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angrythingstarlight · an hour ago
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With everything going on rn and roe v Wade being overturned I’m thinking of myself and other women and young girls in the younger generations and how we have to fight to change this. Do you think Bucky and reader would take Bumblebee to a womens march? Would they teach her about womens rights? Is Bucky furious about what SCOTUS did? How is mama bear reacting???? Would you consider writing this as a fic?
Hi anon. I agree that it's a scary time right now. However I don't think a fanfic about this subject is appropriate or sensitive at this time. So many people with uteruses are going to be affected by this and may suffer horrible consequences because of idiots that don't care about or respect us.
I work in Healthcare, specifically at one of my city's hospitals that specializes in ob/gyn care. They have half the hospital and I work adjacent to them. Right now my state is "purple" and could easily swing red if people don't vote in the November election.
With all that, I don't feel comfortable writing a fic. It seems almost performative (and I know that wasn't your intention). And right now there are a lot of people giving performative responses and I don't want to be part of that.
Fighting this change is going to take us voting, protesting, donating to worthy causes and supporting each other (cause we all know the government isn't going to do it.)
At most I'll say that in my fanfic universe certain real world aspects are not present (Covid, the current SCOTUS.)
In my world, women have all their rights (always have and always will) . And mafia!Bucky respects all women. And malyshka wouldn't be with him if he didn't, she's a huge proponent of women's rights as well
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angrythingstarlight · 6 hours ago
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Thank you!!
for sinday/kinks. what would be the first thing Bucky does when you gift him a fresh set of k-bar knives for his birthday?
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Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Knife kink, dub/con, mentions of canon-level violence, implied stalking, yandere Bucky, smut.
A/N: Written on my phone. Unedited.
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“How did you know I wanted this exact set?” Bucky asks with a grin, his delighted tone drifting across the table. “I swear it’s like you read my mind.”
Bucky saunters to you, pushing the opened gift wrapped box across the table with the tip of his metal finger, his heavy boots thud vociferously on the floor with every slow, steady step towards you. The dull roar of your heartbeat in your ears nearly drowned the sound out. He stops before you, glancing down at the box.
Bucky rummages through the collection of knives and selects the longest one, his hand curving around the black and grey handle, he holds it up the light, letting out a sharp whistle.
“Fucking perfect,” he exclaims, his gaze flickers back to you. “Didn’t doubt you for a second. I knew you were ready for me when I saw you go into my favorite shop and pick these out for me солнечный свет.”
“I-I’m so happy солнечный свет.” Bucky glances down at the Happy Birthday Nick written on the card in his hand, his lips flattening as he crumbles it into a small ball.
“Thank you,” he finishes, tossing the card over his shoulder, his smile widening as his eyes rakes over your body.
He tosses the knife up. Silver flashes, catching the sunlight streaming through the curtains. He keeps throwing it, letting it drop closer to your face with each turn. It’s all you can focus on.
Blade.
Handle.
Blade.
Handle.
Blade.
The tip of the knife stops in front of your face, you flinch. The taut ropes don’t let you get far. Fear surges through your veins and your pulse races.
“Oh no,” Bucky inhales sharply. “I wasn’t-“ he laughs with a shake of his head, bending down, he traces over his mask covering your lips. “I would never let anything harm you.”
You try to speak, but the tape under the mask muffles your words, only garbled frantic sounds come out. Bucky slides the sharp edge of the knife down the column of your throat, his movements delicate, careful to not break your sensitive skin. You go still, your heart slams against your ribcage.
“I know, I know,” he says tenderly. He continues down the valley between your breasts, over stomach until he reaches the apex of your thighs. Bucky flips it around, using the end of the handle to push your panties away from your cunt.
“I can’t decide if I want to break in my gift getting rid of him first,” he says, the handle gliding through your folds, circling your clit once, twice. “Or have you christen my knife with your pretty little pussy.”
You push your hips back, mumbling desperately. Bucky nods, tapping your clit as he gazes up at you with piercing blue eyes, a deviant smile brightening his face,
“You’re right, солнечный свет. He should watch me fuck your sweet cunt, so the last thing Nick will ever see is you coming for me.”
He drags the blunt end down to your slit, you clench down instinctively. A smirk slides across his face as he watches it disappear inside you. “And then, I’ll kill him with your cum dripping off the blade.”
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angrythingstarlight · 6 hours ago
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If this isn’t mob,biker,or baker Bucky idk what is
Kiss Me Like You Mean It
Summary: Bucky cant start his day without a kiss from you. Maybe two. Three. He'll let you know when he's had enough. "The thing is that you don’t know what its like to kiss you, how good you feel when you're lips are on mine."
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Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Written on my phone. Beta'd by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming. Just a quick something I wrote at work.
《Masterlist》 《Biker Masterlist》 《Library》
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“I need a kiss before I go, Gorgeous,” Bucky request, his gaze focused on your face like this is the first time he’s ever seen you, awed by your beauty.
 “Anything could happen to me...” he trails off, the rough pad of his thumb sweeps across your bottom lip, tugging it down once before letting go as he leverages his large body to trap you on the couch. “And if it does, I want your kiss to be the last thing on my lips”
It’s not the first time he’s done this. You lost count a while ago.
Still every time he gazes down at you with his wide, hopeful blue eyes, his supple bottom lip caught between his pearly white teeth, hands planted beside your head while his cologne, a fragrant mix of fresh rain and smoked cedar settle over you and he begs for one. more. kiss.
Your stomach plummets to your feet and you get a rush of exhilaration that surges up from your veins straight to your head.
The way this man loves you, needs you, adores you is breathtaking and captiving.
You grin, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Really Barnes? You can’t just say something could happen to you, so I have to kiss you. You're only going to the garage, you'll be fine.” 
You’re teasing, and the look on his face is worth every second. Bucky takes it as a challenge, he’s not above persuading you to get what he wants.
“You don’t know that. I need at least five kisses before I leave as a just in case,” Placing his forehead on yours, he switches tactics when you don’t budge.
 “Gorgeous, it’s scary out there, how are you going to feel if you let me out there without a kiss and something happens-” 
“You are a six-foot three-”
“Six-four,” Bucky interrupts with a raised brow. 
“Excuse me,” you pop out, mimicking his expression. “Six-four biker. What exactly do you think is going to happen?"
Bucky shrugs one broad shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your forearm. “Anything, Gorgeous. I could get bitten by a rabid spider-” 
“Spiders don’t have rabies,” you say with a lighthearted laugh.
“You can’t prove that.” Bucky’s quick rebuttal makes you laugh harder. 
Undeterred by your insolence, his lips continue to chain kisses up your arm, pausing at your wrist, he nips your pulse point. “Could get struck by lightning.” 
“That’s highly unlikely,” you intone.
“So is meeting the girl of your dreams and look at me,” he retorts, his voice deepening. He turns his head, lacing more kisses along your other arm.
"Bucky." You try to sound stern but the way he's delicately kissing your skin feels too good for you to keep up the pretense that he's not affecting you, that you don't want to kiss him.
“Yeah,” Bucky bends down, his hands slide around the curve of your jaw and tilt your face up. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me. This is all your fault.” 
Your lips part but no words come out because he’s giving you that look, brighter than the sun and more alluring than the northern lights. It says more than words ever will. You swear he’s perfected it, knowing when to unleash the sheer depths of just how much he loves you with a single glance.
“The problem is that you don’t know what it's like to kiss you. You don't know how good you feel Gorgeous because if you had any idea what your lips feel like when they’re on mine, you’d understand why I want to spend my whole life kissing you.” 
“Oh,” you breathe out, a bashful grin stretches across your face. “I-“
Bucky presses his lips against your forehead. “If you just knew what you do to me, you’d understand why I’m so damn addicted to you.”
Another soft oh gets lodged in your throat. 
More kisses placed across  your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, his stubble brushes over your skin, as he follows the curve of your face down to your lips. He hovers there, so close you can feel his warm, cinnamon scented breath on you.
“One kiss,” he bargains, his tongue darting across his bottom lip as if he can already taste you.
“Just one,” you murmur, eyes closing as you pull him down.
“I’ll have to make it count, then.” His lips brush over yours, soft and smooth, a featherlight caress. His hands hold your face a little tighter and he moves your chin up so he can have more access to your mouth.
He takes his time. His tongue easing past your lips, delving into your mouth with languid strokes, his head tilting as he deepens the kiss.
 If you thought his eyes expressed his love, his lips let you know how much he needs you, more than the air in his lungs. 
He moans your name, swallowing your answering whimper. Your hands move to his hair, the soft locks curling around your fingers.
You don’t know how much time passes or when it goes from sweet and tender to needy and frantic, too caught up in the feel of his lips slotting over yours, engrossed in the way he controls the kiss yet pleads for more and more.
