laid down next to you. “Which one? I refuse to answer the question of whether Steve is a top or a bottom, I’m not scarring myself with those mental images.” You chuckled. “No, about your kinks. You blushed, and now I’m curious. And a little drunk.” He chuckled. “Man, that’s… You really want that conversation?” You nodded and turned on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him. “Seriously! I want to know what makes you tick. Or tack. I don’t know what way you swing.” “I swing the personality-way.” You frowned. “Wait, are you pan?” You asked with a surprised smile. “Yup. I mean, my sexuality is like a faulty revolving door. I go all the ways.” You roared with laughter. “Jesus, alright, good for you.” He grinned. “I thought you knew, actually.” “No, but I’m not surprised.” You answered with a shrug. He cocked an eyebrow at you. “What? Really? Most people see me as straight as an arrow.” You laughed at that – Bucky was many things, but straight wasn’t one of them. “There’s no way in hell I’d ever call you straight. Dude, you know the entire soundtrack of Hedwig and the Angry Inch, I would be surprised if you were straight.” “Okay, everybody should know the entire soundtrack of that one!” He said with a huff, but then a soft smile fell on his lips. “Seriously, you’re not like… Weirded out by it?” “James. No, why would I be? Sexuality isn’t a one size fits all.” You smiled at him. “I like you for you.” You smiled at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “I also know you’re trying to deter the conversation, and I’m not having it.” He groaned and turned himself, so you were face to face. “Okay, fine. But it’s something for something, just as an FYI. If I have to tell, you do to.” You nodded. “Fair enough. You tell me one, I’ll tell you one.” “Cool. Do I have to start, though?” You rolled your eyes. “No, I can start, you wimp.” You drew a deep breath. “Okay, I like… praise.” He frowned. “Like… Good girl?” You bit your lip and tried your best to ignore the little, horny goblin somewhere in the back of your brain, that began dancing the macarena as soon as Bucky said those two words. “Yup. Among others.” “Like what?” You lifted an eyebrow at him. “Nope, that’s not fair. You need to tell me something now.” He sighed. “Fine. Okay, judgement-free zone, right?” You nodded. “So… I, uh… I like breath-play.” Your clit throbbed. Shit. This might’ve been a bad idea. “Like… Receiving or giving?” He gave you a devilish smirk. “Oh, giving, 100 precent.” “Oh.” “Your turn.” “No judgment?” He shook his head. “I like the whole… Like, primal thing? You know, biting, marking?” He smirked. And that’s how the conversation went, until you were nearing dangerous territory – you were wet just from talking about it with Bucky, and you had somehow drifted closer to each other, and the kinks had shifted to general (Bucky was apparently a pleasure-dom, which both didn’t surprise and surprise you) to something that was very specific. Like Bucky had a kink for your hair color. “Okay, I like long hair on men. I don’t know if it’s a kink, really, but it really gets me going, you know?” You whispered and couldn’t hold back your hand, when it went to tug on his bun. He groaned a little and it shot heat straight to your core. “Uhm… I, uh… I have a very specific kink.” He whispered. “Mhm?” He drew a deep breath. “You.” You stopped breathing. What? “I’m sorry?” “Yeah. I have a Y/N-kink. Why do you think I haven’t been on Tinder?” “I thought… I don’t know.” “Is it okay? That I have a Y/N-kink?” he asked softly, his hand slowly sliding up to cup your face. “If it’s okay that I have a Bucky-kink.” You answered just as softly.

His lips touched yours hesitantly, slowly, and almost as if he was scared; you sighed into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of his lips on yours, and he smiled into the kiss, pressing his lips a little harder against yours. You lost control. You mewled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss – Bucky understood you better than you had imagined, and his tongue slid over your lip while he shifted to be on top of you, your legs wrapping around his hips. You kissed as if it was what you needed to breathe. His lips were soft, but slightly chapped, and he kissed you like his life depended on it; it was eager and curious, and you could practically feel the restrain in him. You pulled away for a brief second to find his eyes, your fingers twirling strands of his hair. “I’m not going to break, James.” He growled and kissed you ferociously, teeth dragging against your lips. “Say it again. My name.” “James.” You whined breathlessly, as his hand traveled between the two of you, unbuttoning your pants. “Mhmm… Again.” He whispered and you moaned his name again, arching your back, as his fingers slid against your soaked panties. “Shit, baby, all that just for me, huh?” you preened and moaned something akin to yes fucking yes, it is. He chuckled darkly, moving your panties a little to the side, but stopping before he actually touched you. “Shit, hold on, can you just… Get these off, please.” He mumbled, placing wet kisses on your neck. “Yeah, get off, then. And get naked yourself.” You mumbled back. You had never seen anyone move as fast as he did, and he was standing at the same time as he took his shirt off. You were breathless at the sight of his chiseled body, and you saw the blush on his face. “I, uh… Just… the scars are really bad, you know? Just don’t…” He said, his sleeve still resting against his shoulder of his metal arm. “James. It’s you, there’s nothing bad about you.” You said breathlessly, inching your pants down. His eyes darkened when he saw your soaked panties, and apparently thought screw it, because his shirt flew off, revealing his scars and the full arm. You could understand why he thought they were bad, but mostly, you found them intriguing. Angry, red and pink lines ran all the way around his shoulder, where the metal met the skin, and it reminded you of lightning; it was rough, but there was a beauty in it. You sat up and removed your shirt, leaving you in only your panties. “Come over here.” He obeyed quickly, crawling over you again, pressing his lips to your exposed skin. “Fucking hell, doll, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He mumbled against your heated skin, letting his fingers find their way back to your soaked core. This time, he didn’t let the panties get in his way, and simply slid under them, a finger rubbing small circles on your clit. “F-fuck, James…” You moaned, your toes curling. “So good for me, doll… Can you take my fingers?” You nodded furiously, desperate to feel him. He chuckled and kissed and licked the side of your neck, drawing small moans and whimpers from you. “Good girl…” He sucked in a sharp breath as he let two fingers enter you. “Fuck, you feel good around my fingers, baby…” You were practically delirious at this point. He curled his fingers up and began moving, drawing deep sighs and moans from your lips. It felt incredible; his metal hand cool on your exposed skin, while his flesh fingers moved languidly in and out of you. “You’re squeezing me already, doll… You want to cum for me?” He whispered, his lips grazing your collarbone. “Buck…” You moaned his name and rolled your hips to meet his fingers. He chuckled and with his metal hand, he held your face, moving you to face him. “Eyes on me, doll.” Your eyes snapped open, and your pussy fluttered around his fingers. He smirked and began kissing down your breasts and stomach, leaving wet trails on your skin. “You’re going to watch, doll.” You nodded and when his face settled between your legs, he winked at you once, before his mouth descended on you, his tongue flattening against your clit, while his fingers picked up pace. You gasped loudly and your toes curled. Bucky ate you out like a man starved; the sounds were fucking sinful, and the fact that his eyes were on you all the time made you want to die. It was too much, too good, and when his fingers hit the right spot in you, you screamed his name and your hand flew to his hair, holding his head in place as you grinded up against his face. “Good girl… Holy shit, you want to cum, doll? Want to cum for me?” He whispered in between his licks. “Yes, Bucky… Pl-please, please, I want to…” You mumbled, heat licking your veins. It felt like thunder was rumbling through your entire body, your legs shaking and your head a muddled mess from his tongue and fingers, and when he sped up, you lost it completely. You came with a whimper, wetness gushing out from you as he lapped up everything you gave him – you arched up, as pleasure coursed through you, fire licking your insides as you came, and Bucky didn’t let up, until you had to physically pull him away from you. He grinned mischievously and wiped his face, before he climbed on top of you and kissed you deeply. You tasted yourself on his tongue, and it made you wetter than before – you were rolling your hips up to meet him, and he growled, when your inner thigh came into contact with his hard cock. “Baby…” He kissed you again. “Baby, stop, hang on…” You were delirious. “What, James?” You asked breathlessly and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him again. “Condom.” He mumbled against your lips. “I don’t…” He groaned when you tugged on his lip with your teeth. “It’s fine. I’m protected.” You whispered, peppering kisses around his mouth. “I, uh… oh, don’t…” You rolled your hips against him. “Are you sure?” He pulled back slightly and looked you in the eyes. “Yeah, I just want you.” He growled. “Okay, just… Fuck…” He kissed you deeply, his metal hand cupping your face as he lined himself up. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, Y/N…” He mumbled and slid inside you. Both of you moaned. “Shit, you feel so fucking good around me…” He grunted as he bottomed out, and his name was like a chant on your lips. He stilled, when he was fully seated in you and exhaled a shaky breath, letting you adjust to him. He was big. He twitched in you, and your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling – his head was nudging your cervix and the stretch was unimaginable. You had never in your life felt so damn full, and you were well aware that he would ruin you for any other person. “Please, move.” You whispered, rolling your hips experimentally when the slight burn had stopped. He kissed you deeply, his tongue swiping over yours as he pulled out and slammed back in. “Oh, my God…” You moaned and let yourself be taken completely by him. He rutted into you, burying his thick cock in you over and over, dragging against your walls, and you were shaking at the feeling of him. “Baby, you’re taking me so fucking well… Fuck, it feels so good…” He mumbled, speeding up slightly. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you, baby?” He sped up again, and you felt yourself pulse around him. “Are you going to cum for me again, baby? Want to make a mess out of me, huh?” His Brooklyn accent became thicker, and you nearly lost your damn head at it. “Cum for me, doll, atta girl…” You yelled his name and your nails dug into his shoulders as you came around him, your pussy holding him in a vice-grip. He grunted as you gushed over him, chuckling happily. “Oh, such a fucking good girl, look at you…” He moaned as you clenched around him again. “Fuck, turn around.” He pulled out of you slowly, helping you turn to your stomach – you began propping yourself up on unsteady hands and knees, but he kissed your shoulder and pressed you down on your stomach. “No, baby, just lay here…” Oh. He slid inside of you again and you mewled when he bottomed out; the new position was deeper and harder than before, and you felt him twitch inside of you again. “You should see how you’re just swallowin’ me up, baby girl…” He moaned your name. “Can I be rougher with you, doll?” You nodded and moaned. He kissed your shoulder and began fucking you again, driving his cock deeply inside of you. “Good, ‘cause I want to fucking mark you…” You whimpered and clenched around him at that. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Bein’ marked up by me, letting everyone see who you belong to, huh?” “Y-yes, Buck…” “Say my name.” He whispered, his teeth grazing your shoulder. “James!” You shrieked when he angled his hips and drove himself as deeply as he could, picking up the pace. “That’s my girl.” You could feel his smile on your skin, before his lips found your neck and bit down, while he fucked you furiously, clearly aiming to fucking kill you. You screamed and clamped down on him, your third orgasm rolling over you as a tidal wave, your entire body tensing as you came; it was too much, and you felt the wetness pool under you. “Oh, there she is… Shit, doll, fuck…” you barely heard his words at this point, bliss running rampant through your body. He gasped and moaned, placing both hands on your lower back and propped himself up, holding you with bruising force as he fucked you roughly, skin slapping against skin in a symphony with your collective moans. “Come on, baby, you have one more in you…” “I c-can’t, please…” “You can, baby, I got you…” He slowly slid to the side, bringing you with him, and spooned you, still rutting into you – his hand slid between your legs and found your throbbing clit. You gasped and your entire body twitched, while he chuckled and sped up, his rhythm faltering slightly. “There you go, baby…” He mumbled, leaving love-bites on your skin. You were overheating at this point, your entire body shaking. “Fuck, I’m gonna… Oh, fuck!” A broken scream ripped through your throat as you came hard, soaking his cock and the sheets underneath you. He roared and came a second after you, his hands holding you tightly to his body. You almost came again from the feeling of his hot cum filling you. “You’re awfully squirmy for someone, who just came, doll…” He whispered in your ear, his lips kissing the shell of your ear. Your eyes flew open, when he began rubbing small circles on your clit, still fucking into you lazily. “No, I can’t, Jamie…” You moaned, and somewhere deep inside your brain, you knew he wasn’t going to stop unless you came again. And maybe a time again after that. “You’re going to cum for me, baby? Want me to be in you, keeping all my cum in you while you cum?” He mumbled, rubbing your clit faster. You mewled and your pussy fluttered around his still-hard cock, so close it hurt. “There you go, baby…” He bit down on the juncture between your shoulder and neck at the same time as he pressed against your clit and snapped his hips into you.

You came hard, clamping down on him and let the pleasure run over your body let rays of sun warming your skin. It was incredible.

What felt like hours later, he pulled out of you, kissing your skin as much as he could, before he went to his closet and found a small towel to clean you with. You laid back and let him, watching him through hooded eyes. His hair had come out of the bun and framed his beautiful face, a small smile lingering on his lips. He threw the towel to the ground, and climbed back into bed with you, letting you settle with your head on his chest, his arms clutching you tightly. “So…” You said in a hoarse voice. “That was…” “Yeah.” He kissed you softly on your forehead. “I, uh… You might have a few bruises here and there.” He chuckled. “Oh, you think I mind?” You laughed. “I don’t mind at all. Unless you mind…?” You asked slowly, biting your lip. “What? No, not at all!” He lifted your head with two fingers under your chin to make you look at him. “Seriously, I meant it when I said I’ve been waiting for a while to do this.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “Steve and Sam have been bugging me about it for months, but I never really worked up the nerve to say anything.” You grinned. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I’ve been the same way. Steve has been a right dick trying to get me to talk to you about it.” You frowned. “Oh my god… They’ve been trying to set us up.” Bucky gasped. “Holy shit, that’s why he wanted us both to go to the kitchen the other day!” “And I’m sure that if I texted my roommate to tell her I was coming over to get clothes, she’d refuse me entrance. I think they’ve been conspiring for a while.” You laughed. “God, we’re actual idiots.” “Yeah. Hey, so… You know how Steve gave us conversation topics?” You nodded. “Well… Uhm, to take one of them… I am in love.” He whispered. “Oh, really?” You grinned, drawing lazy circles on his chest with your finger. “Mhm. Actually have been for a while. Remember the other day, where you asked if I was on Tinder?” You nodded. “I wasn’t. I haven’t dated for… Maybe six months, now? I don’t know. I, uh… Well, you came along and somewhere along the line, I kind of fell in love with you.” “Kind of?” You asked with a smirk. He rolled his eyes. “I fell in love with you, you pedantic whore.” He laughed. “I think it happened when you tried to help Steve move that awful couch into the living room. You scrunched your nose up. “Yeah, that pink travesty was really something.” He nodded. “I just remember looking at you and you looked at me with this like… Almost secretive smile, as if I knew exactly what you were thinking, even though I’ve never been able to keep up with you, really.” He kissed your forehead again. “And something just clicked for me. I can’t really say what. It just did. Maybe I always had a thing for you, but it was just in that moment, it really… Solidified.” “I know when I fell in love with you. I mean, I didn’t fall as much as willing walked right into it, but I remember when.” “You’re in love with me?” He asked with a boyish grin on his lips. “Yes, you idiot.” You stretched and kissed him softly. “I was a complete sucker for you from the beginning. I just… Fell in love in the same moment, as you lend me your hoodie, the one no one wears, at the bonfire. You just shrugged and put some of my hair behind my ear after I put it on and told me it never looked better.” “Oh, yeah, I remember that night. Honestly, I haven’t worn it since. It’s yours now.” You smiled. “Good.” “You’re mine too, you know, right?” He asked. You laughed. “I know.” A moment of silence fell between you and you couldn’t help yourself from letting your hand travel down to his cock. It seemed unfair that he had a chance to taste you, feel you, but you didn’t have a chance to do the same to him. He hissed when you made contact with it and wrapped your hand around it, slowly stroking it. “Fuck…” he moaned. “As much as I like feeling myself get hard in your hand, we should, oh…” You grinned at him. “Fuck, you’re good with your hands…” He placed a hand over yours and forced you to stop moving. “Baby, we should get some water. And food. Definitely food.” You sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only if food entails Chinese, or I’m breaking up with you.” He laughed. “We haven’t even said that we’re dating yet, and you’re already trying to break up with me?” You both got out of the bed and began getting dressed. “Well… Are we?” You asked. He walked to you, wrapping his arms around you and leaned his forehead against yours. “Baby, do you want to be my girl?” You kissed him deeply, your heart fluttering at the feeling of his lips against yours. You could do this forever, if you got the chance.

