Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky doesn't get why you're attracted to an actor who plays him in another world, but he's happy to remind you what his tongue can do.
Word Count: Over 1.4k
Warnings: Multiverse discussion, Sebastian Stan and his tongue, d/irty talk, implied o/ral (f. and m. receiving), jealousy, humor, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning)
A/N: It's Sebastian Stan's birthday and this is my take on Bucky discovering his existence. And for the Bucks and Noble server, a quick position mention. Hehe. ❤️ 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!
“I don’t like him.”
You chortled as you turned in your chair to face Bucky, amusement twinkling in your eyes as his nostrils flared. “Why don’t you like him? That’s you. Well. Kind of. His name is Sebastian Stan.”
Bucky honestly couldn’t remember at this point if Tony had played around with something or if Wanda joined in and tampered with an experiment, but the monitors showcased what they were told were different versions of themselves in various worlds and dimensions. And you, his girlfriend, zeroed in on the screen where some punk who admittedly looked similar to him couldn’t stop showing his tongue and licking his lips.
Everyone else left quickly after that.
Does this guy have an oral fixation or is he a slut? Not that I would shame him if he is, but I don’t like how you keep looking at it.
“That is not me,” he stated, crossing his arms with a defiant glare. Had it been his old metal arm instead of the upgraded vibranium one, the distinct “whir” sound would’ve filled the room from how hard he clenched his fingers. “He’s a punk.”
“Steve is a punk. Seb is an actor,” you corrected him.
“Oh, it’s ‘Seb’ now. The punk has a nickname.”
“He is not a punk,” you giggled, the sound bringing a small smile to his face before he raised a lip at the screen.
I know punks and he’s a fucking punk. He can’t fool me. He looks shorter than I am. Why does his hair look so good after a fight? That’s not realistic. I have to admit, they got the likeness of the arm pretty close. Wait, do I make those facial expressions? Why are you smiling at his nose crinkle?
“His tongue is out. AGAIN. I swear he’s doing it on purpose,” he snarled when your head whipped back toward the monitor. “Seriously?! You’re looking?!”
“Only because he looks like you, Bucky!” you said innocently, facing him again. There was nothing innocent about it. The moment that guy’s fucking tongue moved, you clenched your thighs together. The only one he wanted you to do that for was him. “And like I didn’t hear you groan when you saw the Earth 314 version of me.”
That is not the same because I don’t love her. I love you.
“Fine. So, he’s an actor,” he grumbled as you got up and did your best to block out the view of the faces behind you. “And he ‘plays’ me?”
“Yeah, he does. In that world, James Buchanan Barnes, and pretty much everyone here that you know, are comic book characters brought to life. He plays you in the movies. Oh, they made a show, too. About you and Sam.”
What kind of world is that?
“Sam and I in a show together? That would never work.”
“It does in their world,” you said, touching his cheek and bringing his attention back to you and your loving smile. “Stop giving the television that death stare, please? Those monitors are shutting down in the next few minutes and we’ll never see those faces again.”
“Please. You think Stark didn’t find a way to keep that Earth’s video on a loop to taunt me at any given moment?”
Things were better between Bucky and Tony after what happened in Siberia, but the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, according to the actor who portrayed him, liked to give him hell from time to time. It was usually in good fun. Usually.
“So, I shouldn’t tell you it’s Sebastian Stan’s birthday today?” you asked, sucking your lips in as you tried not to giggle.
His nostrils flared again as he took a breath. He was a war hero. The former Winter Soldier turned Avenger. He was not about to be jealous of some actor in another dimension that you’d never see. “Why do you know that?”
“Because the information is right there,” you said, pointing over your shoulder. You had the decency to not turn around. “He was born on August 13th, 1982, in Constanta, Romania and he-”
Your eyes widened as Bucky gently shoved two vibranium fingers into your mouth, pushing them deep enough to make you pause. “Stop talking about the man who can’t keep his fucking tongue in his mouth.”
