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my silly breakdown of the bellboy scene + the build up to it! specifically requested by my lovely mutual @mybloodstream-caffeine <3
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Hold You Tight: Part 38
Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Part 37 | Series Masterlist | Part 39
Chapter Word Count: Over 3.5k
Chapter Summary: You go back to the Red Room.
Chapter Warnings: Reference to attack/assault, self-defense lessons, inner turmoil, possessive behavior, world building, feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight and thank you for sticking with me! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. â€ïž Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Dividers by the talented @firefly-in-darkness. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You stared at the entrance of the Red Room, a strange sensation settling in your bones. Ray brought you there to get away from Bucky for a night, and that hadnât stopped him from showing up early in the morning just to see you. You couldâve made a scene or shut him out, but you let him in. You let him hold you while you slept. In hindsight, you let him do a lot of things, didnât you?
Handle Your Load
Bucky Barnes x F!Reader | 6.7k
Summary: You have never see Bucky cum before, and the reason why is more complicated than you initially thought. Not that you mind.
Warnings/Tags: 18+, MDNI, hyperspermia, lotta porn with a little plot, slight breeding kink, p in v, oral (f receiving), misunderstanding, reader thinks Bucky can't cumâturns out he very much can, verbally mentioned Ava x John jumpscare, ik Yelena is ace but let her have some fun
Inspired by THIS POST by superbassbuck, kudos to you!
You'd had a hunch ever since you started going out with Bucky.
The dates were always wonderful, and he was nothing but a gentlemanânever failing to hold the door open, always buying dinner full-fold, and incessantly insisting he walk you home after every encounter. He was the pinnacle of the chivalrous male figurehead, but your suspicions didn't stem from his public persona.
It was your interactions in privateâspecifically in bed.
And it wasn't the sex itself. The sex was great.
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Writer's note: This is part 2 of my personal headcannons. Again, this is non-canon, and may not include any material from Marvel.
Warnings: mentions of weapons, sex, smut, r18, MDNI
Bucky would definitely call you sweetheart, something about the endearment just melts the anger in you when he did something.
Bucky takes you to shooting ranges as another added hobby to your list. The first time he taught how to pull the trigger, he was pressed behind you, his hand guiding your own as you held the gun, and his breath on your ear that made it hard for you to focus.
Bucky takes pride when you land bullets on every mark, often boasting that he was the one who taught you.
Bucky keeps a picture of both himself and yours in work uniforms in his wallet. His I.D. also has another picture of you. His phone wallpaper is a picture of the both of you with Alpine close to your chest.
Bucky likes to cuff your wrists and pins them above your head while he drills his cock in your cunt, your legs wrapped around his waist and moaning praises of desire.
Bucky's favorite sex position is missionary because he likes watching the way your mouth hangs open when you are reaching your climax.
People say you and Bucky have the same mannerisms and facial expressions when someone says something out of place or the joke is bad, often noting that you look like twins. Bucky found that absurd until when you were both in a social event and caught something drastic and embarrassing in public, you slowly turn your head towards him, only to find him doing the same, and you snorted hard catching the attention of a few. That's when he knew you both shared the same expressions.
Bookmarked
Roommate!Bucky X Reader
Summary: Take two roommates who drive each other up the wall, add one smutty book with a compelling premise, and watch them nearly kill each other. Or kiss. Or both, and then some.
Word Count: 7k
Warnings: SMUT (18+ MDNI) p in v, fingering, praise kink, use of a vibrator, softdom!bucky, a touch of perv!bucky because you know I canât resist that man
A/N: Yâall, this was a bitch and a half to write, but the idea simply would not leave me alone. It took so many days that I wanted to be spending on other projects, but I rather like how this turned out. Proofread by only me and my human eyes.Â
Your book is just starting to get good when Bucky walks into the apartment.
You let out a long-suffering sigh and lean forward, laying the book in your lap and doing your best to focus on the page. Not on the six-foot super soldier you share a wall with, who is currently wrapped like a present in one of those infuriatingly tight compression shirts, his hair still sweaty from his workout.Â
âMorning, doll,â he greets you as he tosses his gym bag in the middle of the floor (where it certainly doesnât belong) and moseys over to the kitchen.
âMorning. You lift those heavy things real good?â you ask, feigning disinterest as you turn a page. âLift heavier things than the other guy?â
âSomething like that,â he replies with a smirk before opening the fridge. âWhatâre you reading?â
You should have known he would ask. His favorite activity seemed to be bothering you with a million questions while you attempted to read in peace. But youâre sorely unprepared to field questions about this particular book. You already know heâll give you endless shit if he gets wind of the⊠scandalous subject matter.
It certainly doesnât help that youâve been trying to picture anyone but your annoyingly hot roommate as you read it.
So you evade. âA critically acclaimed novel titled None of Your Business.â
Bucky snorts. âLet me guess. The protagonist is a real smartass.â His attention drifts back to the fridge, and he sighs in frustration. âWho forgot to buy more milk, again.â
You scold yourself internally and shoot him a remorseful look over the edge of the couch. âOops?â
He rolls his eyes, sauntering into the living room to lean on the back of the couch. âMaybe if you didnât have your head buried in a book all the time, youâd occasionally observe the things that need doing around our real-world apartment,â he chides.
Childishly, you roll your eyes right back. It keeps them from lingering on the way the veins stand out from his forearm, or how his biceps (flesh and metal) strain against the sleeves of his shirt, or how heâs looking down at you like youâre his favorite problem in the world.
And then he leans closer, peering over your shoulder to get a look at what youâre reading.Â
Nope. You snap the book shut, tuck it under your arm, and head in the direction of your room. âIâll leave the observing to the bionic staring machine, thank you very much.â
âWhere you going?â he asks.
âTo read in peace,â you say over your shoulder. âYou talk too much.â
âTry not to miss me,â he calls after you as you shut the door. You can hear the smirk in it even if you donât see it. Annoyance, followed by a heat that you donât dare to examine, crawls under your skin, itchy and uncomfortable.
So much for peace, you think as you flop onto the bed and crack open your book again.
Bucky can tell when youâre hiding something from him. Itâs really not hard - youâre a terrible liar, worse at keeping secrets. It's actually sort of adorable - almost as adorable as how mad you get when he finds you out.
And it would be a waste of his training in intelligence work if he didnât try to figure out what youâre keeping from him.
