#college bucky barnes

[marvelouslizzie]

One More Night

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: +18, friends with benefits, idiots in love, unspoken feelings, miscommunication/misunderstandings, angst with happy ending, unprotected sex, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.4K

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

It is one of those days when you feel absolutely worthless. It wasn’t something you felt often before but now…. It is starting to feel like your new normal. You know it’s your fault, and it just makes you feel even worse. You let this happen when you let Bucky Barnes walk into your life without any consequences. Now he just has a free pass to destroy you anytime he wants. 

It was supposed to be just fun. Something casual because you know he has no intention of settling down. Especially not with you. Not that he said any of those words but he doesn’t need to. You just know it. 

He’s one of the popular guys in your college. It’s not surprising considering how handsome and charming he is. He’s also talented and hard-working. He takes school seriously unlike a lot of people around you. So when it comes to his free time, he just wants to have some fun, no strings attached and you were fine with this arrangement. You wanted to be close to him and this is the price: Your heart breaks every time. 

You don’t blame him but you definitely blame yourself because you put yourself in this position. If you weren’t so pathetic, you could simply say no and this regularly hooking-up arrangement of yours would have ended. Yet you never said no and he never stopped coming back to you. Probably because it’s convenient, you can’t come up with any other reason. Like who says no to an easy fuck, right? That is what you are. An easy fuck. Still, it’s breaking your heart every time he leaves your bed. You say to yourself “This is gonna be the last time” but when the next text or call comes, you fold once again. 

That’s how you ended up here. Your face is buried in the pillow while Bucky is pounding you from behind. It feels good. Actually, it feels pretty amazing. It always does but this time your emotions are overshadowing the physical pleasure. Tears are streaming down your face and you are grateful that he can’t see it thanks to this position. Then a sob escapes your mouth and you feel betrayed by your own body.

“Does it feel that good, doll?” He sounds smug but you can’t answer him. Not while trying to hold the rest of your sobs back. That seems to worry him. He suddenly stops and when he takes a closer look sees that your eyes are filled with tears.

“Hey, hey, hey! Are you alright?” He sounds genuinely worried. You try to say something but instead, more sobs come out. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”

He didn’t physically hurt you, yet you are hurt. You don’t know how to explain this to him. You feel embarrassed and angry at the same time. You pride yourself on how good you are at hiding your emotions. You don’t want anyone to see you cry. You don’t want anyone’s pity. Yet here you are. Eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping your lips and your heart is shattered.

“Please talk to me!” His desperate tone snaps you out of your thoughts. You try to turn on your back and quickly dry your tears. 

“It’s fine. Sorry for killing the mood. I just…” You hesitate for a second but no, you won’t back down this time. “I just can’t do this anymore.”

“That’s fine.” That wasn’t the response you were expecting. “You know it’s okay right?” His worry is so apparent in his voice. “You can always tell me to stop.” What is he talking about? “If you don’t like something or you don’t feel like it anymore… Just tell me next time and I will just stop.”

“There’s no next time Bucky.” The words come out of your mouth before you can process them. You didn’t intend to be so harsh but it came out so definite.

“What?”

“I’m telling you that I can’t do this…” You wave your hand between you two. “...anymore. I’m done. We are done.” 

“What…” He sounds shocked and hurt at the same time. You try to avoid looking at his eyes while he struggles to find the right words. “What are you talking about? Did I do something?”

“You didn’t do anything. It’s all my fault.” You have no intention to blame him. You know it’s on you. He never promised you anything.

“I don’t understand.” He sounds so lost. “Just help me understand what happened, okay? I thought everything was okay.”

“They were, for you. It was never okay for me.” 

You watch how his expression changes into something that breaks your heart even more. You never thought he would care this much but… apparently, he does. Maybe he’s not used to being rejected. Especially in the middle of sex.

“I… I don’t know what to say.” He looks at your face and then around. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

“What I wanted?” You repeat his words without missing a beat. “I never wanted this. This is what you wanted and that’s why we kept doing it. I was just…” You hesitate for a second because you hate to admit it. “weak.”

“Weak? You are never weak.”

“Oh, I am weak. This is why I kept saying ‘one more night’ to myself whenever you called or texted me. I’m weak as fuck and it makes me angry, okay? I shouldn’t be like this.”

“Doll, what are you talking about?”

His confusion confuses you as well. Can’t he see how much he’s hurting you? Is he really that blind or maybe he just doesn’t care.

“This arrangement might be working for you but it’s not working for me, okay?”

“But… this is what you wanted.”

“I never wanted this.”

“You said we can’t get emotions involved!” He sounds somewhat angry this time.

“Because you didn’t want emotions involved!” Your answer comes instantly.

“When did I ever say that?”

His question makes you stop for a second. He never said that but did he really have to? You know how popular he is. Everybody loves him. He has the prettiest face you have ever seen. You desperately wanted to be with him. You didn’t care how.

“Just look at you.”

“What does that even mean?” Is he doing this on purpose? He surely knows everybody wants him. Why does he have to hear it from you?

“It means you didn’t have to say it.”

“How does… I really don’t understand you.” His confusion is written all over his face. The way he hesitates makes you realize you have to say it out loud to make him understand.

“You are handsome. You are talented. Everybody loves you.” He keeps looking at you with confusion. He really doesn’t get it, does he? “You can have anybody you want!”

“Apparently not.” Why does he sound broken?

“Oh, come on!” Your reaction is instant. “You know you can. Don’t act humble. I’m just easier.”

“Easier?” You don’t miss the disbelief in his voice. “Easier?” This time it comes out more angry. “You were never easy!”

“You know what I mean. An easy fu-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” The tone of his voice startles you. You never heard him talk like this. “I never wanted just an easy fuck. Especially not with you but that was all I could get!” Your head flinches back slightly. What is he talking about? 

“Bucky…” He doesn’t let you continue. 

“I don’t know what has gotten into you because this… what you called it? Arrangement, yes, was never my idea! You were the one who didn’t want to involve emotions. You were the one who said anything more than this would affect our friendship. I never said that!”

“I was trying to protect myself!”

“You never showed any interest to me!”

You blink a couple of times, trying to process that information. What did he think you were doing with him?

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You never showed any interest in staying over. You never wanted to do anything outside the bedroom or wherever the fuck we were fucking. Whenever I tried to take you on a date, you came up with a lazy excuse.”

“Uh��� what?”

“I tried so many times, sweetheart. You never let me in. You were only interested in sex and now you are blaming me for it. No. Be honest. If you wanna end this thing, it’s fine. You don’t need any lies. I get it. I knew it would happen eventually.” He’s speaking so fast, you can’t even find any opportunity to interrupt him until he stops.

“You tried to take me on dates?” He squishes his eyebrows together like he can’t believe you are focusing on that part.

“Many times. I suggested study dates, tried to take you on that concert, then that one comedy club thing…”

“I thought…” You don’t know how to finish that sentence.

“You thought what? You knew what I was trying to do and you weren’t interested, so I finally gave up.”

“No, no, no.” You jump from your awkward position on the bed. “I never realized.”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“I thought… they were activities with other… people. Not dates.”

“Why would I take other people to a concert with us?” Oh, he really doesn’t get it.

“I thought… you had plans with your friends and… you were… inviting me as well. Just to show… we are nothing more than friends.”

“Oh, dear god.” He covers his face with both of his hands. “Seriously? Why would you even think that?”

You mimic him and cover your face with embarrassment. You don’t want to say it. Especially not to him.

“I… just never thought…” You don’t know how to say it without making him realize how low you think of yourself. “You were interested in anything more than sex.”

“I’m handsome. I’m popular. Everybody loves me. Is that why?” He repeats your words with that god-awful mocking tone and it hurts to hear. What you don’t realize is that he’s making fun of himself.

“Yeah.” Your response comes out so weakly but he hears it.

He starts to laugh all of a sudden and all you can do is give him a confused look. 

“God you are so blind.”

“Hey!” You instantly respond.

“Have you ever looked in the mirror?” You make a face but it just spurs him. “You are gorgeous and smart. I always thought you were way out of my league.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You are out of my league.”

“Come on… That’s-” He interrupts you again.

“Please.” The way he says it makes you stop talking. “I have been struggling to come to terms with you not liking me. I just told myself, you have done everything you can. You tried so many times. It’s a miracle she still wants to fuck you. I convinced myself this was all I could get so I tried to make peace with it. Now you are telling me you don’t want to keep doing this. What did you think I was gonna think?”

He just baffles you with every word coming out of his mouth. You look at him, not knowing what to say or what to think, even.

“And you thought you were just an easy fuck? Jesus, doll. Do you have any idea how many times I prepared myself for rejection? Every time I called you, I thought you weren’t gonna pick up. Every time I texted you, I prepared myself to hear ‘no’, and every time it did not come, I was the happiest man on earth because I had one more night with you!”

You don’t know when it started but you start to feel tears filling your eyes.

“Please don’t cry anymore.” He moves his hand on your face and catches a tear before it drops on your cheeks.

“I…” It’s so hard to speak normally. “I never thought…”

“What?” This time it comes out softer. You know he wants to hear it because he needs that assurance as much as you do.

“You would actually like me.”

“Like you? Oh, doll… I don’t like you. The word like doesn’t even cover it.” The smile he gives you ignites something inside you. Something you tried to push down for a long time. Suddenly you push him back a little bit and his mouth falls open but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything. You just sit on his lap, taking him back inside you and it slips right back in so easily. It makes you want to moan out loud but instead, you wrap your legs around his torso and trap him there.

“Oh fuck…” His moan is like music to your ears. It’s so raw and unfiltered.

You don’t say anything. Your hand wraps around his neck before you start to move. His hand quickly finds your breasts, squeezing them a lot harder than he ever did before. 

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He says right next to your ear. You feel his breath on your neck and his lips attach to your neck as if he knows what you want. He starts gently. First, he sucks the skin and makes you whimper. Then his teeth graze the sore skin. When he finally bites the same spot, you realize he was just giving you some time to protest but it never came. His bite pulls a groan out of you and the way it hurts falters your rhythm.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He licks the same spot, trying to soothe the pain. “There’s a part of me…” He tries to find the right word. “...that wants to mark you. Show the world that you’re mine.” Fuck, is he serious? He stops for another second to ask “Are you mine, doll?” He sounds so nervous yet possessive.

“I am.” You move a little back and look into his eyes while saying that. “I have been for a long time.”

He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and pulls you in for a long, passionate kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, making you burn with passion.

“I’m yours, too. I think I always have been.” 

It’s your turn to show how much those words mean to you. You start to move again on his lap. This time it’s faster than before and it just makes both of you moan loudly. He wraps his arms around your body while he supports your movement by grabbing your ass and moving you a bit faster than before.

“Shit!” It feels good but it also restricts your range of movement and he realizes it quickly.

“Sorry. I just want to feel you all over me.”

You want to say it’s alright but he’s a lot faster than you. Suddenly you find yourself on your back. Bucky’s still between your legs. He never left inside you while changing the position. 

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” 

God, the way he says it sounds like a soft order. You can practically feel the desire running through your veins. Your legs are automatically wrapped around his ass while he starts to move but he doesn’t put any distance between you. His whole body is pressed against yours while he’s kissing and licking all over your neck.

Sex with Bucky never felt like this. It was always good. You don’t remember any occasion you didn’t enjoy it or reach orgasm. Yet this feels like real intimacy. The way he’s making you feel is indescribable. You can feel everything he said before while he moves inside you. How much he wants you, how much he adores you… The way he clings to you fills you with love. All of it enhances the physical pleasure. Loud moans escape your lips.

“So… All this time…” Bucky starts to talk. “You thought I was here because this is easy.”

Ah, fuck. He isn’t gonna let that go, is he? You should’ve known that. You roll your eyes in response but he doesn’t see it. His head is still buried in the crook of your neck.

“All this time… I was where I wanted to be.” Your annoyance quickly fades away as he keeps talking. “Underneath your body.”

“You weren’t always underneath me.” You answer him with a playful tone.

“As long as I’m inside you, the position doesn’t matter.”

“So…” You try to ask as quickly as possible before your sudden courage disappears. “You haven’t been sleeping around with anyone else.”

He raises his head just to look into your eyes. 

“All this time, you thought I was fucking other people?”

“I mean…” You were just friends with benefits. What else you were supposed to assume?

“Were you?”

“Was I what?”

“Fucking other people?” His question is a lot more blunt than yours.

“I asked first!” You sound so defensive all of a sudden.

“I can’t live without touching you, smelling you, feeling you… I have been craving you non-stop, only stopping myself from calling you every day, just so I wouldn’t scare you away and you are asking me if I have been fucking other people. Jesus Christ, doll. How blind are you?”

You are questioning the same thing yourself, to be honest. How blind were you? While trying to surpass your feelings, you were overlooking his, as well. It’s just unbelievable.

“Doll?” You didn’t realize you were lost in thoughts. “It’s fine if you have been.” It doesn’t sound fine at all. It sounds like he’s trying to rationalize it so it would hurt less. “I’m not saying I won’t be jealous but it’s not like we were actually together.”

You start to laugh and he gives you a strange look.

“You are such an idiot and you call me blind.”

“What?”

“I only ever wanted you, you moron.” 

His smile is so big and bright, it’s worth everything you two went through. His happiness is practically radiating. Suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you like a madman.

“You’re only mine.” He starts to move inside you again and you can feel how close you are to coming.

“Only yours.” Your words make him groan loudly. 

“Fuck that mouth of yours. You’re gonna make me come before you.”

“You can do that later.” You tease him while moving your hips to meet him.

“Is that a promise?”

“It can be. Only if you fuck me just a little harder so I can finally come!”

That makes him move away from you. He stands up and without losing any time, pulls you on the edge of the bed. You know what’s coming and it makes you smile like a fool. He positions himself between your legs while pushing your knees on your chest. In a couple of seconds, he’s back inside you but the position feels so much better this time. A loud moan leaves your lips every time he hits that sweet spot inside you.

“Harder, huh?”

“Yeah. Just like that.” It’s so hard to not roll your eyes with the pleasure he’s giving you. It’s familiar yet it feels so different this time.