With a moan, you wrapped your mouth tighter around the digits and bobbed your head. You already choked on him once today. Maybe you’d do it again. Seeing that guy with the bright blue eyes though, he wanted to give you a firm reminder of what he could do to you with his tongue.
Why lust after him when you have me to worship you?
“Why do you like it so much?” he asked as his fingers slipped free.
You began to laugh before he tilted your head to kiss your neck, the sound shifting to a moan. “I don’t like his tongue, Bucky. I like yours.”
“Not good enough,” he murmured against your skin, trying to go slow when he was two seconds away from ripping your clothes off and bending you over the console. “I need you to love my tongue.”
“I do,” you whined, palming him through his pants. “Love when you get it nice and deep, just like your cock. Or when you thrust your fingers in and flick my clit with the tip of your tongue. Make me drip until I’m practically a puddle and you still don’t stop.”
“You and that fucking mouth,” he groaned, laying you back as best as he could and sliding your skirt up. The growing stain on your panties made him twitch and he told himself it had nothing to do with the actor who played his part well. It was all him.
“Remember the last time you ate me out?” you asked, biting your lip as he slid your soaked underwear down your legs. As much as he wanted to shove them in your mouth because he loved making you taste yourself, he didn’t want to smother a single sound. “You had me ride your face and it wasn’t enough. You spun me around after the first orgasm and kept your tongue inside when I got my mouth on your cock.”
That position deserves more attention.
“It’s never enough. I always want more,” he said, taking in the glistening lips of your pussy as he glanced down at what belonged to him and licking his lips as he ran a finger along the slit. “If you could eat yourself out, you’d understand why I love being buried between your thighs.”
“I’ll settle for your cock,” you said as he sank to his knees, a shuddering breath leaving your body. “And I’ll also settle for your tongue first.”
“Should make you beg for it,” he said in a low voice, taking a long lick and groaning at your taste. Sweet and a bit tangy, a hint of your essence coating his taste buds and daring him to have more. “Should slap this pretty pussy and remind you exactly who it belongs to.”
“It’s yours. It blelongs to you, Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. No one else,” you said, your hand shooting out to grip his long hair and twist the stands. “Get your tongue or your cock in me. I’m begging you.”
Bucky smirked, watching your hole clench around nothing. He’d fill you up the way you need. “That’s my good girl. Gonna make a mess all over this. Might make you lick it up when we’re finished.”
“Not to interrupt?” Steve’s voice rang out over the room speaker as Bucky gripped your thighs. “But I think the speaker is on and we can kind of hear everything?”
And you’re telling us now?!
“Stark has bet me twenty bucks that your lady will call out Sebastian’s name when you bring her to orgasm,” Thor chimed in. “Just so you know, my friend, I have the utmost faith that you will please her.”
You let go of Bucky’s hair to cover your mouth, your body shaking with laughter when he growled.
Of course, I fucking will.
“Make it forty bucks, Point Break. Ha. Bucks. Bucky. Yeah, get to it.”
“You heard the man,” you said through your laughter, not at all embarrassed by the commentary. “Get to it.”
Taking one last look at Sebastian’s face on the screen, Bucky smiled in determination and did exactly that.
warnings: handcuffs, swearing, pet names [darling, missy, princess, Sir], oral [m and f receiving], smut [p in v]
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“You know why I brought you in today?” Sheriff Lee Bodecker asks, towering over you. You shift against the uncomfortable metal chair, handcuffs rubbing against your wrists.
“No,” you reply, shaking your head. He clicks his tongue at you, and you roll your eyes. “No, Sir,” you amend. The Sheriff gives you a look and rests his hands on the metal table, making his already tight shirt seem to get even tighter around his muscular arms. Your eyes catch on those arms; they linger on the soft lines of his face, the pull of his shirt.
