also i remember asking for reader teasing bucky soo.. bucky teasing reader?
my angel !! ofc!! sorry it took me a little longer to post than planned, my tagging issue has put me off uploading😭 thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
TEASE.
bucky barnes x fem!reader — smut
word count. ~ 600
warnings. 18+ only!!
Sometimes, and only sometimes, did Bucky feel like being mean to you. Not mean as cruel and hateful, but instead teasing - controlling. The need to dominate and have his way with you would strike him from nowhere.
Well, not always nowhere.
It may have been because of the way you bumped up against him during last night’s slumber - perhaps it was the tempting outline of your tits in the thin fabric of your robe during breakfast. Maybe it was how you'd ask him for help reaching things in the kitchen, soft whines with extended arms - or even as simple as the way you'd look at him.
Of course, to you, this was all mindless. You weren't even doing anything to grab the attention of your lover. But not to Bucky. These little things you did only added fuel to the already burning fire.
So now, the need to get his own back was the only thing keeping him going - the only thing to push him through the morning of your accidental and albeit brutal teasing.
You were in the kitchen, cutting some fruit when you hear Bucky’s footsteps entering the room.
"Mango?" you ask over your shoulder, holding up a cube between thumb and index.
Making his way closer, he eats the fruit from your fingers, kissing your thumb as if to savour the juice.
"Good, right?"
He hums approvingly, chewing the last little bit.
"We have the whole day. What do you want to do?" you ask, keeping your eyes ahead as you continue slicing fruits. "We have that dinner with your friends at six, though."
He situates himself behind you, his stomach pressing up against your mid back, arms reaching around to hug you from behind. "Have some ideas," he teases, craning his neck to press a kiss into the side of your neck.
You hum, amused and intrigued, silently asking him to share.
The hands wrapped around your middle trail downwards, one fleshed palm grazing over the bow of your robe - slight force sliding through the gap underneath. With his skin flat on your skin, you feel the warm contact of his touch.
Though, that only lasts so long before the placement of that warmth shifts, moving swiftly to hover over the front of your underwear. Bucky's middle finger itches down, the pad brushing over your clit through the fabric.
"I have to meet Sam out front in five," he whispers into the skin at the base of your throat, the words warm and soft against your skin.
"Wait, what?" you mumble, tone whiney from the toying between your thighs.
He hums, the sound silky.
"That's not long at all," you mutter, reaching for his hand on your cunt - wrapping your own around his wrist needily.
"I know, honey," teeth grazing up the delicate parts of your neck. "Which is why we have to finish this up later."
"No, what?" your head drops back against his shoulder, eyes looking up at him eagerly. "That's not fair. No, come on, please."
"I know," he coos, frowning with faux sympathy - a faint smile creeping through. "So mean of me."
He slips his hand from between your thighs, moving back up to retie your robe before standing aside. He reaches for a piece of mango on the chopping block and pops a chunk into his mouth, eyes lazily taking you in.
"I'll be back in an hour," he presses a kiss into your cheek and moves to the front door - slipping on his gym shoes.
"Don't wanna hear it. You're not my friend anymore."
oh hi big sis hru just wanted to ask for bucky making out w reader and "choking" reader? ((not really choking, just his hand on readers neck 🧜🧜 need that metal hand inside me
big sis?! AW GET OUT THATS SO CUTE!! salivating bc it’s such a delicious idea. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
VIBRANIUM NECKLACE.
bucky barnes x fem!reader — smut/ very suggestive
word count. 592
warnings. 18+ bit of a hand kink (self indulgent? no😏don’t be silly) light ‘choking’ (basically just throat holding) mdni
Picking up on hints is something Bucky does best - his prior life as a weapon coming in handy when it came to connecting dots.
But he didn't need his training when it came to you. Your clues were far from decreet.
He had noticed the recent liking you had taken to his vibranium arm - the longing glances, the touches, that look in your eye when he skims you with his metal fingers.