“My girl wants it rough. Why didn’t you just say so?” He sounds cocky there’s also a hint of eagerness in his voice. You can tell he’s close.

“Do I have to tell you everything?” 

“From now on, yes. You have to tell me everything.” That authoritative tone pushes you over the edge. “Every fucking thing you feel, okay? Every fucking thing you want. I wanna know everything!”

“Yes!” You practically scream. You don’t know if you are answering him or just screaming because of the way he makes you feel. Your legs are shaking violently while your whole body tightens up. “Fuck yes. Please, please, please, don’t stop!” Your eyes are closed while you are riding your high.

That makes him groan so loudly. Even though you can’t directly look at his face anymore, you just know he’s about to come. He starts to pound on you so forcefully, it just unlocks another level of orgasm for you. Both of your moans fill the room and he keeps going until he empties himself inside you. After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of you and lays right next to you.

“Fuck, that was…” The struggles to find the right word.

“On another level?” You offer to end the sentence for him. That’s exactly how you feel.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “We should’ve talked to each other before.”

“We were busy doing other stuff.” You smile and he smiles back, knowing exactly what you mean.

“I guess we did everything other than talking things through, huh?”

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[buckyalpine]

just reread your untouched series and like

horny/needy bucky that can’t stop touching you no matter how often you guys have sex or like even if he did just fuck you an hour ago, that man is still gonna act like he’s the most touch starved man in the entire world

FUCK YES, I LOOOVEE This au, no context needed, he's forever touch starved with you. You're just so special to him, especially because you're each others firsts. Seriously, it makes him blush every time he thinks about it; how you were the first girl to ever touch him and how he was the first guy to touch you. He just can't keep his hands to himself when you're near by and he's even worse after sex, he does not care for an inch of space.

"Jamie, s'too hot" You mumbled, wrapped up together under the sheets, freshly fucked, your skin still warm after your boyfriend took you apart 3 different ways.

"Wanna cuddle" He whines, hugging you tighter, hitching his leg over your waist to keep you from squirming away, keeping his face pressed against your boobs. You're not even sure he can breathe like this but he doesn't seem to care.

It makes Steve sick. He's fully on board with you two dating; He knows his best friend loves you with his entire being and if anything, Bucky is even more protective over you than him. That being said, he can't help but roll his eyes and internally retch each time he catches Bucky clinging onto you like a baby, acting like he's never been held in his life.

""Buckyy" You giggled feeling his scruffy cheeks tickle your neck when he hugged you from behind with a grumpy pout on his face, his bedhead still fluffy and sticking up all over. He rubs his eyes, letting out a little yawn while clinging onto you, disgruntled because he woke up and couldn't find you in bed. "I wanted to make us breakfast baby, why are you up"

"Why'd you leave me" he mumbles, sleepy voice muffled as he buries himself against your neck, acting like a koala bear making it difficult for you to move around the kitchen. It was typically always him up first and you wanted to do something nice for him but he had other plans.

"Do neither of you see me sitting right here" Steve shook his head, debating on chucking his pancakes at Bucky while his best friend huffed in response, continuing to hug you.

"I didn't leave you bub, I just wanted to make you breakfast" You coo, turning to press a kiss to his cheek, while he shrugs, impatiently waiting for you to finish.

Bucky constantly has to be touching you in someway or another, and he doesn't care where. Even when you're both studying on campus, he has a hand on your thigh or his pink brushing against you. His favorite place to study is curled up on your bed, the both of you engrossed in whatever paper you have to write while you're still within reach for him to kiss.

He needs his cuddle breaks, which include 5 minutes of snuggling with you in his lap before he reluctantly lets you go again to get back to work.

He's such a sweet soft baby for you and it's neeever going to change. Ever.

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[espinosaurusrexex]

pls do the “who did this to you” i just imagine and college!bucky x reader and they cant stand each other but share an apartment. reader comes back hurt, bucky sees it and becomes protective.

I think I wrote this before any other request, I loved it so much! Hopefully you do too 💕

"Who did this to you?" (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

College!Roommate!BuckyBarnes x Reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of abuse, grumpy Bucky, angsty, sassy reader, fluff

You tried to blink the tears away as you roamed through your purse. There was really no need to cry at this moment, but you couldn’t help it. You were fucking shaken from what had just happened. 

A curse rolled over your lips when your shaky hands missed the lock on your apartment door a second time. Stupid hands. And the dumb tears in your eyes didn't help you see what you were doing either. You just wanted to get inside, hide away in your room and avoid all of humanity for a solid week. And you wanted it to happen fast. Because you knew the conversation pending about two doors from this one and you dreaded it. 

It was shameful enough you came home crying from a date at this hour, you didn’t need a lecture on top of it. But Bucky had told you. He had told you that all men were dicks and that nothing good could come out of a drunken number jot down at a sports bar at 2 am. But you didn’t listen. You never listened to Bucky. Hell, you tolerated him on a good day, so you most certainly wouldn’t take advice from him. 

And that’s why you went out with that idiot poser boy John, really just to prove Bucky wrong. But, shit, it bruised your ego to admit he had been right this time. Not that you planned on telling him that. 

Fuck, no. 

Because all your roommate would do is give you an ‘I told you so’ when you really needed a good hug and a tequila girls' night. But that wouldn’t happen. He would never let you live down the worst date in history. 

First, that dickhead had tried to order you a salad and then he pretended to have forgotten his wallet and then, after you had brought him home, he had really thought the date had gone good enough to expect more than a fucking smack in the face. And after you had politely tried to tell him to fuck off, that asshole really tried to force himself on you. Luckily, his roommate had put an end to it before anything more could have happened, but it was enough to shake you to your core. 

An annoyed groan echoed through the door before it unlocked and revealed a shirtless Bucky beyond the threshold. He was staring at you broodily as you scrambled to get your key back into your purse and push past him but his disheveled hair and gray sweats made you halt for a second. 

“What happened?” If you weren’t so scattered, you would have never thought to see his eyes slightly soften at the sight of you. Bucky would never, though. It was just your shocked mind playing tricks on you. 

“Sorry for waking you,” you grumbled as you pushed past him, but Bucky blocked your way immediately. 

“What’s your problem?” You snapped as you stared up at him. But he didn’t say a thing. “That’s what I thought,” you whispered to yourself when you pushed at his chest to clear the way.

But Bucky was fast to snatch your wrist. A painful scream escaped your lips as you yanked your arm back, holding it securely to your chest while trying to fight the tears brimming again.

Fucking tears. You didn’t want to cry. 

His eyes quintet smaller before he closed the front door with a thud, while simultaneously reaching out to pull your hand back towards him - gentler this time. He pushed up your sleeve to reveal a swollen wrist beneath the cotton. Fuck, that looked worse than it felt. You hissed when his gaze caught yours again. 

“What happened?” His voice was less angry suddenly - insistent and calm, somehow.

You pulled your hand back a second time. “Just forget it, okay?” Not the lecture. Not now. 

But Bucky was fucking persistent. God, he was annoying. “Y/N. Who did this to you?”

You wanted to just leave but the tone of his voice let a shiver run down your spine. He was staring at you with those damn eyes again and now you really couldn’t stop the tears from falling anymore. It was too much. Too frustrating, too embarrassing.

“You were right okay?!” It broke out of you, your arm flailing in the air. “Are you happy? John Walker is a fucking asshole just like you said. Now leave me alone.”

You turned to the hallway, your sleeve wiping at your eyes while you heard Bucky follow you through the darkened room. “Not happening.”

“What?” You turned back angrily. You were so ready to just punch him right about now. Why couldn’t he just leave you be? It was bad enough as it was. 

“I’ll get you some ice.”

“Bucky-”

“No. Just shut up for once and let me at least try to apologize for my species.” He grumbled and you snorted in disbelief. What was wrong with him? 

Bucky just stared at you again, and you couldn’t shake the feeling he was waiting for your permission. As if he had ever wanted permission for doing anything. But when he didn’t move for another second you got serious again. “Sorry.”

With a silent nod, he disappears into the kitchen and you went about your bedtime routine. When you entered your room, freshly showered and in your pajamas, Bucky looked up at you. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a towel, and he was wearing a shirt now too.

Shame, you thought, and immediately scolded yourself for it.

The shower had helped calm you down a little, but now that he was gently pushing the ice back to your wrist, your heart began to race again. The night had been fucking traumatic so far. And having your annoying wouldn’t-touch-you-with-a-six-foot-pole roommate be nice to you for once was terrifying. But at the same time, you felt as though you got to see a side of Bucky today he rarely showed to anyone. And, as much as you hated to admit it, it was nice to not fight with or ignore him for once. 

Another then minutes passed of you just sitting in silence, your mind racing with memories of the night and Bucky staring against the wall for the majority of it. You didn’t want to think about what would have happened had Lemar not intervened his dickhead roommate’s plan. But you couldn’t stop. It was all that occupied your mind and it made a whole new wave of anxiety wash over you. 

You were so deep in your nightmares, you hadn’t even noticed Bucky get up.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked with his hand on the doorframe. 

You just spared him a quick glance and mumbled a hasty ‘I’ll be fine’ before you moved to lay down and roll on your side, facing your back to the door and Bucky. 

“Are you sure?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t want to tell him the truth. That you were terrified of being alone right now. That you would sleep way better if John Walker had gotten a knee in his balls and a restraining order. But you somehow couldn’t bring yourself to lie to him either. So you just stayed silent, your arms hugging your body as a slow tear ran down to your pillow. 

For a while, it was quiet, and you really needed to control your breathing, your muscles tense as you lay there. Hoping - wishing - for this to be over soon. But then you heard Bucky shuffle a few feet away from you and soon, your mattress dipped. 

A small but relieved smile snuck on your lips when you felt him carefully inch closer to you. You just lifted your blanket in response until Bucky was snugly pressed against you. His arm wrapped around you and you could feel him relax when your hand covered his. 

It was unusual but it felt so nice to be held.

Your breathing evened out with every second and after some time, a steady rhythm had settled within you. You actually relaxed against Bucky’s chest, his face resting in the crook of your neck - you were drifting off to sleep slowly, calmly.

But before you entirely tapped out, Bucky whispered into the darkness, a gruff annoyance in his tone. “If he ever tries something again, you tell me. I’ll make sure he’ll stay the fuck away from you.”

But it warmed you all the more. You wouldn’t take his kindness for granted, though. It meant a lot to you. “Thank you,” you sleepily mumbled as your head buried deeper in your pillow.

You saw Bucky’s frown before your eyes when his face pressed back into your skin. Funny how relationships shifted sometimes.

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[inmyicyworld]

Jersey

College! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Natasha’s idea of getting a jersey with Bucky’s name turned out to be much better than you expected.

Words count: 3.2k

Warnings: established relationships, SMUT, unprotected sex (but they’re both safe and clean), dirty talk, sex in the locker room, a lot of pet names, Bucky is needy and caring, he’s deeply in love.

Author’s note: hey everyone! thank you for your feedback on my last posts, it means a lot to me. so this is my first smut, and I hope you’ll enjoy it. (I became creative with that photo of the red jersey because I couldn’t find a perfect picture, so I edited it for like half an hour😭)

I have many ideas for my future works, but you have something interesting in mind, feel free to write me about it. Maybe I get some inspiration and create something🩷🦋

*English is not my first language. Sorry if you find any mistakes*

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It’s been another game for the "Avengers", where your boyfriend Bucky Barnes was a quarterback. Today was one of the most important games against "Hydra" – their biggest enemy. Obviously, you couldn't miss the game, and Natasha, your best friend and roommate, will be with you as always. And right now, she has convinced you to do something that has been on your mind for a long time.

"C’mon, It’ll be fun. He’ll like it, I promise!" She said as you two stood near the place that made custom t-shirts with any prints. And at this moment, Natasha wanted you to order a jersey with Bucky’s number and his name on it.

"I don’t know, Nat. I mean, I want to do it, but what if he thinks that it’s too much?" You nervously played with the hem of your skirt.

"Now stop it." She stood before you and put her hand on her hips like a mother who was scolding her child. "You’ve been dating for more than a year, and his guy loves you so fucking much that he can’t even tear his eyes from you every time you two are in the same room. So when I tell you that he’ll love it, I mean it." You silently looked at her for a few minutes, but when she questionably raised her eyebrow, you finally gave up.

"Fine, you won. I hate you."

"I love you too, baby." Nat chuckled and dragged you to the store.

It seemed like there were thousands of people because everyone wanted to see one of the most important games of the season. People were already taking their seats, but you and Nat went straight to the locker room to wish the guys good luck. Trainer Fury was very strict about this, and it was forbidden for people not from the team to go there, but for some reason Nat always found a way to solve this problem.

"Guys!" Natasha loudly knocked at the door. "Are all of you already dressed up? I’m not in the mood to see somebody’s ass today!"

"Come in!" You heard Thor’s loud voice.

"Oh, I see our support group is here." As soon as you two walked in, Sam ended up between you and Nat and threw his hands over your shoulders, leading you deeper into the room. "Barnes will be here soon; don’t worry."

"Okay. Are you guys ready to beat their asses?" You smiled and looked at the almost entire team that had come to see you and Nat.

"Don’t worry, Sweets, we’ll win, as always." Tony answered you while he was cleaning his helmet. "But you should tell your boyfriend to stay away from Rumlow, or else he’ll be suspended again. By the way, is that jersey with his name?" You quietly nodded as the whole team made an impressive ‘woo’ together.

"You two are disgustingly sweet, you know that?" Sam rolled his eyes, and at the same time, the door slammed. "It’s him; go give him some kisses for luck."

"Shut up, Samuel." You laughed and left their little circle to find Bucky looking at his phone. "Don’t you want to say hi, James?" He moved his eyes to you, and his face immediately lit up with happiness.

"I just wanted to text you." He threw his phone on the bench and came closer to wrap his arms around you. "Hi, doll. I missed you so much today." He mumbled into your neck.

"I missed you too, Buck." You smiled when your heart filled with all the love you had for that man. "But wait, I have to show you something." You slipped out of his hands, excited and nervous at the same time. "Look what I’ve got!" You happily turned around to show Bucky your back and flipped your hair to the side so he could see everything better. "Do you like it?"

