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xavierplym · 4 years

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Idk what I did but I’m not mad about it oh boy

also didnt wordcount cos im lazy

contains slight smut

He swiftly steps out of his car and slams his door shut as he heads over to the bar – and boy, does fury not cover it.

20:32

Huffing back in his chair, he tries to collect himself before rolling his eyes, thinking to himself as to why this meeting have been going on for two hours now, but the agitation is setting in, his leg bouncing as he lets his fall to his watch. Much to his surprise, he feels a buzz of his phone in his pocket. Sliding his hand into it, he glances to the gentlemen sitting around the large conference table before flicking his eyes down to his screen.

Sweet thing, 20:33

“Having plenty of fun without you, but it’s getting pretty boring”

The smirk pulls on the corner of his lips before it drops quickly as the second text comes through. He quickly locks his phone in panic, heat rushing to his cheek as he scans the room once more – just to be safe.

He unlocks his phone once more to take a closer look, feeling his jaw clench and his sudden realisation that he is very hungry.

What kind of guy does she think he is? The type to get excited over pictures of her exposing her fishnet covered ass from her very small silk dress in the reflection of a bar restroom? You’re absolutely right and it pisses him off.

Before responding he gives the room one last look around to give the false presence on listening before focusing back to his phone.

Duncan, 20:38

“Distracting me in a meeting isn’t going to make it go any quicker. Don’t be a brat and make it difficult for me.”

He sends the message without a second thought and locks his phone, leaving it laid flat on his thigh as he tries to come back to reality of whatever bullshit the man in front of him was going on about.

Sweet thing, 20:40

Sent a photo message.

Jaw clenching and hands fisting, he stares at the screen – completely distracted by the thought of whatever that picture maybe.

Without even realising he finds himself unlocking his phone and that’s all it took.

His pushes the bar door open more aggressively than anticipated, causes a few bystanders to stare as he enters. He pushes past the bodies in the busy bar, jaw still clenched shut since leaving the office.

The sound of her laughter causes him to stare off to the bar where she sat with her friends, legs crossed elegantly over one another and her hand lightly holding her martini glass as her eyes squint into her smiling state. Usually, he’d find her state rather sweet – adorable, even.

Not tonight.

Approaching her from behind, her friends laughter dropped into stifle laughs as they try and control themselves in his presence. She doesn’t doesn’t even turn fully toward him, just glances to him from over shoulder, “Oh, look who decided to show.” She speaks softly, sass dripping off every word, causing his tongue to press to his cheek in annoyance as he glances up and deeply sighs.

When he looks back her attention has gone back to being like he wasn’t even there, gulping slightly as he watches go for another sip of her drink – he beats her movements and takes the glass from her hands. That got her attention and now she’s got her whole view on him as she turned in her bar stall.

“Give me back my drink, Duncan.” She speaks plainly, eyes dark with pretend annoyance but he can feel her mentally undressing him the longer she stares. His frustrated stares remains but the smirk on his lips returns as he glances at the glass in his hand before going back to her.

He lifts it to his lips before finishing the remaining drink in one large gulp before setting the glass down calmly on the bar, swallowing noticeably – he cocks his head to the side, “What drink?” Feeling the alcohol burning his throat, he steps closer to her form, pushing her thighs open just enough to place one of his thighs in between as he leans down to her ear, taking in her scent of her perfume he’s realised he’s had enough of playing this game.

“If I were you, I’d get in my fucking car.” Jaw clenching once more he stands straight again, watching her eyes flutter in disbelief and she looked like she was contemplated on saying something further. Instead, she slides off her stall and grabs her clutch bag and without a word, she heads for the door, brushing her arm against his as she passes him. He sighs to himself contently and looks back to her friends – with their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets at the scene they had just watched – he straightens a nonexistent crease in his shirt before giving the girls a nod, “Have a pleasant evening, ladies” he couldn’t hold back the smug grin at this point before stepping back to follow the fireball quick on her tail.

Dropping his smug smile as the cool air hit his face, he takes long strides towards his car to which she leans against, head cocked to the side as she watches him approach, smile growing wider.

Not wanting to give in to the act he just passes by to the drivers seat and steps in quickly causing her eyes to roll and an exhale leave her nose as she turns on her heal to step in also.

