In honor of May 4th: how would nerd frat Bucky and Reader celebrate it? Would they plan anything at all?
My bestie growing up was a huge star wars fan but our options were limited so mostly, she wore a shirt that day. I'd love to see how it might look with adult money and no real limitations.
i hit writer's block when trying to think of a part 5 so fuck it this is part 5 of relax now
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Content Warning: Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader, a whole bunch of star wars references. won't even apologise. if you want nerd bucky you need to accept him for his nerdy self. smut (dom!bucky, daddy kink, fingering, penetrative sex, cream pie), fluff.
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Bucky's slumped down in his gaming chair, midway through an online session of Call of Duty when his bedroom door suddenly slams open. He jumps at the sound and his wide eyes look over at the culprit.
There you stand, dressed in white robes with an unlit lightsaber in your hand. His lips part in shock. "Am I dreaming?" He whispers as his heart skips a beat.
Without a word, you bring the lightsaber up and turn it on, causing the blue sword to light up.
"Obi-Wan?" Bucky utters, standing up. His teammates scream at him through his headset, but he pulls it off and tosses it into his desk without a care, along with his controller.
"Now, that's a name I haven't heard in a long time," You say with a sly smirk.
He steps forward, his eyes bright. "You do know him, then?"
"Of course I know him," You reply, tilting your head. "He's me."
Letting out a heavy breath, Bucky's lips pull up into a dazed grin. "I love you."
You snort, walking further into the room and kicking the door shut behind you. "Hold your horses, Chucky," You say teasingly, before smiling widely at him. "May the 4th be with you!"
"And also with you," He replies with a laugh, looking you up and down. "You walked through campus dressed like that?"
"Yeah?" You retort with a scoff. "It's May the 4th!"
"Happy May 4th, angel," Bucky mumbles before leaning down to kiss you softly.
Your stomach flips with excitement as you wrap your arms around him. "I have the whole day planned out for us," You inform him proudly. "We're gonna start by watching Return of the Jedi, obviously, and then we're making and decorating cupcakes- I brought every single color of icing there was."
Bucky stares down at you, smiling madly as you lift off the rest of the day's activities. His hands rest on your waist as you babble on excitedly, your entire face lit up with delight.
"That all sounds incredible," He says once you finish. "When can we start?"
Two hours later, you're lying on his bed and nearing the end of the movie. Bucky's put on his black robes and he's holding you closely to himself, and for the first time ever, you've made it through a movie without stopping to making out.
"I'm hungry," You whine, pulling on his beard.
"Just hold on a second," He whispers with his eyes glued to the screen. Mouthing the words, he still somehow retains the sparkle of delight and wonder on his face as though it's his first time watching it.
You stare at him, more taken by his wholesome beauty than the film. The kisses you press to his cheek are almost unnoticed by him, but you can tell by the way his skin tinges pink that he feels them.
Another hour passes, and you're sitting in the kitchen, eating the cupcakes you made together. His is sloppily decorated as Yoda, while yours is just as sloppily resembling R2-D2.
"This is the best May 4th ever," He moans, shaking his head.
A knowing smirk grows on your lips as you nudge his arm. "We haven't even gotten to the best part, yet."
Taken aback, he raises a brow. "It gets better than cupcakes?"
"Oh, young Padawan," You say, standing up. "It gets so much better."
"You are insane."
Grinning madly, you take his hand and hold it tight. "Possibly."
"I cannot believe we just got on a bus to Anaheim," Bucky utters as the two of you walk through the crowds. "This is my first time in Disneyland."
Your jaw drops at his admission. "Seriously?"
"Yeah," He confirms with a laugh. "I never went as a kid."
"Oh, my God!" You exclaim, pulling on his hand. "We need to check out the Star Wars park, now!"
Bucky is bewildered as he looks around, taking in the sights. Of course, he's seen pictures and videos on the Internet, but nothing compares to the real thing - and being here with you is the cherry on top.
The two of you, dressed in your stupidly nerdy costumes and waving around your stupidly nerdy prop weapons, have the time of your life. Thankfully, Bucky isn't scared of rides, and you can drag him onto all the big ones with you. You get pictures with your favorite characters, and Bucky timidly gets a picture with Princess Jasmine before adamantly swearing to you that he definitely hasn't been crushing on her since he was seven years old.
"Win me a prize, angel," He requests sweetly, resting his chin on your shoulder as you stand in front of the game stalls.
"Gladly, Jamie," You reply smugly, before stepping up to one of the counter. Handing the worker a token, you shoot Bucky a wink before playing; shooting a couple of ducks. To your delight, you win a prize, and you know exactly what you want.
Bucky gasps when you hand him the green and pink fish plushy, his face lighting up. "It's Bucky Junior!"
"Wouldn't be a proper family trip to Disneyland without a BJ," You say teasingly.
"Gross," He mumbles between laughs, before leaning forward to kiss your forehead. Looking around, he frowns slightly. "What time should we think about leaving? It's getting dark - we should check the coach times in case we miss the last one back to Pasadena."
"Don't you worry about getting home just yet," You assure him, tapping his nose lightly. "I booked us a hotel room."
Bucky's heart skips a beat at your words. Though you've spent multiple nights at each other's place, the notion of sharing a hotel room with each other makes his mind race with dirty thoughts. Stop it, James. This is fine. This is normal. You've shared a bed plenty of times with her before. What's so different about it being a sexy hotel room? Shut up.
Meanwhile, you're itching to get to that damn room. After discussing it with your friends and spending more and more time with him, you know that tonight's the night. You're gonna fuck his fucking brains out.
Innocent thoughts, Bucky. He clears his throat and nods, attempting to seem as nonchalant as possible. "Right. Yeah, that makes sense," He says coolly.
The two of you, hand in hand, timidly make your way to the hotel you're staying in, neither of you saying a word as your minds go blank. It's as though what lies ahead is clear as day, and you don't need to say it out loud.
"Nice room," He comments casually as he looks around. "Aren't Disney hotels... expensive?"
You wave off his concern. "Birthday money," You explain simply.
His cheeks flush as he sits on the bed. "And you spent it on me?"
"On us," You correct him with a grin, leaning down to give him a soft peck before pulling back and looking into his eyes. "When's your birthday?"
"March 10th," He answers, making you sigh.
"Missed it," You say with a pout. "Oh, well. I'll give you the best birthday ever next year, instead."
His heart pounds at at the idea of you two still being together nine months from now. He's surprised that it's gone on for the three weeks that it has so far, let alone expecting his luck to last any longer.
While you put down all the things you bought and won, Bucky sits back, resting his weight on his palms as he looks up at the ceiling. "Okay. Now, this is the best May 4th I've ever had."
Coyly smirking, you turn back to him. "And it still isn't over, yet."
"What do you mean?" He asks incredulously.
"You know, James, there's a reason I made you dress as Han Solo before we left your place," You tell him slyly, standing in front of him.
"What; you have a crush on Harrison Ford, or something?" He asks you with a raised brow.
Without a word, you slowly begin to take off your robes. Bucky watches, enthralled, swallowing thickly as you remove them. The second he spots your gold bikini, his heart stops. It looks exactly like the outfit Leia wore in the movie you were watching earlier, and Bucky truly thinks he has died and gone to heaven. His mouth is dry and he's unable to say a word.
"You like it?" You ask him with a small smile. "I made it myself."
Snapping back to reality, he blinks a few times, keeping his eyes firmly on yours. "I meant what I said earlier," He says in a daze. "I love-"
You cover his mouth with your hand before climbing onto his lap, laughing. "Shut it, nerf herder," You say sternly, before biting your lip as his blue eyes burn into yours. "You're allowed to look at my body, you know."
His pants immediately tighten as he indulges in drinking in the sight of you. Your soft skin, the curves of your body, the way your weight feels on his lap. When his fingers twitch, you take his hands and place them on your thighs, making him suck in a breath.
"For someone who's so dominant in bed," You begin teasingly, bringing your lips closer to his. "You sure are shy."
"I'm not... shy," He whispers, blinking up at you. "I just... don't know how to process how beautiful you are."
A wide grin spreads on your lips. "Don't be so sweet, Barnes," You mumble, rocking your hips gently on his crotch. "Use me."
It takes all his willpower not to pick you up and throw you onto the bed, but he perseveres. His breaths get heavier as you grind on him, painfully slowly. "A- angel..."
"What is it?" You ask him innocently.
His eyes meet yours. "I didn't bring condoms."
Snorting, you shake your head and grin. "It's okay. I'm on the pill - as long as you haven't slept with anyone recently."
"I haven't," He tells you truthfully.
"Then take me, baby. I'm yours," You say with a sly smirk.
Your words trigger every instinct in his body to absolutely ravish you, but he holds back. You haven't yet had sex, and he doesn't want your first time together to be rushed and rough.
He brings his hand up to cup your face. "I know you're mine, Princess," He mutters as his eyes slowly darken.
"Prove it," You utter, grinding down harder as you feel his boner against your heat. "Fuck me."
Grabbing your hips, he ceases your movements. "Be patient, angel," He says lowly. "Let me go easy on you."
You laugh softly, shaking your head as you wrap your arms around his shoulder. "I don't want easy," You tell him, leaning closer and lowering your voice to a whisper. "I want it hard, daddy."
That does it. If there was a single drop of willpower left in his body, it's been completely drained now. He stands up with your legs around his waist, utterly taken over by lust.
"You want it hard?" He mutters, clenching his jaw as he scans your face. "Are you sure you can handle that?"
With a racing heartbeat, you nod. "Please."
Without warning, he tosses you onto the bed like you weigh nothing, before pulling off his jacket and shirt. You slowly crawl backwards, eyes wide as you anticipate his next move.
Once he's down to his boxers, he kneels onto the bed and grabs your ankle. Dragging you closer to him, he rests your leg on his shoulder before laying you down and getting on top of you. His hips grind against yours, making you gasp.
"Wait," You hiss, pulling off your gold bikini bottom and skirt. "I don't wanna ruin this. It took me a month to make."
He watches with a small smile as you remove it and toss it to the side, before his face drops when he realizes you're now wearing nothing but the flimsy gold bra. Unable to help himself, he stares at your glistening cunt, his lips parting with hunger.
You buck your hips up, desperate to be touched. Taking the hint, Bucky brings his metal fingers to your pussy, rubbing through the folds before finding your throbbing clit.
"Oh, fuck," You whisper, throwing your head back. "Yes, Jamie."
Leaning down, he brings his lips to your ear. "We can do better than that, angel," He murmurs smugly. "What was it you called me before, hmm?"
Your stomach flips as your cheeks heat up. You open your mouth, but are unable to say it, shaking as he rubs slow circles onto your clit.
"Aw, don't be nervous, baby," He coos teasingly, softly kissing your jaw. "Say it."
Frustrated with how slow his fingers are moving, you whine, "Jamie."
Suddenly, his fingers come to a complete halt. He moves back and cups your throat in his hand, making your eyes widen. "If you want to cum at all tonight," He begins lowly. "You're gonna be a good girl for me. Got it?"
Whimpering, you nod. "Yes, Sir."
"No," He utters gravely, tightening his grip on your throat. "Not quite right, angel. Tell me: are you gonna be a good girl for me?"
Under his hypnosis, you reach out to squeeze his shoulders. "Yes, daddy."
A smile breaks out on his lips. For a split second, his features soften. "If you want me to stop at any point, you say blue. Understand?"
"Blue," You repeat. "I understand."
"If you forget what it is, just say any color," He goes on to tell you. "Or just ask me. Okay?"
"Okay, Jamie," You say obediently, buzzing with nerves and delight.
He kisses you deeply, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. Suddenly, his fingers begin to move quickly on your clit, stealing your breath. He moves them down to your soaking entrance and slowly inches them inside you, making you squirm under him. Once two of his fingers are all the way inside, he pulls away from the kiss and looks down at you.
"Breathe," He orders lowly, scanning your face.
You take in a deep breath, shivering at the sensation of his metal fingers sitting in your cunt, before slowly letting it out again. He makes you take in a few more breaths before finally moving his fingers, fucking them in and out of you.
"Yes, daddy," You cry, digging your nails into his shoulders. "That feels so good."
"Yeah?" He asks with an arrogant smirk. "Do you like getting fucked by my fingers, angel?"
A loud whine leaves your mouth as you nod, "Yes, Jamie, fuck."
"Squeeze my fingers, baby," He mutters, groaning when you clench around his digits. "Oh, shit. So fucking tight."
"I want your cock inside me," You beg, cupping his face and bringing it closer to yours. "Please, daddy, I need you inside me."
He bites your lower lip before kissing you, stroking your tongue with his and pouring his moans into your mouth. "Show me how you cum, and I'll give you my cock," He tells you with a gravelly voice. "Show me how good girls cum."
Your toes curl and your core tightens at his words. "Faster," You beg, scratching your nails into his back. "Please, don't stop."
"I won't stop, baby, I won't stop," He promises, thrusting his fingers into you harder and faster while his palm bounces on your clit. "Cum for me."