“If you get me Chinese.” He roared with laughter. “Deal. I’ll just… We need the boys to open the door.” You pulled your phone from the bed, and typed a message in the group-chat. ASSHOLE PATROL

The female god: You can open the door, we talked Metal detector: Actually, we talked with our bodies Bird-lover: gross Golden retriever: ew but ill unlock the door but only because Y/N asked Bird-lover: literally cant be assed with bucko The female god: fair and valid point I am the best and we all know it Metal detector: you guys are assholes and im hungry

The door opened a few seconds later to a smiling Steve, who cocked an eyebrow. “It smells like love and vanilla liquor in here.” “You smell like not telling your crush you’re in love with him.” Bucky deadpanned, grabbing your hand and led you to the kitchen, handing you a flyer from the Chinese place closest to their house. Steve came down the stairs with wide eyes, and you grinned deviously at him. “Steve, either you tell him…” You exchanged a look with Bucky, who grinned widely. “Or payback is a bitch.” He finished.

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peachyposy · 2 years

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fratboy!bucky blurb

a/n: i dont know what this is… i just like frat boy bucky, but idk this just kinda got me annoyed at him. anywho, here’s a short lil thang with absolutely nO payoff. this is just an intro to the universe so feel free to ask me things about you and bucky and i’ll write, honey!

warnings: alcohol mention, complaining about white people, slightly sexual? (slight booty grab (not of reader)), reader is completely sober, drunk bucky, literally nothing happens i just wanted to write something HEHE

all mistakes are my own, lemme know if there’s something i need to fix!

banner by: maysdigitalarts (thank you love! the banner is so pretty!!)

gif not mine!

Why were you at this cliche sweaty bump and grind for freshly turned young adults? Especially when you knew he was here. You looked around and grimaced with disdain. You never liked parties like this, you much preferred low key hang outs with your best friends- movies, drive thrus, midnight target trips, scavenger hunts at ikea, hide and seek in a museum- that was fun. Not this frat house where everything smelled like sweat and cheap tequila- where all the dudes attempted to score girls like points in a soccer game. This was not fun at all, and seriously, god why the hell were you here?

“Y/n are you sure you don’t want me to make a mocktail for you?”

Ahh, that’s why…

“I’m sure some club soda and fruit juice would be nice, right?” Wanda’s sweet sympathetic and concerned voice asked, aware of your sobriety, and attempting to give you something to do instead of stand against the wall and turn down horny classmates who don’t even recognise you as a functioning and fully sentient being.

Wanda was the sweetest girl you had ever met- kind, caring, considerate.

“Nah, don’t worry about me, Wands, I’ll be fine. You go have fun.” You didn’t want her worrying about you, it’s not her fault she likes the exact parties you despise. You gave her a reassuring smile to calm her nerves, and it evidently worked, as she took a deep breath out that she was holding.

“I would wish for you to enjoy parties like this, but I’m well aware of how trashy and cringe they are,” she remarked with a little laugh.

You shook your head before answering. “Wanda, there’s no need to feel bad for liking parties like this.” You looked around the party scene in front of you before continuing. “You’re right, this isn’t my perfect idea of a night out, but just… calm down. Have some fun- I can endure one night of this, easy peasy!…” You knew she was just putting herself down in an attempt to make you feel better- she didn’t need though.

“…Although, I will admit that if he talks to me, I will tear my eyes out of my skull…” You rolled your eyes in distain of even the very thought of him.

Wanda held a knowing look on her face. “Would it really be that bad to see him, even if it was just for one second?” She sighed in exasperation.

Y/n knew that to Wanda, you sounded unreasonable as hell- why would you avoid and hate a guy so much for the plain reason that you simply did not click with him? But it was more than that- so much more. Wanda had only seen the occasional cocky and annoying one liners that popular “God of Party” o mighty Mr. James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes would throw at you, somehow always knowing when you was in the worst moods and sneaking up on you only then. But, what she didn’t understand was how truly awful he was…

There was just something about James Barnes that boiled your blood and tested the very patience within you 24/7. You had already gotten your fill of the annoying, drunken, walking boners that were the white, daddy’s money fuelled frat boys of your uni on day two, but James seemed to go above and beyond what you could tolerate as a mere human being. From the loud yelling, the idiotic flirting despite not even knowing your name, to the constant belittling and underestimating of you… for God’s sake, he even had to follow you to your friend group, allowing you not a single spare moment to simply relax and have fun.

You thanked your lucky stars that his incredibly large ego and appetite for attention made sure he was in attendance to every single party ever held, a feat that made him unavailable for midnight Target runs or drive thru’s- everything that you thought was fun. And when you wanted to go to IKEA or flower festivals, which weren’t open in the late hours of the night, avoiding James was as easy as planning the meet up times early, with him unable to wake up and leave his room after a “banger”, despite his seemingly energetic and frantic leave from his flavour of the night’s house, usually some white sorority girl who seemed to forget the socially acceptable limit to how dark a fake tan can be.

But, unfortunately for you, despite your numerous attempts to shake him off, he had a solid placing within the friend group, one that would not ever waver- he was best friends with Steve Rodgers, a.k.a. The Golden Retriever of people. Childhood friends in fact, together as a matching set since primary school. However, close as they were, Steve was the antithesis of James to a T- Steve was sweet and caring, while James never cared about anything but his dick. While Steve regularly checked up on his friends, James didn’t care to talk about anything other than himself. Steve was cautious around women, aware that his large appearance may intimidate some, resorting to taking measures to make sure people felt safe around him, while James, a deadly flirt, would fuck a cactus if it had a tan and hole.

Steve made you feel listened and looked out for, but James… he made you feel anything but.

Wanda excused herself to say hi to Victor Shade- a geeky Brit, studying some smart subject that involved too much math for your taste. Though a bit of a textbook nerd- what with the glasses and wit, going as far as earning him the nickname “Vision”, it couldn’t be denied how awkwardly charming he was. It was refreshing for there to be a down to earth, slightly anxious, tall and lanky man with proportions akin to Gumby in a school full of jacked dickheads- it made sense for Wanda to be so drawn to him, despite her insistence that she is just being friendly. Both you and her knew the truth, Wanda was just in denial of her feelings.

Thinking of how happy your friend is around him, you smiled to yourself. She deserved something good- something sweet and simple. Seeing it unfold in front of your eyes made you feel nothing but pride as they shyly conversed in the kitchen, both grasping red solo cups tightly for a release of their anxiety.

You continued to watch them, not noticing the figure coming towards you until he stood against the wall and looked at you before following your eye line to what was holding your attention.

“Huh, I guess this is a perk of being a wallflower,” he commented, voice as soft as it could be in the noisy party.

You looked over and saw the sweet face of your friend, Sam Wilson. He smirked at you and looked back at Wanda and Vis across the room. You smiled at him before he wrapped an arm around you. You leaned into him, fully resting on the side of his chest while the two of you simply enjoyed each others presence. Though not exchanging any words, you knew he was attempting to comfort you for being in a setting you so obviously weren’t in your element in.

The moment of a breath of peace in a wave of overwhelming noises and smells was interuppted, however, when another presence hastily entered your field of view- brown hair mussed and sweaty, blue eyes wide and lust blown, panting breath and clothes crinkled from the girl clinging onto him- of course another sorority chick. She was sucking deep angry red hickeys into the tender skin of his neck. You looked at him with a face filled with disdain, nose scrunched up and eyes squinted. You took your head off of Sam’s shoulder to look at him properly, guard lowered previously now fully raised once more. He gave a quick once over at you before looking at Sam, acting like you weren’t even there before beginning to talk about you.

He yelled, drunk as anything, body swaying and words slurred. “Yo man! What’re you doing! You need homework help or something?!”

Wow, so original. You rolled your eyes hard. The most pathetic bit was that he probably thought this genuinely hurt your feelings. Who ever felt sad or insecure about being smarter than a dude who spent his weekends buttchugging Tito’s like it was his last day on Earth? Your three year old cousin, Zayn was smarter (he really was- you were so proud of his ability to distinguish between colours, numbers and complex problems like 7 x 55).

“Ooft, careful there princess. Attitude won’t get you nowhere… except maybe my bed” he smirked with his signature smile and winked at you. You looked over at Sam with an eyebrow raised- was this guy for real? He looked at you, rolled his eyes and looked back at the girl hanging off of Bucky, fully ignoring his comment.

“Looks like you’re having fun, Barnes…”

Sam’s comment brought your attention back to her, and Bucky held onto her ass even tighter, his hands going white with the grip. The girl moaned a pathetic little whine, and Bucky lightly swatted her, smirking at you and your face filled with disgust.

You were so uncomfortable that you had to fully avert your eyes. God, you hope no one saw you in the same vicinity with the monster that was Bucky. He had no shame at all…

and it fucking pissed you off…

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #frat!bucky #fratboy!bucky #college!bucky #bucky barnes enemies to lovers #bucky barnes x poc!reader #me complaining about white people

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holylulusworld · 1 month

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Shy Guy (5) - Present

Summary: You grew up together. Bucky is the one. He’s just too shy to make a move.

Pairing: Shy!Bucky Barnes x Fratgirl!Reader

Sidepairing (friendship): Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: teasing, banter, friendship, fluff, making out, cocky reader, virgin Bucky, shy Bucky, mentions of Steve's sex life

Inspired by this ask: Shy guy ask and@dawn-petrichor-world made me do it…

Shy guy (4) - Past & Present

Shy guy masterlist

“Hmm…what else do I need to know, Stevie?” You eagerly take notes while Steve explains the complexity of asking a guy out without making him look like a loser. “I don’t want Bucky to believe he’s a loser.”

“Bucky is not a loser, but shy. He never kissed another girl,” Steve points at a picture of Bucky on the investigation wall he made for you. “That’s our target.”

You grin and lean back in your chair. “Please continue, Obi-Wan Rogers.”

He gives you a stern look. “Miss, if you don’t take my classes seriously, you can go home and watch a rom-com.”

“I’m listening,” you groan. “Go ahead. I need to know how to make a move on Bucky without scaring him off.”

“Alright,” Steve uses a pointer stick to point at the next picture. “That’s our goal. We want him to be putty in your hands but get hard at the same time.”

You lean forward to look at the picture. “Dude! Is that a dick pick?”

Steve snickers. “I googled Bucky’s name, and this was the first picture coming up.”

“You’re lying!” You stick your tongue out. “You can’t pin a dick on our investigation wall, Steve!”

“Why?” He shrugs your concern off and points to the next picture. “Before we get to the dick, we need to make him loosen up and ask you out. Or accept your invitation.”

“That’s a dog playing with a bone,” you wrinkle your nose. “Is that a metaphor or something?”

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “You’re like a dog with a bone. You sank your teeth into Bucky and won’t let up.”

“I’m not a dog, Rogers,” you snap at your friend. “I wanted you to give me advice, not turn this into a joke.”

“I’m not joking about love and dick,” Steve chuckles but keeps a straight face. “If you want him to dick you down one day, you’ll need to win his trust and heart first.”

“Good, that’s a start,” you take notes while Steve tells you about all the things Bucky likes. “Hmm…that’s good. Tell me more about his eating habits and the lingerie he looked up in his search history.”

“Our boy grew up so fast,” Steve sighs and gives you a wink. “You should see his search history. He’s an eager beaver when it comes to eating pussy and fingering a girl.”

“Oh,” you nod, and focus on taking notes, not the image in your mind. Bucky between your thighs, eating your cunt. “I like me a man who can eat pussy.”

Steve laughs. “Well, in that case, Bucky is your man. I watched him practice while watching porn. He’s got a skilled tongue.”

“That’s good to know, I guess.”

“Next step, we need to talk about his erogenous zones. You need to know how to touch him,” Steve continues. He points at his neck with the pointer stick. “Neck.”

“Neck,” you hum.

“Nipples. Earlobe. Lips,” he moves to his crotch. “At last, the divine meat stick.” He grins. “The dick.”

You giggle and snort. “Meat stick, got it.”

“Y/N,” Steve’s features soften when you look at him. “You need to make a move but don’t be too pushy. Bucky will shy away from you if you are too pushy.”

“Christ, I won’t shove his pants down to suck his dick,” you grunt. “Now back to the basics. Do you have an idea for the perfect first date?”

“Alright, miss,” Steve turns back around to point at the investigation wall. “We have a lot to discuss.”

“Doll, you’ve got this,” Steve whispers as he guides you toward the frat house. “He’s over there, looking for you because he wants to borrow a book. You look stunning. This outfit shows the right amount of cleavage and ass. But it’s not slutty.”

“Okay,” you take a deep breath. “I’ve got this. Bucky Barnes will be putty in my hands.”

Steve slaps your ass, making you squeal. “Go and get him tiger.”

Bucky is smart.

Like really smart.

He speaks over five different languages.

Still, he doesn't know how to talk to a girl.

It's not that he's not attractive. Girls do look at him. He's just too nervous to hit on a girl he likes.

It feels like his voice fails anytime he tries to talk to one of the girls from the frat house across the street.

Especially when he sees you.

It's even worse that you are friends with his best friend.

Steve Rogers. Quarterback. Golden boy. A girls' magnet.

“Hey Barnes," you quip as Bucky zoned out again. "Whatcha looking at?"

“What?" he slowly dips his head to glance at you standing next to him.

