Pairing: Local Figure!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky didn't have a great day, so you help him unwind.
Word Count: Over 1.2k
Warnings: Established relationship, implied sex, light fluff, swearing, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Inspired by an ask from @yenzys-lucky-charm, so I'm also submitting this for her Cranky, Grumpy, Stabby! Oh, My! Challenge (🗡️ A: Smoothing out the crease in Cranky’s frown while straddling their lap B: Cranky character melts, pulling them in for a kiss). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky tossed his jacket away and loosened his tie the moment the front door shut. In public, he had to maintain an image of confidence and controlled passion, carefully toeing the line between showing too much or too little emotion on the issues at hand. When things didn’t go his way, he couldn’t lash out or show defeat. Behind closed doors, he could allow himself to be a bit cranky. He didn’t have to put on a show.
With you, he didn’t have to put on a show either.
“Go sit, and I’ll make you a drink.” It wasn’t a suggestion. He didn’t drink often, but it was a rough day and you sensed that he needed one. If the drink wasn’t enough to help him unwind, you were sure you could think of something else.
Bucky kicked his shoes off before he took a seat and pinched the bridge of his nose. “The Town Hall meeting should've gone off without a hitch, but Nick just had to show up and run his mouth.” His hands curled into fists when he grumbled, “Fucker.”
Bucky was never a fan of Nick Fowler. The man had a way with words and had experience, he’d give him that, but the guy wasn’t trustworthy. Too many secrets, too many people in his pocket. Some would say Bucky wasn’t trustworthy either since he was also a local figure, but he cared about his town and only wanted the best for everyone who lived there. He couldn’t say the same for Nick since he was only out for power and would step on anyone to gain it.
“It was rocky at times,” you said carefully, pouring him a glass of whiskey. Being overly optimistic would’ve been an insult, and he valued honesty since it was sometimes difficult to know who was telling the truth in his line of work. “But it ended on a high note.”
“He still proposed to cut funding for the library, and people agreed with him. It’s struggling as it is, and it needs the money,” he muttered, his steel eyes softening when you brought his drink over. “I swear he only proposed to cut funding to piss me off.”
Education was important to Bucky. The library, in particular, held a special place in his heart. It strived to create a welcoming and inclusive environment for the community, offering free resources to all. More than that, it was a space where history was preserved, and where people could feel valued and respected. It brought people together.
“And it’s working,” you pointed out, running your fingers through his soft caramel hair once you sat down and earning a sigh in response. “I know it’s easier said than done, but try not to let him get under your skin.”
Nick getting under Bucky’s skin meant he was losing, and Bucky wasn’t a man who lost.
“I’m trying,” he promised, taking another large sip and drawing your attention when he licked a drop from his lips.
You had to blink so you wouldn’t let his sexiness distract you from making him feel better. “Don’t forget, you have a fundraiser right around the corner,” you reminded him. There were people who would love to make a contribution to one of his passion projects, including the library.
His shoulders relaxed the more you played with his hair. “That’s true.”
“And listen, if I could get away with it, I’d wear my ‘I READ BANNED BOOKS’ shirt when I attend just to make you happy,” you teased.
That got a chuckle out of him. “That shirt got my attention.”
Going to that Town Hall meeting was one of the best decisions you ever made. “If you think that got your attention, wait until you see the dress I’m wearing.”
Closing his eyes with a groan, you had no doubt he was imagining it. He had an amazing suit picked out and you got something to not only match but something to drive him wild. “As long as John doesn’t show up and hit on you,” he tried to joke, but there was an edge to his voice.
As if the meeting wasn’t enough to put your man in a bad mood, bumping into John Walker after was the icing on the cake. If there was someone Bucky couldn’t stand more than Nick, it was John. The arrogant public worker rubbed him the wrong way, demanding respect and trust when he hadn’t earned it.
“We both know he wouldn’t stand a chance,” you said. Gorgeous looks aside, Bucky had you hooked from the beginning because of who he was. No one else could compare.
“If he tries anything…” Bucky could cut men down with a mere look, but people like Nick and John liked to push.
