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pocketfullofnerdy · 2 years

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PLZ DO A BREEDING KINK FOR COWBOY!BUCKY IM BEGGING AT THIS POINT (also speaking of begging, add that in too since we at it hehe) 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Brace yourself darlings, because things are about to get 💦dirty💦 and we're all gonna need to go pray very hard for our souls when this is over.

Thank you Nonnie for this encouragement and for all of you really for being the best pals a girl could ask for 😍

Ok let's ride.....

Warnings: breeding kink, bondage, p in v, blowies, slight choking, slight spanking, dirty talking cowboy....

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During the hot summer Bucky asked you to spend a few weeks with him at his Ranch to help him out. You were a little skeptical because despite his endless guidance, you weren't very good at the whole farm work thing.

As it turned out, he wanted you to help manage the extra workers, do some paperwork and some of the smaller farm jobs that you quite liked. Nights however were where his true intentions came to light. He spent many sweaty hours fucking you into the mattress, testing out different rope ties on you and generally making sure you would never walk straight again.

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One afternoon you were walking around the ranch, looking for Bucky when you headed into a big barn where you found him throwing bales of hay into a stack, his shirt off and muscles straining with the work. You totally forgot why you were looking for him and took a seat on a bale and watched him while he worked.

He smirked when he saw you take a seat and threw one more bale before moving over towards you, stopping right between your legs and tilting your head up to look at him. "Whatcha doin darlin?" You shook your head and shrugged, "I have no idea... Lost my train of thought just now..." You both chuckled as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and you traced your fingers over his sweaty chest. "You got much more to do in here?" You asked and he nodded towards another pile, but behind it, something caught your eye.

"What the heck is that?" You hopped up and headed over to what looked like a large metal pillory and he chuckled, joining you by the medieval looking contraption. "It's a breeding stock. You put a heifer in there and the bull comes in and breeds her. It's very old fashioned baby, I don't use that stuff but it's a little bit of history I guess..."

He watched as your fingers trialed over the metal work and you bent over prodding your head through the hole. It was possible Bucky blacked out for a moment, seeing you in such a position and a very filthy thought filled his head. "Hmmm interesting stuff? Ok well if I remember I'll come back, otherwise I'll see you later" and with that you pressed a kiss to his cheek and left the barn.

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That evening you were sitting in Bucky's lap on a rocking chair on the porch. The air was cool and refreshing after a hot day and his lips pressed absent-mindedly on your smooth shoulder as you watched fireflies in the distance.

"You wanna go upstairs?" You muttered, reaching your hand back to stroke his hair, head turning to kiss him sweetly. He hummed and rocked the chair a little more. "I got something else in mind... If you want it?" Your eyebrows raised and your thighs squeezed together, "I think I could be persuaded, cowboy" you whispered and he pressed a few more kisses to your skin before nudging you to stand.

He took your hand and walked you towards the barn you sat in earlier that day and he led you inside where you were met with the stock contraption you'd thought about all day long. He pulled the straps of your sundress down your arms and pulled until your dress pooled around your feet on the floor. He waited for you for a moment, wrapping his arms around your tummy, sucking marks on your neck as you contemplated the game before you.

You shimmed out of your panties and walked forward, bringing him with you and he couldn't help the growl that escaped his lips. "You gonna breed me Bucky?" You whispered, your voice shaking with excitement as you gripped the metal in front of you. "You want that baby?" He asked you pressing his denim clad cock against your bare ass and you nodded, making him tut, "out loud darling, you know the rules..." You leaned back against him with a whine. "Please Bucky, breed me."

He helped you settle into the metal bars, your stomach supported, legs and arms spread apart, your whole body on display for him, you aching heat the sole focus of his vision. For good measure, he secured your ankles with his favourite rope, kissing your limbs as he did so. "So beautiful baby, gonna fill that pretty cunt up to the brim" as he spoke his hands glided over your skin and he sunk a thumb into your dripping hole, making you whine.

"Beg me baby...beg me to fill you up" was all his said and he walked around to look at you, your face flushed from his minimal attention and eyes locked on his cock, which he had freed from his jeans. "Please Bucky, please.... Fill me up... Wanna be full of your come... Please? I'm good... Been good for you... Please?" He ran his fingers through your pretty locks and pressed his crotch into your face, where you instinctively started licking and sucking at his balls and cock making him groan. "Ooooh you are a good girl. My dirty little girl." He let you carry on for a while, knowing this would only make you wetter and more desperate for him when the time came for him to fuck you senseless. He pulled you off him with a pop and let your head fall forward, as he walked back around to take his place. "I promise you one thing baby, I ain't gonna stop until that pussy is puffy and full ok?" His fingers spread your pussy lips apart and then he sunk into you, the sound of your arousal filling the air, followed closely by the sound of him pounding away at you. He kept one hand possessively on your back while he gripped the metal bar for more purchase. His groans mixed with your cries and you could only lie there and take all he was giving you.

You babbled his name, for God, for more, over and over until you lost track of how long you'd been there. He fucked through your own orgasm, chasing his own and filling you with his first load. He landed some slaps on your ass making you gasp and he soothed it quickly after. He came back around to the front and wiped away tears and drool from your face before kissing you hard, taking any breath you might have had away.

"Buckkyyy" you whined and he kissed you again. "I know darling, doing so well for me. God you're gonna look so pretty when I getcha knocked up huh? But we gotta put the work in now right?" You could only nod as he reached through the bars and squeezed at your breasts as they hung low and unsupported. They were extra sensitive, so when he tweaked and flicked at your nipples you writhed and squealed as the feeling shot straight to your core.

"Such a little whore ain't ya? I bet I could leave you here until tomorrow night for all the boys to have a go and you'd love it wouldn't ya? Wouldn't know who fucked ya, but you wouldn't care, long as you got some cock in those perfect holes?"

You whined and he sank two fingers into your mouth and gagged you on them, you choked and shook your head. "No? Only want me huh?" You nodded as he kept choking you until he pulled his fingers out and rubbed his wet hand over your face. "Well good, cos no one is fucking that pussy 'cept me"

He stood up again, pride and lust coursing through his veins. "Let's put that mouth to better use baby...."

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True to his word, your pussy was full to the brim and puffy when he was finished. No part of your body had escaped his handiwork. Your skin was littered with hickeys and bruises from kisses. Your muscles twitched and your joints ached from pulling on ropes. But you were floating like a cloud, every touch was like a kiss and his voice rumbled through you like distant thunder.

You felt the ropes drop from your ankles and his strong arms wrap around your tummy before you were lifted off the device and into his arms. He sat on a hay bale and wrapped you up in his arms. You lulled on his shoulder for a moment before you locked eyes with him and smiled at each other. "There's my good girl, Jesus baby you did so well, a prize heifer if I ever saw one." You giggled and swatted your hand at his arm, but missed in your wobbly state. He took it in his own hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing each finger in turn before turning to press more kisses to your cheeks and finally your lips.

"I'm not a heifer" you pouted and he laughed before apologising with a perfect kiss. "Oh and I want the day off tomorrow" you sighed closing your eyes and leaning your head on his shoulder. "Fine by me darling. You're gonna have to get used to taking it easy now, besides we have to do this allll again tomorrow!"

This time you did manage to land a swat on his arm and be chuckled as he carried you back to the house, filling your mind with what the future might hold for you both as well as promises of kisses, cuddles and a nice breakfast in the morning.

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pocketfullofnerdy · 2 years

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Don’t Be A Stranger

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Summary: Your rough night takes an interesting turn when you meet an old friend and a stranger.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: some insecurity, self-doubt and tad bit of angst sksksks

A/N: Been a while since I last wrote so please forgive me for this messy piece lmao

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“So will I see you again?”

The awkward smile on your face was enough to let your date know that no, definitely not. Not even if he was introduced by a good friend of yours. He was a bit narcissistic and kept on talking shit about his work colleagues.

“Are you kidding me?” John snickered when you politely turned him down.

You shrugged, “I just…I don’t see this going anywhere. I just don’t think we get along well.” You explained and awkwardly stood outside the restaurant.

John rolled his eyes, “That’s probably the reason why no one wants you. Bitch.” He huffed out and brushed past you.

You gasped in disbelief because John was such a gentleman the entire night. But then again, the rejection merely showed his true colors so that was quite a win for you.

