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Through Every Forest

Chapter III: Do as You’re Told

Relationship: dark!Alpha Curtis Everett x fem!Omega Reader

Words: ~3.5k

Summary: You don’t want to give in to Curtis, and he’s starting to get pissed off.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal fingering, pussy spanking, squirting, dubious consent, mention of foreign object penetration), dark fic, A/B/O dynamics, Curtis is very mean, Stockholm Syndrome, violence, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: They’re starting to fall for each other you guys, it’s a toxic love story!!

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“Don’t give me that fucking look, girl.” Curtis’s jaw ticked as he clenched it when you glared at him, grabbing your arm in a bruising grip once you finally ducked your head like you were cowed and dragging you into your plush chambers. “Now get in the tub.”

“You’re a fucking bastard.” You hissed when he slapped you before ripping off your shift, still getting in the tub as he instructed even as you tried to remain sullen.

“Yeah, I am, but you don’t get to say so.” Curtis shoved you under the water unceremoniously, ignoring your spluttering when you resurfaced as he rolled up his sleeves and grabbing the soap that had been left so he could lather up his hands. “You have to be nice to me, filly.”

“Fuck you.” You wanted to spit on him, growling when he started to rub the soap into your arm instead and leaning back against the edge of the tub. “Why did you show me that?”

You had been worried when he didn’t immediately take you back to the lodge after your hunt, shivering and chewing your lip even when you told you there wasn’t any reason to be nervous, he just wanted you to see something. And what you saw had made your gut churn, especially since you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away.

“You really don’t know?” Curtis snorted when your only response was a pout, scrubbing your other arm thoroughly then giving you a stern look. “Lean forward.”

What he had to show you was the fate of one of the used up Omegas, some dead eyed, pathetic doll of a man who could barely even talk after how many times he’d had bonds removed. The way your eyes had widened as soon as you realized what you were seeing had put the biggest grin on Curtis’s face, not even needing to watch that poor bastard take six cocks at once to get hard when your scent was filling his lungs and you were squirming against him like you were fighting the arousal he could smell from you.

“You wanted to show me how good I have it.” You gritted your teeth when he started washing your back, wanting nothing so much as to pull your knees up to your chest and curl in on yourself. “That it could be worse for me.”

“Close, but not quite.” He grabbed the back of your neck so he could yank you back into your seated upright position, tutting when you got that stubborn look in your eyes as he started to wash your chest after lathering up his hands again. “How did you feel when you saw that poor, used and abused Omega getting the shit fucked out of him?”

“Disgusted.” You tried not to shiver when his hands cupped your breasts, ignoring the way your stomach did a little flip when he rolled your nipples through his fingers. “It was horrible.”

“What have I told you about fucking lying to me?” Curtis bit back a groan when you whimpered at him pinching your nipples and tugging on them harshly, knowing that your tight little cunt was throbbing under the water since he’d broken you so many times by now. “You liked it.”

You just shook your head before gasping when he smacked your tit, trying not to wriggle when your cunt pulsed and the water between your thighs got even warmer. The fact that you spread your legs wider when he slipped one hand under the water made you want to cringe, but then his fingers were between your petals and he was playing with your clit and all your hindbrain wanted was to submit to the Alpha.

“See? This sweet little Omega hole got all slick and hot when you saw that bitch taking it.” His finger slid inside you and he growled when your head dropped back with a whine, stroking the roof of your cunt while you fluttered around him. “Because it wasn’t you. Because he was fucking weak and pathetic, but not you. Not my girl. My girl is strong, and smart, and wouldn’t just give it up for some pussy Alpha that didn’t deserve it. That’s what I wanted to show you, that you fucking thrive off winning the hunt, and that you should. Now keep being my good girl and come for me.”

Curtis bit his lip when you let yourself go, leaning forward to scent your hair while you shuddered and cried while he kept working your fluttering pussy with his fingers until you were wrung out. You hated the fact that you preened when he kissed your temple, turning to tuck your face into his shoulder and weeping uncontrollably while he rubbed your back to help soothe you.

“It’s okay, let it all out.” He hushed you softly when your body kept shaking with sobs, scooping you out of the water and wrapping you in a towel while you looked at him with red eyes and let him rub you dry before he was holding your face in his hands while you sniffed. “Pretty girl, you feel better?”

You just nodded at him while he pulled back the covers for you, crawling under them and curling your body up while he tucked you in. He leaned over to give your hair another kiss once you had settled, squatting so his eyes were level with yours and gently pushing your hair away from your face.

“And you’re gonna be good for the next hunt and try your best to kill the asshole I send after you?” Curtis smiled when you nodded again, turning your light off before walking to the door that joined your rooms to his. “You rest up, filly. Gonna give you a week off for being so good. I’ll see you for your walk tomorrow, maybe get you a new book.”

You perked up as much as you could when you heard the door open, rubbing your cheek against the blanket you had been placing in your nest and mewling softly when Curtis walked in. He had the leash with him, and that made you pout, wanting to finish your nest and get some sleep before you had to run tonight.

“I know, filly, but I want those muscles nice and warmed up before your hunt.” Curtis beamed when you just sniffed in annoyance when he reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear and refused to meet his eyes. “But you’ve been so good the past two weeks, can I trust you if I don’t put on the cuffs?”

“Fine.” Petulance seemed to be the last shred of fight you could hold onto, glaring at Curtis even as you tilted your head back to let him fasten the collar around your throat. You definitely weren’t going to try anything, though, the memory of the one time you had managed to get away from him then gotten fucked in the open with one of the guard’s batons still fresh in your mind and making your thighs clench.

“Mmm, I can smell that sweet pussy from here, goddamn.” Curtis chuckled when you gave him a halfhearted hiss, petting your hair and dangling the panties that were going to be used in your hunt right in front of your face. “Probably won’t even need these to track you down, but put them on anyway.”

You grumbled when you bent over to pull the pink lace on under your shift, wincing when Curtis yanked on the leash so you had to keep your gaze on him while you completed your humiliating actions. He just kept grinning at you once you were finished, tugging on the leash until you trudged after him with a sullen pout on your face.

It was utterly degrading being paraded around like this. Every time you passed one of the other Alphas you had to pretend like you couldn’t hear their snickering and do your best to hold your head high. Curtis loved it, though, only getting caught off guard once or twice when he snarled at noticing one of his men gazing at you for a little longer than he would have liked. He did love showing you off like his little prize horse, though, especially right now while you were in heat and looked all breedable and shit. Made him feel itchy under his skin like he did right before his rut started, he might have to consider upping his dose of suppressants.

At least the air was fresh and clear, and the sun was out. When he brought you to the edge of the fence and let you rest you closed your eyes and let the sunlight warm your skin, forgetting for a moment where you were and everything that had happened to you. But then he was tugging on your leash and you had to open your eyes and see him standing so close to you that every time you breathed your lungs were filled with his scent. That cold, woodsy, pure Alpha scent that you hated and made your already swollen pussy throb even harder.

“What?” He was looking at you like he wanted something, and you weren’t in the mood for one of his games when you were right on the precipice of your heat. You should be in your nest. “What do you want?”

“C’mere.” He grunted and yanked you even closer, ducking low so he could scent your hair and rumbling when you grudgingly tucked your face into his shoulder and let the fingers of his free hand trail down your spine. “You really are my good girl, aren’t you? You just like putting up a front.”

“No.” You just snorted and glared at him when he tucked his fingers under your chin, letting him tilt your face up so he could look at you and glaring at him. “I’m not.”

“If I have to keep telling you not to lie to me, I’m gonna get pissed off.” He popped you on the cheek when you snorted again, grabbing your jaw aggressively and shaking your head while you kept that stubborn look on your face. “Now, are you my good girl?”

“Ye-yes.” You gasped when he rubbed his bearded cheek against your temple and let out a deep rumble, your hindbrain swimming with the need to submit to the Alpha even while you struggled to keep your spine up. “Your good girl.”

“That’s right, filly.” Curtis kissed the top of your head when you buried your face in his chest and mewled softly. “And you love showing off, even when it’s not on a hunt. All fours.”

The fact that he didn’t even bother trying to command you anymore but just knew you would submit anyway should have bothered you, but it didn’t. You kept your eyes fixed on his while you sank to your knees, placing your palms on the cold ground and spreading your legs as he slowly circled you. This had become the new routine before hunts, apparently the assholes who wanted a chance to catch you also liked to inspect the goods, so to speak, so now Curtis was charging them exorbitantly for the privilege of watching your tight, pretty cunt make a mess of your panties through the cameras he’d set up at the edge of the compound.

Curtis slowly dragged the hem of your shift up your hips until it was settled around your waist, patting your head when you arched your back and mewled at the feeling of the chilly air blowing against the soaked lace at the apex of your thighs. The insides of your thighs were shiny with your own slick, the outline of your pussy clearly visible through the wet fabric and clenching for the cameras while Curtis knelt beside you.

He gripped the fabric stretched over your hips and yanked on it until it was firmly cupping the plump folds of your cunt, hushing you when you whined and wiggled your ass needily. Your fingers curled in the soil under your hands when he smacked your pussy, another wave of slick gushing out of you when he did it a second time as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Such a good girl.” Curtis cooed as he started petting your cunt, feeling your swollen clit pulse under his fingers as blood rushed to his cock when you let out a small whimper. “So pretty, just look at how responsive this tight little Omega hole is. You know what to say.”

“Please, Alpha.” Even though you hated the farce of begging him, you still wanted to come, pushing your cunt against his fingers when he toyed with your button. “I’ll be good, let me come, please.”

Curtis swatted your cunt again and bit his lip when you let yourself collapse on your elbows, pinching your clit and rolling it between his fingers while your breathing grew deeper and your gut grew tight. He increased the pressure on your tiny bundle of nerves until your legs started trembling, rubbing your sensitive pussy harder and harder until your breath caught.

Your heat meant that you were already so close to falling over the edge, you couldn’t stop whining and panting and looking up at Curtis with pleading eyes while everything below your waist throbbed wildly. You refused to beg him, he didn’t deserve it, and you hated giving him any sort of satisfaction, stubbornly trying to hold onto the last shreds of dignity you had left.

Then he yanked on the leash at the same time he shoved his fingers inside you through the sodden lace and you broke, sobbing and kicking your feet feebly while you teetered on the edge of your pleasure. And he just held you there, gently petting the inside of your cunt and barely rubbing his palm against your clit until he saw those pretty tears leaking down your cheeks.

“C’mon, filly.” Curtis leaned down and spat on the fingers that were plunging into your clenching hole, grinning wickedly when you choked at him pulling the collar tight until your tongue looked out of your mouth and your eyes rolled back in your skull. “Ask me to come like a good little bitch.”

“P-please, Alpha, please…” your voice was hoarse while you choked out your plea, struggling to focus your vision and crying softly when he still didn’t increase the pressure of his touch. “I’m your good girl, lemme come, please Alpha.”

“Go on then.” He drove his palm against your clit at the same time he viciously stroked your g-spot and you wailed, shaking violently and gushing so much slick it started to pool in a puddle on the ground between your knees. “Such a good little pussy, showing off for all your fans.”

You couldn’t help but purr when he scooped you off the ground and cradled you against his chest, burying your face in his shoulder and breathing his scent in deeply while he carried you back to your rooms. Curtis kept cooing soft praises at you when he set you in the nest, kissing your hair and calling you his good girl while he slid the panties down your legs and handing them off when they brought your food in.

“C’mon honey, you’ve gotta eat.” Curtis pulled you into his lap and grinned when you rested your head on his shoulder, scooping up some rice and holding the fork up to your lips until you took a bite. “That’s my girl, can’t have you collapsing in the middle of your run.”

“Don’t wanna fucking run.” You winced when he grunted with displeasure, curling closer to him and taking another dutiful bite when he held the fork up again. “I wanna stay here.”

“Do you?” He felt you shudder after he fed you another bite, the hand that wasn’t feeding you rubbing your back while you tried to ignore the cramps wracking your body. “Are you getting sweet on me, filly?”

“No.” You wanted to cry, all you could think about was curling up in your nest with him next to you, and you hated it. “Maybe.”

“Well fuck me.” Curtis hushed you gently when you whined, setting your empty plate aside and cupping your jaw in one giant hand while he rubbed his cheek against your temple. “You really are my girl, aren’t you? Oh, I’ve really spoiled you, poor thing.”

All you could do was whimper when he kept scenting you, gripping his shirt tightly and rubbing your face against his throat as you gave yourself over to him. This was easier, fighting it was so much work, maybe you could just stay here and let him take care of you.

“Let me stay with you.” You wiggled in his lap and pressed your lips against his skin, peeking at him through your lashes and sliding your fingers over his chest in an effort to please him. “Alpha, I can be so good, I’ll take your knot however you want, I’ll let you breed my little Omega pussy. I can carry your pups, I’ll give you so many.”

“Oof, I can’t say I’m not tempted, pretty girl.” He kissed your forehead before gently pulling your face away from him, chuckling when you pouted and tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “But, some fat millionaire paid out the ass to try to catch you while you were in heat, and I don’t offer refunds. Good news is, you’re gonna have an easy time beating that fucker.”

“Hmph, okay.” You sniffed when he moved you off his lap and rose to his feet, giving him a grudging smile when he gripped your chin between his fingers and tilted your face up. “Do I get to see you once I kick his ass?”

“Of course, filly.” Curtis felt a strange urge to lean down and kiss you full on the lips, call off the hunt and spend the next three days knotting you and filling you with his cum while he bonded you and really made you his. He definitely needed to up his suppressants. “I’ll always take care of my good girl, you’re gonna coast through this hunt. Then I’ll spoil you like you deserve.”

His words echoed through your mind when you were deep in the woods, not even needing to break into anything faster than a light jog when you caught another whiff of the lardass that had paid to chase you. You were getting bored of this, it wasn’t even a challenge, no matter that your heat was making you want nothing so much as to present yourself to the nearest Alpha and get bred.

Another hint of overripe mandarin and musk tickled your nose and you almost gagged, finally getting fed up and leaning against a tree as you waited for your hunter to catch up to you. It took him a good five minutes, giving you plenty of time to find a nice heavy rock before he waddled into view.

“There you are.” He could barely catch his breath, you didn’t think you could be more disgusted. “Thought you were gonna be harder to track down, but you just knew when you were dealing with a real Alpha and couldn’t wait to submit.”

“I got sick of smelling your fucking stink.” You hefted the rock when he started to circle you, hissing at him and snarling when he got close. “You’re not a real Alpha, you’re a fucking joke.”

“That’s no way to talk to your new mate.” He had the audacity to sneer at you. “Bet you’ll be nice and pliant once I…”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish, rushing him and cracking the rock against his skull over and over and screaming with frustration when he fell to the ground. He didn’t deserve you, none of them deserved you. None of them except him.

Someone pulled you off the asshole who thought he could have you before you could deliver a killing blow, your feral scream cut short when you caught his scent and knew it was Curtis whose arms were wrapped tightly around you. He was smiling when your gaze found his, his face the only thing you could focus on while other people milled around you and got rid of the man you didn’t care about.

“Such a good girl.” Curtis crooned when you winced as another cramp twisted your gut, picking you up and carrying you to the ATV while members of his crew gave you dirty looks. “Gonna let you take a nice long soak in your tub, might even join you since you did so good.”

#curtis everett fic rec #abo dynamics #smut #dark

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w0nderw0man-reading · 1 year

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“It’s okay to break.” - “I’m not going to break.” with my baby Bucky please 🥺💜

Mir 🥺 I had to hold myself back from making this longer 🤍

“Bucky?” You called from where you stood on his doorstep. You wanted to check on him, to make sure he was okay after that last mission.

You all knew the risks of taking him on that one, infiltrating not just any hydra base, but the one you learned he was held in. The mission was a success - you brought the building to rubble and ash for him - but after, he was quiet and reserved. More than usual.

When you’d gotten back to the compound, he silently walked off towards his room even though it was routine procedure to get checked by Cho’s nurses after any mission. You gave him some time, but when dinner came and went and he still hadn’t shown face, you decided to check on him.

So here you were, knocking on his door at almost midnight, trying to get a glimpse just to make sure he was alright with a plate of food from the dinner he’d missed. You listened for any sort of shuffling movement on the other side while the cold tile of the hall seeped into your bare toes.

You raised your hand to knock again when the handle jiggled before turning. The door pulled back to reveal a solemn looking Bucky on the other side and your heart sunk into your stomach.

“Hey,” you tried to give him a small smile, a tilt of your lips really, and he tried to give one back, but his lips barely moved.

“You missed dinner,” you muttered, slowly holding the plate up so he would notice it. “I thought you might be hungry.”

“I’m good,” he tried to claim, but right after his stomach growled so loud you could hear it from where you stood three feet away.

You tried to hold in your giggle as he sighed and squeezed his eyes shut before stepping aside.

“Alright fine, maybe I’m a little hungry,” he stated as he held his hand out to motion for you to come in.

You sat with him while he slowly ate, mostly just pushing the food around his plate, disinterested.

“Are you okay?” You asked once he’d put the rest of the food in his fridge. “I know today must’ve been a lot for you, emotionally.”

“I’m fine,” he claimed, sitting across from you on his small couch.

“You know it’s okay if you’re not right? It’s okay to break.”

“I’m not going to break,” he looked over at you, the first time since he’d let you in and you could see the raging mix of emotions swimming in his eyes. “I just needed some time to think.”

“Okay, but still. Just know it’s okay. You don’t have to be this strong man who doesn’t let stuff get to him. And if you ever need to talk, you can always talk to me. Whatever you tell me remains locked in here,” you pointed to your heart. “Your secrets are safe with me.”

He huffed somewhat of a short laugh at that and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. There was a sort of pride surging through you at getting him to crack just a little.

“I might take you up on that,” he looked down at his clasped hands for a moment before looking back at you. “Go get some shoes on.”

Your back straightened and you raised your eyebrows. “Why?”

He stood from the couch, holding a hand out to pull you up, “I was thinking we could go get milkshakes at the diner down the street. I’ll spill my secrets to you but only over sweets.”

Come join me for a drabble weekend!

#bucky barnes fic rec #comfort

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w0nderw0man-reading · 1 year

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For daddy Bucky<3

“Nobody will know if you’re quiet”

jade green daydream

dbf!bucky x f!reader ; [3.7k]

⚠️ minors dni, explicit content. | 🏷️ daddy, established relationship, secret encounter, laundry room sex, semi-public sex (they're at a party?), soft!dom!bucky, orgasm delayal.

Usually, Bucky was better at hiding how much he wanted you.

That's why you pulled this move tonight—using the jade green dress that Bucky had bought you had been bold. Daring. A little bratty, if you would. Not something his usual 'good girl' would do, but something that needed to happen.

Defying Bucky had been buried deep inside your mind since the second you first laid eyes on him, three years ago at your eighteen birthday party, and it had never left. Never diminished or dissipated, not even with him finally giving everything you wanted: the attention, the touches, the praise, the feelings, the rush.

Bucky had been yours for a whole year now, but the first six months of trying were a tentative, rocky road.

Now was when you were putting your claws out.

And the effect... it was beautiful.

At first, you think your shot's wasted.

When you first walked in, Bucky had only looked.

Fixed, frozen, under a spell.

Not a muscle moved in his body, but that, you were used to. Initially, you had mistaken it for hatred, even. A deep dislike, or perhaps indifference. The man your father introduced as "this is James, darling" looked stoic, serious, and every bit as business-like as any other one of his boring, old colleagues. As beautiful as a man could be—his beard had initials signs of the grey taking over him, and even in his slicked back hair the platinum strands shone under the party’s light, as a bold and clear statement that James sent: he had no shame in them.

