one day he sees their bare shoulder from a shirt hanging too low, their back while they got undressed for a shower, their thighs while they rest above his lap, and/or their chest when they leaned over above him and suddenly he wants to leave marks across their skin
not just any marks nothing random
stars. constellations.
its a topic he has studied and has been interested in for a long time and now he wants to see it *on* her
he begs reader to let him mark them all over and when they agree and are finally laying underneath him (whether on their stomach or back first you decide !), bucky then explains each constellation after he completes them
their meaning, their history, everything about each one as he etches them on the skin of their back, thighs, chest, stomach, just everywhere really. maybe he’d also trace each “star” with his finger to connect them together with a twinkle of awe in his eyes?
i had this come to me while playing a game and couldn’t focus at all afterwards it sounds soo cute im ヽ(；▽；)ノ
thank you c: !! 🪿(?)
He doesn’t mean to stare.
You’re just getting ready for a shower, pulling your shirt over your head, and the fabric slips—just a little—but enough for Bucky to see the slope of your bare shoulder. The line of your spine. The soft, untouched canvas of you.
He freezes in the doorway with his book half-open in his hands, a page about ancient Greek constellations staring back at him like fate.
His mouth goes dry.
Because suddenly he wants something he’s never let himself want before.
Not to kiss you.
Not to touch you.
But to paint you—with his mouth, with his devotion, with stars only he knows how to place.
Later that night you’re sprawled across the couch, your thighs resting over his lap as you scroll your phone, unaware of the way he’s fighting for his life. Your skin is warm. Soft. Bare. And as his fingers rest innocently over your knee, he imagines marking all the places between.
He imagines making you his sky.
By the time you lean over him to reach for the remote—shirt dipping, chest brushing his breath—Bucky isn’t breathing at all.
“Sweetheart?” His voice comes out cracked. “Can I… ask you something?”
You look at him, curious and soft. “Yeah, Buck. What’s up?”
His cheeks go pink. He adjusts his glasses even though they haven’t moved.
“I wanna—this is gonna sound weird—can I leave marks on you?”
Your brows lift, but not in judgment.
“Marks?”
“Constellations.” The word escapes him on an exhale, like he’s been holding it in for hours. “Stars. The patterns. I—God, I study them all the time and then I saw your skin and… sweetheart, I’ve never wanted anything so much.”
You blink, stunned.
He keeps rambling.
“I wouldn’t do anything you don’t want—I swear—I just… it’d be gentle, just my mouth, maybe some teeth, nothing crazy, but—please. I want to see the sky on you.”
Maybe it’s the sincerity in his eyes.
Maybe it’s the way he looks like he’s asking you to give him oxygen.
But you whisper, soft and sure, “Okay, Bucky.”
His breath leaves him in a shaken rush.
And he’s already pulling you toward the bed.
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He starts with your back.
“On your stomach, doll,” he murmurs, voice low and reverent.
You stretch out on your front, cheek pressed to the pillow, and Bucky kneels beside you like a man at an altar. His hands trace your spine delicately, almost trembling.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, lowering himself until his lips brush the dip of your lower back. “Okay. First one.”
His mouth finds a spot just above your hip, the kiss warm and lingering. Then another, a little higher. Then another. Five gentle, blooming marks.
“Cassiopeia,” he mutters against your skin. “She was a queen—vain, yes, but she loved fiercely. The W-shape here—” He connects the dots with a single glide of his finger, barely-there pressure making you shiver. “Is her throne.”
He kisses the last point of the constellation like a promise.
He works his way upward, placing soft, methodical kisses—another pattern forming along your ribs.
“Andromeda,” he says, voice husky with affection. “Her daughter. Bound, but freed by love and courage. This one’s important.”
He draws the lines between his marks with the pad of his thumb, breathing in the goosebumps rising beneath him.
You sigh, melted, pliant under every touch.
Bucky swallows hard.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmurs, kissing the back of your shoulder, where he begins a new series of stars. “Perseus. The hero. See how he leans over her? Always watching. Always protecting.”
He connects those points too—slow, dragging touches that make your whole back arch.
“You still okay?” he asks gently.
You nod into the pillow. “More, Buck. Please.”
He groans—quiet, pained, undone—and flips you delicately onto your back.
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Your chest rises with your breath as he settles between your thighs, eyes huge behind his glasses. Reverent. Starstruck.
“God,” he whispers. “You’re my whole universe.”
He begins on your sternum, his mouth warm and careful as he presses out a familiar curve of marks.
“Orion,” he explains, voice shaking. “The hunter. The belt goes here—” three kisses just below your breasts. “And his shoulders—here and here.”
He traces between each hickey with his finger, connecting the imaginary lines until the shape emerges.