When did that happen?

“I was just...”

"Steve won't come back for a while. I think this week it's Carrie or was it Chanel?" you huff. "I'm telling you; he tries to break a record or something. I’m worried about his health. What if he breaks his dick? He won’t be able to win the upcoming game with a cast around his dick.”

Bucky chokes on his spit.

You giggle.

“Uh—what do you want here if Steve is not around?” He gets out before dropping his eyes to his shoes.

“Hmm…On Friday night we will go out. Wear something nice,” you cock your head to look Bucky up and down. “Oh, and no hair gel. I like running my fingers through a guy’s hair when we make out.”

“What?” he swallows thickly. His cheeks turn pink, and he feels his heart start racing. “Y/N…I…what? Is this a joke?”

“You know how to get a girl’s attention,” you lean closer to peck his lips. “I hope you know I expect you to put that talented tongue to better use…”

Bucky gasps as you pounce on him to claim his lips. You slip your tongue inside, snaking it with his as you run your fingers through his soft curls.

“Barnes! GOOO! Barnes!” the frat boys chant behind Bucky’s back. “We knew you had it in you all this time. He will finally get laid!”

You grin against his lips.

“Aw, I always had a thing for virgins,” you coo. “I promise to be gentle, babe…”

“What just happened?” Bucky looks like a confused puppy. He runs his tongue over his lips to taste you again. “Y/N, why did you…I…what?”

“Bucky,” you place your hands on his chest and look him straight in the eyes. “I call dips on you.” You smirk. “We are friends since childhood, and I don’t want you to get laid by some other bitch. You’re mine.”

“Get laid,” he chokes out. “Oh,” his cheeks turn pink, and he chuckles nervously.

“Do you want to go on a date with me, Buck?” you run your index finger over his chest. “I know you don’t see anyone else.”

“Yeah,” Bucky stutters. “We can watch a movie or order food.”

“Buck,” you lean closer to brush your lips over his quivering ones. “I will cook, and you can decide on the dessert.” You grin. “I heard you have a very talented tongue and are burning to put it to good use.”

He blanched, and chuckles nervously. “It’s a date…”

“It’s a date,” you say and fist his jacket to claim his lips again. “See you on Friday, Bucky baby.”

“STEVE! STEVE!” Bucky stumbles inside their shared room. “STEVE! She asked me out and…what do I do now?”

“Alright,” Steve wraps his arm around Bucky’s shoulder to guide him toward the investigation wall. Steve changed the pictures to help his friend. “I have been waiting for you, Padawan. I will tell you everything about Y/N, women, and pussy…”

Part 6

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valleyfae · 2 years

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"innocent" (secret)camgirl!reader x brothers bsf!frat!bucky. one night when buckys staying over, as usual, you get annoyed with his bs and you go upstairs to hide in your room. you're super tired so you lay down for a nap. when you wake up 20mins later, there is a piece ripped out from a page in your journal sitting on your bedside table. "you're selling yourself out. pussys too perfect to let those pervs watch you pathetically fuck yourself like a slut for an occasional donation"

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Don’t you dare think for a second you should be apologizing. Because this??? This right here? This is perfection!!! Imagine him helping you get your ‘name’ out there (I don’t know what to call it, but you know what I mean lol) he would get so cocky once you start making a lot of money and getting top views. But, he would be even cockier when he convinces you to let him ruin you while streaming…

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A quick glance at the note instantly has you pathetically clenching your thighs together. Sucking a heavy breath through your gritted teeth, you roll your eyes and curse an annoyed ‘fucking Barnes’ under your breath. He doesn’t even have to sign his cocky note for you to know the menace who snuck into your room and wrote it.

Oh boy, he’s always so smug. His smoldering grin, the way he sits on the couch drinking a beer with his muscular thighs spread apart just the perfect amount, the way his tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek when he grins as he watches you struggle to think of a response to one of his vulgar comments.

You can’t even lie to yourself. As much as you are embarrassed, you are even more turned on. Your palms start to sweat as realization hits. You’ll have to see Bucky sooner than later, most likely sooner because the real perv likes to come into your room at the most absurd hours of the night and torment you. He leaves you undeniably wetter than before until you are practically forced to touch yourself when he finally leaves (but don’t worry, he’s not missing a second with his ear next to the door; he intentionally leaves a jar.)

Rushing to wear an acceptable amount of clothing to cover up, you hurry downstairs, clutching your keys and phone. All you need to do is sneak past Bucky, who hopefully is with your brother, so you can get in your car, drive, and try to forget the embarrassment you’ll have to confront.

But no. There he is, leaning against your car, a perfectly rolled joint in one hand and his phone held up against his ear in the other.

"There’s my little cam star," Bucky chuckles, ending his call without hesitation. "Did you have a nice nap? You know, you still sleep like a fuckin’ baby."

"Barnes, can you just— just not get your fucking pot all over my car?"

"Last name basis again, huh?" He smirks, placing his phone on the hood of your car to rub the back of his neck, exposing his perfectly sculpted v-line and trail that leads to what you think at night when you "let those pervs watch you pathetically fuck yourself like a slut for the occasional donation."

Taking another drag, Bucky examines you and your movements. "The brat in you is coming out today, isn’t it, sweetheart?" He exhales, taking a few steps closer.

"Bucky, just tell me where—"

"Went to his girlfriend's," he cuts you off. "It’s just me and you tonight. Got me all to yourself."

"Shut it, Barnes."

"Oh, we sure have a feisty one today, don’t we? I might need to fuck the brat out of your throat if you keep it up."

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DAY NINE: Hate Sex w/ Ex!Fratboy!Bucky Barnes (ft. sorority sister!reader

a/n: I cannot begin to tell yoy how fucking aware I am that this is late and I'm almost falling behind but ohmygoodness I've been literally exhausted for the past two days. I'm lowkey pissed about it because I was super excited to write for this day and actually writing for it felt like I was dragging my feet behind me.

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Fuck James Buchanan Barnes.

He’s a piece of shit, an asshole, a womanizer, a player, a liar and a dirty fucking cheat, but goddamn it, why do you always find yourself here?

You hated him – no – you do hate him!

Even people that hate their exes like the fact that they catch their eye, that they can’t find it within themselves to look away from them, that in some way, some capacity, they will always want them, that they will always be theirs regardless of whoever they get with in the future.

Bucky knew you’d come to the party at his frat, and you knew that you would go with every intention of fucking with him. To everyone else, you were just bitter exes - that needed to fuck out whatever was going on between the two of you - so when you showed up in a dress that fell just below your ass, your friends figured you were just trying to get laid; but no one knew that this was his favorite color on you, let alone his favorite dress.

You just so happened to pick it out, that’s all! Couldn’t a girl want to pamper herself nowadays?

You fake laughed at whatever the dude that had fallen right into your trap said, a manicured hand lifting up to slap him on his arm gently, making extra sure to graze the naked skin of his arm that was exposed by his muscle tee with your acrylics. You fluttered your eyelashes at him innocently, a faux sweet smile on your face.

Subconsciously, you knew that you wanted Bucky to take you home, or to his room, or to wherever the fuck he wanted too – but you’d never admit that to yourself. You couldn’t. He couldn’t win this game of cat and mouse, not without a fight, and you just so happened to love playing dirty.

You could feel Bucky’s stare burning into your back. Your bodycon dress was completely strapless, leaving little to nothing to the imagination as your breasts threatened to spill out over the top. You weren’t a sorority slut by any means, one of your sister’s had that covered, but still, you were going to go home with somebody tonight.

Even if he was an idiot.

“That’s so funny, Aaron.” Aaron laughed nervously, cheeks blooming a deep red as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s uh- actually Eric.” Right. “Sorry.” You giggled, raising the neck of your beer as if it was some sort of explanation for the fact that you don’t really give a shit about what his name is and more about what’s in his pants.

Before you could speak, your eyes raised up to meet Bucky’s, who was standing across the pull, two ladies vying for his attention as he puffed on what looked like a blunt. It looked like he was in the same boat that you were; that he didn’t care about what they were saying, only you.

Biting your lip, you turned your gaze back to Aaron – Eric.

You knew you’d have to up the ante in order to get him to move, because right now you know he thinks that you’re all bark no bite. You’ll show him.

“You know…” You made a finger walking motion up his arm, the tips of your nails now slightly digging into his skin. “How about we get out of here?” You fluttered your eyelashes up at him. “It’s too crowded… and loud.” Your hand finally rested on his upper bicep, giving it a soft squeeze. The poor man’s jaw was slightly dropped, as if he was a fish out of water.

“Yeah, yeah, I-” He attempted to say, but when you raised your gaze again, Bucky was gone, and you had forced yourself to bite back a wolfish smile because you knew he was on the move somewhere.

“What’s goin’ on over here?” Bucky’s voice sounded as he approached the both of you from behind. Eric looked as if he had seen a ghost, but the poor boy had no idea that he was just a pawn in your game.

“Oh- uh- nothin’ man, just talking.” You raised a brow at Eric’s shaky excuse. Internally, you rolled your eyes. What a pussy.

“Really?” Bucky asked in amusement, not even bothering to hide the face splitting smirk that contorted his face. “Yep.” You responded, popping the ‘p’ as you took the blunt from him. You wrapped your mouth around it, your gaze almost challenging him as you sucked, pulling the smoke into your lungs. It burned but it was worth it to see the tick in his jaw and the slight twitch in his eye at the sight of your pursed lips.

“I think that I um- I’m just gonna go.” Eric squeaked awkwardly. All lustful intention slipped away from him as he grasped his hand and shook it. From the poor man’s wince you can tell that Bucky put a little bit too much force in his shake.

When the random guy slipped away you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Real smooth.” You commented. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“I’m talking about you trying to act like you weren’t trying to fuck me right in front of him.” The way you said it was as if it was the most casual thing on earth. “I almost forgot how possessive you get when you know someone else wants me.” You tilted your chin up to finally face him, and you caught yourself from almost stumbling over your words at the primal look on his face.

You did it. You won this game fair - enough - and square.

“Too bad my pussy doesn’t belong to you anymore, isn’t it, James?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, taking an intimidating step towards you. But you weren’t scared, if anything you were turned on.

“Don’t get mad at me because I’m right, even though anger does look good on you.”

You went to step away, but he was quick to snatch your wrist, “Were not done talkin’.” You made a noncommittal attempt to tug yourself free. “I am.”

The tension between the two of you sizzled like oil on a pan, beckoning, calling for someone to do something, anything, to appease the burning desire that was coiling in Bucky and yours’ guts.

“If you’re not done then I guess we should find somewhere quiet to talk then.”

He didn’t give you the chance to offer a rebuttal because he was already dragging you away from the prying eyes of party goers, his frat brothers and your sorority sisters. You already had an idea of where he was taking you, pushing the both of you through the sea of people that flooded the house, most of them drunk or high or a hammered off of a little bit of everything that was rotating throughout the home.

When he’d found his room, he was grateful that no one had decided to fuck in it, because that was what he was supposed to be doing.

He let your body be the thing that slammed the door shut with a loud bang!

He kissed you harshly, his left hand grasped your chin while the other hiked a full leg over his hip, grinding his erection onto your needy core.

“Fuck!” You gasped, your back arching off the wood as you broke the kiss. The friction of his jeans against your pulsing clit sent you staggering for balance, your inhibitions clouding your mind when you allowed your self-control to completely flee from within you.

“Bucky baby.” You whined. The man practically preened at the sound of his old nickname, his humping turning harder and calculated. He clearly had an end goal in mind.

“What were you sayin’ about this pussy not bein’ mine no more?” He quipped. “I still mean it.” You gasped. He growled, but nonetheless, that didn’t deter him from shoving his face in the corner of your neck and biting down on the skin. Hard.

You yelped at the pain, but it shot down straight to your stimulated core. The bite only drew you closer to your embarrassingly fast approaching orgasm. It had been so long since you’d been touched by him, and God, you missed his hands, his voice, his touch, his smell, his cock.

“‘M close, Buck, ‘m so close.” You murmured, waving your fingers through his brunette hair and tugging on the strands. You felt a burning bitterness well-up in your gut when the tips of your fingers brushed against the hard plastic of the silver crown on top of his head. You sneakily took it off before throwing it somewhere in his room.

“No need to be jealous, honey.” He teased with a smirk on his face. “Shut— shut up!” Your rebuttal only came out as a whine. You could feel the cloth of your laced thong stick to your wet labia with every grind on his jeans – which also now sported a dark spot on his pants.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You swore as you came. “There you go. That’s it, good girl.” Small whimpers slipped out of you as he worked you into overstimulation.

“God,” He groaned. “I’ve gotta fuck you.”

Guiding his face up to yours, you brushed your lips together, holding your intense eye contact with one another. “Then fuck me, Buck. I think you have a point to prove.” He leaned forward just a bit to nip at your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.

“Fuckin’ naughty.” Bucky grunted, forcing your leg down from his hip for a moment to snatch your panties down your legs. Your hands shot out to his belt buckle, slipping the leather out of it and unbuttoning his jeans. It was your turn to shove his pants down and grab his hard on, his hot cock pulsing in your hand.

The air in the back of his throat caught at the feeling of your stroking, “God– turn around.” You did as he said and felt his large, calloused hands pushing up your dress.

“Gonna make sure everyone at this fuckin’ party knows you’re mine.” He says lowly, pulling down his underwear to his mid-thigh and prodding his tip at your entrance. “Even if you fuckin’ hate me.” With that, he entered you, splitting you in half on his cock.

You cried out at the feeling, false nails scratching at the surface of his door in an attempt to keep yourself steady. “Feels so good, Buck. So, so, good.” You mewled, your hips pushing out on their own accord to try and take your own pleasure. “Always so fuckin’ greedy.” He chided. His hands grabbed at the fat of your ass, pulling out of you only to slam back in, sending you up the wall.

Your bodies moved in a familiar symphony that had been sung numerous times before, as they hadn’t forgotten one another, they were just simply waiting for the both of you to press play.

His dick repeatedly prodded at your g-spot, the friction sending you into overdrive as you moaned, and cried and begged. “God, I think ‘m gonna cum, Buck!” You exclaimed, walls repeatedly clenching down on him. “That’s right, doll. ‘Fuckin squeeze me.” He bellowed, his own thrusts growing sloppy as he neared his end.

Your noises raised in pitch before your arms gave out and you collapsed forward, instead opting to cross your arms and rest your head on your forearms.

“Gonna cum in this sweet pussy, sweetheart.” He said through gritted teeth, his thrusting growing sloppy and uncoordinated.

“Do it, fuck, I-” Your words died out, your body wracking with shivers as your second orgasm of the night overtook you.

It wasn’t long before you felt his seed warm your insides, painting your womb white as your eyesight went white, and your pussy sucked him up for all he’s worth.

Your chests heaved.

“I still hate you.” You huffed.