You have no choice but to obey him, letting go of the tight pressure and allowing pure relief to take its place. Your juices pour out around his fingers as your body convulses, and Bucky never slows down his pace. He continues sliding his fingers in and out of you through your high, making sure it lasts as long as possible while you writhe beneath him, begging for a break with your cries of overwhelm.
Once you can't take anymore, he gently pulls out of you, and stares down at you as you breathe heavily, eyes dropping and lips parted. He thinks you're most beautiful like this. Falling apart at his hand, exhausted and discombobulated as you try to gather your thoughts and return to reality. Your cheeks are warm and your inner thighs are even warmer, providing a soft home for him to lay between.
When your breathing finally regulates and you can open your eyes fully again, you smile up at him. "That was really good," You tell him.
He kisses you gently, a proud grin on his face. "You did well for me, angel," Bucky mumbles softly.
Your fingers trail down his chest and to the hem of his boxers, where you can see the imprint of his cock. He shivers when you brush over it, instinctively thrusting his hips forward.
"I wanna see it," You whisper coyly, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"Yeah?" He mumbles, teasingly pulling down the waistband. Tufts of dark hair poke out, and you practically salivate.
"More," You whine softly, furrowing your brows.
He smirks, before sliding his fingers under your bikini strap. Narrowing his eyes, he tilts his head. "How the fuck do you take this off?"
With a snort, you sit up and help him carefully remove it, before throwing it to the side. You fall back onto the bed with a thud and Bucky gulps as your tits bounce gently, unable to peel his eyes away. His chest heaves as he licks his lips, slowly moving closer to you. Looking up at you, he keeps his eyes locked on yours while wrapping his lips around your hard nipple. A short moan leaves your mouth as he sucks ardently on it, groaning and grunting while pawing at the other one.
"Fuck, Jamie," You cry as he thrusts against you, rubbing his boner against your soaked cunt. The sound of his wet slobbering combined with his grunts makes your eyes roll back as you pull on his hair.
At some point, he rids himself of his boxers, allowing his thick, heavy cock to sit against your thigh. You twitch with excitement at the sensation, more desparate than ever to feel him inside you.
"Please, daddy," You cry. "I need you so bad."
"You can have me, angel," He whispers against your lips. "I'm yours. All yours." He rubs his cock against your wet pussy, his throat bobbing as he swallows thickly. Slowly, he brings the tip to you entrance, looking down at you with furrowed brows. "Is this okay?"
"Yes," You reply immediately, nodding.
He carefully pushes it into you, groaning as your warm, wet cunt swallows him. His desire to sink his entire length in you doesn't overshadow his concern for your comfort, though. "How do you feel?" He whispers, stopping halfway. "Tell me if it's too-"
"More," You whine, gripping his shoulders as his thick cock stretches you out. "All of it, daddy, deeper."
He bites his lip and complies with your wish, feeding you every inch of him as his tip brushes against your cervix, making you whimper. With a low groan, Bucky pulls out almost completely before sinking back into you, repeating this motion a few times to get you used to his intrusion. Once your winces and whimpers become moans and sighs of content, Bucky begins fucking you harder and faster.
"Right there, daddy!" You cry with delight. "So good."
"That's my girl," He praises you with a smirk as he pounds into you. "Taking daddy's cock so well, aren't you?"
"Yeah," You reply with a wanton moan.
"Daddy's good girl, aren't you?" Bucky asks as he pins your wrists to the bed. "God, you feel fucking incredible, wrapped around my dick so tight."
He kisses you and it's messy as your tongues clash. Your bodies are sweaty and warm as you become one, finally joined entirely while he continues fucking you. He pulls away from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours and stare into your eyes, a weak smile pulling at his lips.
"Jamie," You mumble, gasping when he hits your sensitive spot.
"My angel," He whispers back, releasing one of your wrists to instead cup your face. He slows down his thrusts, his languid movements making you burn from the inside. His face falls to rest in your neck, where he places gentle kisses while his beard tickles your sensitive skin.
You let out breathy moans as a familiar overwhelm approaches, making your cunt throb around him. He can tell by the look in your eyes that you're close, which makes him smile.
"That's it, angel, cum for me. Make me proud," He coaxes you sweetly, speeding up his thrusts a little. "Go on, baby, make daddy proud."
With a cry of his name, you cum onto his dick, feeling a harsh rush of pleasure drown you. Your head pushes back against the pillow and Bucky continues to thrust harder, pulling forth his own orgasm.
"Oh, fuck," He whimpers as his brows furrow together and his voice grows needier. "I'm so close for you, baby, wanna cum for you."
"Please, give me your cum," You beg him weakly, cupping his face in your hands. "Cum for me, daddy, I need it."
"Fuck, it's all for you," Bucky moans as his seed spills out into you and slowly seeps back out around his cock, while he shudders and thrusts sloppily into you. He stays buried in you for a few moments as you both catch your breaths, floating down from your highs.
His fingers find yours and link with them while he kisses your collarbone. Your hand rakes through his hair, running through his soft locks.
After a few blissful moments, you take in a breath and say, "The Force is strong with this one-"
Bucky quickly slaps his hand over your mouth and glares down at you. "Shut up. Shut your mouth."
You laugh heartily against his palm, before sticking out your tongue and licking it, making him pull it back with a grimace. "What?" You ask with a pout. "You don't like my tongue?" With that, you stick it out, blinking up at him.
Smirking, he leans down and takes it into his mouth, sucking on it, making you gasp. He pulls back and cups your cheeks in his hands. "I love it," He tells you, glancing down at your lips.
"You love it?" You ask with a mumble, feeling your heart race.
"Mhm," He confirms. "I love it." He then collapses down next to you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in tight.
"Today was so fun," You say warmly, snuggling up to him.
"All because of you," Bucky replies with a grin, kissing the top of your head. "Thank you for planning the best day ever."
"Ever?" You ask, stroking the bumps of his pecs.
"The best day ever," He repeats firmly.
"Happy May 4th, you nerd," You say teasingly, before placing a timid kiss to his chest.
"Happy May 4th, angel," Bucky replies with a sigh of content as your eyes flutter shut.
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Love Me Softer
Content Warning: Mob!Steve x Reader, dom/sub dynamic, depiction of rough sex, spanking, hair pulling, angry fucking, degradation, angst, use of safeword, soft!dom!steve, aftercare, fluff.
You've been good this week. Haven't broken a single rule. If anything, you deserve to be rewarded.
Why then, does it feel like you're being punished?
When Steve got home, he was in a bad mood. It was clear to see without him having to say a word. He mumbled his greeting before pulling off his jacket and heading straight to the bar room for a glass of whiskey.
Which is where you are now, face down on the floor with him fucking into you. His movements are harsh and crass, but you've done your best to take it for him. You know that he's had a bad day, and this will help him feel better.
"Fuck," He groans, slamming his cock in and out of you. "Such a dirty little slut for me, aren't you?"
You can only whine in response, your cheek being pressed against the carpet. It does feel good, as being fucked by Steve always does, but you can't help but feel a little off.
His hand collides with your ass in a harsh spank, making you cry out. He does it a few more times, leaving behind his handprint as proof. "That's it, take it," Steve growls, thrusting faster. "Take it like the dirty fucking whore you are."
One of his hands are being used to pull your hair back harshly, and the other is wrapped around your wrists, keeping you in place. On any other day, you'd be loving his brutal treatment of you- but today, it just doesn't feel right.
Maybe if you had broken a rule, you'd be enjoying this more. Maybe if he had said two words to you before grabbing you and throwing you to the ground like a ragdoll to use you, you'd be enjoying this more. But as Steve takes his frustration out on you, when you want and deserve nothing more than his praise today, you realize you aren't enjoying this at all.
You let out a squeak, the safeword becoming lodged in your throat and refusing to leave. You've never used it before, and you're afraid of how Steve may react. This is what you agreed to, isn't it? He's the dom and you're the sub; this is how it goes. You're gonna tap out the second things get rough?
No. This isn't right. Steve loves you; if he knew you were in even an inch of discomfort, he'd immediately want to make you feel better.
The word finally sprouts wings and soars out your mouth like a bird leaving its mother's nest for the first time, dripping with freedom. The second he hears it, Steve slowly pulls out of you and lets go of your hair and wrists. He gently turns you around and when he sees the look on your face, his features immediately soften. Lifting you into his arms, he brings you over to the leather sofa, sitting down with you on his lap.
"Everything okay, bubble?" He asks with a whisper, stroking your hair. "Was it too much?"
You nod, clutching onto his shirt. "I'm sorry, daddy."
"No, baby, there's absolutely no need for you to apologize," He insists, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "That's what we have that word for, okay?"
"Okay," You mumble, unable to meet his eyes for fear they'll be harboring some disappointment.
"Was it anything in particular I did that you didn't like, bubble?" He questions you, cupping your soft cheek in his big hand.
"Um..." Your voice is small, your hands fidgety. "I just..."
"Too much?" He finishes off for you, to which you bashfully nod.
"Too much," You confirm quietly, before your eyebrows furrow together. "I thought I had been a good girl, is all."
"Oh, baby, you have," Steve promises, holding you tighter. "You've been such a good girl for daddy, you know that. I had a bad day at work, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you like that. I'm sorry, my little bubble."
"It's okay. I don't mind when you take it out on me like that," You say sheepishly. "I guess I just wasn't in the mindset for that today."
"And that's absolutely fine," He assures, before frowning. "I'm really sorry, baby. I should've asked-"
"No, daddy, it's okay," You cut him off, giving his cheek a kiss. "Now we both know for next time."
He smiles at that, gently stroking your arms. "Does anything hurt?"
You bite your lip while thinking over his question. "Uh... just my butt, a little."
Steve lies back on the couch and pulls you onto his chest, trailing his hand down to soothingly rub your ass. "You've been so good for me, baby," He whispers into your ear, placing soft kisses on your face. "You make daddy so proud, you know that?"
"I do?" You ask him with doe eyes, hands gripping onto his shoulders.
"Of course you do," Steve affirms with a smile, holding you in his arms as his eyes shower you with affection. "I love you, baby bubble."
"I love you more," You insist with a sly smile, pecking his lips.
He shakes his head, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Impossible."
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Thought he could get away with it. Get away with disrespecting his girl. That this lack of respect to you, the woman on the arm of him; Bucky Barnes, would not go unpunished?
Hell no.
This little wise guy. Some mouthy little man he was. Who even was he?! Someone who oughta know better, thatโs for damn sure.
His woman had called, tired and fraught sounding, and she laid it all out for him. How this guy just didnโt listen to a damn thing she said, how he even laughed at her. It made her sad, and Bucky Barnes, boss of one of the most profitable โimport/exportโ businesses around, was not going to tolerate this behaviour.
He had bought out Mayors, had lied to judges and had the chief of police in his back pocket. Ain't no way that this little kid was acting out on his turf.
He had done a lot worse for a lot less. Buckyโs wife was his world, kept his dark soul just barely straddling the line. Her touch was sunlight, starlight, moonlightโฆ her smile was what soothing dreams and restful sleeps were made of.
And she had called him and threatened him with permanent castration if he didnโt get his ass home and help her out with this little punk!
His car, a Jaguar F Type in gunmetal grey, naturally, sped into his driveway, gravel flying just a little and causing his scowl to deepen just a little more. Now his paintwork might be ruinedโฆ great.
Buckyโs jacket came off, no way he was getting any dirt on this hand stitched masterpiece, and he rolled up the sleeves on his silk shirt. He wouldโve liked to change into one of his t-shirts, it was going to get messy whilst he was dealing with the trouble making tykeโฆ but his wifeโs words still rang in his ears.
Bucky wasnโt going to be the guy that pushed her over the edge today, oh no, he was not.
The key went in the lock, the door flew open and his boots thudded against the tiled floor until he reached his goal. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, a warm golden glow that contrasted terribly with his dark and foul mood,
โSoโฆ youโre just gonna sit there, huh?โ
The thug that had disrespected his wife stared up at him, blinking owlishly from his tethered position on the chair,
โNot even attempt to say a word in your defence, huh? Guess thatโs too much to expect from someone like you, ainโt it?โ
The kid had the nerve to smile at him. Bucky almost felt something like prideโฆ but today was no day for letting things slide because the guy had guts,
โYou know who I am, tough guy? You got any idea what I could do? You need to wise up or-!โ
โJames Buchanan Barnes! Are you talkinโ trash to our son again?!โ
Bucky Barnes jumped, shrieked far too loudly to be considered manly, and cursed when his ten month old son threw his food at him, laughing hysterically and sounding like that overpowered little guy from The Incredibles.
Buckyโs silk shirt was blackโฆ the food was greenโฆ
โAwwwโฆ Brandon! That was my best shirt, kid!โ
Another giggle from his sonโs chubby and smiling face, and Bucky felt all his anger drain away. His baby boy had his gumption and love for life, he didnโt care who knew it.