You give into the urge to let him have all of you because he’s giving you everything he has.
His lips slow down until they’re resting on yours, lingering like he can’t bear to pull away.
 “I have to go.” 
He doesn’t want to.
“Uh huh.”
“Ari’s going to be pissed if I’m late again.”
“Yeah, didn’t he say he was going to kick your ass if you did it again?” you sigh out, sucking his kiss-swollen bottom lip into your mouth, biting down until he groans, a deep appreciative noise in the back of his throat that sends heating spiraling through your body.
“Fuck don’t-don’t do that to me,” Bucky says, his hands dropping to your waist, lifting you off the couch with ease, he inhales when you rake your teeth across his lip again.  “You know that’s my weakness.” 
You wrap your legs around him and give him a knowing look. “You started it.”
Bucky cants his head back, his eyes still on your lips, he drags them up your face and your dazed, happy expression fills him with a masculine pride that he did that to you, he’s the reason you’re smiling.
“I’ll tell him you couldn’t keep your hands off me. That I fought to leave, but I’m so damn irresistible you wouldn’t let me go until you had your way with me,” he smirks, strolling to your bedroom. 
“What?” Your head drops back and you burst out laughing. “No one is going to believe you.”
“Eh true,” he replies, tossing you on the bed. He quickly follows, pinning you to the bed. “Since you won’t let me go and you’re going to be the reason I’m late for work,” he says, grinding his hips into yours, his hands cradling your face. “I think I should be compensated with more kisses.” 
“And just how many do you want?” 
Bucky lowers his head, resting his warm, comforting weight on you. “I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.”
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angrythingstarlight · 10 hours ago
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If this isn’t mob,biker,or baker Bucky idk what is
Kiss Me Like You Mean It
Summary: Bucky cant start his day without a kiss from you. Maybe two. Three. He'll let you know when he's had enough. "The thing is that you don’t know what its like to kiss you, how good you feel when you're lips are on mine."
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Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Written on my phone. Beta'd by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming. Just a quick something I wrote at work.
《Masterlist》 《Biker Masterlist》 《Library》
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“I need a kiss before I go, Gorgeous,” Bucky request, his gaze focused on your face like this is the first time he’s ever seen you, awed by your beauty.
 “Anything could happen to me...” he trails off, the rough pad of his thumb sweeps across your bottom lip, tugging it down once before letting go as he leverages his large body to trap you on the couch. “And if it does, I want your kiss to be the last thing on my lips”
It’s not the first time he’s done this. You lost count a while ago.
Still every time he gazes down at you with his wide, hopeful blue eyes, his supple bottom lip caught between his pearly white teeth, hands planted beside your head while his cologne, a fragrant mix of fresh rain and smoked cedar settle over you and he begs for one. more. kiss.
Your stomach plummets to your feet and you get a rush of exhilaration that surges up from your veins straight to your head.
The way this man loves you, needs you, adores you is breathtaking and captiving.
You grin, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Really Barnes? You can’t just say something could happen to you, so I have to kiss you. You're only going to the garage, you'll be fine.” 
You’re teasing, and the look on his face is worth every second. Bucky takes it as a challenge, he’s not above persuading you to get what he wants.
“You don’t know that. I need at least five kisses before I leave as a just in case,” Placing his forehead on yours, he switches tactics when you don’t budge.
 “Gorgeous, it’s scary out there, how are you going to feel if you let me out there without a kiss and something happens-” 
“You are a six-foot three-”
“Six-four,” Bucky interrupts with a raised brow. 
“Excuse me,” you pop out, mimicking his expression. “Six-four biker. What exactly do you think is going to happen?"
Bucky shrugs one broad shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your forearm. “Anything, Gorgeous. I could get bitten by a rabid spider-” 
“Spiders don’t have rabies,” you say with a lighthearted laugh.
“You can’t prove that.” Bucky’s quick rebuttal makes you laugh harder. 
Undeterred by your insolence, his lips continue to chain kisses up your arm, pausing at your wrist, he nips your pulse point. “Could get struck by lightning.” 
“That’s highly unlikely,” you intone.
“So is meeting the girl of your dreams and look at me,” he retorts, his voice deepening. He turns his head, lacing more kisses along your other arm.
"Bucky." You try to sound stern but the way he's delicately kissing your skin feels too good for you to keep up the pretense that he's not affecting you, that you don't want to kiss him.
“Yeah,” Bucky bends down, his hands slide around the curve of your jaw and tilt your face up. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me. This is all your fault.” 
Your lips part but no words come out because he’s giving you that look, brighter than the sun and more alluring than the northern lights. It says more than words ever will. You swear he’s perfected it, knowing when to unleash the sheer depths of just how much he loves you with a single glance.
“The problem is that you don’t know what it's like to kiss you. You don't know how good you feel Gorgeous because if you had any idea what your lips feel like when they’re on mine, you’d understand why I want to spend my whole life kissing you.” 
“Oh,” you breathe out, a bashful grin stretches across your face. “I-“
Bucky presses his lips against your forehead. “If you just knew what you do to me, you’d understand why I’m so damn addicted to you.”
Another soft oh gets lodged in your throat. 
More kisses placed across  your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, his stubble brushes over your skin, as he follows the curve of your face down to your lips. He hovers there, so close you can feel his warm, cinnamon scented breath on you.
“One kiss,” he bargains, his tongue darting across his bottom lip as if he can already taste you.
“Just one,” you murmur, eyes closing as you pull him down.
“I’ll have to make it count, then.” His lips brush over yours, soft and smooth, a featherlight caress. His hands hold your face a little tighter and he moves your chin up so he can have more access to your mouth.
He takes his time. His tongue easing past your lips, delving into your mouth with languid strokes, his head tilting as he deepens the kiss.
 If you thought his eyes expressed his love, his lips let you know how much he needs you, more than the air in his lungs. 
He moans your name, swallowing your answering whimper. Your hands move to his hair, the soft locks curling around your fingers.
You don’t know how much time passes or when it goes from sweet and tender to needy and frantic, too caught up in the feel of his lips slotting over yours, engrossed in the way he controls the kiss yet pleads for more and more.
You give into the urge to let him have all of you because he’s giving you everything he has.
His lips slow down until they’re resting on yours, lingering like he can’t bear to pull away.
 “I have to go.” 
He doesn’t want to.
“Uh huh.”
“Ari’s going to be pissed if I’m late again.”
“Yeah, didn’t he say he was going to kick your ass if you did it again?” you sigh out, sucking his kiss-swollen bottom lip into your mouth, biting down until he groans, a deep appreciative noise in the back of his throat that sends heating spiraling through your body.
“Fuck don’t-don’t do that to me,” Bucky says, his hands dropping to your waist, lifting you off the couch with ease, he inhales when you rake your teeth across his lip again.  “You know that’s my weakness.” 
You wrap your legs around him and give him a knowing look. “You started it.”
Bucky cants his head back, his eyes still on your lips, he drags them up your face and your dazed, happy expression fills him with a masculine pride that he did that to you, he’s the reason you’re smiling.
“I’ll tell him you couldn’t keep your hands off me. That I fought to leave, but I’m so damn irresistible you wouldn’t let me go until you had your way with me,” he smirks, strolling to your bedroom. 
“What?” Your head drops back and you burst out laughing. “No one is going to believe you.”
“Eh true,” he replies, tossing you on the bed. He quickly follows, pinning you to the bed. “Since you won’t let me go and you’re going to be the reason I’m late for work,” he says, grinding his hips into yours, his hands cradling your face. “I think I should be compensated with more kisses.” 
“And just how many do you want?” 
Bucky lowers his head, resting his warm, comforting weight on you. “I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.”
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angrythingstarlight · 12 hours ago
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If this isn’t mob,biker,or baker Bucky idk what is
Kiss Me Like You Mean It
Summary: Bucky cant start his day without a kiss from you. Maybe two. Three. He'll let you know when he's had enough. "The thing is that you don’t know what its like to kiss you, how good you feel when you're lips are on mine."
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Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Written on my phone. Beta'd by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming. Just a quick something I wrote at work.
《Masterlist》 《Biker Masterlist》 《Library》
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“I need a kiss before I go, Gorgeous,” Bucky request, his gaze focused on your face like this is the first time he’s ever seen you, awed by your beauty.
 “Anything could happen to me...” he trails off, the rough pad of his thumb sweeps across your bottom lip, tugging it down once before letting go as he leverages his large body to trap you on the couch. “And if it does, I want your kiss to be the last thing on my lips”
It’s not the first time he’s done this. You lost count a while ago.