“I wouldn’t have expected anything less.” He said through a smile.

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malum-forev · 10 months

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Oooh can I get some fake-dating?? Either fratboy or mafia Bucky? Like they come to her rescue and pretend she's with them, saving her from some unfortunate situation!

Hi hiii this is my first time writing Mafia Bucky! Let me know what you think!

You hated the term man’s game. Absolutely loathed it. Men with their pea sized brains thinking they’re above people of the opposite sex, when in reality the only thing floating around their heads are the words dick, tits, ass. On an infinite loop.

When you went into the field of law, you thought with hard work and perseverance you would crash the glass ceiling. Paving the road for women like yourself wanting to make it. What you didn’t realize is that what is supposed to be glass, turns out to be concrete. A miles thick concrete ceiling, completely impenetrable.

You smoothed the fabric of your pencil skirt and impatiently tapped your foot on the floor. The wooden chair outside the DA’s office was becoming an annoying reminder of your future, bolted down outside the door. It felt like you’d always be outside the door.

The frosted glass door opened revealing laughter coming from the inside. Your boss’ booming fake laugh made your skin crawl.

“You better work on that swing by Friday, Kent.” Your senile old boss said. It should be illegal to have fossils like him still on the job, making decisions while they still think women can’t vote. “I’ll leave you with my assistant, she’ll get all the details about the Moranes case.”

“Paralegal.” You corrected even though you knew it would go in one ear and out the other.

The district attorney, a man older than your father, raked your body. From your pointed heels to your appropriately buttoned silk blouse. “Where have you been hiding this one?”

He all but drooled at the sight of you, a disgusting trait men thought was a compliment.

“I keep her holed up at the office, but I’ll let you have her if you send the case over to us.” Your boss “joked” but once he saw the stern look on your face he held his hands up. “I’m just foolin’ around. Can’t make a joke anymore without getting a slap on the wrist from HR.”

“I know a few things about that.” The DA laughed, pointing at his older secretary. “How’d you think I got stuck with this one?”

The interaction made your skin boil, there were actual men who thought women’s only purpose in life was to get them hard. And you, sadly, had to put up with it on a daily basis.

Your boss soon left, hoping you would comply with anything the DA told you to do. Anything to get the job done, was his mentality.

“How about we move this conversation somewhere more comfortable?” The DA’s sleazy smile sent a shiver through your spine.

You looked around the almost abandoned hallway. “I just need to take some notes on the file so, here is fine.”

The district attorney was quickly becoming annoyed. “I wasn’t asking, actually.”

You opened your mouth to try and keep him calm but you felt a hand travel through your lower back and set itself on your hip. You looked down to find a tattooed hand with gold and silver rings adorning the fingers. His knuckles were shades of pink, purple, and blue, sporting a couple of barely healed gashes. If someone were to ask you who you thought this person was, you’d never in a thousand years guessed the correct answer.

“She wasn’t asking either, Kent.” A deep rough voice appeared.

You looked up to find the one and only James Bucky Barnes, head of one of the most prolific and notorious mafia families in New York.

“B-Barnes.” The DA stuttered.

“I’m sure you can find a way to make my girlfriend’s life easier.” Bucky stared the man down, his dark blue eyes burning holes through his body.

“Girlfriend?” He asked, scared.

“Girlfriend.” Bucky barked.

The DA gulped. “I’ll have my assistant send her office the files.”

“I’d appreciate if you drop them by yourself.” Bucky lip twitched upwards. “As a personal favor to me and the ladies down at the Spin Top.”

The district attorney furiously nodded, his eyes widening at the words spoken. Bucky was dangling incriminating information like it was no big deal.

Bucky pulled you closer to his side, his hand never leaving your hip. A gentle but firm grip. He waved his gloved hand in a shooing motion. “You can leave now Kent.”

The district attorney tripped over his feet and quickly closed his office door behind him, locking it.

With a chuckle, Bucky released you. He took a cigarette from his suit’s breast pocket and lit it up.

“He thinks a door can protect him.” Bucky scoffed. “Pathetic.”

“You’re not allowed to smoke in here.” You said, your voice strong.

Bucky bit his bottom lip to contain a smile, you were pure fire.

He looked around the almost vacant office, any person who was there had already turned around. Some were even facing the wall, anything to not make eye contact with the mob boss. “I don’t see anyone telling me to put it out, princess.”

“I’m not some sort of damsel in distress, just so you know.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

Bucky’s eyes never left yours, he cocked his head to the side. “This could work, you and me-“

You laughed. “You and me? There is no you and me, it doesn’t exist.”

Bucky walked towards you until your back was flush against the wall, he placed his forearm over your head, trapping you underneath him. His intoxicating smell filled your senses, woody, smokey, citrus. A combination that wouldn’t work on anyone but him.

“By the looks of it, you need someone next to you so they take you seriously.” His words were slow and controlled, completely opposite to your body language. Your chest heaved, making the space between the buttons over your chest expand. Anyone else would have looked down but Bucky, he kept his eyes on your face. “I can be that for you. One outing with me and you’ll have every judge, every lawyer, everyone at the palm of your hand.”

“What’s in it for you?” You whispered, your throat suddenly became dry.

For the first time, he let his eyes travel downwards to your lips. A calloused finger ran from your collarbone to your jaw. “I need someone sweet and innocent, just like you, to help me take over everything. You see, every family needs a head. And there is no head without a neck. But no one seemed to interest me, that is, until I laid my eyes on you.”

“It would have to be for show, everything would be fake.” You whispered, closing your eyes for a moment to bask the sensation of Bucky hand on your neck.

Bucky chuckled. “I’ll put on the greatest show, I’ll even have you believing my every word.”

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every headcanon from @via-l0ve

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a taste of summer @impala-dreamer

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ CASTIEL

dreaming (18+) @impala-dreamer

beautiful to me @impala-dreamer

angel alpha (18+) @crashdevlin

i'll watch over you @octoberclidan

if you will have me, i'm yours (18+) @gilverrwrites

neckties @supernaturalfreewill

love, by any other name @zepskies

peculiar @supernaturalfreewill

because of books @supernaturalfreewill

last night on earth (18+) @hollybell51

don't bet on it (18+) @hollybell51

his charge (18+) @impala-dreamer

sharing is caring (III) @zepskies

TEEN WOLF

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ ISAAC LAHEY

sick reader @smellslikemultifandomimagines

aftercare @smellslikemultifandomimagines

hidden with isaac @scoopsahoy

mutual losing (18+) @smellslikemultifandomimagines

facesitting (18+) @smellslikemultifandomimagines

cruel summer @hotdogwillex

come back to me @hotdogwillex

cold feet, warm bodies (18+) @scoopsahoy

i'm gonna kiss you now @sourwulf

drunken confessions @teenwolffan-with-nolife

dream @rogershoe

fratboy!isaac (18+) (all time fav) @mermaidenisaacs

teaches you to kiss (18+) @mermaidenisaacs

prove me wrong (18+) @twjournals

VAMPIRE DIARIES

dating the mikaelsons @wholoveseggs

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ ELIJAH MIKAELSON

hold (18+) @wholoveseggs

extra-extraordinary (18+) @wholoveseggs

blood bath (18+) @wholoveseggs

warmth (18+) @wholoveseggs

the result of naps @fitzs-trained-monkey

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KLAUS MIKAELSON

she knew better (18+) @klausysworld

distracted @theeoriginals

you bring me home @theeoriginals

sharp (18+) @theeoriginals

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KOL MIKAELSON

christmas khaos @wholoveseggs

goodnight kisses @kmikaelsonimagines

frustrations (18+) @madhatterbri

thigh socks (18+) @geminioriginalsimagines

proposal @kmikaelsonimagines

Christmas in dixie @fitzs-trained-monkey

bruised and battered @fitzs-trained-monkey

shots @so-long-soldier-writes

little favors @fitzs-trained-monkey

of ice skates and sugar cookies @fitzs-trained-monkey

ten minute blood stain removal @fitzs-trained-monkey

like a box of chocolates @fitzs-trained-monkey

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KAI PARKER

for my valentine (18+) @babeydollx

lace (18+) @geminioriginalsimagines

game on (18+) @socio-kai-path1972

kisses @socio-kai-path1972

why? @socio-kai-path1972

affinity romance (18+) @socio-kai-path1972

is it hot in here? (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

party crasher (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

sex tea (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

say it again (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

the red means (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

the price of hatred (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

spoiled (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

birthday girl (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

STAR TREK

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JIM KIRK/BONES

a well documented debacle @mybullshitsensesaretingling

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ PAVEL CHEKOV

sweatpants @youre-on-a-starship

MARVEL

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ LOKI

reformed villain squad @give-me-a-moose

overtime (18+) @cleo-fox

loki's happy ending @gingerwritess

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ BUCKY BARNES

graveyard @wkemeup

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ STEVEN GRANT/MARC SPECTOR

red flags (18+) @astroboots

HUNGER GAMES

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ FINNICK O'DAIR

oral headcanon (18+) @lucilleslore

darling and the virgin (18+) @wife-of-all-dilfs

TED LASSO

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JAMIE TARTT

chilly cheeks @veryberryjelly

about you @buckychristwrites

saved you a seat @benedictscanvas

operation: tartt's heart @theowritesstuff

DOCTOR WHO

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ TENTH DOCTOR

family christmas @writerlyhabits

gestures and evasion @doctenwho

before you go @doctorslove

falling in love again @doctorslove

CRIMINAL MINDS

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ SPENCER REID

virgin!spence (18+) @fortheloveofwonderland

i'd bottle the feelings you gave me @spencersfunkysocks

all the women he's loved before @fortheloveofwonderland

a helping hand (18+) @sinfulspencer

second date @samuel-de-champagne-problems

preciously pure (18+) @foxy-eva

STRANGER THINGS

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ BILLY HARGROVE

two ships passing in the night @hairringtonsteve

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motherofdogs1010 · 5 months

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Need to Know I (Peter Parker x Reader)

Inspired by Doja Cat's "Need to Know"

Summary: When she was ready to get back out on the dating scene after dumping a certain Winter Soldier, Y/N was a woman ready to get back out there. She just never expected to find herself in a relationship with a certain nerdy spider.

Warnings: older woman/younger man, small age gap, everyone is adult age!, cheater Bucky, fratboy Peter, consensual sex, semi public sex, heavy smut, drinking, swearing, unprotected sex Look at Masterlist for more warnings

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Part 1

TWO MONTHS AGO

Y/N downed the shot of tequila that Tony had passed her, laughing as she felt the burn in her throat and hearing Tony cheering. Say what you want about Tony, but he knew how to party as he had taken them to some nightclub that he bought for shits and giggles.

"Enjoying the burn", Tony teased, Y/N laughed.

"It's the tequila sweats that I hate", she said back.

Standing up from the little VIP booth Tony had rented for them all, Y/N scoped out her surroundings. She saw Nat dragging a bashful Steve to the dance floor, Steve was awkwardly moving around before he finally got the hang of it and began dancing with Nat. Y/N laughed as she watched Steve get down on the dance floor, she spotted Vision (who had his human form on) with Wanda near the bar as Wanda was getting another drink.

"Are you having fun?"

Y/N looked in the direction to see Peter standing there with a grin, Y/N smiled back at him.

"I wondered where you were", Y/N responded, "I always forget your 21."

"My babyface makes it that way", Peter joked.

Y/N had to admit, Peter Parker was a very attractive man, especially right now with his hair gelled back, a white button down that had the sleeves rolled up and dark slacks. Tony said Peter had changed a lot since high school, having managed to join a fraternity in his first year of college; she had only met Peter in the last year so hearing that he was anything but confident before was a little shocking since he walked around like a little mini Tony sometimes.

Peter moved a little closer to her as Tony announced that he was going to join Wanda at the bar.

Sam and Clint were missing, both men having taken some time off to go visit their families, especially for Sam since he wanted to be there for one of his nephew's birthdays.

Although, the person that everyone seemed to ignore that wasn't there was a certain Winter Soldier, but it seemed everyone was on the rocks with the man at the moment. But cheating and immediately bringing around the girl you cheated with will do that, won't it?

Of course that was the main reason behind Tony bringing nearly all of them out to the club was because of her confiding in Tony about being ready to get back out there. She felt no issue confiding in Tony considering how close of friends they were, she was coming out in his upcoming wedding to Pepper in just a few months time.

"It's a cute babyface", Y/N teased, Peter chuckled.

"I'm glad you're having fun", Peter said, "you deserve it."

Y/N smiled as she tugged up the neckline of her red mini dress, the fabric clinging to her large breasts and hips. It was an off the shoulder dress that she chose just for the occasion with long sleeves and paired with some red bottoms that Nat was letting her borrow.

Y/N watched as Peter looked a bit indecisive as if he was second guessing himself before he blurted out, "Would you like to dance?"

"Don't you think you should be dancing with someone your own age?" she teased before Peter snaked a toned arm around her hips.

"Age is just a number, right?" Peter answered with a wink.

Y/N felt surprised, she was older than Peter by 7 years and she wouldn't be an idiot to say she hadn't noticed the younger man's eyes occasionally roaming her figure. But she never thought much of it considering she had been in a relationship with Bucky, but that bridge was burned a lot time ago.

She was here to have fun, dance a little, drink... there was no harm in just a dance, right?

"Alright, Spiderboy", Y/N said, "show me what you got."

Wanna know what it's like (like) Baby, show me what it's like (like) I don't really got no type (type) I just wanna fuck all night

The sound of Doja Cat singing could be heard even in the women's restroom, the door locked in a rush as Peter pressed her harder into said door. Their tongues dancing across one another as she could taste the alcohol on his tongue, Y/N moaned as Peter slotted his knee between her legs, pressing against her wet cunt and beginning to rock her hips against him.

But Peter pulled his knee away and she whimpered, breaking the kiss for a moment before she felt one of his hands trail under her dress, finding her thong.

"You're soaked", Peter teased, she shuddered as Peter ran a finger down her slit. "I bet I could slid right in."

As if that was his cue, Peter slid a finger into her, Y/N let her head fall into Peter's chest as he slowly began to pump his finger in her.

"Don't tease", she moaned as she brought his face down to hers.

What's your size? (Size) Add, subtract, divide ('vide) Daddy don't throw no curves (curves) Hold up, I'm goin' wide (wide) We could just start at ten (ten) Then we can go to five (five) I don't play with my pen (pen) I mean what I write

She connected their lips again as Peter slid another finger into, fingering her harder now as he began to rub her clit in tight circles. Y/N cried out at the sensations as she rocked her hips in time with Peter's movements.

Peter began to trail kisses down her neck as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth falling open as pants escaped her mouth.

"Fuck you're beautiful", Peter said as he quickened his fingers. "Come on, Y/N, cum on me."