โWell, I told you he was acting like a spoiled brat today, Bucky. Heโs all yours, you can take him, that shirt and the rest of the clothes in the bag over there to the dry cleaners and pick up food whilst I go and soak in the tub,โ
She still sounded tired, but her loving smile only grew when he picked up Brandon before giving her a kiss. Soft and sweet lips against hisโฆ his biggest weakness and his ultimate strength. Where he would be without her was not something he wanted to consider very oftenโฆ but it would be a darker place than where he was now, that was for sure,
โOkay, honey, go and get relaxed, Iโll take my boy out on the town, show him the real New York, huh? Weโll be back later with clean clothes and pepperoni pizza, yeah?โ
โThank you, Bucky. Have fun and try not to get in too much trouble, okay?โ
She leaves them then, walking up the stairs to peace and quiet, leaving Bucky alone with his baby boy. Bright eyes in a forever smiling face and more love inside that tiny body than Bucky ever felt he deserved.
Going straight was hard, but for his family, it was worth it.
summary after the heat goes out in your apartment, the cold brings bucky back to a place he never wanted to be again, leaving him desperate for a way to forget.
warnings SMUT (unprotected shower sex, cunnilingus, fingering, desperate!bucky, creampie), insinuations of PTSD and nightmares, classic hurt/comfort porn fic
notes i have so many wips and instead i post something completely unrelated. this may or may not be inspired by the fact that my heat went out, and when it finally came back my heater literally fucking exploded. i love the city
The blankets arenโt enough to keep you warm tonight.
The apartment you share with Bucky is freezing, the winter snow and lack of heat in your building making the night almost unbearable. Like always, your landlord said heโd fix it later โ but by that, you know he means weeks.
1:45 AM.
Buckyโs asleep next to you, having finally drifted off an hour ago while you were cuddled up against your headboard, watching some sitcom Bucky had never seen before. He was already uneasy. You know that much.
You werenโt so lucky with sleep. Youโve been tossing โ but even the personal radiator of a super soldier next to you couldnโt warm you enough to sleep, your insomnia gathering too much for your body tonight. Just one of those nights.
It starts with a small huff. Thereโs a quiver in his tone, barely noticeable, but you know him too well; that itself is enough is to set off alarm bells in your mind.
The huff turns into groans. His movements turn into tosses and turns. Everything extends into something aggressive, until heโs left panting and shaking against your freshly cleaned bedsheets, fingernails ripping the tiniest of holes into the fabric.
Your mind runs a hundred miles a minute โ itโs been so long since youโve seen him have a nightmare. Itโs been so good. Nothing but peaceful sleep for the past four months. Youโve almost forgotten what to do.
You shake him by the shoulder, fighting back the panic you feel rising into your chest. He jolts awake, eyes wide in fear, body pale and shaking. โHey, hey, baby,โ You say. โItโs okay. Iโm right here.โ
Bucky looks around, then back at you. His body is sweaty and he's trembling uncontrollably. He stares at you, hot tears falling down his cheeks. "I'm right here." You repeat. "I'm right here. You're safe."
He stares at you, blank and unreadable, and you reach out to him. When he doesnโt flinch, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. He pauses, no read, but eventually he huddles himself against you, face nuzzling into your neck.
After a moment, he sniffles. Pulling his head up, slowly but surely, he leans his head against yours. "I'm sorry," He says.
โDonโt be.โ You say. โYou canโt help it. Itโs not your fault.โ
Thereโs still hot tears in his eyes threatening to spill. You wipe the ones that have already broken through with your fingers, watching as he nuzzles his face into the palms of your hands.
You know how he gets when itโs cold. Nothing ever goes well for him when itโs cold.
โDo you want to take a shower?โ You ask, voice soft, โWe still have hot water.โ
He looks up at you, eyes puppy-like and sad, and before he nods. You smile down at him, grabbing his hand, leading him off of your bed and towards the bathroom. You flip the lights on, walking on the cold tile towards the shower and turning the water on.
Motioning for him to strip, you check the temperature. โOkay, Buck,โ You hum, โThe waterโs nice. You go ahead and get in, Iโll come back with some more blankets and snacks. We can watch a movie once youโre done, how does that sound?โ
He doesnโt respond for a moment, going silent.
โCan you come in with me?โ He asks, voice trembling. Your heart breaks for him. Thereโs nothing more you want to do than reach out, kill every demon heโs ever faced and hold him tighter than anyone ever has, but you know you canโt. Some battles you have to leave.
โOf course, if thatโs what you want.โ
He nods. Slow.
You peel of your clothes, piece by piece, before hopping into the shower and under the warm water. After a moment, you feel him step in beside you, staying close behind you.
Buckyโs arms wrap around the expanse of your waist, pulling your back towards his front. His head digs back into your shoulder, breath shaky against your skin. Goosebumps melt against you.
โYouโre safe.โ You say, for the third time tonight. โIโm here. Iโm not going to leave you.โ
โI know,โ He says. โI know.โ
You stay like this for a moment more. Just holding each other, skin against skin, the stubble on his face tickling your neck. His hands keep themselves respectful. They always do.
โI love you,โ He says, kissing your neck with soft pecks, โI love you.โ
โI love you too, baby,โ You hum.
He turns you around, gently, before placing a tender kiss against your lips. Itโs hesitant, and you can still feel his body trembling against yours. You help him by bringing him closer, deepening it. Giving him the passion he deserves.
You have to stand on your tippy toes to kiss him.
Buckyโs body presses against yours on instinct, hands growing impatient without him even knowing, itching to go through the valley of your skin.
His lips part from yours, barely, mouths still ghosting over each other as he speaks. โDollโฆโ
โI know, Buck.โ You say. โI know.โ
โNo.โ He says, with the must confidence heโs had tonight, but is immediately contradicted by a shaky breath. โI needโฆ I need you, honey.โ
โYou have me.โ
โI need you.โ
His mouth leaves sloppy kisses over your neck, devouring you, hands kneading into the flesh of your ass. You gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders for stability.
โBuck-โ
โNo,โ Heโs pleading, โMake it go away.โ
Bucky falls down to his knees on the tile. He parts your legs himself, finding no use in waiting. His face falls between your thighs, pressing hot, breathy kisses against them, practically burying his face into your legs, nuzzling into you like a kitten.
โYou donโt have to.โ You say, almost panicked by his sudden demeanor.
โI want to,โ He says in-between kisses. โI need to. Please. Fuck, please, let me have you?โ
Buckyโs begging you, and who are you to say no? Who are you to deny him, teary-eyed and sloppy beneath your legs?
โOkay,โ You breathe. โOkay.โ
As soon as you say it, his face buries itself in your cunt. His tongue slips anywhere he can fit it; licking against your wet hole and your swollen clit. The desperation heโs giving you is going straight to your core.
Heโs like a man starved, sucking and licking and kissing the entire expanse of your pussy. He latches his mouth onto your clit, sucking with a plan, fingers slipping inside your clenched hole. You can barely stand, grabbing onto his short hair for dear life, praying to God you donโt fall and crush this man under you.
He doesnโt let up. Fingers are sliding against that spongy spot inside of your cunt, lips suckling you like a newborn calf โ your orgasm builds in you like a wire thatโs about to snap. Your legs are shaking against Buckyโs head, his free hand digging into your skin to make sure you donโt fall.
โIโm cumming,โ You can feel it, itโs so close, almost thereโ โFuck, Bucky, Iโm cumming!โ
Your legs trap him in your cunt when they squeeze around him. Your orgasm tears through you, shaking your body and making you fall back against the wall. He fucks you through it with his fingers, moaning his own symphony against your trembling cunt.
โFuck,โ You moan, moving your legs from off his shoulders. Bucky presses kisses down your thighs, back up, finally standing up on front of you and kissing you deeply.
โYou didnโt have to do that,โ You say, panting against his mouth, โIโm supposed to be making you feel better here.โ
He chuckles at that, and the sound itself arms your heart. He kisses the tip of your nose, a smile finally making itโs way to his face. โThat did make me feel better.โ
โMmm,โ You hum, hands wandering against his chest, โIโm glad.โ
Bucky swallows, thick, biting down into his lip with a vengeance โ โCan Iโฆโ Hands, one warm and one cold, slip down your spine, making their way towards your ass again, โCan I fuck you?โ
You breathe out. โDo you even have to ask?โ Your voice comes out as a whisper, cold against his skin, but itโs the words that make him shiver.
"Please." You whisper. โFuck me.โ
You hear him grunt, before his mouth hot is on yours again. Your back presses back against the shower wall, and his hands go under your thighs to lift you up. His cock his hard against your thigh, throbbing and leaking precum onto your skin.
โCan you say it?โ He pants, pulling on your lip with his teeth, โPlease?โ
โI want you inside me, Bucky. Please.โ
That does it for him.
His cock catches against your hole, before he slides it inside you without a stutter. Bucky groans tightly, hand grabbing at your breast and kneading it.
You gasp. Moaning, you say, โFeels good,โ as he humps his hips against yours. The movements are slow, but his cock is deep โ buried in you like he wants to consume you, because he does. He needs to be as close to you as he can. As close as his body will let him. He needs to devour you.
โYouโre so tight,โ He pants, โYouโre so tight.โ
โHarder,โ You moan. โHarder.โ
His hips begin to snap against yours. His balls are slapping against the bottom of your ass, his face buried in your neck again, moaning and whimpering into your skin. His voice is high, wanting, needing.
โI need it,โ Heโs panting, whimpering, desperately clinging to you, โI need it, fuck, please, I need it so bad โ please!โ
You grip onto his back, nails almost breaking his skin. โCum for me, fuck, please, cum in me. Fill me up.โ
With a grab of his ass, his hips stutter and his cock throbs. He delivers one last snap of his hips before the dam breaks, cumming inside of your cunt with a strained whimper.
โThere you go,โ Your voice is barely a breath. โGood, honey, youโre so good.โ
Thereโs silence as you both come down, nothing left but your heavy pants and the pattering of the shower water. You watch the steam fog up the glass of the shower, Bucky pressing sleepy kisses to your collarbones. โI love you, I love you so much.โ
You hum, hands curling into his hair, โI love you.โ
Another beat.
โCan we still watch that movie?โ He asks, still panting, still sleepy, still sweet. Still angelic. โI want to go to bed and veg.โ
You laugh wholeheartedly. โOf course we can.โ
You wash each other off in the steamy water, before youโre carried to bed and warmed with bagged snacks and canned soda โ laying idly with your lover, a terrible comedy plastered on the TV.
And when heโs at peace, you couldnโt be happier.
summary: after two weeks without bucky, heโs finally able to give you a call. and you plan on making the most of it.
warnings: SMUT (phone/facetime sex, mutual masturbation, breeding, excessive dirty talk, mentions of oral & vaginal sex, name-calling), fluff, angst if you squint, i am the absolute worst at endings
notes: hereโs something sappy for the road! lets play a game called โcan jo write a fic without breeding being involved?โ (the correct answer is no, apparently)
Two weeks have gone by so slowly.
Sam insisted theyโd be gone for only one. Only one week, one mission, one simple mission, and then your man would be home at your doorstep to greet you like he always does. Just one week.
That was two weeks ago.
The bed is colder than usual, and your morning routine is lonely without his annoying presence hovering behind you as you try to pour your coffee. Everything you once found annoying, you now find yourself missingโ craving even his blank stares, snarky comments, clingy presence and closed-off nature. Everything about him you just want home.
Youโre lying in bed, watching some sitcom your friends have been begging you to watch. The laugh track is boring into your head, fueling the already started ache in your brain as you find yourself dissociating, a sadness washing over your shoulders; a longing, a desperation, aโ
Ding!
You almost jump out of your skin as your phone goes off.
Peeling yourself from your laid back position, you grab it from your nightstand, staring at the glaring light of the screen.
Bucky: I miss you.
It takes you aback. He hasnโt had cell service for almost the entire trip, the only communication youโve had has been crackly phone calls that you lost him in not even halfway through, but you had given up on those on the fourth day.
You: You have service?
Bucky: Not even a โI miss you tooโ?
Bucky: Yes. We got a new hotel. Place has wefi
You laugh at his misspelling, falling back onto the pillows behind you. Itโs been so long since youโve felt like this, felt the happiness youโve only had with him around. You missed it. You missed him.
If only you could see his face.
You: Can I call you?
He answers almost immediately, with an eager โOf courseโ. You position yourself, lining up with the headboard and sitting up, adjusting your hair with the help of your phoneโs front-facing camera. You can feel nervousness filling up in your stomach at the prospect of seeing him again, every nervous thought you could possibly have serving itself to your brainโ what if he doesnโt miss you?
As soon as you click the video call button, he answers, but itโs dark. Once he realizes itโs a video call, he jumps to fix it, bringing his phone up to his face, mumbling obscenities as he tries to set a good angle.
โFuck, warn a guy,โ He mutters, flattening down some of his hairs sticking out of place.
