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I wanna run my hands through it so bad!!!
LOOK AT THE HAIR FUUUUCK
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hehehe this would be nfl!bucky. sam and steve hecklin' in the back probably
Summary: You and Bucky accidentally discover one of his kinks. Now that he knows he's into that, he can't wait for you to do it again.
Pairing: Quarterback!Bucky x Grumpy Assistant!Reader
WC: Less than 1k.
CW: Future smut. Beefy!Bucky. Soft!Dom/Switch Bucky. Possible Stucky action.
A/N: Late Sinday drabble.
Bucky gazes down at you, arms folded across his large, muscular chest, his bold blue eyes smoothly drift down your face and lingering a beat too long on your lips before snapping back up to your unamused gaze. “You gonna assist me or not?”
“No. You can do your own hair, Barnes.”
He was expecting that. This game unfolding between the two of you is more exhilarating than the one he’s playing on the field.
“You are my assistant, and I need some assisting.” A smile flits across his lips, the barest hint of a pout forming.
“I manage your schedule, not your beauty routine. Do. It. Yourself.” He doesn’t blink at your sharp tone, judging by the way his lips twitch as he wisely bites back a grin. He loves the fiery way you boss him around.
“C’mon, you know I can’t handle all these inches by myself,” he says, his smooth, deep voice winding around you.
Your eyes narrow at his playful tone, the innuendo sending a rush of heat up your neck and across your cheeks. The urge to look down is overwhelming, your eyes start to drift toward his impressive bulge and you catch yourself at the last second.
Bucky, with his astute gaze, notices.
He laughs under his breath, content with the knowledge that some part of you likes him, he turns around, tilting his chin up and shaking his head until his long chestnut strands brush over his padded shoulders. The fresh citrus scent of his conditioner wafts across your face. Damn, he smells good.
Of course, he does.
Bucky is many things. Talented on the field. Flirtatious. Intelligent. Always in a good mood with a smile so breathtaking and charming it should be illegal. Well over six feet tall. Built like a damn tank. Tattoos laced across sculpted biceps that women and men go crazy over. Piercing blue eyes framed by long lashes.
It’s obvious why he’s the franchise player.
And for some reason, he is completely fixated on you. Even though you made it clear that you’re off limits. But Bucky is many, many things. Including optimistically persistent.
“Fine Barnes, but this is the last time I’m helping you today.” Aware of the throngs of fans watching from the sidelines, you go up on your tiptoes and pull his soft, luxurious hair into your fist, yanking a little harder than you should, his head snaps back as you slide the hair tie around the thick bun you created.
Bucky moans. The sweet sensation of pain ripples across his scalp and he moans.
Bucky goes still. Your hands go still.
A deep, gravelly drawn-out sound.
It’s erotic and sinful and you feel it in your veins, a pulse of heat rushing between your thighs.
You want him to make that sound again. With his lips brushing over the shell of your ear. The thought startles you and you reprimand yourself, crushing the little voice begging you to pull his hair again. No, no, you will not. You are his assistant. That’s all.
“Damn,” he mumbles under his breath, a blush fanning across his cheeks.
You take a step back, releasing him. Bucky clears his throat. “Uh, I uh didn’t mean--“
“Bucky, let’s go!” Steve screams from the sidelines, waving him over with his helmet.
“Gotta go but let’s talk--“
“See you after the game,” you interrupt, pulling out your planner, burying your face in the safety of your carefully crafted to-do lists.
Bucky gives you a wistful smile, murmuring okay so softly you miss it. He jogs down to the team huddle around the coach, giving you one last look as he touches his hair. You glance up and he sends a cheeky wink your way. His ability to fluster you has your planner slipping out of your hands and you glare at him in response. He grins right back, his eyes never leaving your face even as his coach screams about the upcoming third quarter.
Bucky is many, many things. And if he has his way, he’s going to be yours.
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Characters/people I want to write for - Updated
Okay, I have a list of characters and people I want to write fanfiction for so I'll just put them in categories of what fandoms they are from.
~Marvel~
Bucky Barnes (The White Wolf)
Frank Castle (The Punisher)
Eddie Brock
Venom
Steven Grant
Marc Spector
Khonshu
~X-Men~
Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)
Charles Xavier (Professor X)
Logan (Wolverine)
~Harry Potter/FBAWTFT~
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Original! Percival Graves
Credence Barebone
~Shadow and Bone~
Kaz Brekker
Inej Ghafa
The Darkling
~Death Note~
Ryuk
L/Ryuzaki
Light Yagami
~The Boys~
Billy Butcher
Black Noir
Soldier Boy
~The Hobbit~
Thranduil
Thorin Oakenshield
~Call of Duty~
Captain John Price
Simon "Ghost" Riley
John “Soap” Mactavish
Farah Karim
Alex
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Alejandro Vargas
~Interview With A Vampire~
Louis de Pointe du Lac (movie/tv show)
Lestat de Lioncourt (movie/tv show)
Armand (movie)
~Last Of Us~
Joel Miller
Tommy Miller
Owen Moore
Jesse
~YouTubers~
Inotorious (Matt) - The Misfits
ElasticDroid (Jaime)
Grizzy (Nelson)
BigPuffer (Chris)
Pezzy (Maxwell/Max)
Isaacwhy (Isaac)
~Miscellaneous~
Diego Hargreeves - The Umbrella Academy
Rafal Mistral - A school for good and evil (movie)
Shane Walsh - The Walking Dead
Elijah Mikaelson - The Originals
Tommy Shelby - Peaky Blinders
Saul Silva - Fate: The Winx Saga
Raymond Leon - In Time
I'm not sure what to write but I know that I'll write some oneshots or something.
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