#my laptop fell apart and i need to take my desktop pc

[bitchassbucky]

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Warning/s: stalkers, bucky being a creepo, reader being a creepo. dark!IT!bucky x dark!reader :-) female & male masturbation, voyeurism (i think), cyber crimes being committed.

A/N: this is my birthday gift to @babyboibucky <3 to my boo, I love you and you have a special place in my heart. this is gonna be a multi-part thing, it's too long to be considered as a one-shot, oops.

please enjoy! :D

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4:49 PM

Just 11 more minutes until he can pack his bags up for the weekend.

One new ticket - URGENT

Goddamn it.

Bucky pulled his earphones out in annoyance, just another office idiot who doesn’t know how to print A4 sheets. If the office were to be held hostage and printing out was the only thing that can save them, half of the floor would be dead.

The new name caught his eye, Y/N Y/L. A new hire, it seems like.

Subject: One new ticket - URGENT

Hi, this is Y/N, employee number 0008675309. I’m new here and was told to send a ticket for the equipment request.

Thank you and have a great weekend!

Oh, Bucky’s gonna have a great weekend indeed. Out of pure curiosity, he’s already pulled up your employee file. A cute smile to a cute name. His annoyance dispersing already, just by thinking of ways how he can spend time with you.

Hey, Y/N! Bucky types into the text field, Welcome to the company. I’m Bucky and I got assigned to help you get settled. Do you prefer having a desktop or a laptop? I’ve attached a form in this thread, send it to me once you’re done.

Have an awesome weekend too!

As much as he hates sending out chirpy emails, he can’t help but to smile when you immediately send a reply back.

Thanks, Bucky! So sorry for sending in the request super late. Got caught up with the onboarding. Is it okay if I use my laptop until we can get a unit to my place? PC or laptop is fine with me.

Best,

Y/N

Bucky fights off another smile, rubbing his hand over his stubbled cheek as he carefully types out a reply. Unlike other days, he doesn’t mind staying beyond 5 PM today. It’s not like he has other plans for his Friday night.

No worries, Y/N. He’s already loving your name. Happy to help!

Do you have your laptop with you? I can set it up before you go home for the weekend. I can probably send in the ticket to the guys so you can have your work equipment next week.

His deft fingers are dancing over his mechanical keyboard, clacking away while the clock ticks closer to the weekend.

A ping, another reply from you. You’re new, you’re still excited to make friends in the office. If you only knew how stupid they are, though.

Yeah! I have it on me right now. I actually work on the same floor, I can drop it off there right now.

Bucky glances around his office, looking for any reflective surface he can check himself on. He runs his hand through his hair, taming any stubborn locks that fell out of his low bun. His shirt hangs just right against his huge frame, his pants hugging his figure, accentuating his silhouette even more.

Just as the clock ticks 5:00, a soft knock raps against his door, “come in!”

You are cuter, prettier in person. Your perfume hits his nose and he’s floored—metaphorically.

“Mr. Barnes,” you say, your demeanor somewhat meek and shy. Well, of course, you are. Your frame is nothing against the hunk of the man who just stood up to greet you.

“Bucky.” He prompts, smiling. You reciprocated the smile, but you really weren’t sure what to expect. Maybe a scrawny little dude mousing away on a keyboard?

“Bucky, thank you so much for doing this. I know you’d rather get off of work since it’s Friday and all.”

He hums, taking your laptop in his hands. You notice the rings adorning his fingers—complementing his tanned skin tone and—it’s not appropriate to stare at a stranger’s hand.

Heat creeps up your face as he turns to look at the stickers stuck to your laptop, “you know, I like this band.” Bucky says, pointing to an old sticker, he carefully sets down your laptop on his workstation.

“They’re great,” you muse, taking a seat on a plastic chair by the door.

You take a gander around his small office. There was nothing out of the ordinary but the big black server blinking at the back, so why do you feel trapped?