You smile. He looks handsome, tired, but happy. His stubble has grown out, the light grey patches on his chin more noticeable, the hair spreading out into almost an actual beard. Heโs shirtless, clearly in pajamas, arm on full display, as well as the scars littering his chest. The bags under his eyes have darkened, clearly from stress and lack of sleep, and his eyelids are peeling down over his vision. But he has to stay awake for you. He has to see you.
โWhat time is it there?โ You ask, already worried about how tired he appears.
He turns to look off screen; presumably at a clock, โTwelve.โ
โBucky,โ You sigh, โYou need to get some sleep.โ
โI donโt know how long Iโm gonna have a connection for. Couldnโt take that chance of not beinโ able to see you, honey.โ
That fills your chest up with butterflies. You can almost feel every anxious idea flush out of your head. You smile, and he returns it; delighted by your happiness, pleased that heโs the one that gave it to you.
โHow you been doinโ without me?โ Bucky asks.
โBad.โ You say, blunt as ever.
He laughs. The kind of laugh where he looks away, raking his hand down his face to rest on his chin. Makes you yearn to touch him. โMiss me that much?โ
โYou have no fucking idea.โ
He stares, silently, for a long beat, organizing his thoughts as he gazes at you, taking in everything about you. What youโre wearing, how you did your hair, where you are, the expression on your face. Itโs been so long since heโs seen you. He doesnโt know how long he has now, doesnโt know how long itโs gonna take since heโll see you again. He has to memorize every line, every detail, so he can burn it into his brain like a photograph. Something to keep with him, to keep him going.
โI missed you too.โ He finally says.
You take the time to memorize him, too. That brings a soft, quiet smile to his lips, watching as your eyes rake over him.
โHowโs your mission going?โ
Bucky sighs, hard and heavy. โItโs goinโ. Had to delay โcause the target kept relocatingโ but we managed to track him down again. Should be done in about a week, if it goes well.โ
You frown. โA week?โ
He returns the same facial expression. He doesnโt miss how your voice cracks, how your face falls, how your steady breathing stops for a moment. He can practically hear your heart fall in your chest. โโI know, honey. โM sorry. If it were up to me, Iโd be in a plane headinโ down there right now. You know I would.โ
Your eyebrows furrow with dread. โI hate this.โ
He sighs again, just as heavy. โI do too, baby.โ
After a second of silence, the sad kindโ he starts to smile, โJust keep thinkinโ about me and Iโll be there before you know it.โ
โTrust me,โ You say, โI havenโt stopped.โ
โMe too,โ He hums, curious, leaning his phone up to adjust himself. โWhat have you been thinkinโ about?โ
You shake your head as you rake your brain, smiling, tugging your lip between your teeth. โNothing I can say out loud.โ
He clicks his tongue, a knowing smirk gracing his lips, โWhyโs that?โ
โAre you alone?โ
Buckyโs eyebrows raise. He almost laughs at how quickly you get here, before turning to his door, listening for anyone outsideโ
โAll alone, doll.โ
โYou tell me first.โ
โI asked you first, honey. You tell me.โ
You take in a breath, sharp through your nose, staring at your man through the camera; the way his chest is moving, the scars, the skin, itโs enough to fuel your confidence, and horniness, enough to finally speak.
โI miss how you touch me.โ
Bucky hums, clearly imagining it. He urges you to continue.
โI miss everything about how you touch me. Miss your hands, miss your lips, miss your hugs, missโฆ miss your cock.โ
His eyebrows raise, slightly taken aback- despite the fact that he knew it was coming, just didnโt expect it so soon.
โMmm,โ He hums, raspy, rumbling in his chest, โI miss touchinโ you.โ
โYeah?โ You ask, watching as he nods. โYou miss my pussy?โ
He lets out a long, heavy breath, โYou know I do.โ eyeing down, โCan I see her?โ
That makes you chuckle, even though youโre equally desperate to see him, too. โTake a girl out to dinner first, god,โ
He laughs.
Despite your teasing, you oblige. Sliding your hand down your shirt, stolen from himโ it had been a stay at home day, so thankfully, you were in comfortable, easy to remove clothesโ pulling down the band of your shorts along with your panties. You pan the camera down as you move. Slowly, making sure to take your time, before you finally get to the holy grail.
You havenโt shaved in a while, due to his absence, but Bucky doesnโt careโ that's the last thing on his mind. He lets out a groan at the sight of your pussy, wet since you first saw his face, glistening in front of him. His mouth waters, practically feral to taste you.
โWish I was there,โ He grunts, โWanna taste you so bad, doll. Touch yourself for me, fuck, please.โ
You clench your thighs when you hear the rustling of pants. Eyes moving to the camera, you see his arm moving down, clearly palming himself through his shorts. Your cunt clenches around nothing, and you whimper with a bite to your lip, beginning to rub your clit in circles.
โMmhmm, yeah.โ Bucky moans, โDip โem in for me. Fuck yourself.โ
You do as he tells you to. Fuck, itโs almost pathetic how easy you give into him, how easy you do anything he says when he uses that voiceโ but even that has your cunt gushing.
Youโre fucking two fingers in yourself, rubbing your clit with your thumb, propping the camera up on the nighstand and adjusting to face it.
โLift, fuck-โ He pants, โLift up your shirt, I wanna see your tits.โ
You tug your shirt off, throwing it to the side. With your free hand, you grab and tug at your hardened nipples, moaning like youโre being paidโ and itโs driving him fucking crazy.
โBucky,โ You whimper. โWanna see your cock, please.โ
Bucky mimics your movements from earlier, propping his phone on the nightstand and facing it, tugging his sweats down just enough to free his length. When he grabs it, itโs hard, hot and throbbing, the vein on the side looking fucking delectable, twitching just for you. He begins to rub himself up and down, panting, groaning at the movements, but unable to take his eyes off of yours.
โYou wish my fingers were fuckinโ your pretty cunt, โstead of yours?โ
You shake your head, trying so hard not to close your eyes as you give into the pleasure.
โNo?โ
โMm-mm.โ You moan, โWant it to be your cock. Itโs- itโs the only thing that fills me up just right,โ
He tosses his head back with a moan, practically fucking his own fist. โYeah? Want me to fuck that pussy just the way you like? Fuckinโ fill you up?โ
โI want your cum so bad, Bucky,โ Youโre moaning, whimpering as you tighten around your fingers, desperate for something bigger. โWant you to fucking fill me up, get me pregnant,โ
โOh fuck,โ His leg starts twitching, starts getting faster, โWhen I get there, weโre not leaving that bed until I have you good and bred- not leavinโ till youโre fuckinโ round and full. Not gonna be able to get my cock out of you, fuck, gonna wanna keep fuckinโ you.โ
โYeah, Bucky, please, Iโm so close,โ
โLook at you, fuckinโ dirty girl. Getting off at the idea of me gettinโ you pregnant? God, are you that much of a whore? Thatโs, fuck, thats so fucking hot. Need you to cum for me, doll, fuckin- cum so hard for me, need it so fuckinโ bad.โ
With a final, whining moan, you clench and gush around your own fingers, your orgasm making you tremble with the force. You can barely make out his own broken groan as he cums around his own fist, painting his stomach and his thighs with his spend.
Youโre both panting, smiling at each other as you wind down- the endorphins youโve both been needing flooding through your bones like a ravine. Itโs finally peaceful.
โOh, god,โ Bucky laughs, looking down at his crotch, โGonna have to clean this up.โ
โIโd lick it up, if I were there.โ
โFuck, baby,โ He groans with a chuckle, โCanโt say shit like that, gonna make me hard all over again.โ
God bless that serum. โThat such a bad thing?โ
Bucky squints, a large, beaming grin covering his features, โYou trying to go for another round, doll?โ
โYou said it yourself, you donโt know how long weโre gonna have this connection. Should make the best of it while we can.โ
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and thatโs because (1) the purpose of this website is to share things that bring us joy and (2) likes donโt share things or ensure something is seen by more people, not like they do on other sites. so, when so many people decide to only like a post and not share it (i.e. not reblog it), that tells the creator that those people didnโt think their hard work was worth sharing with others. thatโs discouraging.ย
and the creator isnโt the only one that gets something out of that. you get something, too. you get the joy of sharing something you like; thatโs a meaningful experience for both you and for the creator. and that experienceโthat interactionโencourages the creator to create more, and so thereโs more joy to be had for both you and the creator.
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hanging out at bucky's place has become a regular occurrence, and things between you are heating up.
content warning: nerd!frat!bucky x reader, fluff, sexual tension, kissing, smut.
part one | part two
After you win the third game in a row, you put down the controller and glare at Bucky suspiciously. "I swear to God, Barnes; you better not be letting me win."
"I'm not! You're just that good." He swears, holding his hands up in surrender. And he's telling the truth - which only makes him more attracted to you.
"Alright, that's enough Mortal Kombat for one night," You say with a sigh. "I'm done asserting my dominance."
Snorting, Bucky turns off the game before raising a brow. "Do you, uh, wanna watch something?"
You've been hanging out at his place every evening for a week straight, and you know exactly what watch something means: he'll put on some film neither of you are remotely interested in and you'll make out with each other the whole way through.
Biting back your giddy smile, you nod. "Sure, Buck."
While you get comfortable on his bed, he turns on Netflix and sticks on the first film he sees, not even bothering to pretend that he cares at all what it is. You budge closer to him, resting your knees against his legs. He wraps an arm around you and takes your hand in his free one, linking your fingers together. You still feel just as many butterflies in your stomach as you did the first time he held your hand.
"Hey," He whispers, stealing your attention. Looking down at you, he glances at your lips. "C'mere."
You lean up at his command and your lips meet his in a gentle kiss. One thing you've been loving is his growing confidence around you. A week ago, he'd wait until you gave the cue to kiss you, but now he's much more open with what he wants.
The sound of the film drowns out as you melt into his embrace, tongues invading each other's mouths. He pulls your body closer to his, cupping your cheek in his big hand as he deepens the kiss.
Your fingers trail down his t-shirt and you can feel the texture of the printed image as you move further down. When you get to the hem of his sweatpants, you pull away from the kiss and meet his eyes. "Is this okay?" You ask as your fingers teasingly slip underneath the fabric.
He lets out a shaky breath and nods. "Y- yeah."
You reattach your lips to his while lowering your hand to his boxers, making his heart race. Stroking your fingers over his bulge, you feel him harden, making your stomach flip. Until now, you've done nothing more than make out with him, but you're ready to take it further.
When you pull out his cock, wrap your hand around the base of it, and look up into his eyes, Bucky swears the world stops.
"Fuck, Bucky, you're so big," You whisper with a bewildered look.
He lets out a choked squeak, his chest heaving. You slowly lean forward, never once breaking eye contact with him as you let out a string of spit onto his swollen tip. Bucky whimpers at your action, breathing heavily. Deciding not to make him wait any longer, you slowly drag your palm up his length, making him let out a deliciously loud groan.
"Oh, shit," He whispers, throwing his head back.
You begin to pump up and down, building up a rhythm as his thick shaft throbs against your soft skin. So fucking soft.
"Oh, my God," He cries weakly as you speed up your movements. Running one of his hands through you hair, he takes a hold of your head before pulling you in for a heated kiss.
His tongue plunges into your mouth with a new urgency you haven't yet felt from him, making your legs squeeze together. You continue to rub him up and down, loving the noises he pours into your mouth.
"Just like that," He mumbles, stroking your hair.
"How does it feel?" You whisper teasingly into his ear before kissing his neck.
"It- it feels good," Bucky responds breathlessly. "So fucking good."
You suck on his neck and sink your teeth into his skin, determined to mark him. He lets out groans as you twist your hand around his cock, making him shudder. Once you're happy with the loud and proud hickey you've given him, you press a soothing kiss to the bruised skin before pulling away.
Tilting your head up, you meet his eyes and he falls forward, resting his forehead against yours. His hot breath hits your skin, paired with his low moans.
"Baby," He begins with a gravelley voice, the low timbre sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't stop."
You have no plan to do so, continuing to stroke him up and down while he kisses you like it's his last chance. But, as it turns out, it isn't all your choice whether you stop or not - as, suddenly, there's a knock at the door, accompanied by a muffled voice of insistence.
"Buck!" Steve yells through the door before the handle shakes. "Open up!"
Bucky's eyes widen as he lets out a breath. You stop your movements, but keep your hand around his cock.
"What do you want?" He calls back to Steve, the frustration clear on his face.
"Open the door!" Steve demands. "It's urgent; I need you!"
With a clenched jaw, Bucky huffs before looking down at you and sighing. "I'm sorry, I-"
"It's okay," You cut him off with a whisper, gently putting his dick back into his pants again. "Go."
Begrudgingly, he gets up and makes his way to the door before unlocking it and opening it a sliver. "What do you want, guy?" He asks with a frown.
"Woah," Steve says as he immediately glances down to Bucky's crotch. "Got a gun in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?"
Covering his boner with his hands, Bucky glares at him. "What do you want?" He hisses.