You had a big red jersey on you, to which Bucky didn't even pay attention at first. But when you turned around, his mouth went dry and his whole body became fuzzy. You had his number 17 and the word "Barnes" on your back. You were wearing his name.

For a few seconds, he was silent. He didn't answer your answer either, so with confusion written on your face, you faced him again, only to see a weird look on his face.

"What? You don't like it? Should I take this off? I'm sorry…" You started to apologize, only to be interrupted by his low voice.

"Don't you dare take this off, Y/N." He suddenly came closer to you again, and the next thing you knew, your back was slapped against the metal lockers when Bucky’s lips attacked you. He kissed you passionately and deeply, pressing his body against yours as if he was desperate to touch you and feel you closer. You couldn’t hold back the quiet moan that escaped your mouth when he tilted your head with his hand, helping his tongue slip into your mouth.

You thought that you heard the screams of the boys on the other side of the room, but they were really muffled when your head was filled with the thought of your boyfriend’s soft lips and warm skin. Bucky finally broke the kiss, leaving you two catching your breath while he put his forehead on yours and closed his eyes.

"You don’t understand what you’re doing to me. You look so fucking hot in this jersey, I want to fuck you right now." He whispered so only you could hear. "You made me hard, doll." To prove his words, he pushed his hips a little bit closer to you so you could feel the hardness.

"‘M sorry; I didn’t know that you would react like that."

"Hey, Buck, we should already go." Bucky’s grip on your waist became only tighter, when he heard Steve’s voice, and he nuzzled into your neck.

"Give me a minute."

"The game is gonna start soon."

"I said, give me a minute, Steve!" He said it louder. Bucky deeply inhaled, and it was obvious that he just needed some time to calm down.

"Shh, it’s okay, James." You put your hands through his hair because you knew that it would instantly relax him. "You're gonna win this game, right? And without fights." 

"I’ll do everything for you. I just love you so much, doll." He whispered into your neck when his body finally relaxed and he was able to move away from you.

"I love you too, James." He quickly kissed you again before turning around to face the team, who had knowing smirks on their faces.

"You two should get a room." Sam had an annoyed look on his face.

"Don’t worry, Birdbrain, we will. Are you ready for the game, or are you gonna stand here and complain all day?" Bucky winked at you and went out of the room without waiting for the answer from Sam.

"So…" Natasha suddenly appeared near you. "Did you make The White Wolf hard by just wearing a shirt with his name on it?" She grinned, as it was her original plan that worked.

"Oh, shut up!"

The game was tough. Hydra played dirty as always, and Bucky almost got into a fight with Rumlow during the intense moment. You almost jumped out of the seat during the last few minutes of the game, and when "Avengers" finally won, you and Natsha screamed at the top of your lungs.

As soon as the team was done cheering and hugging, Bucky looked at the seat where you were supposed to be but saw only Nat, who pointed at you already standing near the rim. He ran to you with the biggest smile on his face, and when he finally reached you, he crushed his lips into yours.

You didn’t care that many people looked at you, even though you knew that some particular groups of girls would gossip about it for the next week because… well, everyone wanted your boyfriend. You just wrapped your hands around his sweaty neck and pulled him closer to you as far as you could with a fence between you two.

"I’m so proud of you, baby." You whispered into his lips. "You were amazing as always."

"Thank you, doll. I'm happy that you’re here with me." He looked into your eyes as his right thumb rubbed your cheek.

"You know I couldn’t miss your game, especially if it’s that important."

"Mhm, can you… come to the locker room in like twenty minutes?" Bucky nervously licked his lips.

"To the locker room? I thought we were going to celebrate it with the team as always."

"Maybe later, but I’m thinking of something, so come, ‘kay?" He started to go back to the field, but not before giving you another sweet kiss on the lips.

You sat in the cafeteria for about twenty minutes, passionately waiting for the appropriate time to go to the locker room because you really didn’t want to see another naked man that wasn’t your boyfriend. One such experience was enough for you. You asked Nat to come with you, but when you repeated Bucky’s words to her, she just gave you a mysterious smirk and patted you on the shoulder, saying that you better go there alone.

When you finally got there and knocked on the door, you heard only Bucky’s voice, who told you to come in.

"James? What’s going on?" You asked as you came further into the room. It was empty except for Bucky, who came out of nowhere and locked the door. "What are you doing?"

He didn’t answer you; he just crossed the room, kissed you, and pushed your back into the metal lockers, just as he did it a few hours ago. He was greedy, passionate, and a little bit too rough, so you couldn’t keep the moan from escaping your mouth. Bucky’s hands squeezed your hips and then went higher under your jersey.

"Bucky…" You pulled away from the kiss, but he took advantage of it and started kissing your neck. Your eyes rolled back as you squeezed his shoulders and completely forgot everything you wanted to say. He sucked your soft skin into his mouth and even bit you. It was obvious that he desperately wanted to leave dark marks on your neck, but, honestly, you didn’t care. He smelled too good fresh out of the shower, with his bare chest and low-rise gray sweatpants, and his mouth… God, you knew what his mouth could do. "Baby, we can’t do it here."

"We can, and we will." He left your neck and looked at you, leaving only a few inches between your faces. "You can’t imagine how hard it was for me not to bend you over the closest surface when you showed me that fucking shirt. With my name on it? So everyone could see that you’re mine?" Bucky licked his already swollen lips. You pressed your thighs together, feeling how wet you were. He definitely felt that motion because his eyes became darker, and he looked like he was going to devour you at that same place.

"James…" You quietly whimpered, not being able to hold yourself anymore.

"Baby, fuck– doll, I love it when you call me that. You drive me insane." He decided not to lose any more time, so his hands went straight to the button of your jeans. He helped you get out of them, not losing a chance to touch your bare legs. "Now turn around, baby." You heard a deep moan, probably when he saw the back of the shirt again.

"Bucky, please." You whispered when you felt that more juices came out of you. You loved when your boyfriend became needy and possessive.

"Look at you, doll. You're already ready for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet." He said that when he put his hand over your pussy, he probably felt the heat and pulse. "I would’ve eaten you out, but I need you too fucking much, so I promise to do it when we get to my place."

"O-okay, just do something, please." You pushed your ass back and heard a loud, deep moan as soon as you touched Bucky’s hard cock through his pants. You put your hands behind your back to try to push down his clothes, and at the same time, Bucky removed your black thongs.

You felt his hard cock on the bare skin of your ass, the tip already leaking with pre-cum. Bucky squeezed your ass with his hands and moved his hips. His perfectly shaped cock grinded against your wet folds, and you couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping your throat.

"Please, don’t tease me–" You didn’t even finish the sentence when Bucky moved forward and buried himself deep inside of you. The mixture of pain and pleasure washed over you, and you didn’t even realize that you moaned too loudly. He was too perfect, filling you completely and stretching you around him in the most delicious way.

"Sh-h, sweetheart, you don’t want other people to hear you, right?" One of Bucky’s hands slipped under your shirt and laid on your stomach, and the other one covered your mouth, pulling you closer to his chest. "Good girl." He mumbled into your ear when you shook your head.

Bucky pulled away from you, still staying deep inside of your heat, letting you adjust to his size. He put one hand from your mouth on your back, which made you lean forward toward the lockers. The cold metal cooled your hot skin, but it still felt like you were burning inside.

Bucky finally started moving his hips, and the filling of his dick coming in and out of you made you almost faint. You two had sex a million times, but it still amazed you how full and satisfied he made you feel.

"That’s right, doll. You’re so greedy for my dick, huh?" He started to go faster, and you tried to move your body to his rhythm. "Was this your plan? Showing me that fucking jersey, so I could fuck you like a little slut you actually are?" His hand went over your back, tracing letters on your shirt with his fingers, and his motions became harder. In fact, it wasn’t your idea, but you should definitely thank Natasha because you really didn’t expect your boyfriend to become even more obsessed with you.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, and you clenched around Bucky’s cock, making him moan. "I feel how you’re clenching ‘round me. I know that you like it when I call you my slut. Only mine." 

"Yes, Bucky– James, please." A sudden slap on your right cheek pulled another moan out of you, and Bucky just chuckled, knowing that you’re always loud with him.

"Please what, baby?"

"Let me cum, please– James! I’m so close." You felt too overwhelmed with pleasure, not even realizing that you started crying when his fingers moved to your clit, drawing little circles there.

"Fuck, one day I’m gonna make you Mrs. Barnes, so you will have a well-damn reason to wear this shirt." He deeply chuckled, moving harder and harder into you. More nasty sounds of skin slapping into skin and your not-so-quiet moan filled the room. "Can you imagine that, baby? Being my cute little wife, who likes when I fuck the shit out of her? Poor doll, crying. Can’t even handle my cock deep inside your pussy, can’t you?" He moved even deeper into you, and that was it.

"God– James!" You slammed your hands on the metal near your face, trying to find something to hold onto, as the wave of heat and extreme pleasure covered your whole body and mind. Your legs trembled, and the only thing that kept you straight was Bucky’s strong hands. He felt that you were over the edge, that you couldn’t stand on your legs, and he definitely felt more juices coming out of you. He looked down and saw how his shiny cock was coming in and out of your pussy that was particularly choking him, and that sight threw him over the edge. With the last movement, he pulled your body into him, wrapping his hands around you and releasing his hot seed deep inside of you.

You both moaned at the feeling of you being so full of his cum that it had already started dripping down your thighs.

"That’s it, baby." Bucky whispered into your ear. "You did so well. Are you okay?" He left light kisses on your cheek.

It was too intense; not a single thought came to your head, and for a few seconds you tried to put yourself together.

"Mhm." It was the only thing that you were able to answer because your body was still trembling with the leftovers of your intense orgasm.

You two stayed in that position for a few minutes until Bucky realized that you had become too sleepy. He tried to pull out, but you grabbed his hand.

"‘M too sensitive." You almost cried.

"I know, sweetheart, but now I have to clean you and take you home." Bucky gently came out of you, and your body got goosebumps at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you. It took him all the strength not to shove it back into you with his fingers, but you were obviously too tired, and he couldn’t properly take care of you since you weren’t at his or your bedroom.

Bucky fell on his knees, quickly took a towel from his bag on the floor, and carefully cleaned the mess between your thighs. He reached for your panties, helped you put them back, leaving a soft kiss on your leg, and then helped you sit on the bench.

He looked at your sleepy and tired face while putting on his clothes.

"Hey, doll? You’re too quiet. Is everything okay? Was I too rough?"

"I’m ‘kay, it was just as intense as when you make me come many times in one night. Just help me with my jeans; I can’t feel my legs."

"Of course, sweetheart." He helped you with your pants and then fixed your messy hair. You couldn’t imagine how you must’ve looked right now. "I love you so much. Thank you for being here today. You’re truly the best thing that ever happened to me." Bucky kissed your forehead and wrapped his hands around your body, standing up with you.

"I love you too, Buck. So so much." You happily buried your face into his neck, knowing that your boyfriend was going to take care of everything.

He picked up his bag and keys for the locker room and came out of there. Bucky didn’t even close the door when he heard a familiar voice.

"Do not tell me that you two did what I think you did!" Sam was standing there a few steps away with disgust and shock on his face. "I didn’t expect that from you, Y/N/N." He joked.

"Sorry, Sam." You moved away from Bucky’s neck and tried to give Sam your best apologetic smile.

"Well, I’m not. Since you’re here, close the door, Birdbrain; we hurry."

Sam stood there for a few more moments after Bucky left with you in his arms.

He decided that the headphones that he left in the room could wait until another time.

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[love-hatred-stuff]

He sits there and watches. Looks at you and feels like he's admiring someone people would call a goddess. Someone men would fight and die for. Because that's what he would do for you. All those feelings and you had not a single clue.

Not that Bucky wouldn't come up to you and tell you how he feels. But he knew he couldn't, and he hated the reason for that more than anything else in his life.

It was you. It wasn't you that he hated, no, it was the fact that you hated him. And we aren't talking about the hate where you yell at people and cuss at them. It's the kind of hate where you ignore the person you despise because you just can't handle being near them even if you can't pinpoint exactly what pisses you off about them.

If someone had asked you, you wouldn't necessarily say that you hated Bucky Barnes. If you were asked what you think of him you would shrug and say "he's just not very approachable or friendly looking". He rather looks like his ultimate life goal is hooking up with as much woman as possible. You'd keep that part to yourself, say you're not interested in befriending him and start a better topic to talk about. Because there were plenty, you thought.

And it wasn't like you had no reason to think of him like that, he knows that, he's just not quite sure if it's something he did to you that he doesn't remember or if it's his reputation as the college f*ckboy.

But it didn't matter. Bucky had probably not the slightest chance of ever winning you over, as much as he wished he did.

So he continued to watch you from afar, trying to be subtle about it.

"Dude, are you even listening?" One of his friends shoved his shoulder, trying to get his attention.

Bucky was pulled out of his mind, which was, per usual, occupied with daydreams about you.

"You know, you should go talk to y/n. She's not only like one of the hottest girls on campus, she's also really nice. You two know each other, right?" His friend attempted.

Bucky sighed. "I know her, but she doesn't wanna know me. I should respect that. Whatever reason she might have." He answered in a low tone, exhausted from training the whole week and also not getting to talk to you, which bothers him more than anyone would know.

To his luck. After that, his team and your friend group only became closer through the months and practically spend every weekend with each other. Bucky though, had still zero chances to get you to genuinely listen to him rather than showing all those signs that you were more interested in every one else than him.

It made his chest ache, witnessing the way you had built a wall to protect yourself from him. Not once would he catch you glancing at him, not even out of decency. He figured he must look really unfriendly for you to treat him like that. But he couldn't blame you. He'd done a lot of things in his life that he wasn't proud of.

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[elixirfromthestars]

Lucky Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: Bucky, your childhood best friend, takes you to a baseball game to thank you for helping him with his chemistry class. However, between bets and kiss cams, luck seems to be the real game being played. 