“What a fucking dick.” You said with a bitter chuckle.

Letting out a sigh, you checked your watch for the time and realized that it was still too early to head home. Besides, it was a Friday and maybe your friends would want to hang out to cap off the week.

Except that they were all booked— either they were out with their work colleagues or out on a date.

You weren’t one to feel pity for yourself for being single for a long time now, but times like this, you sometimes wished you had someone to keep you company.

It wasn’t like you were desperate for love but looking back on your dating history, it was obvious that you were quite unlucky. None of the men you went out with turned into a full relationship. They were either not ready to commit or just…didn’t like you back.

Fuck John for being a douchebag, you didn’t like him that much anyway but his words made you wonder whether you were the problem all along.

None of your previous dates worked out in your favor and the last time you actually genuinely liked someone, he ended up rejecting you despite the chemistry you felt the two of you had.

“Guess it’s just me, myself and I tonight. Again.” You sighed and decided to go to the bar you frequented at.

“Oh thank god, you’re here.” You heaved out a sigh of relief upon seeing your favorite bartender turned good friend, Natasha, at the bar.

Nat chuckled as she watched you heavily sit up on the stool, “Rough date night?” She asked with interest, knowing what your agenda was for the night.

You groaned, “If it was a successful one I wouldn’t be here.”

“Too bad for you but great news for me because with the kind of drink I’m gonna make for you, you’re gonna be tipping me real good.” Nat teased, ignoring your half-hearted protest while mixing up your drink.

She was right though, because aside from her amazing cocktails and great service, you actually really liked the bar’s ambiance.

It wasn’t the kind of bar with smoke machines and loud music, it had a very chill vibe which is why you liked it. Most of the crowd tonight were a groups of friends and couples, in fact, you were the only one who didn’t have any company.

It was rare for you to feel emotional about being alone but with everything that happened tonight, you decided to allow yourself to sulk and feel pretty shitty about it.

Nat handed you your cocktail with a wink before excusing herself to tend to the other customers, leaving you to simply entertain yourself.

As if you weren’t feeling pretty bad enough, you just had to see a particular someone walk in the bar with a beautiful woman trailing behind him.

“Fuck!” You grunted, choking on your drink.

“You okay?” Nat rushed over to you, quickly fetching you a glass of water.

You coughed a couple more times before turning your back to the entrance, clearly hiding from someone. “He’s here!” You whispered.

Nat frowned, “Who’s here?” she asked, stretching his neck to scan the surroundings.

“Bucky!” You responded.

The worried look on Nat’s face quickly turned into an amused grin, there was a hint if disbelief in there but mostly amusement.

“The guy who ghosted you?” Nat said before shaking her head, “Sorry, I meant to say…the guy you really liked but left you hanging.” She corrected herself.

You grimaced at her, “Shut up. That was a long time ago.” You said, still hiding ever so subtly.

Nat narrowed her eyes at you, “I thought you were over him.”

“I am but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to see him again!” You grunted, “C’mon, help me find an escape!”

Nat smirked, “I would, but I think it’s too late for that.”

Frowning again, you scrunch your face in irritation, “What do you mea—“

“I knew it was you.”

God fucking dammit.

Nat merely shrugged her shoulders before teasingly blowing you a kiss, disappearing behind the bar counter to leave you to deal with none other than Bucky.

And his girl. Great.

Slowly turning around, you tried your hardest to look surprised to see him, “Bucky? Wow, I didn’t think you would recognize me.” You awkwardly laugh.

It’s been a little over two years since you last saw him and yet nothing’s changed about him. If any, he had gotten even more handsome— his jawline was still chiseled as ever, eyes the bluest you’d seen. Time has been very kind to him, you sort of hated it.

He looked pleased to see you much to your surprise. How ironic given how awkward he was the last time you two spent time together. The memories were enough to remind you how frustrated you were with what happened.

“I’d recognize you from a mile away.” He said with a small smile.

Hold up, was that your heart accelerating?! You were supposed to hate him after what he did, why the hell did butterflies erupt in your stomach?!

You were close to getting lost in his eyes— again— until Bucky turned to the woman beside him, placing a hand on the small of her back as he introduced her to you.

“This is Naomi, my…uhhh” Bucky said, turning over to Naomi who lightly chuckled.

“Girlfriend. We got into a relationship recently so the whole label thingy is new to us.” She explained, extending her arm for a handshake.

Bucky nodded, “Right. Yes.” He said and introduced you, “She’s…she’s an old friend.”

You felt your chest tighten at the mention of being just an old friend. Technically speaking, you were an old friend but given your history with Bucky, you felt like at some point you were more than just a friend.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you shook Naomi’s hand and took it as an opportunity to take a good look at her.

She was tall and had a great body, you could tell that she was fit. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up into a neat ponytail and she just exuded confidence right off the bat.

You wondered how she met Bucky and what was so special about her. There was a slight pang in your heart as you let your thoughts take over your mind.

It could’ve been you.

All this time you thought you were over Bucky, hell, your friends told you that what you had with him wasn’t even that special. What did they call it? A “situationship”? Maybe to them it was just a harmless fling, to you though, it meant more than that.

You thought you were fine but now you were back to wondering where it went wrong. Where you went wrong.

Naomi spoke up and snapped you out of your thoughts, the next thing you knew you were somewhat third-wheeling them when they ended up joining you by the bar.

Despite the countless times you glared at Nat asking for help, none worked because customers started to flood in keeping her occupied.

Apparently, Bucky met Naomi at the gym and they instantly got along well. They shared the same hobbies and with Naomi’s figure and face, who could blame Bucky for asking her out?

You wanted to hate her for making it seem so easy to make Bucky attracted to her. God, you wanted to diss her and roll your eyes at her but she seemed nice. It would only make you look like the bad guy if you hated her.

“So how’d you and Bucky meet?” Naomi asked.

Oh no. You tried to scramble your brain for something but panic got the best of you. However, Bucky swooped in and managed to stay calm as he talked.

“Sam is our mutual friend. I wasn’t the friendliest back then but she was patient and kind. We got along really well.” Bucky explained, looking at you with those eyes that made your knees buckle.

Your heart skipped a beat when he looked at you like that, but you were quick to put out the fire that almost sparked within you because no, you weren’t going to give in to your false assumptions.

Besides, Naomi was around and it would be rude to think that maybe, Bucky realized that he felt the same way for you.

“And did you guys stop hanging out? Seems like it’s been a while since you last caught up with each other.” Naomi asked.

“I’m sorry if I sounded nosy!” She quickly caught herself, “It’s just that I haven’t met any of Bucky’s friends aside from Sam and knowing that he has a female friend that I can hang out with excites me.” She laughed.

Bucky seemed embarrassed and brushed her off, trying to change the topic. But something about seeing him again made you snap.

“Life happened, I guess.” You said nonchalantly, meeting Bucky’s gaze with coldness in your eyes.

“Sometimes people grow apart and you have no idea why.” You added and noticed how taken aback Bucky was.

The silence was a bit awkward and before things could go out of hand, you let out a light laugh and shrugged, “Work got in the way, been very busy with it. But I’m glad we ran into each other again!” You said with faux enthusiasm.

“And I’m glad he has you now, Naomi! I never thought there would come a day when Bucky would be brave enough to get into a relationship.” You added before finishing your drink in one go.

Naomi laughed before agreeing about work getting in the way of friendships. Thankfully, she didn’t seem suspicious of your and Bucky’s past. She excused herself to go to the restroom and kissed Bucky’s cheek before walking away.

Just like that, the atmosphere between you and Bucky changed. You could feel the tension brewing and you were sure Bucky was aware of it too. You decided to keep quiet but he was the first to break the silence.

“How have you been?” He asked.

“Good.” You curtly responded.

Bucky nodded, “I’m sorry if I—“

“We don’t have to talk about it, Bucky. It’s been years and we’re both adults, sometimes things just don’t work out.” You felt pathetic because that was how it was supposed to be and yet you still couldn’t let go of Bucky after all this time.

Maybe he’s the reason why your recent dates and flings never worked out. Because you were so hung up on him even though what you had with him was never official.

You were hoping that one day, he’d come to his senses and regret that he left you hanging. You thought it was going to be today but then Naomi was in the picture.

You felt bitter, you finally admitted it.

