How about a drabble of Bucky with a High!Reader 👀 gimme something to think about when I go to smoke tonight! Can be fluff or smut😉
I may or may not be high already and this might be reflected in this RIP sorry this is horrible
Morgan’s Sleepover!!
Content Warning: Drugs
“Does your arm have a fan?”
“Pardon?” Bucky’s eyes snap up to meet your distracted gaze.
“You know-“You set down the bag of BBQ chips, stopping to suck the crumbs of your orange-tinged fingers. “Like my laptop has a fan so it doesn’t get overheated, you know?
“I-It’s not- W-What?” Bucky stutters, biting down on his lip to keep himself from laughing.
“Like how do you stop your arm from heating? Do you put ice on it? Or then how does it like not get cold?”
Bucky stares down at the smooth vibranium attempting to process your incoherent sentences. “Y/N… How much did you smoke?”
You giggle, bringing your hand up to caress your cheek. “I wish I was stubbly like you…”
“Ok-“Bucky heaves. “First of all- My arm… It’s not a computer. And second, I just- I think you should go to bed.”
You snort, reaching forward and pulling the collar of Bucky’s black shirt towards you. “Not until you kiss me first.”
Bucky complies, leaning in to kiss your soft lips.
You moan slightly before drawing away, causing Bucky to furrow his eyebrow with concern. “Is something wrong?” He asks.
“I just… I just… What do my lips taste like?”
“What?”
“Like… Are they? Good? I can’t tell unless I bite down and I don’t want to do that because it hurts.”
Bucky’s in tears now.
“Okay… You’re going to bed.”
“But-“
“Now.”
“But Bucky… I want those beefy arms inside of me- those beefy, beefy biceps… the beefy- I want a cheeseburger…” You mutter, as you stare into the steel blue oceanic eyes.
“With pickles… and onions-“
You didn’t realize he had lifted you up into his strong arms, the cool metal of the left placed protectively around your neck.
“Guess you don’t need a fan Buckdaddy… You’re cold as ice, baby.”