The car ride is silent, his knuckles turning white due to the grip on the wheel and she notices, feeling very proud. “So, you didn’t like the photos–“

“Don’t.” His quick response makes the smirk grow wider on her lips as she continues to watch his jaw clench. Sighing with false sympathy, she couldn’t help the small giggle leave her throat, “Oh did little boy Duncan get a hard cock during an important meeting?” His frustrated laugh exhales through his nose before glancing over to her with a dangerous eye that makes the heat between her thighs deepen. He focuses back onto the road before speaking in a smooth, calm voice, “I’d be careful, because the way you’re going you’re not going to be able to sit down for a week.”

His words makes her thighs squeeze tighter and her mouth tempted to drool but she swallows back the thought and replaces any submissive feeling with a confident one and to his surprise, his ears were filled with her held back laughter and her shoulders shaking in his peripheral vision to the amusement.

But that’s all it took. His nostrils flared slightly and didn’t hesitate to pull in the dark lay-by of the country road. The car comes to a halt and her laughter falters, whipping her head to him not breaking his position on the wheel and stare ahead. Taking a deep breathe he swings his car door open, steps out without a word and shuts the door and leaving her in a thick silence.

She watches him pass his head lights, the head lights that were the only sort of light covering their area before he opens her door and leans over unbluckling her seatbelt and grabbing her upper arm, gesturing her to follow his movements out of the car, which she follows.

Pulling her to the bonnet of his car, he stares down at her, noses barely grazing as his vision become clouded.

“You think it’s funny?” He turns her quickly , thighs pressed to the bonnet and her arms bounded to her back as his own wraps around pushing her elbows together. He presses his lips to her ear, not being able to help the lustful hiss escape his mouth, “You think this is a fucking game, huh?” He feels the goosebumps rise to her skin as his free hand travels down the soft, thin fabric dress and gripping to the tender skin of her thigh coated in fishnet. The satisfactory hum vibrates against her back, causing her eyes to flutter and jaw hang slightly as his hand makes it way back up but to the heat between her thighs, touching the pathetic wet cotton that covers her modesty – his smug laugh makes her cheeks flush and hips grind back against his touch, he reaches his second hand round to meet the other between her legs, being aggressively quick to the hole he makes to expose her small panties fully. “All because you couldn’t help your little, slutty, needy ways.” His words strong and thick as he dips a finger past the cotton, making her head to fall back against his chest with a whimpering sigh and brows furrowed.

His smugness growing as he watches her crumble against his hand, he lets out a long satisfied hum vibrate through his chest as his fingers strokes slow patterns between her legs – her faint begging whimpers making his eyes droop in arousal and teeth clamping down on his bottom lip as he doesn’t stop himself pushing his finger knuckle deep. Her hand finding it’s way to his thigh and grabbing as much of his trouser leg as she could as she slumps at the slight sudden fullness and head hanging low as she feels her skin become hot, despite being in the open cool air.

While releasing his bottom lip, he withdrawals his hand from the small fabrics of her panties and he watches her slam her hands to the bonnet, trying to collect any sanity left from the torture he had begun against her body.

He watches her back rise and fall as she tries to steady her breath, smirking to himself he takes a large hand to her back to gently push her down against the cold metal of the car. Laying his chest to her back and lip reaching for her ear again, she wiggles her hips beneath him with impatience and he lowly giggles against her hair as he begins to fumble with his belt. She couldn’t help the moan escape her lips as she hears the zipper get pulled and his hand coming back to pull the crotch of her panties back and over one of her asscheeks to keep in place.

Grip finding its ways to that same cheek, he grunts against her neck as he lines himself up against her, speaking smugly into her ear, “Let’s sort this neediness, shall we?”

#duncan sheperd x reader #cody fern #mine #idk man

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its-buckysbabe · 7 years

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Bird’s Nest

anyway i just wanted to take a moment to write something for my poc readers, specifically my black readers. tbh this was inspired by a bucky oneshot i read myself a little while ago and how he ran his hands through the readers hair lmao not an option with me so i figured i should write something myself? idk. anyway i didnt really specify anything else like skin colour/tone and hair texture so pls for a minute - all my beautiful black girls out there imagine that this is bucky and you.

((also the comment about natural hair wasnt meant as anything sinister. your hair journey is your own and what youre happy with is all that matters. this was simply taken from my own life and where i am with my own hair journey.))

Characters: bucky x reader

Summary: gets caught in the rain. Hair disaster ensues. Everyone finds it funny except for one certain soldier....

Warnings: swearing.