The first step is to get your defenses down, so Bucky makes a stop on the way home from his briefing with Sam.Â
When he unlocks the door and steps through the threshold, he finds you reclined on the couch, book in hand, the cover surreptitiously hidden behind your propped up knees. Bucky feigns innocence and places the bag from Din Soup on the counter with a flourish. âI got takeout.â
You groan in relief, pry yourself out of the you-shaped dent in the couch, and tuck your book under your arm. âThank god, I'm starving.â
Bucky unpacks the order, and you both begin to fill your plates from the various containers. Unable to resist, he pokes you with a pair of chopsticks and asks, âStill reading your secret book?â
âIt's not secret,â you reply, your tone suspiciously even. You have a terrible poker face.
âOh yeah? Whatâs it about?â he prods, dropping a stray lo mein noodle into his mouth.
You shoot him a withering look. âItâs about the worldâs most annoying roommate.â
âSounds dumb,â he retorts with his mouth full. âWhoâd write a book about you?â
âHilarious. Pass the soup dumplings, idiot,â you demand, shoving his shoulder with all the strength of a malnourished chihuahua.
How can he not smile at that, when you call him âidiotâ like itâs a term of endearment? Still, he doesnât allow it to distract him. âYou didnât answer my question,â he presses after handing you the requested container.
âDidnât i?â Your eyes are on the takeout again, avoiding his.
âYou donât want me to know what youâre reading.â He says it less like an accusation and more like a statement of fact.
You let out that frustrated little huff he adores, the one you save for the special brand of exasperation only he can bring out in you. âGod, you are just allergic to minding your own business, arenât you?â
âIs it a romance?â he teases, looking for a reaction.
You roll your eyes. âJesus.â
Itâs not a denial, and you still wonât look at him, so Bucky suspects that heâs on the trail. âIt is, isnât it? Thatâs why you donât wanna tell me.âÂ
He leans on the counter and gives you a devilish grin. âLet me guess, itâs some Pride and Prejudice-style romance with lots of yearning and accidental hand touching and quivering.â
You cock an eyebrow in response. âQuivering?â
âLots.â
Again, you roll your eyes so hard, Bucky's surprised they donât pop right out of your skull. âYou know what? You got me. I'm a huge fan of the quiver genre.âÂ
You turn to carry your plate to the couch, and Bucky sees an opening. A metal hand flashes out and plucks the book from underneath your arm before you have time to react.
Thereâs a loud clatter as you drop your plate on the counter and whirl around to face him. âHey!â you protest, reaching out to snatch it back, but itâs already too late. He jerks it away from you and examines the cover with curiosity.
And itâs not what he expected at all.
Itâs better.
Emblazoned on the cover is an artistâs rendering of an attractive man with piercing blue eyes, his shirt unbuttoned scandalously low to reveal a muscular chest. The title is equally as interesting.
âPraise?â he reads off the cover, grinning like the cat who got the cream.
Your cheeks flush scarlet as you try again to grab the book out of his hands. âBucky, give that back or I swear-â
Fortunately, Bucky is much faster and much taller than you, and he keeps the book out of your reach easily. âOh my god, youâve been reading smut. Right in the middle of our apartment.âÂ
The mere idea makes his cock twitch with interest - heâs only a man after all. And to think of all those times you sat in the same room as him while you read literary porn, trying to keep a straight face, maybe trying to keep from pressing your thighs together-
As compelling as that mental image is, the reality of you in front of him is even more entertaining. âPlease stop,â you beg, covering your burning face with your hands.
But Bucky is having far too much fun to stop.Â
âIs it any good?â he asks playfully, making a show of leafing through the pages.
âI- I havenât formed an opinion yet,â you stammer, your blush turning impossibly deeper. You jump in an attempt to steal back the book. âNow give it back!â
Still he holds it out of your reach, then plants a palm on your head like a child to keep you away, laughing as you struggle uselessly against him. He squints to read the blurb on the back. The first line is so incriminating that he just has to read it aloud.Â
ââShe's a good girl, but sheâs falling for the wrong manâ?âÂ
Vibrating with rage, you break free from his grip. âI will fucking kill you, I swear to god!â You lunge for the book, essentially climbing him like a furious monkey to get to it.
âJesus, will you relax? Iâm trying to read.â He plays nonchalant even as he tries to shake you off, enjoying himself immensely.
âJames Buchanan Barnes, I will stab you with a pair of chopsticks!â You grab a pair off the counter, and you look so enraged that for a moment, Bucky believes you might actually try to use them.
âOkay, okay!â He holds up his hands in mock surrender. You make a move for the book, and he once again jerks it away. âPut down the utensils, take a breath, and I'll give it back.â
After a moment of consideration, you drop the chopsticks on the counter with a scowl. Bucky takes an exaggerated breath in, gesturing for you to follow. Even though the anger radiating off you is palpable, you take a deep breath anyway.
Bucky holds out the book in front of you, flashes his most disarming smile, and says, âGood girl.â
Your eyes widen, your face flushing all over again. You snatch the book, grab your plate from the counter, and hiss, âYou are insufferable.â Then you turn on your heel and stomp off to your room, slamming the door like a teenager.
Bucky snickers under his breath.
You know that wonât be the end of it, before you even slam your door.
Bucky loves to torment you, and the bigger a reaction he gets, the more likely he is to continue. You shouldnât have let yourself be so angry, so obviously embarrassed, but no one could get under your skin like him. In the months youâd been living together, heâd successfully located almost every single button you had and pressed them at will. Now that heâd found a new button, there was no way heâd leave it untouched.
By some stroke of luck, you manage to avoid him the following morning until you leave for work. Nothing to distract you like an absolutely punishing eight hour shift of work. When quitting time comes around, you feel dead on your feet, and probably look worse.
Your reward for a hard dayâs work? Bucky, splayed out on the couch like an Epicurean figure in an Italian painting, eyes sparkling with mischief as soon as you walk in the door.
âThe prodigal roommate returns.âÂ
âIâm not in the mood,â you deadpan as you drop your keys in the dish.
âIn the mood for what?â he asks innocently. âI didnât say anything.â
You suppress a sigh and open the fridge. âItâs only a matter of time.â
Bucky sits up, eyeing the grocery store bag in your hand. âYou bought milk?â
âYes, Bucky.â Unable to keep the snipe out of your voice, you all but toss the jug into the fridge and push the door shut. âI do remember to do the things you ask me to every once in a while.â
A slow smile spreads across his face. âGood girl.â
Youâd been preparing for it mentally, but when the words fall from his lips, itâs like the first time he said it all over again. Your face superheats in record time, shame mixing with something else in your stomach. Something like arousal.