Who the hell would have? He’s Adonis.

Adonis proved to be more than a lifeless, made-of-numbers guys.

There was no bark in him—Bucky kept things polite, classy, and elegant most of the time.

He never cursed. Always smiled in contained ways—his jokes were never crude, and your father loved him. “So good, that kid,” he said, multiple times over that first year. Bucky quickly made his way into your father’s small and annoying little circle of men that often showed up at the mansion for their gin or bourbon, pool games and Cuba cigars.

The first time his mask slipped, you knew it had been the alcohol.

Just like tonight.

Bucky kept it cool, at first.

He smiled in your direction, but soon was back at talking in his melodic and pleasing tone with your mother and a few of her work colleagues about the intricate but delicate state of modern art work creation in the rooms of Hollywood; entertaining enough for her circle of friends, and interesting enough for you to stick around.

It was her birthday. You couldn’t be mad at Bucky for giving her attention.

But damn it, you hoped for more.

The dress received looks when you walked in.

It reminded you of the feeling of putting it the first time in that Valentino store in Paris. The secret gateway weekend with Bucky where you were finally allowed to hold his hand somewhere, and where he let out his inner lion.

The image of Bucky with a champagne glass in hand in that enormous leather cream couch, with his legs spread wide open in the most douchebag pose you had ever seen—it suited him. It fucking clicked with his expensive suit and shoes, and that smug corner-of-the-lip smile that only you seemed to see, it burned behind your eyelids.

Dreams ever since you came back from that fortnight in a parisian dream molded themselves around the crinkle in his eyes, and were often painted in hues of light, sapphire, and royal blue.

If those all complimented his eyes and the way they glowed like starlight when looking at you… well. That was between you and the four walls of your bedroom.

“Darling,” your mother called your attention.

Right.

Clearing your throat, you nodded, and ripped your eyes away from his black suit. “I’m sorry—I’m trying to remember all the good movies he wrote, but I’m coming up empty,” you joke.

The circle around you laughs, and your mother rolled her eyes fondly. “I don’t know why I ask an Art graduate and expert her opinion. Honestly—it’s impossible to please you.”

“You know what they say about apples and trees,” you sing song.

With a kiss to your temple, your mother laughed some more, and then launched on back on her opinionated rant of the director you had barely heard the name, and that’s when you first saw—

the first slip.

Bucky wasn’t looking at your face.

Instead, his eyes were glued to your exposed thigh. The slit of the dress was high, very high, and according to him on the store, one of the main reasons why he loved the design on you so much.

His love for your whole body had been noted, written, painted, and marked by him. With his lips, his fingers on piano keys, his hands tracing all over your naked body while he sat almost fully clothed inside his art studio.

Of course it would be the leg.

Feeling boldened by his eyes on you, the leg does it on its own—a slight and gentle tilt upwards, and his eyes snap in your direction.

His gaze holds yours for just one second, and you can feel the heat taking over you.

That’s when the game starts.

Forbidden, as much as it can be, but a dance that you two have grown great at: the subtle art of threading silk-thin lines connecting you two until an entire conversation existed without a word being said. Looks that went on all night, revoking each other’s attentions from conversations all the other way from across a room, until the first one has lost all focus, all notion of where the conversation went, lost.

He did it better than you.

Bucky could keep his composure for longer, which is why you had brought in the big guns.

You wanted to see him lost in desire, if only for once.

Wanted to see him blushing, in the same way you were left many times just by the sheer presence of him standing behind you.

Only when you see him swallowing thickly the bourbon in his hands is that you note that the dress is working.

Not once before was Bucky so… adamant, about looking at you.

But there he is—with his eyes fixed on you from across the pool.

Staring at you from inside the kitchen while you speak with friends outside.

Finding a way to always be in your line of sight, somehow—or better yet, a way for you to be in his.

It takes a little over an hour before he disappears, and ten minutes more after that for you to finish your way in the conversation you are to go and look for him.

With the party in full swing, it’s easy for you to lose other people, but with the size of your goddamn house, you’re roaming aimlessly for a while.

He must sense it, because a message arrives.

Him 🖤 Your favorite hiding spot, missy…

Laundry room.

You try to keep composure as you walk there, but it’s hard.

It’s been a while, and you’re still wondering, day after day, how is it that Bucky has this type of control over you. Whether it’s normal to be this attracted to another person; a pull that seems to have its own magnetic field. Its own North.

Between you and Bucky there is gravity—unique, intense, and solid. It has its own life. It pulls and calls to you. Just like always, you find him almost as if on instinct; this would be the next place you were going to after checking the cellar.

When you open the door, he’s standing right there.

Hands in his blazer pocket. The bourbon glass empty, placed right next to him.

Bucky looks up when you open the door, and smile.

Storms could start breaking the skies at this moment, and you would hear nothing. The room is filled in one second; it goes from empty to a box of pure electricity in the span of a second, and both of you are to blame.

What seconds ago smelled like fabric softener of the best kind — something aprhodisiac, sweet, and yet comforting — starts smelling like lust.

Bucky’s eyes finish drinking you in, and then chuckles. “What?” His voice is low, as always. “I don’t bite, duchess.” A lie.

His right hand exists the pocket, and his fingers make a ‘come hither’ motion.

North, meet South. Like gravity happens when an object is dropping mid-air, his fingers create the invisible thread, and your body waltzes inside. The door is closed with the heel of your shoe, and the sound of the door clicking is comforting.

In a few steps, you’re standing right in front of him, and the first thing you do is breathe.

A deep, steadying breath. His eyes are on the cleavage of your dress when his arms wrap around your waist. “God, this was the best thing I’ve ever purchased,” he whispers, pulling you closer to him.

Your hands come up to his chest, soothing the silky smooth fabric. “Was it?”

“A hundred per cent.”

That’s a bold statement. You giggle, rising your body slowly to get your face closer to his. “You’re a multi-millionaire investor who owns property from California, to Tokyo, to Dubai… and this is your peak?” The smell of his aftershave is intoxicating. How the fuck can that be? One deep inhale and you’re no longer here; you’re in Bucky Land, where everything about his existence is amplified and everything else is background noise.

His hands are spread wide on your lower back, massaging in a gracious touch wherever they go. “Affirmative.” Sometimes, Bucky’s old military comes out to play. Without a fail, you shiver every time. “Look at this,” he whispers back, hand continuing on its infinite mission.

“My hands have a mission, Duchess.”

“Do they?”

“They do.”

“And what would that be, hm?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Hmmm… not really.”

“This… right here.”

“Touching me?”

“Precisely.”

“Oh…”

“Touching all of you. For as long as you let me. In every possible way that can make you smile. In every way that can bring you pleasure.”

Pointing out that looking at yourself right now is the last thing you want would be rude, so instead, you nuzzle against his neck, pleased with the attention you’re finally receiving. His hands caress your ass without groping, touch on the side of your waist, and he seems to be as lost on your body as you are on his cologne.

“I thought we had a deal,” Bucky’s tone was so even.

You, on the other hand, could already feel the effects of his presence. “What deal?”

His next hum preceded the condescending tone of his, “Playing the act of dumb kitty, are you?”

You giggled. “I didn’t do anything to break our deal.” No more sex at your parents’ house, Duchess. This… this is the last time. Deal? “I behaved. All night long.”

“I’d spank you if I didn’t know how loud you get.”

That alone pulled out a whimper. Made your inner thighs clench together.

“See?” Bucky chuckled, sounding already so evil. “You’re already running hotter than a Californian summer afternoon. How can you have been behaving?”

“I didn’t—” his hand on your dress slides to the exposed thigh, and when they make contact with the skin, your breath hitches. “I didn’t do anything,” you insist, albeit a little more breathless.

Against your will, your body’s already pushing closer to his.

Bucky plays along. He caresses your inner thigh, and his eyes close when he feels your breathing spiking. When he asks you next, his voice is an octave lower. “This dress isn’t you doing something?” The question is rhetorical. When his fingers are tracing lines that lead to your inner thigh, anything is rhetorical because all you can think about is what you feel—him. He pushes on, “‘Cause I could swear it was you doing something, very clearly,” and then he grips. His whole hand squeezes around your thigh, making you clench once more.

If there was a game — there was —, then Bucky wins. (He always did.) If there was a game, this is the point where you forget if there are rules or not, because his hand that was on your lower back climbs through your back until it lands on your nape, and the firm grip it puts in there grounds you to Earth again. You’re thankful for him, even if your mouth feels like cotton candy. “You bought it for me,” is your weak excuse.

His laugh in your ear means he buys it, to some degree. “I did.” Finally, finally, he seems to get enough of looking. Bucky’s head dips lower until his lips are hovering over yours. “But you also remember what I did that night.”

Another whimper, and much louder this time.

“Put on the dress, Duchess. Only the dress. I’m gonna fuck you with it still on, just like you wanted me to do at that store, right on that balcony. For the entire city to hear. And they’ll hear you, right? They’ll hear how fucking good Daddy makes you feel.”

“I guess you do remember,” Bucky smiles.

“It wasn’t that long ago.”

His hand in your thigh pinches you skin, making you whine, and his smile turns wicked. Turns into a Chesire cat grin. “She’s so smart tonight.” Bucky leans until only a breath separates you two. “Smart mouth.” His hand dips lower, higher, and your legs spread apart almost as if on command. “Smartypants…” they go searching.

They find the panties, but Bucky knows his way around them with eyes closed and hands tied behind his back at this point.

When he pushes them to the side, you all but melt against his weight.

It’s a testament to how much you two have done this, to all the positions and situations that he’s placed you in that your body knows that he’ll catch you without even asking. Your eyes close when his fingers make a slow path between your folds.

They find what they always do—a river, a waterfall, the sticky sweet fact that he’s been affecting you all night long.

He groans, and at last closes the space between your lips.

It’s in his mouth you muffle the obscene sounds you want to let out. Bucky’s middle and ring finger are spreading the lips of your pussy apart to spread your slick on your clit, and his kiss has the languid and expert patience of someone who knows the precise way to melt you with his mouth. He pushes and pull until you two are in the same rhythm, and then sucks on them until your mouth opens up for him.

Your arms cling around his neck.

Kissing Bucky while he makes slow work of your clitoris is the best kind of torture. He’s patient, his hands have enough skilled dexterity for him to make a pool of wetness between your legs before slowly pushing his fingers in while the other massages the neck that holds you pinned to him, and if it weren’t for his weight pressed on one of the washing machines behind him, you’d be on the ground.

So slow. He moves like a jaguar that has spot its prey and is only making its way to it—eyes fixed, fingers buried in deep, mouth swallowing down all the noises. When air is needed and both of you pull back for it, Bucky’s pink lips are connected to yours by a string of saliva, and he’s massaging the spot he’s already found inside of you.

Each groan next becomes a silent scream.

He seems to hear them either way. “God, duchess…”

“Buck—”

“Shhhh.”

Bastard. “Too good—Buck—fuck—”

“I know, I know. Shhhh.” He laughs again, pushing his fingers deeper this time. “I know just how you like it, hm?”

“Yes.”

“Good. But you gotta remember… there are still people outside.” Your whine means that reminder is the last fucking thing you need. “Don’t worry… Nobody will know if you’re quiet.”

Does that mean he’ll let you cum? God, you hope yes. Bucky’s pressing your spot repeatedly, and your legs already feel weaker. You never have any clue how his hands never hurt from doing this, but Bucky will sometimes make you cum two times just like this before fucking you at last, and if you had never seen him work out, you’d be scared for his wrists.

Being quiet is a task.

But the edge is so close, and everything feels so good, that you ignore everything.

“Fuck,” you can feel a single drop of sweat forming underneath his palm at the back of your neck. The air around you two is hotter as well, and you can feel the snap of your orgasm approaching with each deep thrust of his fingers. “Daddy…”

As if you had said the magical word, Bucky does the last thing you’d expect.

He pulls his hand out, leaving you feeling empty and burning.

Your gasp of shock makes your eyes snap open, and there he is, sucking his slicked fingers into his mouth, and closing his eyes in pleasure.

What the—”Bucky.”

“That’s for wearing this without giving me any warning.” The statement comes out sharp, but not unkind. Fuck. Punishments are so rare that you almost forgot they’re a thing, and your next whine sounds like a choked sob. “Don’t gimme those sad eyes.” Bucky leans closer to your face. “Do you know what you did to me?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“I almost got hard, right there in the middle of the party. You put highlighter on your collarbones, Duchess. You’re wearing my favorite perfume on you, and god…” he holds you by your arms to pull you back so he can look at you again, from head to toe.

You imagine what a sight you must be.

The things he’s seeing right now.

Your hair must be frizzly—static, and everywhere. Your cheeks are on fire, for certain. As red as your chest, and as warm as the inside of your legs.

Bucky’s eyes are almost all black, no blue.

“Do you know what I left to do?” he asks.

You shake your head, trying both to answer you and clear your mind to ask him for something, for please, some mercy. For him to do anything; take whatever he needs, but just give you one bit of release, when he puts his hands in his pocket again and—

a condom.

Bucky left the party to go to his car, and retrieve a condom.

Your eyes widen, and he laughs at you.

“Yeah.” He sounds as in disbelief as he looks. “Even though this is the last thing you deserve—fuck, I should edge you ten more times before doing this, but you win. Okay? Tonight, you fuckin’ win.” Bucky rips the packet open with his teeth, and that’s when you look down.

When you notice that all this time when you leaned against his torso and rubbed yourself back on his hand, shamelessly searching for your own pleasure, Bucky had been rock hard. The tent in his pants made you almost lose every inch of composure you had—you almost drop to your knees right there and then, but you know he has other plans.

Instead, you turn around, and lean forward against the nearest surface.

You hear him curse in the back. Hear him take off his blazer, and with a side glance, see him place it next to the glass. You observe him roll up his sleeves, and for a second, your gazes meet. Bucky smiles at you, and you try your best not to wiggle your ass. When you hear the sound of his zipper, and the sound of Bucky putting on the rubber before his broad frame is clouding behind you again, you sigh, content.

It’s a hasty dream after that.

An usual song for you. The way Bucky slicks himself up with you is your bourbon, and your pussy all but sucks him in. He bottoms out with a soft grunt, and his levarage is gained by taking hold of all of your hair in one hand.

He leans in closer until his face is on the crook of your neck, and it’s with lips pressed on your earlobe that he asks, “Slow or fast, Duchess?”

You’re so close. “Fast. And deep.” You’re already half gone. “Please.”

He never fails at delivering.

This time, Bucky doesn’t stop.

When he starts, it takes only a minute for Bucky to gain momentum. He takes his time at first, angling his hips in a slightly different position at each thrusts until he finds the one that makes you clasp your hands around his with nails and all—that’s when he puts a hand over your mouth, pulls you like that until you’re half-facing him, and starts a fast, deep, and brutal pace.

He fucks you until you’re both closing your eyes at the feeling, drunk in lust and the nasty, wet sounds filling the room. Bucky snaps his hips until your eyes are rolling at the back of your head; the rhythm is everything you needed, craved for all night long.

It was your goal when you put on the dress.

The dream you had when you first saw it on a window in an unknown street.

Bucky fucks you until you’re shaking, spasming and cumming all over his dick. That’s when he finally grunts and lets it go; when he buries his face in your neck and whispers your name, his hips finally slowing down inside of you.

It takes a while before either one of you is back to reality.

He speaks up first.

“I should buy you more stuff.”

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Why do I imagine Luis telling Bucky's story in my head? 😂

Hi Jen! Congrats on the 1K ❤️ You deserve them all and so much more!

I’m sorry that I’m a little bit late with sending in a request but would it be possible to do “The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one” with Mr. Bucky 🥺 All the love and hugs to you!

AN: Hanna, my love! I hope you enjoy this!

ANd this brings my celebration fics to a close. You still have plenty of time to write your own Challenge Fic for inclusion on my celebration masterlist.

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Summary: You’re perpetually chipper and happy. The steely-eyed brunet you run into outside your work is not.

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

CW: Grumpy Bucky, Meet Cute, Fluff and flirting.

You’re always happy. Nothing ever seems to get you down. So much so, that even your friends call you ‘Sunny’. Que sera, sera was your motto. No use crying over spilt milk, etc. Life is what you make of it, so you choose to make it joyful. Your best friend thought that your receptionist job would eventually wear you down and turn you into a cynic, like her, but no. It was like being upbeat was your superpower.

It was therefore a normal morning as you walked down the sidewalk, humming along to the music pumping through your earbuds, on your way to work. The subway hadn’t been packed, the sun was shining out from behind the clouds and you knew it would be a wonderful day, especially once you’d picked up your hazelnut latte from old Frankie, the street coffee vendor half a block from your office. He always had your drink waiting for you and you always had just slightly more than the exact change, rushing away without taking the change, no matter how many times he’d tried to either catch up with you, or insist the next one was on the house. Thinking about that first sip of nutty-sweet milky java had you almost salivating. Unfortunately it also distracted you.

You registered the bump, followed by a curse that was loud enough to pierce through the music pulsating straight into your ears. You turned to see a man in a leather jacket, with short brown hair, swiping at the patch of wetness on his jeans with a gloved hand, while an empty paper coffee cup lay on its side on the ground. You pulled out your earbuds and then, without thinking, pulled a handful of paper napkins out of your purse. You dropped to a crouch in front of him and started to pat at the dampness.

“I’m so sorry! I was just distracted by the beauty of the day and the thought of my first coffee, and I just didn’t see you, and I hope you’re okay and…”

Your brain kicked in as two things happened. Firstly, you realised that you were patting very close to the stranger’s crotch. Secondly, the napkins were being pulled out your hand very firmly and you were being pulled to your feet.

Blue.

That’s what you noticed first.

Icy, steely blue.

His eyes were like diamonds and momentarily you couldn’t look away.

“...I said, do you always make a habit of accosting and groping strangers first thing in the morning?”

You snapped back to reality as you realised that ‘blue eyes’ was talking to you. Well, actually, it was more like growling at you. What a sourpuss. You flashed him one of your trademark smiles.

“Not everyday, I’ll admit - the police might have something to say about it.” The man ‘harumphed’ and continued glaring at you. Obviously not a fan of your brand of humour.

“...Anyway, let me get you another coffee, it’s the least I can do to apologise.”

You turned toward old Frankie and his cart, and bless his soul if he didn’t already have your drink, and what you could only assume was a duplicate of Grumpy’s order.

“The refill is on the house, Sunny. And no arguments. Accidents happen.”

You smiled at the old man and bent down to place a kiss on his cheek.

“That they do, Frankie. And, if you’ll excuse the blasphemy, it’s only coffee.”

He shook his head at you with a smile and waved you away so he could deal with his next customer. You turned back to the object of your unanticipated morning interaction, only to find that he’s gone. You turned in a circle, seeing if you could spot which way he’d gone, but nope, he’d completely disappeared. Well, his loss, and now you had a spare coffee. With a small shrug you continued on your way.

Ten am, and you were settled into your day. You loved your job as a receptionist at the VA. You got to help some of your nation’s greatest and bravest citizens transition back to civilian life, which you felt was the least you could do to show your appreciation. When you weren’t greeting those coming to use the various services offered at this centre, you were phoning veterans to organise appointments for physiotherapy, counselling and group support sessions.