There was something so lewd and erotic about it: the coldness of the metal when it touched your skin or just the thought of the sheer strength he could wield with it - just knowing the amount of power he could muster and still be so gentle with it around you.
He noticed it more prominently now. Standing together in the kitchen as you prepped dinner, you on Bucky's side as he chopped the ingredients. His right hand skillfully gripping the knife, his left metal hand holding a potato, keeping it still.
You were supposed to be on peeling duty, but every time you caught a glimpse of his hands, all work got delayed, consequentially leading to him having nothing to chop. So you pass him another peeled potato, watching how he brushes your fingers in the process - his hands purposefully lingering longer than they're supposed to.
Bucky's not an idiot. He could see it clear as day: the way your ears pull back, the delayed exhale in your chest, even the dilation in your pupils. He could see it all.
You continue watching the smooth, fluid-like motion of his hands - practically ogling him as he drops the cubed produce into the saucepan. You're utterly captivated as you gawk at him, following his every move as he effortlessly glides around the kitchen - watching him place the pan onto the heat to boil.
He gives the potatoes a stir —fully aware of your stares— and turns to face you, noticing that same glimmer in your eye. He takes a step closer and presses a momentary kiss onto your lips, then pulls back, picking up on that hint of desperation across your face.
So he leans back in, kissing you again and again until it evolves into much more than a few chaste, casual kisses. All of it progressing into something hungrier, eager - heavily making out as his lower half cages you against the counter. His cock chubbing up against your lower tummy.
He tests the waters and decides to use the one thing you've been eyeing up all evening. So he teases his left hand over your shoulder, fingers steadily skimming along until he reaches that part between your collarbone and the base of your throat - a faint, whiney moan leaving your lips in the process. The soft dulcet noise muffling into his mouth.
With your silent agreement, he snakes his palm higher - fingers itching up the sides of your throat until they settled in a light, comfortable grip just below your jaw. His grasp is faint, just merely holding your throat as he deepens the kiss, groin pushing you up against the edge of the counter.
He nips on your bottom lip before pulling away slightly, both of your chests practically heaving from the desperate makeout. He grazes his thumb over your chin, itching higher to run over your bottom lip, the pad outing it slowly - his eyes following attentively.
"Don't you go anywhere," he whispers, pressing another kiss to your lips - moving away to attend to the bubbling pot.
bucky being super horny and cute at the same time w reader?
(i honestly couldn't decide if i wanted to ask for him horny or cute 😭😭
love it as always! I always feel bad bc when I write your asks I never format them properly. but I just get too many ideas for yours so it’s harder to write as a fic lol. but if you’d prefer me to write yours in full and not the way ive been doing, pls pls let me know. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
BEING A CASUAL TEASE.
bucky barnes x fem!reader
warnings. 18+ only bc there’s titty touching
so I feel like with bucky, when he gets horny he'll subtly hint at it. so so so right… imagine you're on the sofa, leaning against the back of it, feet on the coffee table, all comfy and bucky walks over to stand behind the couch, leaning over it/ you to press a kiss into your cheek
he'd ask you what you were watching as he trails kisses to the side of your throat, pecking softly at your skin, mumbling into your neck if your show/ movie was any good. mindlessly asking questions as he kisses your neck from behind
your voice would falter when you talk about it, and he'd just smile into your skin, humming almost innocently. then he'd stand up straight, placing his hands flat on top of your head, absentmindedly running over your scalp with his fingers. depending on your hair type, he'd play with it - twirling it, raking through it while asking about your day
his hands would run down the back of your head and to your shoulders, rubbing them gently as he answers the questions you ask him (how his day was and what you should do for dinner, etc)
maybe then he'd tilt your head back, making you look up at him standing above, and then he'd kiss you (a spider-man kiss) he'd mutter something sweet against your lips, something about how he missed you today, or he couldn't stop thinking about you
he'd carry on talking while his hands mindlessly run off the front of your shoulders and down your chest, hooking around to cup under your tits. he'd still be looking down at you as he spoke, rambling about something, acting all cute and innocent and none the wiser as he palms your tits. just roughly massaging them in his hands, looking down at you sweetly
maybe he decides to tease you a bit, so he'd drag his hands away, sliding up your chest and throat, settling on the sides of your face. he'd place a kiss on your forehead and whisper, "I'll be upstairs."