Because, despite your annoyance and embarrassment, youâd liked it.
âI - you -â Sputtering and angry and annoyingly turned on, you make an incoherent noise of frustration and stalk off to your room again.
You donât slam the door this time. You donât want to give him the satisfaction. But the image of his smirk as you close the door burns into your eyelids.
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Bucky hasnât had this much fun in a while.
This little discovery heâd made is the gift that keeps on giving. Itâs just too easy. All it takes is a compliment, deliberately worded, and you whip around with a flush in your cheeks and a storm in your eyes. He gets the best reaction with those two little words that have become his favorite in the whole dictionary. Two little syllables that light you up like a match every single time.
The only drawback is that he canât stop thinking about what youâd look like if he said those words to you in more⊠compromising positions. These brief, fleeting fantasies were becoming distracting, borderline problematic. He's had to stop wearing sweatpants around the apartment. Even still, he has no intention of letting this go.
Bucky's reverie is broken by the opening of your door. Whatever teasing jibe heâd been thinking up in the last five minutes while washing the dishes dissolves in his brain like soap in hot water. Youâre wearing that little skirt he likes, the one with the slight flare that swishes when you walk and the hem that rides the line between appropriate and decidedly inappropriate.
âIâll be back late,â you inform him casually as you attempt to keep your balance while slipping on your heels. âDonât wait up.â
The motion causes the hem of your skirt to ride up. Bucky doesnât even pretend not to stare. âWhere you headed?â
âNot that itâs any of your business, but I have a date.â You pull out your phone to check your appearance, fiddling with an earring and adjusting your lipstick.
Bucky raises an eyebrow as he dries a plate. âA date, huh?â
âEasy with the tone of surprise, Barnes," you return playfully, though your expression betrays a hint of nerves as you try to get your hair to fall just so.
Though heâd never admit it, the idea of you going out on a date with some guy is doing complicated things to Bucky's head and heart. Both of you had gone on your fair share of failed dates since you moved in together. But that was before⊠well, before.
The way you frown at your reflection in the phone makes something twist in Bucky's chest. He dries his hands and faces you. âStop fussing, doll. You look beautiful.â
That gets you to look up from your phone, surprised, then wary. âAre - are you making fun of me again?â
âNo, I mean it,â he replies earnestly. âYou always look beautiful.â
The words seem to break past your defenses. Your eyes widen, and you swallow nervously, but you put your phone into your purse and you stop touching your hair so much.
As you hunt for your wallet and keys, Bucky asks, because he has to. âSo, whoâs the guy?â
âLiam. From the corner store.â
And Bucky's good mood is officially ruined.
Liam. The corner store manager who flirts shamelessly with you every chance he gets, who has been sniffing after you for months now. The one who had made you blush last week when he complimented your smile, and had Bucky seeing red all the way from the drinks aisle.
âYeah, I know who Liam is,â he mumbles, wadding up the dishtowel and tossing it on the counter childishly.
âWhy are you making that face?â you ask, hooking your purse over your shoulder. "He's nice.â
Bucky starts putting away the dishes with a little more force than necessary. "He's nice to you, because heâs been trying to get in your pants since you moved in. He's a sleaze.â
You plant your hands on your hips stubbornly. âHe is not. Heâs single, heâs cute, heâs employed-â
âYou have got to get higher standards than that,â he snipes. He hates how jealous he sounds, how pathetic.
âOkay, whatâs got your panties in a twist?â you demand, voice sharpening.
Thatâs when Bucky snaps. Determined to get the upper hand, he steps in towards you and says in a deceptively calm voice, âI don't wear panties, but I'll bet five dollars that youâre wearing your date night panties right now.â
He knows heâs probably gone too far, but it works, because your jaw drops, and your cheeks turn an alarming shade of red. âExcuse me?â
Bucky smirks. âYâknow, the lacy blue ones you wear when youâre trying to get laid.â The little gasp that escapes your mouth tells him heâs right on the money, which only makes him grin wider.Â
âYou are such a pervert!â You grab the wadded up dishtowel off the counter and throw it at him. âYouâve been scoping out my underwear?â
âCanât exactly help it when you parade around in those short little skirts while youâre getting ready,â he retorts.
Indignant, you tug down the hem of your skirt self-consciously and snarl, âYouâre an asshole.â The sound of your heels pounding the hardwood echoes off the walls as you angrily stride to the front door.
Bucky canât resist one more dig. âDon't worry, I'm sure Liam will love them. Maybe heâll give you some of that praise you want so bad.â
You grab your coat and shoot one last fiery glance back at him. âFuck. You.â
âYou should let him borrow your book,â he calls after you, just to get the last word. âHave him take notes!â
But the door has already slammed, and heâs shouting at the coatrack. Bucky sighs and drags a frustrated hand over his face.
Pathetic.
Youâre so angry you could spit.
Getting asked on a date was the one non-humiliating thing that happened to you all week, and Bucky managed to sour your mood before it even started. And now you are sitting across from a perfectly nice guy who is buying you dinner, and all you can think about is your goddamn roommate.
It's so completely unfair, because Liam is great. He's good-looking, and charming, and even occasionally funny. This might have been a really nice date, if you werenât so hot under the collar and humiliatingly damp between your legs thinking about the argument youâd had with Bucky.
By the time you both finish your meals, itâs clear to the both of you that your mind is elsewhere and your heart isnât in it. You apologize, twisting your napkin in your lap. Liam offers you a wan smile and pays the bill, and says something about next time.
You already know there wonât be a next time.
Fueled by two glasses of wine and the fury of a woman mocked too many times, you stomp down the hallway and throw open the apartment door, violently wrestling off your coat.
Predictably, Bucky is reclined on the couch, looking at his phone until your entrance startles him back to the present. âThought you said youâd be back late.â
You huff angrily, freeing yourself from your coat and tossing it in the direction of the coatrack, and then turn on Bucky. âWhat the fuck is your problem?â
âCome again?â he asks, sitting up.
You kick off your heels and plant yourself firmly by the arm of the couch. âYou know, what I read in the privacy of my own home is nobodyâs business, especially not yours. It's perfectly healthy and itâs nothing to be ashamed of.â He opens his mouth to throw some asinine comment back at you, but you steamroll him. âAnd I donât appreciate you trying to constantly humiliate me in my own fucking apartment!â
Silence hangs in the air a moment as he absorbs your words and you catch your breath.Â
âFinished?â Bucky asks patiently, like heâs got all the time in the world.