Still every time he gazes down at you with his wide, hopeful blue eyes, his supple bottom lip caught between his pearly white teeth, hands planted beside your head while his cologne, a fragrant mix of fresh rain and smoked cedar settle over you and he begs for one. more. kiss.
Your stomach plummets to your feet and you get a rush of exhilaration that surges up from your veins straight to your head.
The way this man loves you, needs you, adores you is breathtaking and captiving.
You grin, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Really Barnes? You can’t just say something could happen to you, so I have to kiss you. You're only going to the garage, you'll be fine.” 
You’re teasing, and the look on his face is worth every second. Bucky takes it as a challenge, he’s not above persuading you to get what he wants.
“You don’t know that. I need at least five kisses before I leave as just in case,” Placing his forehead on yours, he switches tactics when you don’t budge.
 “Gorgeous, it’s scary out there, how are you going to feel if you let me out there without a kiss and something happens-” 
“You are a six-foot three-”
“Six-four,” Bucky interrupts with a raised brow. 
“Excuse me,” you pop out, mimicking his expression. “Six-four biker. What exactly do you think is going to happen?"
Bucky shrugs one broad shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your forearm. “Anything, Gorgeous. I could get bitten by a rabid spider-” 
“Spiders don’t have rabies,” you say with a lighthearted laugh.
“You can’t prove that.” Bucky’s quick rebuttal makes you laugh harder. 
Undeterred by your insolence, his lips continue to chain kisses up your arm, pausing at your wrist, he nips your pulse point. “Could get struck by lightning.” 
“That’s highly unlikely,” you intone.
“So is meeting the girl of your dreams and look at me,” he retorts, his voice deepening. He turns his head, lacing more kisses along your other arm.
"Bucky." You try to sound stern but the way he's delicately kissing your skin feels too good for you to keep up the pretense that he's not affecting you, that you don't want to kiss him.
“Yeah,” Bucky bends down, his hands slide around the curve of your jaw and tilt your face up. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me. This is all your fault.” 
Your lips part but no words come out because he’s giving you that look, brighter than the sun and more alluring than the northern lights. It says more than words ever will. You swear he’s perfected it, knowing when to unleash the sheer depths of just how much he loves you with a single glance.
“The problem is that you don’t know what it's like to kiss you. You don't know how good you feel Gorgeous because if you had any idea what your lips feel like when they’re on mine, you’d understand why I want to spend my whole life kissing you.” 
“Oh,” you breathe out, a bashful grin stretches across your face. “I-“
Bucky presses his lips against your forehead. “If you just knew what you do to me, you’d understand why I’m so damn addicted to you.”
Another soft oh gets lodged in your throat. 
More kisses placed across  your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, his stubble brushes over your skin, as he follows the curve of your face down to your lips. He hovers there, so close you can feel his warm, cinnamon scented breath on you.
“One kiss,” he bargains, his tongue darting across his bottom lip as if he can already taste you.
“Just one,” you murmur, eyes closing as you pull him down.
“I’ll have to make it count, then.” His lips brush over yours, soft and smooth, a featherlight caress. His hands hold your face a little tighter and he moves your chin up so he can have more access to your mouth.
He takes his time. His tongue easing past your lips, delving into your mouth with languid strokes, his head tilting as he deepens the kiss.
 If you thought his eyes expressed his love, his lips let you know how much he needs you, more than the air in his lungs. 
He moans your name, swallowing your answering whimper. Your hands move to his hair, the soft locks curling around your fingers.
You don’t know how much time passes or when it goes from sweet and tender to needy and frantic, too caught up in the feel of his lips slotting over yours, engrossed in the way he controls the kiss yet pleads for more and more.
You give into the urge to let him have all of you because he’s giving you everything he has.
His lips slow down until they’re resting on yours, lingering like he can’t bear to pull away.
 “I have to go.” 
He doesn’t want to.
“Uh huh.”
“Ari’s going to be pissed if I’m late again.”
“Yeah, didn’t he say he was going to kick your ass if you did it again?” you sigh out, sucking his kiss-swollen bottom lip into your mouth, biting down until he groans, a deep appreciative noise in the back of his throat that sends heating spiraling through your body.
“Fuck don’t-don’t do that to me,” Bucky says, his hands dropping to your waist, lifting you off the couch with ease, he inhales when you rake your teeth across his lip again.  “You know that’s my weakness.” 
You wrap your legs around him and give him a knowing look. “You started it.”
Bucky cants his head back, his eyes still on your lips, he drags them up your face and your dazed, happy expression fills him with a masculine pride that he did that to you, he’s the reason you’re smiling.
“I’ll tell him you couldn’t keep your hands off me. That I fought to leave, but I’m so damn irresistible you wouldn’t let me go until you had your way with me,” he smirks, strolling to your bedroom. 
“What?” Your head drops back and you burst out laughing. “No one is going to believe you.”
“Eh true,” he replies, tossing you on the bed. He quickly follows, pinning you to the bed. “Since you won’t let me go and you’re going to be the reason I’m late for work,” he says, grinding his hips into yours, his hands cradling your face. “I think I should be compensated with more kisses.” 
“And just how many do you want?” 
Bucky lowers his head, resting his warm, comforting weight on you. “I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.”
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angrythingstarlight · 13 hours ago
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If this isn’t mob,biker,or baker Bucky idk what is
Kiss Me Like You Mean It
Summary: Bucky cant start his day without a kiss from you. Maybe two. Three. He'll let you know when he's had enough. "The thing is that you don’t know what its like to kiss you, how good you feel when you're lips are on mine."
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Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Written on my phone. Beta'd by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming. Just a quick something I wrote at work.
《Masterlist》 《Biker Masterlist》 《Library》
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“I need a kiss before I go, Gorgeous,” Bucky request, his gaze focused on your face like this is the first time he’s ever seen you, awed by your beauty.
 “Anything could happen to me...” he trails off, the rough pad of his thumb sweeps across your bottom lip, tugging it down once before letting go as he leverages his large body to trap you on the couch. “And if it does, I want your kiss to be the last thing on my lips”
It’s not the first time he’s done this. You lost count a while ago.
Still every time he gazes down at you with his wide, hopeful blue eyes, his supple bottom lip caught between his pearly white teeth, hands planted beside your head while his cologne, a fragrant mix of fresh rain and smoked cedar settle over you and he begs for one. more. kiss.
Your stomach plummets to your feet and you get a rush of exhilaration that surges up from your veins straight to your head.
The way this man loves you, needs you, adores you is breathtaking and captiving.
You grin, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Really Barnes? You can’t just say something could happen to you, so I have to kiss you. You're only going to the garage, you'll be fine.” 
You’re teasing, and the look on his face is worth every second. Bucky takes it as a challenge, he’s not above persuading you to get what he wants.
“You don’t know that. I need at least five kisses before I leave as just in case,” Placing his forehead on yours, he switches tactics when you don’t budge.
 “Gorgeous, it’s scary out there, how are you going to feel if you let me out there without a kiss and something happens-” 
“You are a six-foot three-”
“Six-four,” Bucky interrupts with a raised brow. 
“Excuse me,” you pop out, mimicking his expression. “Six-four biker. What exactly do you think is going to happen?"
Bucky shrugs one broad shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your forearm. “Anything, Gorgeous. I could get bitten by a rabid spider-” 
“Spiders don’t have rabies,” you say with a lighthearted laugh.
“You can’t prove that.” Bucky’s quick rebuttal makes you laugh harder. 
Undeterred by your insolence, his lips continue to chain kisses up your arm, pausing at your wrist, he nips your pulse point. “Could get struck by lightning.” 
“That’s highly unlikely,” you intone.
“So is meeting the girl of your dreams and look at me,” he retorts, his voice deepening. He turns his head, lacing more kisses along your other arm.
"Bucky." You try to sound stern but the way he's delicately kissing your skin feels too good for you to keep up the pretense that he's not affecting you, that you don't want to kiss him.
“Yeah,” Bucky bends down, his hands slide around the curve of your jaw and tilt your face up. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me. This is all your fault.” 
Your lips part but no words come out because he’s giving you that look, brighter than the sun and more alluring than the northern lights. It says more than words ever will. You swear he’s perfected it, knowing when to unleash the sheer depths of just how much he loves you with a single glance.
“The problem is that you don’t know what it's like to kiss you. You don't know how good you feel Gorgeous because if you had any idea what your lips feel like when they’re on mine, you’d understand why I want to spend my whole life kissing you.” 
“Oh,” you breathe out, a bashful grin stretches across your face. “I-“
Bucky presses his lips against your forehead. “If you just knew what you do to me, you’d understand why I’m so damn addicted to you.”
Another soft oh gets lodged in your throat. 