“Sorry about the temp, we have to keep the room cold for the server in the back,” Bucky explains, noticing how your arms are crossed over your chest. The skirt you’re wearing isn’t doing you any better too.

You stammer out an it’s okay with a small smile.

Bucky worked on your computer quietly, using a USB stick to load all the applications you need to set up a temporary work account on your laptop. After a few minutes, he beckoned you to come here. You scoot over to his desk, rolling the chair forward and beside him. Not too close though.

“So, this note has all your generated passwords. Type those into the app when you first log in, then you can change it if you want to.” Bucky explains, the cursor idles on the screen. He tries not to get too close to you, to give you personal space. It’s a professional workplace after all.

“This app,” he drags a window, pulling up an application, “tracks your hours and your keystrokes. It’s company-mandated because managers want to micro-manage their people, I guess.” Bucky shrugs, his disdain showing through his voice. His tone shifting lower than what you’d expected.

“Sorry, I just hate their new protocol,” his face and voice softening as he looks at you, “it’s a total privacy breach if you ask me.”

You’d normally disagree but something tells you that maybe he’s got a point. Your breath hitched in your throat as he leans closer as if to whisper something, “this note right here? It’s a nifty thing, a little script so your computer doesn’t go to sleep when you’re away. It enables and disables your numlock pad so it counts as a keystroke.”

A smirk finds its place on your face, “well, that’s…something, isn’t it?”

Never in your life would you find yourself flirting with a co-worker but there’s something about Bucky that made you excited. Interested. Intrigued.

Bucky nods, rolling his chair away to fetch a pad of sticky notes. “Another thing from your friendly neighborhood IT guy,” he peels off a leaf and sticks it on your laptop’s built-in camera, “keep your cam covered.”

You give him a chuckle and a playful salute, “yes, sir.”

Bucky’s a modern man. He sees a pretty girl and he gets giddy. He talks to a pretty girl and he gets flustered. But you—you make him feel more than giddy and flustered. There was something familiar about you, and your eyes. Has he seen you before? Met you, even? No, that’s impossible—if he had met you before, he’d surely remember you.

It was 5:34 PM when he gave you your laptop back and sent in an urgent request for your equipment. While taking down the elevator to the lobby, Bucky gave you a few tips on how to ‘survive’ working in the office. According to him, as far as you go in on time and kept your head above the rumors, you’d do fine.

He asked about your first week and he told you about this joint near the building that serves the best burgers and fries.

You’ve got a good feeling that you just made your first friend.

—

The sun was already setting down when you pulled into your apartment’s parking lot. At the very last minute, you turned into a drive-through and got some food on the go. The side trip took out 10 minutes of your time but at least you dodged the awful traffic that was building up by the highway.

Along with your laptop bag and your food, you trudge up to your third-floor apartment. It wasn’t what you wanted—the windows faced the street, the screen door doesn’t lock all the way—but it’s the one you got. As long as it’s got four walls and a roof, right?

You slip out of your work clothes and into some comfy jammies after a rewarding shower; the sooner you can get your food heat up, the sooner you can eat, and drink and then go to sleep.

So while waiting for the microwave to beep, you pry open your laptop. You told Bucky not to shut it down after he worked on it as to not lose your work on another profile, which he understood.

The work account he set up greeted you, along with the bright pink sticky note he stuck to your webcam. That wasn’t real, was it? All those cautionary tales of hackers using webcams to peep on you. Maybe he’s just trying to scare you, like some kind of initiation. Without a second thought, you took off the sticky note. It was kinda annoying anyway.

Clicking the Log Out Work button, your personal account popped into the frame. Your opened apps and documents displaying themselves for you to use. You pulled up Spotify and clicked on the first playlist you saw—which happened to be your intimate playlist.

Sure, the Pavlov reaction is real because halfway through the first song, you already found yourself getting all hot and bothered. This one’s your favorite song too.

You groan in annoyance, your food’s no longer a priority.