Bucky was the one who ghosted you and he got to have the happy ending while you suffered? That didn’t seem fair and maybe you were being petty right now but with the alcohol influencing your emotions, you wanted to get back at him.

You wanted to make him feel bad for leaving you like that, you wanted to prove to him that you were doing so much better than him even after what he did.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Bucky asked.

Naomi returned and wrapped around Bucky’s arm, “What are you two talking about?” She asked with a smile.

“Just asked her whether she’s seeing someone.” Bucky said with a small smile.

Naomi’s eyes glinted with excitement, “Fun! Are you? Because I would love to go on a double date, right Buck?”

There was something in the way Bucky looked at you that you couldn’t quite understand. It was as if he was nervous to know whether you were in fact, seeing someone, like he was hoping you weren’t.

That was when an idea popped into your mind the same time your eyes caught sight of someone who just entered the bar.

Without thinking twice, you nodded with a smirk, “I am and he’s actually about to join us.”

The man you were eyeing looked a bit older than Bucky, he was tanned and had a pair of smoldering eyes that could command an entire room with a single look. Dark and curly hair with a stance that oozed with authority— he was perfect.

“Hey, stranger!” You called out.

The man looked at you in confusion and despite your nerves, you managed to beckon for him to come closer.

His thick brows furrowed when he reached you, opening his mouth to probably ask who the hell you were. But you were quick to shut him up when you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

The kiss probably didn’t last long but it felt like time slowed down when your lips met his. He didn’t return it but didn’t push you away either. Before pulling apart, you stole a quick glance at Bucky and smirked when you saw the frown on his face.

You pulled away from the kiss but only to press another one on the man’s cheek, near his ear before whispering, “Play along, please.”

“What took you so long?” You asked, wiping the hint of lipstick on the stranger’s lips using your thumb.

You almost thought that he was going to freak out and embarrass you, but then he grabbed your wrist before you could even remove your hand from his face and press a kiss on your palm.

“Sorry, babe. Got held up at work.” He said.

You subtly let out a sigh of relief before turning to Bucky and Naomi, “This is Bucky, an old friend…” you said with emphasis, “and his girlfriend, Naomi.”

And then you looked at the stranger worriedly when you realized that he was that— a stranger, whose name you didn’t even ask.

Not like you had a chance to do so with the bold stunt you just pulled.

“And this is my boyfriend…” you carefully trailed, glancing at the man nervously.

He cleared his throat and extended his arm, firmly shaking Bucky’s hand first before introducing himself.

“Marc. Marc Spector.”

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pocketfullofnerdy · 2 years

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What Happens In Vegas

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Warnings: language, drinking, mouthy Bucky, quick smut, mostly angst Word Count: 869 Synopsis: This was not what either of you had come to Vegas for. A/N: Been having thoughts about this for a couple of weeks now. I don't know what this will be if anything more. I have a little bit more written but it can just stand alone as a one-shot too. We'll see what happens. Not beata'd.

The pounding in your skull was second only to the sheer panic that flooded you the second you managed to pull awake in the dark.

Completely naked your eyes did a quick survey of exactly where you were. “Shit,” the quiet curse falling from your lips as you slid out of the bed quiet as a mouse. “Fuck. You stupid fuck.”

Fumbling around in the dark your hands sought out the familiar texture of your clothes, blindly shuffling against the short course carpet on your hands and knees. Fingers finding the edge of a pair of pants you prayed they belonged to you.

“You stupid fuck,” the harsh reprimand fell from your lips as you struggled to fit your leg into the turned-out sleeve of your jeans. Heart sinking as you thought about the pair of panties you were abandoning, a particular throb to your skull had you pausing and clutching your head as the room began to spin. “Stupid tequila.”

What the hell had happened last night?

There were clear memories and then there were hazy ones. You could clearly remember flying into Vegas with the throng of women you barely knew for your mutual friend Abigail's bachelorette party. You remember everyone getting gaudy pink sashes before boarding. You remembered doing shots on the plane. You remembered checking in to the hotel.

Then the limo came and things got spotty.

Cheering.

Dancing.

The strip club.

The Lux.

Another strip club.

Another casino.

The fountain.

The hotel bar and then…

Your mind was blank after you returned to the hotel bar.

Now here you were in a room that was most definitely not yours.

Leaning back your hand brushed over the soft lacy edge of your panties and you snatched them up immediately. That was when your mind graced you with a pristine moment of clarity.

The weight of a heavy body against you. Legs spread and fingers that were not your own looped into the band of the sopping wet panties. Desperate kisses bordering on unhinged against your lips, stealing every ounce of air you could take in. Always too much and never enough.

He pulled a mewling cry from your lips as his fingers worked against your sensitive nub and under the elastic of your panties.

“That’s it. That’s my girl, open up for me,” he purred, the praise easily falling from his sinful lips.

And you relished in it. Loving the sweet drag of his tongue over your shoulder before laying his teeth on you with a growl just as your hand began stroking his cock, “That’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

Embarrassment was hot in your veins as another curse slipped past your lips as you frantically stuffed them into your pocket and resumed trying to get back into your pants. You had to get the hell out of here.

Above you, there was a shuffling of sheets. A restless moment in sleep, well deserved according to your patchy memory, that had you pausing quietly on the floor. You waited patiently for the sound of heaving breathing to resume before you peaked over the edge of the bed.

One foot stuck out from beneath the rumpled sheets and duvet, other than that they’d fallen back into a peaceful slumber.

“Thank god,” you heaved a quiet sigh of relief. “That was close.”

Managing to wrestle the other leg into your jeans you hastily zipped and buttoned them before beginning the search for your bra or shirt. Resolved that whichever you found first was what you were going to be wearing out the door.

At this point, you were not above leaving semi-topless.

Hands shuffling along the floor you searched, arms sweeping in front of you when out of nowhere the bedside lamp clicked on. In an instant, your heart was in your throat. Dread formed deep in the pit of your stomach as a shadow loomed over you.

Swallowing hard, you looked up from the horribly patterned carpet to the imposing and nude form standing over you. Knelt on the foot of the bed towering over you, his hands resting on his hips and semi-erect cock practically waving in your face was Bucky Barnes.

His hair was skewed and tousled either from sleep or whatever had happened between you both last night. The bedside lamp glints off his black metal arm as blue eyes leer down at you.

Your gaze betrayed you, briefly darting down to his cock and back to his face in time to see a rueful smile pull at the edge of his lips, “Where do you think you’re going, my blushing bride?”

The fear of being caught sneaking out was nothing compared to the alarming unease that threatened to swallow you whole now.

Suddenly you were very interested in his left hand. The shining metal mocked you as your eyes followed it from his shoulder all the way down. There it was, wrapped delicately around his third vibranium digit, shining gold, a ring.

A wedding ring.

Eyes snapped down to your own hand as you lifted it into the air. The matching gold band staring back at you. Daintily wrapped around your finger as fate herself laughed in your face.

“What the fuck!”

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pocketfullofnerdy · 2 years

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So. Would. I. Yes! Let's do it.

The Party (Crush Drabble)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

Summary: You try to play it cool after you and Javi sleep together for the first time. Easier said than done.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (By proceeding to read beyond this warning, you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older)

Content: Explicit Smut (Risk of Getting Caught, Dirty Talk, Size Kink, Innocence Kink, Outdoor Sex, Fingering, Sex against a Wall), Age Gap (15 years), Yearning, Pining, Insecurity, Gabe being the best

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: Happy Crush Day, friends! A little something to tide us over until Part VI. This happens directly after Part I. There are no spoilers for later parts but some references you might catch if you're caught up.

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Calm. Cool. Casual.

Polite wave. Happy smile. Yes, I will get that recipe from my mamá. Yes, my papá is very glad I’m away from that city. Yes, I’m delighted to be back home.

Wave again. Smile again. Act like your whole world didn’t tilt on its axis when Javier turned and put you on his bed.

Easy.

How many minutes has it been since you left his room? How many minutes until you can go back?

You still want this?

Did he really think you wouldn’t? After that? Did he think you’d change your mind after he’d made it impossible for you to think at all?

You wish you were still with him, still touching him, still feeling him. Overwhelming and in control and…sweet? The way praise had tumbled from his mouth and fallen right into your eager ears. You weren’t sure what you had expected. In all the times you’d pictured what it would be like to…

Perfect. He’d told you that you were perfect.