More kisses placed across  your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, his stubble brushes over your skin, as he follows the curve of your face down to your lips. He hovers there, so close you can feel his warm, cinnamon scented breath on you.
“One kiss,” he bargains, his tongue darting across his bottom lip as if he can already taste you.
“Just one,” you murmur, eyes closing as you pull him down.
“I’ll have to make it count, then.” His lips brush over yours, soft and smooth, a featherlight caress. His hands hold your face a little tighter and he moves your chin up so he can have more access to your mouth.
He takes his time. His tongue easing past your lips, delving into your mouth with languid strokes, his head tilting as he deepens the kiss.
 If you thought his eyes expressed his love, his lips let you know how much he needs you, more than the air in his lungs. 
He moans your name, swallowing your answering whimper. Your hands move to his hair, the soft locks curling around your fingers.
You don’t know how much time passes or when it goes from sweet and tender to needy and frantic, too caught up in the feel of his lips slotting over yours, engrossed in the way he controls the kiss yet pleads for more and more.
You give into the urge to let him have all of you because he’s giving you everything he has.
His lips slow down until they’re resting on yours, lingering like he can’t bear to pull away.
 “I have to go.” 
He doesn’t want to.
“Uh huh.”
“Ari’s going to be pissed if I’m late again.”
“Yeah, didn’t he say he was going to kick your ass if you did it again?” you sigh out, sucking his kiss-swollen bottom lip into your mouth, biting down until he groans, a deep appreciative noise in the back of his throat that sends heating spiraling through your body.
“Fuck don’t-don’t do that to me,” Bucky says, his hands dropping to your waist, lifting you off the couch with ease, he inhales when you rake your teeth across his lip again.  “You know that’s my weakness.” 
You wrap your legs around him and give him a knowing look. “You started it.”
Bucky cants his head back, his eyes still on your lips, he drags them up your face and your dazed, happy expression fills him with a masculine pride that he did that to you, he’s the reason you’re smiling.
“I’ll tell him you couldn’t keep your hands off me. That I fought to leave, but I’m so damn irresistible you wouldn’t let me go until you had your way with me,” he smirks, strolling to your bedroom. 
“What?” Your head drops back and you burst out laughing. “No one is going to believe you.”
“Eh true,” he replies, tossing you on the bed. He quickly follows, pinning you to the bed. “Since you won’t let me go and you’re going to be the reason I’m late for work,” he says, grinding his hips into yours, his hands cradling your face. “I think I should be compensated with more kisses.” 
“And just how many do you want?” 
Bucky lowers his head, resting his warm, comforting weight on you. “I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.”
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angrythingstarlight · 13 hours ago
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You try to run.
Bucky: We're are we going?
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for sinday/kinks. what would be the first thing Bucky does when you gift him a fresh set of k-bar knives for his birthday?
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Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Knife kink, dub/con, mentions of canon-level violence, implied stalking, yandere Bucky, smut.
A/N: Written on my phone. Unedited.
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“How did you know I wanted this exact set?” Bucky asks with a grin, his delighted tone drifting across the table. “I swear it’s like you read my mind.”
Bucky saunters to you, pushing the opened gift wrapped box across the table with the tip of his metal finger, his heavy boots thud vociferously on the floor with every slow, steady step towards you. The dull roar of your heartbeat in your ears nearly drowned the sound out. He stops before you, glancing down at the box.
Bucky rummages through the collection of knives and selects the longest one, his hand curving around the black and grey handle, he holds it up the light, letting out a sharp whistle.
“Fucking perfect,” he exclaims, his gaze flickers back to you. “Didn’t doubt you for a second. I knew you were ready for me when I saw you go into my favorite shop and pick these out for me солнечный свет.”
“I-I’m so happy солнечный свет.” Bucky glances down at the Happy Birthday Nick written on the card in his hand, his lips flattening as he crumbles it into a small ball.
“Thank you,” he finishes, tossing the card over his shoulder, his smile widening as his eyes rakes over your body.
He tosses the knife up. Silver flashes, catching the sunlight streaming through the curtains. He keeps throwing it, letting it drop closer to your face with each turn. It’s all you can focus on.
Blade.
Handle.
Blade.
Handle.
Blade.
The tip of the knife stops in front of your face, you flinch. The taut ropes don’t let you get far. Fear surges through your veins and your pulse races.
“Oh no,” Bucky inhales sharply. “I wasn’t-“ he laughs with a shake of his head, bending down, he traces over his mask covering your lips. “I would never let anything harm you.”
You try to speak, but the tape under the mask muffles your words, only garbled frantic sounds come out. Bucky slides the sharp edge of the knife down the column of your throat, his movements delicate, careful to not break your sensitive skin. You go still, your heart slams against your ribcage.
“I know, I know,” he says tenderly. He continues down the valley between your breasts, over stomach until he reaches the apex of your thighs. Bucky flips it around, using the end of the handle to push your panties away from your cunt.
“I can’t decide if I want to break in my gift getting rid of him first,” he says, the handle gliding through your folds, circling your clit once, twice. “Or have you christen my knife with your pretty little pussy.”
You push your hips back, mumbling desperately. Bucky nods, tapping your clit as he gazes up at you with piercing blue eyes, a deviant smile brightening his face,
“You’re right, солнечный свет. He should watch me fuck your sweet cunt, so the last thing Nick will ever see is you coming for me.”
He drags the blunt end down to your slit, you clench down instinctively. A smirk slides across his face as he watches it disappear inside you. “And then, I’ll kill him with your cum dripping off the blade.”
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angrythingstarlight · 13 hours ago
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If this isn’t mob,biker,or baker Bucky idk what is
Kiss Me Like You Mean It
Summary: Bucky cant start his day without a kiss from you. Maybe two. Three. He'll let you know when he's had enough. "The thing is that you don’t know what its like to kiss you, how good you feel when you're lips are on mine."
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Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Written on my phone. Beta'd by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming. Just a quick something I wrote at work.
《Masterlist》 《Biker Masterlist》 《Library》
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“I need a kiss before I go, Gorgeous,” Bucky request, his gaze focused on your face like this is the first time he’s ever seen you, awed by your beauty.
 “Anything could happen to me...” he trails off, the rough pad of his thumb sweeps across your bottom lip, tugging it down once before letting go as he leverages his large body to trap you on the couch. “And if it does, I want your kiss to be the last thing on my lips”
It’s not the first time he’s done this. You lost count a while ago.
Still every time he gazes down at you with his wide, hopeful blue eyes, his supple bottom lip caught between his pearly white teeth, hands planted beside your head while his cologne, a fragrant mix of fresh rain and smoked cedar settle over you and he begs for one. more. kiss.
Your stomach plummets to your feet and you get a rush of exhilaration that surges up from your veins straight to your head.
The way this man loves you, needs you, adores you is breathtaking and captiving.
You grin, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Really Barnes? You can’t just say something could happen to you, so I have to kiss you. You're only going to the garage, you'll be fine.” 
You’re teasing, and the look on his face is worth every second. Bucky takes it as a challenge, he’s not above persuading you to get what he wants.
“You don’t know that. I need at least five kisses before I leave as a just in case,” Placing his forehead on yours, he switches tactics when you don’t budge.
 “Gorgeous, it’s scary out there, how are you going to feel if you let me out there without a kiss and something happens-” 
“You are a six-foot three-”
“Six-four,” Bucky interrupts with a raised brow. 
“Excuse me,” you pop out, mimicking his expression. “Six-four biker. What exactly do you think is going to happen?"
Bucky shrugs one broad shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your forearm. “Anything, Gorgeous. I could get bitten by a rabid spider-” 
“Spiders don’t have rabies,” you say with a lighthearted laugh.
“You can’t prove that.” Bucky’s quick rebuttal makes you laugh harder. 
Undeterred by your insolence, his lips continue to chain kisses up your arm, pausing at your wrist, he nips your pulse point. “Could get struck by lightning.” 
“That’s highly unlikely,” you intone.
“So is meeting the girl of your dreams and look at me,” he retorts, his voice deepening. He turns his head, lacing more kisses along your other arm.
"Bucky." You try to sound stern but the way he's delicately kissing your skin feels too good for you to keep up the pretense that he's not affecting you, that you don't want to kiss him.
“Yeah,” Bucky bends down, his hands slide around the curve of your jaw and tilt your face up. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me. This is all your fault.” 
Your lips part but no words come out because he’s giving you that look, brighter than the sun and more alluring than the northern lights. It says more than words ever will. You swear he’s perfected it, knowing when to unleash the sheer depths of just how much he loves you with a single glance.
“The problem is that you don’t know what it's like to kiss you. You don't know how good you feel Gorgeous because if you had any idea what your lips feel like when they’re on mine, you’d understand why I want to spend my whole life kissing you.” 