"Why was your door locked? Were you watching porn?" Steve questions him, before shaking his head. "Anyway, open this for me." He holds out a jar of pasta sauce to him with an innocent smile.
"Are you serious?" Bucky asks him with irritation. "That's what was so urgent?"
"I like when you use your metal hand to open stuff; it's cool," Steve explains, before his eyes flicker down to the brunet's neck. "Is that a fucking hickey?"
Glancing down, Bucky stutters, "Of- of course not, dude. I... hit my controller on my neck."
Looking closer with narrow eyes, Steve smirks. "I know the start of a hickey when I see one, you dirty dog. Who was it? Marnie?"
"Fuck off," He mumbles, snatching the jar from him before twisting off the lid - with his flesh hand.
"That's no fun!" Steve complains, taking it back with a pout.
"Is that all?" Bucky asks, unamused.
Steve glances behind him before pushing the door further open, much to Bucky's dismay. When Steve sees you sitting on the bed with a sheepish smile on your face, he's taken aback.
"Hi, Steve," You greet him, giving him a bashful wave.
"Hey, Y/N," He says, utterly baffled. "You guys... hanging out?"
Bucky's cheeks flush pink as he looks away, unable to look at either of you.
"Mhm," You confirm with a nod.
"Nice. Very nice," Steve comments with a small grin before patting Bucky on the shoulder. "Well, don't let me intrude. Have fun, you crazy kids."
"See ya, pal," Bucky says through gritted teeth.
"See you later," You add, holding in your laughs.
Backing up to the door, Steve gives you both a pointed look. "Remember to always stay safe, James-"
"Goodbye, Steve," Bucky cuts him off curtly while pushing him out, locking the door after slamming it shut.
"James?" You ask him with a raised brow.
"My- that's my first name," He informs you, still trying to socially reecover from what just happened.
"Well," You begin with a coy smile as Bucky slowly turns back to you. "I think that was the Rogers seal of approval."
Mortified, he begins to walk back over to the bed. "I am so sorry about that-"
"Don't be silly," You assure him, patting his spot next to you. "It was funny. I'm only surprised it took him this long to find out."
"So, you're... you're okay with him knowing?" Bucky asks you as he kneels onto the bed. "I can tell him to keep his mouth shut."
You frown at his words. "What do you mean, Buck?"
"If... you don't want anyone to know," He explains, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Steve won't tell anyone."
Reaching out to him, you give him a stern look. "Get back over here, right now."
He does as you say, crawling over to you before sitting next to you again. You cup his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you.
"I like you a lot, James," You admit with a smile. "And I want nothing more than for everyone to know that."
"Yeah?" He mumbles, feeling his heart thud in his chest.
"Yeah," You confirm. "Because I want you to myself. Don't want anyone thinking they have a chance of getting with you. Especially not whoever Marnie is."
He snorts at that, shaking his head. "She- I swear, she's nobody," He confirms, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "And, by the way, I like you, too."
"Good," You quip, before snuggling closer to him and placing your hand on his thigh. "Now, where were we?"
"Hold on," He says, stopping your hand from moving further up, he leans closer to you and lowers his voice. "I wanna touch you. Is that okay?"
Feeling your stomach flip, you nod. "Of course it is, James," You say, staring up at him.
"I love when you say my name," He admits with a dark tone before swiping his tongue across his bottom lip.
"Yeah?" You mumble, feeling your mind swirl with nerves and excitement.
"I wanna make you say it again," Bucky utters, looking at you in a way he's never looked at you before. A way that makes you feel like all that matters to him is you.
Slowly, you spread your legs apart and hike up your skirt. He clenches his jaw as he strokes your soft inner thigh, gradually making his way to your heat.
"Lay down," Bucky whispers. You do as he says, lowering down until your head is on the pillow. He leans down to kiss you gently while rolling your skirt further up. The tension between you feels tight, like even the sound of a penny dropping could break it.
"Buck," You whine as your breaths become shallow and quick.
"I know, baby, just breathe," He orders lowly, surprising you with how cool and calm he is. "Just breathe for me, okay?"
God, he's so fucking hot.
When you feel his fingers brush against your panties, you clamp your legs shut around his hand with a gasp.
He smirks a little, raising a brow. "You okay?"
"Yes," You squeak.
Placing his other hand on your knee, he spreads your legs apart again. "Keep them open," Bucky says. "Can you do that for me, baby?"
Not expecting him to be so dominant or collected, you nod. "Anything," You whisper, meaning it with every bit of your soul. "Anything for you."
That widens his smirk and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Good girl", He praises you before gently slipping his thumbs under the side of your panties and pulling them down. You hold your breath as he takes them off you as your body tenses up with anticipation.
Bucky cups your chin in his hand as he settles between your legs, raising a brow. "Did I tell you to stop breathing?"
Your eyes widen. "I-"
"Breathe," He cuts you off bluntly.
"O- okay," You reply, reduced to a flustered mess as he brings his hand back to your heat. Your cunt is soaking wet by the time his fingers stroke your folds, and you grab his wrists suddenly. "Use your other hand."
He looks surprised at your request. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," You confirm firmly.
He continues stroking your moist pussy, before lowering them down to your entrance.
"The other hand, James," You press with desperation.
Chuckling, he kisses you softly. "I need to go slow at first; open you up," He explains. "Or else it'll hurt."
Looking up at him, you bite down on your lip. "I don't care."
He swallows thickly before complying with your wish. Bringing his metal hand down to your legs, he lets his fingertips find your clit. The cold feeling makes you shiver, before your body convulses as he starts to rub circles onto it.
A moan leaves your mouth as you arch your back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He kisses you deeply while your entire body feels electrified with delight.
He lowers his fingers, bringing them to your entrance as he pulls away from the kiss. Looking into your eyes, he carefully slides one of his fingers inside you, making you gasp.
"You okay?" He asks, concern in his eyes.
"Yes," You assure him. "Keep- keep going."
Bit by bit, he pushes further into you, making sure to scan your face to make sure he isn't hurting you too badly. Delicately, he pulls it out before sliding it back into you again.
"Oh, yes," You whimper. "More, Bucky."
"More?" He asks, resting his forehead against yours.
"More, please," You whine, bucking your hips up. "I need more."
Clenching his jaw, Bucky takes in a deep breath before pushing a second finger into you, making you wince at the invasion. Your soaking wet pussy welcomes him in, stretching around his hard digits.
"James, yes," You cry out loudly as he speeds up his fingers. "Oh, Jamie."
He curls his fingers inside you, pulling a string of melodious moans from your mouth. "So pretty," He mumbles lowly. "Sound so pretty when you say my name like that."
"Oh, please," You whine, cupping his face in your hands. "Faster, Jamie."
"Whatever my baby wants," He replies with a sly grin, providing you with exactly what you want. He speeds up his fingers, groaning as he feels your juices splash out against him.
Your core tightens as your eyes roll back and your lips part, making Bucky bite his lip. God, you look so fucking sexy.
"Faster, Jamie!"
And you sound even sexier.
"Yes, ma'am," He replies smoothly, pumping his fingers in and out of your tightening cunt faster. With a dark look in his eye, he utters, "Rub your clit."
You're taken aback by his command, and you have to wonder whether you're hearing things.
"Rub your clit for me, baby," He repeats firmly.
Letting out a whimper, you move your hand to between your legs before spreading apart your folds and placing two fingers on your clit. At his demand, you begin to rub it in quick circles, moaning at the sensation. He watches you with a dark hunger, like a predator watching his prey.
As your legs shake, you blink up at him. "I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah?" Bucky asks, letting out a soft laugh. He gently takes your hand in his free one before pulling it away from your clit and replacing your fingers with his. He rubs rapid circles onto it, making you shudder. "Cum for me, baby. Cum."
Within seconds, you let go and fall apart as your orgasm hits you, hard. You cry out his name loudly, and you both know Steve can hear you, but neither of you care.
"Just like that," Bucky whispers as he fingers you through your high. "That's my good girl."
With a heaving chest, you let out low whines, coming back down to earth. "Oh, shit," You whimper weakly, before looking at him with shock. You weren't at all expecting him to be so dominant in bed due to his usual polite nature, but you definitely aren't mad at it. "Bucky, where did that come from?"
He chuckles, before moving to lay down next to you. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Fuck, yeah," You reply pointedly.
Turning to face you, he whispers, "Then don't question it."
More attracted to him than you thought possible, you sit up and move all your hair back. Silently, you crawl lower down the bed until you're eye-level with his crotch.
Biting his lip when you pull down his sweatpants, Bucky places his hand on your shoulder. "You- you don't have to-"
"Shh," You whisper coyly, taking out his cock which is harder than ever. "You took care of me. Now, let me take care of you."
With parted lips, he watches you wrap your mouth around his dick, a moan immediately leaving his mouth. "Oh, God," He utters, running one of his hands through your hair but being careful not to push your head down any further.
You take as much of him into your mouth as you can without choking, keeping your eyes on him while you suck him. The contorted look of pleasure on his face pushes you to make him feel even better, motivating you to try and take his full length.
He sucks in a sharp breath as you move lower down his cock, cupping your cheek with his free hand. "Don't- you're gonna choke," He whispers breathlessly, not wanting you to be in any discomfort for him.
You place your hand on top of his and squeeze it as though to let him know it's okay as you deepthroat him, gagging on the tip of his cock. He lets out a loud groan as you suck him off, furrowing his brows.
"That feels fuckin' incredible," He cries, using all of his willpower not to buck his hips up. "Oh, fuck."
When you bring up a hand to play with his balls, Bucky's heart skips a beat. Are you trying to kill him? Or is he already dead and in heaven? That has to be it. Because you're a fucking angel.
"I'm gonna cum," He warns you, stroking your cheeks as you bob your head up and down. "You don't have to swallow-"
Pulling your mouth off his cock, you glare at him. "If you don't cum down my throat, Jamie, I'll fucking kill you," You tell him before taking him back into your mouth.
With no other choice, he lets you continue, grinning madly as he feels his pleasure building up. "I'm close," He says, shuddering. "Fuck, angel, I'm so close."
You let out a moan around his thick cock, and the vibrations are enough to send him over the edge. With a loud grunt, his seed shoots out and fills your mouth. You swallow every drop, keeping your eyes on his as you continue sucking him through his orgasm.
His body convulses as he groans, giving you everything he has before his body relaxes with exhaustion. He can barely see or hear as he floats between consciousness and sleep while you pull his pants back up and crawl up to him.
Smiling down at him, you place a soft kiss on his forehead. "Tired?"
"Very," He mumbles, barely even able to fully open his eyes. "I'm sorry, I-"
"It's okay, Jamie, go to sleep," You coo, stroking his hair soothingly. "Text me when you wake up."
Before you can get off the bed, he grabs your hand. "Stay," Bucky requests, lifting your arm and resting his head on your chest.
"Are you sure?" You ask him with a little nervousness. You're never spent the night before, and you don't want him to wake up and regret what he said in the bask of his afterglow.
"Of course I'm sure," He says, holding your hand tightly. "Stay, angel."
Angel. The nickname makes your cheeks heat up as you smile to yourself. "Okay. Well, give me your shirt, then. This top is uncomfortable."
Groggily, he does as you ask, sitting up to pull off his shirt and hand it to you. He makes sure to look away as you remove your top and skirt before putting on his shirt and lying back down. You pull the duvet up to get under it and can't help but steal a look at his chest, before frowning.
"Aren't you gonna get hot in those?" You ask him, referring to his sweatpants.
He glances down at them before rubbing the back of his neck. "I should change-"
"You can take them off, if you're used to sleeping in your boxers," You tell him with a smile. "Whatever you're comfortable with."
"Are you sure?" He asks you.
"Yes, Buck, I'm sure," You assure him, laughing softly.
With pink cheeks, he stands up to take off his sweatpants before getting back under the duvet and lying on his back. You wait expectantly for him to pull you closer, but he doesn't.
"Bucky?" You begin with a raised brow.
"Yeah?" He whispers back to you.
"Do... do you wanna cuddle?" You ask him.
He turns his head to you. "Is- do you want to?"
"Yes, please," You answer him with a small smile. "Unless, you don't want to."
"I do," He says quickly. "I do."
"Then, what are you waiting for?" You question him slyly.
Without wasting another second, he turns his body on its side to face you while you turn away from him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you back against his chest, embracing you with his warmth.
"Today was nice," You mumble as your eyes flutter shut.
"It was," Bucky replies before placing a soft kiss to your shoulder.
"You're a dark horse," You comment coyly, making him chuckle.
"Shut up, angel," He mutters.
"Where'd that come from?" You ask curiously. "Angel."
"I don't know," He tells you truthfully. "Just... you are one."
"I am?"
"You are."
bucky masterlist
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warning: nerd!frat!bucky x reader, fluff, soft!bucky, angst, kissies.
part one
Bucky spots you across the library long before you notice him there. He watches you while you print, wishing that he was the type of guy who could simply rock up next to you and say something cool.
'Hey, beautiful. How you doing?'