“Hey, Sunny!” You looked up from your computer to see Joe, one of the support group leaders smiling at you as he leant on your counter.

“Morning, Joe! It’s a lovely day today, and made even better by you being here!”

“Sunny, you keep flirting like that, I’m gonna have to insist you come out for a drink with me.”

You chuckled. This was your regular banter with him.

“Joe, you know this ain’t flirting, this is just me. And you’re as old as my dad.”

He clutched his hand to his heart, theatrically. “You wound me, Sunny. I may just expire, as I’m apparently that old. Anyhow, you got me the expected attendance list for the meeting?”

You rifled through the papers in the folder on your desk.

“Sure thing. Here it is. I can see you gotta few new names on here, so hopefully it will be an interesting one.”

“You know that’s an old Chinese curse - ‘may you live in interesting times’?” He gave you a wink as he took the paper from your hand and walked off towards the room he used, with only a slight limp giving away the fact that his right leg was a prosthetic.

Half an hour later and the vets for the Joe’s group started to arrive, all of them being amputees of some description, some sporting prosthetics and others not. They all came together though, to talk about the trauma of losing a limb in combat, the long road to recovery and issues associated with having a prosthetic or a missing limb, both physically, mentally and socially.

The regulars came up and used the computer screen on their side of your desk to log their arrival and get a printed photo sticker-badge to wear. The newbies, however, had to go through you for their first time, which is why you always recommended they turn up 15 minutes before the start of the session so you could double check their identity, the information you held and then get them a computer profile set up for all return visits.

You’d just completed all the paperwork with one newcomer, and sent him off with an old-hand to the meeting room when the doors to the building slammed open. You looked up and couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face.

“It’s you! I’m afraid I drank your replacement coffee, cos you disappeared so quickly.”

Grumpy just glared at you. You noticed there was still a slight stain on his jeans. You tried a different tack.

“Can I help you with anything? Are you a vet, or looking to support a vet? We’ve got lots of programmes and support groups.”

Still without saying anything he tugged the glove off his left hand, revealing the metallic sheen of the most advanced prosthetic you’d ever seen. Understanding dawned.

“Ooo! Are you here for the amputee support group?” You looked down at your copy of the attendance list, noting that only one vet, one of the new guys hadn’t yet checked in. “Are you James Barnes?”

“Sergeant.”

A look of puzzlement marred your features.

“Pardon?”

“Sergeant Barnes.” You got it then. Some guys, especially if fresh out and still adjusting, preferred to be referred to by their military rank.

“Okay, Sergeant Barnes. I’ve just gotta get you set up here. What’s your date of birth?” You glanced up from your computer to find he was still staring at you.

“Seriously? You’re asking me that?”

You were confused by his tone; this wasn’t normally an issue.

“Absolutely. Gotta make sure I’ve got it all correct.”

“Like you don’t already know.”

Your almost permanent smile started to falter under his intense gaze.

“I really don’t. And I need it for the records.”

Barnes let out a resigned huff.

“Fine. Play your games. Seventeenth March, 1917.”

“1970? Gotta say, you don’t look like you’re over fifty. Good genes I suppose.”

“No, doll. 1917. One Nine One Seven.”

Now you were really confused.

“How is that possible? That would make you…” You paused while you did the maths in your head…. “One hundred and six. And like I just said, you don’t even look fifty.”

“Look, doll. Either you’re a really good actress, been hiding under a rock, or just dumb.”

Normally you could keep your cool, laugh and brush off negative comments, but something about the grumpy sergeant was rubbing you up the wrong way.

“That’s not very nice, Sergeant. Just because you don’t like the questions and don’t want to answer them properly, doesn’t mean you have to be mean to me.”

He sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Are you really telling me that you don’t know who I am? Even with having my name in front of you, seeing my arm and me telling you how old I am? Don’t you ever watch the news?”

“Not really. It’s too depressing and sad.”

Another sigh.

“Okay, okay. My full name is James Buchanen Barnes, 107th. Presumed KIA in February 1945, but in fact taken captive by Hydra. I survived traumatic, unintentional amputation of my left arm via snowy mountainside, and was given a replacement by them when they brain-washed me, turning me into an assassin, and was kept cryogenically frozen between missions, spanning over 70 years. I was known as the Winter Soldier. My conditioning started to break in 2014 when I was commanded to kill Captain America, but as Steve was my childhood best friend, my brain rebelled. I went on the run for two years until I was framed for the assassination of King T’Chaka of Wakanda and captured by Shield, then triggered into my Winter Soldier state by a disgruntled Sokovian Baron, wanting revenge on the Avengers for the death of his family during the Ultron incident. I then spent a further two years in Wakanda, having my programming broken, recovering mentally and physically, and given this new arm, before fighting Thanos and getting dusted with half of everyone else. Came back in the Blip, and now supporting Sam Wilson as the new Captain America. I was pardoned for my past crimes and have to attend court mandated therapy and it’s been suggested that attending a support group could be good for me. Know who I am now?”

It was your turn to stare, eyes wide and mouth open as you absorbed all the information from his monologue.

“Soooo, what I’m getting is that you really are 106 years old and for some reason you have a pardon and court-mandated therapy for things you did while you were brain-washed. Seems hinky to me, but who am I to question it?”

A snort left Barnes’ nose, a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“That’s what you take from my story. No questions about Hydra, no histrionics about the fact that a famed assassin is standing in front of you?”

“Why would I? You’ve told me you’ve been ‘deprogrammed’, you’ve been referred to us for group support, and if you were that dangerous I’m sure I wouldn’t have survived the coffee incident this morning.”

His lips twitched, and his face transformed. The lines in his forehead disappeared and migrated to the corners of his eyes, eyes that were now less steel and more spring sky coloured.

“Nothing phases you, does it?”

“Nope. That’s why everyone calls me Sunny. And is that a smile I see, Sergeant? Don’t tell me that somehow I’ve broken through that stoic facade of yours?”

His smile grew wider.

“I’m sure you’re just imagining it. I’m still really annoyed.”

“Uh-huh?” You smiled back. No, you grinned back.

He leaned his crossed arms on the counter, his stance now far more relaxed.

“What other information do you need for that computer system of yours, Sunny? My telephone number perhaps?”

Oh, wow! He’d gone from grumpy to flirt in less than 60 seconds. Now he was fully smiling you had to admit he was kinda cute. Or rather hella hot. You resisted the urge to pull at the neckline of your top to let the steam out.

“I’ve already got a record of that here already, Sergeant.”

His arm reached over the countertop and he snagged your pen and notepad from next to you.

“Well, just in case you need it again for your records, or for any other purpose, I’ll write it down for you.”

If it was possible, your grin got wider.

“Why, Sergeant Barnes, that’s very… helpful of you.”

“Call me James, doll. Or Bucky, if you want.” The tip of his tongue peaked out from between his lips and you were mesmerised.

“Of course… James.”

You swore you saw him shiver as you said his name.

The clock above your head gave a ‘ding’ as it struck the hour, and you realised that his session was about to start. You gave a little cough and dragged your eyes away from Barnes’ James’ face and back to your computer.

“I’d best get this all finished off, so you can go join in the group. It’s really good - Joe is so lovely and supportive.”

You finished typing, directed him to stand in front of the camera (which he scowled at) and printed off his sticker ID.

“When you finish, just peel off the sticker, place it in the bin and note on the system that you’re leaving. That should be around midday.”

“And when do you get your lunch break, doll?”

Oh! How were you supposed to cope in the face of his megawatt charm? It had been a lot easier when he was grouchy, even though you’d wanted to tease him.

“Why, James, are you asking me out?”

“Well, you do owe me a coffee.”

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I can smell drama coming this way 👉👈

jealousy & flirtation

ONE: OPERATION DISTRACT JUNIPER JOHNSON

18+

There's nothing you want more than Bucky Barnes - but you and his best friend, Juniper, seem to have that in common.

Content Warning: College!Bucky x F!Reader, mature themes, Bucky x Best Friend!OFC, smut (oral f! receiving, penetrative sex), fluff, slight angst.

a/n: i write plenty of best friend!reader fics, so i wanted to flip the script and explore what it would be like to be on the other side. i also miss method acting and wanted to write something with similar vibes, so if you enjoyed MA, you might also like this one ✨

Bucky Barnes is a catch.

Everyone on campus knows it. He's smart, good looking, and charming, making him the most eligible bachelor. At the core of it, he's absolutely perfect - but entirely unobtainable.

You've wanted him since freshman year - yearned for him, and you haven't been too shy to shoot your shot a few times, too. But so has almost every other student, and hardly anyone ever gets a chance with him.

"God, just look at him," You mumble as you stare at him from across the room. He's pouring shots for the group he's with, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Collected and confident, he's ethereal, dazzling under the light of the many eyes on him. It's effortless for him to be a delight, so it's no wonder he's so popular. All you want is a damn taste.

"Are you seriously still into him?" Yelena asks you with a bored tone. "There's no use. Move onto someone within reach, like Wanda." Her eyes are glued to the redhead and she has that look in her eye; the same one you have when you look at Bucky.

Just like Yelena, most of the student body has moved on from Bucky Barnes - not in the sense that they no longer want him, but in the sense that they no longer try to chase him. After three years, it's become apparent that there's no winning him over. It isn't because he's picky, or uninterested in romance, or not attracted to those who try.

It's because of the girl glued to his side right now, hugging his arm and laughing loudly at something he said.

"Fucking Juniper Johnson," You say through gritted teeth as she clings to Bucky.

She's not his girlfriend, but she might as well be. As everyone knows, they've been best friends since they were kids, and inseperable ever since. They do almost everything together, live together, and it's rare to see one without the other far behind. Juniper Johnson is the thorn in your side, reminding you about everything you want, that you'll never have. Everyone also knows that she's the reason Bucky's never had a girlfriend. He's had his flings and dated around, but with Juniper disapproving of all of them, they've never lasted very long.

"They've gotta be fucking," Yelena comments with narrow eyes. "I mean, look at them - she's all over him! Nobody is that comfortable with touching someone else unless they've already gone all the way."

"They've known each other since forever; maybe it's something that comes with time?" You suggest, trying mostly to convince yourself.

"I wouldn't know. I stopped talking to people I knew as a teenager the second I graduated high school," She replies bitterly, before resting her elbow on your shoulder. "Listen - I've had enough of your pining. What will it take to get you to move on?"

With a sigh, you purse your lips. As much as you hate to admit it, you know your attraction to Bucky is futile. Juniper will always be there, which means you'll never have a chance. But all you want is a fucking taste.

"Just once," You breathe out. "Just to know what it's like so I can stop wondering. I want to know what it would be like to have someone I want as badly as I want him. Can you imagine the satisfaction? The utter euphoria as I achieve what I've wanted since freshman year? Or maybe he'll be terrible, and I can laugh about all the time I wasted fantasizing about him. But if I don't know for sure what Bucky Barnes is like in bed, I'll never get a good night's sleep."

Yelena takes in your words. For a few moments, she silently ponders to herself, her eyes flickering around as she contemplates different possibilities. Finally, she lets out a quick sigh and nods. "Alright. Alright, cupcake, here's the plan," She begins, piquing your interest. You turn to face her, wondering what she might say next. Placing her hands on your shoulders, Yelena continues, "I'm on Operation Distract Juniper Johnson - I don't know, I'll use my sexual prowess, or just dump a bottle of vodka on her, whatever - you're fucking Bucky Barnes tonight."

Your heart skips a beat and your eyes widen. "What?" You whisper. "But-"

"No, Y/N, you're not poking any holes in this," She cuts you off sternly, looking deep into your eyes. "He is a warm-blooded frat boy. You flirt with him enough, and he will not have any hesitation in sleeping with you. I know many people before you have tried to achieve this same feat and failed, but you have a special weapon they they didn't - me."

"You seriously think all you need to do is keep Juniper away from him in order for me to get in his pants?" You wonder with a raised brow, not so convinced.

"I seriously do," She confirms confidently, taking her hands off you and pulling her shoulders back. "All I need is a few minutes to infiltrate and extract, and then you'll be free to pounce on him. You in?"

Your heart is racing and you're more nervous than ever before, but you know you can't squander this opportunity, and tonight might be your only chance. "Fuck it. Let's do this," You say firmly before gulping down the remaining contents of your black solo cup.

"Yes!" Yelena exclaims, perking up as excitement floods her features. "Okay, Operation Distract Juniper Johnson is officially in motion."

She finishes off her drink, crushes her solo cup in her hand and throws it to the side before making her way over to the group. You shiver with nerves as she approaches Juniper, who at first looks confused by Yelena's presence. The two of them talk for a few moments, Yelena gradually moving Juniper away from Bucky, until they're completely out of the kitchen and making their way into the back yard.

Once they're gone, you take in a deep breath and put down your empty cup. It's go time. Leaving behind your doubts and nerves, you walk over to the kitchen counter and stand at the side opposite from where Bucky, Steve, and Wanda are standing. You act nonchalant, until your eyes meet Bucky's, which is when you put on a fake look of surprise, mirroring his face.

"Hey, Y/N," He greets you with a smile while opening a beer.

"Hi," You reply, noticing that your voice is softer than usual and trying to hide how much you love the sound of him saying your name.

"How's it going?" He asks you casually. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Abolutely," You say with a small grin, leaning forward against the counter and smirking to yourself when you see his eyes flicker down to your chest. "You throw a mean party."

Subconsciously mirroring your action, Bucky leans forward too, resting his forearms on the counter. The smile on his lips turns into a slight smirk, sending a shiver down your spine. "Thanks," He utters lowly.

Desperate to keep the conversation going, and clinging to the one thing you know for sure you have in common, you ask him, "So, have you decided what you're doing for the Art History assignment?" Immediately, you inwardly cringe. Great. Talk about school; that'll get him in the mood.

"Actually, I have. An 1874 Haynes King. Jealousy and Flirtation," He tells you before taking a sip of beer. "What about you?"

"1846, Charles Cromwell Ingham," You answer. "The Flower Girl."

"Ah, I think I know it," Bucky nods, pointing his beer to you. "It uh, references Flora, right? Roman goddess of flowers?"

"That's the one," You confirm with a smile. God, he's so fucking smart.

He smiles back at you, before his face drops. "Fuck, I'm being a terrible host - you're not drinking, and you should be. What's your poison?"

You give him a small smile, keeping your eyes glued to his as you say, "I want your beer."

Bucky's a little taken aback by your request, but his eyes light up. He takes a swig from the bottle before sliding it across the counter to you. "As you wish, flora," He utters smoothly.

Picking up the beer, you stand up straight and belt down a long glug while he watches you. You drink until the bottle's empty, at which point you slam it back down on the counter and shoot him an innocent smile.

He doesn't say anything for a few seconds, but his smirk grows. Licking his lips, he stands up straight and walks around the counter to you, your heart thudding with each step he takes. Once he's by your side, he leans down and rests his arm on the counter beside you, lowering his voice. "I, uh, I actually finished up a piece recently," He begins telling you. "And it would be great to get your creative opinion on it. You know, just for a different perspective."

You swallow thickly, your heart - and pussy - fluttering at his proximity and the warmth of his breath hitting your cheek. Nodding, you taking his outstretched hand and allow him to lead you away from the party, up the stairs and to his bedroom. It's happening. It's finally happening. Once he shuts the door behind him, you can breathe a sigh of relief. This is the furthest you've ever gotten with him.

His room is spacious, with half of it dedicated to his art. Paint pots, used palettes, and a large easel take up the right side of his room, along with a white, paint-spattered sheet covering the floor and a three-tier storage cart which holds a plethora of art supplies. You didn't know he painted, and it's a pleasant surprise.

"This is what I wanted to show you," Bucky says while lifting up a canvas currently hidden under a black sheet. He places it on the easel before taking off the sheet, revealing his painting to you. You instantly recognize it to be of the Square in the Manhatanville campus, though it's a little more abstract than a regular painting.

"It's gorgeous," You say truthfully, admiring his art style.

"You don't have to be polite-"

"I'm being honest," You assure him, turning to face him. "You have something really special. Do you have any others?"

"Not here. The rest are in my mom's garage," He explains with a chuckle.

"How long did this take you?" You ask him, moving closer to the painting. On the bottom right the letters J.B.B are painted in small black letters.

"About nine, ten hours in total," He summizes. "I don't paint very often, so I'm not very quick."

"Yet, half of your room is an art studio," You state with a laugh.

"It's an attempt to impress girls," He claims, a mischievous glint flashing across his eyes.

"Is that right?" You question teasingly. "And does it ever work for you?"

Slowly, Bucky takes a few steps towards you, raising a brow. "You tell me, flora," He utters, placing a hand on your hip. "Is it working on you?"

You can't tell whether or not you're dreaming, but you don't care. This is the culmination of three years of fantasies and yearning. At last, your one deepest desire is within your reach.

"I- it's working," You mumble, unable to think of anything except for him.

The look on his face tells you he knows you're in the palm of his hand, which is exactly where he wants you. Though he isn't usually one for a one night stand, Bucky can't deny how attracted to you he is. With no distractions, he can indulge in you, and the thought of that alone is enough to make his dick hard. "Give me a kiss," He orders you gently, immediately soaking your panties. In this moment, you're sure you'd do most anything he asked of you, which should scare you, but doesn't.

Without any further deliberation, you close the gap between him and you, pressing your chest against his as you get onto your tiptoes and softly bring your lips up to meet his. The kiss intensifies almost immediately, your tongues cascading across each other as your heartbeat speeds up. Bucky's arms wrap around your waist and he pushes you until your back is against the wall while you cup his face, your fingers trailing up to his hair, and he then breaks away from the kiss to catch his breath. You move your hand down his chest until you reach his crotch, biting your lip when you feel his boner. He sucks in a breath when you rub it, fluttering his eyes shut.

Leaning his forehead against yours, he mumbles, "You first, flora." His hands grab fistfuls of your tight dress and he slowly pulls it up before rubbing your thighs. Tingles shoot through your body, and before you can even realize what he's doing, Bucky sinks down to his knees. His hands roughly grab the back of your thighs and he brings his mouth to your clothed cunt, making you gasp. Instinctively, you spread your legs a little, giving him better access to your heat. He lifts your legs up and rests them on his shoulders, taking all your weight with the wall behind you keeping you stable.

Pushing your panties to the side, he licks a stripe up your pussy until he reaches your clit, making you shudder slightly. His tongue begins to alternate between flicking circles and sucking on your clit, pulling a string of moans from your mouth. "Oh, fuck, Bucky," You cry, running a hand through his hair and tugging on it. "Just like that."

You're overcome with bliss when he starts tongue-fucking you, bringing his thumb up to rub on your clit. Your eyes roll back in delight as his finger slides into your wet pussy, his tongue moving back up to suck on your throbbing clit. He adds another finger before curling them upwards inside you, making you cry out. Waves of pleasure consume you as his fingers and tongue perform miracles on your pussy, your wetness coating his hand and face.

He pulls his head back and focuses on fingering you harder, causing your juices to squirt out onto his hand. "Does that feel good, baby?" He asks you teasingly, his eyes dark with hunger.

All you can do is nod in response and let out a series of incoherent moans as he shakes his fingers inside you, bringing you to your orgasm. You feel thoroughly alive as the adrenaline surges through you, leaving your legs shaking around his shoulders. With a loud cry of his name, you cum around his fingers, utterly bewitched by him.

While you calm down, he slowly puts your feet back onto the ground, but keeps a tight grip on you so you don't fall. He then stands up himself before giving you a heavy, needy kiss with an urgency he didn't have before.