Y/N felt like she was in the Twilight Zone right now, but fuck it, she was enjoying it with the way Peter was fingering her. She could feel that tight knot building in her as Peter's fingers reached an area in her that made her nearly tear up in pleasure, his fingers practically massaging it as she began to tug on his hair as her toes began to curl.

"P-Peter", she panted, "gonna...cum..."

She saw Peter grin in satisfaction as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She felt breathless and fuzzy as Peter fingered her through it before she whimpered at the overstimulation, which Peter pulled his fingers out.

"Still think I should find someone my own age?" Peter teased, she narrowed her eyes as she panted.

Peter slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.

"I always knew you'd taste sweet", Peter said as she reached for his belt buckle.

Peter brought a hand up, squishing her cheeks together and forcing her lips into a pout; he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips as she successfully managed to get unzip Peter's slacks, slipping her hand inside to begin to tease the younger man in front of her.

"Now, you wanna be a tease?" Peter asked as he began to move her to one of the many sinks in the bathroom.

I just can't help but be sexual (whoa) Tell me your schedule (yeah) I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will) I do what I can to get you off (I will)

Peter had gotten her on the sink, legs spread and her thong stuffed in one of his pockets as he began to rock into her. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt Peter hike up her leg on him higher, sending him into deeper territory and brushing up against her G-spot as he began to rub her clit in time with his rocking.

"P-Peter", she slurred, eyes beginning to water from pleasure.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so good", Peter groaned as he gripped the sink below her.

His thrusts becoming rougher as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Might just fuck him with my makeup on (I will) Eat it like I need an apron on (yeah, ay) Eat it 'til I need to change my thong (yeah, ay) We could do it to your favorite song (yeah, ay)

Her makeup was ruined, she was sure of it from the amount of kissing, sweat and tears. Y/N shivered as Peter bite down on a part of her neck, making her clench around her even tighter and causing him to let out more groans of pleasure, his hips slapping into her even rougher.

The sound of skin slapping skin rung in bathroom, echoing off the walls as she brought Peter's face back to her own, smashing their lips together as she squealed when her second orgasm hit her, her legs shaking and back arching.

You're exciting, boy, come find me Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" Fuck that feeling both us fighting Could he try me? (Yeah) mmm, most likely

She had pushed Peter onto one of the toilets in the bathroom, his dick red and leaking when she had straddled him before sinking down onto him. Y/N shivered as she felt Peter stretching her out again and she knew she was going to be feeling him the next day as she moaned and threw her head back at the delicious stretch his cock gave her cunt again.

Peter gripped her hips before grabbing her ass and smacking it, she pulled her face towards his, connecting their lips as she begun to rock her hips.

Oh, wait, you a fan of the magic? Poof, pussy like an Alakazam (yeah) I heard from a friend of a friend That that dick was a ten out of ten

She could someone knocking on the door, but she could care less right with Peter buried so deep inside her as his hands that gripped her hips so tightly began to help rock her.

Baby, I need to know, mmm

With a groan, Y/N felt her head pounding as an alarm was ringing; she buried her face in her pill-- wait, her pillow was normally soft, not firm and warm.

"Sorry, I forgot to turn that off", someone said in a rough voice.

Opening her eyes quickly, Y/N quickly found that she hadn't made it to her room; the events of last night quickly rushing back to her as she remembered everything.

Looking up, she saw that was indeed in Peter's bed, he was shirtless and his muscles bulging as he reached across to turn off his phone alarm. She could remember now stumbling back to Peter's room for round whatever, she could not remember how many times they had already had sex before they made it to his room.

It was then that she realized she must be back at his fraternity and she groaned inwardly.

But she remember she was lucky she was consistent with her birth control now that she thought about it with the amount of times she let Peter cum in her last night.

Rubbing her eyes as she sat up, Y/N contemplated her life decisions and her mind beginning to try and form some kind of plan of doing the walk of shame when Peter plopped down back into the bed.

"You wanna go get breakfast?"

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spring-picnics · 2 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐈

mafia marauder's hc by @horriblehs

what if the marauders where illegal and in love with you? james potter x reader, remus lupin x reader, sirius black x reader

peter parker hc's by @hiraethparkers

being in a relationship with peter parker. mcu!peter parker x reader

and we run by @evermoreal

a rockstar hijacks your ride on their run from the paparazzi. sirius black x reader

dancing queen by @velvetcloxds

tony loves spoiling you, and he has to on your birthday. tony stark x reader

undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

you're on the run away from your past and meet a sweet lumberjack. bucky barnes x reader

shy away by @/velvetcloxds

your first night in the avengers tower. tony stark x reader

right where you left me by @poemsforparker

you never expected that he would fall out of love like this. mcu!peter parker x reader

close to my heart by @peterbenjiparker

friends don't treat each other like this. mcu!peter parker x reader

harmless by @shurisneakers

bucky and a doofenschmirtz reader. bucky barnes x reader

goodbye by @lovelybarnes

enemies to lovers to enemies with bucky barnes. bucky barnes x reader

he's not completely useless by @justkending

"he's not completely useless... he can be used as a bad example." bucky barnes x reader

meeting at the grave by @electrosspidey

you meet a handsome stranger at an old friend's gravestone. mcu!peter parker x reader

a correspondence of obligation by @/pellucid-constellations

you unexpectedly fall for the king you are betrothed too. bucky barnes x reader

those summer nights by @waitimcomingtoo

being a camp counsellor with someone you hate. tom holland x reader

wicked game by @/waitimcomingtoo

he shouldn't have played that game with your heart. tom holland x reader

delicate by @/waitimcomingtoo

getting drunk and tom taking care of you. tom holland x reader

always leaving by @desireav

a slytherin in a relationship with a head gryffindor??? harry potter x reader

ease my mind by @wkemeup

in order to save bucky, you have to break your promise. bucky barnes x reader

the problem by @scandalous-chaos

he thinks he isn't good enough for you. remus lupin x reader

the gold dress by @/scandalous-chaos

you make him jealous. remus lupin x reader

blurb by @luveline

enemies to lovers. remus lupin x reader

pomegranate by @/scandalous-chaos

fake dating. remus lupin x reader

casual dominance with remus by @/evermoreal

being in a relationship with remus lupin. remus lupin x reader

wait for you by @ptergwen

asking mj out. mj x reader

downfall by @eleganthottubfun

nate shouldn't have let his jealousy take over. nate jacobs x reader

'cause i don't want you like a best friend by @/evermoreal

friends to lovers. sirius black x reader

our girl by @beaucherie

you've been distant from sirius and remus, so they confront you. poly!wolfstar x reader

am i interrupting something? by @thehalfbloodedwitch

you and harry have something special; don't let someone in between you. harry potter x reader

imagine being ben gross' academic rival by @land-of-the-fandom

rivals to lovers with a cute, but annoying guy. ben gross x reader

blurb by @mirclealignr

flirting with pietro. pietro maximoff x reader

doting by @/desireav

a fratboy pines over you. james potter x reader

the odds of affection by @/desireav

meeting theo's friends. theodore nott x reader

one last dance by @/velvetcloxds

you didn't take the chance. steve rogers x reader

linger by @totheblood

he was assigned to take care of you. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @natashxromanovf

showing bucky and nat your blog. bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff x reader

misunderstanding by @thebrookemunson

remus thinks you like sirius. remus lupin x reader

you by @cryonme

being theo's home; one that he must protect. theodore nott x reader

blurb by @gracesmusings

a fight with george. george weasley x reader

blurb by @/gracesmusings

fred wants to marry you. fred weasley x reader

blurb by @shespeaksinsongs

pansy shows the boys how to treat you right. pansy parkinson x reader

my heart and soul by @whateveriwant

bucky performs an ultimate act of betrayal. bucky barnes x reader

i lied by @ladyvesuvia

you promised to love each other forever. bucky barnes x reader

revenge is sweet by @t-lostinworlds

fake dating the football captain to get back at your cheating ex. tom holland x reader

happier by @bradtomlovesya

you could be so much happier with him. tom holland x reader

over the love by @peter-parkourwrites

falling for your brother's best friend. bucky barnes x reader

one way or another by @pvarker

rivals to lovers with peter parker. mcu!peter parker x reader

to be real by @softholand

tom holland falls for a singer. tom holland x reader

annotations by @starstruckwillows

reading remus' poetry annotations. remus lupin x reader

i guess i thought it would be harder for you to let me go by @morwap

james thought he would break your heart. he was so wrong. james potter x reader

all consuming, all wanting by @/pvarker

flirting and patching up peter parker. mcu!peter parker x reader

silence in colours by @/lovelybarnes

he's been giving you silent treatment. angst ensues. bucky barnes x reader

i never learned to read your mind by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

exes to lovers. bucky barnes x reader

sneaky by @malum-forev

sam and steve find out about bucky's secret. bucky barnes x reader

love without a lover by @/mirclealignr

you love him, but he will never love you. james potter x reader

diametrically opposed by @/pvarker

two professors who are seemingly rivals are actually hopelessly in love with one another. mcu!peter parker x reader

so far gone by @spideyzgirl

you are no longer a priority in peter's life. mcu!peter parker x reader

drunken posts by @honeymunson

simping over your boyfriend while drunk. tasm!peter parker x reader

candlelight dinner by @/thehalfbloodedwitch

watching harry cook dinner. harry potter x reader

substitute by @/shespeaksinsongs

substituting for your partner's class. draco malfoy x reader

this is who i love by @/velvetcloxds

remus showing you that he loves all of you. remus lupin x reader

zippers by @youlightmeupfinn

best friends to lovers. mcu!peter parker x reader

peter parker headcanons by @parkersmaterialgirl

peter parker headcanons. mcu!peter parker x reader

morning by @/thehalfbloodedwitch

having a nice morning with your boyfriend. ron weasley x reader

be my girl by @/peterbenjiparker

you're peter's girl. mcu!peter parker x reader

lips sealed by @mendesxruel

you find out peter's secret. tasm!peter parker x reader

whole world is gonna know you love me by @/desireav

she doesn't love you. lily evans x reader

looped by @softlybarnes

bucky loses memory of the past few years. bucky barnes x reader

rooftop date with peter parker by @/mendesxruel

a rooftop date with your boyfriend. mcu!peter parker x reader

scripts thrown into the fire by @indouloureux

enemies to lovers with peter. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @/desireav

telling the avengers you're pregnant. avengers x reader

debauched angels (and brazen escapades) by @/indouloureux

a deep and intricate enemies to lovers angsty mini series. mcu!peter parker x reader

my reverie's affinity remains to be you by @indouloureux

you see 10 seconds of your soulmate's life every night. mcu!peter parker x reader

dear mr right by @rednights

getting an anonymous love letter from someone whose handwriting looks similar. mcu!peter parker x reader

@spring-picnics

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holylulusworld · 15 days

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Shy Guy (6) - Present

Summary: You grew up together. Bucky is the one. He’s just too shy to make a move.

Pairing: Shy!Bucky Barnes x Fratgirl!Reader

Sidepairing (friendship): Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: teasing, banter, friendship, fluff, cocky reader, virgin Bucky, shy Bucky, Steve being a good friend, talk about consent and sex (pegging, sex, oral sex)

Inspired by this ask: Shy guy ask and @dawn-petrichor-world made me do it…

Shy Guy (5) - Present

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Bucky listened to his friend’s explanations for over three hours.

He rubs his tired eyes and yawns.

“Hey! Stop yawning,” Steve grunts. “We are getting to the good part now.” The blonde points at the chart pinned to the investigation wall.

“Okay.”

“Firstly, you’ll buy flowers and snacks for your movie night with Y/N.”

“Flowers and snacks,” Bucky hums. “What else?”

“Y/N wants to cook, so, don’t forget to compliment her food. That’s important,” he points out. “Even if it tastes like old socks, you’ll tell her it was the best fucking food you ever tasted.”

“Got it.”

“Good,” Steve turns around to point at the next picture. “We talked about erogenous zones, flirting, and kissing. Now let’s get to the next level.”

“Next level,” Bucky swallows thickly.

“Just listen and learn, my young friend. This is a whole new world you will explore…”

Bucky eagerly takes notes while Steve explains the world of women, erogenous zones, and dating to him once again.

“You cannot shove your hand down her pants right away,” Steve warns. “Consent, my friend, is essential. If she grabs your hand and puts it down her pants, it’s a go.” He clears his throat. “If you are making out, and she spreads her legs, eagerly grinding against your fingers, it’s a go too. But-” He points at the next picture, "if she pushes your hand away, or says no. It means no, Buck."

“Consent,” Bucky murmurs. “I’d never do anything Y/N doesn’t want to do. I’m not like that, Steve! She’s my friend and I respect her.”

“You’re a good guy, my friend,” Steve says. “But there are guys out there, not taking no for an answer. I only wanted to point out, that sometimes your dick gets the best out of a guy. You need to remind yourself not to do anything the girl doesn’t want.”

Bucky makes a face. “I’m too nervous to even kiss her cheek when Y/N is around. I don’t think I’ll eat her pussy anytime soon.”

“Aw, my pussy enthusiast wants to give up already?” Steve grins. “You won’t!” He points his finger at Bucky. “We talked about consent. Now it’s time to talk about making out. Maybe sex too.”

“SEX?” Bucky hiccups. He rubs his chin, wondering if you already had sex and if you are kinky. He’s got no experience and is afraid he won’t be able to satisfy your needs. “Do you think Y/N is into odd things?”

“Like what?” Steve snickers. “I bet you’d love to let her shove a finger into your ass.”

“No!” Bucky mutters. “I want to do it missionary and eat her pussy. Maybe suckle her tits too.” He hums and unlocks his phone. “Do you think she’ll like this?”

“What is that?” Steve snatches the phone out of Bucky’s hands. “You’ll learn everything you need to know from me, not porn. Forget about that shit. This is only good for lonely nights when you want to beat the meat.”

“Hmm…” Not convinced Bucky glances at the phone in Steve’s hand. “They said it’s porn for women. Maybe I’ll learn something from it too.”

“No porn!” Steve insists. “You’ll get brain rot from porn. Stop watching it before you want to go out with a girl.”

“Did you watch porn before a date?”

Steve’s cheeks turn pink. He clears his throat and nods. “Worst date ever. I had a boner and she ran for the hills. But…” He grins now. “I met Sharon on my way back to the frat house and she sucked me off. A happy ending…”

“What if a girl wants to suck my dick? Do I tell her no…or…?”

“What the fuck!” Steve slaps the back of Bucky’s head. “If a girl wants to suck your dick, you will gladly accept and treat her like a goddess. Now stop with the questions. We need to talk about kissing and petting before we get to eating pussy…”

“Hi—uh,” Bucky pushes the flowers he bought into your hands. He’s a nervous wreck, and you need to hold back a chuckle. “I brought snacks too.”

“I can see that,” you cock a brow. Bucky holds a huge brown paper bag filled with snacks in one arm. “Did you think I’ll mess the food up?”