Taking the glass from his hand and setting it aside, you slowly straddled him. “You’re still cranky.”
“I’m not trying to be,” he whispered, resting his hands on your hips. Of course, he wasn’t. He wasn’t the kind of man who liked to dwell in any unpleasant headspace or emotions.
“I know. You had a rough day, and you have every right to be cranky. But I also know that the smile I love is in there somewhere,” you smiled. Bringing your hands to his face, you smoothed out the creases in his frown. His body went lax beneath yours when you did it again. “I just need to find it… Ah! There it is.”
Something you loved about Bucky was that he smiled in different ways before his mouth moved. He did it with his eyes, something so warm and loving that only you could see. Some days you heard it in his voice, in the tone he used and the words he chose. Even the way his body relaxed with you was a smile, happiness blooming from his core.
And Bucky was smiling when he pulled you in for a kiss.
Your heart tried to beat right out of your chest when he hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. Tasting the whiskey when his tongue slipped past your lips, you moaned. The kiss was full of hunger, eager to take what you were willing to give. There was a hint of desperation, like he was trying to use your mouth to chase his bad mood away. Above all, it was vulnerable, a side of himself he trusted you enough to show.
“You’re too good to me, sweetheart,” he whispered, rolling his hips up and making you moan again. “But I’m still a little cranky.”
“Is that right?” you smiled, rocking your hips teasingly just because you could. Making the powerful man hard made you feel powerful. “Are you proposing that I do something about that?”
The fingers on your waist flexed. “I’ll make it worth your while if you do.”
“Promises, promises,” you teased.
“I keep my promises,” he pointed out. In a world of liars and cheats, Bucky was a man of his word.
“That’s true.” You pretended to think about it when he thrust his hips up with a small growl, heating up your core more. “Okay, fine. Rest back so I can make the crankiness go away.”
And knowing Bucky, he’d make sure you felt nothing but bliss, too, before the night was over.
I know, lovlies, I don't need more AUs, but I would give him everything and more. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Summary- 1.2k Ransom Drysdale x Kitten. Walt has yet again fucked over Ransom's day.
Written for @yenzys-lucky-charm Cranky, Grumpy Stabby! Oh My!, Challenge Prompt used- 🗡️ A: Smoothing out the crease in Cranky’s frown while straddling their lap B: Cranky character melts, pulling them in for a kiss
Warnings- Ransom swearing and being in a foul mood. Some fooling around and suggestive acts. This is an 18+ Only Blog. Also the title deserves warning because I am terrible at titles.
A/N- Happy Birthday Carly! Thank you for the random chats about everyday life and accepting that sometimes I am off in my own little world.
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Ransom peeled out of the lot, the tires squealing as he left Walt screaming from the middle of the employee parking after he told him how he was a fucking waste of space in the company.
“Fuck that fucking jack off.” He muttered, his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel. “He seriously thought he was going to just do whatever the fuck he wants.”
It didn't matter that Walt did do just that, bypassing the last of the editing process to get the latest Thrombey thriller to be published. “FUCK.” He cussed again, his hand once more slamming on the wheel of his BMW, making the car jerk a bit while he continued ignoring all the speed limit signs.
There was no way to stop it, Walt already guaranteed the book's release date all over the place and to backtrack on that date would plummet the success of the book. This would upset Harlan as he was a writer, he lived for his readers' approval even if he claimed he didn't.
Walt just fucked that all up epically. Cause Ransom was one of the editors fine-tuning the book and it had some rewrites that needed to happen. Ransom was sure most of them had already been taken care of but who knew, he hadn’t had a chance to go through it himself.
Pulling into his driveway, he slammed his car door shut with a slight bit of satisfaction at the sound.
It matched the cursing in his mind, the feelings of anger bubbling under his skin and making his jaw clench, teeth grind together. It was rare he felt like this anymore, not since he had been going to therapy with you to help grow a healthy relationship. Part of his therapy consisted of dealing with anger without lashing out and doing something purely out of anger and spite.