“Why are you smiling like a lunatic?”

You jump before you turn to glare at Gabe, your brother who is closest to you in age and who has sidled up next to you as you stand on the edge of the patio with a new bottle of water. God, you’re so freaking thirsty, and you don’t think it has anything to do with the heat.

“I am not.”

“You are. And you can’t possibly be enjoying yourself that much at this party…right?” He raises his eyebrows at you, and you roll your eyes before looking quickly away.

I wouldn’t be so sure.

You make a noncommittal noise. “It’s just nice to see everyone, that’s all.”

Gabe looks skeptical. “Is it?”

“Yeah…” Your eyes land on Javier across the patio, stuck in another conversation that he’s doing his best to pretend to be interested in. And because he’s distracted you let your eyes linger just a bit longer.

Was his shirt that unbuttoned before or…You bite your lip, remembering how good he smells right there in the hollow of his throat. How his skin feels under your fingertips, how it feels to be under him entirely…

“You okay?” Gabe asks before taking another drink of his beer. “Maybe you need to get out of the heat.”

No, I tried that. Had the opposite effect.

You shake your head at him and give him what you hope is a convincing smile. “Yeah, fine, I—um—I’m just glad to be back. That’s all.”

Gabe scoffs. “Sure.”

Are you really this bad at lying?

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

He shrugs, and with more seriousness than you’re used to hearing from him, replies, “I wouldn’t be.”

You frown, feeling a familiar nagging guilt that you had at least gotten away for college while Gabe never had.

He shakes it off just as quickly though, carefree grin retaking its rightful place in his expression. “At least, you’re not the only shiny attraction. Poor Javi is probably saving you from at least a dozen painful conversations.”

You look back at Javier, and he’s smiling but there’s something missing when he does it…like a light with a dimmer switch flipped on. He shifts in place like he’s trying to keep himself from taking off, his right hand coming up to cup and rub the back of his neck. You take another big sip of water.

Do not think about his neck. Don’t think about trailing your mouth along it…or your teeth. Don’t think about it.

“I gotta say I didn’t really think he’d ever come back. Not after so long,” Gabe says, seeming absentminded as he takes another pull from his beer, but the thought sobers you up just enough to try to redirect your attention.

“Me either,” you agree, sounding more wistful than someone who hasn't been pining for him for nearly a decade might. You cough. “Good that he is though.”

Javier’s gaze moves from the person in front of him to you, and you suck in a breath at the instant crackle of electricity under your skin. He wets his bottom lip as his eyes hold yours for just an instant before he looks away again.

How are you not supposed to think about it? To think about what it feels like to have his tongue on your lip instead of his? To feel his mouth on yours, on your skin, whispering in your ear.

You going to let me fuck you, sweet thing?

You bite back a whine, covering it with another drink of water. If you don’t get out of Javier’s general vicinity in the next three minutes, you are going to give yourself up and how bad would it be for someone to know something is going on before you even really know what that something is?

Not to mention how horrible it would be for it to come out in front of all these people. What a nightmare.

“Well I’m going to go walk around a bit, I think,” you tell Gabe. “Stretch my legs.”

Gabe smiles and gives you a quick nod. “Have fun. I’m going to go see how mad I can make Aarón with my suggestions for his fantasy football league.”

You groan. “Gabe, if you tick him off again, all of us have to live with it.”

“Yeah, but he’s already always ticked off,” he replies, unmoved. “And at least I get to have some fun this way.”

You make it just a few steps, hardly any sort of escape, before your mamá intercepts you, asks you to go get more paper plates from the car. Napkins, too.

“I told you we would need them.”

“You can be right while you go get them, mija,” she tells you with a soft pat on the cheek. Then she’s moving again, getting swept up in something someone needs.

“Just set them on the table,” she calls back over her shoulder as she leaves.

You walk out front, the people disappearing and the sound of music fading as you do. You nearly get taken out by a pack of children racing around the house as you walk, the same group that nearly does it again on their next lap while you’re making your way back, plastic bags full of party supplies dangling from your hands.

You spin out of the way to avoid them, laughing as you do, and collide right into…

“Easy, bonita,” Javier murmurs, hands brushing yours as he takes the bags from you. “What do you have here?”

“Oh, um…” You’re all flustered again, a bundle of nerves as he looks down at you with a growing smile. Like he knows exactly...

His eyebrow quirks up at you, and you realize you never answered him. “Oh, plates and napkins. I guess we’re running out.”

Javier calls after the retreating children, a small boy near the front immediately perking up and sprinting back.

“Paco, can you take these to the food table for me?” Javier crouches down and asks the kid once he reaches the two of you. “Would help me out.”

“Sure!” The boy beams, takes the offered bags as if he’s been given a sacred mission. “You got it, Javi!”

Then he’s off again, the other kids trailing behind him as they head for the back patio.

“Thanks,” you tell him warmly as he stands back up, “I could’ve done that.”

“Nope, I need you for something else,” he says, his voice shifting to a lower register with higher urgency.

He looks around once more before he grasps your hand in his and starts leading you in the opposite direction of the party and out across the side yard.

A whip of excitement races up your spine as you walk, one you try in vain to dampen in case he really does just need you for something that isn’t going to make your heart race. Not that you can really think of what that might be, not that he’s ever needed you for anything before, but the two of you were just together so if his thoughts aren’t headed the same way as yours, that’s fine. It’s totally—

He tugs you around the corner of one of the outbuildings, and your back hits the siding with a soft thud and an exhaled gasp, the end of which disappears into the press of his mouth against yours. A movement he echoes down the rest of his body as he cages you in, and you’re not sure which is more unyielding: the wall or him.

“Give me a little more, bonita, so I can make it through the rest of this fucking party,” he tells you, hands framing your face so he can angle you just how he wants.

You nod, heart racing after all, as your hands find their way to buttons and urgently bared skin.

He follows your lead, wide palms skimming along and slipping under the same clothes he had stripped off of you a couple hours ago but perhaps even more impatient this time.

“You know how much it’s been killing me to watch you walk around this party and pretend like I’m not picturing having you back in my bed?” He asks, his voice a low rasp.

You whine as his fingers dip below the waistband of your shorts. “I think I might—”

Your head tips back and your words roll into a moan as his hand goes lower, cupping you between your thighs, fingers parting you. He let out a low hum of satisfaction at what he finds.

“You’re still so wet, cariño,” he murmurs in your ear as he gently pushes a finger inside. “You ready? You think you can can take me again?”

“Yes, yes, yes." You reach up on tiptoes so you can run your mouth along his throat just like you'd thought of doing earlier, but despite your fervent reply, he still leans back and holds your chin so he can meet your eyes, checking to be sure.

“Yes, Javi, I want to,” you tell him again. “Please.”

A second finger joins the first as soon as the last word leaves your mouth, and you press your forehead into his chest as the feeling of him moving inside you starts to cascade out.

How will you ever live without this again?

“Come on, baby.” His thumb finds your clit, knowing to keep the pressure light due to how sensitive you already are. “Let me see you come again.”

It doesn’t take much more before you’re sagging back against the wall, pushing his hand away when it becomes too intense.

“Good girl, done so good for me today. You’re fucking perfect.”

Perfect. There’s that word again, all the more devastating when you realize that you don’t just want to be good or perfect but good and perfect for him.

He slips a condom out of the pocket of his jeans, and you give him a questioning look, knowing he had to grab one from the nightstand before.

Javier chuckles. “I ran back into the house before I went looking for you again. Hoped a second opportunity might present itself.”

He drags down your shorts and his jeans. And while he’s able to keep his mostly on to make this work, you have to slip completely out of your shorts. For the sake of future speed and practicality, you make a mental note.

Skirts. Skirts from now on around him.

He lifts you up, bracing you back against the building and wrapping your legs around his waist as he fits his thick width to your entrance. He’s no easier this time to take as he starts to press in, if anything the stretch is more intense because of the position.

But you like it, like him inside you, and how complete it makes you feel when he’s all the way in as close as his body can get to yours.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Come here.”

His mouth slants against yours, absorbing every little cry and whimper that escapes as he starts to move. Just when you think you’ve adjusted, he bends slightly, driving up as well as in. Each thrust hits you deep and right against that spot that makes your vision blur.

“Good girl, take it just like that.”