“No, no,” he furiously shakes his head. “Of course not, Y/N. I thought about bringing something for our movie night. You know, for after the dinner.”

“I was just kidding,” you grin. “Relax, Buck. It’s only us here.” You jerk your head toward the kitchenette at your apartment. “Let’s bring the snacks into the kitchen. Dinner is almost ready.”

Bucky nods, silently praying he’s ready for a date with you too. Since he met you for the first time, Bucky wanted to be your friend. It was a dream come true when you decided that Bucky would be your friend back then.

“Sure, I—thank you for inviting me for dinner, and cooking,” he inhales deeply. “Smells deliciously, Y/N.”

You look at the flowers in your hands, feeling your heart flutter.

“Thank you for the flowers, Buck. They are very nice.”

“I remembered that you like [your favorite flowers]. Your mom always bought them for you for your birthday,” Bucky proudly tells you. “I hope you still like them.”

“I do,” you smile, and giggle when he shyly looks at you. “How about you put the snacks over there on the kitchen island, and I’ll check if the pasta can be served.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Bucky places the snacks on the kitchen island. “Can I help you with the food? Do you want me to prepare the table or something?”

“The table is ready. I thought we could eat and watch a movie,” you say while tasting the sauce one last time. It’s not the best sauce you ever tasted, but you hope Bucky will like it. “Just two friends hanging out.”

“Yeah,” he nods eagerly. “Two friends hanging out.” Bucky sighs, relieved. You won’t expect him to be the perfect lover tonight. He visibly relaxes and even cracks a joke. “Eating snacks.”

You start preparing the dishes while Bucky carries the beverages and glasses inside the living room. He tries to tame his wildly beating heart, hoping you don’t recognize he’s a nervous wreck.

“Let’s eat,” you jerk your head toward the table while balancing two plates in your hands. “I got pasta and salad for us.”

Bucky watches you place the plates on the table. He waits for you to sit down and does the same seconds later. “Thank you for inviting me, Y/N.”

“Okay, this is odd. You are nervous and don’t feel comfortable,” you break the awkward moment, and crack a smile. “I need to do something about it.”

“I…sorry. I never was good at dating. And I never…” He sniffs. “I know you are more experienced, but I’ll try my best to be a good boyfriend.”

“You’re so cute and honest,” you straddle his lap before Bucky can protest. You cup his face and look him deep in the eyes. “I had a few dates.” You peck his lips. “But…” you wrap your arms around his neck. “I waited for you to make a move.” You kiss him again.

“What does that mean?” Bucky furrows his brows.

“I’m a virgin too…”

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#bucky barnes #young!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #fratboy!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #female reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #college au #fratboy au #Shy Guy (6) - Present

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valleyfae · 2 years

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WRITE THAT DARK BUCKY FIC... DO IT FOR THE WORLD. DO IT FOR THE WHORES.

DO IT FOR ME.

make him as dark and mean as you want I NEED IT

That's not very smart of you to say as dark and mean as I want but…

Are we thinking another fic for biker!Bucky? Stalker!Bucky finally getting his hands on you after watching you study in the library for the past month?

Or are we thinking consensual but hard kink/still dark? Mob!Bucky + poker night + pet/master + humiliation + degradation + dumbification + sir kink + shoe riding + exhibitionism + I could go on forever

Or my ideas are shit and you tell me what you want?

#fran's mail #i have to study for finals and work on guys my age but #🤭🤭#i also have sugar daddy!seb and fratboy!bucky fics that are planned out to PERFECTION #i could even make the sugar daddy one into an au 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

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malum-forev · 11 months

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Bingo Masterlist

Masterlist for my 1K celebration writing challenge! You can find the bingo card here

Last updated: June 26th

Stranded (Bucky x Agent!Reader)

Miscommunication (BBF!Bucky x Reader)

Receiving / Gift Giving (Avengers!Bucky x Reader)

"What makes you think you can..." (Ex!HusbandBucky/Dad!Bucky x Reader)

Can you stay? (Ex!HusbandBucky/Dad!Bucky x Reader)

Fight (Verbal) (Bucky x Agent!Reader)

Secret Relationship (Bucky x Famous!Reader)

Fake Dating (Mafia!Bucky x Paralegal!Reader)

Protective (Bucky x PR!Reader)

Who did this to you? (Mafia!40s!Bucky x MobBossDaughter!Reader)

If you'd like to participate, be sure to comment a prompt in my asks!

Bucky x Reader pairing Inspo: College!Bucky, Fratboy!Bucky, Mafia!Bucky, Agent!Reader, Husband!Bucky, ExHusband!Bucky, Dad!Bucky, BrothersBestFriend!Bucky, Rogers!Reader, Stark!Reader, Famous!Reader.

Available Prompts:

Touch Starved

Secret Admirer

"What makes you think you can...?"

Accidentally walking in on other character

Fight (verbal)

Stranded

"You deserve better"

Domestic

"Can you stay?"

Cheesy pick up line

Convincing to adopt animal/person

"Is that my shirt?"

One saves the other

"Who did this to you?"

Secret Relationship

Smut

Tending to wounds after a fight

Fake Dating

Missing/ presumed dead

Protective

Receiving/ giving a gift

One finds the other crying

Mind reader

Miscommunication

*Any gifs posted are not my own and I give the artist full credit.

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years

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Two for one

Pairing: fratboy!Johnny Storm x best friend!reader

WARNING - the following story contains: eventual explicit smut, thigh grinding/penetrative sex, oral sex (F receiving), love confessions, angst, eventual fluff, best friends to lovers trope, jealous!Johnny, reader being shy/insecure, family friend!Bucky Barnes of reader, Bisexual!Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers makes a brief appearance.

Pt. | 1 | 2 | (complete)

Summary: You and Johnny have been best friends since primary school and you’ve had a crush on him for the longest time. When you reach college and it becomes clear your feelings are one sided, you try to move on. Imagine to your surprise when Johnny expresses his dislike to that.

Johnny’s POV

24 hours later and her words still rung in my head, over and over again like a broken recorder.

“I love love you.”

“I LOVE love you.”

When she confessed to me yesterday right outside of the cafeteria, I was left standing in utter shock. Somehow it had never crossed my mind.

Her, the smart, well-educated and prettiest woman beyond body and soul I knew, let alone my best friend being in love with me, a foolish, impulsive fuckboy who doesn’t know what I’ll be doing by the end of college. It just didn’t sound reasonable nor believable, yet here we were.

So much made sense now. There were so many scenarios I could recall where I should have known she loved me beyond being friends.

A specific situation comes to mind when we first settled down in college which was about two years ago, and she came by my dorm to be met by one of my nightstands at the door, asking who she is. I quickly rushed over and greeted her with a dopey smile as I told the other chick to gather her stuff and leave. Y/N looked incredibly upset, and me being an idiot thought she was just embarrassed and mad I hadn’t warned her about someone else being here with me. It ended up with her saying she doesn’t feel well and we decided to move our hangout for another day.

Shit. How could I be this clueless?

Tonight was Saturday, and yet another party was being arranged at Fred’s clubhouse. This night might just break the streak of me always coming over, by any given opportunity.

For the first time in my life, as I sunk my body into my bed, I realized I was feeling something.

I was feeling incredibly sad. I would almost call it being depressed, and that was a rare emotion for me to feel.

The memories of all the times I would sleep in her dorm when I was too drunk to get to my own and she would offer the bed while she slept on a floor mattress, but of course I never let her. I would convince her to sleep on the bed with me, and when she was convinced enough, we would sleep so close to each other because it was so natural for us to do so. Waking up with her by my side and sober was a privilege of its own.

Something memorable that has been haunting the deepest parts of my mind without me realizing it was when we skinny dipped late at night as means of celebrating our graduation of high school. We had our towels on, covering our naked forms right before we left it flying behind us as we jumped down off the deck. We promised each other beforehand to only look into the water and not at each other, but I had broken that promise by a split second of entering into the water.

I saw her, completely naked, the moonlight defining her figure so beautifully — I almost forgot to pull myself up to the surface when we were beneath.

God, she’s breathtaking, I remembered thinking.

All of these memories made me miss her so much. This week has felt like an eternity, and I was drained despite doing little to nothing the whole week.

I started to ask myself if everything I was feeling had a deeper meaning to it. Did I perhaps love her the same way? Or was this only grief over the temporary loss of my best friend? Am I unknowingly attached to her?

I have never been in love, and I don’t think I will ever learn how to love through anyone else other than her. Then again, I knew it would be unfair to her to keep on false hope when I wasn’t 100% sure of myself. The last thing I wanted was to further fuck up our relationship and to hurt her.

She was right about one thing; she wasn’t a little girl anymore, she had said the night we split. After she told me she had a date, I knew I had lost what was once an unconscious grip I had on her.

I still didn’t want to loose that grip, but I knew it wasn’t fair for her. It’s true when people say you don’t truly know what you have until you loose it.

Suddenly, my phone rang from my nightstand and I lazily reached out to answer it.

“Hello?” I asked, not bothered to check up the person behind the call.

“Dude, where are you?”

I recognized it as Rick’s voice, one of my pals.

“At my dorm. Why?”

“What?! Why are you there? You know it’s Saturday, right?”

“Yeah…I’m too tired to be partying at Fred’s tonight. Y’all enjoy yourselves though, okay?”

“Ah…alright we will.” I was about to hang up but Rick added something that caught my attention. “I just assumed you had to be here somewhere because even that girl friend of yours is here. Guess she came alone with that guy I see she has her arm on.”

I rose up from the bed immediately and frowned. “Wait, Y/N’s there too? Who’s she with?”

“I don’t know man. Just some pretty guy with long, brown hair. Why?”

I hung up, not bothered to answer and waste more time. I had to get myself ready for the party.

2nd person POV

“Rad party. Is it really this awesome each Saturday?” Bucky, your family friend asked, amazed at the environment.

“I suppose, yeah…” you replied while you scanned the area.

You and Bucky didn’t hung out often outside of your family gatherings, but you have known each other since childhood, and Bucky had contacted you this evening as he was in town for an internship. He was by two years older than you, and you weren’t super close, but somehow Bucky radiated that energy of being a trustable person, so you were comfortable to update him about personal topics such as your current relationship with Johnny, especially since he wasn’t a part of your college community. He was perhaps the only one who knew about your feelings for Johnny before you confessed him yesterday about it.

“Well, I appreciate you for taking me here. Wouldn’t know where to go without someone who’s familiar with the place. I’ve heard about this clubhouse but haven’t gotten around to spend a night here. I hope it wasn’t a bother, especially since you mentioned a particular person likes to come here often.” Bucky said, looking apologetically at you.

You shrugged and gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, I don’t think he’ll even notice me if he’s here too. Besides, I’m more focused on finding the most handsome guy in this building and shoot my shot.” You said, saying it more as a causal joke but with a little seriousness to it.

You weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t have a mission of your own. Despite Johnny’s last week fiasco, talking and dancing with Charles had increased your confidence, and you had a goal of getting yourself known as a single woman, looking for a competent partner. Of course you weren’t expecting to find a guy right away. It was a process you had to be patient with.

Bucky smirked. “There won’t be a shot to shoot if I find him first.”

You gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Let’s make it a challenge, doll.”

A good half an hour later, Johnny entered the clubhouse, looking in every space and corner for you and the mystery guy you had apparently brought with you. It must be the guy she said she was going on a date with yesterday, Johnny thought.

At the side lines of where people were dancing, Johnny finally saw you and turned sour when he saw the guy fitting Rick’s description. You were even talking to a third guy — a blonde and quite tall one. Johnny recognized him as Steve Rogers who had recently come from the military to further pursue his education in college. He had heard a description of him repeated by many of his one nightstands; he was a man of women’s dreams.

“Fuck”, Johnny muttered under his breath.

He didn’t know why he was even here. Again his impulsiveness had put him in action. Somehow he thought he could walk up to Y/N and….— well, he didn’t even know what he would have done or said.

“Oh, Johnny, how nice to see you, baby. Was wondering where you were. The party just isn’t fun without you around,” a woman who’s name might be Claire or Clara said behind him as she walked in front and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He only knew her as someone he had slept with two weeks ago, and having her on him like this set him with a different and uncomfortable feeling he wasn’t used to.

Only a week ago, he was craving for all the female attention — yet somehow he was completely put off by it now, in a time of hurry to resolve the issues he had with Y/N.

“Oh, hey, - um yeah I’m not in the mood right now so if you could just…remove your hands away from me..” Johnny said with a timid smile as he picked her arms up and made her detach from him.

Her facade of a bubbly bimbo quickly turned off as she clearly took offense to that. “What’s your problem? I thought we had a great time last we saw each other.” She said as she placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyebrow.

“Yeah, I just don’t do that stuff anymore. Now move along.” Johnny said hastily, loosing his patience.

The woman gasped at his unbothered reply. “Asshole! What, you found someone special? You know what, — Whatever. Whoever has you wrapped around their finger wouldn’t settle down for a manwhore such as yourself.” She spat, and tiptoed her way in her high heel shoes.

Johnny was left feeling very insecure of himself with what that woman had just said. He felt empty of how he couldn’t even defend himself because it was true.

I’m just a fucking manwhore who’s been wasting my time, getting my dick wet because I could.

Shame. Yet another emotion that was awakening in him and something he wasn’t used to at all. Johnny never felt shame. He was an honest man who when he had needs, he pursued for satisfaction. But what did it help now? Was it really worth it?

He lifted his head up to see the guy with long brown hair heading to the men’s restroom. The blonde guy - Steve, had disappeared, leaving Y/N alone at the drink servings where she ordered a grape-flavored fanta. Still, while she’s here with her own reasons, she refuses to drink alcohol because in her own words, ‘it tastes like shit’. Bless her heart, he thought.

Johnny decided to follow Bucky into the restroom, seeing as it was his only opportunity to inspect him now that he was finally separated from Y/N. He made sure to avoid being seen by Y/N or his friends as they would announce his presence to the whole crowd if they saw him. He had come at the right time as Bucky was just about to walk over to the sink and wash his hands. Johnny played it off casually and went to the second sink away from where Bucky was standing, keeping a gap between the two men.

Johnny pretended he was checking for any imperfections on his face, picking up some paper to pretend he was wiping away something from his mouth.

His eyes subtly studied Bucky — specifically his neck, face and hands for anything that would indicate he and Y/N have passed second base.

No hickies…no bite marks…no scratches….

Somehow the thought of Y/N having sex with another guy made him ill. He hadn’t at all considered Y/N having sex, let alone even losing her virginity. He knew he had no right as he’s one to talk, but he couldn’t help it. The fact that he knew little to nothing about Y/N’s sexual experiences made him feel like even more of an awful friend, but then again she hadn’t ever opened up about it herself. She would literally skip sex scenes in movies just to avoid seeing them because she thought it was embarrassing, and Johnny only found her innocent demeanor to be hilarious.