You toss your hair out of your eyes and try to regain some composure. âFor the moment.â
He sits forward, deeply amused. âGood for you, standing up for yourself. Wasnât sure you had it in you. I'm proud of you, sweetheart.â
That turns you nuclear. You rip your purse off your shoulder and huck it towards him. âStop fucking praising me!â
He flinches back from the flying projectile. âJesus, whatâs gotten into you?â Bucky gets to his feet and walks towards you, that maddening smirk reappearing on his face. âI guess nothing, since you came home before ten p.m. just to scream at me. Is that the problem? Are we a little⊠frustrated?â
You refuse to take the bait. âWhy are you fucking with me like this?â you demand.
His smirk turns wicked. âBecause youâre cute when youâre so wound up.â
You will your cheeks not to flush. âI'm being serious, Bucky.â
âSo am I,â he insists, walking even closer. You step back to try and put some space between you, but Bucky pursues you. âYou scrunch up your nose and your eyes get all fiery. And you get this little crease between your eyebrows.âÂ
He reaches up a hand and gently strokes it across the space between your brows. âRight here. Drives me crazy.â
Your brain fully bluescreens for a moment. It occurs to you that youâve been holding your breath, that your back is suddenly pressed to the wall. When had he backed you into the wall?
You swallow nervously. âYou⊠what are you doing?âÂ
His eyes pin you to the spot. Everywhere you look, Bucky is there. He's so close he fills your vision, so close you can breathe in his cologne. What is happening right now? your brain practically screams.
His thumb moves, tracing along the edge of your jaw. âAnd the best part is watching you pretend you donât like it,â he murmurs. âThat it doesnât turn you on when I tell you how good youâre being for me.â
That sends a wave of heat through your whole body, resolving in a demanding throb between your thighs. Half of you is sure that heâs still making fun of you, and the other half needs to hear him say it again.
âTell me why you came home early from your date.â It's not a request, and the low rasp of his voice makes you want to do anything he tells you to.
âI⊠I couldnât stop thinking about you,â you admit, because itâs impossible to think of a lie when heâs standing so close, when heâs touching you like this.
He hums to himself, pleased, his thumb stroking thoughtfully across your lower lip now. âYou think about me when youâre reading that filthy little book of yours?â
You try to look anywhere but his face. âI-â
Bucky takes hold of your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, angling you up to look at him. âTell the truth, doll.â
ââŠYes.âÂ
âGood girl.â
Youâre embarrassingly wet now, thighs shifting against each other to try and ease the building need. And he knows - you can see in his eyes that he knows exactly what heâs doing to you, and itâs not a game to him anymore.
Buckyâs hand wanders lower, down your arm, down the slope of your waist. It lingers there, tracing lazy circles through the material of your shirt. He leans dangerously close, his face inches from yours. âYou picture me when you turn on that vibrator, thinkinâ I can't hear all those little noises you make?â
Your eyes go wide. white-hot humiliation and even hotter arousal races through your veins. âYou- you can hear that?â
âSuper soldier hearing, sweetheart,â he whispers in your ear. âI heard it every time. Surprised you couldnât hear me fisting my cock on the other side of the wall just to the sound of you.â You can feel his lips against the shell of your ear, his breath against your neck as he purrs, âYou sound so sweet when you come.â
Your knees might have given out if he didnât have you pinned to the wall. âOh my god,â you breathe, your head falling back against the wall.
You feel the ghost of his smile at your ear, even if you canât see it. âIt's not enough, is it? You need something real, donât you?â
The slight shock of cold metal jolts you as his left hand brushes at the skin of your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt. Bucky pulls back just far enough to look you in the eye.
âTell me what you want.â
Youâre too far gone for denial or shame anymore. âFuck, I- I want you,â you practically whimper. âPlease.â
âGood girl,â he replies, and then his lips crash into yours.
Itâs a claim, a promise, and a preview all rolled into one. His mouth is hot and commanding against yours, and his tongue easily parts your lips and slips between them like it was always meant to be there. Your hands fly to the back of his neck, to his hair, tugging at the nape without meaning to, just needing something to keep you upright. He doesnât seem to mind - in fact, he groans into the kiss like he wants you to do it again.
His thigh slots between yours, easing your legs apart for him. You can feel him, rock hard and pressed against your hip. A gasp rips through your lungs, and you grind down onto his thigh on instinct. You cunt pulses gratefully, glad to finally have some semblance of contact. You rock against him again and again, the needy sounds youâre making swallowed by his mouth against yours.
Suddenly, Bucky breaks the kiss and his vibranium hand pins your hips to the wall. You whine, aching for more. You arenât wanting for long, because his other hand slips beneath the hem of your skirt. When he strokes you through your damp underwear, he curses under his breath. You shudder and bite back a moan.
âJesus, doll,â he mutters, forehead pressed against yours. âYou've been like this since you walked in, havenât you?â
âSince we fought,â you reply, breathless, trembling as he strokes you again.
Bucky lets out an almost pained groan and leans in, bypassing your lips to nip at your jaw. âYou were on a date with another guy, soaked and thinking about me the whole time?â His fingers trace the edge of your panties.
âYes,â you pant, your hips squirming uselessly against his grip. âYes, please, Bucky, please just touch me.â
âDonât worry, baby,â he murmurs in your ear, then plants a kiss in the hollow just below it. âIâll take care of you.â
He nudges the dampened fabric to the side and you feel a warm, calloused finger drag through your folds. Your hips try and fail to chase his hand, still pinned in place by metal and gentle force.Â
The hand between your legs keeps moving, teasing, and Bucky pulls back to look at you again. âYou gonna be good for me?â
âYes, god, please, Iâll be good,â you whine desperately.
He smiles, cruel and beautiful and devastating. âI know you will.â
Then he pushes a finger inside of you, and your brain shuts down completely. Mercifully, the heel of his hand offers some friction against your clit as he pumps his finger in and out. You cling to his shoulders for stability, forehead falling forward against his collarbone.
âThatâs it, baby,â he encourages you. âHold onto me. Christ, youâre tight. Can you take another one?â
âPlease,â you whisper.
Another finger slides in along the first, and you gasp against his chest, the stretch delicious and consuming. Bucky keeps the same unhurried pace, but thereâs a ragged quality to his breathing that tells you heâs not completely unaffected.Â
âYou feel like heaven,â he mumbles. âCanât wait to be inside you, feel you squeeze my cock just like this.â
You hadnât even thought that far ahead, and the prospect sends a thrill racing through you. He makes a come hither motion with his fingers that makes you cry out sharply.