“Oh,” you breathe out, a bashful grin stretches across your face. “I-“
Bucky presses his lips against your forehead. “If you just knew what you do to me, you’d understand why I’m so damn addicted to you.”
Another soft oh gets lodged in your throat. 
More kisses placed across  your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, his stubble brushes over your skin, as he follows the curve of your face down to your lips. He hovers there, so close you can feel his warm, cinnamon scented breath on you.
“One kiss,” he bargains, his tongue darting across his bottom lip as if he can already taste you.
“Just one,” you murmur, eyes closing as you pull him down.
“I’ll have to make it count, then.” His lips brush over yours, soft and smooth, a featherlight caress. His hands hold your face a little tighter and he moves your chin up so he can have more access to your mouth.
He takes his time. His tongue easing past your lips, delving into your mouth with languid strokes, his head tilting as he deepens the kiss.
 If you thought his eyes expressed his love, his lips let you know how much he needs you, more than the air in his lungs. 
He moans your name, swallowing your answering whimper. Your hands move to his hair, the soft locks curling around your fingers.
You don’t know how much time passes or when it goes from sweet and tender to needy and frantic, too caught up in the feel of his lips slotting over yours, engrossed in the way he controls the kiss yet pleads for more and more.
You give into the urge to let him have all of you because he’s giving you everything he has.
His lips slow down until they’re resting on yours, lingering like he can’t bear to pull away.
 “I have to go.” 
He doesn’t want to.
“Uh huh.”
“Ari’s going to be pissed if I’m late again.”
“Yeah, didn’t he say he was going to kick your ass if you did it again?” you sigh out, sucking his kiss-swollen bottom lip into your mouth, biting down until he groans, a deep appreciative noise in the back of his throat that sends heating spiraling through your body.
“Fuck don’t-don’t do that to me,” Bucky says, his hands dropping to your waist, lifting you off the couch with ease, he inhales when you rake your teeth across his lip again.  “You know that’s my weakness.” 
You wrap your legs around him and give him a knowing look. “You started it.”
Bucky cants his head back, his eyes still on your lips, he drags them up your face and your dazed, happy expression fills him with a masculine pride that he did that to you, he’s the reason you’re smiling.
“I’ll tell him you couldn’t keep your hands off me. That I fought to leave, but I’m so damn irresistible you wouldn’t let me go until you had your way with me,” he smirks, strolling to your bedroom. 
“What?” Your head drops back and you burst out laughing. “No one is going to believe you.”
“Eh true,” he replies, tossing you on the bed. He quickly follows, pinning you to the bed. “Since you won’t let me go and you’re going to be the reason I’m late for work,” he says, grinding his hips into yours, his hands cradling your face. “I think I should be compensated with more kisses.” 
“And just how many do you want?” 
Bucky lowers his head, resting his warm, comforting weight on you. “I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.”
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angrythingstarlight · 14 hours ago
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If this isn’t mob,biker,or baker Bucky idk what is
Kiss Me Like You Mean It
Summary: Bucky cant start his day without a kiss from you. Maybe two. Three. He'll let you know when he's had enough. "The thing is that you don’t know what its like to kiss you, how good you feel when you're lips are on mine."
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Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Written on my phone. Beta'd by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming. Just a quick something I wrote at work.
《Masterlist》 《Biker Masterlist》 《Library》
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“I need a kiss before I go, Gorgeous,” Bucky request, his gaze focused on your face like this is the first time he’s ever seen you, awed by your beauty.
 “Anything could happen to me...” he trails off, the rough pad of his thumb sweeps across your bottom lip, tugging it down once before letting go as he leverages his large body to trap you on the couch. “And if it does, I want your kiss to be the last thing on my lips”
It’s not the first time he’s done this. You lost count a while ago.
Still every time he gazes down at you with his wide, hopeful blue eyes, his supple bottom lip caught between his pearly white teeth, hands planted beside your head while his cologne, a fragrant mix of fresh rain and smoked cedar settle over you and he begs for one. more. kiss.
Your stomach plummets to your feet and you get a rush of exhilaration that surges up from your veins straight to your head.
The way this man loves you, needs you, adores you is breathtaking and captiving.
You grin, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Really Barnes? You can’t just say something could happen to you, so I have to kiss you. You're only going to the garage, you'll be fine.” 
You’re teasing, and the look on his face is worth every second. Bucky takes it as a challenge, he’s not above persuading you to get what he wants.
“You don’t know that. I need at least five kisses before I leave as just in case,” Placing his forehead on yours, he switches tactics when you don’t budge.
 “Gorgeous, it’s scary out there, how are you going to feel if you let me out there without a kiss and something happens-” 
“You are a six-foot three-”
“Six-four,” Bucky interrupts with a raised brow. 
“Excuse me,” you pop out, mimicking his expression. “Six-four biker. What exactly do you think is going to happen?"
Bucky shrugs one broad shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your forearm. “Anything, Gorgeous. I could get bitten by a rabid spider-” 
“Spiders don’t have rabies,” you say with a lighthearted laugh.
“You can’t prove that.” Bucky’s quick rebuttal makes you laugh harder. 
Undeterred by your insolence, his lips continue to chain kisses up your arm, pausing at your wrist, he nips your pulse point. “Could get struck by lightning.” 
“That’s highly unlikely,” you intone.
“So is meeting the girl of your dreams and look at me,” he retorts, his voice deepening. He turns his head, lacing more kisses along your other arm.
"Bucky." You try to sound stern but the way he's delicately kissing your skin feels too good for you to keep up the pretense that he's not affecting you, that you don't want to kiss him.
“Yeah,” Bucky bends down, his hands slide around the curve of your jaw and tilt your face up. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me. This is all your fault.” 
Your lips part but no words come out because he’s giving you that look, brighter than the sun and more alluring than the northern lights. It says more than words ever will. You swear he’s perfected it, knowing when to unleash the sheer depths of just how much he loves you with a single glance.
“The problem is that you don’t know what it's like to kiss you. You don't know how good you feel Gorgeous because if you had any idea what your lips feel like when they’re on mine, you’d understand why I want to spend my whole life kissing you.” 
“Oh,” you breathe out, a bashful grin stretches across your face. “I-“
Bucky presses his lips against your forehead. “If you just knew what you do to me, you’d understand why I’m so damn addicted to you.”
Another soft oh gets lodged in your throat. 
More kisses placed across  your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, his stubble brushes over your skin, as he follows the curve of your face down to your lips. He hovers there, so close you can feel his warm, cinnamon scented breath on you.
“One kiss,” he bargains, his tongue darting across his bottom lip as if he can already taste you.
“Just one,” you murmur, eyes closing as you pull him down.
“I’ll have to make it count, then.” His lips brush over yours, soft and smooth, a featherlight caress. His hands hold your face a little tighter and he moves your chin up so he can have more access to your mouth.
He takes his time. His tongue easing past your lips, delving into your mouth with languid strokes, his head tilting as he deepens the kiss.
 If you thought his eyes expressed his love, his lips let you know how much he needs you, more than the air in his lungs. 
He moans your name, swallowing your answering whimper. Your hands move to his hair, the soft locks curling around your fingers.
You don’t know how much time passes or when it goes from sweet and tender to needy and frantic, too caught up in the feel of his lips slotting over yours, engrossed in the way he controls the kiss yet pleads for more and more.
You give into the urge to let him have all of you because he’s giving you everything he has.
His lips slow down until they’re resting on yours, lingering like he can’t bear to pull away.
 “I have to go.” 
He doesn’t want to.
“Uh huh.”
“Ari’s going to be pissed if I’m late again.”
“Yeah, didn’t he say he was going to kick your ass if you did it again?” you sigh out, sucking his kiss-swollen bottom lip into your mouth, biting down until he groans, a deep appreciative noise in the back of his throat that sends heating spiraling through your body.
“Fuck don’t-don’t do that to me,” Bucky says, his hands dropping to your waist, lifting you off the couch with ease, he inhales when you rake your teeth across his lip again.  “You know that’s my weakness.” 
You wrap your legs around him and give him a knowing look. “You started it.”
Bucky cants his head back, his eyes still on your lips, he drags them up your face and your dazed, happy expression fills him with a masculine pride that he did that to you, he’s the reason you’re smiling.
“I’ll tell him you couldn’t keep your hands off me. That I fought to leave, but I’m so damn irresistible you wouldn’t let me go until you had your way with me,” he smirks, strolling to your bedroom. 
“What?” Your head drops back and you burst out laughing. “No one is going to believe you.”
“Eh true,” he replies, tossing you on the bed. He quickly follows, pinning you to the bed. “Since you won’t let me go and you’re going to be the reason I’m late for work,” he says, grinding his hips into yours, his hands cradling your face. “I think I should be compensated with more kisses.” 