For a long enough moment, Bucky audibly sighed and made eye contact with Johnny through the mirror. “I know what you’re doing, and supervising me won’t get you anywhere.”

Johnny stiffened, not at all prepared to be called out for his actions.

“Johnny, right? I know who you are. I’m not after Y/N, if that’s what you’re worried about. Though I don’t see how it’s any of your concern since you are, or should I say you were only best friends, no?”

Johnny scoffed. So he isn’t her date but just a friend, he concluded in his head. “We’re still best friends. We’re just..going through stuff.”

“She told me as such. She’s trying to move on but you can’t seem to stop her from doing so, am I right? What, you’ve caught feelings for her too but you don’t want to commit but you also don’t want to let her go? How do you think that’ll work out?”

Johnny pursed his lips, before he chuckled, though it was obviously one out of annoyance. “You don’t know shit, pal. You think you have the right to open your mouth and talk about our relationship like you know everything. Well you don’t, and you’ll never know her the way I do.” Johnny spat, getting quite irritated by the guy. He stepped closer, to which Bucky rolled his eyes at Johnny’s immatureness.

“Listen man, if you’re going to go after every guy that hangs out with Y/N, you might have to ask yourself a few questions as to why you’re doing it. Is it because you love her the way she loves you? If so, you gotta cut the shit and tell her. You also have to think wether you’re willing to drop your fuckboy lifestyle for her, because there ain’t no way you can have both. That’s just not how relationships work.” Bucky explained, with hands up in defense. “If you’re simply protective over her, that’s fair. But don’t get in the way of her having a good time when you always have. It’s hypocritical.” Bucky ended his discussion of advice and gave a condescending pat on Johnny’s shoulder before leaving the restroom, leaving Johnny to ponder heavily on what he had just been told.

Of course he knew he couldn’t have both. He didn’t want to have both either. The question was wether or not he was deserving of the one thing that mattered more.

When he walked out to the crowded space, he had no aim on where to go. He simply walked around mindlessly, not a single thought bothering him but the environment kept him uneasy.

He leaned against a wall in front of the dance floor, his eyes wandering at random couples - some grinding their bodies together in a sexual manner while others were twirling their partner for fun. He was tempted to drown himself in alcohol to not have to deal with his current dreadful emotions.

Then, his eyes caught on something that would make everything feel even worse.

She was there with Steve, slow-dancing as it was apparent they were in the midst of having a conversation. She was smiling at him, biting her lip occasionally of whatever Steve was telling her.

Johnny let out a shuttering breath as he felt what could only be described as excruciating pain through his chest.

This is what she’s been feeling this whole time.

An unfamiliar sting of a sensation in his eyes made him squint, and that was when he felt a single teardrop drip down from his cheek.

He had to wipe under his eye and study the wetness as if he couldn’t believe he was crying himself. He looked back and saw she saw laughing at whatever joke Steve had whispered in her ear.

His head was cleared up with a single reassurance that he held onto as he let the tears continue to stream.

She’s now going to be happy. You’re going to be so happy for her. Just wait and see.

For once, Johnny had won over his impulsiveness, and had convinced himself he should leave Y/N in peace. The way she wants. If this was the last time he would see her without her even sparing him a glance, he would accept it for her sake. She deserves this.

Right just before he was about to leave, Y/N and Steve rotated while they danced, making her ultimately face what was to the side of Steve’s broad shoulder.

Y/N’s POV

He was right there, staring back at me, in a way that put me so off edge.

Why was he crying? Even more notably - why was he smiling all the meanwhile? Why were all the feelings I had managed to ignore in record time coming back to me by at the mere sight of his face?

I had never seen him like that, let alone seen him crying as if you were breaking his heart.

He gave a sheepish wave and that same reassuring smile he always wore on his face when he didn’t want me to worry about something. This time it was anything but reassuring though.

My eyes followed him as he walked away, not glancing back even once when he walked out to the exit. I grew distressed as thousands of questions were swirling through my mind with a single command, begging me to check up on him.

As I faced the man before me again, all I could see was him. Those same blue orbs were staring right back at me, and it might as well have been Johnny in my eyes. A wave of emotions hit me as I felt myself getting stuck between the surroundings of many people. My breathing was getting shallow, and all I wanted now was to leave.

“U-um..I’m sorry, Steve, I think I need a little air. Thanks for the dance though.” I told Steve, and he kindly let go of me without question.

I rushed out of the clubhouse after Johnny in a hurry, and was relieved to see he had yet to reach his car which was still a few feet away from where he was.

“Johnny.” I nearly whispered his name, but it was no doubt audible to Johnny’s ears as the outside world of the clubhouse was one of silence.

He turned around at my calling. “Y/N?” He stood still on the same spot as I walked closer and studied his bloodshot eyes.

“W-Why are you crying?…Why did you…why did you leave like that as if….”

As if I’ll never see you again?

I couldn’t pick a question of which I first wanted an answer for.

He swallowed thickly as he shook his head and wiped his cheeks from any moisture that still lingered. “I don’t know….I guess I just realized then and there as you were dancing with that man that…— you were right. You aren’t a little girl anymore. And I’m not a little kid anymore either, yet somehow it’s taken this long to realize I’ve been nothing but a fool for wasting my time with things that didn’t matter and hurting the one person I love the most, —

— that person being you.”

2nd person POV

“I’m sorry, Y/N. For everything. For not picking up all the times your face fell when I was flirting with other women. For embarrassing you last Saturday night and ruining your chances with that guy. For having to contain your misery in order to keep our friendship going while I was doing shit out of satisfactory convenience. I’m so fucking sorry.”

You sniffed, wiping a tear right as it was about to shed down. You had become so emotional by everything Johnny had said — it would almost be inhuman to not be crying. You couldn’t resist it anymore as you wrapped your arms around him, giving him a hug out of appreciation for pouring his heart out to you. That he was as much as crying over the guilt which you never wanted to lay on him. “It’s not all your fault. I never told you anything, and it was obvious you couldn’t tell. I know you would have cared otherwise. Besides, it’s your life. You are single and have every right to do as you please.”

“I know….” He said with a sigh. “But I still feel compelled to ask for forgiveness because it still makes me undeserving of you, and a selfish part of me wants you to forgive me so you can give me another chance. Because as it turns out, I think…..—

— I think I may be in love with you too, Y/N.”

Your sorrowful face turned into a glare as you pulled away — unsure if he was being serious or pulling an off putting prank.

“Johnny, I’ve loved you since primary school and endured every time you’ve admittedly slept with several women at the same time. You don’t love me the way I love you.” You said sternly, hoping he would understand love wasn’t a word to throw around.

He nodded, agreeing to your statement as it was only fair. “Maybe not with everything you’ve been put through, but I want to love you that way. If it counts, I was willing to leave tonight without bothering you because I love you too much not to disrupt your chances with someone who deserves you. I know that I don’t truly deserve to be forgiven, but we’re standing here now, together. — And I believe an ‘us’ is possible if you would give me a chance now that I know there’s a possibility for us to be.”

You shook your head as you faced the ground, a sob threatening to arrupt once again during your most important conversation of all time.

“We can’t, Johnny. I’m scared…I don’t want to loose you as my best friend…” your voice cracked as you buried yourself into his chest once again, trying to hide your tearful face. He stroked your back and kissed the top of your head before he rested his chin on you.

“Lovers can still be best friends….you’re the only woman I’ve emotionally connected to in a way that ruins me if we’re separated for too long. I long for your voice and your touch….your gaze as you stare into my eyes with your beautiful ones…I hope you know I’ve meant it all the times I’ve called you beautiful. Back to when we were dressing up for Halloween and you were a princess with your cute little tiara on, — and look at you now; you’re all grown up into a lady. Still so beautiful. So pretty.” He whispered at the near end, giving your hair a few strokes for comfort.

You looked at him timidly and let out a breathless laugh as you wiped away the tears that you knew had smeared your mascara. “I always thought you said it to be nice…”

Johnny frowned, almost offended you would assume such a thing. “I wouldn’t call you beautiful if I didn’t think you were, tootsie. You think honest little me would have thought of lying about how pretty you are? We’re talking about the same kid who asked one of the old teachers why she had saggy tits. I had no filter whatsoever, baby.” Johnny said with a chuckle.

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud as the memory was brought back to you. He was making you laugh away your sadness, like old times, you thought.

You took a deep sigh after, now having the courage to look at him again in his eyes. He could only smile with content back at you and put a hair strand behind your ear as it was in the way of your eyes.

“I love when you laugh….I’m so fucking sorry I led you on. You didn’t deserve to wait this long. I was too distracted to notice how you felt, but you need to believe me when I say I have always cared about you. I love you, Y/N. I want to the same way you do, anyway. I can’t define what love is but I know you’re the closest I’ve felt to it. Give us a try. I promise, I’m willing to give up everything I once called my way of living in a heartbeat if you give me a chance.”

You sniffed once more, though you seemed to have come over your emotional wave. “I don’t know….I guess we’ll have to see if we work over a first date.” You said, adding a wink and a mischievous smile. He returned it with a smirky laugh as he clearly had an idea from that witty head of his.

“How about we get out of here? I actually have a place in mind where I want to take you. Will you allow me, princess?”

Of course you did. After all, how could you resist him when he was asking with that charming face of his?

You drove a good half an hour out from the city before you were driving along cabins and farms. You were sure you had seen the same houses before with the same late night lighting coming from the moon alone. You had requested for a hint of where he was taking you, but Johnny could only smile at you as he gave you the short reply of;

“You’ll know when we get there.”

While on the road, you had texted Bucky, apologizing for leaving on a short notice and to let him know you’re fine. You felt bad for leaving Steve too when you had been getting along the short time you spent together, but you knew he easily could get a new girl to tag on his arm with how handsome he was. There was really no other person you would rather be with than being with the person sitting right next to you.

Johnny pulled over to a small road, and the memories were soon clearing things up to you once you saw a lake with a long deck attached to the land.

You gasped in disbelief that this was the place Johnny had thought of this whole time. “We’re here? But why?”

“Because, we’re going skinny dipping, tootsie.” Johnny announced with a grin. “Just like what we did when we celebrated our high school graduation. A special place of our own.”

“So, this has become like our very own spot, huh? Or have you been sharing it with other people too?” You asked jokingly, only to regret it immediately.

“I would never. Trust me, this is only ours….— and I guess whoever owns that fancy cabin up that hill. Guessing they were the ones to set up this nice deck. I’m sure they don’t mind sharing though.” Johnny chuckled lightheartedly.

He reached out for your hand and you grabbed it with no hesitation as you walked through quietly and carefully down the short path leading to the deck.

Johnny was already in the process of removing his shirt, and you took it as cue to start undressing as well. As you had removed your fancy party dress which you couldn’t care less about, a concern came to mind when you were left with only your undergarments on.

“Um…Johnny? Do you by any chance have any towels with you?”

He had just removed his pants when he looked up at you, only briefly distracted by the image in front of him. Since when have you been using lingerie? came the question to Johnny’s mind. He was almost caught drooling but he shook away the distraction and turned his gaze down.

“Uh, no I’m sorry…this was kind of a last minute idea to come here. I should have remembered, I’m sorry. I’ll turn around though, if it’ll convince you to still dive in with me.” He said, brushing his hand over his neck in embarrassment.

“Okay…you promise you won’t look right?

“I won’t. As soon as our clothes are off, I’ll grab your hand and we’ll run forward to the water without looking anywhere else, okay?”

You reluctantly agreed and took off your last pieces of clothing while Johnny faced away and did the same.

“Are you fully undressed?”

“Yes,…you?”

He let out a sharp breath before answering positively. “Are you ready?”

You shrugged, feeling a little anxiety settling in. “As I can ever be.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Grab my hand.”

“I don’t know how without looking behind me…” you said, as you peeked through your side but couldn’t see his hand reaching out to you.

“I don’t care. It’s not the first time you’ve seen my ass. You can look at it anytime, baby.” He said cockily. You just knew he was smirking proudly of himself for saying that.

You gulped and decided to trust him for consenting to look. As you turned, you were met with his muscular back towards you, and your eyes wandered down to where his arm was reaching out to which his butt was at full display at the same eye level.

What a nice ass, was the only thing you could think of as you tried your best to not let it distract you too much. Once you grabbed his hand, you were immediately dragged off to the deck.

You ran as fast as you could, Johnny slowing his pace to match yours as he was a quicker runner. Before your anxiety could retract you, you were already jumping out from the end of deck, your bodies colliding with the water milliseconds later.

You were down below for a few moments, with you pulling up to the surface first. Johnny came up a few seconds later as he had probably challenged himself to stay under for longer.

“Hell yeah, that was awesome!” Johnny cheered as he used the palm of his hands to wipe away the water from his eyelids. He quickly looked around and saw you, rubbing your one eye, clearly in discomfort.

“You okay?” He asked out of worry when you didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, I just got something in my eye…probably a piece of seaweed or something.” You replied, still having troubles opening your one eye.

“Here, let me see.” He offered, and swam closer to you. He cupped your face with one hand to keep your head steady as he took a closer look. “Ah, there it is.” He said, and carefully touched the side of your eye to remove something that looked like a tiny part of a leaf or your suggestion of a seaweed, but it was hard to tell with only the moon light to shine things to view. He carefully picked it out, and you blinked a few times before your eye was becoming unbothered by the earlier irritation.

“Thanks. Aside from having my eye attacked, it was fun. It’s cold though.” You said and shivered with gritted teeth.

You hadn’t noticed you were so close to each other after he had helped you remove the thing from your eye, and now you were silently staring, with only the sound of the small waves hitting the surface. Your leg as they kept on swaying to hold yourself up on the surface accidentally brushed against his thigh.

“Oh, sorry…I uh, we’re kinda close right now.” You said, as if it wasn’t obvious enough.

He smiled adoringly as he could tell he was making you a little nervous. “Yeah…I guess we are.”

Your eyes fell from his eyes to his lips as you saw how red they had become from the low temperate of the water. They looked awfully kissable to you as of now. Your face closed into his as you craved him too much not to do so.

The idea seemed to have crossed his mind too because he leaned at the same time, hunger for your lips striking within every nerve and bone of his body.

He moved you back against the deck as he hung his arm on it for support and used his other hand to hold your chin for a kiss. His lips met yours in harmony, so perfectly placed together it could be an evidence of its own that you’re meant for each other. Your arms hung around his shoulders for support as you grew tired of kicking your legs to keep afloat.

He could feel your perky nipples against his chest, and he nearly wanted to have you further pressed against him — but for once he allowed himself not to follow lust. This was all about a gesture of pure love for you, one you were giving him back through the kiss. It was sweet and simple, something he wasn’t used to but it could gladly be the only affectionate gesture you shared with him if you wanted to.