As if. Instead, he stays at his table, flicking through the textbook in front of him with his eyes firmly glued to you. He likes your outfit. It's intimidating, how stylish you are, and seeing you interact with multiple people only makes him recoil into himself more.
He doubts you even remember much of the party last weekend. Well, you likely remember the fun parts. The two hours you spent playing games with Bucky, though? Probably left your mind the second you walked out his room.
Suddenly, though, something odd happens. Your eyes land on Bucky before they light up. With a grin, you make your way over to him, putting away the printed sheets in your bag.
"Hey, baby daddy," You greet him warmly, taking his breath away with your casual tone.
Fuck, you're so cool. And you remember that night?
"Hi," He replies politely, glancing around the library to see if anyone else is seeing this, too, or if he's just hallucinating.
"Studying hard?" You ask, looking down at his notes.
Shrugging, he taps the highlighter against his textbook nervously. "I- I guess. Yeah. You?" Pull it together, man.
"Not really; I had an early start and now I'm feeling burnt out," You admit with a sigh. "And I haven't eaten all day, but also the idea of food is so off-putting right now."
"Oh," Bucky says simply, sitting up. "You should eat."
"I know, but nothing sounds good," You complain lightly. "Is it just me, or is food so boring these days?"
Hit with an idea and a semi-decent amount of confidence to go through with it, Bucky clears his throat. "I know this place downtown," He proposes. "They do dessert, but it also doubles as a comic book store. It's- it's pretty cool, if you're into that sort of thing."
A smile grows on your lips. "Dessert sounds perfect," You say warmly. "Let's go!"
His eyes widen slightly. "Let's? You mean, us?"
"Unless you're busy right now?" You ask with a frown.
"No, I'm not busy," Bucky assures you. "I- just give me a second to pack up and we can go."
"I'll help," You offer sweetly, leaning over the table and collecting his colored pens before placing them in his pencil case. Meanwhile, he packs away his books, his eyes flickering up to you every so often. His cheeks tinge pink when your fingers brush against his as you hand him the pencil case, a shiver running down his spine. You pick up his R2-D2 pencil sharpener and hand it to him with a soft laugh and a mumbled, "Cutie," almost making him pass out.
"Uh, shall we go?" He asks softly once he's all packed up.
"Lead the way," You reply with a grin.
It's a brief walk across campus and a few blocks to get to the comic book dessert parlor, but it's a pleasant journey nonetheless.
"And it turns out, General Saunders is the one who stole the treasure from us," Bucky reveals as he tells you how the pirate game ended. "We have to kill him, then save the mayor's daughter from Blue Beard, and the treasure is all ours again."
"I knew there was something off about Saunders," You mutter, shaking your head before smiling coyly and nudging Bucky's arm. "Did we fall in love with the mayor's daughter?"
He chuckles at your question as the two of you walk down the street. "Funny thing, actually; we got the option to either kiss her first or go straight for the treasure chest," He reveals, to which you snort.
"Please tell me you went straight for the treasure," You say between laughs.
"Of course I did!" He exclaims with a grin. "Captain Barnes is all about the money. Love can wait."
"That's a good mantra," You mumble, glancing down at your feet.
"This way," Bucky says, taking your hand and leading you to the edge of the sidewalk before looking both ways. Once it's clear, he leads you across the street.
When you get to the other side, you feel his grip on your hand start to loosen, but you instead link your fingers with his before he gets the chance to pull away. His heart skips a beat at your action, while you do your best to remain calm. This is fine, Y/N, just two friends holding hands on their way to get dessert. Nothing weird about this at all.
You continue walking hand in hand for the remainder of the journey, in a blissful silence. The sun beams down on you, the breeze wafts over your skin, and you feel safe in his presence.
"Here we are," Bucky announces as you reach a busy street of stores and restaurants. As promised, there stands Cookies N' Comics.
"It looks so cute!" You gush as you spot a glimpse of the inside. Hurriedly, you rush in, pulling Bucky behind you.
The interior is fantastic, the walls covered from top to bottom in comic book strips. Cardboard cutouts of superheros and villains are spread around the place, along with figurines as the centerpieces on the tables.
"This is insane," You say with wide eyes, looking around. The sweet smell of waffles and cookie dough only adds to your delight, as a server approaches you.
"Good afternoon, guys," She greets you with a smile. "Table for two?"
"Yes, please," Bucky answers her. "And could we get an upstairs booth?" He isn't one to demand special treatment at all, but he wants to make sure you get the best experience you can.
You immediately understand why he requested to be seated on the first floor once you see it. There's a library of physical comic books along the back wall, along with a few arcade machines.
Sensing your slight overwhelm, Bucky squeezes your hand for a second and takes you over to a table in the corner. You sit down, pulling on his hand when he tries to sit opposite you.
"Sit next to me," You invite him with a slightly pleading tone, wanting him close.
He has no choice but to do as you ask, feeling his cheeks heat up at your close proximity. Be still, my beating heart.
"Do you come here a lot?" You ask him, looking around. It isn't very busy, with a handful of other customers.
"I've only been here a couple of times," He tells you, before laughing. "Steve bought me 3% stock in this place for my birthday."
"Of course he did," You say, shaking your head with a grin before lowering your voice. "I have a very important question, Buck, and I need you to be serious."
Leaning forward with a glint of fear and concern in his eyes, he nods. "Yeah. Shoot."
You place your hands on the table. "Batman or Superman?"
Relief hits him as he relaxes, sitting back and chuckling. "Oh. Uh, you probably won't like my answer."
"How bad could it be?" You wonder with a laugh.
He winces before answering, "Superman."
"Oh, God," You say dramatically, before shaking your head. "I already knew that."
"You did?" He asks, taken aback. "How?"
"Last Halloween, you dressed as Clark Kent," You recall with a warm smile.
"You remember that?" He questions, utterly shocked. "Why?"
"Because," You begin with a sheepish smile. "I remember thinking you looked cute."
He snorts, shaking his head. As if. "And, uh, what were you dressed as?" He asks, swiftly putting the spotlight back onto you.
"Ouch," You say with a pout. "You don't remember?"
Narrowing his eyes, Bucky scours his mind. The fact that he was forced to attend Sam's Halloween party was rectified with a lot of alcohol, which is how he gets through every party he's forced to attend. That also means he promptly forgets every detail come morning.
With a bruised ego, you decide to change the subject and avert your attention to the menu. A waitress comes up to take your order, and soon, you're eating the best brownie sundae you've ever had.
"So, is Superman your all time favorite comic?" You question Bucky curiously.
"No, actually," He admits with a shy smile as he spoons into his cookie dough. "My favorite's always been Xena."
"The warrior princess?" You clarify before grinning. "A man of taste, I see. I'll be sure to dress as her next Halloween; maybe that'll get your attention."
Your wording puts him on edge. You've been trying to get his attention?
"Buck?" You ask once he's ignored you three times. "Everything okay?"
"Uh, yeah, fine," He assures you. "Just... the thought of you dressed as Xena had me short-circuiting."
What the fuck? Did he really just say that out loud?
"Bucky Barnes, are you flirting with me?" You gasp playfully, unable to hide your grin.
Blinking a few times, Bucky lets out a quick breath. "Uh..."
Laughing melodically, you shake your head while licking ice-cream off the back of your spoon. "You are too cute, Bucky," You tell him.
His cheeks flush pink as he looks down at his plate, feeling his heart race. "Shut up," He mumbles, biting back his smile.
"Make me," You shoot back slyly.
Lifting his head up, he sits back and asks, "What's the square root of twenty-four thousand, six-hundred and forty-nine?"
Baffled, you frown, tilting your head. After a few moments, you let out a scoff. "What?"
He shrugs nonchalantly. "Got you to shut up."
You roll your eyes, "You're stupid."
He leans forward and whispers, "It's one-hundred and fifty-seven."
"Still stupid," You whisper back immaturely. "Fuckin' nerd."
Bucky laughs heartily at that, the sound making you heart soar. You didn't think laughter could sound so pretty.
The two of you continue eating and chatting, and you feel all your academic stress melt away as he distracts you with his favorite villain origin stories.
"And then there's Bane; raised in a prison where he had to fight every single day," He tells you, incredible at storytelling. Or maybe you just like him. "He got experimented on, and they injected him with this chemical that turned him into a super soldier. Can you imagine that?"
"Bane's my favorite Batman villain," You tell him eagerly.
Placing his hand on top of yours, Bucky leans closer before uttering, "Mine, too."
Feeling slightly tense under his gaze, you swallow thickly. His hand on yours makes your heart race, and you do your best to keep calm. "Can I ask you something?" You inquire shyly.
"Of course," Bucky replies instantly.
"You're into Star Wars, right?" You ask him.
He smirks, "I mean, you saw my R2-D2 pencil sharpener."
Laughing softly, you nod. "So... can I ask you a favor?"
Without hesitation, he answers, "Anything."
"You know how Steve's throwing that costume party for his birthday next month?" You begin, feeling nervous.
Bucky raises a brow. "Where's this going?"
Deciding to get the question out without overthinking or worrying, you let it out. "Do you wanna go together?"
He wasn't expecting that. "Uh.. you wanna go to the party... with me?"
"Yeah, uh, you can go as Anakin Skywalker, since you already have the arm for it," You say with a nervous laugh. "And then I can be Padme."
"I see," He says with narrow eyes. "You're just using me as a prop for your costume."
Relaxing, you nod. "Yep."
Doing his best to seem casual, he shrugs. "Sure. It'll be fun."
"Really?" You ask, the excitement clear on your features.
"Why not?" Bucky asks with nonchalance. "I didnt have any other ideas." He had many ideas, but he'll put them all on hold for you.
"Great," You mumble, nudging his arm just because you want to touch him. Looking around at the comics strewn around the tables, you grin. "My favorite has always been Zatanna. I love her - have you read any of her comics?"
With a slightly distant stare at your face, Bucky nods. "Mhm."
"She's amazing in Justice League Dark," You go on to gush. "What's your favorite Zatanna comic? Do you have one?"
"Mhm," He repeats, lost in the shine of your eyes.
"Bucky?" You ask with a frown. "Did you hear me?"
"Sorry, I just... " He trails off sheepishly. "I'm thinking about something else."
Sightly offended, you raise a brow. "What are you thinking about?"
He leans in closer, and the tension between you tightens. Immediately, you know what's about to happen, and your heart races at the very thought of it.
"This," Bucky whispers before closing the gap between your lips with a soft kiss. You're quick to reciprocate it, parting your lips and allowing his tongue to stroke against yours. The kiss itself is gentle and slow, paired with his hand on your leg. He strokes your knee, making you shiver at his touch.
After a few moments, you pull away from the kiss but stay close to his face, smiling up at him. "I thought Captain Barnes was the type of guy who skipped the kiss and went straight for the treasure," You mumble teasingly.
He smirks back at you. "You're much prettier than the mayor's daughter," He admits, wondering where the fuck the burst of confidence came from.
You lean forward and kiss him again, this time taking his metal hand in yours and linking your fingers. His free hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, keeping your head in place as he deepens the kiss. Slowly, you lead his metal hand to your hip where you place it, allowing it to lower to your ass. He then pulls away to give you a few shorter kisses, each one making your stomach flutter.
Looking into your eyes, his own light up. "Bunny."
Taken aback, you laugh. "What?"
"Last Halloween," He clarifies. "You were dressed as a Playboy bunny."
You're pleasantly surprised by his accurate recollection as you nod. "Well done, Buck. How did you remember?"
His cheeks flush pink as he looks down, shaking his head. "Just... just remembered."
"Do you really expect me to believe that nothing significant reminded you?" You ask him incredulously.
Biting down on his lip, he hides his grin. "Your tail," He finally lets out. "I remember the fluffy bunny tail."
Smirking, you glance down at his metal hand which is still firmly cupping your ass. "Nice," You comment, patting his chest. "Great recollection, Buck."
He laughs, resting his arm on the back of the seat. You lean your head back, and he places his hand on your head where he rubs your scalp. A shiver runs down your spine as you budge closer to him, letting out a sigh of content.
"Thanks for bringing me here, Bucky," You say warmly, linking your fingers with his metal ones. "I really needed a break from studying."
"Happy to help," He replies genuinely, stroking your hair. "Whenever you need a break, you know who to call."
His words make you sit up suddenly. "That reminds me - I don't have your number," You inform him.
"No, you do not," He says with a small smile.
"Why is that?" You ask while pulling out your phone and handing it to him.
Typing in his number, he shrugs bashfully. "I don't know. You never needed it."
"Well, now I do," You tell him with a grin as you take back your phone. When you see that he's saved his contact under 'BJ's Dad', you can't help but laugh. "That's all you are to me?"
"As co-parents, we have to remind ourselves of what's most important," He says teasingly, nudging your arm. "Our son comes before our personal relationship, as much as I know you wanna save my number as Steve's Hot Friend."
Smiling coyly, you squeeze his arm. "Now, you're my hot friend."