You won’t lie; you liked how it felt for him to grab your hands and shove them behind your back earlier. The way he’d leaned against you, pressing you against the police cruiser, made your heart speed up in your chest.
Lee’s gaze never leaves you. The heated glances he gives you make you press your thighs together.
“Well, if you recall, you were speeding. When I approached your window, I smelled something foul in your car, marijuana to be exact, and you then proceeded to threaten me.” He says it all with a chuckle. “That’s enough to lock you up for the night, if not longer.”
“Fuck that,” you grumble, hating the way your body responds to Lee’s eyes tracing over your body.
“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, missy,” he says with a grin.
“You have no proof,” you interject, ignoring his previous comment. “You can’t keep me here.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, darlin’,” he drawls, raising an eyebrow. “I’m the Sheriff. And you were breakin’ the law.” Lee adjusts his belt before removing his hat, setting it in front of you on the table.
Your mouth waters, betraying the lustful feeling growing inside of you. “Please don’t,” you whisper, the idea of spending the night in jail finally catching up to you.
Lee smirks. “What kinda Sheriff would I be if I let criminals loose just because they said please?” He asks mockingly. “You’ve gotta earn your freedom, missy.” Before you can blink, Lee is tugging you out of the chair. You stand on shaky legs before him, letting your eyes drag up his mountain-like form.
When you finally reach his eyes, you find them full of fire and hooded with lust. You imagine you look the same. “You gonna show me just how much you wanna be free?” He asks, palming the growing erection in his pants.
“Yes, Sir.” You don’t even have to think. You just drop to your knees in front of him. With your hands cuffed behind your back, you have to wait for him to make the next move. Slowly, Lee’s fingers undo his belt and tug his zipper down. When his pants and boxers are finally low enough, you find yourself panting at the sight of his dick.
You open your mouth, and Lee guides his cock to you. In a matter of moments, you’re lost in the feeling of sucking his dick. You take him as deep as you can, and he keeps his hands on your head, helping you with the rhythm.
“Putting that mouth to good use.” You moan around his cock, making him curse under his breath.
“Shit,” he grunts. “Lemme see those eyes, princess.” You gaze up at him as best as you can, with his dick hitting the back of your throat, and Lee rewards you with a smile. It doesn’t take you long to work him to the edge, but he pulls you off of him before you can make him come.
Lee runs his hand over your face, tracing your lips with his thumb. “Clothes. Off. Now.” The commanding tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine, and a second later, he unlocks one of your wrists from the cuffs. You immediately start tearing your clothes off of your body, tossing them to the ground.
When you’re naked before Lee, he re-cuffs your hand and takes in the sight of your body. Lee leads you to the table, helping you lie down against the cold metal. Your legs fall open, and he kneels in front of you. For a moment, you feel shy at the way he’s devouring your pussy with his eyes, but when his tongue runs along your core, the feeling evaporates.
Lee eats your pussy like a man starved. His big fingers find their way into your cunt, and you find yourself getting closer and closer to an orgasm with each second. His tongue circles your clit before his teeth graze it. He works you up expertly but doesn’t push you over the edge. Not yet. He waits until your legs shake and you’re on the verge of tears before he lets you succumb to your orgasm.
You shout out, legs tightening around his head as you come undone. Lee stands, licking his lips, and watching him do that sends aftershocks shooting through your body. He notches his dick at your entrance, bumping your sensitive clit with his tip.
“Please, Sir, please,” you beg, not caring how wanton you sound. You’re aching to be filled, to be stretched, by him.
“You’re gonna kill me, talkin’ like that,” he grunts through gritted teeth. His cock glides along your pussy, teasing you.
“Please, Sir,” you say again. “Please fuck me.” Lee’s hips stutter at your words.
“Fuck, princess.” He pulls back and slams his dick into you, burying himself to the hilt. Your pussy stretches around his thick cock, and even though it burns just a little, it feels incredible. You moan loudly, wishing you could wrap your arms around him to pull him closer. Lee hooks his arms underneath your legs and lifts them to rest on his shoulders as he sets a brutal, deep pace.