You feel claimed.
Worshipped.
Adored.
Bucky looks drunk on it.
Then he bends to your lower stomach, his breath teasing your skin. “Lyra. The lyre. They say its music could charm anyone. It reminds me of your laugh… soft but impossible to ignore.”
He kisses each point, softer and slower than before, painting stars along the edge of your hip, your inner thigh.
You gasp when he bites gently—just enough to bloom color.
“That one?” His voice is gravel. “Vega. The brightest star. My favorite.”
He kisses the mark again—once, twice, like he can’t help himself.
You reach for him, cupping his jaw. “Bucky…”
His eyes flick up to yours—wide, blue, drowning.
“I need to finish,” he breathes. “Please. Let me finish the sky.”
You nod, heart thundering.
He descends again.
He maps your thighs with faint constellations, murmuring their names as he works—Cygnus along the curve of muscle, Delphinus near the crease of your hip, Aquila trailing closer and closer to where you burn for him.
Every kiss is deliberate.
Every star is placed with aching devotion.
And every time he connects them with his fingertip, your breath catches like the night sky collapsing in on itself.
When he finally lifts his head, your body is covered in inkless galaxies—blooming constellations shining under his touch.
He looks wrecked.
Awed.
In love.
“You’re my sky now,” he whispers, lying down beside you, pulling you into his arms without disturbing a single mark. “I’ll never look at the stars without thinking of you.”
You smile, warm and dizzy.
“Good,” you whisper back. “Because I’m yours, Bucky.”
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: james “bucky” barnes; always at the top of his classes, always quick to answer teachers’ questions, always sat in the front row of class, and somehow always in a permanent state of studying.
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: no use of y/n, gender neutral reader, virgin!bucky, sub!bucky, dom!reader, dubcon, massaging, handjob/over the pants handjob, semi-public sex, bucky is a very good listener :)
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.2k
𝐚/𝐧: baby’s first smut yippee!!! yea im no writer but i am horny sorry if things are written weirdly <3
it’s friday night.
your shift ends in an hour and then it’ll be the weekend. that’s what you keep telling yourself.
honestly it’s a crime that your university allows the library to be open this late, but to students like bucky barnes, it’s a blessing.
james “bucky” barnes a.k.a boy genius, a.k.a valedictorian of his high school, a.k.a one of the very few full-ride scholarship student at your university. if you didn’t know his name, you certainly knew of him.
bucky barnes can be seen doing two things: hauling ass around campus with a stack of textbooks and papers as if his backpack doesn’t exist or holed up in the back corner of the library for hours on end.
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you’ve already done all your closing tasks, now you were stuck waiting at your desk for that bucky kid to finish up studying so you could lock up for the night. you’ve tried doing everything to make time pass by faster, doomscrolling on your phone, reading a book, and even reorganizing your desk, nothing worked.
you huffed as you spun in your chair. the fluorescent lights felt like they were burning holes into your brain, rubbing your eyes, you strode towards the light switch to flick them off. the only light left illuminating the library was the moonlight and the warm glow of a lamp from the back corner of the library.
it’s astonishing how much time bucky barnes spends in the library. every day that you’ve been working there, he’s there. if there was a scoreboard of students for time spent in the library, you’d bet on your life that bucky would be number one. even your senior coworker, in all her years of working there, has never seen anyone spend as much time at the library than he does.
bored out of your mind with plenty of time to spare, you decide to go check up on bucky. he’s been studying for god knows how long and could probably use a break. you stalk up slowly, stopping a little ways away behind a bookshelf. peering through a gap between the books, the back of his head came into view. leaning against his mechanical fist, bucky scribbles into his notebook. head turning ever so slightly to read from his textbook and highlighting important text.
your eyes drift to the table. it’s a complete, utter mess– like an office supply store blew up. there’s all sorts of papers, packets, folders, notebooks, and stationery scattered across the table. along with a stack of textbooks borrowed from the library haphazardly stacked on top of each other.
a tired sigh leaves bucky’s lips as he sets down his pencil to rub his temples. poor thing must be so exhausted.
you padded towards him, clearing your throat so as not to startle him, “hey, you alright?”
he whips his head towards you, “sorry! i-i’m almost finished and then i’ll be out,” flashing you a weak smile.
you giggle and pull out the chair next to him, “don’t worry, im not trying to kick you out. james right?”
he ducks his head and scratches his neck— trying to hide the blush creeping up on him, “you’re not wrong but please, call me bucky… james feels too formal.”