Word Count: ~800

Warning(s): nothing really it’s just a whole lot of fluff 

a/n: Here is a little fluffy drabble I’ve had in my drafts for quite some time. ❤️ Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! 💖 

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      “ Y/n, I caught it!” Bucky yelled grinning from ear to ear. Cheers erupted from the seats around you as he waved the baseball he caught in the air. “ There’s no way,” you grumbled staring at the baseball Bucky was twirling around in his hands. You placed a bet with Bucky earlier on whether or not he would catch one of the stray baseballs from the game. He would routinely complain about coming here and never catching one, so you thought this would be a good opportunity to make a few extra dollars. Unfortunately, for your bank account, luck was on his side today. 

     You reached into your wallet and took out a twenty, handing it to him annoyed at your loss, “Here.” Bucky was grinning smugly as he took the money from your hand, a twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes, “ Maybe you're my good luck charm, Y/n. You should come to these games more often with me.” You glared at him playfully,” And have to do more of your chemistry homework? No thanks.” He laughed at that, stealing a cheesy nacho from the container on your lap.

     “ Not chemistry. Next time it’ll be algebra.” 

     “ In your dreams, Barnes.” 

     “ Oh, so we're on last-name terms now? Well, L/n, to cheer you up I’ll buy you some of that cotton candy you wanted. Although, technically, you'll be buying it,” he cheekily remarked calling over one of the snack vendors and buying a pink fluff of candy floss with the twenty you just gave him. He handed it to you and you gladly took it,” Whatever, Barnes,” you replied holding back a grin. It was nice to see how excited Bucky was to have finally caught a baseball from his favorite team. You knew he wanted one for a long time, and no doubt would stay after just to try and get it signed by his favorite players.

     Even though you lost the bet, you were glad you came to the game with him. You usually don’t come to outings like these as you’re usually busy with coursework and Bucky tends to invite Steve or Sam to these kinds of things. However, when he was falling behind in chemistry, you helped him complete some assignments and study for an exam he ended up acing thanks to your tutoring. Tutoring is not your specialty, but when the request came from your childhood best friend, there was no way you could say no. You can’t remember the last time you genuinely said no to Bucky.   

     The people in the seats surrounding you suddenly started to get rowdy breaking you from your thoughts. You scanned the stadium confused as to what everyone was getting animated over. You knew there was a current break in the game, so it couldn’t be that. Hearing the romantic music being played over the speakers brought your attention to the giant screen in the stadium. Your heart skipped a beat as soon as you saw who was on it. 

     It was you and Bucky. 

     There the two of you were on the jumbotron with the words ‘KISS CAM’ plastered on the screen surrounded by a scatter of red hearts. You froze in your seat never been put in a position like this. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as the people around you encouraged the two of you to kiss—including the announcer. You weren’t a stranger to any sort of public displays of affection, but this was something else in its entirety. 

     “ Y/n, you know we don’t have to do this. They’ll just switch to another couple. Relax,” Bucky spoke up from beside you, his voice gentle and kind. He must have noticed how nervous you had gotten as soon as you two showed up on that screen. You turned to him, the word couple bouncing around your mind with mixed emotions. However, as soon as you locked eyes with him the emotions were no longer mixed. 

     You wanted to kiss him.

     This came as no surprise to you, and most likely no surprise on his part either. There was a constant flirtatious dynamic between you and almost everybody you knew assumed you were a couple. It's not like they would be wrong to assume that since there were a few times you almost crossed the line between friend and lover, however, neither of you ever took the step to fully cross it. Stolen glances, lingering hugs, and near kisses were no strangers in your friendship.

     “ But I want to,” your voice came out quieter than you expected, and yet Bucky had heard you. His demeanor changed from earlier, a hopeful yet almost shy look overtook his face. A sheepish grin replaced the confident one from earlier as the reality of what could and would most likely happen, set in.

      “ You sure?” He asked coming in closer, his right hand taking your left in his as a comforting gesture. You were so entranced by the moment you only managed to nod your head before he leaned over and kissed you. You kissed back, your right hand dropping the cotton candy and instinctively holding onto his cheek. As the stadium erupted with cheers, he used the hand that was holding yours to pull you in closer by the waist.

     Today turned out to be a lucky day for both of you. 

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[slow-motionlovepotion]

𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 | 𝒃.𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: SonsBestFriend!Bucky x OlderWoman!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: <1k

𝒂/𝒏: just a short little thot, I was high as a kite on pain meds when I wrote this so I don’t even know what this is. no beta, we die like men.     

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+, age gap (21ish!Bucky x mid-late 40s/early 50s!Reader), explicit language, phone sex, facetime sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, infidelity, a lil subby Bucky - minors do not interact.   

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Ski trip phone sex 

A buzzing from your bedside table wakes you up, grabbing your phone in the darkness you see an incoming call from Bucky. 

“Bucky?” you mumble as you answer

“Shit sorry, did I wake you?” He whispers on the other end of the line 

“Yes but it’s alright, don’t worry. Everything okay?” you match his volume

“Are you alone?” he asks, breathless

You look over to your husbands side of the bed, empty, and not for the first time this week “Yeah, yeah I’m alone” 

“Needed to hear your voice” he practically whines on the other end of the line

“Bucky…”

“I can’t cum. I’m so fucking hard it hurts and I can’t cum. Just thought maybe-“ he’s cut off by the familiar beeping of an incoming video call. You hesitate for a second before flicking on the bedside lamp and accepting. You’re greeted by a desperate and needed looking Bucky 

“Fuck, you look good” you know he means it, “hang on”

There’s fumbling on the other end of the call until you're placed down, it looks like you’re propped up on the pillows, the angle he’s at lets you see all of him. Bucky’s kneeling in the middle of the bed, his cock red and heavy between his legs. He sits back on his heels and you can see the precum leaking from his tip as it catches the dim light 

“Say something, please, talk to me. I wanna hear you” 

“Oh baby, that looks like it hurts” you’re not lying, he’s painfully hard

He nods furiously “Doesn’t feel as good when I’m not with you” 

“Have I ruined your own hand for you?” 

“Yes,” He’s stroking his cock, hips thrusting gently in time with his hand, eyes fluttering 

“Have you been thinking about me?”

“Yeah, been thinkin’ ‘bout your pussy, love feelin’ you cumming round my cock, you get so fuckin’ tight” he squeezes the head as if trying to recreate the feel of you 

You can’t help but slip a finger between your legs at the sight, pressing against your bundle of nerves. “Ah”

Bucky’s eyes snap open at your sound “Are you…? Fuck” 

“Mmmh, so wet Bucky” you reposition yourself against your pillows, the duvet slipping down to reveal your bare breasts “What about my mouth? Have you thought about that?” Bucky let’s out a pained groan, “Putting me on my knees and fucking my throat?” 

“Shit” Bucky hisses, fist pumping his leaking cock faster “you’d let me do that?” 

“oh Buck I’d love you to, make me choke on your cock” Bucky’s eyes are squeezed shut, mouth hanging open. His bare chest glistens with sweat and the muscles in his thighs are strained. “Look at you, so pretty like this, all for me”

“Yeah, all for you” Bucky pants “Oh God, I’m so close, s’right there” Bucky increases his pace, frantic and desperate. 

You bring your wetness to your clit, circling gently, already closer than you expected. “Not yet, wait until I say” 

“I can’t, please, I can’t. I’m gonna cum” His voice is tight, high and breathless. 

“Wait.” you increase your speed, watching Bucky on the screen, whining, teetering on the edge of bliss, sweat slicked and flushed, looking delightful. You feel the approach of your orgasm, the building pleasure radiating from your core

“Come for me Buck” you can barely get the words out through your harsh breaths but the second you’re done speaking Bucky cries out, thrusting twice into his fist, shaking violently from the force of his climax

“Yes, I’m cu– fuck, yes” He doesn’t care about the noise he’s making, doesn’t give a shit it’s your son on the other side of the wall, your son that’s likely just heard him get off with your help.

“That’s it, good boy” your praise pulls one final thrust from him and the burn of your orgasm spreads throughout you, your blood fire and you know you’re going to come. “Gonna cum Buck, fuck, wish it was you getting me off, wish it was your fingers and your cock. Oh”  

You can’t help the arch of your back or the choked cry you let out as your orgasm overwhelms you. 

“Shit, you look so good when you come” Bucky pants on the other end of the phone, fist and chest covered in his release, eyes heavy 

“Mmhh, feeling better now?” You ask through heavy breaths 

Bucky nods, grinning “Thanks, that was exactly what I needed” he surveys the mess he’s made “haven’t come so hard since the last time we…”

Bucky blushes at the mention of your previous activities. 

You’ve not talked about it, waking up with Bucky’s arm wrapped around you protectively, you’d mentioned it wasn’t a mistake but you needed to be careful, you couldn’t risk your husband or son finding out.

Bucky had kissed you in a way that made your knees weak and your heart flutter. Then he’d spent the next two days throwing you heated looks and touching you whenever possible, fingers brushing when you handed him something, a hand on your back as he squeezed by you in the kitchen, offering to help you with the laundry, where he’d lifted you onto the machine, stuffed a pair of clean panties in your mouth and buried his head between your legs, making you come twice. 

The next morning you’d dropped him and your son at the airport for their new years ski trip, he’d kissed you, making sure your son wasn’t looking as his hand slipped down your back and pulled you against him with a grip on your arse that was bound to leave a bruise. 

“Did you mean what you said?” He reaches for his discarded T-shirt, wiping himself off 

“Did I mean what?” you tease

“You gonna let me put you on your knees and fuck your throat?” He settles himself back against the pillows

“Of course” you smile 

A grin spreads across his face “so when can I see you next?” 

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊 - ♡.

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒊𝒊 - ♡.

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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[sanguineterrain]

Could I request college!Bucky x reader at a carnival with the prompt: “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” 🥰🥰🥰

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

wanted to switch it up, so this time we're doing nerd!bucky <3 my beloved. thank you for the request audra darling!! hope you like :)

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"What do you mean?" Wanda asked, wearing her most angelic pout. "I didn't talk you into anything, Y/N."

You pointed a finger at her. 

"This is a ridiculous ritual. I came here for the funnel fries and nothing more."

"It's a tradition! Running into the water reminds you to tough out your year. When you feel unsure during the semesters, you'll remember you braved the cold ocean."

"I have anxiety; I don't need to catch pneumonia to push myself to turn assignments in on time."

"You're not going to catch pneumonia, Y/N. Come on, this is our last year. Do this for me?"

She laid it on thick, batting her lashes and sticking her lips out. 

"Alright already. You can stop with the pouting."

Begrudgingly, you shed your t-shirt and shorts, now left in your bathing suit which you'd honestly had no intention of making use of. The sun had long since set, meaning the waves were especially frigid, summertime or not. 

"After this we'll do anything you want," Wanda promised. "Any game, any deep-fried delicacy."

"You're damn right," you grumbled, hands clutching your biceps. 

"Man, you're crazy!"

You turned, spotting a cluster of students. They were all in minimal clothing, as if it was ninety degrees outside. On the outskirts was Bucky Barnes, quietly watching, hands shoved into his pockets. 

"See?" Wanda's voice startled you. "He's here too. All the more reason to go in."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you announced. "Come on, let's get this over with."

"Class of '23, let's go!" 

Wanda hooked her arm under yours and dragged you into the water. You squealed as it lapped at your knees, already feeling the chill.

"What a way to end the year," Wanda grinned. 

She let go of you and ducked her head under the water, popping back up with a splash, long hair spraying you. You shielded yourself as best you could, whining at your now damp hair. 

"That's it. I'm going back," you huffed, teeth already chattering. 

You waded out of the water, slipping on your flip-flops. They squished with every step, and you shook like a leaf as you bent to retrieve your clothes. 

"Wan, you made it!" 

Natasha Romanoff jogged over, flanked by her regular group of friends, most of whom you didn't recognize. Except Bucky, of course, but that was only because he was in your chemistry class. And you'd had a rather enormous crush on him the whole year. 

You patted your hair and hung to the side, waiting while Wanda fraternized. 

"Of course I did; I wouldn't miss the Senior Dip!" 

Everyone's hair was wet but none of them seemed to mind. What were they, superheroes? Why were you the only one shivering like a drowned rat?

"This is my friend, Y/N." Wanda waved at you. You flip-flopped over, sandals clacking loudly. 

"Hey," Natasha greeted. "Hope you're having fun."

"Oh, sure. A grand old time."

Natasha gestured to her friends, introducing them. Sam, Steve, Maria and Carol. You politely returned their hi's. 

"Bucky should be around here somewhere. I think you two know each other, don't you?" 

You perked up. Natasha's smile was way too knowing. You glanced at Wanda, who belied nothing. 

"Yeah, we're in the same class," you said slowly. 

"You must be freezing," she tutted, shaking her head. "You know what? I think I have an extra sweatshirt. You can borrow it if you'd like. It's huge, perfect for warming up."

"Oh, wow. That would be great," you nodded eagerly. 

Natasha gestured for you to follow her to the beach chairs. She dug through one of the bags for a moment, then sighed, hands on her hips. 

"I could've sworn I had it."

"It's okay, I'm heading back to the carnival anyway…"

"No, no, wait. Bucky! Hey, Bucky!"

Bucky jogged over, hair already dry and fluffy. He adjusted his glasses on his nose. 

"Hi." His voice was soft, exactly how it was in class, even when he knew every answer. "We heading back?"

"In a bit. You know Y/N, right?" 

Bucky blinked, suddenly seeing you, lips parting. 

"Oh, yeah, yes. Hi. We have Professor Pruitt together. You sit next to me."

"Yeah, I do." The fact that he knew who you were was enough to warm you to your toes. 

"Great! So, Bucky, Y/N is super cold. I thought I had an extra sweatshirt with me but it's in the car! I don't want her to get sick."

"Oh," he said, nodding. He went to his own bookbag, pulling out the jacket you'd seen him wear a million times, dark blue with some sci-fi emblem on the sleeve. You'd always wanted to ask him about it but ended up backing down every time. 

"Here," Bucky offered gently. "Take my jacket, it's cold outside. Especially by the water. Um, it-it's clean."

"Won't you be cold?" 

He shook his head. "I'll be okay. I wouldn't want you to get sick."

That part was a bit of an exaggeration, in your opinion. But under Natasha's watchful gaze, you took the jacket, sliding your arms through and zipping it up. 