âClose already?â he teases, and he does it again, humming his approval as your whole body tenses around it. âMy sweet girl. So sensitive. So needy.â
His words draw a pathetic whimper from your throat. Bucky increases his pace, releases your hip in favor of placing his left hand at your throat. The cool metal only presses hard enough to ease you back against the wall, giving him room to look at you properly.
âWanna see you fall apart on my fingers,â he rasps. âWanna see if you look as pretty as you sound through the wall.â
Your hips buck into his hand, rolling with each stroke of his fingers inside you. He moves his thumb directly over your clit, circling it in time, and your orgasm burns through you, sudden and scorching.
Buckyâs hand keeps moving between you as you ride it out, the intensity of his gaze on your face warm like a heat lamp. Your incoherent cries of his name taper off to whimpers, and he carefully withdraws his fingers from you.
His lips find your temple. âPerfect. That was perfect, sweetheart.â He steadies you, since you can barely stand on your own, and kisses you tenderly, a stark contrast to everything that came before.
As infuriating as he can be sometimes, this is also a part of who Bucky is. He's the guy who cooks you dinner, who always lets you pick what movie to watch, who calls you beautiful and perfect like he really means it.
You melt against him, arms draping lazily around his neck as he kisses you. You'd be perfectly content to kiss him just like this for hours, but you can still feel his neglected erection between you, straining against the fabric of his jeans, and it sparks interest and want all over again.
Trailing a hand down his chest and abdomen, you grasp the waistband of his jeans, your fingers curling inside and brushing against his skin. Bucky responds enthusiastically, nipping at your bottom lip before locking eyes with you. âYour bed or mine?â he asks breathlessly.
âDonât care,â you reply, leaning forward to drag your lips across his throat.Â
âYours is closer.â He scoops you up, hitching your legs around his waist. Unable to resist, he takes advantage of the position to press you into the wall again, rutting himself against your ruined panties.
âBucky, bed,â you remind him, even as the friction threatens to pull another moan out of you.
His throat works as he fights for composure. âRight. Bed.â
Bucky carries you to your room, nudges the door open with his foot, and makes his way to the bed. With the way heâs kissing you, you expect to be laid down like something fragile. Instead, he drops you unceremoniously onto the bed.
âBucky!â you yelp, getting a few inches of air as you bounce on the mattress.
He grins boyishly and settles over you. Clothes are peeled away - first his shirt, followed by yours. He finds the zipper on the side of your skirt and lowers it slowly like heâs unwrapping a gift, then tugs the skirt down your legs and tosses it onto the floor. Bucky runs a finger along the inside of the waistband of your panties, the lacy blue ones, and playfully snaps the elastic. âI knew it.â
You huff in exasperation and reach for the button on his jeans. âShut up and fuck me, Barnes.â
Bucky laughs out loud. âThere she is.â He unzips his fly and shoves his jeans down and off. âFirst itâs âplease touch me, Bucky, Iâll be good,â and now itâs âshut up and fuck meâ?â
He does shut up, finally, when you palm him through his boxers, a guttural groan falling from his lips.
âYou talk too much,â you murmur, pulling him down to you.
Bucky makes short work of removing your bra, then runs his eyes over your chest in greedy appreciation. He palms both of your breasts, marveling at the way you arch up into his touch, the mewling sound that breaks out of your throat when he rolls a nipple between his fingers.
âBucky, please hurry up,â you groan.
âSo weâre back to âpleaseâ, then.âÂ
âI hate you.â
He presses his lips to the swell of your breast and begins to pull down your underwear. âNo, you donât.â
When your panties and his boxers are both removed, you finally get an eyeful of him. Truthfully (and irritatingly), itâs the prettiest dick youâve ever seen. Fairly long, thick, with a well-groomed dusting of hair at the base. Itâs flushed beautifully and beading with arousal. He catches you staring with your lower lip caught between your teeth and smirks. âSee something you like?â
âDefinitely.â You open your legs invitingly for him. âWhat about you?â
He stares, swallows, settles between your legs again and asks, âCondom?â
âBedside table drawer,â you reply automatically, only realizing your error when heâs already pulling it open. âWait-â
âOh, sweetheart,â Bucky gasps as he pulls out the little pink vibrator thatâs nestled between the box of condoms and your body lotion. He examines it with unbridled interest. âSo this is what makes that buzzing sound, huh?â
You cover your face with your hands. âPlease stop.â
âAbsolutely not. This little guy and I are gonna get acquainted. Now, how do you -â He finds the button, and the machine hums to life in his hands. His eyes flash with mischief. âHuh.â
âOkay, youâve had your fun. Put it back.â You reach for it, and he yanks it away.
âDoll, I've barely even started.â Bucky takes the vibrator and pushes it right against your clit.
Itâs too much pleasure, too fast. You gasp like youâve been electrocuted, your hand flying to his wrist. âHoly shit!â you cry, torn between pushing his hand away and keeping it there.
âInteresting,â he mutters as he watches your face with rapt attention. Your breath starts to come heavier, your hips start to shift and move under the little object in his hand. You see a lightbulb go off behind his eyes, and he takes your hand off his wrist and moves it to the vibrator. âBe a good girl and hold that there for me, huh?â
Your jaw practically drops, but god help you, you obey. Bucky takes his time reaching into the drawer for a condom, rolling it onto his cock, giving himself a few lazy strokes as he watches you squirm.
âBucky,â you pant, âplease.â
He moves close, replaces your hand with his own, but doesnât remove the vibrator. You can feel the tip of him pressing at your entrance. âYou ready for me, baby?â
âYes, please, yes.â
Bucky begins to push in.
Once again, he takes his time, and some distant part of your brain wonders where all the seemingly endless patience and self-control comes from. But most of your brain whites out, consumed with the feeling of Buckyâs cock stretching you, compounded with the steady hum of the vibrator against your clit.
When heâs halfway inside and your nails start digging into his back, you feel his breath at your ear. âEasy, sweetheart. Almost there. Youâre doing so good for me.â
You moan in reply, and like heâs spoken some kind of secret password, your body opens up for him, relaxes around him, and allows him to slide home.Â
Bucky groans into your neck as you helplessly clench around him. âGod, youâre fucking unreal.âÂ
When he starts to move, you are absolutely done for. He snaps his hips against yours like he has something to prove, and maybe he does. He doesnât let up with the vibrator, either - he starts moving it in little circles against you.