Word count: 1,998 words

Also read here: AO3

It was supposed to just be another day at the office. You were supposed to wake up, get showered and dressed and squeeze in a quick breakfast if there was enough time. Today though you woke up a little later than you normally would. You barely had enough time to throw on your clothes and brush your teeth before you had to run out the door so didn't have a chance to check the weather or make any necessary adjustments to your outfit. Which you were immensely regretting now.

In the short run from your flat to the bus stop you'd come to find that it was a rainy day. Pissing down in fact. Now, normally you didn't mind a little bit of bad weather. Actually you quite liked it when it rained, there was a certain tranquillity that the rain brought to the hustle and bustle of New York in the midst of rush hour. However, today, the rain was most unwelcome to say the least.

You'd spent close to two hours straightening your hair last night after your shower. It was the first time in years – the first time since you'd gone natural to be honest – that you'd been near your hair with heat and, to be frank, you'd forgotten just how long it took to straighten completely.

Now, though, it had all come undone during the few seconds you had spent in the rain. You could literally feel your hair puffing up and shrinking in on itself as the bus drove uptown and towards to the tower. By the time you were pushing past the other commuters to climb off the bus the hair at the crown of your head was fully curly while the portion of your hair that had been protected from the rain still hung straight. You felt ridiculous and you could tell that other people thought the same, judging by the sniggers your heard people trying to contain as they walked past you.

You made it all the way up to your floor in the tower, without blowing up in someone’s face and to be honest you felt quite proud of yourself. Just as you were about to turn the corner and hide in your office until you figured out what the hell you were going to do with your hair you heard loud guffaws directly behind you. You turned, ready to yell the living daylights out of one of your ridiculous co-workers until you realised who exactly it was.

Sam Wilson was currently bent over at the waist, holding his stomach and shaking with silent laughter. Immediately any anger you had left your body and you even found yourself smiling at the scene before. He laughed heartily for what felt like hours, even pulling a few giggles out of you in the process.

“Y/N, what the fuck happened to your hair?” Sam finally managed to spit out. It had taken him a full two minutes to calm down and he was currently trying to catch his breath, while also wiping a few stray tears away. You'd noticed that by now a few of the Avengers had gathered behind Sam, no doubt wondering what all the ruckus was about. Natasha, Steve and surprisingly Bucky all stood a few feet behind Sam, some of them looking a bit more confused than others.

Natasha was regarding your hair with a warm smile while Steve was very clearly trying to understand what exactly was happening on your head. Bucky was honestly just looking confused full stop. He didn't know why Sam had tears in his eyes, why you were standing there with your arms crossed over your chest and he really didn't know why there was that glint in Natasha's eyes when she looked at him whenever he was in your vicinity.

“I decided to straighten this” you waved vaguely at the mess on your head “but Mother Nature clearly had different plans for my hair this morning” you answered with humour in your voice. You didn't really mind Sam making fun of you, particularly when it came to your hair. Perhaps because Sam had grown up with Black women and understood how important hair was to the community. You knew he was only joking, and not genuinely laughing at you and the situation on your head.

“You can say that again!” Sam hollered as he tried to reach over and pull at a stray curl on your head, only to receive a slap to his chest as you ducked out of his reach.

“Hey, hey now bird man! You gotta ask for permission before you dig your claws in there, okay?” You told him in a playful voice, though he knew you were also being serious. He knew to never touch a Black woman's hair, especially if he wanted to keep all of the fingers on his hand in working order. At your remark you heard some chuckles from the other people observing the exchange. Natasha softly shook your head at your antics, before turning away and attending to some Avengers business. Or at least that’s where you assumed she was headed.

“Alright, alright. I heard you, no need to maim me! But seriously, what are you planning to do about this whole thing? Not that I think it doesn’t suit you. I mean all things considered I think you're rocking it” Sam said with some sass in his voice. To be honest, you'd half expected him to start snapping his fingers. You softly shook your head at his antics.

“Well, to be completely honest I think you’re only saying that because it looks like a bird's nest and it reminds you of home.” You quipped right back at him, the same note of mock-sass in your voice. His face broke out in a grin at your teasing words and you giggled in response. The banter with Sam was always grade A.

“Fuck you.” He replied, the grin still present on his face. You childishly stuck your tongue out at him (which he attempted to grab with his thumb and forefinger) before you decided to reply to him.