actually melting🫠 I finally wrote one of your asks with proper formatting, so yay😭 thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
PASSENGER PRINCESS.
bucky barnes x implied fem!reader
word count. 440 (sorry it’s short)
Bucky is always one to lay an assertive hand on your thigh in the car, large palm spread wide with the other gripped at the wheel as he steered. The act itself was dominant, assured - the light contact of his hand on you enough to make you feel small and protected.
You wouldn't be going anywhere in particular, just a casual night drive through the city, and his hand would always be in that same spot on your thigh - just his palm laid flat against it.
Though every now and then, it would move place.
Sometimes, he would slip his hand into yours and bring it towards his face, pressing a soft kiss onto the back of your hand. He would often hold it there, close to his face - his elbow sitting on the rest, keeping you near him.
He enjoyed the comfort and warmth your hand would bring, the slightest contact of you against him enough to ground him. Just your tender touch brushing against his face as he drove.
And on other times, he would hold your hand on the stick, large palm enveloping you as he shifted gears - his grasp firm but gentle as he used your hand as a grip. His eyes would momentarily glance towards you as he did it, liking the sweet, subtle smile that would line your lips with the dominant movement. He knew the effect the act had on you, so he would do it more than he often needed - doing anything to see that expression on your face.
When he would pull up into the gas station to pump up, before getting out of the car, he would always press a kiss onto your lips, asking what you wanted from the store - your answer would most likely be the same. 'A surprise.' He'd often smile at the request, knowing what you would reply with before you even say it.
He would always give you exactly that. Bringing a bag of treats and snacks back to the car as he couldn't decide what to get you - what he should surprise you with for this time. More often than not, he'd bring up an offer as he pulled away from the kerb - suggesting to pick up a cold soda from the drive-thru on the way back home, knowing that they're your favourite.
He knew you well.
And finally, Bucky would never speed with you in the car, often far too cautious of something awful happening. He'd keep a steady pace, preferring to cruise from location to location rather than speed, rather than put you in jeopardy.
Just him driving with care, wanting to protect his most prized possession - his passenger princess.
hi another rq, tan fucking reader from behind with his bicep around their neck 🫡🫡
gimme gimme!! okay I wrote this so filthy compared to my usual lovey smut. turned myself on so bad thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
SPEEDBUMP.
tangerine x fem!reader — smut
word count. 386
warnings. 18+ pinv sex, tan being a bit of a mean dom? choking? (what ask entails) horny writer brainrot. minors dni
Tangerine had you pressed into the bed, half of his weight atop your back, pushing your front into the mattress beneath you. You have one of your knees bent to the side, allowing him more space as he fucks into you, the almost splitting feeling of his cock ploughing into you from behind.
He has his right arm hooked under your face, your throat snug in that spot between his bicep and forearm - his muscles tensed and constricting against that delicate area.
"Like it when I trap you like this?" he mutters into the back of your ear, his voice low. "Like it when you can't move? Mhm? And you have to lie there and take it?"
You nod, the motion restricted from the hold in his bicep.
"Can't hear you," he teases, pulsing his arm muscles. "Tell me, love. I want to hear you," he husks into your ear from behind, lips and stashe skimming your skin.
Though every time you try to respond, he fucks into you just that bit harder, making it near impossible for you to speak through your choked-out moans.
"I'll stop," he softly threatens, retracting a few inches of himself from your cunt - pulling out of the warm, sopping mess he had made of you.
You shake your head, the action pleading. "No, no, no," you utter, lifting your hips and trying to back up onto him, wanting his full cock back inside of you again. "Please don't."
But he only drags more of himself out, the tip being the only thing plugged inside - the rest of his cock streaked with your cum, impatiently exposed to the air.