You get close embarrassingly fast, yet again. Your hips rock up to meet his on every thrust, your body bowing against his.Â
âYou have no idea how much I've thought about this,â he whispers. âHow many times I imagined you coming apart on my cock just like this.â You feel cold vibranium grasping behind your thigh, lifting your leg to open you even further for him. Your eyes roll back when the angle changes and his cock drags against that spot that had you unraveling against the wall earlier.
âOh my god, Bucky,â you keen, your nails scratching lines up his shoulder blades.
âCome on, good girl, let me feel it,â he growls against your neck.
The buzz, the feeling of him slamming into you, those two little words in your ear - all of it breaks you. A loud moan claws its way out of you, and you lose control of your muscles, thighs shaking, walls clamping around him as pleasure surges through you.Â
Above you, Bucky loses his grip on the vibrator and it falls somewhere in the rumpled sheets, still buzzing faintly. His hips stutter, then surge forward as he tries to get as deep as he can. âOh, fuck, fuck-â
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, a groan bordering on a whimper in the shape of your name forcing itself from his lungs. He thrusts shallowly once, twice, and collapses against you, spent.
The two of you lay there for a moment, catching your breath, your bodies sweat-slick, Bucky softening inside you.
âGoddamn,â he mutters between breaths. âI didn't think I was gonna come that quick. I was planning to give you at least two more.â
You smile, giving him a condescending pat on the back. âDon't worry about it, champ. Happens to the best of us.â
âSays the girl who soaked my hand in the living room,â he retorts, scowling.
âWell, maybe next time, weâll see if you can last longer, minuteman.â
Bucky picks his head up, eyes sparkling. âThereâs gonna be a next time?â
Of course thatâs the only part he heard. âOnly if youâre very, very good.â You tap his nose affectionately, and he chuckles.
The denouement sets in as Bucky carefully pulls out of you and disposes of the condom, and you wobble to the bathroom to pee and throw on an oversized t-shirt. When you return, Bucky is sitting on the edge of your bed, looking a little pleased with himself, but mostly pleased with you.
âI think thatâs my shirt,â he softly accuses you, his fingers toying with the hem.
âSuper soldiers who donât do their own laundry get their shirt rights revoked.â You stand between his knees and weave your fingers into his hair. âI'm sorry I threw my purse at you.â
âIâm sorry for teasing you,â he replies, hands brushing at the backs of your thighs.
âNo, youâre not.â
Bucky grins. âNo, I'm not. It got me into your bed, after all.â
You roll your eyes. âSpeaking of my bedâŠâ You flop down onto the mattress and stretch, a sleepy expression on your face. âIâm beat.â
He raises an eyebrow. âIs that my cue to go?â
âDoesnât have to be.â You nudge his thigh with your foot. âWanna have a sleepover?â
His grin widens, and he turns off the lamp before flopping down next to you. âScoot over, doll, youâre hogging the whole mattress.â
It surprises you how easy, how playful things are between the two of you now. As he wraps his arms around you and draws you close, it occurs to you that you could have fucked him ages ago and saved the two of you a whole lot of arguing and frustration. The thought slips away from you as you drift off, bone-tired and satisfied and, for the first time all week, at peace.
Bucky feels the warmth of you next to him before he even opens his eyes, and heâs already smiling. Wrapped in sheets that smell of laundry soap and sex and you, he rolls over with a quiet groan and sees you in the morning light.
Youâre reading your smutty little book, openly, without a care for the fact that heâs right beside you. You donât look up at him yet, but the smallest of smiles tugs at the corner of your mouth, like youâve been waiting for him to find you like this.
He shifts closer, snaking an arm around your waist and kissing your jaw. âMorning, good girl,â he rumbles.
You turn the page, pretending that it has no effect on you, but he watches your cheekbones tinge pink. âYou gonna stop beating that dead horse any time soon?âÂ
âOnly when it stops being funny,â he replies with a smirk. âOr when you stop liking it so much.â
âStop talking. I'm reading.â
He sighs and lays his stubbled cheek against your shoulder, his eyes curiously scanning the page along with you. You decide to let him - thereâs not exactly any harm in it now.
After about thirty seconds, he cringes. âDoll, this is awful.â
âI know. but itâs also really hot.â you elbow him playfully. âKinda like you.â
Bucky hums thoughtfully, losing interest in the book and becoming much more interested in you. He begins to cover your neck in lazy, open-mouthed kisses, his hand slipping beneath the hem of your t-shirt to feel the warmth of your skin.
âBucky,â you warn, âI said I'm reading.â The warning has no real conviction, and itâs even less believable when his hands begin to wander and your legs part on instinct,
He pulls back the covers and settles between your thighs. âSo keep reading.â Bucky nudges up the hem of your t-shirt and kisses your navel, before trailing lower.
You chuckle breathlessly, but you donât put the book down. Not yet.
beefy bucky has me in a chokehold, i fear. but i donât crave smut for him, instead, i crave tooth-rotting fluff.
reader being lowkey obsessed with beefy bucky but being wayyyy too shy to openly do or say anything about it. like sheâll stare at him, but not like âi want himâ. more of like a âi want him to squeeze me in a hug and tell me iâm prettyâ.
bonus points if theyâre married and bucky is just used to his shy wifeâs shenanigans!!
me core
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Your husband is enormous.
Not just tall. Not just strong. Beefy. Built like he was specifically engineered to carry heavy boxes, sweep you off your feet, and block out the sun whenever he steps near you. And youâhis soft-spoken, terminally shy wifeâcannot handle it.
Not even a little.
I have an idea if it interests you: angsty miscommunication where maybe bucky slips in a little degradation in the heat of the moment without talking about beforehand. To a reader whose previous relationships used those same words for harm and to tear her down. Which leads to the angsty spiral of reader thinking itâs happening again and if bucky actually thinks that of her.
MISCOMMUNICATIONNNNNN
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Itâs supposed to be good.
It is goodâwarm, familiar, the kind of closeness that makes your body feel safe before your mind even catches up. Buckyâs weight is solid and grounding, his mouth reverent in the way it always is, like heâs afraid you might disappear if he doesnât touch you just right. His voice is low, breathy, rough around the edges in that way that usually makes your toes curl.
Youâre lost in it. In him.
Until he says it.