“alright then bucky,” you smile and reach out to brush his arm, “you still got a good 30-ish…? minutes left before closing— i’m not rushing you, just wanted to check in if you’re okay, you look a little stressed?”
he jumps at the contact, “o-oh! um… yeah, my bio professor is a major ass and assigned us a quiz first thing monday morning and i really don’t want to spend the weekend studying, plus my roommate is having his girlfriend over and i do not want to be in the same room as them-“ his eyes widen, “oh my god i’m rambling- i’m sorry-”
“no no! don’t be sorry,” you pause, hand gliding down to his wrist, rubbing small circles into the skin with your thumb, “i think… you should take a break, studying for however long can’t be good for you.” you feel his pulse jump ever so slightly under the pad of your thumb
he laughs nervously, “nah, m’almost finished and then i’ll be up and out of here in no time.”
“bucky… you’ll burn out,” you press further, leaning closer to him, “a small break at least… for me?”
his adam’s apple bobs as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, “i-i don’t know… i gotta get this done, it’s the last chapter review i swear— won’t take long.” a small part of you feels betrayed, the acid in your stomach bubbling with worry. growing from a low simmer to a boil.
“how ‘bout this,” you suggest, “since you’re sooo adamant on studying, why don’t you finish what’s left while i help you… relax?” his eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“i bet you’re a great multitasker too,” you whisper.
“i…” he trails off, “i uh, don’t get it…?” huffing out a laugh. you just grin at him, “just focus on your work okay? i’m not even here.”
you circle behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders– they tense under your touch. you drag your thumbs down his traps, kneading out the knots. bucky slowly melts into your touch, visibly unwinding and head drifting off to the side.
“got a lot of knots back here, bucky.” you tease.
he tenses up again, awoken from his daze, “huh- oh, yeah! yeah… my bag is pretty heavy… always makin m’shoulders stiff.” slowly easing into your touch again.
one of your hands works up to his neck, massaging long strokes into the stiff muscles with your thumb. a pleased groan grumbles from bucky’s throat, “m’feels real good…”
you let out a pleased hum in response and scratch his scalp. “so, what are you being quizzed on?” you question.
“microbiology— gotta memorize the names of all of these different types of cells,” he points to a page long list in his notebook, “and their functions, structures, and whatnot— boring stuff really. i mean it’s important to understand how living things function-” he cuts himself off.
“god i’m runnin’ my mouth again, aren’t i?” he asks, craning his head enough to make eye contact.
his embarrassment makes you smile, “a little, but i don’t mind… it’s cute.” you cup his face and stroke his cheekbone with your thumb.
his eyes widen, a bright red blush coats his cheeks and he quickly whips his head back to his textbook.
you watch as he struggles to concentrate, the physical contact has him shifting in his seat. you bend forward, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, testing the waters with a small peck to the skin and trailing up the side of his neck.
bucky freezes, feeling the sensation shoot right down to his cock. his hands fidget with the edge of his page until the tips of his fingers turn white. his mind is a mess, fighting between whether he should focus on his work or on you.
at the base of his neck, you inhale his scent. a wave of pleasure rushes through you, rushing straight to your groin. his musk overtakes your senses, making you dizzy. “focus bucky,” you mumble against his skin, “you can do that for me right?”
bucky’s eyes snap open, “y-yeah! yeah i can do that… yeah.”
“good boy,” you purr, pushing the collar of his shirt aside to expose more of his skin, placing wet kisses along the way, “gonna be a good boy for me buck?”
your other hand rests on his chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly. you suck on the skin above his collarbone, nipping lightly, leaving your mark. a breathy whimper leaves his lips, “fuck… fuck, call me that again.”
you smirk against his skin, “yeah? you like being called a good boy bucky?” you pull back and admire the love bites that litter his skin. pink and purples contrasting against his milky white skin. bucky turns to you, eyes glossed over and half-lidded. nothing but pure, unfiltered desire coursing through his veins. all he can do is nod.
his studying is long forgotten, all of his focus directed toward you. his eyes flicker down to your lips, “c-can i kiss you?”
you gush with arousal, smiling at his gentle nature. “of course, my sweet boy.” you whisper.
you spin his chair around to face you, making yourself comfortable on his lap. you wiggle your hips against his throbbing erection as he slams his lips against yours. his kiss is sloppy and rushed, teeth clashing, you both moan into each other’s mouths. you cup his cheek, thumb brushing against his cheekbone while the other hand slowly descends from his chest to his belt. you pull back a little just to look him in the eyes, “i can make you feel so good baby, can i make you feel good pretty boy?”
tears brim his waterline, “please… n-need it so bad.”
you cock your head at him, “need what baby? i know you’re smart, use your words.”
he draws a breath, eyes closed, plush lips parted. an impatient moan escapes his lips, “please... please, touch me… n-need you t'touch me.” his hands move to your hips, fingers curling into your pants.
you hum in response, satisfied by his begging. your hand slides down the side of his face, the pad of your thumb reaching down to press on his bottom lip as your other hand palms his cock through his jeans.