"That was incredible," You breathe out once he pulls away, your chest heaving. It was easily the greatest orgasm of your life, but you have a feeling he's going to quickly top that record again.

"You taste incredible, flora," Bucky mumbles, taking your chin in his hand as his lips brush against yours.

You place your hand on his boner and rub it, making him groan. His head moves forward to rest on your shoulder while you slip your hand into his pants, feeling his thick cock throb against your palm. The whimpers he lets out make your sensitive cunt twitch, along with how big and heavy he feels in your hand.

"That's it, baby," He mumbles, placing his hand on top of yours, guiding you to pull out his dick and sliding your hand up and down his length. You look down at it and you're almost nervous at the idea of having it inside you, but your burning desire overtakes your nerves. He rushes to the chest of drawers to your left, opening the third one down and pulling out a condom which he rips open with his teeth before sliding onto his cock. Returning to you, he lifts you up and your wraps your legs around his waist, giving him full access to you. "Are you ready for me?"

The question and the hesitance he exhibits, waiting for you to give him the go-ahead, only makes you want him more. You nod quickly, feeling your stomach flip when he rubs his tip between your wet folds. Holding your breath in anticipated, you look down to see him slip inside you, inch by inch, the sight making your head spin. His eyes flutter and he lets out a low groan, cursing under his breath.

"Fuck," You whisper as he completely fills you up, seeing stars. "I- you're making me dizzy."

"You okay?" He asks you with a look of concern.

"It's a good dizzy," You assure him with a weak smile. "Please, fuck me."

"Yeah? That what you want, baby?" He says teasingly, giving you a gentle kiss before pulling out his cock, and pushing it back inside you. The softness of his kiss preludes the roughness he quickly adopts, thrusting harder and faster with each second that goes by. You let out moans as he builds up a rhythm, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, surely leaving behind bruises.

"Feels so good," You cry out, your arms resting on his broad shoulders. None of your fantasises could live up to the real thing, and he has greatly surpassed any and all expectations you held before tonight. Never did you think you'd ever be in this situation; getting fucked by Bucky Barnes against a wall during a party, but nothing has ever felt more real and visceral.

When Bucky groans, his voice gruff and deep, a series of shivers run down your spine. He grunts with each thrust, fucking you as though he's been waiting for this as long as you. As though he has felt the same sexual frustration, the same primal desire to feel you, and connect to you. As though, for the first time, he's being satisfied. His lips are close to your ear as he rests his head in your neck. Your arms hook around his torso and he speeds up his movements, his dick sliding in and out of you.

"You feel amazing around me, flora," He utters, fucking you harder. "Your pussy is heaven."

His aura itself is addictive, pulling you in and making you never want to miss it. As your bodies come together in perfect harmony, you don't even care about the dull ache of your back pushing against the wall. You're floating through perfect pleasure with Bucky, every nerve coming alive as your body lights up with joy.

You let out a laugh which quickly becomes a gasp when he hits your g-spot, sending you reeling. "Oh, fuck," You moan loudly, before he pulls his head back to look into your eyes.

He moves one of his hands to your chest, rubbing at your hardening nipple through the thin fabric of your dress. Your pleasure is multiplied as he continues rubbing and pulling on it, making you mewl and whimper with each shock of euphoria. "Is that good, baby?" He asks with an arrogant smirk, confident that he has surpassed all your expectations and is easily the best you've ever had, by far.

"So good, Bucky, so good," You repeat it like a mantra, under the hypnosis of his heavenly bliss.

His forehead leans against yours and he intensifies his pace, fucking you into a world of ecstasy. Lips brushing against each other, his voice lowers to a whisper, his words pushing you to the edge. "You're so fucking gorgeous when you're cumming for me," He mumbles. "Do it for me again, baby, c'mon. I know you're close."

You bite your lip to hide your smile, not wanting to feed his inflated ego. When he kisses you and sucks on your tongue, you feel a surge of intensity in your core, making your nails dig into his shoulders.

He speeds up his thrusts, a smirk on his face. "I can feel it baby, I can feel it coming," He says teasingly, squeezing your ass in his big hand.

You can only whine in response as your second orgasm approaches, already feeling more intense than your first. With blurred vision, warmed skin, and electricity coursing through your veins, you let go. "Bucky, cumming," Is all you can weakly cry out.

"That's a good girl," He groans as you tighten around him, his dick twitching against your fleshy walls.

You let yourself get taken over by your orgasm, your mind entering another galaxy. Pure pleasure shoots through you like a bullet, filling you with joy as you squirt all over him. He in turn growls at the sensation of your pussy milking him, bringing him to his orgasm as his cum releases into the condom.

"Fuck, baby, take it," Bucky moans as he thrusts into you a few more times, with his lips parting and his bright eyes burning into yours. "That's my girl."

Your breaths are heavy while you come down from your high, slowly regaining feeling in your numbed, sensitive body. He carefully pulls out of you, making you wince, before taking off the condom and tossing it into the wastebin behind him. You get back onto your feet, pulling your dress down before stumbling. A snort leaves your nose when you realize your legs feel like jelly. "I can't walk," You inform him bluntly, to which he grins.

"Really?" He asks, a proud smirk residing on his lips.

You roll your eyes, but are unable to hold back your own smile. "Could you just help me until I regain some of my strength?" You request while fixing your hair.

"Of course, c'mere," He agrees happily before wrapping his arm around your waist, your own arm moving up to wrap around his shoulder as he takes most of your weight.

"We can just tell people I had too much to drink," You suggest, guessing that he'd like to keep what just happened a secret.

"Or, you could just crash here for the night," Bucky counters with a raised brow. "It's almost 2am, anyway."

Although every part of you wants to scream at the thought of sleeping in Bucky's bed, you remain calm and casual. "Uh, sure," You say with a shrug. "Can I borrow some clothes?"

While he grabs a t-shirt and some boxers for you to wear, you slyly text Yelena to let her know the mission was a success. Meanwhile, she's downstairs, walking back into the kitchen with Juniper after the distraction lasted way longer than it needed to. The two of them have returned with lighter heads and droopier eyelids.

"So call me the next time you want weed; Barton overcharges," Yelena tells Juniper while absentmindedly looking at her phone. When she sees the text from you, she jumps up and down excitedly. "Yes!"

With bloodshot eyes and a serious case of the munchies, Juniper frowns while opening the fridge door. "What is it?" She asks.

Yelena's eyes widen as she slowly backs away. "Uh, nothing. Bye now!"

Confused, but quickly over it, Juniper grabs her leftover Chinese food before shutting the fridge and turning to the counter, where her friends are playing cards. Most of her friends, anyway.

"Where's Jamie?" She asks the gang while putting the carton of noodles into the microwave.

Wanda turns her head towards Juniper but keeps her eyes on her cards as she replies, "He's getting laid. Saw him walking off with some girl."

Juniper immediately sobers up at the news and her face drops. "Really?" She asks, walking over to them. "Who was the girl?"

"I think she's in one of his classes. She's a fuckin' baddie, too," Steve says with a smirk. "It's about damn time Bucky got some."

Juniper doesn't reply, staring at Steve who has his focus on the game. Her noodles pop and fizzle as they overheat in the microwave, but she just stands there in a motionless, stoic silence, her right eye twitching. "Good for him," She mumbles. "I'm glad."

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w0nderw0man-reading · 1 year

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𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑫𝑩𝑭!𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚

After showering you with expensive gifts and treating you to a romantic dinner, you and Bucky end up at his place for an evening of steamy passion.

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w0nderw0man-reading · 1 year

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You keep me on my tippy toes. Still so many questions. Love a good slow burn, but can't wait for the flame to ignite with these two.

Though I Have Never Read It (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2170

Warnings: Mild angst

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

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You spent the weekend concentrating on Eva. You cherish your time with her and do your best not to let your thoughts stray to Bucky. Eva kept you busy. She was full of energy and curious about everything.

After lunch on Saturday, Eva squealed with joy when you asked if she’d like to help you test drive the ATV you had repaired the day before. You drove her in circles around the compound to her absolute delight. The noise from the engine and probably Eva’s squeals attracted a small audience. Wanda, Sam, and Natasha watched from the front of the building. Eva waved, calling their names each time you passed and they all waved back with grins. During the last few loops, Steve and Bucky joined the crowd.

Stopping in front of them, you smile as you remove your helmet, “Enjoying the show?”

Wanda grins, “I think Eva likes it.”

“Oh, definitely. Don’t you, kiddo?” you laugh.

“Yes! Again, again!” Eva giggles.

“Is this safe?” Steve asks.

“She has a helmet on. Don’t worry, Cap, I know what I’m doing.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“I know. No worries. Anyway, two more loops, Eva Diva, and then it’s time to put it up, okay?”

“Okay. Let’s go!” Eva bounces in her seat.

“Okay, kid- Oops!” you exclaim then you lose your grip on your helmet and it falls to the ground.

Bucky is the first to jump into action. He snatches up the helmet and hands it to you. He pauses when he realizes that everyone is staring at him, “Uh, here you go.”

“Thanks, Bucky,” you smile at him, feeling awkward. “Um, let’s go, kiddo.”

You start the ATV and complete the two loops as promised. When you pull back into the hangar Eva begins begging for a little longer and when begging turns into whining and whining turns into a crying jag, you declare it's time for a rest. Eva protested and cried more but you managed to calm her down, put on some soft music, and she drifted to sleep pretty quickly despite her protestations.

You close the door and head back to the hangar in order to clean up the ATV and make sure everything is back in order. Wiping down the machine, you wonder why Bucky was so quick to grab your helmet for you. He was as beautiful as you remember whenever you allow his face to drift through your mind. Some incredible twist of fate had put him back in your life and your mind wandered to the connection you had found with him that night. If you could find that with him again then maybe…

You brush the thought away. Bucky was just the new guy just wanting to be helpful. A picture of James at the cabin flashes into your mind and you shake it away before it can take hold again. Now more than ever you didn’t want to dwell on that night and the feelings it evokes.

“Are you okay?”

You jump at the sound of his voice behind you, “Jesus! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry,” Bucky looks at you contritely. “Uh, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“You just jerked your head and I thought maybe something was wrong.”

“I’m fine. Sorry, didn’t mean to jump down your throat like that,” you realize how harsh you may have sounded. “Is there something I can help you with?”

Bucky looks around for a moment, “Uh, no. I was wandering around and saw you in here.”

“I was just cleaning up from earlier,” you fidget with the rag in your hand.

“Where’s Eva?” Bucky asks.

“I think I wore her out. She was beside herself so I put her down for a nap.” Your nerves are near shot as you speak. All of these intense emotions seem to overwhelm you at once as you stare into his face. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking or feeling and it disconcerted you. Deciding escape was your best option, you rush your words, “She’ll probably wake up any minute. I should get back.”

“Yeah, of course. Don’t let me hold you up.”

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” you ask again.

“No, I’m good.”

“Okay. Catch you later,” you say as you hurry out the door.

In your room, you watch a sleeping Eva as you remind yourself to keep your head on straight when it comes to Bucky. There were so many emotions surrounding that night in the cabin for you. You had always wondered what would happen if you saw James again. There is some part of you that had thought about finding him again, falling in love, and living happily ever after but that’s just stupid school girl fantasies. Real life didn’t work like that. So, you would work with Bucky but you couldn’t let yourself get too close. You were scared of your own emotions and it was hard that he didn’t seem to remember. Some part of you hoped he would. Hoped that you could get answers, maybe closure. It was stupid. You resolve to concentrate on Eva and your work until… God, you didn’t even know. Until the feelings finally go away, until the world didn’t tilt on his access every time you saw him, until-

“Can I have a snack?” Eva says as she pops up from the bed.

You smile, pulling yourself out of your thoughts, “Of course.”

You did your best to concentrate on Eva for the rest of the weekend and it helped that you didn’t see Bucky again. It was Tuesday before you did. You walked into the hangar and there was a motorcycle sitting in your work area.

“Is that a Harley Street 750?” you say mostly to yourself as you squat down to look at the engine.

“Yeah, it is. You like bikes?”

Your head pops up as Bucky walks towards you, “Sorry, I didn’t see you. Uh, yeah, I do.”

“I was in the supply closet. Needed a rag,” he holds up the red cloth. “I hope you don’t mind me working in here. The garage feels stuffy.”

“Of course not. It’s fine. Work wherever you’re comfortable,” you say politely even though his presence unnerved you.

“Do you have one?” Bucky asks.

“I do. A softail slim,” you answer.

“Nice. Do you ride a lot?”

“Not as much as I’d like. Anyway, I should get to work.”

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Bucky asks.

“Uh, no. Thank you,” you give a small smile and turn away.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?”

“Yes. No. I mean,” you close your eyes and lick your lips. Turning to face him, you take a deep breath and explain, “I don’t know you. Most of the team does, but I don’t.”

“You can get to know me,” Bucky says gently.

“Maybe,” you say quietly. “I have to get to work.” You walk away quickly before he can continue the conversation and head into your office.

–

Bucky watched as you retreated and wondered if you had seen right through him. There was nothing wrong with the garage, he just wanted to be near you. From the time he was introduced to you and he heard your voice, he was enraptured. Something about you called out to him and he wanted to be near you, to get to know you but you were so wary of him. It made him sad and confused. He wondered if you held his past against him.

When he asked Sam and Steve about you, they had little information. You kept to yourself. You were always nice, helpful, and courteous but rarely overtly friendly. The only people you seemed to know well were Tony, Pepper, and Happy.

Bucky knew approaching Tony or Pepper wasn’t going to get him much. He wondered if he could get some info out of Happy. Or maybe he shouldn’t pry. Damnit, he was so twisted up. He wanted to get close but he understood he couldn’t force it. He would offer his time and friendship and, hopefully, you'd meet him somewhere in the middle.

–

When you had finished going through your emails, reports, and signing off on requisitions, you’d had enough of sitting behind the desk. You had work to do on the quinjets and knew you couldn’t avoid Bucky forever. Taking a deep breath, you leave the sanctuary of your office and walk to the quinjet. Glancing over, Bucky gives you a quick smile and gets back to work on his bike. You weren’t sure if you were relieved or disappointed. You lose yourself in the work until Tony’s voice calls out to you.

“Hey, Abu! Where are you?”

Rolling your eyes at the nickname, you wipe your hands and walk out of the jet. Tony is eyeing Bucky as you catch sight of him.

“Something wrong with the garage?” Tony cracks.

“I like the space,” Bucky says curtly. The two had a grudging respect for each other but didn’t interact much.

“Uh-huh,” Tony squints with a smirk before turning to you, “Got a little project for you.”

“Oh, goody, I was getting bored,” you sass.

“You’ll thank me later,” Tony says enigmatically as he hits the button for the hangar ceiling to retract.

You look up in disbelief as Clint Barton makes an expert landing on his sky-cycle. He commands the vehicle to disengage and dismounts.

“Clint! I thought it was destroyed!” you exclaim.

“It’s seen better days. Definitely needs some work. That’s why I brought it to you. Figured Stark’s whiz kid could set her to rights again,” Clint grins.

“Absolutely! I’ve studied all the specs on it. I can’t wait!” you reply enthusiastically.

“Nerd,” Clint teases.

“Proudly!” you laugh.

“Hey Abu,” Tony pipes in.

“Yeah?”

“It’s later,” he crosses his arms.

You look at him confused for a moment until you remember his earlier statement. Grudgingly, you let the words slip past your lips, “Thank you, Tony.”

“Hey Bucky,” Clint notices him standing a little ways away.

“Clint. Interesting ride,” Bucky nods to the sky-cycle.

“It’s fun,” Clint smiles.

“You should help with the work on this,” Tony says to Bucky, surprising you.

“What?” you say at the same time Bucky asks, “Me?”

“You, Manchurian Candidate. You’re a decent mechanic on things pre-1980s but this’ll give you some experience with more modern technology while still being something you’re fairly familiar with,” Tony turns to you, “I know you want to work on this but you’ve got a lot on your plate. It’ll give you an extra set of hands.”

“Uh, yeah. If… if you want to,” you say awkwardly to Bucky.

“I’d be happy to learn from the master,” Bucky grins winningly.

So much for keeping your distance, you think while your heart does that flip-flop that has become more familiar since Bucky had arrived. His smile is beautiful. This was going to be a challenge.

Over the next two weeks, you and Bucky worked on the cycle. He listened, asked extremely intelligent questions, worked hard, and gave you space. He didn’t push you to talk but was always willing to engage when you did. Occasionally, even telling you stories of his life with Steve before the war. He respected your expertise and didn’t get uptight when you took the lead. He was respectful. When you ran into each other outside of the hangar, he was polite but never intrusive. It should have made you comfortable, instead you felt more and more troubled.

Your emotions were tangled and you had no idea how to straighten yourself out. You found yourself more and more attracted to him but you didn’t trust yourself. What if all that you were feeling stemmed from that one night in the cabin? You kept conflating Bucky and James, even calling him James once by accident. He had looked confused and you apologized before making a quick exit. When the bike was finished, you sat together admiring your work for a moment.

“Gotta admit, this thing is pretty damn cool,” Bucky says.

“It is,” you nod. “Clint will be by later to take it for a final test run.”

“After working on this, I feel the need to take a ride on my bike.”

“I get that. It’s been a couple of months since I’ve taken mine out for more than a quick run.”

“Would you like to go for a ride with me? We could do it this weekend,” Bucky asks nervously.

You blanch but are relieved to realize you have the perfect excuse, “Uh, thanks but I have Eva this weekend. I’ll have my hands full.”

Bucky nods to cover his disappointment, “Some other time then.”

“Uh, maybe. I, um, I need to get ready. Mark will be here with her soon. I’ll see you later, Bucky,” you make the excuse before hurrying towards the exit. You look back at the door for just a second.

“Later, doll,” Bucky gives you a sweet, sad smile that nearly breaks you.

Part Four

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Where does a girl has to move to get a neighbour like him? Phew, the protectivness is getting to me 🥵

Say My Name (Ari Levinson x f!reader)

thank you @flordeamatista for the beautiful gif !!!! I'm genuinely obsessed and so in love with it😭💕

pairing: Ari Levinson x f!reader (any race)

wc: 3.6k

warnings: soft dark vibes, unwanted physical touch, kinda yucky man vibes, ari saves the day, beefy!ari, possessiveness, smut (p in v), breeding kink, spanking, pet names [baby, princess]

summary: Your neighbor Ari has had enough of the men you bring home.

a/n: This is my first time writing for Ari, I hope I did him justice!! Please lmk what you thought <3

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Josh holds your hand while you lead him up the stairs to your apartment. He smiles at you every time you look back, but it’s not very reassuring. The date hadn’t gone as well as you’d hoped. There’ve been no glaring red flags, but something about him is just… off.

You stop in front of your apartment, sliding the key in the lock, but you can’t help but let your eyes drift over a few feet to your neighbor’s door. Your mouth practically waters as you think about that man. He’s never said much to you, but every time you see him, all you can think about is his strong arms wrapping around you, his soft lips kissing you, his probably huge–

Josh clears his throat, and you jump a little, forced back to reality.

You unlock the door and shyly step inside, suddenly unsure of if you want him to come in. Josh doesn’t really give you time to think about it and crosses the threshold, giving you a smile that shows off his perfectly straight, blindingly white teeth.

“Thanks for inviting me back,” he says, closing the door behind him. “You know, I really like you.” Josh leans against the wall beside you, and you take a step back, trying to put some space between the two of you.