Bucky x Fem!Reader, giving him the BEST bj heâs ever had. Iâm talking choking, messy, and heâs just in pure bliss.
say ahh, angel
wc; 1.5k
tags; smut, oral m!receiving, blow jobs, spit kink, dom!bucky, praise, degradation (mild), hair pulling, deep throating, gagging on dih, really messy, porn w/o plot, use of petnames (sweetheart, baby, angel)
a/n; thank you anon! this request is delicious. i perceived this as more dom!bucky... i hope that's okay!
buckyâs fingers flattened against your tounge, pressing down to will your mouth open wider for him.
the thing about bucky barnes was that he didnât need force. not ever. just a few sinful words, a firm command, youâd obey instantly. every time.
your knees dug into the unyielding floorboards, biting a sting that climbed up your legs, the discomfort unmistakable and immediate.
bucky stood over you with a steady, towering, stillness. his gaze was firm, his very presence looming like a dark cloud that left no air in your lungs to breathe.
spit was pooling at the corners of your mouth, slicking down your chin. he pushed further, plunging his digits in and out of your throat, slow and deep. you gagged around him, tears pricking your eyes.
this only spurred bucky on.
he never under any circumstances wanted you in pain. hell, heâd burn the whole world for you. but seeing you like this, all messy and teary eyedâjust for him? he was completely wrecked.
âyou look perfect like this. âs like you were made to be on your knees with your mouth stuffed full.â his eyes darkened, a wicked grin cracking across his lips. his tone alone made your thighs clench.
you needed friction, your hips desperately grinding down against the floorâsearching for relief. bucky didnât like that one bit, he removed his fingers with a wet pop.
one hand clamped around your cheeks, fingers digging in just enough to pinch them together, forcing your face still under his control. he was tugging you up by your face slightly so your leaky pussy wasnât shamefully rutting against the floor.
you whined in response, but his eyes left no room to argue.
âopen.â that tone. the one that you couldnât disobey.
you did, your lips parted, tongue peaking out, delicate and on full display for him. bucky spits directly onto the heat of your mouth as you whined. âswallow.â he ordered. of course, you did.
he watched your throat bob, taking him down your throat so beautifully. âsuch a good girl fâme, huh? you like being told what to do? donât you baby?â
you nodded, hesitant and small. in fact, you should feel small. you should be ashamed for letting him order you around, use you however he pleasesâbut youâre right where you want to be. youâd get on your knees for him a million times again.
bucky released your face, not before petting the rosy skin of your cheeks. âyouâre such a sweet girl.â he murmured, hands working on the buckle of his belt.
âyouâre gonna let me use this mouth? hm?â his belt fell to the floor with a clank, âcâmon be a good girl for me. i know you can do it.â he cooed, soft and sweet in sound, but laced with condescension.
once his cock was free your mind went blank, everything in you pulls tight around one spot, the rest of the world slipping out of focus until all thatâs left is buckyâs shaft, leaking with pre-cum.
your mouth watered at the sight, he was downright unholy. the sight looked artificial, like he walked right out of your wet dream.
his tip was flushed red, angry and swollen. his balls strung so tight it looked almost painful, his cock throbbed at the look in your eyes; undeniably starved for him.
âwanna open up for me, angel?â he purred, his voice dripping in mock pity. the words and tone clashed, a delicious combo that went straight to your core.
your mind had gone soft and unfocused, switching off as you let bucky take care of you. you were nodding before you knew it. his head nudged your mouth, smearing his precum across your lips.
bucky always loved how you looked painted in his loads; how your lips glistened with his sheen, how youâd eagerly dart your tongue out to get a taste. the sight alone could have him cumming untouched.
you were whiny now, a strained sound slipping from the back of your throat, not able to hold back the need pressing inside your body.
bucky smirked, hips rutting his cock in and out of your mouthâonly feeding you his tip. the musk of him filled your nose, it was almost suffocating, too much and too good.
âthere we goâŠâ he praised, finally working his way into your mouth. ânice and easy.â you relaxed your throat, his cock embracing your warm mouth so slow it was agony. buckyâs head tipped back, his metal hand fisting in your hair.
âoh, yeah⊠thatâs it, baby.â he groaned, the sound reverberating from deep in his throat.
his balls nudged at your chin as he finally stuffed his cock as far in as it could go. you tried to remember what bucky would tell you. breathe through your nose, baby. relax. let me take what i need.
âhold it⊠just like that.â his muscles tensed, your hands locked around his thighs, clinging tight, molding into his skin like a lasting mark. his eyes rolled back as your warm mouth embraced his cock like a hug.
you were gagging now, throat tightening around his cock. âi know, sweetheart. âm sorry.â he groaned, hips finally thrustingâshallow short strokes.
bucky eased up, slipping out of your mouth to give you a chance to breathe. âyou jusâ feel so perfect, angel. âm gonna lose my fucking mind.â
so you let him. if anyone deserved to let go, it was bucky barnes. to finally relax, to unclench, to stop bracing himself and just sink into the quiet of being cared for.
âlet meâŠâ you lean forward, pressing a kiss on his inner thigh. âtake care of youâŠâ another kiss on the opposite side, punctuating your sentence.
buckyâs eyes were locked with yours, mouth slack. he was always amazed by you. everyone else was completely ruined for him the moment you looked his way; he knew right then and there, he was utterly, irreversibly, gone for you.
he smoothed your hair back, gathering your loose strands into a makeshift ponytail. you were kissing you way closer to where he needed you most, your mouth dancing across his skin in the most perfect, sinful rhythm.
âangelâŠâ he murmured, voice rougher than before.
you hummed in acknowledgment, licking a long stripe along the underside of his shaftâbase to tip.
your palms slide up his thighs, feeling his taut muscles beneath your fingertips. your fingertips softly brush his balls, gently cupping them in hand.
âohâfuck. baby, yesâŠâ his head falls forward, involuntarily yanking your hair.
you take him into your mouth again, rolling his sack in your hand. mouth wrapping around him again, gently suckling at his tender head.
sounds you never thought he could make filled the roomâsounds that frankly embarrassed bucky. his soft whimpers blended with the humidity of sex.