"Awesome, awesome. We'll head back soon. Nice meeting you, Y/N!" And Natasha was off, leaving you and Bucky alone. 

You pushed a lock of hair aside, just your fingers peeking out the sleeves. Bucky’s cheeks grew pink. 

"It looks good on you," he said quietly. You snorted. 

"I don't know, pretty sure it fits you better. Matches your eyes."

The blush deepened. "O-oh. Thank you."

You smiled, feeling jittery. You'd never had a full conversation with him before. Confident though he was in class, Bucky seemed to be extremely shy outside. You decided to take the lead. 

"So what's this thing?" you asked, pointing to the sleeve. "Is it Star Wars or something?" 

"No, it's uh, from a science fiction comic I really like. It's pretty old—it started in the fifties. Actually, this is an updated one from the seventies, 'cause the old one referred to the very first comic released, but then they did this storyline where the main characters find this book and the book unlocks these other universes, so—"

Bucky stopped, wincing. "Sorry. I'm rambling. You don't want to hear that."

"No, it's cool. I don't know much about that stuff. So is it supposed to be like Earth surrounded by other Earths? To represent the other worlds?" 

Bucky lit up, nodding. "Yeah, yeah. And that's what it became known for, the comics. They were kind of revolutionary in the genre, so it's meant to show that."

"That's really clever."

Bucky kind of looked like you'd just hung the moon for him. 

You glanced behind you. Wanda didn't show any signs of breaking away anytime soon, clearly enamored by a certain member of the robotics team. She'd catch up. 

"So, um, is this your first Senior Dip?" he asked. 

"First and last. You know, giving it a cute name doesn't make the water warmer."

Bucky laughed, nose scrunching adorably. You smiled slightly, shifting your weight. 

"My friends dragged me to this one too," he admitted. "Said I needed to loosen up."

"They're just jealous you're super smart."

There was that blush again. You were quickly becoming fond of it. 

"You're smart too," he said.

"Chemistry isn't my strong suit," you sighed. "Good thing Pruitt is nice."

"It's an advanced class. You should give yourself more credit," Bucky reasoned. 

You hummed, watching him for a moment. 

"Do you like crepes? I've had my eye on the cart since we got here, but Wanda's a glutton for punishment, as you can see."

"Oh. T-together? Yes, I mean, I like them. I can, uh, walk you, if you'd like. I know it's dark—not that I'm saying you can't take care of yourself! But—"

"Bucky," you gently interrupted.

"Hmm?"  

You tilted your head, chewing your lip to keep from breaking into a full grin. 

"You're sweet."

The tips of his ears darkened.

"Thank you." 

"I want you to walk me. And I also want you to tell me more about these comics. Over a chocolate crepe. Okay?" 

He nodded, far too cute for his own good. Hm. Maybe the Senior Dip wasn't so bad after all.

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[eclecticpatrolroadlawyer]

Illicit Affairs

Masterlist

Summary: Bucky and Y/n are in arranged marriage. Bucky is having an affair. This is all it is about... Let's see where Y/n's fate lies... Should we?

Pairings: Bucky x reader, Bucky x Dot ...

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

A/n (Author's Note) : I think this series is gonna be short and I am gonna finish it cause I have all the things ready for it... And also before that DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER... after reading the first chapter, don't judge... That's all I am gonna say... Hope you guys are gonna love the series though.

Note: Hey guys! Hope u like it. English is my second language so if there's any mistake u can inform me by messaging me privately. And PLEASE REBLOG and DON'T STEAL MY WORK. Please like and comment too so, that I can know ur guy's views. Thank u for reading guys! Have a nice day and please comment if u wanna be tagged in.

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[summerofsnowflakes]

And Now?

Pairing: College Soccer Player!Bucky x Fem!Reder

Summary: Fed up with having your feelings played with, you decide to have some fun with your friend Steve.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: There's no smut in this series, but there are sexual themes and swearing and drinking, so this is an 18+ series. Also a bit of bit of angst to round of this series.

A/N: So here is it the final part of this series, this is definitely my favourite part. Let me know if you enjoyed the ending!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Fuck Up the Friendship Masterlist | Masterlist

You stood with your phone in hand, frantically searching for your taxi app, though it was impossible to see anything through your tear filled eyes. 

The world around you blurred, your head spinning as your breaths became shorter and more panicked. 

Bucky called out for you, following closely behind. You kept your back to him as the tears rolled down your cheeks. It was all too overwhelming, you wished you never got yourself involved in the mess. 

And now, months of stuffing your feelings down deep within you were spilling out all in one go.

Bucky watched helplessly as you cried into your hands, he was heartbroken seeing you so upset. He knew he wasn’t worth your tears, you deserve better than him. 

Despite that little voice inside his brain telling him to walk away, to let you move on from him because he wasn’t worthy of you. He just couldn’t, he needed you in his life and he wanted to make this better. 

So against his better judgement, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his warm body. You nestled your head into his chest as your tears stained his shirt. 

His aftershave flooded your senses and soothed you despite the panic still sitting on your chest.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered against your forehead. He only hoped you could hear the sincerity in his voice, could feel it in the way he held your body that he meant it. 

“I need to tell you something. S-somthing you’re not going to like.” you hiccuped.

“Okay” 

“The whole thing with Steve, it wasn’t real. Well it was, because it did happen but not for the reason you think.” 

“What do you mean?” His hold  on your body loosened ever so slightly. 

“Last night, before we slept together, we made a really stupid plan when we were drunk to make you and Natasha jealous.” You didn’t dare look into his eyes as the words tumbled out of your mouth. 

‘And now I feel like an idiot because I forgot most of it and gave myself a little hope that if you never made a real move then Steve would be open to something with us. God I’m such an idiot. 

‘I’m really sorry Bucky. I’m so so sorry.”  

Silence blanketed over the two of you uncomfortably. You peered up at him, noticing how tight his jaw looked under the orange glow of the street lamp. 

He looked straight ahead, off into the distance as his arms dropped from your body defeatedly. 

“Bucky,” you pleaded, “please say something.” 

His eyes flickered down to meet you, softening when your anguish broke over him like a stormy wave hitting a rock pool. 

‘I can’t preach to you about messing with someone’s feelings when I’ve been doing the same thing to you for months.” He answered, the distance in his voice cut deeper than his anger would’ve.

You didn’t know what to say, so you remained silent, waiting for him to say something else. 

He slumped back against the bar’s brick wall, sighing loudly, his eyes fell to the ground. “I really wasn’t expecting you to say that.” 

He looked over at you as you hugged yourself, your body trembling with sadness. “I’m not angry, you know. I totally deserved it, I just wish it hadn’t been Steve.” 

“I’m sorry too.” 

“Let’s go home and talk about this properly, too many prying eyes in there. I’m sure we’ve given them all a good show.” 

You looked over at him surprised, you weren’t expecting him to come home with you. You were certain he was going to lose his mind over the Steve thing. 

You were sure it would be the final nail in the coffin, the reason he needed to walk away from you completely. 

There was a small smidge of hope that crept up in your mind, but you didn’t want to hurt yourself again. 

Bucky sensed your uncertainty, watched the tension wrap itself around your body and begin to choke you. 

“Hey, no bullshit, I promise. I want to talk this out, I want to stop acting like an idiot.”

“Okay.” You muttered quietly, “let’s go home.” 

Once Bucky had ordered the taxi, an awkward silence consumed the two of you. You lent against the wall beside him idly, unsure of what to say or do. Terrified to be the first one to say anything and ruin the calm before the storm. 

The cold night seeped into your bare arms, you hadn’t bought a jacket tonight under Wanda’s instruction. She thought it was more of a statement to have Steve’s name and number visible on you all night. Now it just felt like a constant reminder of your stupid plan and you were freezing. 

Bucky noticed you from the corner of his eye, the way your teeth chattered helplessly. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, not looking at you.  

You straightened up, standing a little taller to show you were fine. “N-no I’m fine.” Bucky sighed at you and shrugged off his jacket, placing it over your shoulders. 

“Buck, I’m fine.” You murmured, but his body heat had already wrapped you in a warm hug. 

“You’re a terrible liar.” His blue eyes were stormy with stern care. “I’m not having you die of hypothermia tonight because of your pride.” He refused to break his gaze and you knew you weren’t going to win, so you slipped your arms into the sleeves. 

“Such a drama queen.” You sighed, a small smile appeared on your lips. It made Bucky’s heart soar seeing a glimpse of your regular self slip through the pain you’d both caused. Maybe things could be fixed. 

“A drama queen that wants you to stay alive.” He mumbled running his hands up and down your arms, creating some more warmth, just as the taxi turned up. 

You turned the key in the door, carefully slipping into the dark apartment, the evidence of your terrible plan still sitting on the kitchen sides. 

You flopped down on the sofa, closing your eyes as you kicked off your shoes. You didn’t bother turning the lights on, the darkness was more comfortable. You weren’t forced to look at your mess. 

Bucky followed behind you, sitting on the arm of the sofa right next to you. You were leaning towards him without even thinking about it, you were drawn to him even though you were supposed to be hating him. 

“I’m sorry for kissing you this morning and running away. I’ve felt like shit all day because of it.” 

“This isn’t just about this morning, B.” You sighed. 

“I know and I’m sorry for messing you around for the last few months. I know I’ve been unfair.” 

Fresh tears threatened to fall from your eyes, “do I mean anything to you?” Your voice broke. 

“What?” 

“Do you actually care about me? Because it feels like you’re apologising now when I look the tiniest bit desirable to other people and you can’t keep secretly kissing me if I’m taken.” 

“Well first of all, there isn’t anyone else, is there sweetheart?” 

Your mouth fell open, “are you actually serious right now?” 

“No, that's not what I meant.” He groaned, “I keep fucking this up becuase you drive me crazy!” He took a breath before continuing. “I know there will always be a huge queue of guys and girls lining up to take you on a date, you’re one of the best things in the world. I just meant this time it wasn’t real.” 

“I think you’re missing the point, Bucky.” You pointed out. “You acted crazy this morning when you saw me with someone else. So was it just because you saw me slipping from your fingers or do you actually care?” 

He crouched down in front of you, his large thighs either side of yours. You hated the way his body heat felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

“I’ll admit, seeing you with Steve this morning kind of broke my heart and the fact that it was Steve made it hurt so much more.” He confessed, taking your small hands in his larger palms. 

“That was kind of the point of your plan, right?” He asked, his eyes searching for the answer in wandering eyes. “To hurt me and make me realise I could lose you.” 

“Kinda.” You sniffled, a fresh set of tears rolled down your cheeks. Bucky large thumbs were there instantly to wipe them away. 

“Do you remember that first day we met? How we talked for hours and missed our first class together.” You nodded, smiling at the memory. 

“Well that was the day that I fell in love with you. You were kind and funny, you made me feel totally at ease.” He smiled up at you, reliving the memory. “So if you’re asking me if I care, well then I can honestly say you mean the fucking world to me.”

“But god forbid you fuck up our firendship.” Your heart beat stuttered at his words, but the words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Which has been completely fucked up from the minute I moved into this apartment.”

“I’m sorry.” He bowed his head sheepishly. 

“Yeah you mentioned that already.” 

“What can I do to make this up to you?” His blue eyes pleaded with you, his pain was illuminated by the bright moonlight that slipped into the room from the window. 

“Be honest with me, tell me if you want us to be together. I deserve that.” 

He was quiet as he searched your face for something that you couldn’t name. “I- I…” 

“See you can’t do it!” You pushed him backwards onto the floor and stood up, pacing in front of him. “You can't be honest, you’re too fucking scared.” 

You looked down at him, disappointment in your eyes. “ I can’t keep putting myself through the emotional ringer because you think it’s acceptable to act like a child. We’ve not been friends for a really long time and if this whole thing, whatever it is doesn’t change then we can’t speak anymore.” 

Panic set into Bucky’s bones, he jumped up off the floor and towered over you. His hands cupped your faces as a few stray tears slipped from his eyes.  

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea I was hurting you so much. I didn’t mean to do this to you.” He desperately pleaded, his face centimetres from yours. 

He released a shaking breath, eyes fluttering shut as he finally uttered the words you’d been dying to hear. “I’m in love with you, I love you so much it hurts when you’re not with me. I’m just terrified I’m going fuck this all up and lose you.” 

He closed the distance between you, connecting your lips with his, moving his mouth slowly. Allowing you to stop him at any moment but you didn’t. When you finally kissed him back, Bucky felt like he was on top of the world. 

He pulled back reluctantly, pressing his forehead against yours as you regained your breath. “I want you, sweetheart. I just didn’t want to hurt you but I’m a total idiot because I’ve been hurting you this whole time.” 

“How do I know you won’t change your mind tomorrow morning, when you’re sober?” 

“You don’t, you have to try and trust me, even though I know that’s not going to be easy.” His shaky breath fanned over your face. “But I promise no more running away. I know I’ve already let you down so much but I want to make this work.” 

He closed his eyes, peppering kisses over your cheeks and lips. “Will you give this a chance?” 

You nodded softly, “we can take it slowly, but if you get scared, you have to tell. This will only work if you’re honest, Bucky.” 

Relief broke out over Bucky’s face and nodded frantically. “You got it, sweetheart.” He connected his lips to yours again, unable to stop himself. Declaring his love for you with each brush of his lips. “We’re going out tomorrow, I’m taking you on a date.” 

You chuckled softly, biting your lip as you stared into his deep blue eyes. “Lucky me.” 

“No no, lucky me.” You both erupted in laughter at his cheesy line. “I’ll pick you up at 11am, okay?” 

“Okay,” you smiled as he pressed his lips to your forehead and slipped past you towards his room. 

“Goodnight.” He hummed as he retreated into his bedroom. 

You stood in your place, replaying the moment over in your head, unable to stop yourself from grinning. Maybe despite all the pain, it was worth it.  

An itching feeling settled in your stomach, you weren’t ready for this happiness to end. You were certain you weren’t going to sleep now, too excited about the date tomorrow. 

Your feet padded against the floor as you wandered into Bucky’s room, a sheepish look on your face as Bucky pulled his T-shirt over his head. You bit your lip softly looking at his toned stomach. 