You clench tight around him as you come again, and he groans, the sound along with his continued steady rhythm extending how long it takes you to come back down. You may not be sure how you can live without this again, but you’re also not sure how you’re going to survive with it.

“Javi.” Your nails claw at his back, scratch along his scalp as you ride it out, and he grunts into the curve of your neck, his thrusts becoming less uniform. Another mental note added.

Nails. He likes when you use your nails.

His fingers dig more firmly into the soft flesh at your hips as he finds his release, holding you hard against him with barely enough room to breathe between you.

You brush the side of his face with your nose, inhaling how good he smells. He turns his head to kiss you again, longer than is wise under your current circumstances.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he murmurs when he lets you come up for air. He’s still inside you, apparently not yet ready to pull away. You don’t mind even if your hips and thighs are aching from being held so wide. You would stay like this, wrapped up in him, for as long as he’ll let you.

Eventually he does set you down, helps get you fully dressed again for the second time that day. He sighs as he pushes you back up against the wall once more, kissing you deep.

He groans after a few minutes, his forehead pressing against yours.

“Alright, bonita, before I’m even more tempted to push our luck a third time today, why don’t you tell me when I can see you again?”

Should you play it cool? How soon can you say without sounding too… “I’ll be here on Wednesday?”

He shakes his head, kisses you again. “Too long.”

Your heart skips. “Tuesday?”

He shakes his head again and nips your bottom lip. “No.”

You laugh, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt. “Tomorrow?”

One of his hands traces up your side, the other still bracing above your head as he stares down at you with brown eyes that heat up when you tremble. “Almost.”

“Tonight?”

A satisfied smile plays at his mouth before he returns it to yours. “Perfect.”

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Date night out with Mob!Bucky in Paris 🍸

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Don’t Be A Stranger - Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Summary: Marc confronts you about what you did.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: more insecurity, a lil’ bit of self-pity

A/N: This is a Marc x Reader part, more Bucky will come in the next one akskskss ALSO MY FIRST TIME WRITING A READER THAT’S IDK, MESSY?? Wears her heart on her sleeve???

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You glanced between Marc and Bucky when they shook hands, making sure to pay attention to the latter’s reaction. Much to your disappointment, there wasn’t even a hint of jealousy in Bucky’s eyes.

He just shook Marc’s hand and greeted him! But then again, Bucky was pretty good at concealing his emotions. You were going to let this one pass.

For now.

“I’m glad to meet you, Marc.” Naomi said, shaking his hand with a friendly smile.

“And I’m leaving.” He said.

“What? Already?” Naomi asked before you could even do the same thing.

You were about to say something when Marc turned to you, gritting his teeth as he forced a smile, “I just came to pick you up…’cause we have this…this thing that we gotta go to.” He reasoned out, widening his eyes at you as if in warning.

You merely looked at Marc in confusion, not really knowing what to say because you weren’t ready for the consequences of your actions. What was up with you dragging a complete stranger into your mess anyway?!

Marc stared at you harder, urging for a response to back up his lies, “That thing we talked about?” He pressed, “Right, honey? Baby? Sweetheart?” He added, placing his hand on the small of your back.

You felt Marc slightly pinch your waist and that was the only time you managed to back him up, “Of course I remember!” You said, almost too enthusiastically.

Bucky and Naomi exchanged glances before looking back at you weirdly. You cleared your throat and finished your drink, calling Nat and asking for the bill.

“Yeah, we got this…thing going on. A couple kinda thing, y’know…” you awkwardly laugh.

Nat arrived with your bill and gave you a knowing look, fortunately, she knew better than to pry at the moment. After quickly settling your bill, she waltzed away but softly told you, “You’ve got some explaining to do.”

“You good, baby?” Marc asked, tapping on the bar counter impatiently.

You nodded and almost yelped when he took your wrist and pulled you with him.

“Nice seeing you again, Bucky! You too, Naomi!” You exclaimed, waving at them as Marc practically dragged you out of the bar with him.

Even outside the bar, Marc didn’t let your arm go and kept on pulling you despite your protests. Upon reaching the next block, he finally let you go and turned around.

“What the fuck was that?!” He huffed out angrily.

“I’m sorry! Please, let me explain!” You pleaded with shame.

Marc rubbed his face out of frustration, “I don’t even know where to begin. Jesus.” He said.

“I panicked, okay?! Bucky arrived with his new girl and it felt like a slap on my face because he ghosted me and I didn’t want him to know that I haven’t fully moved on from him yet and that I’m still single!” You explained in one breath.

Letting out a sigh, you looked up at Marc apologetically, “I saw you enter and maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it’s me being bitter but I thought that maybe, I could get a reaction from Bucky by doing that.”

Marc’s features softened up after hearing your explanation. You were petty for doing that, but you were just a girl dealing with a broken heart. It was something you suppressed for years and seeing Bucky walk in the bar, looking happy with someone did it for you.

You weren’t over him. Never was.

“You can’t just go on kissing strangers and claiming them to be your boyfriend.” Marc said, calmly this time.

You made a face, “Technically…Bucky isn’t an ex.”

Marc’s face instantly changed into how he looked at you earlier, “All that for someone who isn’t even your ex?!”

Marc paced back and forth, rubbing his face angrily, “I was supposed to relax tonight, have a drink or two…maybe three. And I ended up being the boyfriend of a girl I don’t even know because she wanted to get revenge on a guy who isn’t even her ex! And he didn’t even budge nor react!”

“It’s a long story! I’m sorry! I’ll buy you a drink! I’ll buy you all the drinks tonight!” You offered.

Marc scratched his head as he looked at you, as if trying to decide whether to take on your offer. It was the only time you actually got to look at him— there was something about his eyes— they were intimidating, like they could see through you and not just physically.

“Fine.”

Three bottles in and Marc practically knew everything about you and Bucky. How it all started, the dates and the little things he did to make you feel special and then that day he disappeared from your life.

“And he has the audacity to call me an old friend? And then ask me how I am?” You slurred your words, the amount of alcohol you consumed starting to take effect.

You slammed your bottle of beer on the table, “That’s unfair!” You whined.

Marc snickered, shaking his head at you before drinking from his bottle, “Life isn’t fair.”

You whined again, “Right?! Who does he think he is to walk into my life, give me butterflies and shit and then disappear? I was fine being alone, hell, I’m good at it! Then Bucky comes along and I realize, fuck, maybe I’m not the strong independent woman who don’t need no man that my friends told me I was. Because I don’t need him, but I want him.”

At this point, you were already blabbering in your drunken stupor. Marc thought it was amusing to see you open up like that, no holds barred.

You let out a burp and laughed before looking at Marc in all seriousness, “So Marc Steven…”

Marc grunted, “It’s Marc Spector.” He said, snatching your beer away from your hand, “That’s enough, you’re drunk.” He said.

You snorted, “Psh, I’m not drunk. I only had like…” you trailed, counting the empty bottles of beer on the table, “Three and a half bottles of beer.”

“On top of the drinks you had at the other bar. I should know, you tasted like an entire bottle of vodka when you kissed me.” He commented, waving over at the waiter for the bill.

You hummed, “How was the kiss?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at Marc, “Was I good, Marc Steven?”

Marc rolled his eyes, “First of all, it’s Spector. Second, no.”

“You lie, Spector Steven. Anyway, why don’t you tell me something about yourself.”

“Why would I? I don’t even know your name.” Marc said.

You comically slapped a hand on your forehead, laughing at your own antics, “Fuck, I forgot to tell you my name.” You chuckled before finally telling it to Marc who just finished paying the bill.

“Well,” Marc said, mentioning your name before standing up, pulling you with him, “Time to get you home.” He said.

Marc pulled you out of the bar and kept an eye out for a cab. You were standing beside him silently, losing your balance each time you kicked the ground.

“I hate this feeling.” You mumbled.

“That’s what you get when you drink more than you can handle.” Marc replied, keeping his gaze out on the road, waiting for a cab to approach.

A few moments later, you spoke up again, “Not like that…” you softly said.

“I hate that nothing ever works out in my favor. Makes me feel like something’s wrong with me. I hate feeling like I’m never enough because I’m always the person left behind. Is it so easy to quit on me?” You asked, looking up at Marc with glossed eyes.

Marc clenched his jaw when he saw you so vulnerable, almost close to tears. He noticed the way you were balling your hands into fists, as if physically fighting your tears from spilling.