Picking up the laptop from the table, you walk to your bedroom, not bothering to shut the door. You live alone, it’s fine. You put the laptop on its loudest setting, setting it on your desk and you plopped down on your bed, the pillows and the comforter pooling on one side.

Your room is illuminated by a streak of light from the street. Your curtains flowing softly with the breeze that just came in.

Glancing at your laptop, you remembered Bucky. How his office smelled when you first walked in. How he stood tall when he greeted you. How he smiled. Those goddamn rings of his.

Before you caught yourself thinking rationally, your fingers are already splayed even over your thighs, caressing the soft flesh of your legs.

Bucky’s smirk and his cologne finding purchase in your fogged brain. Thoughts of him pulling you aside into his office to fool around—voices above hushed whispers as your skin erupts in goosebumps, the chilled air of his office finding its way up to your spine.

Oh, fuck it.

You undress fast, flinging your shirt over your head, dropping it somewhere below the bed. The air in your room making your nipples hard and erect as you pinch them. You breathe out a sigh, the heat of the moment creeping up your torso.

The material of your panties dampening as you imagine yourself bent over his desk, your skirt bunched over your hips as he laps your sopping cunt. Bucky’s tongue exploring your folds up and over until your pussy’s a quivering mess of drool and spit.

Your fingers slip past the band of your underwear. Even you surprised yourself by how wet you are.

God, you met him once and he’s already inching his way into your mind.

But who could blame you? You’ve been all over his Facebook profile when you learned his name via the office’s organizational chart. The first time you saw him, walking around the office with a laptop in his hands, you already knew you wanted to at least formally meet him. A scroll on his page, you found a band that you could tolerate listening to. (They’re okay, just not your taste in music.)

A plan came to mind when your department head told the team that you can work from home from time to time—only if you agreed to use a work laptop, a company-owned one. Your manager advised you to put in the request as soon as you can, for you to secure a unit before the on-hand supplies dwindle.

Deliberately sending in the request late—way, way later—than what your manager told you just so you could pull up the ‘new hire’ card and act dumb.

And it looked like he bought it too.

The image of him fucking you quiet while he grabs you from behind played inside your mind like a memory—a vision. Of how his thick cock would fill you up until your pussy is clenching around him. Would he pinch your throbbing clit, making you squirm and cream around him?

Your fingers are compared nothing to his, that’s for sure. But it does the work for now.

A breathy moan comes out of your mouth as you play with your clit, your cunt dripping down wetness as you continue to fondle your tits.

His hands would make a great addition to your chokers.

Your toes curl and your breath quickens, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening—white-hot heat creeping up your limbs.

Oh, fuck, Bucky!

—

His ears perked up as he heard you moaning his name.

Bucky was busy watching you enjoy yourself when he got caught in the moment and decided to enjoy himself too.

He was barely keeping himself behaved when you first walked into the floor wearing a button-up and slacks that accentuated your backside. Bucky wished he was the one who gave you the tour and know your name for the first time, but that was impossible—he was in the IT department.

So when he got the news that new hires will be given the chance to work from home, he hoped that he gets to be the one to help you set up.

He was losing hope by the time he got your request, he thought that you opt not to work at home but then there you were, sending him an apologetic email on a late Friday afternoon.

Of course, he happily obliged. He even set up himself a little virtual camp in the background of your computer just so he can continue spending time with you.

Just thinking about you is already making him hard again. Bucky already came in hot spurts of white as he watched you desperately undress earlier. What can he say—he was waiting for you to show your tits already. As such, he correctly guessed that you’d be annoyed with the glaringly bright sticky note he used to ‘cover’ your webcam with.

But seeing you fingerfuck yourself all alone just wasn’t enough for him, he has to have you all by yourself.

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[4chanbf]

All of the asks

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Soda cans!!!