A nervous laugh leaves his mouth as his cheeks turn red and he loses the ability to look at you. You love how shy you can make him, finding it utterly adorable.
Checking the time on your phone, you deflate slightly. "Ah, we should probably head back. I have a class in twenty minutes," You inform him regretfully.
"Of course," Bucky says with a nod, standing up before holding his hand out to you. "Let's go."
He takes you downstairs and to the counter at the front, where someone is waiting at the cash machine. You start to pull out your purse, but Bucky gently places his hand on your arm.
"Don't worry about it; I got it," He assures you while taking out his wallet.
"Oh, you shouldn't," You say, stepping forward. "We can split it."
The worker at the counter smirks at you, tilting her head. "Let him pay for the date, miss," She interjects with a wink.
Date? You and Bucky share a quick look before immediately looking away again, both of you taken by surprise. Was this a date? Well, you did kiss. Does that make it a date?
Giving in, you step back. Bucky gives you a victorious grin as approaches the counter, wallet in hand. Meanwhile, you're distracted by a life-size figure of Shazam!, and you trail over to look at it closely.
"Would you like to buy any comics, today?" The worker asks Bucky.
He glances back at where you're exploring the other life-size figures and smiles before turning back to the worker. "Yeah, can I get one of every Zatanna comic you have?
She looks surprised at his request, but nods. "Absolutely, Sir, let me just take a look in the back and see what we have for ya," She replies before going to the storeroom behind her. A few minutes later, she returns with a pile of around eight comic books, which she's placed into a small box for him. She rings it up and adds the price of the food, before giving him a smile. "That'll be $62.59 today, Sir."
Once Bucky's paid, the two of you make your way outside. He timidly takes your hand in his free one, unable to look at you when he does so. His heart pounds when your fingers link with his, and the two of you begin to walk back to campus.
You glance down over at the box he's holding in his metal hand and raise a brow. "What's in the box?" You ask him curiously.
Casually, Bucky shrugs. "Just a coupla comics," He tells you, biting back his stupidly wide grin.
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Summary || How you and Bucky go to sleep and how you and Bucky wake up.
Word Count || 1890
Contents || fluff, slight angst, smut
Warnings || NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, dub-con, mob/mafia business, mention of violence, alcohol consumption, explicit content/language, pet names (honey, babe, baby, doll), oral (male receiving), cum swallowing, mention of bodily fluids.
Authors Note || I hope I did Mob!Bucky justice :) I really love how this turned out! Ignore the double Nights at the beginning. The readmore function just keeps fucking up.
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Nights:
Nights:
It was becoming late in the night, and you couldn't find the peace to go to sleepโtossing and turning in the luxurious bed you laid in. The comfort of the sheetsโsafe and warm against your naked skin, usually made you fall asleep right away, but there was a key element missing, and that was your husband, Bucky, by your side.
Yes, James Buchanan Barnes, the feared and dangerous mobster boss in all of New York City. That was the man you shared a bed with, that was the man you shared your life with, and he was currently staring out the window at the city lights from the 40th floor of the building that was your home.
He was still fully clothedโvelvet pants and white button-down tucked into the waistband. A glass of whiskey in hand, the other placed in his pocket. He was deep in thought as he observed the city he owned.
โBucky, come to bed, please; itโs late, babe.โ
His head shook no as he took a big swig of his drink, hissing as the alcohol burned his tongue.
โTheyโre plotting against me; my enemies, I know it. They want to challenge me; they want to take away everything I ownโincluding the one thing I hold dearest to my heart.โ
With being the mob boss, threats and danger from his rivals and enemies lingered behind every corner of his life, wanting to destroy him and take away all he possessed, including youโhis most prized possession.
His love.
His life.
Your head hung low as you exhaled a sigh in both annoyance and sadness that he could never get a moment of peace without having these intrusive thoughts darkening his mind.
โBuckyโฆโ
His name fell so soft from your lips as you got up from your side of the bed and padded over to where he was standing, looking over his domain. You circled your arms around his clothed torso, resting your cheek on his muscular back as you squeezed him with the strength you had.
The tension in his muscles relaxed as he felt your love and comfort engulf him. His available hand came to rest on your grip on him. Like this, you stood for a moment before you broke the silence.
โI know nothing I say will make it easier for you, honey, but,โ you let go and turned him around to face you, holding his waist, โyouโre the boss. You rule this town, and no one dares to stand against you, James.โ Taking his face between your hands, caressing his skin, and running your thumbs along the dark circles formed underneath his eyes from all the stress he had to endure and the lack of sleep. โPlease come to bedโฆ you need some rest, and I canโt sleep without you cuddling me.โ
A content sigh left him as he leaned into your affectionate touch. Without you in his life, he would go fucking crazy. You were safety and reassurance for him in this dark and dangerous world. The concerned expression on his face softened as you pleaded with those sweet and doe eyes of yours. He could never resist your wishes; he could never resist you ever.
โYeah, letโs go to bed, doll.โ
Taking your hand in his, he led you over to the king-sized bed. He took a last swig of the whiskey, emptying the glass before placing it on the nightstand.
You helped unbutton his shirt as you rested on your knees on the mattress. Bucky smiled down at your naked form, clearly having some dirty thoughts running through his mind as you discarded the clothing.
โI love when you undress me, doll.โ He grabbed your chin with his fingers and lifted your gaze.
As you looked up at him, the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk. His pupils widened as those dark eyes were swimming with sinful fantasies of what he could do to youโsex all on his mind now.
โYou wish, James,โ you rolled your eyes at him. โWe can have sex tomorrow, but right now,โ you got comfortable on your side of the bed, pulling the covers over you, โwe both need some rest.โ
As much as he wanted you in the dirtiest way possible, you were right. He desperately needed a few hours of sleep if he were to function properly.
You admire his toned body while he gets rid of his pants and underwear, licking your lips as a few fantasies of your own intrude your mind. Yeah, you want him as much as he wants you, but that would have to wait until the morning. Bucky needed all the rest he could get to run the organisation for days to come.
He lifts the covers and slides underneath, wrapping his arms around your form as you do the same. His back was facing the door, keeping you safe from any potential danger advancing through it, although that wasnโt necessary as he had plenty of guards posted throughout the building you called home.
With your bodies as close as humanly possible, arms and legs tangled, you can both finally find some serenity in one another. Bucky inhales your sweet aroma, his mind filling up with it as heโs at peace at last.
โI love you, my precious doll,โ he exhales. Only a few seconds go by before you hear light snoring coming from his open mouth. A smile forms on your lips at him finally being at rest. โI love you, James.โ You nuzzled your face in his chest and closed your eyes, following Bucky into dreamlandโฆ
Mornings:
There was no clear indication as to why you had woken up all of a sudden. There had been no alarm or any sign of reason to wake up; it was just one of those days when your body and mind decided it was time to do so.
You blink a few times as you adjust your eyes. The clock on the nightstand says 07:47 amโyou breathe out a sigh as itโs too early to be awake. Neither yours nor Buckyโs alarm would go off anytime soon.
Bucky is fast asleep beside youโlight snoring coming from his open mouth, chest carefully rising and falling with every breath. Youโve become untangled somewhere in the night, but you still kept your fingers interlocked as you needed contact with each other in some form.
Carefully, so as not to wake him, you snuggled up to his side. You close your eyes, wanting to sleep more as itโs still time to do so before the day officially starts.
You try, but you canโt seem to fall asleep again. A defeated sigh leaves you, and you open your eyes, only to be met with the most beautiful sightโBuckyโs semi-hard cock resting on his abdomen.
This gives you an ideaโan idea that will make Buckyโs start on the day the best one ever.
Carefully, you slide down till youโre level with his crotch. You look up at him, checking if heโs still asleep. He was; he hadnโt moved a muscle.
You start with leaving broad licks on his shaft, coating his length with your saliva. His cock twitchesโwanting more attention. How can you ever deny its wishes?
You grab the base of his shaft in a soft grip as you lean in to take the tip between your lips, suckling and swirling your tongue on him before you swallow him wholeโtip tickling the back of your throat, making you choke lightly. The vibrations on his length has Bucky tossing on the bed as soft moans escape his open mouth as you bob your head on his now hard cock.
Buckyโs eyes flutter open, and heโs met with the most sinful view heโs ever seenโyour mouth full of his cock as your naked ass pokes behind your bent form. The sight makes him groan.
โOh, babyโฆโ his voice was groggy and deep with sleep, making his cries of passion that much hotter.
Finally, he's awake at last.
You look up at him and release him from your mouth, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to his cock. You take his shaft in your hand and pump his aching and red cock, leaving featherlight kisses on his swollen tip.
โMorning, honey,โ you say casually like you didnโt have a fistful of his cock in your hand. You take him in your mouth again, engulfing his whole length.
Bucky sucks in a breath as you bob your head on him again. One of his arms rests underneath his head, while his other hand finds its place on the back of your bobbing headโenjoying the show you are performing on him. His hips buck into your mouth, so needy for more, as he basks in the pleasure you provide early in the morning.
โFuck, baby,โ he softly moaned.
You look up at him through your lashes, his face contorting in pleasure, as you slide him in and out of your mouth with ease. You moan and gag around him as his cock pulsates on your tongue. The gags and moans mixed with the sloppy noise you make on his length are the most erotic sounds heโs ever heard.
Itโs all too much for Bucky so early in the morning. The sight of you worshipping his cockโeyes so soft and innocent in contrast to what your sinful mouth was doing, was what he needed to come deep in your throat.
โFuck, doll, youโre gonna make me-โ
With a guttural groan, his seed spurts out of his tip deep in your mouth, coating the inside of your cavity. His voice was laced with sleep, hoarse and rough as he cursed your name as he came. You milk his cock, making sure to get everything from him as you didnโt want a single drop to go to waste. The sticky cum trickles down your throat, making you moan out in satisfaction at the taste of him.
Once you were done, you slid him out of your mouth, releasing him with a pop and showing him that there wasnโt a single trace left of him in your mouth.
โShit, doll,โ he patted your head, โgood girl, baby.โ You smiled up at him. So pleased that he had enjoyed himself.
You giggled, as did he, when you came to his level, both of you wrapping your arms around each other. His lips lingered on your forehead, leaving soft kisses as you snuggled up against your loving husband.
โThank you, baby, for taking care of me. I needed that.โ
โOf course, babe.โ
You cuddle for a while, touching and kissing each other softly as you bask in each otherโs company. The both of you groaned out when the alarm clock rang, signalling that it was time to get up and leave the protective bubble that was your luxurious bed.
Buckyโs hand caressed your cheek as he gazed into your eyes. His thumb traced your lips, thinking about where they were only a short moment ago.
โWhat do you say, doll? Should we take a shower together? Let me repay you for the wonderful service this morning?โ
His eyebrows wiggled as his mouth turned into a cocky smile. You smiled and leaned your head back with your eyes closed, laughing softly.
โYes, Bucky, I would love that very much.โ
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synopsis: youโre annoyed when your vibrator dies, but bucky is more annoyed by your whining.
pairing: bucky barnes (roommate) x f!reader
word count: 3.0k
warnings: 18+ ONLY. enemies to lovers, roommate trope, grumpy bucky, dirty talk, pet-names, so much sexual tension, masturbation, oral, penetrative sex (protected), denied orgasm, multiple orgasms, praise kink, size kink
With an exasperated huff, you turn onto your back and stare up at the crumbling ceiling above you. For once, your upstairs neighbours are quiet. Not to mention the temperature in your bedroom is ideal; not hot enough to want to rip your clothes off and just cold enough to sleep with one leg out of the blanket.ย
All you wanted was a good nightโs sleep because tomorrow was your first day off in weeks. Not to mention the fact that tomorrow was a Saturday. Getting the weekend off was unheard of and you wanted to capitalize on it.ย
synopsis: bucky offers to give you your first orgasm. and he fucking delivers.
pairing: bucky barnes (roommate) x f!reader
word count: 2.1k
warnings: 18+ ONLY. fingering, teasing, dirty talk, lots of pet-names because thatโs the type of guy that bucky is (in my mind)
Your confession hung heavy in the air.ย
Bucky looked at you from where he stood leaning against the wall. The loose grey sweatpants he was wearing hung low on his hips, a sinful juxtaposition to the way his tight shirt clung to his skin.ย
Characters โ Y/N, Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes (Stucky).
Summary โย You wake up in bed with Steve & Buckyโฆ
Word Count โย 1.7k
Warnings โ 18+, Smut - oral (male receiving) handjobs (male and female receiving), a lil bit of a praise kink, rough-ish, p in v (unprotected - wrap it before you tap it). Poly relationship.
Beta โย @cockslut-padaleckiโโ - thank you so much lovely! // all mistakes are my own.
Dividersย โ @firefly-graphicsโ
A/N โ This is the first time that I have written for Stucky and hope you enjoy this whole of porn cos there is no plot to any of this. Section in italics is a flashback.