Just in time, a cab pulled to a stop in front of the both of you. Marc bent down to talk to the cab driver and ended up apologizing for hailing it.

Letting out a defeated sigh, he took your wrist in his hand, “Come on, I’ll bring you home.” He said and led you to his car.

Marc helped you get in his car— a grey pick-up truck— before closing the door and walking around. He slipped inside, started the engine and let out another sigh, “Where do you live?”

When he turned to look at you, you were already fast asleep and snoring. Marc grunted and was left with no choice but to bring you to his place instead.

Oh no.

The very moment you opened your eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling, you already knew what happened the previous night. All the memories came flooding in as soon as you woke up.

Along with the memories were the emotions you felt— disappointment, surprise, pain, shame— they were all melding together in a huge pot that was your consciousness.

“Oh my god, what the fuck did I do?” You mumbled to yourself as you sat up on someone else’s bed.

The first thing you did was to check whether your clothes were intact, fortunately they were. You heaved out a sigh of relief before looking around. Surprisingly, Marc’s room was very neat and organized.

You noticed that he owned a lot of books and that his room had a large shelf containing just that— books and a couple of framed photos too. One of which caught your attention, something that ruffled your feathers so early in the morning.

Marching out of the bedroom, you searched for Marc and saw him in the kitchen while making coffee.

“You’re married?!” You exclaimed, lifting the framed photo of him and a woman with beautiful curls.

Marc jolted in surprise and clicked his tongue, “That’s one way to greet someone in the morning.” He said, “And yes. I’m married.”

Your jaw dropped, “Oh god, this makes it so much worse.” You said and started biting your nails.

“Jesus, calm down. We’re no longer together.” Marc said and just like that, you felt like a huge weight was lifted from your shoulders.

Letting out a soft chuckle, you timidly wiped the sweat from your forehead, “Oh thank god.”

You calmed your nerves for a brief moment before clearing your throat, “Thanks for letting me stay the night.”

Marc made a face, “I didn’t have a choice, but you’re welcome. There’s toast and some eggs, coffee too. You should eat before leaving.” He said and went over to the round dining table he had.

You nodded and tiptoed around Marc’s kitchen, getting food and coffee before sitting down as well. It was quiet for a couple of minutes before you could no longer bear the awkward atmosphere.

Maybe Marc didn’t feel the tension, but you sure did especially after word vomiting last night. You may be drunk, but not drunk enough to completely forget everything.

“Ignore everything I said last night.” You said, focusing on slicing your egg.

Marc merely hummed, “The part about not needing Bucky but wanting him or the one where you went all emotional on me?” He asked with nonchalance.

You winced from the embarrassment, “Just…everything!” You huffed out.

Marc chuckled before drinking his coffee, “It’s fine, we all do stupid things for people we love.”

You noticed the change in Marc’s eyes when he said that, maybe it had something to do with his marriage. However, he was quick to mask whatever emotion it was that showed in his eyes with his usual stoic expression.

A few moments later, you heard the familiar buzz of your phone and looked around Marc’s apartment. He noticed and pointed on the couch where your bag was.

You rushed over to your phone and saw that there were a few notifications that were popping up. There were two texts from Nat asking you about last night’s eventful encounter and then two more from Instagram, both of which were from…Naomi?!

“Shit.” You cursed, “Naomi followed me on Instagram.” You said.

“Oh fuck.” You cursed again when you saw that she sent you a DM too.

You hesitated whether you should acknowledge the message or leave it unread. After what you did last night, you honestly didn’t know what would come next. You didn’t expect for Naomi to keep in touch after, you never thought she would!

Deciding to just get it over with, you opened the message.

Hey! It was so nice to meet you last night! Bucky and I are going hiking next weekend and I thought it’d be nice to hang out with another couple, y’know? Would love for you and Marc to come join us, I’m sure him and Bucky would go along well 💕

xoxo

Naomi

You may have not gotten any reaction from Bucky last night, but maybe because nothing really happened to trigger him. He did frown when you kissed Marc so maybe there was a chance that he still had feelings for you?

If he does, then it would be easy to make him regret what he did to you.

“What’d she say? She and Bucky broke up or what?” Marc asked sarcastically.

You bit your nails before typing in a quick reply. Looking at Marc, you flashed him a timid smile.

“She was asking us to join their hike next weekend.” You said, slowly walking back to the dining table.

Marc chuckled, “Did you tell her we broke up?”

You stayed quiet. Marc looked up at you with a deadpan expression on his face, “Please tell me you said we broke up.”

“You have to come with me on this hike, please!” You begged.

Marc stood up from his chair and placed his hands on his waist as he looked at you angrily, “Why would you do that?!”

“I need to get back at Bucky for leaving me hanging! Please, Marc!” You asked.

Marc huffed out, “That sounds like a you problem.” He said, “And come on, you only went out with the guy for six months? Why don’t you just talk to him about how you feel?”

“Fuck, no.” You bitterly chuckled, “I don’t do confrontations.” You explained.

Marc was clearly exhausted from your pettiness; he sat back down and squeezed the bridge of his nose. You sat across from him and eagerly explained your plan.

“This would either help me get back at him or get over him. Maybe you could point out his red flags, remove my rose-colored glasses to help me see that he’s not worth it. It’s petty but it’s a great plan, win-win!” You said.

Marc let out a groan before glaring at you, “Win-win for you, but what do I get out of this?” He asked.

You shrugged, “Whatever you want.”

Marc leaned back against the back of his chair in deep thought. You could see the gears in his head turning as he pondered on your plan.

It was a pretty immature situation to be in, to help a desperate girl get back at the guy who broke her heart. Or help her move on. Either ways, it was immature but Marc also realized that maybe this was what he needed too— excitement, a change from his usual routine.

Something new.

“Do my chores for me.” Marc said, lifting a brow.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “What chores?”

“Clean my apartment, do my laundry, cook for me. If I’m going to become your pretend boyfriend, you might as well do those things for me.” Marc offered.

You thought about it, “I can’t cook though.”

Marc facepalmed, “Everything I learn about you just gets worse and worse.”

“I mean, I can try but it’s not going to be the best.” You defended.

Marc threw his head back as he groaned, “Fine.”

You squealed in delight before lifting your pinky finger, “So, is it a deal?” You asked.

Marc made a face as he looked down at your pinky finger but twirled his with yours anyway. He sulked and gave in to your favor.

“Deal.”

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Going to the gym with Boyfriend!Bucky and spending more time watching him workout than doing some work yourself.

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pocketfullofnerdy · 2 years

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If I upload my 2 Bucky fics (all chapters) would anyone want to read it?

Or would anyone be willing to show me how to link all the chapters together in case anyone wants to read them??

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Don’t underestimate me | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky is done with you making fun of him

Warning: SMUT, fingering, a little bit of angst

Tony has thrown a big party for the team after finally succeeding a long and exhausting mission.

You are dancing with Natasha and Wanda while laughing about something hilarious that happened while the mission.

You are wearing a thigh-length, backless red dress that hugged your curves perfectly. You makeup was quite natural. Light brown eye shadow, your long lashes not needing any mascara and a pale red lipstick. Also your long h/c hair covering your nude back. You looked absolutely gorgeous, you were glad that the mission was finally over so you wanted to look your best.

What you didn’t notice was someone who was supposed to be talking to Sam and Steve about something, was eating you with his eyes watching your every move which made him harder and harder. All he wanted to do was rip that dress out of you and fuck you so hard.

But he knew he couldn’t. You and Bucky never really went along. Whenever you were partners in a mission something would go wrong because you never agreed with each other which was one of the many reasons that this mission took a long time to be done.

Everyone had dressed up amazing tonight, it was clear that this party was highly needed so you all were thankful to Tony for throwing it, even though no one wanted to admit it.

The first two hours were mostly dancing and drinking and now the whole team was gathering around a big table, some sitting on the sofa and some some sitting on the floor.

,, ok so when are you exactly going to thank me?” Tony looked around, his face holding a sarcastic questionable expression.

,, Oh Stark you’re asking too much” Sam answered with a similar expression.

Everyone laughed, Tony shaking his head but slowly laughing along.