Once your lips detached, you slowly pulled away to take another good look into each other’s eyes. The corner of his lips perked upwards into an amused smirk.

“Now that was even more amazing. Didn’t peg you for a good kisser, princess.”

You playfully hit him in the chest and faked a shocked gasp. “Rude!”

You got out of the water by the lakefront shortly, making sure not to look at each other while you dried yourselves as best as you could. Johnny would shake himself like a dog, making all the water splatter away and run down his body quicker.

“Well, seeing as we don’t have any towels, we’ll just have to tolerate being a little wet.” Johnny said, not at all satisfied with the feeling of soaking his boxers as he slid them back on.

You hummed as you tried to dry your hair by pressing out the water that was still contained in your hair strands. You shook your legs where most of the water had built up by the end of your body, and while it was uncomfortable to put your dry clothes back on when you were still wet, you didn’t have much of a choice.

Soon enough, you were both dressed again, and you finally faced each other to leave.

“This was kind of romantic of you, you know…I’m very happy you took me here again.” you softly commented. Johnny could only smile gleefully and tighten his grip on your hand. He pulled your hand up to his face and gave it a kiss.

“I’m glad to hear, baby.”

When you sat down on the passenger seat, you couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied about something. It was as if something was missing — like there was something you wanted to do before you left the area and wouldn’t return for the foreseeable future.

As you looked to your side where Johnny was sitting with wet hair, trying to pull out his car keys from his small pocket looking ever so sexy, you finally knew what it was you wanted to do.

“I think I want you to fuck me here, Johnny.”

He visibly stiffened when those words left your mouth. He had to look at you and see you, as if he couldn’t tell you had just asked that or if it was something he imagined. “W-What? Like Right here? Right now?” Johnny asked, not sure if he understood you right.

You bit your lip and nodded at him shyly. He gulped, not believing his luck that you were aroused. As tempted as he was to pounce over you right then and there, guilt arose and it stopped him from taking any action.

“I don’t think that’s the best idea, Y/N…shouldn’t we wait at least until we’ve been on a real first date? Or I don’t know, - have sex in like a fancy hotel or something instead? I really want to show you how much I care and love you like no other girl.” Johnny explained while caressing your cheek.

You smiled at him and held over his hand with your own. “That’s really sweet, Johnny. The fact that you’re willing to wait and plan out where we should have sex means a lot to me.” You smiled adoringly. He nodded, and was about to start the car engine but you held his jaw to face you again as you moved closer to him.

“But as a matter of fact, I really want to have sex with you in your car, while we’re at the most romantic spot you have ever thought of bringing me to, in the middle of nowhere where no one can bother us. I’m not scared anymore of showing myself to you. Please, Johnny…..fuck me. I want you so bad...” You plead - almost moaned as you rested your hand on his thigh.

He could already feel himself harden beneath his pants at the mere feeling of your pretty hand so close to his crotch was convincing enough. The fact that you were confidently seducing him told him he should give you what you want. He wanted to fuck you just as much in the tight space as you wanted to.

“Since you’re being so touchy with my thigh, why don’t we start with you riding it, princess? Wanna have you make a mess on my jeans…make yourself nice and wet for me to feast on later.” He said seductively, words dripping like sweet honey.

You climbed off your seat and leaned on him, attaching your lips to his once again — this time humming moans into his mouth as you savored the wonderful sensation which you have been dreaming of for so long. He nibbled at your bottom lip, only to groan when you hungrily pulled yourself against him for a deeper kiss.

His hands placed carefully on your hips, ever so often squeezing your flesh for his own amusement. He was trying to make access to slip his tongue inside your mouth, but you were foreign to know his intentions.

“C’mon, don’t go shy on me now. Open your mouth a little…” he muttered. You submitted to him, and let his tongue invade your mouth, occasionally dancing with your tongue before closing in for an open mouthed kiss.

“Come sit on my knee and grind yourself on it….stick your tongue out too. I wanna suck it, tootsie…” he muttered with pure lust. You hazily listened to his demands, already fucked out of your mind as you were growing wetter between your legs.

He was incredibly good at this…, you had figured as much before, but this time you fell victim of his skillful techniques of seduction.

He sucked your tongue into his mouth, and your eyes rolled back when he made you grind out with your hips against his thigh. You repeated the motion, your underwear being the only layer of clothing that separated your cunt and Johnny’s thigh.

You breathlessly pulled away, making Johnny open his eyes, his lustful gaze frowning slightly at your sudden retreat.

“I wanna…I wanna take off my underwear…” you reluctantly announced as you let out a hot breath. “Tear’em off, please…I can’t wait anymore.” You mewled in agony.

Johnny didn’t need to be told twice as he ripped them by the side and let the fabric seep away from your wet cunt. You yelped at the feeling of your ruined garment dragging along your pussy lips, creating the tiny friction you so badly craved.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw Johnny eyeing your exposed cunt, seated against his thigh. His brows knitted into a face that screamed primal lust for sex.

“Oh, fuck…would you look at that. What a cute baby pussy you have.” He purred while licking his lips. You whined at his comment, not expecting it to be his response of a reaction. He reached out and spread your pussy lips apart for a better view of your hole.

“Johnny!” You cried out, foreign to the feeling of someone else’s fingers touching your sex. When he let go, you continued to hump against him, desperate for stimulation. You clung onto him with your arms around his shoulders, your moans heaven to Johnny’s ears.

“You said you’ve had a crush on me since primary school, right?” Johnny asked huskily into your ear. You nodded feverishly, confused as to why he asked in the midst of you rubbing your cunt against his thigh.

He leaned into your ear and let out a hot breath before speaking. “That means you most definitely have touched yourself to the thought of me, right?“

Oh, he was going to be the death of you.

You buried your face into his neck in embarrassment as you whispered a ‘yes’.

He chuckled lowly and stroked your back for comfort. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, tootsie.” He assured softly. “ I’ve touched myself to the thought of you too…”

“W-What?” You asked, letting out a shuddered gasp.

“It’s true…I did it twice - maybe thrice during last year of high school because….— well, you matured and I started to find you attractive. But each time I did it, I felt so fucking guilty and I used all my willpower to stop. I made a promise that I would never try to take things further with you because you meant too much to me, and I didn’t want to make it weird between the two of us if I continued to drive that sexual feeling, so I just…suppressed it I guess. My mistake…” He admitted with a grunt.

He could feel you soaking his trousers as if they weren’t already wet enough, and he could feel your cunt pulse with each grind. He softly pulled you away to see you in a flushed out state, your eyes barely holding up as you panted. He took a good look at your cunt again.

“Look at how much you’ve drenched me, Y/N…” he cooed, patting your ass lightly.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, looking down at the wet patch with guilt.

Johnny lifted up your gaze to meet his right away. “Hey, don’t feel sorry. I’m just teasing you. I want nothing more than to dive into your wet pussy and taste your sweet juices. Would you like that? Wanna have me eat you out in the backseat, baby?”

He only needed your weak nod as clarification, and he was already pulling his seat down, making you collapse onto his chest so suddenly. You crawled to the back first and settled yourself on the corner seat to leave more room for Johnny to come behind with you. He followed soon after and towered you.

“Take your dress off and let me see your tits, Y/N…” Johnny requested.

“You gotta take off your clothes too! I want to see you..” You whined as your eyes wandered to the tent in his boxers. You almost grew thirsty as you saw a wet patch of what you could assume was precum leaking out.

“Right, right…hope I don’t scare you with my size. You’re still a virgin, aren’tcha?” Johnny asked, his mind still with the assumption you were still pure.

You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling anxious as you were about to come with the following confession; “No, I’m not actually…but I would still like to go slow since it’s been a while…”

Johnny froze and looked up at you when he was in the midst of unbuckling his belt. So I was wrong, he thought.

“Oh…— I mean, of course you’re not. Shouldn’t be surprising as most people loose it at some point during our teens…” Johnny quickly brushed off casually. “And we’ll take it slow. Don’t you worry one bit, tootsie.”

He pulled off his pants and shirt, smirking as he lastly pulled down his boxers where his hardened cock sprung free, bobbing slightly as it aimed right at you. You let out a shuddered gasp at the sight of it, finally able to conclude that the real thing beat your past imaginations of how his cock would look like.

“It’s so long and pretty…” you said, not intending to say it out loud but it escaped your mouth with no thoughts. He snickered at your compliment, which made your thighs squeeze together in anticipation, wanting nothing more but to have him inside of you.

“Nu-uh! Keep’em spread. Before I fuck you into paradise, m’gonna follow through and eat you out like I promised…” he whispered, before he bowed down in front of your pussy — so close to it you could feel his breath on you.

You whimpered when his tongue flickered at your leaking hole first, before he lazily licked a stripe upwards of your cunt. When he met the top, he licked your clit a few times before sucking on it.

Your hands held tightly onto the top of his head, not knowing where else to put them as he kept on torturing you with his slow licks.

“Hmmm…love your pussy juice, baby…might just be my new favorite taste out of everything there is….” He moaned against the soft flesh. You couldn’t see it from your point of view, but Johnny was jacking his cock off to receive some relief out of his already pent up sexual desire.

He didn’t warn you when he inserted a finger inside of you, loosening up your tight hole for what would soon come and invade your cunt.

“It’s gettin’ real fucking hot in here…wanna leak my leather seats with your sweet juices and get us all sticky in here, huh?”

“Uh-huh!” You responded with a high pitched voice, feeling yourself getting closer with how good Johnny’s fingers felt. He scissored your weeping hole, stretching it wider than it has been for a long time. “Mmmh! Oh, fuck! Johnnyyyy..” you whined his name as his tongue once again invaded your clit, his tongue circling around the sensitive nub.

He gave your pussy a few kisses before he rose up. “I could be between your legs for hours, but I really need to be inside of you before I make myself cum…”

You nodded while eagerly making yourself comfortable on the seat for Johnny to nestle himself between your thighs.

“Gather some spit in your mouth and carefully spit into my hand, princess…” he ordered you softly.

You did as he said, not really knowing why he needed it, but not questioning him as you let the liquid seep out of your mouth and onto his hand.

“There you go….” He cooed, before applying it to his cock, stroking it a few times with the slick, making your eyes widen.

Somehow he had turned you on immensely by using your spit as lube for his dick.

He held it and pointed it towards your cunt, already sinking the tip in. You grabbed onto his shoulders for better support and cried out. He grunted when he passed being halfway inside of you.

“S-So big…” you whined when he was almost all in. He hunched over you and held his hands over your hips.

“It’s okay, princess, you can take it…-fuck, you’re so tight!..” He groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut in order not to cum. “Oh god, this is something else…” he moaned under his breath.

Your legs wrapped around him with your fingers digging into his back as he began to slowly move his hips, his balls lightly tapping your ass for each roll.

“Mmmm, fuuuck…How does it feel to finally fuck your best friend, huh? It feels fucking amazing on my end, but I wanna know….” He said with a brief pause as he adjusted his hips to roll deeper into your cervix. “..Is it as good as how you imagined it to be? I need to know. Please tell me, baby.”

“Oh, yess!! Aaahh, it feels a thousand times better than I imagined! Love your cock so much, Johnny! You’re fucking me soooo good! Nghh — aaaah!” Your head threw up against the end of the seat, not having felt this good in your life.

“Yeaah, that’s it…what best friend would I be if I didn’t fuck your tight, baby pussy as good right as I do? M’gonna make you cream all over this seat, baby.” He purred.

You let Johnny drag your bra down to the point where they were fully exposed. He had longed to see those cute perky nipples of yours which earlier were firmly pressed against him, and now he could witness them bounce as he fucked you into the seat of his car. His mouth quickly invaded them, and he suckled your nipples like his life depended on it.

Your moans got louder and louder the closer you got to reach the climax you have been patiently waiting for, and Johnny could only pick up speed as he was getting close too.

“God, fuck - feels too good to be inside of you, Y/N…you’re too good for me…” he panted into your soft skin as sweat was making an appearance on his forehead and shoulders.

You shook your head with shut eyes, wanting to tell him he was wrong, but you thought it was best to show it through something else. You let go of his shoulders and cupped his face to give him another sensual kiss. He whined into it as you took the lead this time by sucking his tongue.

Suddenly, you felt your climax was about to crash over you and you breathlessly pulled yourself away for air needed for the moment.

“Johnny, I’m gonna cum! Oh God!” You cried out and curled your toes while your climax approached you.

“Aaahh there you go baby, squeeze me…” he purred into your ear, continuing the same pace of pounding into you as he was getting ready to release his own orgasm. “Oooh fuck, I’m going to fucking-!” He pulled out just in time and stroked himself while he splattered loads of his cum all over your upper stomach and breasts.

He collapsed on top of you, trying to regain his regulated breath like you. He faced you once more, and you could only giggle from the turn of events. You wiped the sweat away from his forehead and quickly kissed once more before Johnny removed himself away from you.

Now you weren’t only wet but sweaty, covered with Johnny’s cum and drenched between your legs, having only a piece of napkin from your handbag to clean up the whole mess as much as you could.

You dressed yourself up for the second time of the night, and drove away from the place that would now have two separate and very meaningful memories of your relationship.

“So, you lost your virginity too, huh? Why have you never told me?” Johnny had to ask out of curiosity as he drove your way home, trying not to sound too bothered about it.

“Oh, that��uh,” you briefly paused as you swallowed. “— it wasn’t really worth bringing up at the time. I lost it out of pity to a guy I was a summer camp leader with the year after you lost yours. It wasn’t anything intimate though, we just kinda…mutually agreed to have sex just for the fun of it in a storage room. I never let him kiss me though. You stole my first kiss back there when we were in the water.”

Johnny, while a little taken aback by the first given information, was even more surprised to know about the second one. He turned to you while cautiously following the road as he drove. “Really?? Damn, you kiss like a natural…I was convinced you had some experience…” he said. “Would you say it was a good first kiss?” He had to ask with a narrowed eye.

“Of course, Johnny…we were kissing in the water with the moon in front of us. It couldn’t get any better than that.” You giggled as you stroked his arm.

He grinned, teeth coming to view because he was just so happy. Things couldn’t have ended better after having an emotional ride of a rollercoaster from both parties this past week.

“…I’ve never done a blowjob on someone before either. I was maybe hoping if…if we aren’t too tired when we get back, I could maybe try it with you. If you want to that is,” you suggested, nervousness apparent in your voice.

Johnny swallowed thickly and let out a large sigh as your confession made his cock harden.

“We could do that, or — I could pull over right now and see just how well you can suck my dick, tootsie.”

You both knew this was far from the end of the night when you found an empty parking lot a mile later.

Note from author: This part turned out so much longer than the first one but I enjoyed adding every part of this story too much to care! I hope you enjoyed it too!

Might make a few drabbles connected to this story in the future because I really love this pairing with best friend!reader and fratboy!Johnny Storm.

Hearts & Reblogs are appreciated! <3

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