“Oh, um… thanks,” you stutter out, not sure how to respond. Josh quickly makes himself at home, dropping onto the couch and beckoning you over. He takes your hand the second you get close enough, and he tugs you down beside him, practically on his lap.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” Josh coos, running a hand up your back. It makes your skin crawl. You kind of feel bad; Josh hasn’t done anything wrong necessarily. The date was just bland. He didn’t seem all that interested until it was over. He’s plenty attractive, you suppose, though his personality could use some work. He was definitely better at flirting over text.

Josh’s fingers massage your shoulders a little too roughly, moving the fabric of your shirt with his actions. Your stomach turns at the feeling of him touching you. You don’t want to offend him or hurt his feelings, but you don’t want him touching you, either.

You clear your throat and stand abruptly, pushing away from Josh’s body. “Look, Josh,” you start, twisting your fingers together as you turn to face him. “You’re a great guy and all, but–”

“Come on, baby, don’t be like that.” You make a face at “baby”. You don’t like the way it sounds coming from his lips. Your neighbor called you that once and now it feels like he’s the only one allowed to say it ever again.

“Watch out, baby, wouldn’t want you bruising that pretty face of yours.”

“I think you should go home,” you tell Josh, stepping backward. Your legs hit the coffee table, trapping you in. Josh stands, clearly upset by your suggestion.

“Why’d you invite me back here if you were just gonna kick me out?” He crowds your space, and you can practically feel the irritation coming off him in waves.

“Honestly, I didn’t really invite you. You kinda invited yourself over.” Your voice is quieter than you want; you don’t sound as strong as you’d like. Josh scoffs and rolls his eyes, placing a hand on your cheek.

“You just don’t know what you want, and I’m here to show you.” Bile rises in your throat, and you act without thinking, pushing Josh as hard as you can and quickly getting far away from him. Josh recovers easily and follows you a second later.

“Please just go away,” you say, louder this time. “Really, Josh, please just go home.” Josh raises his eyebrows but keeps walking toward you, backing you against the kitchen counter.

“Now, why would I do that?”

Ari

I heard her come home with him. Josh. He’s an idiot, not at all good enough for her. Ever since she moved in, I’ve been on the verge of losing control. She’s so beautiful, ethereal, and made of light. The first day I saw her, I wanted her, but she’s quiet, reserved. My life isn’t easy, and I don’t want her to get wrapped up in all of it. All of that’s been changing.

A few months ago, she started dating. The walls in the building are thin. I hear her every time she talks herself through getting dressed for the shitty men she meets with. She tries so hard to please them, to impress them, and they always let her down.

I hear her every time she gets home and crawls into bed, and touches herself. I hear her quiet whimpers and moans.

“Please, Ari, please.”

She sounds so sweet, whispering my name as she comes undone.

Tonight, her date Josh has pushed her too far. There have been a few times when my princess’s dates have gotten too handsy, they’re overconfident and think they can talk their way into her bed, but she’s smarter than that.

Joshy here is fucking stupid. I seethe with anger as I hear my princess raise her voice at him. “Really, Josh, please just go home.”

I don’t think. I just act. My hand slides to my waistband, feeling the knife I keep holstered at all times. A moment later, I’m outside her door, reaching for her doorknob.

It’s unlocked. She didn’t even lock the door behind her. She has a lot to learn, but I will teach her. Oh, the things I will teach my beautiful little princess.

I step across the threshold, and instantly, Josh freezes. My princess stares with wide eyes between me and her date.

“What’s going on in here?” I ask, stalking toward Josh.

“Look, man, I don’t want any trouble,” he says, putting his hands up as if he’s innocent. He couldn’t be further from it. He put his hands on her, on what’s mine. He upset her. He’s made her cry.

Her tears shine so brightly against her skin, and it nearly brings me to my knees.

“It doesn’t look that way,” I say, my fingers easily finding the handle of my blade. I flick it open, the blade glinting in the light. Josh stares at the knife. He looks about ready to piss himself.

“Ari,” she whispers. It’s so quiet I almost miss it, but I don’t. I turn to look at her and feel the pull she has on me. Something deep in my chest connects me to her, and now, standing in her home, it feels even stronger.

I can only imagine what it will feel like when I hold her. Kiss her. Fuck her.

“Get away from her,” I tell Josh, pointing the tip of my knife in his direction. I’m just a few feet away. If he tries to run, he won’t get far. I find I quite like the idea of cutting him down as punishment for what he’s done, but then I look at my princess and see how scared she is.

She would never forgive me for making her endure that. “Get away from her,” I say again, practically growling.

Joshy finally makes a good decision and steps away from her, keeping his hands in the air.

I follow the man’s path, leading him toward the door, but the entire time my senses are attuned to my woman. She’s shaking where she stands, tears freely falling down her cheeks. I’ll take care of her the second this rat of a man is out of my sight.

I push Josh out the door, but he turns around abruptly, getting in my face. “Who the fuck are you, dude?” He asks incredulously.

“If you ever come here again, if you ever get close to that woman again, I’ll slit your throat. I won’t hesitate. Do you understand?” Josh stares, jaw dropping as he hears my words. He takes a deep breath and nods.

“Uh, yeah, I understand.” On that note, I slam the door in his face. His footsteps retreat a moment later.

I hear my woman take heaving, shuddering breaths behind me that snap me back to reality. I tuck my knife away and am at her side in an instant.

“Thank you, Ari,” she whispers. I stand in front of her, suddenly unsure of myself. I want to touch her, to hold her close, but I don’t want to scare her.

“Of course,” I say, trying to match her volume. My voice comes out gruff and rumbly. My princess shifts on her feet nervously. “Are you okay?” Of course she’s not okay; that was an awful question.

“It’s better now that you’re here,” she confesses, looking up at me through her wet lashes. Her cheeks are damp from her tears, but she is no longer crying. I rest my hand on her cheek, letting my thumb brush away the wetness from her skin.

She leans into my touch, seemingly comforted by my presence.

Electricity courses through my body, spurring me to hold her closer, touch her more. She is addictive, and I haven’t even gotten a taste yet.

“I would never let anything happen to you,” I whisper to her, leaning closer to her. This close, I can smell her perfume. It’s floral, the same one that lingers in the hall every time she passes through.

“I thought–” she pauses, chewing her lower lip. My thumb that had been caressing her cheek dips down, tugging her lip from between her teeth. It’s pink and slightly swollen as I rub the pad of my thumb along it.

“You thought what, princess?” I ask, reveling in the softness of her lip beneath my calloused skin. She breathes deeply when I call her princess, and I smirk.

“I thought you hadn’t even noticed me. You’re always cooped up in your apartment or at work, I guess. And I know you’re older than me, so I figured you weren’t interested. I just never thought you’d… want me.” Heat shoots down my spine. Of course I want her; I’ve wanted her from the second I saw her.

I hold her face in both my hands, relishing how soft she is, and take a breath.

“You’re right. I am older than you. I’m always working, and when I’m not working, I’m in my place. But you’re always on my mind, princess. I hear you sing to yourself while you’re cooking. I hear you talk to yourself when you’re frustrated. I hear you moan my fucking name at night while you touch yourself.” Her eyes go wide, pupils blowing.

“You– you heard me?” My grin widens, and I can’t help but chuckle at her sweet innocence.

“Yes, baby. You know how hard it’s been for me to hear you whimpering, begging for me, and not break down your door? You have no idea how much I want you. Need you.”

Her chest rises and falls quickly as heat rushes to her cheeks. She’s glowing, practically vibrating with need.

“Ari,” she mutters, mesmerized. My grin is now a full-blown smile, and I watch her carefully as I lean in to kiss her. She responds so perfectly to me, arching against my chest to close the distance between our lips.

Our height difference is noticeable, and I love the way she rises onto her toes to kiss me. She tastes sweet like candy and salty from her tears as my tongue swipes against the seam of her lips. She moans and opens for me, tangling her fingers in my hair. It’s gotten long, but I love the way her nails scratch against my scalp.

I devour her, drinking her in. I just can’t help myself. I thought I’d been addicted before, but now that she’s here in my arms, I know it’s so much more than that. To think I’ve gone so long without her…

My hands wander down her body, caressing her neck, her curves, every inch of her skin that I can reach. She responds to each touch with a whimper or a tug of my hair, egging me on.

“I need more,” I groan against her, sliding my hands down to her knees and hoisting her up onto the counter. Her ass hits the cool marble, and she shrieks at the temperature, making me chuckle. She’s wearing a pair of flowy pants that I easily pull down her body and toss onto the ground somewhere behind me.

Next, I pull her shirt over her head. My woman is a beautiful sight in just her panties and a bra, but I know she will look even more stunning naked and writhing beneath me.

My cock was already hard, but now it’s almost painful.

“Ari,” she whimpers as I step between her legs. I run my hands up her legs, squeezing the flesh of her ass before letting my fingers wander up further to her breasts. I love the way my name sounds when she says it.

“Fuck, princess.” She arches against me and urges me to tug her bra off of her. I rid her of the garment and moan at the sight of her perfect body. Her panties are gone a moment later and I devour her with my eyes.

My hands rest on her shoulders, thumbs tucked under her jaw to keep her looking at me. Her pupils are blown and her lips open as she breathes heavily. She’s so worked up and I haven’t even done anything to her yet.

“Ari,” she says again, licking her bottom lip. I lean in and kiss her hard before I tug her off the counter. Her legs wrap around my waist and she gently grinds against my abdomen, seeking friction. I bite her lip and soothe it with my tongue.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” I whisper against her lips. The layout of her apartment is the same as mine, so I already know where her bedroom is. The door is open and I take a moment to look around at her space. Gently, I place her down on the bed and grin at the thought of fucking her here. Of giving her a new memory to touch herself to.

“I want you, Ari,” she whispers, looking so sweet and innocent on her bed. I cock my head, resting my hands on my hips. She sheepishly looks away but I kneel down and force her to look at me again. She takes a big breath before continuing. “I want you inside me, Ari. I need you.”

The fact that I don’t immediately rip my clothes off and pounce on her is a testament to my self-control, but she whittles it away with the breathy moan she ends the sentence with.

I pull my belt off and start to unbutton my pants, loving the way her eyes follow each movement. When I step out of my jeans and pull my boxers down, my princess practically drools. I laugh at her expression, it goes straight to my ego.

“You think you can handle it princess?” I ask, fisting the head of my cock. She nods, in a daze, and crawls toward me. Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock and I bite back a moan when I feel how soft her skin is. She works her hand up and down, replacing my hand with her own, and swipes her tongue over the head gingerly.

“Yes, Ari,” she tells me, sucking me into her hot mouth. I run my fingers through her hair, letting her take me at her own pace. I let her control this moment, knowing that soon all she’ll want is to lose control. She hums around my cock and it nearly sends me over the edge.

Even though I don’t want to leave the heat of her mouth, I gently push her off me and guide her onto her back. I kneel between her legs and litter kisses along the insides of her thighs. Her fingers twist in my hair as she tries to tug me toward her center, where she wants me most.

I bite the flesh of her thigh before I wrap my lips around her clit. She moans loudly, legs trapping my head. I smile against her pussy as I taste her, my tongue darting out to lap up everything she gives me. I wrap my arms around her legs and hold her tightly, not wanting to let her escape from my grip. She wiggles her hips and grips the sheets tightly with her fingers as I work her up and up.

I want her to come more than I want to breathe.

She chants my name like a prayer, each time breathier and higher than the last, as she approaches her climax. She pulls my hair harshly, but the bite of pain just fuels me to bring her over the edge.

“Ari!” She shouts as she comes, grinding against my tongue. I don’t want to stop, but I pull back when she starts to whine with sensitivity.

“You’re so perfect, princess,” I tell her, kissing up her abdomen. I wrap my lips around one of her taut nipples and suck it into my mouth. Her fingers scrape up my back and tug at my hair. “So fucking perfect.”

I grind against her, my cock slipping through her center and knocking her clit. She shudders beneath me as I give her a taste of what’s to come.

“Ari,” her voice is low and raspy.

“You want me to fuck you baby?” I ask, teasingly, as I give her other breast some much needed attention. “You want me to make you feel good?” She nods quickly, whimpering.

“Please, Ari,” she groans. “Please.” I line my cock up with her entrance and slide in, inch by inch, making her feel all of it. Her hands grip my shoulders and her eyes screw shut as I stretch her. She’s so fucking tight it feels like I’m suffocating.

“You’re squeezing me so good, princess,” I tell her, dropping my head to the crook of her neck. When I’m fully inside her, I take a second to let her feel how deep I am inside of her. I slide one of my hands between us and press on her lower belly, adding pressure.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers. I grin against her skin as I pull nearly all the way out. I thrust into her, hard and fast, barely giving her time to breathe. I set a brutal pace, one that sends electricity shooting down my spine.

She clings to me, taking what I give her. She loses herself to me, lets me use her as I please. She’s more perfect than I ever could have imagined.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” I moan, biting her shoulder, “Fucking made for me.”

I fuck her like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. I fuck her like she’s killing me.

My beautiful princess writhes beneath me and I pull back, turning her over. She lifts her hips in the air, arching her back to show off her perfect body, and I moan at the sight. She will be the death of me. Such a sweet death, that would be.

I run my hands over the globes of her ass and smack the right side. She jolts below me but I see the smile that flits over her lips. I soothe the ache before smacking the other side. She moans, but I want more than that.

I spank her again. “Say my name,” I grunt, thrusting my cock between her cheeks. I ache to be inside of her, but I need her to work for it.

She wiggles her ass and I give her two more slaps. “Say my name.”

“Ari,” she whispers, gripping the sheets below her. Her brow is furrowed, eyes screwed shut.

I slip my cock into her and thrust all the way in, hitting a new spot deep inside of her. She sucks in a tight breath, squeezing me tighter. “Ari,” she moans.

The way I fuck her is desperate, it gives away how much I fucking need her, how much I crave her.

“Say my name,” I tell her, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. She moans my name over and over again, and each time she says it I spank her.

We’re both close to finishing, both on the edge of ecstasy.

I grip her hips and drive into her harshly, loving the way my princess goes limp below me. The only thing holding her up is my hold on her hips.

“Fuck, baby, I need you to come one more time.” She nods and I watch one of her hands disappear between her legs.

“Please come inside me, Ari,” she whispers, burying her face in the bed. Fuck.

“Gonna fucking fill you up, princess,” I grunt, picking up my pace. “Gonna fuck a baby into your pretty pussy.” My words push her over the edge, and I feel her clench around me. She bucks against me and I hold her hips tightly to me.

I come hard, filling her just like I promised to. Every muscle in my body tightens, and the only thing that relaxes me is my princess’s soft breaths as she comes down from her high.

Together, we collapse against the bed, and I pull her into my chest. My cock is still semi-hard inside of her, but I have no intention of pulling out. Not right now, not when she’s so soft against me.

“You did so perfect for me,” I whisper, nudging my nose against her ear. “So perfect, princess.” She settles in, melting into my embrace, and I take it all in.

I’m never letting another man touch her, not now that I’ve felt her, tasted her. Fucked her.

She’s all mine.

Forever.

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I'm swooning. Thanks for writing something dedicated to the salt and pepper I so dearly adore ❤

Gray

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bucky’s starting to notice the gray in his beard and you show him you don’t mind at all.

Warnings: fluff, insecurity about aging, facesitting, beard riding, oral (f/receiving), Dom/sub vibes, daddy kink, established relationship, implied age gap, orgasm denial, overstimulation

@simplykenni and @targaryenvampireslayer made me do it. Not a smut writer as I always say, so it’s probably meh but I was feeling it.

Bucky Barnes || Masterlist

"I’m going to the store, want me to grab you anything?" you shout from the bedroom door, your bag already in hand.

"...Hair dye," Bucky mumbles so quietly, you aren’t sure of what you heard at all.

A deep frown creases your brow. The bag slips from your grasp and you let it, a chuckle of disbelief floating out of your lips.

You approach Bucky. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed in a black shirt and jeans that are tight on his broad frame. His shoulders are slumped and his expression is downcast. You find yourself wondering why he’s acting like this. While he can be brooding and sullen, there’s usually a reason for his gloominess, one you can trace.

The day’s been pleasantly tedious thus far. You’ve enjoyed having him back home instead of away on a mission. He’s been pushing himself especially hard lately. Too hard in your opinion. Your heart always aches when he comes back to you with cuts and bruises.

Even if you know how much he can handle, it doesn’t keep you from worrying.

You tilt your head in befuddlement.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t get this," you say, urging him to repeat.

Bucky clears his throat, his cobalt gaze wandering every part of the bedroom but pointedly avoiding your concerned stare.

"Black hair dye…" His dark brows knit as he shrugs. "Or whatever color you think my hair is."

You snort.

"Hair dye, what for?"

Hesitation hovers in the air as Bucky’s scowl accentuates. He pouts and rubs his jaw. "My beard…it gets grayer everyday." A deep sigh drops from his lips. "I knew the serum would stop working eventually, I just didn’t think it’d be so soon." He grimaces. "I can feel it in other places too."

Closing the distance, you walk up to him and cup the side of his face.

"Bucky…"

"You’re wasting your time with an old man, doll," he grumbles, a veil of sadness dimming his bright blue eyes.

You settle between his muscular thighs and cradle his face, announcing firmly, "I’m right where I want to be."

Bucky’s hands find your waist. He lazily strokes you there, another sigh dropping from his chest.

"You’re young and gorgeous. You can do better."

You shake your head in disapproval and bring your face closer to his. His familiar, masculine scent invades your senses and you soak it in.

You kiss the corner of his eyes and Bucky closes them.

"I love your crow’s feet and every wrinkle…" you whisper softly, Bucky’s hands going up and down your sides, "…and the flecks of gray in your beard. Don’t you dare dye it."

He hums in pleasure as your lips drift to his beard, planting more tender pecks there. Your jaw is then wrested by his callused fingers.

He tugs your lips to his and engulfs you in a deep, long kiss, moaning low in his throat.

"Hm, really doll?" he inquires against your lips.

"Yes."

His timbre lowers, raspy and suggestive.

"Then ride it."

Taken aback by his abrupt request, you choke on your words, heat rushing to your face, "I…"

You lean back, flustered, but Bucky pulls you against him, forcing you to meet his taunting grin and mischievous leer.

"Come on. You were talking such a big game about how much you love my beard, that you don’t mind that I’m becoming an old man." His smirk broadens, downright devilish now. "Then ride this old man’s face."

Teeth worrying your bottom lip, you unleash an airy laugh. This isn’t how this usually goes. You’re not even wearing your sexy underwear.

"I should probably prepare first," you stammer, slightly embarrassed.

Bucky’s firm hands on your hips keep you from escaping.

His lust-filled gaze languidly drags over your frame.

"No, I want to taste you now," he insists, fingers digging into your soft curves. The desperation and hunger in his velvety voice make your clit pulse. Your meek resistance turns to ash beneath his heated stare.

He moves further on the bed, taking you with him. You find yourself straddling his chest, your skirt pooling around you, while Bucky lies back and peers up at you.

Adoration is etched in his half-lidded stare.

"Come here," he beckons throatily, his warm fingers already creeping under your skirt.

A tiny moan escapes you as you move where his hands guide you. Your clothed cunt grazes his hard chest, this simple contact sending a zing of pleasure through your core.

Knees sinking into the mattress, you hesitate above his face. You shake as you grip the headboard. His warm breath caresses your folds through the thin cotton.