,, But it was hell of a night.” Clint said

,, Yeah in all seriousness thank you Tony, we really needed this.” You said genuinely smiling at him

,, You’re welcome, finally someone who appreciates me.” Tony said throwing his arms in the air, which made everyone laugh again.

,, Hey Bucky you seem lost buddy, are you ok?” Steve asked making everyone’s attention on Bucky.

,, What? Oh yeah I’m fine, everything is fine.” Bucky said looking up at Steve smiling.

,, There were so many pretty girls at the party and I think he was having a little bit of a problem. You know since he barely gets any.” You said slightly smirking making everyone gasp and some chocked on their drinks.

,, What ? I’m joking, chill “ you say, taking a sip of your drink, still smirking.

,, Did anyone ask for your opinion” Bucky said glaring at you

,, Funny you can’t even deny it.” You said laughing at him ignoring his comment.

,, Shut the fuck up or I’ll make you shut up.” He said getting up from his seat.

,, No I don’t think you are capable of that Barnes.” You said satisfied that he was getting angrier and angrier.

He muttered something under his breath before walking dangerously towards you. Until Steve blocked his way.

,, Buck don’t do anything you’re going to regret.” He said quietly anyone barley hearing him.

,, She started this” he glaring at you between Steve’s head and shoulder which made you grin at him.

,, Calm down Barnes, I’m leaving.” You said standing up making your way towards your room room, looking at him innocently still grinning.

The way you moved your hips while walking away made him gulp and his heart racing.

,, I’m leaving too, I have s-some stuff to do.” He said after you were out of sight. Slowly making his way to his room.

Everyone was confused at what just happened but they thought you both were tired so they continued their conversations.

You were in your room washing of your makeup, when you were about to take of your dress you heard a knock on your door.

You opened the door and met Bucky’s dark eyes, darker than you’ve ever seen.

,, W-what are you doing here?” You stuttered uncontrollably.

,, You’ve been testing my temper a lot recently, and what you said tonight was the last straw. I’m going to make you fucking regret it.” He said before pushing you in hardly.

You widened you eyes and said something you regretted immediately.

,, You don’t scare me Barnes, get lost.” You said looking at his hard face.

,, You are such a smart ass aren’t you!?” He said pushing you to the wall which made made you wince at the small pain.

,, You don’t have any come backs anymore, do you !?” He said pining your arms above your head.

You were silent, breathing heavily and slightly shaking. You could feel the wetness in your pussy.

He moved his head towards your right ear, lightly biting your earlobe, before whispering huskily ,, I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight.”

You couldn’t help anymore and let out a small moan which him smirk.

He held your arms still pinned to the wall with his metal hand, the coldness sending a shiver down your spine.

His other hand made its way under your dress, slowly touching your thighs.

Your heart race was getting higher and you were trying your best to not let out another moan.

He pushed your panties to the side and ran his thumb between your soaked clit, he applied a bit pressure to your clit making you gasp. You felt the heat and blood rush to your cheeks, your chest slowly rising and falling.

,, You are so wet for me” he whispered in your ear still teasing you.

,,S-stop oh shit” you moaned loudly when slipped a finger into you.

,, are you sure you want me to stop doll” he said looking at your closed eyes.

When you didn’t answer he slipped in another finger.

,, answer me.” he said, his voice very low

,, please don’t stop” you begged and ran your hands into his long brown hair making him moan also.

“You’re so tight around my fingers.” He mumbles and pushes a third one inside. You gasp as he fingers you. You watch his finger go in and out of you over and over again and you tug his hair.

,, p-please” He smirked at your whiny sight.

,, please what, do you want me to fuck you” He asked softly still pushing his fingers in and out of you.

You nodded and gasped loudly when he started speeding up.

,, use your words doll” he warned

,, F-fuck me Bucky please fuck me” you said your chest raising and falling.

He chuckled before he pulled his fingers out without any warning. ,,you’re pathetic” he said before throwing you on your large bed.

He took of his shirt and pants, shoving them away.

He hovers on top of you, running his rough hands over your body, his eyes full with lust.

,, You’re mine” he said before ripping out your once perfect dress in two pieces. You take of your bra as he pushes down your panties.

,, Say it.” He said huskily as he attacked your neck with his mouth and cupped your breasts in his hands, palming them gently.

,, I’m y-yours” you stuttered when he found your sweet spot and you let out a moan.

,, Damn right you are” he stops his action with your neck and moved his head down your breasts, still cupping them.

You let out a shaky moan when he started sucking one of your nipples, gently pinching the other one with his hand making it hard. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter every second.

After a while he switched, giving the other one the same attention leaving you breathless.

You watched him take his cock out of his black boxer after he was done sucking your breasts. Your eyes widened at his size, you always teased him about his cock being small but this was anything but small.

,, Like what you see” he smirked at your amazed expression.

,, I’ve seen better” you whispered but you knew he heard you.

,, Sure you have” he said sarcastically

Without any warning he pushed inside you, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. You wrapped your legs behind his shoulder.

He starts off slow before speeding up, thrusting into you. Your moans filled the room and you don’t feel anything but each other.

,, harder please” you begged

,, say my name”

,, B-Bucky please harder”

,, Louder”

,, Please B-“

,, LOUDER”

,, PLEASE BUCKY FUCK ME HARDER”

And as you say he thrust in and out of you harder and harder.

,, You feel so good.” He moaned, his voice shaky and you can’t say anything but moan back.

Until you feel a familiar warmth in your belly.

,, Bucky I’m gonna cum”

,, Cum on my cock doll” he demanded

You let out a long moan and you came, your pussy clenching on Bucky’s cock, your legs shaking around his waist.

You breathe heavily as you as he fucked your over sensitive pussy. Soon you feel his cock twitch inside of you, his movements becoming slower, until he fully stops moving and you feel his warm cum inside of you and he finally pulls out.

You lay next to each other not saying anything. Until he grabs your head in his hands and pulls you in a long passionate kiss.

Iconic you guys kissed for the first time after you fucked.

,, Don’t ever underestimate me” he said breaking the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

,, I won’t” you say before pulling him for another kiss.

,, Well good that they don’t hate each other after all” Tony said awkwardly looking at the team who were frozen in their places, their faces scrunched up.

You shouldn’t have forgotten the fact that your room was on the first floor and so was the party…

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pocketfullofnerdy · 2 years

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It's 3 am I must be lonely ☾ [B.B]

Pairing: Fuckboy!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Actress!Reader

Summary: Your roommate Bucky Barnes, has always been infatuated with you, much to your ignorance. You were his shining star. One drunk voicemail later and it's as if the stars aligned in Bucky's favor.

Warnings: 18+ MDI. Alcohol consumption, drunken confessions, jealous!Bucky, mutual pining, descriptions of sex, unconsental touching

A/N: For @starryevermore 's 3k writing challenge! I'm super proud of u!

Bucky always was a cynic when it came to love. He thought Valentine's Day was for chumps, which is spoken like a true fuckboy he was. He couldn't wrap his mind around a holiday idolizing romance especially when he couldn’t foresee anything beyond a one night stand. Until there was you, of course.

Yeah, yeah. Even Bucky realizes how clique it sounds, but you were the light gleaming in a foggy evening.

His shining star. You were there for him to follow and praise beyond remission. You were an upcoming actress trying to make it big on Broadway. On your way to your inevitable stardom tonight, you were at a cast party for an off off-broadway show you were the lead in over at the theatre on Main and 5th. You were so excited about this opportunity. You always said that every chance you took was one step closer to your dreams.

And Bucky couldn't be prouder of you. He remembered seeing you opening nIght.

What he didn't realize was how hot and heavy the love scene on stage you had was. The rushed movements, the fleeting kisses, oh and your moans? It made Bucky dizzy and his cock hard. Not to anyone else’s knowledge, but it wasn't the first time he had imagined you that way. You and Bucky had been roommates for three years, and throughout college, you had been each other's saving grace through bad breakups, risky hookups, and played each other wingmen from time to time.

So when Bucky realized he was in love with you, it didn't hit him immediately. He went through a long denial period and dwindled down the path of confusion. If you were just roommates why did his gaze linger on you? Why did he search you out in a crowd? Especially when Bucky knew everyone. Why did he find comfort in your laugh and sought out to make sure you were in high spirits?

We're just friends, roommates, that's it. Get together, for God's sake.

