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insomniumstella · 1 year

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sweetest peach

bucky x bimbo!reader

warnings: implied smut, clueless!reader, pervy-ish!Bucky — the reader is more than fine with his behaviour though, corruption kink (?), explicit language

word count: 1,285

author’s note: this was supposed to be a headcanon, but it turned into a drabble real quick. i’ve been wanting to try writing something different though, so if you have any nsfw bucky thots or opinions, please do not hesitate to send an ask!

.•° ✿ °•. he’s a tad confused when you first join the team, clad in a pink crop top and a denim mini skirt. Steve doesn’t speak of the concern that swallows the space while you reapply lipgloss before freshly manicured fingers drum against the wooden desk in the conference room.

✧.* “hi,” you giggle, “i’m y/n,” and it’s then that James decides you’re just too cute and too oblivious to be perceived as a threat, gazing at him through doe eyes. you're so much different than anyone else on the team, gleaming with happiness and innocence, and James almost wants to corrupt you.

.•° ✿ °•. “hi, pretty girl,” he answers with a smile, “i’m Bucky.”

✧.* Maria Hill orders everyone to find a seat, so she could go through your file and inform the other avengers of the newest member’s abilities, but the soldier cannot focus, catching your wandering glance every once in a while. heat and desire itch underneath his skin as your eyes run across his firm shoulders and biceps, lingering on the metal arm before your stare finds his face again, and you offer him a sweet grin. he’s done for, Bucky realizes — he’d protect you with his life if it came down to it.

.•° ✿ °•. it’s a couple days later when James comes to Steve with a proposal, suggesting he should be the one to train you as the captain has far too many responsibilities. Steve agrees, too lost in the pile of documents to notice Bucky’s true intentions visibly etched into his facial expression.

✧.* you make it almost impossible for the soldier to focus during sparring, giggling and gasping, and whining when he manhandles you into different positions. it’s wrong, he understands, to make you accidentally straddle him time and time again, but he stops caring because you don’t seem to mind, grasping onto his muscled biceps for balance.

•° ✿ °•. “you lost again, peach.” Bucky chuckles, clutching your thighs to lift the two of you into a standing position. his hands come to rest under your butt while your arms latch around his neck as a plea for him to hold you a bit longer. mmmh, you hum with a sly smile, and Bucky’s taken aback slightly. he searches your face for an emotion he hasn’t yet decided upon, but it’s as warm and as charming as always, “sweets,” he leans in, “have you been letting me win on purpose?”

✧.* a giggle slips past your lips at his comment, “maybe,” you admit, but James cannot find it in himself to be mad because you’ve been letting him twist your body into outrageous positions for the past several weeks on purpose, whining in frustration—or pleasure—when his rough hands would handle your flesh. “i’m a witch,” you remind, pushing a piece of hair that’s stuck to his glistening forehead aside, “i could’ve used my magic on you, but i like it when you touch me.”

.•° ✿ °•. the ocean’s still for a while as Natasha begins taking you on missions. James continues to train you at hand-to-hand combat, though, and much to his satisfaction, you’re not only the most attractive student he’s ever had, but one of the best, quickly learning to fight without magic.

✧.* the swift glances and soft touches you often pay him outside the comfort of the gym’s walls bring the most delicious of pain and pleasure. he’s one of many you pay attention to, and it suffocates him, the sight of you acting so naive and sweet around other agents drowns him. but i like it when you touch me, James reminisces night after night, and so touch James does because how else would he know if you truly desire him.

.•° ✿ °•. you’re making coffee one morning when you feel him press into your behind to reach for a mug in the cupboard. the action is harmless, you think, and shift to smile at him as a good morning. he returns the gesture, bucking his hips into the plush of your ass before hastily retreating.

✧.* in your mind, the next few incidents are just as innocent. Bucky’s a righteous man, who’s only trying to be friendly to a newcomer, right? he must be because he pulls you into his lap during the compound’s movie nights when the sofa lacks space or holds the dip of your back to lead you through a crowd of people. James even offered to do your laundry, neatly folding tiny clothes into organized piles, including brightly colored panties. you noticed your favorite thong was missing from the stack of clothing he returned but stayed silent, grateful Bucky helped you in the first place.