“Can I help you?” He smirked, quirking his eyebrow at you. 

“Umm… Well I was wondering, if we could cuddle for a bit?” You asked quietly, ignoring the heat that crept up your neck. 

Bucky smiled at you, like you lit up the world. “Only if you take of that fucking shirt.” 

You laughed as you grabbed one of Bucky’s tops from his top drawer and changed. You climbed into bed with him wrapping yourself up in his arms, you felt the fast beat of his heart against your head. He was nervous. 

His hand ran up and down your spine absentmindedly as you settled into this new normal. 

“Bucky?” He hummed sleepily just as sleep threatened to pull him under. “Where are we going tomorrow?” 

A sleepy laugh erupted from him, “I’ll tell you in the morning, sweetheart. Now go to sleep. We both know you’re not going back to your bed tonight.” 

You smiled as you drifted off to the sound of his heavy breath, happy in the knowledge that everything had worked out.

You were happy.

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[marvelouslizzie]

Like Someone I Know

summary: You decide to take a break from studying and go to a masked party but your casual hookup turns out to be your biggest rival, Bucky Barnes.

pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

warnings: 18+, academic rivals, alcohol consumption, hidden identities, hookup, boob worship, semi-public sex, pet names, oral sex (female receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, praise kink, no mention of y/n.

word count: 2.4K

A/N: @notafunkiller gave me "I don't care if they're gonna see it. I'm not giving them back." and academic rivals as prompt and now here we are… I hope you enjoy this random story. Thanking Andreea also for the editing and for the name suggestion. She’s the best!

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This isn’t like you. You don’t find people attractive this easily, let alone hook up with them at a party, right after meeting them. It feels surreal… like you are having some kind of a fever dream. Maybe it’s because of the alcohol you consumed, but you don’t feel tipsy. So maybe not.

His hands roam on your body, hungrily discovering every inch. His lips are relentless, sucking and licking. It feels so damn good and it’s just so hard to resist. You deserve to let go sometimes. You work so hard, right? It’s okay to hook up with a handsome stranger. Well, you aren’t sure about the handsome part. Not when half of his face is covered by some kind of mask, but his piercing blue eyes tell you he might be the most handsome man you have ever seen. They also seem familiar somehow and you don’t know how that’s possible.

He stops kissing you, while his hands are still on your hips. He looks you in the eye, and it makes you shiver. You finally realize why he feels so familiar and it makes you uncomfortable. Those blue eyes… They remind you of Bucky Barnes. Why on earth would you find someone attractive because they look like him?

“Is everything alright?”

Even his voice… It sounds kinda like him. Not completely though. Bucky’s voice is usually harsher. He sounds like he’s trying to poison you with words. Especially when he makes fun of you after getting a better grade. God, you hate him so much.

“Yeah, yeah.” Your answer sounds so absent and not convincing at all.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I just realized you look like someone I know.”

“Oh, darling…” God, the way he smiles! There’s no way this man can be ugly. That smile punches you in your stomach. “There’s no way you know me.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I would remember a beauty like you.”

That makes you laugh. It sounds so cheesy. Plus he can’t even see half of your face. How could he even remember you?

“I mean it.” 

“I’m sure you used that line on girls before.” 

“I can’t say…” He stops for a second, trying to find the right words. “I do this often.”

“You mean hooking up with strangers at a party?”

“No.” His answer confuses you for a second. “Hooking up at all.”

Oh, that can’t be true. Those blue eyes can convince anyone to do anything. Maybe he’s just trying to make you feel special, and truth be told, it doesn’t matter. You don’t know him. 

“Why is that?”

His hands caress your hips gently. “Usually… I don’t let myself get distracted.”

“Sorry for distracting you, then.” 

Your playful answer makes him smile. He starts kissing your neck. His hands move on your ass, kneading while he keeps on kissing you. His lips move closer and closer to your cleavage. You know this is your last chance to say anything if you don’t wanna go further, but you can’t find the strength in yourself to stop him. His lips are soft and wet on your skin. Every kiss he lays on your skin makes you want more. You don’t know if you can stop him. 

Suddenly he grabs your tits, pushing them together while he buries his head between them. It makes you gasp, and he inhales your scent like he can’t get enough of it. 

“I want them in my mouth.”

He looks up, his eyes pleading for your consent.

“Can I?”

“Someone might come in any time.” You don’t wanna get caught like that. “They might see us.”

"I don't care if they're gonna see it. I'm not giving them back." His response makes you smile. He sounds so desperate while still holding your tits. And like it isn’t enough, he starts to beg. “Please… Can I?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You sound breathy, just because of the anticipation. You just want to enjoy this moment, not thinking about anything else.

He pushes down the straps. He doesn’t even bother unclasping your bra. He just frees your tits and starts sucking on your nipple. Your head is thrown back with sudden pleasure. His tongue dances around your nipple, making you squirm.

“God, you are so delicious.” 

He switches to your other nipple. He licks, bites, and sucks while you try to keep your voice down. It’s not easy. A couple of moans slip away. You are just glad this is a party and the music is loud enough to conceal any sound you make.

Suddenly he lets go of your nipple. The wet pop makes you bite your lip. 

“I really need to taste you.” You give him a confused look. Isn’t he already doing that? “Down there.” He quickly adds.

You don’t know what to say. You expected a quick fuck at best, that’s what the girls told you. Don’t have high expectations for hookups. They end pretty quickly and you might end up unsatisfied. But he’s proving you wrong every step of the way.

He keeps looking at you with a glow. God, his eyes are so freaking beautiful! Even if you didn’t want that, it would be so hard to say no. You finally nod, giving him permission.

“Thank you.” He quickly gets on his knees and hikes up your dress. 

He starts to kiss your thighs, then he brings his nose onto your clothed pussy and just inhales.

“You smell so freaking good, d-darling.”

The praise makes you shiver. Not just because you aren’t used to it, but he also sounds so much like Bucky when he says darling. He calls you doll in a way that makes you feel degraded. Like you’re nothing more than a beautiful doll. No brains. No talent. Just there to look pretty. But this time… It doesn’t make you feel small. It makes you feel like a goddess.

Your shivering doesn’t go unnoticed, though. He smiles like a devil, looking into your eyes. Then he grabs your underwear and just pushes it down. You feel unbelievably exposed. Your breasts are sticking out of your dress while your pussy is right in front of him. But the hunger on his face makes you feel better.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He licks his lips before diving in. He grabs one of your legs and hikes it up on his shoulder, creating more space for himself to work. 

He starts you eat you eagerly. His tongue moves smoothly between your folds and he sets a pace that makes it harder to shut your mouth. His tongue discovers every inch of you. Then suddenly he switches on sucking your clit, making you moan loudly.

“Jesus fucking christ!”

You feel him smile as he stops sucking for a second. His hands reach for your hips, steadying you while he goes back to sucking your clit. Once again your head is thrown back. You try to steady your breathing, but it doesn’t work. Your orgasm comes crashing in.

“Fuckk! I’m coming!” You don’t realize how loud you say it. You don’t realize how harshly you grab his hair and make him moan against your clit. Yet he doesn’t stop. Not until your shaking calms down.

The moment he’s sure you rode out every last bit of your orgasm, he moves away from you. When he looks up, he realizes your mask moved a little bit. Just enough to make him recognize who you are. His eyes are wide open, but you don’t notice any of it. You are still breathing heavily, trying to collect yourself.

He suddenly stands up and places his hands on the wall, caging you in. He looks like he wants to say something, but he can’t find the words. You assume it’s because of his unmet needs. So instead of questioning him, you move your hands to his pants. He watches you unbuckling and unzipping him. Then you look back at his face, silently asking for permission, and he nods.

You get rid of his pants and boxers with his help before he grabs his cock like he’s getting ready. Your words, though, stop him.

“We are not doing this without a condom.”

You don’t know what you expected, but you didn’t expect him to smile.

“Smart girl.”

The way he says that turns you on even more. The only problem is that he starts to sound more and more like Bucky. While you are trying to push away the thought of your biggest rival, he takes his wallet out and finds a condom.

“You don’t do this often, but you have a condom in your wallet.” You can’t help but point out.

“Every guy has one in their wallet. Just in case…” He responds while putting on the condom. “Doesn’t mean we think we’ll get lucky.”

“Well, you are certainly getting lucky tonight.”

“Oh, don’t I know it?”

He suddenly lifts you up against the wall. It’s so unexpected, yet it makes your blood rush. His lips find yours once again, but this time, it feels different. You don’t know what changed. You can’t put your finger on it. It was already passionate, hungry, and curious before, but this time… It’s just on another level. 

“Ready?” You know what he’s asking about.

“Yeah.” You find yourself nodding and he smiles.

“That eager, huh?” His voice is deep and full of impatience, but also some kind of belittlement. God, that Bucky really messed up with your head. 

He doesn’t wait for your answer. He gently pushes himself inside you, and you can’t help but moan out loud. A part of you feels embarrassed that you can’t seem to shut your mouth. You’re not used to this. It makes you feel exposed.

“Yes!” He sounds like he accomplished the most important thing in the world. “Don’t hold back those pretty sounds.”

You don’t know what to say, all you can focus on is the way his words make you wetter and wetter. You feel like you are discovering a part of you that you didn’t know existed. Maybe all you need is to hear how good you are doing. Is it why you are working this hard to get the best grades possible?

He doesn’t let you question more about yourself when he finally starts to move. It feels so overwhelming that you forget about anything else.

“Oh god…” He moans right next to your ear as his fingers are gripping on your skin. “You are so wet, doll.” You freeze. What did he just say?

“Bucky?”

Your heart starts to race faster than before. You don’t know what you are feeling. Shock, fear, excitement… This might be your worst nightmare. Or your biggest dream. 

“I swear to god,” he starts to talk with haste, trying to explain himself before you get the wrong idea. “I didn’t know it was you. You have to believe me.” The fear in his voice is so audible. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him fearing something like this before. “After your first orgasm,your mask slipped a little.”

You suddenly feel relief washing over you. You felt so dumb for a second, thinking he might have tricked you. Knowing he’s afraid just like you helps a lot. He didn’t plan this. Maybe it's just a twist of fate. You reach for his mask and take it off without saying anything. There’s no need for it anymore. He smiles in response. You can see he wants to do the same, but he’s still carrying you, so you take off your own mask, too

 He looks into your eyes, trying to see if you are still okay with this. 

“Come on, big guy, move!”

His devilish grin returns. He bounces you on his arms, securing your position, and then starts to move again. His lips find yours, and you moan into his mouth. You can’t believe you are actually having sex with Bucky Barnes. You have had a couple of wet dreams about him, but you never thought it would turn into reality. You never thought he would be into you. He starts to lose control and move faster than before. 

“Oh shit!” You feel like you might come soon. “Faster. Please!”

“So needy.” He grips on your ass. You don’t know why but his words rub you the wrong way.

“Don’t belittle me.” You snap back, and it makes him stop. You frown, thinking he’s gonna get you off and leave you unsatisfied.

“I never belittle you.” He’s looking into your eyes. “I never meant to belittle you.”

“You are not?” You always thought he was. You thought he was trying to put you down, demotivate you. Even if he was saying something nice.

“Never, doll. You are the smartest person I have ever met.”

You never heard him say this before. Maybe he just didn’t want to admit it back then. 

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

“And the prettiest girl.” 

You crash your lips onto his, kissing him like you can’t survive without it. You had no idea how much you wanted to hear something like this coming from him. He moans into your mouth while he starts to move again.

“I don’t think-” He sounds so pained. “I can- hold back any longer.”

You’re not so far away from reaching your climax. All you need is him moving just a bit harder, then you might be able to come with him.

“Please, come with me!” You don’t care how desperate it sounds. “I just need it a little harder.”

That breaks his defense. He starts to move so fast that it takes your breath away. After a couple of thrusts, your body starts to shake uncontrollably.

“Bucky!” You can’t stay silent. “I’m- coming.”

“Come for me, doll. Make a mess.” His thrusts grow sloppier. You can see he’s losing control because of you. “So fucking pretty. Can’t believe I get to see you like this.” You are sure his grip on your ass will leave some bruises, but you don’t care. It feels so good. He makes you feel so good. “Oh fuck!” 

He looks so pretty while he’s coming. The way he moans… The way his eyes flutter with each thrust… You watch every detail while coming yourself, wanting to memorize it. 

Then he opens his eyes. His pretty blue eyes shine in a way that feels warm, cozy, and downright giddy.

“I can’t believe we really did that.” He’s still holding you. You wonder how that is even possible. You always thought he looked strong, but this is on another level.

“Now tell me,” You sound confident and satisfied. “For how long did you want to do that?”

He chuckles in a way that makes you feel needy all over again.

“Oh, you have no idea.” 

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[buckyalpine]

18+ smutty drabble with some angst and all the fluff and possessive, fwb to lovers college Bucky, I wanted to try something, images are mine, Canva pulled through with the layout. Maybe I'll write something again with this picture, (mob Bucky? DBF Bucky?) but here's an idea:

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"You up?"

You smirked at the text message that popped up, already swinging your legs out of bed because you knew exactly what was to follow-

"Come over"

You didn't bother changing out of the hoodie you were already lounging in, pulling on some shorts and throwing on Bucky's leather jacket before heading out. You pulled the jacket tighter around your body as you walked 2 blocks to his place, fiddling with the spare key he'd given you just because.

"Hey Steve, hey Sam" You gave Bucky's roommates/ bestfriends a wave as you let yourself in, padding past the living room, headed right to his room.

"Hey peanut" The blonde smiled before throwing a knowing smirk to Sam as soon as they heard the door click shut.

"$20 they keep this up for another month"

"Deal"

-

"Hey Buck-

"How come you didn't tell me you'd already left," Bucky set his laptop off to the side, his tight black tshirt riding up giving you a pretty view of his happy trail as he leaned over, closing the screen shut.

"You knew I was going to come-" You started with an eyeroll but Bucky wasn't having it, shaking his head while you looked at the knickknacks sitting on his desk.

"And I've told you to at least let me know when you leave, especially at night"

"When did you care so much" You snorted, gasping when he came up from behind you, turning you around and grasping your jaw in his hand, squeezing your cheeks, making you meet his eyes.