He was becoming desperate, and he couldn't continue to push down his emotions like he had done his entire life. When it came to his dad dying, to his sister’s drug addiction, and now inevitably you. He didn't know how to handle these thoughts, as they began to cloud his mind and become all-consuming. You started to dwell in Bucky’s thoughts during his waking hours and soon prevented him from a sound sleep.

You were the focus to all his dreams, especially there you were a leading starlet taking the main stage. It was tantalizing sweet, one moment you were his, whole-heartedly it seemed, the next you were gone without a trace. Bucky couldn’t go through with this much longer. Especially when you seemed none the wise and moved on with life seemingly as if things were normal.

Things were in fact not normal.

Bucky finally after months, decided to confied in his best friend, Steve. Someone needed to know and he sure as hell wasn’t coming to you with all these mixed up emotions.

“I think I love her, Stevie.” Bucky muttered, his gaze averted to the ground. Steve’s eyes widened, he couldn’t believe the words Bucky had uttered. Of course, Steve was beside himself. He never truly envisioned the day he would see his best friend find someone he was truly fond on, especially that person being you.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“This has gotta be a prank,” Bucky’s eyes met Steve’s and it told him him everything he needed to know. It revealed every secret that Bucky was too scared to admit to Steve or even himself. All in one look for Steve to drink in.

“You really love Y/N, don’t you, punk?” A smirk spread across Steve’s as he began to chuckle. The realization settled admittedly in his bones as he took in a deep breath and released it. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

And there was no taking it back.

That’s what landed him here. You were gone to your cast party, with your buff costar love interest and the more Bucky thought about it, it made his blood boil. He wanted you to be with him. It was Friday night, and usually Fridays were movie night for the both of you. Instead, you were gone and it just brewed the jealousy inside on his soul. He yearned for your presence, for your laugh, for you commentary during the stupid rom-come you’d watch with him. After a fifth of whiskey, Bucky almost felt invincible.

"Uh, hey."

A beat passes, one longer than it should have lingered, the tense air on Bucky's end swells and threatens to swallow him whole.

"I know you're busy. I know you're at your cast party and I know I shouldn't be bothering you-" He can feel his mind race and he paced back forth in his living room. It was as if he was chasing his tail.

"It seems like we haven't seen each other much lately. I just wanted to let you know how special you are to me and how special our time together is."

Bucky could feel himself waning. His palms and hands were becoming sweaty from the anxiety as he was trying to get his words through the other end.

"Let me just cut to the chase." Bucky plopped down on the couch, his hair running through his long locks making them mangled. Then, he noticed a framed photo. He had plenty of them that decorated the apartment featuring Steve, Sam, Nat but more specifically you. This photo was from Bucky's last birthday. You both looked so happy. Like nothing could touch either of you.

"I need you." His tone shifted, became more weak and wilting away his strength.

"I miss your warm smile, your laugh, the way you say my name. You make me want to be a better man even when I don't understand it all. I think I love you, starlight"

Even when he heard the words out loud, as scary as it seemed, it felt right. This was the first time in a long time, he was being vulnerable and real with another human being and he yearned for it to be you as frightening as that was. Even if you rejected him outright, he needed you to know how much he cared for you and much room you filled inside his brain.

"Please call me back. We need to talk."

After that, he hung up the phone without another word. It almost was a little haunting. Was he going to regret this in the morning? Without a doubt. You're Bucky's roommate and with a long-winded voicemail, he just ruined any normal tendencies between the both of them.

It had been a little after one when your phone buzzed. You were slightly tipsy and frustrated. You were finally finished with your last show for your debut Broadway show. Well off off Broadway show. You had hopes that maybe, just maybe, this show would be a proper jump off point to your actual big break.

You should be happy, but something felt off.

You went along with the rest of the cast to get drinks after the last round of applause rang out. It should be a celebration but something was missing.

Bucky.

Along with the fact that your sleazy lead co-star couldn't keep his hands off of you. You huffed as you shuffled to grab you phone from your pocket in your seat.

"Sweetheart, we aren't on stage anymore. You can stop." You informed him as his hands slid down your shoulders towards your waist. You could feel them going further and further down as you stood behind you at the bar. You could feel his body heat against you which made you cringe.

"Y/N, what if I can't? What if this show was meant to bring us together?" He whispered in your ear. You could smell the whiskey laced on his breath.

"Let me make myself clear. I'm not interested. I'm an actor. I was playing a part and if you can't distinguish the two, then it ain't it, baby." You announced to him, practically loud enough for your corner of the bar to hear. Snickers reverbrated in response to your outburst, making Chad's mouth go agape. It took no time at all to shove his limp, noodle body out of the way.

"Oh and Chad?" His eyes gleamed up to yours, almost dumbfounded.

"Go fuck yourself."

You felt like you played Bucky's voicemail a million times before you got back to your shared apartment. The words Bucky uttered echoed in your mind and almost gave solace as you drove your typical route. You took a deep breath as you grabbed your things and walked up the steps.

Looking back, you think unlocking your door was the hardest part. You weren't sure about what was to come next. You carefully turned your key and opened your door hopefully you wouldn't wake Bucky. He was known to be a light sleeper and would typically sleep on the couch so he wouldn't disturb you while you slept.

"Hiya, starlight." He whispered, his voice sounded almost hoarse. He seemed dazed. You noticed a fifth of Jack Daniel's that was empty and slung on the living room and a liter of Jim Bean sitting up on the coffee table.

Fuck.

"Hey Buck." Your eyes finally met his slate grey ones. It was like you were the tides and his eyes were the moon pulling you in. That was cheesy, wasn't it?

"I got your message."

Oh shit.

Bucky barely got any rest between the time he left you that voicemail and right now. He wanted to make sure he was awake when you came home. And if anything sobered him up quicker, it was that last sentence you said to him.

"Yeah?" His voice was so hopeful, if Bucky was more aware, he would realize how embarrassing he sounded.

You couldn't help it. With his lips slightly parted and his eyes mesmerized with your image.

He, Bucky Barnes, the once acclaimed fuckboy was lovesick and as much as you wanted to relish in this moment; in the before, you couldn't anymore. Not when you so craved the after.

If you'd blinked, you would have missed it. One moment it was just the tension, solely sulking in the air, then as if you and Bucky could read each other's mind, your lips met as one.

With you, oh you made it worth it.

The kiss was soft and sweet, just like Bucky always remarked about you. He wanted to take his time with you, which is something he never thought he would feel for another person especially in an intimate moment like this one.

You felt your lips moved in sync with his. It was so pure, almost how you imagined your first kiss to go when you were younger. It felt as time had stilled and in this one moment was specifically written for the both of you.

His lips were smooth like butter and the moment Bucky uttered the smallest whimper you were done for. Moments later you both separated from the kiss. You looked into Bucky's eyes and saw a changed man. No seriously. You've never seen him so content over another girl. Bucky loves girls but you always assumed it was more the idea of them. All the baggage that came with them really wasn't his style.

"Ya know after this they'll call me the fuckboy destroyer." You joked as your forehead rested upon each other. Bucky rolled his eyes at your teasing. You always seemed to do that way or another.

"Doll-" He whined.

"Aww c'mon." When your giggles subsided, Bucky took your hands in his.

"See, I never saw myself as the relationship type. Ya know, it seemed too messy, but with you? God, starlight. Everything I said in that voicemail was true. I love you and I might be a little possessive of you."

"Did Chad make you jealous?" You teased as he carded his long locks through his fingers and you began to caress his face. His vision became tunneled and he saw red when he thought of that fucker. Him touching you, caressing you, kissing you. It made him seeth with anger because frankly he was jealous. And even though he may be biased, he thought Chad was undeserving of what you had to offer.

"God, I hate that motherfucker."

"Don't worry about him. Buck. He doesn't compare to you." He offered, almost immediately.

"Oh really?"

"I told him to fuck off tonight, he obviously didn't realize I was in love with someone else."

Bucky couldn't believe the grin that spread across his face. He would understand if you weren't in love with him yet. We was still figuring all of his feelings out for you but everytime he uttered the words "I love you", it felt right, it felt safe.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, also I think the blonde dye he uses has posioned Chad's brain and caused his stupidity." Bucky shook his head and began to laugh alongside you. You truly were a breath of fresh air.

"I love you, Starlight."

"I love you, Buck."

God, that was going to take some getting used to.

In the best way.

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