.•° ✿ °•. it’s several months later when James decides he’s had enough. the team is hanging out at a nearby dive bar, indulging in countless dirt-cheap cocktails and heated rounds of pool. you’re standing beside Steve as you attempt to strike the cue ball, the cue stick gliding right above it. the frustration is evident in your face, eyebrows all scrunched up, wrinkling your pretty features. lacy panties peek out from under your skirt when you bend down, and James can feel his jeans tightening. lately, leggings and suits Tony designed with your specific kind of magic in mind have been the core of your attire, but it’s friday, and the night’s supposed to be fun, so you’re back to low-cut tops and barely there denim.

✧.* “shit,” you curse. the word is foreign to Bucky’s ears when it comes from your plump lips, and he abandons the conversation with Sam to come stand behind you. he places his hands on the cushions, caging you between his body and the table. pouting, you turn around to glance at him, “the stupid stick won’t hit the stupid ball,” you whine, unintentionally squirming against his hard length.

•° ✿ °•. “let me help you, peach,” James chuckles, holding your arms in his hands. he maneuvers you into the right position, helping you strike the ball. The cue ball strikes a purple neighboring sphere, and it rolls into one of the pockets. swiftly, you turn around to wrap your arms around Bucky’s neck, slightly jumping up and down from the happiness of a successful shot. “good job, sweets!” James celebrates with you, but it ends early when his metal arm detaches you from his body, clutching your waist to twist you, so that your back is against his chest again. “do that without my help this time.”

✧.* you comply as he takes a step back, but your focus is soon blurred when his nimble fingers caress the skin of your exposed thighs. James is so close, you can feel the warmth radiating off him, and he shifts to shield his wandering hands from unsuspecting gazes. leaning down, “focus” he murmurs into your neck before his fingers drift higher, nearing your core. it clenches around nothing, and James seems to notice, chuckling before he withdraws his touch to correct your form. “lower,” he instructs, pushing down on the dip of your back, “this hand should be further away from the cue ball,” Bucky informs, but you’re putty in his hands.

.•° ✿ °•. he retracts, allowing you to concentrate. the sphere misses a colored ball, striking the rail, and stops. “i missed,” you pout again and shove the cue into his hands, “i’ma get a drink.”

✧.* "how about i come with you," a slight smirk dances on his lips as he drops the stick into Tony's lap. his hand slithers to rest on the dip of your waist, and he pulls you into his body. you only giggle at his antics, the sound of it syrupy and genuine.

.•° ✿ °•. “alright, Buck,” you say, fluttering your eyelashes, and James swears he's going to completely corrupt you one day.

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Bucky’s Bimbo Babe

pairing: Rich!Bucky Barnes × Maid! Bimbo!Reader

summary: Bucky fucks his cockdrunk maid and makes her his forever, even planting a baby or two in the process, (Mean!Bucky) (Dom!Bucky (Requested by @arxyos )

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“Fuck doll, come up here and give your man a kiss, I know you want to” Bucky swooned looking at his cockdrunk maid on her knees for him, her cheeks puffed out, full of his milky cum; that was all for her. Her uniform ripped down the middle, exposing her breasts and soft stomach, her swollen clit peeking out of its lips. Letting her cum covered tongue mingle with his.

It all started 2 hours ago when Y/n helped her boss into his house, his metallic arm swaying at his side until she mended him back to help. His cock already twitching seeing her in her uniform, a white shirt two sizes too tight and a skirt which was basically a belt, I mean the man had to have eye candy somewhere; where better than his own home, and a woman that has to tend to his every need.

“S-Sir your uh- your thingy is all stiff again? Would you like me to massage it again?” She said pouting at the mere idea of him being in pain again, the last time his parts had gone all stiff, he had asked her (well more told her) to watch porn in front of him so he could get off to seeing her Pussy leak all over his bedsheets. “Would you do that for me doll? You’re so pretty and nice” He cooed running his thumb over her cheek as he watched her lift up her skirt politely, getting onto both knees in front of him.

“Wait two seconds” He groaned leaning forward and ripping her uniform straight down the middle, I guess one of the perks of having a metallic arm. His grin widening at the sight of her tits, nipples hardened and the soft skin of her stomach on his display, fuck just the thought of how soft she was and how good she smelled got him even harder.