"You don't walk out alone at night. I would have called you an uber"

"It's two blocks-

"I don't care. So who were you all dressed up for earlier today" Bucky cocked at eyebrow, releasing the soft grip he had on your jaw, moving them to rest around your waist instead.

"I wasn't dressed up, it was a regular outfit"

"Please, that tiny black skirt with those stockings" His grip tightened, digging around your hips, "Saw you come by the field when we had practice, were you trying to show me something doll" He smirked, noting you were currently still in his leather jacket.

"I thought it looked cute, don't flatter yourself Barnes-

"That's Steve's sweater" Bucky cut you off narrowing his eyes, tugging the hem of the hoodie. You hadn't even noticed, giggling when you realized you had indeed somehow accidently ended up with Steve's sweater.

"I just wear whatever's comfy, must've gotten mixed up in your laundry last time I was here" You shrugged, tossing off his jacket onto the chair by the desk. "If it helps, it was your hoodie I intended to steal"

"You're not wearing his sweater" It was a statement, something other than lust clouding his thoughts, itching to rip the sweater off your body and keep you wrapped up in nothing else but him.

"Seriously? Why does it matter, I thought this was just casual anyway-

"Mine" Bucky growled, pulling the hoodie off your body and making a point of tossing it out of the room before locking it shut again. "You're mine"

"Bucky-

"Always teasing me with those fuckin' skirts" Bucky grabbed you, hauling you over his shoulder and tossing you over the bed before crawling on top of you and pinning you under him. You hadn't been wearing anything under the hoodie, gasping when Bucky tugged at your nipples, smirking as they pebbled at his touch. "Do you not see how other guys look at you when you wear that baby"

"Bucky please" You sounded needier than usual, caught off guard by his surge of possessiveness, different from his usual protective nature over you. He attacked your neck with kisses, sucking bruises onto them between soft bites, letting his tongue swipe over the area after.

"Tell me, lookit you laying in my bed as soon as I call, soo needy all just for me, huh?" His hands came to lace with yours, pressing his erection between your legs, grinding against your clothed core.

"Jamie, do something" You pouted, squeaking when he came down to nip your lips, getting off you just to throw your shorts and panties off, wasting no time ridding himself of his clothes. He slotted himself back between your legs, letting his thick length rest between your soaked cunt.

"Patience pretty bunny, you have no idea what you do to me, do you. Not sharing you with anyone, you're mine"

"I'm yours?" You whined feeling his cockhead swipe through your folds, gathering your slick, a flash of vulnerability passing between you as his eyes bore into yours.

"Always, babydoll" Bucky whispered with his lips brushing against your as he started to push in, the both of you gasping at the feeling of the initial stretch. It didn't matter how many times he'd already had you like this, the feeling was forever unmatched. He didn't bother with giving you a moment to adjust, setting a brutal pace as soon as he was fully sheathed inside you. He made of a point of making you scream as loud as possible, well aware his best friends were still home, working his hips faster at the thought of you in Steve's sweater.

"You're. All. Mine" Bucky slammed his cock into you with each word, hoping to write his name in cum all over the inside of your tight cunt. "Say it, tell me you're mine, c'mon baby"

"M'y-yours" You stuttered out, "I'm yours Bucky!!"

"That's right, gonna make you scream that all night"

-

And he kept his word. Bucky kept you impaled on his cock until he couldn't hold it any longer, spilling ropes of his load into you, one after the other. He would watch it drip out before getting hard again from the sight along, pushing his dick back into you to make sure not a drop was wasted.

You panted, withering under him as he pulled one more orgasm out of you before letting his bodyweight drop, his now disheveled locks and flushed cheeks resting against your bare chest.

"I meant it you know" He murmured, pressing a kiss between your breasts before looking up at you, "It's more than just physical for me"

"Are you sure?" You giggled as he leaned up to nudge his nose against yours with a shy smile he reserved just for you..

"Very sure. I love you" Bucky mumbled against you hair, pulling the sheets up to cover you both, his arms wrapped tightly around you body to his chest.

"I love you too"

"I also meant it when I said you can't wear his sweaters"

"Bucky-

"Mine"

-

"I want my $20"

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[mediocre-daydreams]

HI 🫶🏻🫶🏻 it’s the mind reader anon !! can i please request for “I’m not as good as you think I am.” X “Maybe, but you’re everything to me.” OR “nobody needs me,” x “i need you.” with bucky barnes?

YEAH SURE USING AN EMOJI DIDNT COME TO MIND BUT im gonna use this from now on 🐙

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I HAD 3 CUPS OF STRAIGHT BLACK COFFEE AND WROTE THE WEIRDEST THING I'VE EVER... EVERED. HERE IT IS!! I'M SO SCARED OF MY OWN BRAIN RIGHT NOW!! I LOVE YOU!!

the eggs benedict to your mass production

college! himbo!bucky x tutor! cynical!reader (and both of them are stupid) notes: absolute crack, it's all just infatuated bucky going from himbo to educated, emotionally mature feminist king like every other word, mutual pining, swearing, a shit ton of dialogue but it's good fucking dialogue, dramatic bucky, you're stupid, he's kind of stupid but like no, just read it and find out i swear it's worth it

w/c: 2k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. “you’re really good at this, you know,” bucky whispered, his peppermint breath caressing your face. he was tucked into your side, one elbow on the table, one arm around your chair—sure, maybe it was a bit too close to be professional, but neither of you was complaining.

“thanks,” you murmured, not bothering to glance up and meet his eye, partially because you were concentrated on the work in front of you, and partially because you knew you’d get flustered and expose your big, fat crush on the boy who’d, for some reason, was taken by you.

well, not “taken,” exactly. he wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, though both of you wished that could be true; both of you also did not realize your feelings were reciprocated. in more specific terms, he was taken, as in ‘awed by,’ your determination.

whether that be your raised hand, steady and confident in class, or the quick wit that you weren’t afraid to weaponize against anybody who dared challenge you, or even the determination you’d initially had to avoid him.

bucky knew he wasn’t exactly in your league, so to speak. your social circles might as well be different planets, but he figured you were an actual planet and he was your moon, circling around you, forever and ever trapped in your gravitational orbit. (at least, that’s the comparison he would make if he was passing physics.)

and that’s how you’d met him. you had lingered after class was dismissed to finish writing down the last of your notes, while bucky had hung back because the teacher needed to talk to him about his grades. to bucky’s delight, the refreshingly disinterested girl who would’ve never given him a second glance without necessity was the tutor that your teacher had recommended.

call him a masochist, but he loved that you treated him with just as much disdain as you treated the rest of his friends. it was… an unpopular opinion. att least, his friends—consisting of three-quarters of alpha delta theta and a little less than half the school’s men’s lacrosse team—certainly thought so.

bucky shifted in his seat, sending another wave of his cologne your way. you tried not to show how much he was affecting you, but you broke immediately when the arm he’d been resting on the back of your chair had finally snaked itself over until his fingers had settled on your shoulders. he began massaging small, slow circles into your skin, and you thought you might melt and mold yourself into the chair.

“okay, i- i think this is pretty good.” you scooted your chair away from him just an inch with reluctance; he smelled wonderful and had a warm presence and was so, so lovely… however, you were here to help him with physics, not get seduced. (though you’d obviously prefer the latter.)

a momentary flash of disappointment—or was that hurt?—crossed his face before it settled into its usual expression; in other words, he was gorgeous and he knew it.

“it’s not pretty good,” bucky took the paper from your hands with his eyebrows pinched in concentration. your stomach sank. “it’s amazing, doll. how are you- fuck, why do are you so beautiful and so, so smart? you’re killing me, here.”

you begged to differ. you were the one on the verge of combustion.

you pursed your lips to hide the embarrassingly exposing beam that threatened to escape and reveal your hopeless affinity for a man who was obviously out of your league. you wanted to hate bucky, you really, really did, but it made sense why he was able to pull whichever strings he wanted to. he was charismatic, confident, and had a way of leaving people in a dreamy, delirious daze that made them vulnerable to whatever kind of intention bucky had. he’d passed numerous classes that he had decidedly failed, slept with too many people to count—his pool was endless; male and female both—and had somehow managed to talk himself out of a suspension after he’d managed to break a window. 

so was it wrong to be wary of his advances? as far as you knew, he was still “talking” to your roommate’s ex-boyfriend’s lab partner (though it seemed as if not many words were being exchanged in their ‘conversations’) and supposedly was hooking up with the quarterback. 

but those could be rumors, your inner naive schoolgirl with a crush said. rumors have an element of truth to them, your rational side said. you interact with less than half the number of people he’s friends with, your cynical side said, and he’s only talking to you so he can go back to his theta kappa beta alpha friends and make fun of you. 

“bucky, i appreciate the… compliments, i really do. and i mean this with, uh, kindness, but don’t you think it’s a little… immature? manipulative? i don’t know, i just-”

this time, the crestfallen look on bucky’s face lingered, and it was most definitely one of hurt. “manipulative? sweetheart, i’d never manipulate you into anything, oh god no! i don’t und-”

“well, you’re always making fun of me so you can get some reaction out of me, and i don’t understand the appeal of trying to- to fluster somebody for entertainment, and maybe it makes this whole ‘tutoring session’ more interesting for you, but damn it, that’s not fair to me!” you snapped, eyes narrowed with malice.

you expected bucky to reciprocate. to hiss at you, or deny it, or make some vaguely misogynistic comment, but he just sat there, like a kicked puppy that had also been caught in the rain. he licked his lips enticingly and his eyes flickered down to… your lips? was that it? 

the gall of him, to continue to mock you even after you’d confronted him.

bucky laughed bitterly, shaking his head. his knee was bouncing and it was giving you secondhand anxiety. “i can’t- ha, i can’t believe you’d think that’s what- have i not been obvious enough? i don’t understand why- why you don’t understand. i like you, a lot, actually. i have since the first week of physics when you told the professor he was wrong and then pulled out evidence. 

“why would you think that i’m…” he looked at you incredulously, “making fun of you? if anything, you’re the one who’s teasing me! i’ve been trying to, well, yeah, i’ve been trying to get a reaction out of you so i can see if you feel the same way!

“and you always seem to do this little routine, where i’ll try and ask you out or- or tell you that you look pretty, or ask you questions about yourself and you do this fucking scrunch,” he pointed to his face, “on your nose, and it kills me. and it kills me that you always scoff at me like i’m nothing but you’re like… the whole world, or something. you’re like, the bonnie to my clyde.”

you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling, not wanting to spoil his rant. “bonnie and clyde were serial killers,” you whispered amusedly. bucky looked at you, took a mental note, and continued without correcting himself.

“you’re the… apple to my eye. the chicken to my egg. and the… alpha theta to my kappa beta. and i think you’re incredible, i really do, but you won’t even give me the time of day. so yeah, i don’t understand why you think i’m the one manipulating you.

“there’s obviously a social power dynamic here,” bucky added, waving his hands around like that would help make his point clearer. “you’re cool and smart and people love you, and i’m like, a piece of shit, kinda. so i guess it makes sense why you don’t like me.

 but that’s beside the point. you have the dominant position in this relationship because you’re the one tutoring me; therefore, my performance relies on your decisions. you wield the power of controlling my gpa or whatnot. and did i mention that you’re smart and pretty? so basically, you’re just better than me which means in society, aka the individual social bubble that is every academic institution, you have more, um, influence than i do. you’re like, the prefect, and i’m the dude you report for breaking curfew. or you’re like, the ta, and i’m the guy whose essay you rip apart.

‘cause you’re like, shit, you’re so wow. and i’m so, wow,” he said the second bit with exaggerated sarcasm and a dramatic eye roll. “and i learned about all this in women’s studies, so if you think i’m pulling this out of my ass, go talk to bell hooks and simone de beauvoir, alright? i’m not, like, trying to manipulate you into a date or anything—not that i’d complain about getting a date, or like, just a shot, and i mean shot as in chance, not as in alcohol—i just really like you. like, like-like you.”

bucky took a deep, shuddering breath after his profession of infatuation. you gaped, probably comparable to a fish, at the frat-adjacent, notorious fuckboy, and delectable specimen of a man in front of you who also took women’s studies and also seemed to genuinely want to take you out on a date—though you weren’t particularly sure about the second one since his explanation was very long and not very easy to follow—that you’d severely misjudged.

“i-” you sputtered, for once, out of wit. “that’s so… nice.” you fiddled with the paper that the two of you had been working on. you could hear the sound of bucky’s heart shattering from where you sat. 

you hung your head in your hands, bewildered. “okay, you said you didn’t understand what i said but now i’m not understanding what you said because you’re saying i’m all… admired and intellectual and alluring and, powerful, even, but i- i’m not. bucky, i’m literally sitting in the library tutoring you on a subject i suck at because i have no other weekend plans and because i’ve been bullshitting my way through this class and the professor just so happened to eat it up.

“i don’t know what i’m doing either, bucky. i’m not- i’m not as good as you think i am. i’m… if we’re going back to that stupid chicken-egg analogy, you’re like a crowing morning rooster and i’m an egg produced by a capitalist’s hellish factory farm that’s dropped on the ground and will probably grow mold before someone cleans it up.” you paused. “oh wow, that was a way worse metaphor than yours, wasn’t it?”

bucky shook his head, a brilliant, dopey smile slowly growing on his face. “no. no, that was… so beautiful. you’re so smart,” he insisted, and it seemed like he genuinely believed it. “you think you’re some- some rotten egg, but to me, you’re an eggs benedict that’s been approved by gordon ramsey. you keep saying all these self-deprecating things and y’know, my therapist says that’s really bad for your subconscious perception of yourself and your value, and i know i just said that you’re smart but you’re actually being so stupid right now. because i think you’re really awesome. so…”

bucky swung his legs under his seat, which was really awkward because his legs were already so long that his knees were brushing the top of the table, so it looked more like he was trying to kick the table apart.

“can i kiss you?” bucky breathed, eyes scanning your face with pure adoration.