“And just how many do you want?” 
Bucky lowers his head, resting his warm, comforting weight on you. “I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.”
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angrythingstarlight · 15 hours ago
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Thank you🥺💝💝💝
If this isn’t mob,biker,or baker Bucky idk what is
Kiss Me Like You Mean It
Summary: Bucky cant start his day without a kiss from you. Maybe two. Three. He'll let you know when he's had enough. "The thing is that you don’t know what its like to kiss you, how good you feel when you're lips are on mine."
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Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Written on my phone. Beta'd by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming. Just a quick something I wrote at work.
《Masterlist》 《Biker Masterlist》 《Library》
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“I need a kiss before I go, Gorgeous,” Bucky request, his gaze focused on your face like this is the first time he’s ever seen you, awed by your beauty.
 “Anything could happen to me...” he trails off, the rough pad of his thumb sweeps across your bottom lip, tugging it down once before letting go as he leverages his large body to trap you on the couch. “And if it does, I want your kiss to be the last thing on my lips”
It’s not the first time he’s done this. You lost count a while ago.
Still every time he gazes down at you with his wide, hopeful blue eyes, his supple bottom lip caught between his pearly white teeth, hands planted beside your head while his cologne, a fragrant mix of fresh rain and smoked cedar settle over you and he begs for one. more. kiss.
Your stomach plummets to your feet and you get a rush of exhilaration that surges up from your veins straight to your head.
The way this man loves you, needs you, adores you is breathtaking and captiving.
You grin, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Really Barnes? You can’t just say something could happen to you, so I have to kiss you. You're only going to the garage, you'll be fine.” 
You’re teasing, and the look on his face is worth every second. Bucky takes it as a challenge, he’s not above persuading you to get what he wants.
“You don’t know that. I need at least five kisses before I leave as just in case,” Placing his forehead on yours, he switches tactics when you don’t budge.
 “Gorgeous, it’s scary out there, how are you going to feel if you let me out there without a kiss and something happens-” 
“You are a six-foot three-”
“Six-four,” Bucky interrupts with a raised brow. 
“Excuse me,” you pop out, mimicking his expression. “Six-four biker. What exactly do you think is going to happen?"
Bucky shrugs one broad shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your forearm. “Anything, Gorgeous. I could get bitten by a rabid spider-” 
“Spiders don’t have rabies,” you say with a lighthearted laugh.
“You can’t prove that.” Bucky’s quick rebuttal makes you laugh harder. 
Undeterred by your insolence, his lips continue to chain kisses up your arm, pausing at your wrist, he nips your pulse point. “Could get struck by lightning.” 
“That’s highly unlikely,” you intone.
“So is meeting the girl of your dreams and look at me,” he retorts, his voice deepening. He turns his head, lacing more kisses along your other arm.
"Bucky." You try to sound stern but the way he's delicately kissing your skin feels too good for you to keep up the pretense that he's not affecting you, that you don't want to kiss him.
“Yeah,” Bucky bends down, his hands slide around the curve of your jaw and tilt your face up. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me. This is all your fault.” 
Your lips part but no words come out because he’s giving you that look, brighter than the sun and more alluring than the northern lights. It says more than words ever will. You swear he’s perfected it, knowing when to unleash the sheer depths of just how much he loves you with a single glance.
“The problem is that you don’t know what it's like to kiss you. You don't know how good you feel Gorgeous because if you had any idea what your lips feel like when they’re on mine, you’d understand why I want to spend my whole life kissing you.” 
“Oh,” you breathe out, a bashful grin stretches across your face. “I-“
Bucky presses his lips against your forehead. “If you just knew what you do to me, you’d understand why I’m so damn addicted to you.”
Another soft oh gets lodged in your throat. 
More kisses placed across  your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, his stubble brushes over your skin, as he follows the curve of your face down to your lips. He hovers there, so close you can feel his warm, cinnamon scented breath on you.
“One kiss,” he bargains, his tongue darting across his bottom lip as if he can already taste you.
“Just one,” you murmur, eyes closing as you pull him down.
“I’ll have to make it count, then.” His lips brush over yours, soft and smooth, a featherlight caress. His hands hold your face a little tighter and he moves your chin up so he can have more access to your mouth.
He takes his time. His tongue easing past your lips, delving into your mouth with languid strokes, his head tilting as he deepens the kiss.
 If you thought his eyes expressed his love, his lips let you know how much he needs you, more than the air in his lungs. 
He moans your name, swallowing your answering whimper. Your hands move to his hair, the soft locks curling around your fingers.
You don’t know how much time passes or when it goes from sweet and tender to needy and frantic, too caught up in the feel of his lips slotting over yours, engrossed in the way he controls the kiss yet pleads for more and more.
You give into the urge to let him have all of you because he’s giving you everything he has.
His lips slow down until they’re resting on yours, lingering like he can’t bear to pull away.
 “I have to go.” 
He doesn’t want to.
“Uh huh.”
“Ari’s going to be pissed if I’m late again.”
“Yeah, didn’t he say he was going to kick your ass if you did it again?” you sigh out, sucking his kiss-swollen bottom lip into your mouth, biting down until he groans, a deep appreciative noise in the back of his throat that sends heating spiraling through your body.
“Fuck don’t-don’t do that to me,” Bucky says, his hands dropping to your waist, lifting you off the couch with ease, he inhales when you rake your teeth across his lip again.  “You know that’s my weakness.” 
You wrap your legs around him and give him a knowing look. “You started it.”
Bucky cants his head back, his eyes still on your lips, he drags them up your face and your dazed, happy expression fills him with a masculine pride that he did that to you, he’s the reason you’re smiling.
“I’ll tell him you couldn’t keep your hands off me. That I fought to leave, but I’m so damn irresistible you wouldn’t let me go until you had your way with me,” he smirks, strolling to your bedroom. 
“What?” Your head drops back and you burst out laughing. “No one is going to believe you.”
“Eh true,” he replies, tossing you on the bed. He quickly follows, pinning you to the bed. “Since you won’t let me go and you’re going to be the reason I’m late for work,” he says, grinding his hips into yours, his hands cradling your face. “I think I should be compensated with more kisses.” 
“And just how many do you want?” 
Bucky lowers his head, resting his warm, comforting weight on you. “I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.”
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angrythingstarlight · 15 hours ago
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Thank you. I was testing the waters so to speak to see if people wanted dark Bucky so I'm happy that you liked this!!!
for sinday/kinks. what would be the first thing Bucky does when you gift him a fresh set of k-bar knives for his birthday?
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Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Knife kink, dub/con, mentions of canon-level violence, implied stalking, yandere Bucky, smut.
A/N: Written on my phone. Unedited.
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“How did you know I wanted this exact set?” Bucky asks with a grin, his delighted tone drifting across the table. “I swear it’s like you read my mind.”
Bucky saunters to you, pushing the opened gift wrapped box across the table with the tip of his metal finger, his heavy boots thud vociferously on the floor with every slow, steady step towards you. The dull roar of your heartbeat in your ears nearly drowned the sound out. He stops before you, glancing down at the box.
Bucky rummages through the collection of knives and selects the longest one, his hand curving around the black and grey handle, he holds it up the light, letting out a sharp whistle.
“Fucking perfect,” he exclaims, his gaze flickers back to you. “Didn’t doubt you for a second. I knew you were ready for me when I saw you go into my favorite shop and pick these out for me солнечный свет.”
“I-I’m so happy солнечный свет.” Bucky glances down at the Happy Birthday Nick written on the card in his hand, his lips flattening as he crumbles it into a small ball.
“Thank you,” he finishes, tossing the card over his shoulder, his smile widening as his eyes rakes over your body.
He tosses the knife up. Silver flashes, catching the sunlight streaming through the curtains. He keeps throwing it, letting it drop closer to your face with each turn. It’s all you can focus on.
Blade.
Handle.
Blade.
Handle.
Blade.
The tip of the knife stops in front of your face, you flinch. The taut ropes don’t let you get far. Fear surges through your veins and your pulse races.
“Oh no,” Bucky inhales sharply. “I wasn’t-“ he laughs with a shake of his head, bending down, he traces over his mask covering your lips. “I would never let anything harm you.”
You try to speak, but the tape under the mask muffles your words, only garbled frantic sounds come out. Bucky slides the sharp edge of the knife down the column of your throat, his movements delicate, careful to not break your sensitive skin. You go still, your heart slams against your ribcage.
“I know, I know,” he says tenderly. He continues down the valley between your breasts, over stomach until he reaches the apex of your thighs. Bucky flips it around, using the end of the handle to push your panties away from your cunt.