“But to answer your question, I think I'm probably just gonna run some water through the rest and wear it curly.” You explained as you tugged on the section of your hair that was still hanging straight.

“I like your hair curly...” Bucky randomly interjected. To be honest, you'd completely forgotten that he and Steve were still present and had been observing your exchange. You felt a little embarrassed but quickly overcame it when you realised that at the end Sam would probably get more shit from his friends than you ever would. Rather Sam than you, right?

“You know, I'm gonna chose to take that as a compliment.” You replied, deciding to tease Bucky rather than graciously accept the flattering remark. You were known for blushing quite quickly and furiously and you just weren't willing to let Sam take the piss out of you for that as well as the hair today.

“No, no! That’s how I meant it! I mean I like your hair straight too! Just, saying I like it more when its curly....” Bucky replied quickly, almost stumbling over his words. He got quieter the more he said and you could see a blush forming on his cheeks when he noticed Sam, who was literally shaking from trying to contain his laughter.

“I mean geez buck you could just say I look ugly and be done with it...” You replied back, keeping your face and voice natural. You didn't usually enjoy teasing people to this extent but there was definitely something to be said about the flustered expression on Bucky's face. He looked adorable, or rather as adorable as a 260 pound assassin could.

“Oh god no, doll! That’s not what I meant, honest! Why do I even try at all...” Bucky mumbled before he turned away, harshly running a hand through his hair. You could see his hunched shoulders as he proceeded to swiftly walk down the corridor and towards the elevator. Belatedly you realised you might have genuinely hurt his feelings. You turned to Sam who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow before turning to Steve, who was now regarding you somewhat apprehensively. You muttered to yourself as you took off in a full sprint to catch up to Bucky before he boarded the elevator and found himself a quiet corner to brood in. God knows you'd never find him if he decided to hide from you.

“Buck! Bucky!” you call out to him, already out of breath. He didn't turn and barely reacted to your voice. “I was joking! I'm sorry, really, and I'm flattered. Honestly. Thank you.” you wheezed when you finally reached him. You thanked the heavens Tony's tower was so obscenely huge and that the elevator still hadn't reached your floor.

You stood before Bucky, panting far more than you should have been for someone your age. You could feel yourself getting warmer and a light sheen of sweat was already forming on your scalp, causing the remaining straight hair to curl up at the root. Bucky regarded you with a hesitant smile, too shy to look into your eyes and to be honest, he was still amazed at your hair and the way it worked. You finally caught your breath and anxiously looked up at him, absent mindedly pulling at one of your curls. It was a bad nervous habit you thought you'd grown out of but apparently not.

“Sorry doll. Its just... Its been a while since I've done whole talking to people thing, especially with beautiful dames like yourself...” Bucky finally muttered. He seemed a little less shy than he'd been a minute ago and was staring deep into your eyes. It made you a little uncomfortable but for the most part you found yourself unable to look away. You could feel a hot blush rising on your cheeks but you still couldn't look away. Bucky's eyes traced the rising red and in a far corner of your mind you noted that he looked at your blush with something like awe.

You finally broke your eye contact with him when you saw him tentatively reaching up (with his right hand you noticed) and running the back of his fingers of your blazing cheeks. His hands were warm, warmer than you expected, and felt almost cool on the apples of your cheeks. It was a strange sensation but also addicting.

“Well, I'd say you still have the talking to girls thing down to a t.” you murmured quietly. You knew of all that Bucky had issues with touching people, and while you weren't exactly big on physical contact yourself you realised that this was something he needed far more than you did. Plus, you weren't really going to be complaining when there was a handsome as sin man caressing your face like something out of a Nicholas Spark novel.

“Good.” Bucky replied equally as quiet, as if he was scared to break the strange calm surrounding the two of you in this moment. Unfortunately, someone else was more than happy to do exactly that though.

“What the flying fuck happened to your hair Y/N?” Tony asked incredulously as he stood in the elevator that had finally reached your floor. Thankfully there was no one else on board. You didn't really need the whole tower gossiping about The Winter Soldier and one of the admin staff on the 86th floor.

You shook your head in bemusement, before smiling warmly at Bucky and mockingly saluting Tony. You walked back towards your office with a smile on your face and only one thought running across your mind.

Maybe not looking out the window this morning had been a good thing after all.

That was until your realised Steve and Sam were standing behind your desk with the biggest shit-eating grins on their faces.

Shit.

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x black!reader #my writing

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