“absolutely not,” you grimaced, planting your hand on his face and pushing it away. “don’t push it. but… how does dinner at 7 tonight sound? not the cafeteria shit, i’ll take you somewhere nice. and don’t get it twisted, i’m asking you out, okay?” 

bucky nodded eagerly, going from kicked, wet puppy to newly-adopted, instagram account worthy puppy. “i- wow, thank you! wow. i’m so- yes, i will be there. should i get flowers or are you going to do the flowers thing? because i really like you a lot and i don’t want to mess this up and-”

“i’ll do the flowers. and the picking you up. and if you’re a good boy, maybe you’ll get a kiss at the end of the night. does that sound okay?”

it sounded more than okay to bucky.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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a drabble request for you -

soft dark!sugar relationship with Bucky Barnes. who is giving sugar is up to you 😌

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AN: Well, apparently I can’t drabble! And Amber, please forgive me the ending - you’ll know when you read it. Kisses!

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Summary: You want Bucky as your sugar-baby. You've just got to find the right way to get him to agree to it.

Relationship: College Bucky x Soft!Dark! Professor Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

CW: Sugar Baby relationship, Manipulation, Dub-Con (Reader gets Bucky drunk on top of the manipulation) Age gap (Bucky early 20’s, Reader in 40’s), Power Imbalance, Explicit Sexual Content (Oral sex, Pussy Job/Grinding, Unprotected P in V sex, Mommy Kink, thoughts about future BDSM relationship, collaring and impact play)

The entrees hadn’t even been placed on the table when your date started to squirm in his seat. You stifled your sigh but still raised an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong, James? You’re wriggling like a toddler.”

He looked at you, sea blue eyes wide and a delightful flush working its way up his neck. His pink tongue snuck out and swiped over his lips, and you had to squeeze your thighs together just thinking about what that tongue would hopefully be doing soon.

“I…um… the thing is that… I….” He stopped, took a deep breath in, then let it out in a rush. “Idon’tthinkIcandothis.”

Before he could bolt, you reached across the tablecloth and took hold of his hand, rubbing your thumb back and forward over his wrist and shooting him your sweetest smile.

“Just breathe, James. Okay? We’re just two friends having dinner together. And if that’s all it is, that’s all it is. Let’s enjoy ourselves and then discuss… other things… later.”

He pulled his lower lip between his teeth and gave you a small nod, settling back in his seat. Just in time, actually, as the waiter arrived with your orders.

As the young, attractive man opposite you started to eat, you observed him over the rim of your wine glass. You’d first noticed Bucky when you were changing lecture halls between classes. You weren’t one of his professors, but your departments were situated in the same building. Not being his professor made what you wanted easier - you weren’t in a position of power to affect his grades. Okay, it was still a bit morally grey, but you could live with that. And what you wanted was him.

Men your age bored you. They thought the world owed them, they were completely self-absorbed, and none had the stamina to keep up with you. When you’d seen Bucky, you’d known he was the one. Being that bit younger, that bit more naive and innocent, you’d be able to mould him into the perfect lover, the perfect partner.

Last week you’d found him, distraught, out the back of the college coffee shop where he worked in order to afford his tuition. You’d overheard him talking to a coworker and fellow student a few days earlier about how there was an issue with his credit score and how he was going to have to pick up extra shifts to make ends meet. But that day, when he’d been at his lowest ebb, he’d allowed you to hug him as he told you that the till system was showing irregularities during some shifts, and the only common denominator was him, so he’d been let go.

You’d let him get it all out, held him in your embrace, there between the dumpsters, on the back steps. You made a promise to yourself then - the next time he cried in front of you, it would be from the pleasure you were giving him.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Prof. I could try to get another job, but they’re not likely to work my shifts around my classes or pay as well… and it’s not like I have many other skills either.”

You’d stroked your hand down his cheek, feeling the scratch of his stubble on your palm.

“Oh, James - can I call you James? You’ve got plenty of other skills you can use.”

You’d leant forward, getting closer to him.

“And people would pay for those skills. I would pay for those skills. And for exclusivity. You wouldn’t need to worry again about your tuition fees.”

His lips had parted as he took in what you said, and you couldn’t resist taking a kiss from him. He’d made a little whimper, and you’d drunk it in.

“Meet me for dinner on Saturday night, 8pm, at the little Italian just off campus. We can have a nice couple of hours getting to know each other and then talk about how we can reach a mutually beneficial arrangement, alright?”

He’d nodded at you, still somewhat in shock about the whole turn of events, and you gave him another kiss, on the cheek this time, before sashaying away.

Now, here you were, and despite what Bucky had just blurted out, the fact that he’d turned up said more than he thought it did. His feet may be a little cold, but it was obvious he wasn’t disgusted or completely morally against your proposal; he just needed a little… persuasion. It’s a good job that you’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge.

You put your all into your campaign. You asked him about himself, how his course was going, watching as he got more and more animated as he relaxed into a topic he was comfortable with. Then you started flirting, a double entendre here, a suggestive look there. He jumped when your foot rubbed up against his leg under the table but soon settled again, especially when you topped up his wine. The poor thing was used to cheap beer, not an expensive Beaujolais, and soon you knew the flush on his cheeks was from the alcohol and not his nerves.

Before dessert came, while he was in the bathroom, you rearranged your chair so it was now next to his, as opposed to across. He did a brief double-take upon his return but said nothing. Nor did the waiter when he delivered your sweets. 

You offered Bucky a taste of yours, feeding him a portion off of your fork. You watched his eyes close in sugar-induced bliss and once again had to ignore the pooling of heat in your core. When he returned the favour, feeding you a piece of his cheesecake off his fork, you leant towards him and rested your hand on his upper thigh. You had to stifle a little smirk at the squeak he let out. When you sat back up, you didn’t remove it, continuing to eat your dessert one-handed and, every so often, giving the firm muscle under his slacks a brief massage.

He was tipsy when it came time to leave, and it didn’t take a lot of persuading on your part to convince him to come up to your apartment ‘for a coffee’. You sat close to him on your sofa, drawing invisible designs on his thigh with your finger while he watched, somewhat stupefied. Hormones and alcohol - such a potent mix, especially for the young.

“Would it be so bad, James? To have me take care of you? We’re two consenting adults, after all.”

You leaned in, purring in his ear, your fingers working higher and higher up his leg. 

“Do you find me attractive, James? Just think, as an older woman, I’m more adventurous. And I know how to satisfy a man. I know just how to touch…” Your fingers walked over the bulge at his crotch, and he shuddered but didn’t pull away. “... and how to kiss…” You teased him with your lips, just brushing them across his, enticing him into returning the intimacy and then ducking away, leaving him wanting.

“You just have to say yes, James. One little word. Three letters. Say yes, and not only won’t you have to worry about money anymore, but you also get to enjoy yourself. My appetites are voracious, but an active young man such as yourself should have no trouble keeping up.”

You kissed him properly then, opening your mouth to him, drawing him closer with your free hand. You massaged his erection through his pants and knew you’d won when he cupped your face with one hand and groped at your breasts with the other. 

“I need the word, baby. Just say it, and you can have what you want. I’ll take care of you.”

“I do! I want it. I want you. Yes. Yes!”His voice was breathy and slightly rough, giving you a thrill of anticipation.

Things progressed quickly thereafter. You stripped him down and pushed him onto your bed as you took your own clothes off in a strip tease. He watched, entranced, propped up on his elbows.

His cock, long and thick and utterly delicious looking, was so hard it was standing away from his abs. You approached the bed, standing between his thighs. You took hold of him with one hand, then lent down and swiped your tongue up his entire length. Bucky moaned, his eyes rolling back and arms collapsing under him. You teased him for a few more minutes, learning the feel and taste of him, weighing his balls in your hand, listening to his moans and whimpers. You wanted the main prize, however, and drew away so you could crawl up his body and straddle his hips. 

He reached for you immediately, eyes wide with lust, and you bent over to meet his kiss. Your bodies rubbed against each other, his impressive cock nestled between your folds, sliding through your slick. He whined into your mouth, desperate and needy, before breaking the kiss so he could suckle on your breasts. You cupped the back of his head with your hand, holding him in place as you ground against him. You cried out as you came, soaking him with your arousal.

One orgasm was not enough for you; you hadn’t been lying when you told him your appetite was voracious. You lifted your hips, took hold of him and then slowly sank down. He slid easily into your sopping pussy, your muscles relaxed from your recent high, and it was little work to take him to the hilt. Settled, you gripped him hard and watched him shudder.

“Ohhh, fuck!”

“You like that, baby? You like me taking control of you, using you? Told you you’d enjoy it.”

You rolled your hips and started to ride him, gripping his firm pectorals for balance. You let out your own moan as you felt his cock rubbing against your insides. It felt so very good. Using your thighs, you began fucking yourself on him, bouncing up and down, your tits back in his face. He groped and kissed them, and you revelled in the feelings washing over you.

“That’s a good boy. Fuck. You have the most perfect cock. Making me so happy. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

He nodded against your breasts, sucking an engorged nipple back into his mouth. Your fingers twisted in his hair and he sucked harder, his hips starting to move on their own, pistoning up into your fluttering cunt.

“I’ll look after you, James, take away all the pesky decision-making, all the stress, all the worry, and you can get this, any time you want. You’ll be my angel boy, my baby.”

You wanted, needed one last thing from him, and you had hopes that with the state he was in; vulnerable, horny, and slightly drunk, it would work.

“And if you’re my baby, what does that make me?”

You stopped moving and pulled his head back so that he let go of your breast and looked up at you. His face was slack, some drool at the corner of his mouth, cheeks pink, and eyes wide and dark. You pulsed your cunt around his cock.

“What. Do. You. Call. Me?”

“Mommy?” His voice was small, somewhat hesitant.

You started to gently rock your hips again and stroked his hair.

“Yes, James. I’m Mommy. Now, if you keep fucking me with that dick of yours and make me cum again, then you can cum, okay? You wanna keep playing with Mommy’s tits?”

He answered by immediately nuzzling back in, licking and sucking and biting, and you went back to riding him, knowing that it wouldn’t be long until you came. Everything had come together as you envisaged. Bucky had just needed a couple of little nudges, and now he was yours. You couldn’t wait to start training him properly to be your good boy. The thought of him wearing the collar you had stashed away in your draw brought you closer to the edge. The follow-up thought of him bent over the footstool, ass all pink from a spanking, his cock hard and dribbling, pushed you over it.

“Fuck, James. God! Yes. You can cum now, baby. Cum for Mommy!” Your hips jerked as your muscles spasmed, pleasure lancing through your body. Bucky let out a series of moans and cries as he succumbed to his own pleasure, his cock pulsing inside you and filling you with his cum.

Bucky collapsed on the bed, and you lay yourself over him, your bodies heaving and sweaty. With gentle fingers, you pushed a lock of his hair off his forehead as he lay panting, eyes closed. He really was the most beautiful young man. You were thankful for the day you bumped into him.

Your eyes were drawn across the room, where your staff pass lay on your desk. Head of Cyber Studies. You’d worked for years in your field, practical as well as theoretical. Sometimes to stop a hacker, you have to act like one, so you’d gained various skills during your career. Skills that had now proved useful. You’d fix the changes you’d made to his credit score and the discrepancies in the coffee shop computer system in a few weeks. They wouldn’t impact his life long-term, but as you’d mused only a few minutes ago, he’d just needed a couple of nudges.

Now he was your baby, and you weren’t going to let anything take him away from you.

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》 alright so here is another short snippet of the story I asked your opinions about, I'm currently working on it but I don't have too much freetime right now so there will probably be more short parts to this

》 also, if you have any suggestions on what I should call this series (a title) let me know;)

》 enjoy, love you♡

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It was another casual day at your college. But you were so glad it was now weekend and your classes were over for now. You still planned on going to the library for an hour or so, so you could study before you'd go on a house party with Steve's team (which unfortunately included Bucky aswell) and your girlfriends. You didn’t particularly liked frat partys but your friends were there and it wasn't like you had anything better to do.

So after taking a shower you made your way to the college's library. At this hour it was always rather empty so there were only a few people between the aisles that you could make out from afar. You didn't make an effort to squint your eyes and look who you might know though. That was your mistake because if you would've had a bit more time to prepare for bucky who just so seemed to approach you as soon as you've found a place to sit down.

When you saw him mere feet away from you, you fought the urge to roll your eyes immediately. He always bothered you when you two met alone outside of the group. Not that that happened often but you just weren't interested in anything he might have to say.

You knew that you were probably overreacting and should be nicer to him when he tried to keep a conversation going because he was clearly eager to have you as one of his friends, just like all the other girls. But you just didn't feel like he'd earned that yet.

The moment he stopped right infront of you he was holding a book and you recognised it, but still didn't feel like talking to him.

"Hey, nice to see you here." He seemed nervous, like he always did when he tried to engage with you. You didn't pay it much mind though, you thought it was part of his charm to try and make the impression like he was just shy athlete or something, rather than the selfish immature little boy that he actually was.

"Well." You replied unimpressed and continued to do your work. You didn't even bat an eye. Again, why would you?

"I'm sorry, I don't wanna disturb you any further. Are you coming to the party tonight?" Bucky asked sheepishly.

If anyone that knew him in even the slightest, they would question if that reallh was him talking to you right now or if it was just someone else, who looked like him. Because he was mf Bucky Barnes and that man didn't talk to women like that. Not even the considered pretty ones would make him all flustered and act like a clueless little puppy in front of them, unless...

Unless it was you, apparently. It was the way that he knew, you weren't just playing hard to get, you actually did not want to have anything to do with him. To his luck, you had a lot to do with him through your friendgroups colliding one day. Nevertheless you still avoided him every chance you got. He knows, since he's tried to interact with you countless times. Unsuccessful, you should say.

"Yes. Yes I am. Can I continue studying now or..?" The first moment you actually looked up at him since he stood there and Bucky was so taken aback by the sudden eye contact. You usually never granted him that, so he almost stumbled back and fell over. He somehow managed to catch himself in time.

"Yeah, yeah... see you later then, I guess." He attempted a smile that wouldn't show how hard he was blushing right now.

You could see, he failed. And because you felt like showing a tiny bit of mercy, you gave him a small and short smile in return, before looking back at your papers. You heard how he slowly walked out of the library, acting like it would be totally normal and routine for you two to have a conversation like that every now and then.

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