“suck.” you demand.
there's no hesitation with him. his lips part, granting access to your thumb. you push in and out of his mouth, savoring every detail. the inside of his mouth is so delectably warm and wet. you cant help yourself, seeing him so compliant in your hands ignites something feral deep within you. you apply more pressure to his cock and shove your thumb deeper. he gags at first but then groans, bucking his hips up into your hand.
“shhh baby, we’re in a library, gotta be quiet,” you tease. you loosen his belt just enough to unzip his pants and snake your hand underneath, over his boxers. your heart skips a beat, he’s soaking wet.
“oh fuck,” he pants as he ruts into your hand, “i- feels s’fuckin good… god.” he holds onto you tightly, humping your hand uncontrollably— a pathetic, babbling mess.
“feels so good- fuckin love it so much,” he mewls as tears dribble down his cheeks, “i’m so needy for you… only you.”
he leans back, brows furrowed and precious pink lips form a perfect ‘o’ shape. you tug at his hair, bringing his cheek to your tongue, lapping up his tears.
pressing a trail of kisses from his cheekbone to his ear, “that’s what i like to hear… just relax baby, feel everything that i give you. all of it.”
you stroke up his shaft slowly, thumbing at his sopping wet tip every so often. your head rests on his shoulder, taking in every detail of his bodily responses; the way his hips roll, the way his chest heaves up and down, and the way he always needs to grip onto something to ground himself.
he can’t even speak anymore, just a cacophony of moans and mewls coming out of him. his eyes screw shut, sharply inhaling then exhaling.
“i-i'm close…” he manages to cough out.
you whisper into his ear, “gonna cum without me actually touching your cock baby boy?” you pick up the pace, long strokes up and down his shaft.
so high on your touch, all he can do is groan in response, pushing his hips harder into your palm. you lick the shell of his ear and bite down on the lobe, “that’s ittt,” you drag, “be my good boy and cum for me.”
he chokes on a sob as he reaches his breaking point, all of the pleasure finally breaking like a dam. he jolts to hold you tightly as he cums, fingers death-gripping into your skin. a chant of ‘yes, yes, yes’s’ fill the quiet library as every part of him trembles from his orgasm.
“that’s it baby boy, give it to me.” you coo.
you capture his lips in a kiss to stifle the affirmations that leave his lips. hot, wet spurts of cum saturating the fabric of his boxers. you slow down, deliberately letting off the pressure as he rides out his ejaculation.
his head rests on your shoulder as you take hold of him— tracing soothing circles on his back as he settles down. he’s so out of breath, heavy breaths leaving his lips as if he ran a marathon. you both sit in silence as you wait for his breath to even out, dotting his hairline with small kisses.
“did such a good job baby, you feel better?” you mumble, bringing a hand up to his face to brush away his tears.
his eyes are half-open, trapped in a state of bliss, face and neck flushed red. a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “i-i’ve never done anything like that with anyone before,” he confesses, “but to answer your question, yeah… feel s’much better.” still out of breath.
you both giggle and you lean in to kiss him once more, this time it’s languid and sweet, cradling his face in your hands. you both sit in silence, foreheads touching, the only sound left in the quiet library was bucky’s decelerating heartbeat.
omg guys... what if..m in a chapter... nerdy dnd bucky and sweetheart reader get stuck in creepy elevator... otw to dnd night omg... he looks at her ... she looks at him... he looks at her..... she looks at him.... are you getting what im puttin down...
acc cant believe ophee's got me using this image but it's really stuck well LMAO
Tags / Warnings: Alternate Universe - Bookstore, Shrunkyclunks, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Happy Ending, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, A/B/O, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Bucky Barnes, bookworm bucky, nerd Bucky, dad bucky, Artist Steve Rogers, Nervous Steve, Meet-Cute, Halloween, The Avengers - Freeform, Natasha Is a Good Bro, Deaf Clint Barton, Deaf Character, Mentioned Peggy/Angie, Comic Book Science (for hearing aids), Team as Family, Avengers Family, Humor, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Stucky Gift Exchange 2021
Summary
Steve meets the Omega of his dreams in a bookstore. Like an idiot, he forgets to get his number, but they keep meeting. It's like some cheesy rom-com movie.
A fic for Stucky Gift Exchange 2021 for @wolfnprey
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Shrunkyclunks | 15K | Explicit
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When Fury tells Steve Rogers someone wants to study his blood, Steve is adamant about it being a bad idea. Until Bucky explains his true intentions. Now all that's left is to get to know Bucky Barnes and decide if he can trust him.