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The sunrise seeped through the floor to ceiling windows, the light dancing behind your eyelids and stirring you from your sleep. You felt the usual heavy weight of Buckyโs arm wrapped securely around your waist and your eyes fluttered open to the beautiful man beside you; Steve.
The one benefit of being awake before the most important men in your life, you were able to take in the beautiful hotel room. It had been a last minute decision, a quick getaway to the countryside. An escape from their busy lives in the city, a chance to relax and connect with one another.
Thirstday begins. No minors. Mentions of oral (m receiving), dirty talk, mentions of begging and implied overstimulation. As always don't copy, translate, rewrite or repost my drabbles. I love comments, likes and reblogs
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Bucky stares blankly at the screen, trying to concentrate on Sam, the Captain currently pacing back in forth in his office going over mission details.
Focus. This is important Bucky. Focus. Don't- Fuck what did he say? Cheese, why the fuck is he talking about- oh oh okay, base in Switzerland. Got it, cmon Buck. Focus.
Bucky grunts softly, pressing his lips into a thin line. Sam pauses, tilting his head. "You alright there?"
His attempt at a reassuring smile ends more like a pained grimace. Sam raises a brow suspiciously but continues after Bucky continues to stare. The second he turns away, Bucky hisses through his gritted teeth. "Please plum, I can't-" his mouth snaps shut when Sam glances over his shoulder.
Your eyes flicker up to your struggling super-soldier, part of you feels a little guilty for edging him for the past 30 minutes. Then you remember how he made you beg for his cock last night and suddenly you don't feel as bad. Giggling softly, you trace your tongue back up his throbbing vein until you reach his swollen tip. That earns you another whispered please.
He's so pretty like this, angry and dripping precum because of you. Gently tugging his balls, you wrap your lips around him, his salty taste melting on your tongue. You hollow your cheeks and slide down his thick cock, his hips rutting up desperately, he needs to feel your warm mouth on him. He can't stand another second of this. Fuck. Focus. Focus Bucky.
You place your hand around his shaft and pump him as you bring your mouth back up. His hands flex at his sides and he barely contains the whine bubbling in his chest.
Pulling him out with a wet pop, you meet his glossy lust-blown eyes. "Well I should let you get back to your meeting," you say teasingly. "Sounds important and I don't want to distract-"
"Plum, please I need to cum," he shouts louder than he intended. "Cmon, I'll do whatever you want, you want me to do that thing I did for your birthday, every night plum just-" he cuts off with a choked god yes when you take him back in your mouth.
You swallow him down, making it loud and sloppy, the way he likes it. Bucky guides your head over him, his hips snapping up as he takes control until he's steadily fucking your throat.
"That's it, good girl, good fucking girl, just like that," he groans.
"What the fuck?"
Buckys eyes flicker up to the forgotten screen and he cringes. "Ah you're uh cutting out, I think I'm going...breaking up.. going through a tunnel...can't hear you-"
"I can see you man," Sam yells, tossing his pen down.
"Technical difficulties...be back later," he finishes, slamming the laptop shut.
Bucky glares down at your bobbing head. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to feel me inside you for days, I'm going to make you beg until you're-"
You lift up your head until only the very tip remains between your lips, quirking your brow while languidly flicking your tongue across him
"I'm going to eat your pussy until you pass out?"
"That's what I thought." You sass before dropping your head back down.
๐ฆ๐๐บ๐บ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐: tired and unable to fall asleep, Peter asks you to read to him.
๐ช๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐: just fluff :)
๐ช๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐๐ป๐: 1.3k
๐/๐ก: this is actually a one shot I posted on my wattpad a while ago! I just really liked it so I thought I would post it here too! :)
๐ฃ๐๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐จ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐ฌ๐๐ฆ and yawned sleepily, smushing his face further into your neck. You tilted your neck slightly to face him and ran a hand through his soft, fluffy brown curls. He hummed at your touch.
" 'M sleepy," Peter mumbled into the crook of your neck.
"Yeah? Wanna go to bed?" you asked quietly. Peter nodding slowly in response. You lightly pushed his head off your shoulder, earning a small whine from him, and closed your book. You took his hand in yours to pull him up.Peter grunted slightly but didn't budge, making you let out a sigh.
"Bub, I can't carry you, I don't have super strength like you," you whispered.
Snuggling more into the couch, Peter looked up at you with his brown doe eyes, "Then I'll just sleep on the couch. Don't feeling like moving."
You sighed at his sleepy stubbornness, "You won't be comfy here, Peter."
"Yeah, I will," he mumbled back groggily.
"No, you won't."
"Yes I will," he argued back, his eyebrows furrowed. Shaking your head, you caved and helped him get comfy on the couch. You pecked his forehead, letting your kiss linger a bit. You straightened back up and ran your hand through Peter's hair once more before picking up your book and leaving to your room.
Peter had just begun to close his eyes, when he saw you leaving him. Surprised, Peter sat up slightly and called out to you, "Y/N, where are you going?"
"To my room. Just because you don't feel like getting up doesn't mean I do. I will be comfortable, lying on my bed," you informed the sleepy brown haired boy.
Peter groaned loudly, "You really suck." You simply flashed him a mischievous smile before turning back around.
"I'll be in my room," you teased in a sing-song voice. Peter rolled his eyes and dramatically flopped his face into the throw pillow he was using.
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Tossing and turning, Peter groaned in irritation and raked his hands harshly through his hair. He just couldn't sleep. All the sleep that had weighed so heavily on his eyes before seemed to fade away as soon as he tried to sleep on the couch. He was extremely frustrated since one: he really wanted to sleep and two: he absolutely hated it when you were right.
Letting out a loud huff, Peter grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, making him look like a fluffy burrito. He messed up his hair slightly and put on the most pitiful pout he could muster, knowing you wouldn't be able to resist his adorable face. Having a baby face does have its perks.
He padded over to your door and opened it. You were wrapped up in a soft throw blanket, you eyes skimming over the lines of the book you were reading, Pride and Prejudice.
Your eyes flickered up to see a pouty Peter, all wrapped up in a blanket, just begging to be cuddled. A small smirk grew on your face a he trudged over to your bed and face planted.
"You couldn't sleep, could you?" you asked smugly.
Muffled by the bed, Peter grumbled, "Shut up."
He lifted his face up, resting his face on the bed to look up at you. You observed his face, his hair was all messy, his pink lips were stuck out in a cute pout, and his cheeks were slightly pink, since he was slightly embarrassed about being wrong. In other words, he looked positively adorable.
Sighing, you decided to take pity on Peter. You ruffled his hair slightly before patting the space next to you, which Peter happily scrambled up to fill. You rested up against the headboard with Peter laying beside you, his head resting on your thigh. You pulled up your blanket around him and carded your fingers through his curls. With one hand, you picked up your book and opened back to the page you were at to begin reading again. Peter nuzzled his face into your thigh and closed his eyes to let sleep take him away.
A few minutes passed, but Peter was still no where near falling asleep. He opened his eyes again, frustration written all over his face. He let out a small huff, hoping you would notice, but you were too absorbed in your book. He huffed a lit louder and wrapped his arms around the leg he was resting on. He turned his head up slightly to see if you noticed now, but still nothing.
Fine, I'll do it myself, Peter thought.
"Y/N?" he called out softly, poking your leg for extra measure. You hummed, looking down to giving him a small smile.
"What happened, bubba?"
" 'M sleepy, but I still can't sleep," he grumbled into your thigh. You frowned in sympathy. It was quiet for a few moments, before Peter broke the silence.
"Can...can you read to me please?" Peter asked timidly. Peter's face was smushed up against your thigh and his eyes were slightly glassy due to his fatigue. You simply couldn't say no, and it wasn't like you were going to anyway.
"Of course, Pete," you murmured. Peter voiced his thanks, which were slightly slurred since he was so tired.
You cleared you throat quietly and picked off where you stopped reading. It was when Mr. Bingley proposed to Jane. Your soft voice filled the silent room, soothing Peter. He smiled slightly as he heard reading since he knew that this was one of your favorite parts. Although the novel was more focused on Elizabeth, you still admired Jane's quiet and dignified nature, much like yourself, you liked to think.
Peter focused on your soft voice while he drew small hearts into your leg with his fingers. He closed his eyes as he felt you massaging his scalp and playing with his curly tendrils in one hand. He pulled the blanket slightly over his face, so it was right under his nose. Your quiet but soothing reading, the warmth he felt, both in his heart and his body, and your continuous massage of his head all coaxed Peter into a deep sleep. His breathing evened out and his fingers when limp against your leg. His mouth opened slightly as he let out small snores.
A little while later, you noticed Peter had become quite still. You put your book down to check on him and smiled when you saw him in a peaceful slumber. You closed you book and carefully moved Peter off your leg. You fluffed up his pillow and placed his head there, adjusting the blankets around him. You closed the light and layer down beside him.
The window behind you was opened, making the moonlight reflect on Peter's. If you were being honest, he looked like an angel, more so than usual. A small smile still adorned you face as your finger up to softly trace Peter's features. Your ran your finger over his thin pink lips, thinking about how nice it was to kiss them everyday. You traced the crook in nose, thinking about he had broken it so many times while he was galavanting around as Spider-Man. You ran your finger over his large eye bags.
Prada has nothing on his bags.
You chuckled softly at the thought. You pushed a couple strands of hair out of his face and kissed his hairline softly, so you wouldn't wake him up. You scooted closer to him, tangling your legs with his and wrapping your arms around his sleeping frame.
Finally, you closed your eyes, going to sleep smiling, your heart filled with love not only for Peter, but also for soft moments like these.
dad!tom protecting his family from the paparazzi? like they're having a nice family day at the park or something and then the paparazzi show up and he's ๐ก so he goes into proctective!dad mode? idk
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the breeze in the park carries the sublte scent of the sweet grass. tom holds your hand in his, watching gleefully as your son trots in front of you.
"and after crafts daddy, we went to the park!" the boy beams, skipping over cracks in the sidewalk.
"yeah bub, did you go on the swings?" when your son nods, floppy curls bouncing with the movement, tom squeezes your hand, grinning over at you.
"i went really high!" he holds his arm up, trying to demonstrate the height he'd reached.
"good job, buddy," you beam back at tom, releasing his hand only to reach into your bag for a wet wipe and dab at your son's messy cheeks, "you're really enjoying your ice cream aren't you."
tom can't stop the love he feels swelling in his chest at the sight in front of him. you're so gentle with the toddler in your arms, and he's so giggly as you tickle his sides.
"mommy! mommy, that tickles!"
his perfect moment is ruined though when he notices a large camera pointing in your direction from several feet away, "shit," he mutters, brushing his fingers over your shoulder, "c'mon, love, let's get to the car."
you turn back to him, still holding your boy close, "what's wrong?" you ask, and tom thinks the vexation casting his features must be a lot more visible than he'd hoped.
he nods forward, and you glance in the direction to find the eyes of a few paps and their cameras slithering over you. you sigh.
"c'mon, let's get to the car, monkey," tom holds his hand out and your son takes it, blissfully ignorant as he swings his arm.
"tom! y/n!" they start to shout when you pass them to get to the car park. tom can see the car, patiently awaiting his and his family's arrival.
"excuse me," is all he says, shouldering past the small crew, keeping his body between them and you.
his heart nearly cracks when the little fingers clinging to his larger hand squeeze, and when he looks down there's a wobble in your little boy's chin, most likely caused by the flashing cameras shoving their way forward.
"daddy.."
the word is spoken so softly, barely audible, and tom watches as you lift the toddler into your arms, stroking his back soothingly, "c'mere, honey."
"tom! y/n! is it true that you're taking a year off--" the voices are too loud, and all tom can think about is securing the both of you in the car as quickly as possible.
"i'm trying to get my family home, excuse me," he says a bit harsher, not worried about the scolding he could get from management just yet. he lets go of the breath he'd been holding when you open the car door and begin to do up your son's car seat. tom stays in front of you, using his body to block you from the flashes.
"please don't take pictures of my son," his voice is clipped and clearly irritated, and he presses forward to make more space between you and the cameras.
finally, you slide into the passenger seat, and tom slams his door with as much force as he can muster to really get the point across.
"m' sorry, love," he mumbles, almost ashamedly as he reaches for the headrest of your seat to back up.
"it's okay," he relaxes a smidge when you pat his thigh.
"you okay, buddy?" he's smiling softly, trying to be encouraging, but the few tear tracks on the boy's small ruddy cheeks makes his chest ache.
"i dropped my ice cream," he sniffles, rubbing his eyes.
"oh, baby," tom sighs, turning to face forward again and clenching the steering wheel under his fingers.
"we've got ice cream at home, honey, do you want some once we're back?" in his head, tom is counting his lucky stars, thanking whichever god will listen for you and your ability to handle this a lot better than him.
"yes please," there's another sniffle, and you turn in your seat to hand over a tissue.
"you can have all the ice cream your heart desires, handsome," you promise, looking at tom as you say it.
he turns to you, a sorry smile on his lips, "thank you," is all he says, smiling more genuinely when you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek.
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