“I can’t decide if I want to break in my gift getting rid of him first,” he says, the handle gliding through your folds, circling your clit once, twice. “Or have you christen my knife with your pretty little pussy.”
You push your hips back, mumbling desperately. Bucky nods, tapping your clit as he gazes up at you with piercing blue eyes, a deviant smile brightening his face,
“You’re right, солнечный свет. He should watch me fuck your sweet cunt, so the last thing Nick will ever see is you coming for me.”
He drags the blunt end down to your slit, you clench down instinctively. A smirk slides across his face as he watches it disappear inside you. “And then, I’ll kill him with your cum dripping off the blade.”
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angrythingstarlight · 15 hours ago
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Bucky + Beyonce
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angrythingstarlight · 15 hours ago
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Thank you
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If this isn’t mob,biker,or baker Bucky idk what is
Kiss Me Like You Mean It
Summary: Bucky cant start his day without a kiss from you. Maybe two. Three. He'll let you know when he's had enough. "The thing is that you don’t know what its like to kiss you, how good you feel when you're lips are on mine."
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Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Written on my phone. Beta'd by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming. Just a quick something I wrote at work.
《Masterlist》 《Biker Masterlist》 《Library》
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“I need a kiss before I go, Gorgeous,” Bucky request, his gaze focused on your face like this is the first time he’s ever seen you, awed by your beauty.
 “Anything could happen to me...” he trails off, the rough pad of his thumb sweeps across your bottom lip, tugging it down once before letting go as he leverages his large body to trap you on the couch. “And if it does, I want your kiss to be the last thing on my lips”
It’s not the first time he’s done this. You lost count a while ago.
Still every time he gazes down at you with his wide, hopeful blue eyes, his supple bottom lip caught between his pearly white teeth, hands planted beside your head while his cologne, a fragrant mix of fresh rain and smoked cedar settle over you and he begs for one. more. kiss.
Your stomach plummets to your feet and you get a rush of exhilaration that surges up from your veins straight to your head.
The way this man loves you, needs you, adores you is breathtaking and captiving.
You grin, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Really Barnes? You can’t just say something could happen to you, so I have to kiss you. You're only going to the garage, you'll be fine.” 
You’re teasing, and the look on his face is worth every second. Bucky takes it as a challenge, he’s not above persuading you to get what he wants.
“You don’t know that. I need at least five kisses before I leave as just in case,” Placing his forehead on yours, he switches tactics when you don’t budge.
 “Gorgeous, it’s scary out there, how are you going to feel if you let me out there without a kiss and something happens-” 
“You are a six-foot three-”
“Six-four,” Bucky interrupts with a raised brow. 
“Excuse me,” you pop out, mimicking his expression. “Six-four biker. What exactly do you think is going to happen?"
Bucky shrugs one broad shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your forearm. “Anything, Gorgeous. I could get bitten by a rabid spider-” 
“Spiders don’t have rabies,” you say with a lighthearted laugh.
“You can’t prove that.” Bucky’s quick rebuttal makes you laugh harder. 
Undeterred by your insolence, his lips continue to chain kisses up your arm, pausing at your wrist, he nips your pulse point. “Could get struck by lightning.” 
“That’s highly unlikely,” you intone.
“So is meeting the girl of your dreams and look at me,” he retorts, his voice deepening. He turns his head, lacing more kisses along your other arm.
"Bucky." You try to sound stern but the way he's delicately kissing your skin feels too good for you to keep up the pretense that he's not affecting you, that you don't want to kiss him.
“Yeah,” Bucky bends down, his hands slide around the curve of your jaw and tilt your face up. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me. This is all your fault.” 
Your lips part but no words come out because he’s giving you that look, brighter than the sun and more alluring than the northern lights. It says more than words ever will. You swear he’s perfected it, knowing when to unleash the sheer depths of just how much he loves you with a single glance.
“The problem is that you don’t know what it's like to kiss you. You don't know how good you feel Gorgeous because if you had any idea what your lips feel like when they’re on mine, you’d understand why I want to spend my whole life kissing you.” 
“Oh,” you breathe out, a bashful grin stretches across your face. “I-“
Bucky presses his lips against your forehead. “If you just knew what you do to me, you’d understand why I’m so damn addicted to you.”
Another soft oh gets lodged in your throat. 
More kisses placed across  your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, his stubble brushes over your skin, as he follows the curve of your face down to your lips. He hovers there, so close you can feel his warm, cinnamon scented breath on you.
“One kiss,” he bargains, his tongue darting across his bottom lip as if he can already taste you.
“Just one,” you murmur, eyes closing as you pull him down.
“I’ll have to make it count, then.” His lips brush over yours, soft and smooth, a featherlight caress. His hands hold your face a little tighter and he moves your chin up so he can have more access to your mouth.
He takes his time. His tongue easing past your lips, delving into your mouth with languid strokes, his head tilting as he deepens the kiss.
 If you thought his eyes expressed his love, his lips let you know how much he needs you, more than the air in his lungs. 
He moans your name, swallowing your answering whimper. Your hands move to his hair, the soft locks curling around your fingers.
You don’t know how much time passes or when it goes from sweet and tender to needy and frantic, too caught up in the feel of his lips slotting over yours, engrossed in the way he controls the kiss yet pleads for more and more.
You give into the urge to let him have all of you because he’s giving you everything he has.
His lips slow down until they’re resting on yours, lingering like he can’t bear to pull away.
 “I have to go.” 
He doesn’t want to.
“Uh huh.”
“Ari’s going to be pissed if I’m late again.”
“Yeah, didn’t he say he was going to kick your ass if you did it again?” you sigh out, sucking his kiss-swollen bottom lip into your mouth, biting down until he groans, a deep appreciative noise in the back of his throat that sends heating spiraling through your body.
“Fuck don’t-don’t do that to me,” Bucky says, his hands dropping to your waist, lifting you off the couch with ease, he inhales when you rake your teeth across his lip again.  “You know that’s my weakness.” 
You wrap your legs around him and give him a knowing look. “You started it.”
Bucky cants his head back, his eyes still on your lips, he drags them up your face and your dazed, happy expression fills him with a masculine pride that he did that to you, he’s the reason you’re smiling.
“I’ll tell him you couldn’t keep your hands off me. That I fought to leave, but I’m so damn irresistible you wouldn’t let me go until you had your way with me,” he smirks, strolling to your bedroom. 
“What?” Your head drops back and you burst out laughing. “No one is going to believe you.”
“Eh true,” he replies, tossing you on the bed. He quickly follows, pinning you to the bed. “Since you won’t let me go and you’re going to be the reason I’m late for work,” he says, grinding his hips into yours, his hands cradling your face. “I think I should be compensated with more kisses.” 
“And just how many do you want?” 
Bucky lowers his head, resting his warm, comforting weight on you. “I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.”
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angrythingstarlight · 15 hours ago
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“When he's away on business, she likes to use his office to hold meetings with her stuffed animals and bodyguards.”
When I read this I started laughing so hard while awwing at the same time, thinking how goddamn cute it would be.
How did her parents react when they first heard and then saw her do it. Especially when her mom got her the little suit like her dads. So his bumblebee is a little mini him? How did he react? Does she want a arm like her dad too? So maybe she colors in her arm 😂
How do bumblebee and her dad react to maybe a baby number too? A ladybug or maybe favorite butterfly? I can’t think of a cute nickname for a boy with a bug theme at the moment.
Anyway, Have a nice day and I look forward to reading more of your excellent work 🙂😀☀️
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1. The office
Malyshka thought it was the cutest thing when she got invited to Bumblebee's meeting. She had to help her get on his chair and ended up putting a booster seat down so the Bumblebee could reach the desk. She ended recording everything for Bucky. He stopped in the middle of an interrogation to watch her. That first meeting is the reason he had Francine put snacks and juice in the office.
2. Clothes
She does dress like him whenever she's holding meetings or when he takes her to his office. So she has tiny matching suits and colorful ties to go with them Otherwise she likes to dress like her mine. And most recently she's taken to dressing like her favorite ballerina.
3. His arm
She loves Bucky's arm. Uncle Steve drew a few tattoos on her arm with a marker and Uncle Sam bought her peel on stickers after it took them forever to get the sharpie off her chubby little arms.
4. The baby question would be a spoiler...
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for sinday/kinks. what would be the first thing Bucky does when you gift him a fresh set of k-bar knives for his birthday?
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Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Knife kink, dub/con, mentions of canon-level violence, implied stalking, yandere Bucky, smut.
A/N: Written on my phone. Unedited.
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“How did you know I wanted this exact set?” Bucky asks with a grin, his delighted tone drifting across the table. “I swear it’s like you read my mind.”