It had been a long road and Walt, mother fucking Walt always could bring it out in him. Already he was ready to go to the publishing house and sabotage the whole fucking thing. A cold calculated grin gave him a moment of satisfaction thinking about Walt’s temper tantrum if that happened.
But there would also be Harlan’s disappointment and disgust to deal with. And Ransom did care about his grandfather, so that couldn’t happen. Barging into the house, your massive Doberman gave a booming bark, his perked ears lifting from his bed where he lay when you weren't home. “Can it Dobby, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit today.” Your dog huffed at him while he went to his office to pour a drink before settling at his desk, brewing in aggravation.
He should start promoting now, get the book out there, and set up some kind of meet and greets for Harlan to attend, the old man loved getting to meet fans who doted on him.
Ransom’s mood soured the more he thought of this recent situation that Walt put them in.
From out of the room came the sound of the front door shutting, much softer than when he did, as well as your greeting when Dobby must have rushed to meet you, the dog barks differently than when he came in.
Of course, the mutt liked you better, he could hear you greeting him and could picture you rubbing at his ears and slipping a treat to him. Damn dog.
He sighed, the crease in his brow deepening, it wasn’t Dobby’s fault he was pissed, it was Walt. Ransom wasn't about to add Dobby to his issues today. Dobby would piss him off at a later date.
“Where’s Ran hiding Dobby?” You asked as your footsteps padded down the hall to where his door was cracked open, followed closely by the click of Dobby’s nails. Both heads peeked in at you which had him glaring over his glass at the two of you.
You smiled regardless of his pissed-off look, slipping in while Dobby settled in the open doorway, letting you approach Ransom on your own.
What a risk you were taking, as his icy blue eyes watched you closely. You could see him simmering in his chair, knew his moods better then your own at this point he was sure. Ransom tried to soften a bit.
So a smirk fluttered on his face, tilting his head while changing to suggestively checking you out. “I got a cock needing sitting on if you want a seat.” Pushing back his chair a bit while widening his legs.
You grasped one of his shoulders as you moved to straddle his lap, your skirt hiking up thighs that he was planning on losing himself in tonight. The most perfect ass he has ever seen settled right into him like you belonged there. Your weight settled into him as you studied him silently for a moment.
He felt his heart quicken, the way you studied him wasn’t your usual playfulness, no rolling of the eyes or some teasing remark about only staying for his dick and mouth. You always saw him, past the bullshit he used to protect himself from others.
You gave a lil smile while easing your hand to rub at the deep crease between his eyes, smoothing it out and making him relax his face little by little, he hadn't even realized that he had carried so much tension.
But of course, you did, you always saw him. Just him. And damn how you tore down all those walls of his.
Reeling you in closer, he tilted you into him till your mouth met his and then all was right in his world. You sunk into him like he was where you belonged and matched him, gripping of his shirt and arching into him will your hips moved and ass rocked in against his lap.
Blood rushed to his cock, making him grunt at the sensation. When you pulled back, there was a knowing grin, you pressed back once more against his lap.
“You want a hand with that?” You whispered while tilting to place kisses along his neck, making his brain scatter while blood rushed to his cock, now throbbing in his pants. Everything that pissed him off earlier today, no longer fucking mattered.
“More like your mouth Kitten, letting me fuck your face till your makeup is ruined.” He rumbled while lifting the hem of your shirt, giving an appreciative whistle to find that you were braless, jerking you forward for a moment to suck on your tits before you got down on your knees for him.
You gave a little squeal and giggle when he bit on your nipple till you fisted your hand in his hair, making his head tilt back, his pretty pink lips parted and usually icy blue eyes full of heated lust. "You gonna tell me after this why you're so cranky? It's Walt isn't it?"
He scowled up at you while you smirked having the right answer. "I sure as fuck don't want limp dick, so can we not talk about that fucking prick?"
You rolled your hips, grinding yourself against his hard on. "I don't think that's a problem Ran. Tell you what, fuck me stupid and then we will plan on how to fuck him over."
This made a cold calculated smirk pass on his face, you matching his grin just as wickedly back. "Kitten, this is why you're perfect."