You press hurried kisses into his forearm, fingers digging into the swole of his bicep. "Please, please, please," you whine, clamping around the head of his cock - trying to tempt him. "Put it back in... please."
Your pleas are granted almost instantly, the sheer length of him plunging back inside, the warm snug feeling of your cunt wrapping around him once again.
He gradually rebuilds that same relentless pace from before, balls slapping against your clit and cock hitting the right spots, everything synchronised and pushing you over the edge for the fourth time. His pulsing bicep and filthy mouth only aid you further into that delicious feeling.
I gotchu😏 thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌 title is like snooze you lose, ha get it? bc there’s drinking involved. funny no? okay I’ll see myself out
BOOZE YOU LOSE.
bucky barnes x fem!reader
word count. 680
warnings. none? mentions of alcohol, situationship, jealousy
Bucky isn't typically one to express jealousy, instead opting to hide those feelings of possession behind a stoic expression. He hid it well, or he thought he did, at least.
But you knew him well and would notice it on his face almost immediately, that crease between his brows, the slight firming in his eyes, the tense stiffness in his shoulders - you knew it all.
To say he had no reason to feel that way would be a lie. You knew what you were doing.
The situationship you've been having with Bucky has acted like a big harrowing question mark over things, the constant 'will they, won't they' lingering over you both. And as pleasant as it was to be around him, sometimes he was far too tricky to read. You'd find yourself going that extra mile to push things, to see if you could get something from him - a response, reaction, anything.
It wasn't like you were asking Bucky for much. You just wanted to see that you mattered to him as much as he did to you.
You and Bucky had decided to go out for casual drinks - a couple of cocktails and beers to wet your whistles while you two catch up in your usual awkwardly friendly way.
"Another beer?" you ask, nodding to his empty bottle.
"Yeah, thanks," he replies, talking over the music - reaching into his pocket.
You push the wallet in his hand away. "Don't worry about it. You got the last round," you smile. "Get me back with pizza on the way home."
Heading to the bar, you insert yourself next to a small group of guys - hoping to catch the bartender's attention first. Of course, it worked. And while you wait for your drink, one of the men beside you sparks a conversation.
You knew how it must look from Bucky's point of view, but that was the whole point. You were only acting like you were interested in the guy to get a rise out of Bucky - it was all pretend. As handsome as the man was, he had no appeal to you. He just isn't the man you want. And considering you were in his direct eye line, he could see it all. Every little smile, giggle, touch - he saw it all.
After a short while, you get your drinks and excuse yourself. And as you make your way back over to your table, you see it - that reaction you wanted from him; head cocked to the side, elbows sitting on the edge, hands entwined together with a soft scowl on his face resting atop.
"What was all that?" he asks, tone displeased as he looks over you. Territorial.
You squint your eyes at him as you take a seat. "What was what?" playing dumb.
"Seriously?" he scoffs. "That, at the bar. With those guys?" he nods to the bar and swigs his new beer, eyeing one in particular. "Was all over you," gaze honing in on him.
"Just talking," you shrug. "I was waiting a while for my drink, so we started chatting."
"Chatting?" he repeats, his tone almost amused. "He was clearly flirting with you."
Acting coy, you sip your drink and look at him over the rim. "Come on," you laugh, shaking your head. "That was not flirting."
And as much as you found this entertaining, you could see that you were the only one in that feeling - Bucky, on the other hand, looked pissed. And very clearly jealous.
He takes a beat, compossing himself with another sip. "I don't like it when you do that... talking to other guys... flirting with them," he shrugs, looking down at the label on the bottle - avoiding you.
You weren't sure what you heard was true. Surely, your ears must be playing tricks on you.
"Why's that?" you press, pushing that bit further - trying to pry more out of him.