Bucky saunters to you, pushing the opened gift wrapped box across the table with the tip of his metal finger, his heavy boots thud vociferously on the floor with every slow, steady step towards you. The dull roar of your heartbeat in your ears nearly drowned the sound out. He stops before you, glancing down at the box.
Bucky rummages through the collection of knives and selects the longest one, his hand curving around the black and grey handle, he holds it up the light, letting out a sharp whistle.
“Fucking perfect,” he exclaims, his gaze flickers back to you. “Didn’t doubt you for a second. I knew you were ready for me when I saw you go into my favorite shop and pick these out for me солнечный свет.”
“I-I’m so happy солнечный свет.” Bucky glances down at the Happy Birthday Nick written on the card in his hand, his lips flattening as he crumbles it into a small ball.
“Thank you,” he finishes, tossing the card over his shoulder, his smile widening as his eyes rakes over your body.
He tosses the knife up. Silver flashes, catching the sunlight streaming through the curtains. He keeps throwing it, letting it drop closer to your face with each turn. It’s all you can focus on.
Blade.
Handle.
Blade.
Handle.
Blade.
The tip of the knife stops in front of your face, you flinch. The taut ropes don’t let you get far. Fear surges through your veins and your pulse races.
“Oh no,” Bucky inhales sharply. “I wasn’t-“ he laughs with a shake of his head, bending down, he traces over his mask covering your lips. “I would never let anything harm you.”
You try to speak, but the tape under the mask muffles your words, only garbled frantic sounds come out. Bucky slides the sharp edge of the knife down the column of your throat, his movements delicate, careful to not break your sensitive skin. You go still, your heart slams against your ribcage.
“I know, I know,” he says tenderly. He continues down the valley between your breasts, over stomach until he reaches the apex of your thighs. Bucky flips it around, using the end of the handle to push your panties away from your cunt.
“I can’t decide if I want to break in my gift getting rid of him first,” he says, the handle gliding through your folds, circling your clit once, twice. “Or have you christen my knife with your pretty little pussy.”
You push your hips back, mumbling desperately. Bucky nods, tapping your clit as he gazes up at you with piercing blue eyes, a deviant smile brightening his face,
“You’re right, солнечный свет. He should watch me fuck your sweet cunt, so the last thing Nick will ever see is you coming for me.”
He drags the blunt end down to your slit, you clench down instinctively. A smirk slides across his face as he watches it disappear inside you. “And then, I’ll kill him with your cum dripping off the blade.”
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angrythingstarlight · 16 hours ago
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ransom thing?? did i miss some chubby baker bucky angst??
Yeah it was posted a few weeks ago, you can find it on the library blog!
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angrythingstarlight · 16 hours ago
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I'm glad I could cheer you up🥺🥺
If this isn’t mob,biker,or baker Bucky idk what is
Kiss Me Like You Mean It
Summary: Bucky cant start his day without a kiss from you. Maybe two. Three. He'll let you know when he's had enough. "The thing is that you don’t know what its like to kiss you, how good you feel when you're lips are on mine."
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Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Written on my phone. Beta'd by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming. Just a quick something I wrote at work.
《Masterlist》 《Biker Masterlist》 《Library》
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“I need a kiss before I go, Gorgeous,” Bucky request, his gaze focused on your face like this is the first time he’s ever seen you, awed by your beauty.
 “Anything could happen to me...” he trails off, the rough pad of his thumb sweeps across your bottom lip, tugging it down once before letting go as he leverages his large body to trap you on the couch. “And if it does, I want your kiss to be the last thing on my lips”
It’s not the first time he’s done this. You lost count a while ago.
Still every time he gazes down at you with his wide, hopeful blue eyes, his supple bottom lip caught between his pearly white teeth, hands planted beside your head while his cologne, a fragrant mix of fresh rain and smoked cedar settle over you and he begs for one. more. kiss.
Your stomach plummets to your feet and you get a rush of exhilaration that surges up from your veins straight to your head.
The way this man loves you, needs you, adores you is breathtaking and captiving.
You grin, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Really Barnes? You can’t just say something could happen to you, so I have to kiss you. You're only going to the garage, you'll be fine.” 
You’re teasing, and the look on his face is worth every second. Bucky takes it as a challenge, he’s not above persuading you to get what he wants.
“You don’t know that. I need at least five kisses before I leave as just in case,” Placing his forehead on yours, he switches tactics when you don’t budge.
 “Gorgeous, it’s scary out there, how are you going to feel if you let me out there without a kiss and something happens-” 
“You are a six-foot three-”
“Six-four,” Bucky interrupts with a raised brow. 
“Excuse me,” you pop out, mimicking his expression. “Six-four biker. What exactly do you think is going to happen?"
Bucky shrugs one broad shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your forearm. “Anything, Gorgeous. I could get bitten by a rabid spider-” 
“Spiders don’t have rabies,” you say with a lighthearted laugh.
“You can’t prove that.” Bucky’s quick rebuttal makes you laugh harder. 
Undeterred by your insolence, his lips continue to chain kisses up your arm, pausing at your wrist, he nips your pulse point. “Could get struck by lightning.” 
“That’s highly unlikely,” you intone.
“So is meeting the girl of your dreams and look at me,” he retorts, his voice deepening. He turns his head, lacing more kisses along your other arm.
"Bucky." You try to sound stern but the way he's delicately kissing your skin feels too good for you to keep up the pretense that he's not affecting you, that you don't want to kiss him.
“Yeah,” Bucky bends down, his hands slide around the curve of your jaw and tilt your face up. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me. This is all your fault.” 
Your lips part but no words come out because he’s giving you that look, brighter than the sun and more alluring than the northern lights. It says more than words ever will. You swear he’s perfected it, knowing when to unleash the sheer depths of just how much he loves you with a single glance.
“The problem is that you don’t know what it's like to kiss you. You don't know how good you feel Gorgeous because if you had any idea what your lips feel like when they’re on mine, you’d understand why I want to spend my whole life kissing you.” 
“Oh,” you breathe out, a bashful grin stretches across your face. “I-“
Bucky presses his lips against your forehead. “If you just knew what you do to me, you’d understand why I’m so damn addicted to you.”
Another soft oh gets lodged in your throat. 
More kisses placed across  your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, his stubble brushes over your skin, as he follows the curve of your face down to your lips. He hovers there, so close you can feel his warm, cinnamon scented breath on you.
“One kiss,” he bargains, his tongue darting across his bottom lip as if he can already taste you.
“Just one,” you murmur, eyes closing as you pull him down.
“I’ll have to make it count, then.” His lips brush over yours, soft and smooth, a featherlight caress. His hands hold your face a little tighter and he moves your chin up so he can have more access to your mouth.
He takes his time. His tongue easing past your lips, delving into your mouth with languid strokes, his head tilting as he deepens the kiss.
 If you thought his eyes expressed his love, his lips let you know how much he needs you, more than the air in his lungs. 
He moans your name, swallowing your answering whimper. Your hands move to his hair, the soft locks curling around your fingers.
You don’t know how much time passes or when it goes from sweet and tender to needy and frantic, too caught up in the feel of his lips slotting over yours, engrossed in the way he controls the kiss yet pleads for more and more.
You give into the urge to let him have all of you because he’s giving you everything he has.
His lips slow down until they’re resting on yours, lingering like he can’t bear to pull away.
 “I have to go.” 
He doesn’t want to.
“Uh huh.”
“Ari’s going to be pissed if I’m late again.”
“Yeah, didn’t he say he was going to kick your ass if you did it again?” you sigh out, sucking his kiss-swollen bottom lip into your mouth, biting down until he groans, a deep appreciative noise in the back of his throat that sends heating spiraling through your body.
“Fuck don’t-don’t do that to me,” Bucky says, his hands dropping to your waist, lifting you off the couch with ease, he inhales when you rake your teeth across his lip again.  “You know that’s my weakness.” 
You wrap your legs around him and give him a knowing look. “You started it.”
Bucky cants his head back, his eyes still on your lips, he drags them up your face and your dazed, happy expression fills him with a masculine pride that he did that to you, he’s the reason you’re smiling.
“I’ll tell him you couldn’t keep your hands off me. That I fought to leave, but I’m so damn irresistible you wouldn’t let me go until you had your way with me,” he smirks, strolling to your bedroom. 
“What?” Your head drops back and you burst out laughing. “No one is going to believe you.”
“Eh true,” he replies, tossing you on the bed. He quickly follows, pinning you to the bed. “Since you won’t let me go and you’re going to be the reason I’m late for work,” he says, grinding his hips into yours, his hands cradling your face. “I think I should be compensated with more kisses.” 
“And just how many do you want?” 
Bucky lowers his head, resting his warm, comforting weight on you. “I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.”
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