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? Depends on my mood

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Bubblegum tastes better, cotton candy is more fun to eat

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? crying i think?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? cans or glass cups

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? pastel or goth

7. earbuds or headphones? headphones block out sound better:D

8. movies or tv shows? movies, cant concentrate on show:(

9. favorite smell in the summer? everything?

10. game you were best at in p.e.? everything:(

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? granola/cereal

12. name of your favorite playlist? i cant sleep lol

13. lanyard or key ring? key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? sour patch kids i think

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? cant remember:p

16. most comfortable position to sit in? gay

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? black doc martens with red roses

18. ideal weather? rain

19. sleeping position? idk im sleeping

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? laptop or sticky notes

21. obsession from childhood? i was a harry potter fan

22. role model? mcr?

23. strange habits? idk

24. favorite crystal? i like rosequatz

25. first song you remember hearing? christmas music i think

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? swim in the ocean (im trans so yay)

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? isolate myself and cry

28. five songs to describe you? too tired to think

29. best way to bond with you? talk about feelings?

30. places that you find sacred? my room and the ocean

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? FLANNEL I LOVE FLANNEL AND KANDI

32. top five favorite vines? in no particular order: tttttttarget, put Gerard BACK, cam down we dont need to panic at the disco, you got me bewitched, i have the power of god and anime on my side

33. most used phrase in your phone? lol, xd, keyboard slam

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? dont wait dial the eights (im not even american, my friend just sang it for me)

35. average time you fall asleep? its different

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? ?????

37. suitcase or duffel bag? suitcase

38. lemonade or tea? tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? pie

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? some girl put my shoes in the trash:(

41. last person you texted? my mom

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? jacket

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap? i dont really care

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? i cant choose

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? my pjs

47. favorite type of cheese? i like mild kinds cheese

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? a kiwi i think

49. what saying or quote do you live by? i just got so emo i fell apart

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? my life. its a joke.

51. current stresses? history assignment, messy room, not indentifying myself bc my mom wont let me cut my hair (gee thanks mom)

52. favorite font? comic sans

53. what is the current state of your hands? huh?

54. what did you learn from your first job? i havent had a job:/ (im a dissapointment)

55. favorite fairy tale? uhm, i dont really know

56. favorite tradition? im not really fan of traditions

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? a very toxic friend (cried every day bc of them, lost all self esteem etc.), feeling lonely every day, my kpop phase

58. four talents you’re proud of having? i can somehow draw, thats it

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? fuck you, i hate you:)!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? magical girl anime!

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? theres a lot

62. seven characters you relate to? Peridot from steven universe, Luna from harry potter, Steven from steven universe, Micheal from be more chill, i dont really know more

63. five songs that would play in your club? i would just make it emo hell, that would be fun

64. favorite website from your childhood? moshi monsters!

65. any permanent scars? a lil one under my lip, i fell when i was like, 3

66. favorite flower(s)? black roses are pretty edgy, but sunflowers are nice too

67. good luck charms? nope

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? everything i could find on the table

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? idk, im pretty stupid

70. left or right handed? right

71. least favorite pattern? leopard, its still ok tho

72. worst subject? GYM

73. favorite weird flavor combo? sprinkles + everything

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 8?

75. when did you lose your first tooth? at like, 8

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? everything, patato is my life

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? yes

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? sushi, i hate cofee

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? i dont drive

80. earth tones or jewel tones? idc

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? fireflies

82. pc or console? console

83. writing or drawing? drawing

84. podcasts or talk radio? podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket? idc

85. fairy tales or mythology? mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes? yes

87. your greatest fear? being outed, being attacked, everyone secretly hating me

88. your greatest wish? to be accepted?

89. who would you put before everyone else? my doggo

90. luckiest mistake? dont make those

91. boxes or bags? bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? fairy lights

93. nicknames? nope, i have for my deadname tho:/

94. favorite season? dont really care

95. favorite app on your phone? spotify

96. desktop background? a collage of stuff i like

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? 0

98. favorite historical era? idk man, i just really like hamilton