Bucky tuts in disapproval.

"I said I wanted you to ride it and I really meant it, doll," he says gruffly, bunching your skirt around your waist. Cool air dances on the exposed skin of your thighs.

A keen gasp rattles through your throat as he tugs you to his mouth.

His flesh hand wraps around your thigh while his metal one possessively cups your ass, keeping you in place as he feasts on your aching core.

Two of his thick fingers hook in your panties, pulling them aside so your cunt meets his ravenous lips.

Bucky drags his tongue over your slit slowly, diving in and out at a maddening pace.

He caresses your thighs as you pant above him.

Air falters in your lungs, hot puffs rushing in and out of your mouth. You sag against him, turning into a pathetic mess as your juices soak his beard.

The soppy sounds of Bucky eating you out fill the room, mingling with your tremulous whimpers and his satisfied grunts.

Unthinking as delight floods your mind, your hips undulate on his face on their own. The friction of his beard sends hot, delectable spikes through your core.

"Hm, you taste so fucking sweet, doll. Could drown in your pussy for hours," he praises, his breath ticking your folds. You feel his playful grin against your dripping flesh. "Maybe we should skip breakfast since I'm already having it."

Your cheeks flare hotly with his words. A high-pitched wail bursts from your throat as he sucks your tender bud into his mouth.

He growls and the vibrations rock through your core, your grip on the headboard tightening as your vision flickers.

Torturous circles are traced over your swollen heap of nerves. Your chest heaves and you’re so close, but he moves his tongue away from your clit each time you’re on the cusp of release. No end appears to be in sight as he teases you, his lips curving upward each time you squirm desperately on his face.

Being denied becomes painful. You start begging, tears swelling in your eyes.

"Bucky, please," you sob.

He hums, his large hands roaming over your trembling thighs.

"Please what?"

Chewing on your lip, you whimper when another swirl of his tongue has tingles bounce through your core. Frustration billows inside you as he leaves you wanting yet again.

"Please, daddy let me come," you plead breathlessly.

Satisfaction twinkles in his gaze.

"Hm, good little doll," he purrs.

He lavishes your clit with attention, holding you even tighter as you rub yourself on his scratchy jaw.

Your mind empties, nothing but lust crowding it. The pleasure mounts to a crest that has you seeing stars. Your socked feet curl against the sheets.

Strangled breaths escape your throat as your moans grow louder.

You tense, your stomach clenching. Your entire body quakes, swept with bliss as your back arches. Electricity bolts through your spine.

Bucky moans against your folds, drinking your arousal when you come apart.

He gives you no reprieve, pulling you back to him as you try to climb off his greedy mouth.

"Ah, daddy please, can’t take it anymore," you protest, hissing when your overstimulated folds brush against his beard.

His thumbs press into your clammy skin. He reaches up to play with one of your stray coils, cupping the side of your face.

A crooked smirk tilts his pink lips.

"Come on, doll. Daddy wants to drown in your juices. Give me another one."

An audible whine leaves your lips before you nod. He sits you on his face again, hands firmly on your hips. This time, Bucky does most of the work, moving your limp frame as he devours your cunt.

The sticky wet mess coats his nose, jaw and chin and Bucky revels in it.

You clutch the pillow, whining and sobbing as he plays with your aching clit. Each new orgasm is both pain and pleasure.

You both crave and dread his wicked tongue.

The air in the room grows sweltering, heavy. The smell of sin in the early morning clogs it.

"Bucky…S’too much…too much," you pant after a while.

"One more," he mumbles, his deep voice muffled by your drenched folds.

You heed his command, letting another blissful wave engulf you as he relentlessly massages your clit with his tongue.

One more becomes two more, Bucky unsatisfied until you literally collapse on top of him.

He gathers your heaving body against him and plants a tender kiss on your sweaty forehead.

Pride oozes from his soft tone.

"Such a good girl."

"...Can’t move."

He chuckles, tucking your head against his chest and wrapping his arms around you.

"It’s okay, doll. We can just stay like this," he whispers against your scalp.

"You better not dye it now."

His warm breath dances on your scalp as he hums low in his chest.

"I don’t know. I think I’ll need to make sure you like my beard as it is, doll… really really like it." His fingers creep along your inner thigh, dangerously close to your sore cunt. He nestles his head in the crook of your neck, scattering slow, beardy kisses over your shoulder. "Maybe after a couple more times…"

You slap his hand away.

"You bastard."

His laugh ripples against your skin. He licks his lips, slick with your essence, and drags his thumb over your parted mouth. As he admires your face, his smile grows.

"Hm, can’t blame me when you taste so delicious, doll."

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w0nderw0man-reading · 1 year

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Idiots ☺️

Congrats on the milestone 🎇

How about a little bit of lifeguard!Ari and enemies to lovers? Maybe he saves you and loses his shit at the thought of losing you!

Shallow(s)

AN: Thank you, Zoey my love! Here’s some angst and fluff with our bearded beach daddy.

Beta’d by @flordeamatista, dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and banner by me

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Summary: You hate working with Ari, mainly because you have a crush on him and he barely notices your existence, too busy flirting with all the pretty, skinny young things.

Relationship: Beach Lifeguard Ari x Beach Lifeguard Reader

Word Count: 2k

CW: Reader is mid-sized and muscular (no other descriptors), Miscommunication, Immature behaviour, Peril and angst (reader almost drowns), Fluff, First kiss.

A loud, deep belly laugh sounded across the open sand, making you instinctively look over to where it was coming from. You weren’t sure what else you expected other than the sight that greeted you.

Ari stood there, a beaming smile on his face as several sand bunny’s literally hung off him with a tighter grip than their skimpy bikinis had on their bodies.

Ugh.

You rolled your eyes. There was no doubting that your shift partner was good at his job, but why did he have to be so obviously shallow? He was always chatting to the skinny and beautiful, and it made you painfully aware that you were neither. Admittedly you couldn’t ever be classed as fat, but you were… sturdy. You worked out a lot and were muscular, which was handy in your job as a lifeguard. You had strength and stamina, and could easily bench press one of Ari’s fan-club.

However, you were mainly cross that you cared. You’d never admit out loud, cos you barely admitted it to yourself, that despite how much he annoyed you, you had a tsunami-sized crush on Ari. It was probably because he was one of the few men that made you feel small and delicate.

But he didn’t treat you like one of those girls. In fact he barely spoke to you, and when he did it was in the most derisive tone, almost like it was beneath him to even acknowledge you, let alone converse with you. You both cursed and rejoiced when you were rota’d on with him.

He had a variety of nicknames for you, none of them you enjoyed being referred to; Jungle Gym, Kaboose, Anne of Cleaves, Unit. Each one obviously picked to point out how unfeminine you were.

Well, fuck him.

You were good at your job, and you worked hard to maintain your fitness. You'd just have to try to ignore him.

Another day, another shift with Ari. He was sitting up on the lifeguard chair, while you patrolled the sand, chatting to beach patrons and keeping an eye on those you recognised as perennially light-fingered.

Suddenly, a shout rang out, and you turned to look out toward the water. You could see the thrashing of a pair of arms in the surf, and before you could think on it any further you were running out towards the waves.

You dove in, your float trailing behind you as you made your way out towards the person in trouble. As you got closer you saw that it was a very large man, much larger than you, and you were very glad for your strength training. When you came alongside him, you started your rehearsed patter.

“Just keep calm sir. Just relax and let me take you to shore.” You tried to place your float in his arms, before looping your arms under his armpits and started to swim back towards the beach.

However, he was either caught in his terror or not listening, or both, because he continued to thrash about, causing you to sink under the waves a few times and come up spluttering.

Just then, he was pulled away. You panicked for a second, worried that you’d accidentally swum into the riptide, but then realised that Ari had arrived to back you up. You were happy to hand over your charge, although you knew that later Ari would probably rib you for it and make comments about you couldn’t manage.

Treading water for a few moments, you coughed up the rest of the sea water and took a few deep lungfuls of air. Setting off, you quickly caught up with Ari and his charge, but the big man was still fighting the rescue.

It all happened so fast. One moment you were swimming and the next one of the guy’s feet flailed out and struck you in the face. The sea span in front of you and then it all went black.

“Don’t you die on me, Kaboose. Come on! Breath damn it.”

You could feel pain in your chest and then a pressure on your face and in your lungs…

You rolled over, vomiting up water, following it up with a hacking cough. Your eyes watered and your nose stung from the salt and the bile.

“Alright, everyone. Back up, back up. Give us space.”

Ari’s voice made your ears ring and you tried to get everything straight in your mind. A warm hand settled on your back, gently rubbing up and down.

“Take it easy. You’re gonna be okay. Just take some deep breaths for me.”

Later you’d blame the disorientation, but you pushed him away.

“Get your fuck-boi paws off me, Levinson.” You tried to stand, but you didn’t even get to your knees before a wave of dizziness hit you.

“Sit down before you fall down, Kaboose. You should really go to the hospital; you weren’t breathing there for a few minutes.”

You ground your teeth. “I’m fine. And stop calling me that! I get that I’m not the smallest or most dainty of women, but you don’t have to keep reminding me in such an unkind way.”

This time you were determined to get your feet, and although you wobbled a bit you managed it. And despite the fact that you were wet through, and probably had seaweed in your hair, you put your shoulders back and raised your chin.

“Now, I’m going home. Thank you for saving me. I’ll see you next shift.”

It was only as you walked away you realised that Ari had given you the kiss of life.

Fuck.

The only time his lips would be on for you and not only was it the most unromantic thing ever, you couldn’t even remember it.

Mid-evening and you were lying on your sofa. You’d had a bath when you got in, then gotten changed into your comfiest sweats and hoodie, ready to spend the rest of the day becoming one with your couch. You were in a foul mood, your chest aching and bruised from where Ari had given you CPR so you ended up putting on some horror films so you could laugh at how rubbish all the teenagers were for falling for all the blatant traps. You probably should have gone to the ER.

When there was a knock at your door, you groaned out loud. Who the hell was disturbing you at this time, unannounced? You looked through your peephole and groaned again when you saw who it was.

Ari.

“Go away!”

He leaned forward as if to look at you from his side of the fish-eye lens.

“Need to check if you’re okay. Open the door. Please.”

“I’m upright and I’m talking. There. I’m okay.”

He rolled his eyes.

“I bet you haven’t eaten yet, and I brought pizza. And cheesy garlic bread. C’mon!”

Your brain really wanted to tell him to fuck off, but your stomach had other ideas and rumbled loudly, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

“Fine.” You undid the complicated series of locks on your door before opening it and gesturing for him to come in. The smell of hot cheese, tomato sauce and garlic filled the space and your stomach rumbled again.

“So it is your stomach that decided to allow me in.” He grinned at you, and although you’d seen him smile before, it had never, ever been aimed in your direction. It was like being hit by a tonne of bricks. His eyes sparkled, cute crinkles forming either side of them. With his free hand he pushed back the hair that had fallen in his face, drawing attention to the shaggy mane. Thoughts of running your own fingers through that hair flashed through your brain, and you quickly tried to shake it away.

“Come on through.” You turned your back and walked towards your living room to take back up residence on your couch. You thought that Ari would sit in the opposing arm chair, but were taken aback when he scootched your feet out of the way and sat down next to you.

“What are we watching?” Your brain was malfunctioning, you were sure. Ari passed you the takeout boxes as he shrugged out of his coat and you couldn’t stop your eyes from being drawn to where the soft fabric of his t-shirt clung to his ridiculous biceps. This was getting out of hand.

“Ari. Why are you here?”

He opened the top box and pulled out a slice. He took a bite and you watched the cheese stretch between his mouth and the rest of the slice.

“To check on you. I said that.”

“I call bullshit.” You pulled out your own slice. “You don’t even like me. Why do you even care?”

It took you a moment to realise that Ari had frozen, slice halfway to his mouth and a stricken look on his face.

“What?” Your voice was muffled around your mouthful of pizza.

Ari put his half eaten slice down in the box, took yours from you, and then moved the cardboard containers to your coffee table. You looked on in confusion, a confusion that got even more pronounced when Ari took your hands in his. And damn the man, his enormous paws had you feeling dainty, and caused a flutter in your chest.

He had never touched you like this.

Ever.

“I need to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I ever made you feel less than the magnificent woman that you are. If you were ever hurt by the things I said. You’re so different from the other women that I know. You made me question things about myself and that kind of introspection was uncomfortable and I took it out on you. I resented you for making me feel things. Strong things. Unknown things.”

Your thoughts raced. Was he really saying this?

“Are you telling me that you were being all ‘schoolyard’ on me? Pulling my pigtails because you liked me? Totally mature, Ari.”

He hung his head and dropped your hands.

“I apologise again. And I’ll keep on apologising until you accept it. Even if it takes forever. Because you deserve better than the shitty way I’ve been treating you. You are strong and beautiful and kind, and so totally out of my league…”

The most unladylike snort came out of your mouth, interrupting him.

“Me? Outta your league? Hold up - it’s you that’s outta mine. Ari. You’re so hot it actually hurts to look at you. Do you know how long you’ve pissed me off, just by being handsome?”

At your outburst his lips started to twitch.

“Who’s immature now?”

“At least I didn’t take it out on you.”

He inclined his head in your direction, causing his hair to waft slightly, the light in the room turning it golden in places.

“Good point. But are you basically saying that you like me, after I said that I like you? But both of us thought we weren’t good enough for each other, so we’ve just been increasingly antagonistic?” His smile grew wider, his expression laced with something that could be hope. You returned his smile with a small giggle.

“Seems like it.”

His expression turned serious then and he shuffled closer to you, practically dragging you onto his lap and taking back hold of your hands again.

“You scared me today. I thought I’d lost you. You were so still and you weren’t breathing…” His eyes started to glisten and you pulled one of your hands free to cup his bearded cheek.

“Hey. You saved me. You saved me, Ari.”

Your hand travelled up to tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear, and you marvelled at the shifting colours within it; brown, auburn and gold.

“And you’re a warrior. A warrior queen. My Boudicca.”

You didn’t know which one of you moved -maybe it was both of you - but his lips were on yours and this time you were going to ensure you committed it all to memory. The slightly chapped texture of his lips, despite all of the lip balm he applied while on duty, the soft scratch of his beard on your skin and the warmth of his hand as he cradled the back of your head. Unfortunately there was also a painful ache in your chest as you pressed up against him, and you lurched back with a gasp.

“Oww!”

Ari looked at you with soft concern.

“Now will you agree to go to the hospital?”

You nodded, although you hated to admit he was right.

“Let’s go, Boudicca. The sooner you’re fixed up, the sooner I can kiss you again.” He scooped you up easily in his broad arms and you rested your head against his chest as he strode toward the door.

“Sounds good to me.”

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#ari levinson fic rec #angst

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Boxer!Bucky

Whenever I get knocked down, you pull me right back up.

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#moodboard

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YesYesYes love the idea and AU with grumpy Curtis 😍😍😍 break his walls down

Sonny idk if you’ve played the game The Last of Us but it’s my love again due to the show. But it’s got me thinking about a zombie apocalypse au with Curtis

~🥺

I haven't played it but I've watched a bunch of let's plays !! if I could rewatch a video game series all over again for the first time, it would be that one, or Detroit: become human 🥰 I also want to watch the show bc Pedro Pascal keeps popping up in my life and I think it's a sign to expand my love for a new dilf 🌚

AHHH ZOMBIE AU WITH CURTIS ?? this is what I'm thinking:

You're working on the gardens in your camp when people race towards the front gates, whispering about an intruder. Curiosity gets the better of you and you follow, just catching a glimpse of a man being led to the interrogation quarters. There's dirt and dried blood on his bearded cheeks, he's wearing a torn beanie and clothes that have seen better days. You barely notice the axe in his backpack before he disappears around the corner. And just like that, everyone is dispersed back to their jobs.

"Who was he?" You ask, jogging to Sam's side.

"Don't know, looks like he's been through shit from that scar on his face." He replies, the more cautious type when it came to new people, it took him weeks to warm up to you. "Let's hope he isn't bad news."

It turns out he isn’t bad news after all, Curtis is a close friend of Carol’s (your leader) from the beginning of the apocalypse and by some miracle, ended up in your area. You heard through the grapevine that he’s been alone for a while, lived off the land, scavenged and travelled all over the country.

total lumberjack/hunter vibes if you get what I mean. his few flannels and worn t-shirts... scruffy beard and deep voice... mhm yes

sweet, sweet you can’t help but want to know more about him but you aren’t the only one 😳 You watch him brush off attempts at conversations in the cafeteria, hanging his head low and slowly eating his food.

“Stop staring at him.”

“I wasn’t.” You nudge Wanda back, ducking down as he stands up and takes his plate to the kitchen. Your eyes follow his broad back, the defined muscles shifting under his thin white henley, and the fabric of his cargo pants clinging to his thighs.

let's be honest, you’ve been alone for a long time, there was no shame in looking. fantasizes and foggy memories can only last so long !!

Curtis being Curtis plays up the stoic, big bad mean man !! Shrugging off any attempts of friendship from the other campers, keeping to himself and his duties and only actually speaking to Carol or Steve, her second in command.

you know it can end in tears or a bruised ego, but you want to try too !! What's the worst that could happen that hasn't already happened?

Life right now was as terrible as it could get, so you take a chance: bringing him a fresh little basket of berries and some spare sheets you had lying around. To your dismay, he barely mutters a 'thanks' 🥺before continuing to mess with an engine, sleeves rolled up and that worn beanie on his head.

You know when to take a hint and gather the last bit of dignity, “uh, there’s a group birthday party tonight if you want to come. Everyone is going… uhm, no gifts necessary.” When he doesn’t respond, you hide away from the other men’s stares, knowing well enough that Sam’s was one of sympathy. “I-It’s a lot of fun, they play music, the kitchen makes a few cakes, and Carol let’s us stay up as long as we want.”

“As long as you’re all up on time the next day, I don’t care.” She said during one community meeting, “we deserve to have fun, even when life is so shitty.”

Again silence, not even a glance at you or the perfectly red and purple berries on the workbench. You take your losses, wrapping them around yourself in a form of self soothing and start walking away 🥺🥺

The clang of metal and a voice freezes your feet in the dirt, “How do you even know what day it is?”

“We don’t.” You swallow your nerves, grateful for more than one syllable, “we try to go by months. The changing seasons help,” although you didn’t get much of that here, “but we guess for the most part.”

and oh my... does he go ?? how long does it take for him to warm up to you ?? DOES HE EAT THE BERRIES ?? AHH and the smut ?? THE KINKS ???? THE FILTH ??????? I HAVE MANY THOTS ABOUT THIS GRUMPY MAN

#curtis everett fic rec

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That Bucky got a hell of a lot hotter while firing Maria, phew.

Everyone’s Watching Him (But He’s Looking At Her) (5)

Actor!Bucky Barnes x Assistant!Fem!Reader

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Summary: After learning Maria lied to keep the two of you apart, Bucky confronts her about her future as his manager, but only after experiencing waking up in the same bed with you for the first time.

Warnings: argument between Bucky and Maria, someone losing their job, soft fluff at the start, implied carnal activities the night before

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: @povlvr @fandoms-writings @jenzzyuk @koolerthanice-tea @buckylattes and @stuckysbike all wanted to see what happens between Bucky and Maria so here’s this little addition to the series. Photo credit by @marvelousell & banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Bucky stares down at your sleeping form, thinking to himself that you look far too sweet and precious for the likes of him to ever deserve.