Lee fucks you into the table, making each thrust more punishing than the last. You don’t care that your arms are sore and tingling from being trapped behind you. You don’t care how loud you’re being. All you can think about is how good Lee’s cock feels each time he presses into you.
He hits spots inside of you that make you see stars, and it’s only a matter of moments before you’re coming again. You squeeze around his dick, and that’s all it takes to send Lee over the edge.
When he pulls out, Lee helps you sit up. He cradles you in his arms as he undoes the cuffs. “You did so good for me, princess,” he whispers, rubbing the sore spots on your wrists.
“Yeah?” You ask, gazing up at Lee through your lashes.
“You were perfect.” You smile, nuzzling against his chest.
“Next time,” you whisper. “You’re the one in cuffs.” Lee chuckles, tracing a finger along your spine.
“I can work with that.”
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Alice idk what the FUCK kinda drugs you smuggled into this simple, singular ask, but goddamnit it made me sprint to my docs and start writing for the first time in God knows when. I literally have created an au in a matter of hours of seeing this. Fuck you and thank you🫣😋😈
[this is currently an untitled au and a WIP]
Photographer!Dark!Bucky Barnes x RunwayFashionModel!Reader
The overhead spotlights drop the second the showrunner points to the cameras, who, in turn, point to you. Big white bounce cards blind your peripherals and the sound of murmurs throughout the studio, executives and assistants alike, work their way into your ears. The voices swirl into one drone of static and the lights start getting brighter and brighter. Your grip on the arms of the chair grows tighter. Manicured fingernails threaten to dig into the upholstery, the gaudy necklace resting on your chest beginning to brand into your skin. The makeup caked onto your flesh feels like it’s melting, taking your dermis with it.
You can't tear your eyes away from behind the host's head, staring off into space and trying not to focus on the bile beginning to bubble in your pitted stomach.
You knew you should've eaten something.
As the host waits for her after-ad-break cue, shuffling her question cards and sipping coffee from her custom show-branded cup, you feel restless. Legs bouncing out of sync, begging to get up, to run off set and out onto the bustling streets below and never look back. Maybe a bus or cab will make it end, make it stop. You were never cut out for this, never supposed to be here.
"Bunny."
You gasp, your trance broken as the deep bass sounding out your nickname cuts through the noise. It's like oxygen for you. He is oxygen for you. You can’t escape him willingly- he’ll only find a way to be there. To always be there.
You whip your head around to face the herd of people and producers staring at you. Out of all of them, through the blinding lights, you meet his gaze. All six feet four inches, built-like-a-god, broad shoulders of him. His eyes shine like sea glass behind the camera operator, baby blue and looking only at you. For that moment, you are the only one he sees. His target. His. You are the only one he can touch, who he can feel, halfway across the room.
The pit only grows larger, filling your hunger with nausea. You'd bet all the money in the world he schmoozed some P.A. just to make sure he was there to see you. To surveil you.
Oh, this is lovely! I thought about this for a while but I think I chose the best.
First there’s after hours my first (and as of now) only geralt x reader fic and male reader fic. This one is special because I actually wrote it for one of my oldest and closest friends as a present and he said it needed to be shared 😂 It makes me happy that he loved it so much that he wanted others to read it.
Next is cupcakes at dawn, one of my early Stucky pieces. It’s just a little slice of domestic avengers with a chill relationship reveal. I love domestic fics and subtle changes sometimes and this just makes me happy.
Lastly we have my heart, your hands. My vampire, rockstar!Bucky honeymoon fic. Honestly this was just sheer indulgence on my part, encouraged and for @jobean12-blog . We both adore that combo and I decided to just go ham and write an indulgent piece for us, where we have him at our mercy 😂 Plus where else can you write a joke about not needing to breathe during oral?