"I should be those guys," he pauses, now meeting your gaze. "I want to be the guy you flirt with."
hiii! i saw that u kinda of cant post smut anymore, so reader calling bucky adorable?
hiii hi!! I don’t want to jinx myself, but I think some posts might be okay🤞and that is real cute!! did this as a thought/ hc bc felt it was more fitting. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
CALLING BUCKY ADORABLE.
I think there's a plethora of words he's never been called before - or some he's not heard for decades. those words being terms of endearment. he's getting more and more used to being called nice or kind, but some are still a little foreign to him
he's used to your usual cutesy nicknames you call him - in the love, babe, honey variety, but what he's not fully familiar with are the terms that are associated with praise/ compliments
so maybe one day, he brings back something for you (a 'no-reason' kind of gift, he just saw it and knew you'd like it) and while you're thanking him, you subconsciously call him adorable while looking over your gift. maybe he goes quiet after you say it so you look up at him, and he just has his head cocked slightly and his eyes locked on something (like he's thinking)
so you ask "you okay?" and he shakes his head out of the thought and he's like "yeah. just haven't heard that in a while" and he's acting nonchalant and casual about it, but the compliment really meant a lot to him!! and you say "what? adorable?" and he nods and you do one of those smiley frowns at him, like a really sympathetic look
you repeat it and tell him how he is kind and gentle and loving and sweet and caring (just all the things he thought he wasn't) and then you kiss and hug him, and he's just a pile of mush with heart googly eyes
HELLLOOO!! may i please request reader teasing bucky A LOT? thank yoiuuuu
HELLLOO BACK!!! ofc!! sorry for the delay. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌 image has no relevance to the fic, it’s just really hot😭
FEIGN COMPOSURE.
bucky barnes x fem!reader
word count. 527
warnings. minors dni !! suggestive
With Bucky, teasing is usually easy. You barely had to do anything to get the reaction you wanted. The simplest, gentlest, most naive of touches enough to elicit primal responses from him that you often craved.
Neither of you would be doing anything in particular, but you would find yourself wanting to tease him - just needing to do something to get a reaction from him. Anything.
At first, you'd start slow, acting as inconspicuous as possible as you sit beside him on the sofa. He would be on his phone, trying to understand the new update, muttering faintly to himself as he figured out how to navigate it. You would offer to help, leaning closer to show him about. But you weren't going to be doing just that, would you? Of course not.
With your palm on his thigh, allowing yourself to 'get closer to see his screen', you'd hum softly beside his ear, that silky, sultry noise starting the beginning of your teasing. You'd pretend to be oblivious to the noise, acting non-the-wiser as you continue your help, pointing at the settings app on his phone with your free hand.
The hand on his thigh would stay still within its placement, warm palm resting on the upper meat of it - fingers mindlessly brushing upwards.
He would twist his neck to look at you. Head cocked to the side as if to analyse you - to understand what you were up to, the playful furrow of his brows silently questioning you. But instead of replying, you'd shrug almost innocently, turning your attention back to his phone and ignoring the heated gaze he bores into the side of your head.
You'd pretend to know what you were saying as you explain his phone to him, the hand on his thigh itching higher and higher as the moments go by. Your fingers absentmindedly skimming the edge of his cock through his sweats, the light graze of your fingertips causing a further strain in his boxers.
Bucky would try to act indifferent to the swell between his thighs - try to be apathetic to the aching chub-on growing that you created. So the reaction you craved of him stalled.
Growing impatient, you decide to up your game and turn to face him - meeting his gaze with your pretty, softened eyes, hoping it'll finally make him crack.
With the diversion of his stare, you notice an amused smile, his expression telling you all you needed to know. Wanting to push him even further, you adjust in your seat - accidentally grazing your breast against his arm as you reposition to sit on your knees. Surely that would be enough?
Though, it's not. Not just yet, anyway.
You sigh softly to yourself and slump back into the sofa, feeling defeated - unpleased with yourself for not getting what you wanted.
But Bucky notices and slots his hand into yours, holding and bringing it back to his thigh - the placement you had minutes ago, only this time, higher up. He nudges your hand towards his hard-on, guiding you to what you were after.