âangel, please⊠youâmmphâŠâ he was cut off with a whine when you finally urged his cock deeper, his tip kissing the back of your throat deliciously. your hand continuing to work at his balls, the other anchoring yourself to his thigh.
he forces himself still, groaning brokenly as your cheeks hallow around him. âyour mouthâbaby⊠god.â his jaw clenches, finally willing his eyes open to see a sight, so beautiful that it should be painted in the sistine chapel.
you; on your knees for him, tears hot, running down your cheeks, gagging around his cock like it was your full time job. the sight alone made his knees go weak, breath stalling in his chest as his body betrayed him before his mind could catch up.
he was close, you could feel it. his balls tightening, cock twitching in your throat. he was all talk earlier. now, reduced to a moaning mess.
your spit pooled around his length, slicking down his balls. he tried to be good, let you take care of him like youâd promised⊠that didnât last long.
his hips were snapping forward, both hands flew to his thighs giving him leverage. his handful of your hair bobbed your throat up and down his cock. âi know, baby. iâm so fuckinâ sorry, âm almost thereâfuck.â
your throat clenched around him with every gag, the noise was obscure. a wet gulp, a slap of his balls against your chin, slurping, with every thrust.
he didnât need to announce it, you knew it was there.
before you knew it, he was coating your throat with a needy groan, his seed painting your insides like heâd promised he would. your eyes closed, slurping around him to insure a single drop wouldnât go to waste.
he pumped you full, the hot ropes soothing the back of your now raw throat.
the room was hot and sticky, the air thick against your skin, filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the quiet tension hanging between you.
finally pulling out, he slowly loosened his grip on your hair, the ache fading as his hand fell away. eyes half-lidded, you looked up at him, waiting. quiet, hopeful for some sign of approval.
âaww, babyâŠâ He crooned softly, his fingers brushing your cheek with unexpected gentlenessâa sharp contrast to the intensity from just five minutes ago. The warmth in his touch lingered, making the memory of what came before coil in your stomach even more. âmy messy girl⊠did so good for me, yeah?â
this means sm to me.
he's the boss! masterlist | dividers by @uzmacchiato
boss!bucky who... after you started hooking up, gets clingy despite being just as firm as you were about no one knowing. he'd come over to your apartment all the time, and when you weren't in the mood for sexâhe'd rubbed your feet while watching tv with you, getting into the shows and movies that you like even if he didn't completely understand them.
"wait, so everyone who's died in the house is a ghost, stuck there forever?" he asked, eyes glued to the tv but his thumbs massaging into your middle foot as you hummed in agreement, drinking from your mug with your legs on his lap.
boss!bucky who... showers you in gifts all the time, the car was only the first big gift. now, every time the newest phone or laptop comes out it's already on your desk wrapped in a corporate black bow and a white sticky note that he clearly wrote because it says "-bucky" in black ink cursive. everyone else writes his notes with "-james barnes"
pairing. single dad!bucky x nanny!reader synopsis. bucky barnes is fresh out of luck when his nanny retires, after posting an ad on social media he ends up giving the job to someone half his age and dangerously tempting, but the only one his daughter seems to like. inspired by this ask. content warning(s). alcohol consumption, reader is mentioned to be in her early twenties, age gap (consenting adults), male masturbation, pervy!bucky, bucky jerks off using your underwear, female masturbation, pet names (baby, little lady, etc.) fingering, oral sex (fem!receiving), bar bathroom sex, light degradation, a sprinkle of power play, bucky eats it from the back, cum eating, unprotected piv sex, spanking, pussy pronouns, creampie. word count. 9k
The Woman You Are
Summary : Sam sets Bucky up with you, a human ray of sunshine.
Pairing : FATWS! Bucky Barnes x Sunshine! reader (she/her)Â
Warnings/tags :Â Fluff, smut-ish, nothing too explicit but still very steamy, sexual themes. Kind of grumpy x sunshine, reader is mentioned to be Samâs gym buddy, Bucky has an annoying neighbour, cursing, reader is secretly kinky in this. set immediately after FATWS (Let me know if I missed anything!)
Word count : 6.2k
Note : I originally aimed for this to be around like, 3k words, but oh well. Enjoy!
The Saints game blared through Buckyâs apartment, the volume louder than necessary because Sam insisted he couldnât feel the game unless it rattled the windows. Bucky sat slouched in the armchair, arms crossed, looking every bit the human embodiment of a raincloud.
âWhatâs up with you?â Sam raised an eyebrow while he sipped his beer, noticing his friend a bit lost on his phone for the better half of the game.Â
Hold You Tight: Part 37
Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Part 36 | Series Masterlist | Part 38
Chapter Word Count: Over 4.3k
Chapter Summary: You process the night before and receive an unexpected phone call.
Chapter Warnings: Kissing, reference to protected p. in v. sex, mention of oral sex, bits of fluff, dirty talk, inner turmoil, possessive behavior, world building, feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight and thank you for sticking with me! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. â€ïž Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Dividers by the talented @firefly-in-darkness. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You didnât wake up to the sound of an alarm, but your body stirred like one went off. Buckyâs arm rested around your waist, along with a leg tangled in yours. You turned your head and found his eyes closed, his breathing slow and peaceful. There wasnât a single stress line or worry in his sleep. It almost looked like he was smiling. Maybe he was since you gave him your body last night, which was a very important piece of yourself.Â
ă Need a ride? ă
pairing: trucker!bucky barnes x hitch hiker!reader
warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, age gap, mid to late 70s setting, smoking, public sex, pervy!bucky, softdom!bucky innocent reader, dacryphilia, innocence kink, corruption kink, size kink, road head, handjobs, teabagging, dubcon, reader is inexperienced but wishes to please him, pet names: "sweetheart" "little duck" "doll" "baby"
word count: 8.5k he's a busy man! masterlist || masterlist
a/n: these gifs did something to me so i had to write him. in result, you guys get more of my perverted literature. have fun with trucker bucky! dt @opheliabbarnes
synopsis: When you stole your dad's car keys to sneak out of the house to go to a concert, the last thing you expected was to break down in the middle of nowhere. So, you do the one thing a young, impressionable woman should never do: you stick out your thumb on the side of the road and hitchhike.
everybody knows that i'm a good girl, officer
cop!bucky barnes x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, noncon, smut, p in v, manipulation, power dynamic, dominant bucky, reader works as a bartender, degrading, derogatory term for cops (pig), handcuffs, car sex, abuse of power, breeding kink, please tread carefully.
Summary: You were driving late at night, and you got pulled over for something so trivialâit felt targeted. You think you might get away with a warning if you play your cards right, but Officer Barnes has a dark look in his eyes, and he doesn't like to be messed around with.
Word Count: 3.2k
cop!bucky masterlist || main masterlist courtesy đ·ïž@opheliabbarnes
The flashing red and blue lights beam through the dark streets, mocking an already terrible day.
"Youâve gotta be fucking kidding me," you groan, gripping the steering wheel in frustration. In the rearview mirror, you watch the cop shut his door and begin his heavy approach towards your car.
i miss my husband