Not that he’s been a bad person who’s warranted terrible, karmic things to happen to him, but surely to deserve someone as beautiful, attentive and caring as you to reciprocate his ardent feelings, he must have been a saint in a past life.

Your eyes flutter open and Bucky swears his heart completely stops just by the simple act of you looking at him. There’s a moment where you look surprised to see yourself waking up cuddled into his side, but then he can see the realisation play out in your eyes as the recollection of last night's carnal activities come back to you.

“Hi.” You whisper bashfully, lips curling into the type of fond smile he wishes he could capture and keep a copy of in his wallet until it’s faded with time.

There’s an odd surge of jealousy in Bucky’s stomach at the thought that anyone else has had the privilege of sharing such an intimate and vulnerable moment with you. Witnessing you in the first light of the morning, feeling your bare skin against his, being the first thing you see when you open your still drowsy eyes.

But then his mind reminds him that he’s the only one who has that honour now, that the most precious person in his life has chosen him, affording him the assurance of being the one you will wake up beside every morning, and Bucky makes a promise to himself to never take that for granted.

“Good morning, my love.” Bucky hoarsely mumbles, leaning down to gently place his lips on yours, an action he has only been able to perform for the last half a day, yet he already knows will never tire of doing.

Though you’re both still half asleep and your lips move languidly, it’s his favourite kiss you’ve shared so far (though he thinks that every time your lips touch his). It’s the first kiss of a new day, the first day where you’re waking up as something far more than just his assistant, and proves that everything that happened the night before wasn’t something out of a dream.

Bucky rues pulling his lips away from yours, though it does allow him the opportunity to gaze at your gorgeous features once more. Last night was ample evidence that there will never be a more blissful feeling than when the two of you are joined as one, but he also knows if he goes any further with you right now, he’ll be so caught up in you that he’ll miss the last of the interviews held today he’s contracted to complete.

“Doll, I need to ask you a favour.”

“Anything for you Buck.” You say without hesitation and a smile which makes Bucky’s stomach flip. You don’t even know what aid he’s requesting and you’re already accepting. The implicit trust in the gesture has his chest filling with warmth.

“Can you stay here at home today? For me.” He adds on.

“But todays the last day of interviews… You don’t want me there?” Bucky’s heart sinks at the thought that you don’t know your presence is what sustains him. If it were purely up to him, you’d never leave his sight nor touch so much as for a single minute.

But he reminds himself he’s doing this for your benefit, not his own.

“Baby, I want you with me everywhere I go,” he pauses to quickly kiss you again, for emphasis, “but I have to honour the film contract Maria wrote up, which means I still have to pretend to be Sharon’s doting boyfriend for the rest of the day, I don’t want you to have to sit through all that. Plus, you’ve been working so hard, you deserve some time off.” You don’t say anything, but flash him a thankful smile, which is enough reward to get him through the entire day without you.

“And then, when you come home, you’ll be all mine.” You comment with a cheeky smile he knows implies much more lascivious wants than the innocent words would suggest on their own.

“I’m already all yours.” Bucky kisses you again, partly because he wants to convey how sincerely he means the statement, but mostly because he simply can’t get enough of you. “In all the ways that matter.”

Even though he risks being late for hair and makeup before another day of interviews, Bucky finds that when his lips touch yours he doesn’t care about anything else in the world. This pure happiness and contentment is what he’s been searching for his entire life, what most people dream of finding with someone but few rarely get the pleasure of experiencing.

He’s not willing to risk what he hopes will be the remainder of his future with you. Anyone or anything posing a threat to that cannot remain in his life.

Mostly it was his own obliviousness to blame for not telling you sooner how his heart beats for you and that no amount of time on this earth will ever be enough to show you every intricacy of his adoration for you.

But there was one other external force that had adversely impacted on your relationship, almost driving you apart completely. And Bucky will never allow her to come between him and what he holds dear again.

Before he leaves for the studio that morning, he makes the executive decision that Maria has to be let go.

* * *

The set is as busy as usual. What feels like a million different crew members are bustling around to make sure everything is running smoothly, and when the cameras aren’t rolling, the sounds of numerous voices speaking over each other makes Bucky feel like he’s audibly drowning.

All he wants is to look up and find relief in your smiling face, settling the tornado of anxiety raging in his chest, but every time he answers a question regarding his supposed relationship with Sharon, whilst interlocking his hand with hers, it’s a jarring reminder of why he asked you to stay at home.

During a break between one of the last interviews, Bucky notices Maria isn’t on the phone, a rare occurrence for her, and takes the opportunity he’s been waiting all day for. The memory of the hurt and confusion on your face when Bucky revealed his feelings, which were in contrast to what Maria had communicated to you, spurs him on.

“Maria, I need a word.” Stern determination fills Bucky’s voice and leaves no room for debate.

He storms away towards his dressing room, wanting some privacy so the uncomfortable conversation isn’t witnessed by the hoard of people working on set.

“I need you to explain to me why you lied about Sharon and I being a real couple.” Is what he says once Maria shuts the door behind her. Either she isn’t surprised by the revelation, or she’s practised enough to know how to hide it.

“Look, Bucky, I never said a real couple. I can’t help it if certain people interpret things in a different way to what I was intending.” Certain people. Bucky internally scoffs. She can’t even say your name, nor admit fault, when she’s unquestionably been caught in a lie.

“Don’t play innocent with me Maria. I know what you said and I have a feeling I know why you did it too, but I want to hear it from you, because the part of me that has been your friend for over five years simply cannot believe you’d be that manipulative.” Maria simply smiles, almost as if Bucky had given her a compliment, and it makes rage burn like hot coals in his stomach.

“I’m your manager Bucky, my job is to make decisions on your behalf that are going to benefit your career. Dating an insignificant assistant isn’t going to do anything for you other than push you down the road to irrelevancy.”

Bucky has the urge to scream at her for the way she’s speaking about you.

“Did you not for a minute think about what was best for me as a person? I think you could see how in love with her I am and yet you chose to do it anyway!” The only reason Maria would have pushed the two of you apart would be if she could see the connection you had. Her nonchalant reaction all but confirms his suspicions.

“Look it was only meant to be until the movie had become a success, and clearly it worked! If you look at the box office numbers-”

“I don’t care about the fucking numbers Maria, I care about my girl! And you’ll never have the chance to come between us again. You’re fired.” The normal anxiety anyone would feel when letting someone go from their job is overruled by the resolve provided by the need to protect you with everything he has.

“You’re really going to fire your loyal manager because of some girl you’re probably going to get tired of in two months?”

“Without hesitation. And I will never get tired of her Maria, I love her, with my entire being. It actually scares me how much I love her because it means my entire life is reserved in a single person, but if the only thing I ever accomplish in the rest of my days is loving and cherishing her, then it will be the most rewarding life I could have lived. My career means nothing if I don’t have her by my side, and that’s clearly not something you can comprehend.” Maria looks unfazed at Bucky’s disclosure and it makes him wonder if all those feelings really are plainly obvious when he looks at you. His sister certainly seems to think so.

“You do realise if you fire me you also fire her right? She’s employed by my management firm, not by you directly. Are you really going to do that to her?” Bucky is sure the smirk on her face indicates Maria thinks she’s found a loophole which will prevent him from following through with her dismissal, but he clearly knows something she doesn’t.

“Check your inbox, her letter of resignation will already be there.” At Bucky’s words a crack forms in her overconfident facade, a surprised comprehension seeping through which allows Bucky to feel greatly pleased with himself. “Goodbye and good riddance Maria.”

Before allowing Maria the time to protest again, or come up with a concoction of manipulative lies, Bucky turns around and walks back to set, a triumphant smirk curving on his lips.

Now, he only needs to endure a couple more interviews before he gets to return home to you, where he left his heart this morning for you to take care of until he can finally be free of the fraudulent relationship.

After a day of pretending to be someone else’s boyfriend, he’ll finally get the opportunity to go home and prove to you how much he loves you, and only you.

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#bucky barnes fic rec #fluff

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Fictional boyfriend meets book boyfriend 😂

Absolutely adorable these two 🥰

Book Boyfriend

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Summary: Bucky is better than any book boyfriend. You'll prove it to him. Word Count: Over 1.9k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (m. receiving), dirty talk, possible touch of insecurity, slight feels (it's me, okay), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: A Stud and Smartie "drabble" for Sinday thanks to a wonderful prompt provided by @drabblewithfrannybarnes . I hope I did this justice, my beautiful friend! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone , so any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass, and divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

It was supposed to be a harmless game night. Something fun for you, Bucky, and your friends to unwind. Between classes, work, and everything in between, you all deserve a break.

You didn't expect to be on your knees for Bucky while everyone hung out in the living room.

His. Fault. My fault? No, it's his fault that his perfect cock is sliding in and out of my mouth when I should be a good hostess.

You would remind him of that later once everyone left.

For now, you had to take care of him.

It began a few minutes prior when Clint started setting up the next game while you snuggled with Bucky on the couch. That was after you tried to make sure everyone had a drink or snack and he snaked a hand out to pull you down beside him. He firmly wrapped an arm around you to pin you to the spot when you attempted to get up.

“What does a guy have to do to get your attention?” he asked as you tucked your legs beneath you.

A strange look crossed your face as he pulled you closer. “You think you don’t have my attention?”

Bucky decided to wear a tight blue t-shirt and spritz himself in your favorite cologne before everyone showed up. You couldn’t even concentrate on the first game you played because the scent left you dizzy, along with his hand teasing your inner thigh. You told him you’d yank on his hair if he kept it up.

“That a promise?” was his retort.

Menace.

“I don’t know,” Bucky said in a singsong tone. “You didn’t pay much attention to me today.”

“We cleaned the apartment so it would look nice for everyone,” you reminded him.

“You had your headphones on for most of the day,” he pouted.

An actual pout, which you were tempted to kiss away.

“It helped the cleaning go by faster, that’s all,” you said, moving your body closer to lean against him. “You always have my attention, Stud.”

Always.

"Are you two going to be lovey-dovey all night?" Sam asked. “I guess that isn’t different from any other night with you two. No wonder Alpine’s hiding.”

"Give them a break,” Steve intervened, the corner of his lip lifting in a small smile. “It's sweet."

"Yeah,” you smiled. “Let me be lovey with my boyfriend."

"Aww, so you do wanna pay attention to me,” Bucky teased, placing his hand back on your thigh.

Like he had during the previous game.

“You wanna be lovey with me, Smartie?"

"Hold on, big boy,” you giggled, putting your hand over his. You didn’t push it away since, well, you liked having his attention, too. “Maybe not where they can see."

Bucky’s friends put up with the two of you flirting and dancing around each other before you started dating. Having to deal with the two of you once you got together was another level. And while Steve thought you two were sweet and Natasha planned to help you design a wedding dress, which you argued you weren’t engaged, you didn’t want to flaunt or make them uncomfortable.

Bucky’s lips brushed the shell of your ear before he whispered in a low voice, "You think I give a fuck if any of them see?"

You sat up straight as you attempted to process the words that came out of his mouth.

No. That has to be a coincidence. Act normal. Don't give anything away. Like we're playing poker.

"Get on your fucking knees for me,” he rasped, nipping your earlobe hard enough that you had to bite back a whimper. “Show me how much you love me."

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuckity fuck.

"…You listened to my audio book?" you asked, closing your eyes because you were sure you’d combust if you looked at him.

And how would you explain that to the gang?

“Not on purpose. You left it running when you took a break to feed Al. I am, however, a little offended because why would you listen to that when you have me?” he asked, cupping your chin and turning your face toward his.

You kept your eyes shut. You weren't exactly embarrassed that he caught you. Not completely. Lots of people listened to naughty books.

“You know I love to read. You could’ve just picked a book for us to read together and act out. I can get my voice nice and deep, just like when my cock’s inside you.”

Brain does not compute. Smartie is going into reboot mode. I’m thinking of myself in the third person. Goodbye.

“Open your eyes, doll,” he urged, smiling when you obeyed. “There’s my beautiful girl. And I think you do wanna get on your knees for me,” he said, like it was just the two of you there.

Up close, you could see how blown his pupils were. The hand on your thigh didn’t inch higher, but his grip tightened like he was trying to stay in control. And all you could think about was how quickly you could suck him off before the next game.

“Be right back!” you announced, surprising yourself with your strength as you managed to stand up and pull your large boyfriend with you.

“Everything okay?” Steve asked as you dragged Bucky away.

“I think they’re gonna play ‘hide and seek’,” Natasha answered.

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Clint questioned. “I can think of a few other names for it.”

You drowned out the conversation as you pulled Bucky to your bedroom and shut the door. You didn't mean for the kiss to be so desperate, but hearing the rasp of his voice as he repeated the naughty audio back to you riled you up once the shock wore off. He didn't seem to mind as your lips parted to allow his tongue inside.

Hell, you could consider it a blessing that he heard since it sounded a million times hotter coming from him.

"No more audio books," he said as he leaned against your door, staring you down as you dropped to your knees.

You were glad the light was on so you could see the desire in his eyes.

A look that only you got to see.

"Why not?" you asked as you worked his jeans open, smiling as you gave him your best doe-eyed expression.

"Because I want my voice to be the only one you get off to," he said, brushing a hand along the top of your head as you froze. "Is that wrong of me?"

The adoring smile on his face was met with one of your own. "Is that why you've been wanting my attention tonight?” you asked, your smile falling a bit. “You think I prefer a book boyfriend over you?"

He didn't say anything, but his smile fell a bit, too.

Oh, hell no.

Your brilliant, hard working boyfriend, the gorgeous, solid wall of muscle, your rock, the man who worked his way into your heart and became your best friend. Was he actually jealous of some random man's voice reading filth to you? As if that guy would ever compare to the perfect man in front of you.

You refused to let him feel anything less than the confident man you fell for, especially when he made you feel like a goddess.

"Who do you think I'm thinking about when I read, or listen, to any romance novel? It's YOU, Bucky. And when the book ends, I actually have you," you promised, your mouth watering as you distracted him long enough to get his cock out. The adoring gaze is still on your face as you stroke him. "And I love being on my knees for you, just like you do for me. You taste so good and you're so big. Chokes me in the best way."

"Fuck," he whispered as you licked him from base to tip.

You weren't lying when you said you loved the taste of him. Musky, delectable, something so masculine, you'd always want more. Because it was Bucky’s taste and his dick and his everything.

"I want you to ruin my mouth the way you did outside of the shop," you challenged.

If he can fuck my throat in the car before going back to work, he can do it here.

You swirled your tongue around him before swallowing him down. You didn't stop until the tip hit the back of your throat. It didn't matter if you choked or gagged, or if your jaw ached from the girth of him, as long as he knew how much you loved him.

"My dirty girl sucking me off while our friends are here. Can't even go a day without my cock in one of your holes, can you?" he groaned, keeping his hand on the back of your head. "Look at me, please. Let me see those pretty eyes while you take me."

You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked a bit harder, your tongue teasing him just the way he liked it. You didn't want him to hold back and you hoped the warmth of your mouth would allow him to lose himself for a short time. The way his thigh trembled under your touch, it wouldn't take him long.

"So fucking beautiful like this," his strained voice made you moan. "Should keep you under the table so you can keep me warm before I fill you up later."

Drool sweeped around your swollen lips as your nose bumped the patch of coarse curls. The image of him playing cards while you kept your mouth around him made your panties damp. Maybe you could explore that one day.

"I'm close," he warned you, his head almost hitting the door. You refused to tear your gaze away as you glided your teeth ever so gently along him. "You gonna swallow it like a good girl? Take everything I give you?"

He was giving you an out in case you didn't want to.

Which only made you double your efforts.

Bucky came with a moan so deep it almost got you off. Warm on your tongue, you swallowed his release as much as you could before you began to lick him clean. Seeing him flushed and satisfied as he caught his breath made you smile once you finished and tucked him back in his underwear.

"I need to taste you now," he groaned, gripping your arms to help you to your feet.

And that’s another reason why you’re better than any book boyfriend.

“Wait,” you croaked when he kissed you, seemingly uncaring that the taste of him was still fresh in your mouth. “You know I adore you, right?" you asked, pausing to clear your throat again. "And you're the only one I want."

Whether he was actually jealous that you listened to a smutty audiobook or not, you needed to say that.

“I know, Smartie,” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose. “I adore you, too. I'll take you over a book girlfriend any day of the week."

You better.

You could blame being on your knees for why you fell against him for support. “They’re probably waiting for us.”

And they'll be able to tell from my voice exactly what we were up to.

"I think they started without us,” he smirked. “Besides, we're not done playing 'hide and seek'.”

If anyone could convince you to hide in your room and play a bit longer, it was Stud.

Lucky for you, it was a game you’d both have the pleasure of winning.

Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

#bucky barnes fic rec #fluff #smut

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Sounds like she made a fantastic upgrade 🥵

Good Graces

AN: Cos Seb's latest looks have us all in a chokehold, but I'm too old to imagine him as my dad's best friend - so ex's best friend it is!

Beta'd by @sgt-seabass

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Moodboard and banner by me

Relationship: Ex's best friend Bucky Barnes x MILF Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

CW: Flirting, Lust at first sight, Explicit sexual content (vaginal fingering, jerking, unprotected PinV sex (reader is on BC)), Secret sex.

When Lee, your ex-husband, had asked if he could bring a new friend with him to the twins party you inwardly rolled your eyes. He said it was for moral support - he was worried about judgemental looks and remarks from all your (his) old friends - but part of you thought he just wanted to show off his latest barbie doll.

He may have cheated on you with Layla from his office, but you’d heard through the grapevine that it hadn’t lasted one month past your divorce. No doubt he’d found someone new. Young. Skinny. No stretch marks and no fupa. Fuck him.

However, for the twin’s sake you decided to be the bigger person and had agreed that it would be fine. Hopefully, with all the other folk coming, adults and kids, you’d be able to avoid him and his ‘friend’.

You were still running around like a headless chicken when he arrived. The garden was decorated, the bouncy castle was inflated (which your kids were currently testing out with a few of their friends who’d arrived early), but you were still bringing all the food outside to the table.

Your dad had offered to man the grill, and was currently prodding coals with more intensity than you thought it needed, but it was keeping him out your hair. You loved your dad, and he loved you, but sometimes he was hard work. Not as hard work as Lee.

The gate hinges squealed and then the wood banged against the gate post as the closer swung it shut.

“Hey, darlin’.”

Lee stood, looking slightly awkward and slightly sweaty, two badly wrapped gifts in his arms. Hopefully he’d bought something from the list you sent him, unlike at Christmas.

You put on your best ‘guest welcoming’ smile.

“Hi Lee. Glad you could make it. The twins will be glad to see you.” You turned toward the bouncy castle.

“Cassie, Isaac, your father’s here.”

Your kids shouted with joy and jumped off the inflatable, and ran towards Lee.

“Daddy!”

He knelt and managed to put the presents down before the two barrelled into him. In moments like this you found it hard to still be angry with him. He might have been a useless husband and not always the best father, but he did love his kids.

You looked around, realising you didn’t see a stranger’s face, and wondered where his friend was. You were about to ask him about his mysterious guest when the gate opened again.

The breath froze in your lungs as the man pulled off his sunglasses. Tall, lean, brunet, a slight scruffy beard going to grey in places, with aquamarine eyes and laughter lines at their corners. His hair was slightly on the long side, curling up at the nape of his neck. Navy pants, a navy t-shirt and a navy suit jacket. It should have looked over the top for a kids birthday party, but somehow it didn’t.

He walked towards you, a smile on his face, hand outstretched.

“Hey, you must be Mrs Bodecker. I’m Bucky. Bucky Barnes. Lee’s friend.”

Your nose screwed up a bit as he spoke.

“Please don’t call me that. I’ve only kept the name so the kids don’t get confused.”

He chuckled, not offended by your response in the least.

“Understandable, but I thought it might be a bit…” he looked you up and down, “... presumptuous to call you by your first name straight off.”

Call me whatever you want… and I’ll do whatever you want…

You tried to get your dirty mind under control. It was your kids' party for god’s sake. You must be more touch starved than you thought. Sex had never been high on your agenda; it had never been the mind-blowing, toe-curling experience your romance novels had made it out to be. But you hadn’t been totally adverse to it with Lee, especially at the beginning of your relationship.

However, this friend of his, Bucky, looked like sin on legs; like one of the hero’s from the cover of said romance novels. Just looking at him you wanted to throw caution to the wind, get a bit wild and a bit selfish.

“So, Bucky introduced himself to ya, darlin’?”

For once you were actually grateful to Lee. His reappearance by your side pulled you out of your erotic daydream.

“Lee, please. I’m not your darlin’ anymore.”

He dropped his head, chagrined, and you tried to ignore the brief quirk of Bucky’s plump pink lips.

“Sorry, force o’ habit. What do you need me to do?”

“Can you and Bucky keep an eye on the bouncy castle? There’s a couple of chairs set up. Just make sure the kids don’t have shoes on, or loose jewellery, and no more than 10 at a time.”

Bucky smiled at you over Lee’s shoulder.

“I’m sure we can manage that, eh bud?”

You smiled back. “Thanks.”

You made a quick escape then, darting back inside to get more food and also get yourself a cold drink. You were just putting the now empty glass on the draining board when your friend, and neighbour, Gabi, came in through the French doors.

“Who the heck is that hot guy with Lee?”

“He’s called Bucky. Apparently he’s a new friend. Gotta say, not the type of friend I was expecting Lee to bring, but I’m not disappointed.”

Turning, you opened the fridge and pulled out a bag of grapes. Gabi was grinning at you as you pulled each one off the stem and placed them on a platter.

“I’ll say! He’s rather yummy looking.”

“Gabs, you’re married!”

She plucked a grape off the platter and popped it in her mouth.

“Yeah, but I’m not dead. I can window shop. No harm in it. You on the other hand…” She looked at you with a sly smile and waggled her eyebrows.

“No. One, it’s the twins’ party. Two, I only met the man five minutes ago, and three I don’t need a man.”

Gabi rolled her eyes as you counted off your reasons on your fingers.

“I’m not telling you to jump him under the piñata. But you could get his number. And I’m not saying to start a relationship with him. I’m just saying that he looks like he knows how to please a woman.” She looked out of your kitchen and across the garden to where Bucky and Lee were organising the kids on the bouncy castle. “Look at those fingers! And I’ve noticed already that his tongue keeps trying to escape his mouth. Just think what he could do with those!”

“Not helping!”

“Pssshh, I’m helping plenty. Woman to woman- do it! You need a good dicking down. You deserve a good dicking down.”

You glared at her and she grinned, before throwing up her hands.

“Okay, okay. I won’t say another word on the subject.” She mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key and you could help but laugh.

“Come on, you perv.” You nudged your shoulder against hers. “Let’s get the rest of this food outside so my dad can start his slow but steady pace on the grill. Hopefully the fruit kebabs will keep the kids happy until the hotdogs are cooked.”

For the most part you managed to get on with the party, pandering to all the kids present, and ignored your unexpected, and distracting guest. It was difficult though, because somehow your ears had honed in on Bucky’s deep, syrupy voice, and everytime his melodious laughter rang out across your garden you found yourself looking toward him. And to make matters worse, when you did, his gaze seemed to lock with yours. He’d smile at you, eyes sparkling with mischief, and something more intimate that you were trying to ignore. Which was hard when he tipped back his head to swig from his beer bottle and a drop somehow escaped his lips and ran down his jaw, then down the firm column of his neck to disappear into the opening of his shirt. How you managed not to launch yourself across the grass and lick the errant rivulet up, you weren’t sure.

When it became time for the cake, you brought out the split MineCraft/Star Wars confection that your friend Jackie had made and placed it on the table in front of the excited children. It was then that you realised that you’d left your box of matches inside, but before you could turn around to get them, a lighter appeared in front of your eyes.

You met Bucky’s grin, and smiled back without thinking, before ducking your head down and away, returning your attention to the task at hand. Or at least trying to.

When the party wound down, you were glad that some of your close friends and family stayed back to help tidy up. Isaac and Cassie ran up to their rooms with some of the other remaining kids, intent on playing with their new toys and you tried not to think of the mess in their rooms you’d have to tidy up tomorrow. At your request Lee started to deflate the castle. He wasn’t a bad man overall, but you’d just not been right for each other.

Gabi was taking down the decorations and chatting to your dad, while he cleared up the grill paraphernalia, as you started to carry the empty and part-empty food platters inside. Taking a moment for yourself, you rested your hands on the counter top, letting it take your weight. Your eyes closed, and you let your head drop, taking in a few deep breaths.

“How are you doing? Need any help in here?”

You jumped and turned around at the sound of Bucky’s voice. Somehow he’d almost completely snuck up on you and now was breathtakingly close. “I…um… just having a breather. It’s been a pretty full-on day.”

He took a step forward, and you had to tilt your head up to continue looking at his face. His very handsome face. “Bet you have a lot of those, sweetheart. When did you last do anything for yourself? I really can’t believe that Lee cheated on you. If you were my wife I don’t think I could have kept my hands off you. He’s my friend, but he’s an idiot.”

You snorted and then covered your mouth with your hand. “I plead the fifth. And do you go around flirting with all your friend’s ex-wives?”

His eyes roamed over you, unashamed and blatant. “Only those that could be categorised as ‘MILFs’ and I’ve only met one of those…”

“Smooth, Mr Barnes.”

His tongue slipped out from between his lips and ran over the lower one, and you couldn’t draw your eyes away. “Is it working?”

“Is what working?” You shifted an inch closer, your hand resting on the blue suit jacket he was wearing, feeling the smoothness of the fabric.

“Me trying to get into your good graces?”

“Is that what you call it?”

“You could call it something else, if you want.” His head lowered, his intentions telegraphed, giving you time to move your own away.

“I do want…” Your voice was low and soft as you instead raised your head to meet his lips.

There was no finesse. There was just unashamed want, like a starving man facing his last meal. You fisted the lapels of his jacket as your mouth opened under his. You drank in his kiss and returned it with fervour. You were drunk on him, drunk on lust and could feel heat pooling in your abdomen, a feeling so strange to you, due to its previous rarity.

Part of your brain kicked in enough to realise that should anyone come up towards the house from the garden, or the kids come downstairs, you would be caught in a rather compromising situation. But you didn’t want to stop.

Instead, you stepped away from the counter, using your body weight to gently steer Bucky backward toward your pantry.

You released his lips and jacket long enough to open the door to the small walk in cupboard before stepping in and dragging Bucky after you. His lips fell back to your neck and you could feel his smile as he pulled the door shut behind himself. Your fingers tangled into his hair as he kissed your throat, the hair of his beard tickling you. Lee had never had facial hair, so it had been a very long time since you’d experienced the feeling.

All thoughts of Lee were pushed from your mind as your back was pressed up against the shelves, the cans and jars stored on them juddering slightly. Bucky’s hands roamed your body over your sensible dress. When his thumbs brushed over your nipples you gasped and arched your back. You heard Bucky chuckle, and then groan as your hips pressed up against his, his erection obvious through his pants.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, under his jacket and started to pull his shirt out of his pants. You needed to feel him, get your hands on his flesh. There were no words between you, just gasps and moans of pleasure as you pushed the soft cotton up to curl your fingers into his back as he unbuttoned the top half of your dress.

Your hands returned to Bucky’s hair again as he ducked his head to suckle each breast in turn through the lace of your bra, the stiff fabric creating an almost painful friction against your peaked nipples as it was soaked by his tongue.

His hands, in contrast, were pulling up the hem of your dress, stroking over your bare thighs to cup at your sodden core. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been so aroused. You were aware that you moaned his name as he’d touched you, because he sucked at your breast even harder. His deft fingers stroked you over panties until you were pleading breathily in his ear. When he finally pulled the damp cotton to the side and slid a finger inside you, you swear you had a small orgasm, from the way your body trembled and the breath was pulled from your lungs.

Bucky pumped his digit into you a few times before returning his lips to yours. You wondered why, but then he pressed a second finger into you and you cried out into his mouth and he swallowed the noise. You tugged the hair at the nape of his neck and he growled before pumping his wrist harder and curling his fingers inside you.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you can give it to me. I just know you're gonna cum so beautifully. You fucking deserve it. That’s it, baby, that’s it.”

He muttered against your lips and cheek as you kissed and nipped his beard, but when he felt your legs tremble, and heard your breath hitch, he kissed you deeply again as you came. Later, you were glad that he had.

You heard the noises you made in your own ears, squeaks and mewls, as your body surrendered to a little known pleasure. Your head spun as you drew in breath through your nose and your grip on his hair tightened even further. Bucky’s fingers continued to stroke you, albeit more softly as he guided you through the aftershocks, and you felt the world come back to you, although your legs felt like jelly and your mind felt all floaty and light.

Slowly, Bucky withdrew his fingers from the clutch of your body, leaving your aching and empty. You whimpered, but Bucky shushed you gently, rubbing his nose against yours.

He then leant back and, in the crack of light coming from under the door, you saw him raise his fingers to his mouth and slowly suck on them in turn. When he moaned you felt your pussy clench, imagining that he was making that noise tasting your essence from the source. And, despite the fact that you’d just had the most mind-numbing orgasm you could remember, you wanted more from him.

You wanted everything.

You practically yanked his fingers from his mouth, bringing them to your own and licking up them, before smashing your lips to his in another feral, needy kiss. Bucky pressed you harder against the shelves, but you ignored the discomfort as the wood dug into your spine; you were more intent on reaching your goal. Your hands went to the fly of his pants as Bucky pulled your dress right up with one hand and massaged one of your breasts with the other.

Your right hand slid into his briefs, a smug sensation filling you when you felt the wetness of his precum on the waistband. The feeling was short lived though, overtaken by a combination of shock and some trepidation when you felt how big he was. Your fingers didn’t meet around his girth, but it didn’t deter you. You stroked up his length, wanting to give him back at least a portion of the pleasure he had given to you.

You touched and devoured each other, but eventually you both became impatient. Bucky lifted your right leg and hitched it over his hip, taking his cock from your hand and pressing towards you. You shuddered with pleasure when he slid his tip through your folds, coating himself in your arousal.

Winding your arms around his neck you braced yourself as he slid home, rocking into you with more care than you’d anticipated. Your eyes rolled back and your eyelids fluttered as you gave yourself over to feeling. Feeling him stretch you wide. Feeling him fill you like you’d never felt before. A gasp left you as he got as close as he could, and then stilled. You could hear his breath in your ear, breaths that let you know he was collecting himself.

“You feel more amazing than I thought. Fuck. Gripping me so tight, I don’t know how I haven’t cum yet.”

You clenched at his words and he groaned at the sensation.

“Can I fuck you, sweetheart? I fucking need it, and I think you do to. I wanna fuck you until you see stars, until all you can say is my name. I want to swallow your cries again, and again.”

You couldn’t speak, just nodded your head against his neck and bit down on your lower lip as he canted his hips back, dragging his cock through your spasming walls before firmly thrusting back in. You sucked in a deep breath through your nose, trying to hold on to your sanity as Bucky fucked into you again. But your sanity slipped away moment by moment as he upped his pace.

When his hands came round you and under your ass to lift you up properly, so you could wrap both legs around his waist, your brain was a puddle.

Now he’d lifted you Bucky had more leverage, thrusting into you harder and faster. Jars clinked against each other, packets of seasoning fell over and a can jumped off the shelf and rolled across the floor. You ignored it.

In fact, you barely noticed it, nearly all of your focus on the way Bucky was making you feel.

The way your skin tingled all over. The way he kept swapping between kissing you with ferocity and burying his face in your neck. The way his fingers gripped your ass, no doubt leaving bruises. And the way his cock was moving in you just right. Touching all the right spots. The spots you hadn’t thought you had.

There was a gradual tightening within you, an incremental build up, and you knew, just knew, that this impending orgasm would make the one you’d had only minutes ago seem pathetic in comparison. Bucky thrust into you like a man possessed and you swapped one hand to grip the shelf above your head for stability, rocking your hips against his in a wild dance.

Your body froze when you came, every tendon and muscle stretched out tight as electricity danced across all your nerve endings. Your blood was rushing in your ears and stars danced on the backs of your eyelids; you’d never felt anything like this.

“Sweetheart, oh god, I’m so close. Where should I cum?”

You forced your brain to tune in enough to answer him, despite the delicious aftershocks shooting through your body.

“‘M on the pill…”

You’d barely finished answering before Bucky burrowed his head into your neck to muffle his shouts of ecstasy as he pumped you full of his cum. You clung onto him, coming down from your high as he recovered from his own. All was silent for a few minutes, other than the sounds of your combined breathing. Slowly he lowered your legs to the floor, and you moaned as he slipped from you and you felt his cum trickle down your thigh. You reached behind you, pulling a few sheets from the paper towel roll and used it to clean yourself up a bit, before neatening your dishevelled appearance. You weren’t sure what to say to Bucky, now that reality was creeping back in, but he picked up on your reticence.

“Hey.” He cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to face him. The low light threw shadows over his face, but you could still make out his questioning expression. “Are you okay? Please don’t say you regret that, because I don’t. Not one bit.”

“No. It’s just… um… well I don’t really do this. Like ever.”

“Do you mean two orgasms back to back, or having sex with a virtual stranger in your pantry?”

You giggled at the absurdity of it all. “Both!”

Bucky shifted closer again, pulling you against him. “Well next time, maybe we can try a bed and I can try for three. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect. But first we gotta sneak outta here first without the kids, or Lee, noticing.”

“That’s second. First, I gotta kiss you again.”

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#bucky barnes fic rec #smut

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Slide into my DMs, pretty please. I wanna see.

Beers & Beef Jerky

Summary: Dean’s fantasy may just come true.

Warnings: smut.

W/C: 1k

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

A/N: @suckitands33 sent me the below gif as part of a request. This isn’t what you asked for and I’m still holding onto the ask with the hope that the inspiration will spark but one of the gifs you sent inspired this. UPDATE: It got flagged so had to remove the gif, sorry!!

Betas: @cockslutpadalecki // all mistakes are mine.

Graphics: made by me on canva. Dividers: @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: All The Fandoms // Supernatural

Beers & Beef Jerky

Dean goes into the general store in Lawrence often. If he’s had a good day or he’s heading out of town on a case, he buys beers and beef jerky for the road. If it's been a bad day, he buys whiskey and condoms with the intention of losing himself in liquor and an easy woman. The place is open 24/7 and he’s been in at all different times of day and night, though he won’t admit it, when he’s able, he schedules his drop-ins to match your shifts.

You’ve always got a smile for him, it’s kind and inviting, but pressureless. You don’t expect anything from him, and on hard liquor and responsible sex days, you always slip him a pack of gum or a candy bar you think he’ll like.

He doesn’t know your name. He’s never asked because he likes the fantasy he’s built in his mind. Fantasy you’s backstory changes; a failed relationship dragged you back to Lawrence; you inherited the general store or his personal favorite, you’re a drifter and it’s your last night in town.

“See you tomorrow,” Dean calls as he walks away.

“No you won’t,” you say, just as his hand touches the glass of the door ready to push it open. “I’m moving on, it’s my last shift.”

He shakes his head, chin dropping to his chest. “So I’ve really missed my opportunity?” he asks, brow raised with a slight smile.

You look around the store, and take a glance at the security monitors. There’s no one here but the two of you. “And what opportunity would that be?” you wonder, walking around the counter and toward him.

He watches as you approach, intrigued as to what you're up to. “I’ve been meaning to ask you out on a date,” he explains, “but I’ve seen a lot of guys hitting on you in here, didn’t want to be another douche.”

You chuckle. “You’re not a douche, I can tell that much. But I don’t have time for a date.”

“Shame,” he shrugs, taking a small step closer, closing the distance between you. “Think we could have had some fun.”

“We still can,” you counter, and his eyes follow your arm as it reaches out and locks the door. “What they gonna do? Fire me.”

He laughs and your smile turns sinful, but before he has time to revel in it, you’ve taken his hand and are dragging him toward the back office.

You grab a candy bar from the display as you pass, throwing it over your shoulder to him with a sly wink, and he knows there’s something more to it but he doesn’t get a chance to ask.

The door is barely closed before you're on him. Your kiss is searing, urgent and desperate, and you guide his hand down the front of your jeans. His cock twitches within the confines of his denim when he finds no other fabric in his way.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbles against your mouth.

You break away, raining kisses on his neck, nipping at his jaw while your hands work his belt.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he praises, “and tight.”

“It’s all for you, baby.” Your hips start to rock and he applies more pressure.

“Come,” he demands, “now.”

You bite down on his leather clad shoulder as your orgasm soaks his hand.

You’ve barely caught your breath when you sink to your knees and free his cock, wrapping your hand around the base you lick up the pre cum, humming at the taste of him.

“Holy fuck,” he growls.

You look up at him, with that same sly grin, “eat your candy bar,” you tell him. “You’re gonna need the energy.”

He grabs the chocolate from the desk and tears into the wrapper while you lick the underside of his cock. As he takes his first bite, you take all of him in your mouth.

Your mouth is soft but hot, and it feels as if you're branding him with your mark with every sweep of your tongue. He grabs a fistful of your hair, guides you back and forth as he thrusts his hips but he’s the one almost choking on his candy as the control only seems to spur you on.

The daydream plays like a movie in his mind while he peruses the shelves; you sucking his cock like it’s your last meal while he snacks on the candy bar and pulls your hair.

It’s his imagination, it has to be, but whenever that particular fantasy plays out in his mind, you always seem to shy from his gaze, as if you can read his mind.

He’s daydreaming that scenario as he approaches the counter, two packs of beer and several packets of beef jerky cradled in his arms. He notes you’re wearing a yellow polyester waistcoat over your black t-shirt. Must be new, you’ve never worn it before.

“New uniforms?” he asks, setting down his hoard.

“New management,” you roll your eyes and tug at the collar. “Can anyone pull off this hideous color?”

Dean shrugs, as you start ringing up his goodies. “It’s not too bad, makes you look approachable.”

“Wow, now that’s what every girl wants to be, approachable.”

He laughs an apology with his hands in the air and then he sees the name tag. “Harlot,” he says, raising his eyebrows. It’s clearly a mistake but he has to ask, “That's your name?”

You laugh, spirited and comfortable, and though he didn’t think it possible, it’s better than your smile. You smirk and hold his eyes. “No, it’s my mood.”

He nods and grins approvingly. “So, it’s an invitation?”

“It would be,” you shrug, “but unfortunately for me, it looks like you're having a good day.”

You motion towards the goodies on the counter and he sighs. “You could make a good day an even better day.”

“I get off at nine,” you say, chewing your bottom lip.

He flicks his eyes to the clock behind you, it's just after seven. He hands you a few bills, and with a wink, he offers, “I’ll be back at nine to help get you off.”

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