“Okay go on pretty” He sighed feeling her hands slowly fist his cock, her cheek nuzzling against the side of it, letting his pre-cum lather all over her cheeks; wanting nothing more than to be covered in all the milk he had to offer. “You like feeling my cock on your face?” Bucky couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the frown on her face, his babydoll was never a fan of such vulgar language, preferring to keep things “classy”

“It feels nice n’ warm” Within seconds her lips started sucking onto his bulbous reddened tip, before she opened her mouth with her tongue out, giggling happily as Bucky leant forward and let his spit dribble into her waiting mouth; words of praises leaving his mouth watching her swallow gratefully. Reattaching herself to his cock, she let Bucky’s hands caress the back of her head, his fingers rifling through her hair as he continued to spit praises and mocking insults at her. Occasionally spitting onto her face and smearing it because she was his “dirty girl” and thats “how he liked it”

Y/n hummed at the salty taste of her master, her tongue lapping over his hole before circling his head, her hands stroking whatever bit of his length she couldn’t fit into her mouth; her lips peppering kisses all over it cutely just to tease. “Can feel it twitching sir, you’re feeling better!” She smiled happily, sucking even harder this time, her spit and slobber covered face making her face shine in the soft warm glow of the salt lamp.

“Mhm you’re making me feel so much better sweetheart, fuck, your mouth is so warm and tight; bet your pussy feels even better huh doll?” Y/n didn’t even have enough time to reply before her mouth was stuffed to the brim with all of his milky goodness, some even threatening to spill out, her eyes tearing up as she started to swallow it bit by bit; as Bucky leant forward, beginning to clean up her face by licking it madly before he said.

Her mouth pursed onto his and he tasted himself on her tongue, when finally Y/n took his tongue between her lips and began sucking it as if it was his cock, both their spit landing on each other’s chins as Bucky let his sweet doll take control for once. Her naked pussy lips giving his cock a warm snug hug as she humped on him desperately, her bare tits pressed tight against his chest as she whined and whimpered for more.

“Spit in my mouth baby, just like I did you” He groaned opening his mouth as she shyly leant over and let her tongue dribble into his mouth before he then sucked her tongue in turn, “I think she wants some of my milk too huh? She’s so pretty n’ puffy for me doll”

“Please oh God yes” Y/n breathed out setting herself onto her knees, as Bucky felt his cock enter her hot wet hole, bottoming out inside of her as his heavy balls slapped her pussy with each gentle thrust. The curls nestled at the base of his cock roughly scratching her clit, making her jolt at each sensation. “I’ve got you doll, i’ll take care of you, my sweet girl, would do anythin’ for me wouldn’t you” He cooed smoothing her hair back as she whimpered and bounced herself up and down steadily, her hands palmed onto his chest as he begged for him to kiss her. “Please I need t-to kiss- woah- kiss you while I-I”

“While you what baby?”

“While I fucking cum damn it!” She squealed once his cock hit that one spot inside of her, his fingers reaching behind her to rub at her puckered backdoor, feeling it wink each time her pussy clenched around his length. He’d ruined her purity and ruined her well, that’s what she was made for, him. His cum painted her walls white, just the sheer amount of cum had caused her stomach to feel full, with it already dripping out of her warm honey centre.

Her body rocked back and forth rapidly, riding out her high as Bucky finally gave in and plastered his lips onto hers, pulling away to let the saliva connecting their lips fall onto her full tits. Both of his hands massaging and pushing them together, letting him lick up her cleavage and into her waiting mouth, her tongue outstretched with her eyes practically rolling around her head.

A creamy mix of their juices at the base of his cock where her pussy was still engulfing his length, her walls milking him for all his worth.

“T-too sensitive” She whined as his vibranium thumb started toying and pulling at her rubbed raw clit, her hands clawing at his pecs, her lips drooling onto his shoulder as her mouth gaped open at the amazing burning sensation of overstimulation.

“I know you can give me one more petal, just one more and we can go to bed” Bucky whispered kissing just below her ear, taking in the perfume she was wearing, his other hand rubbing up and down her back soothingly. “Y-your bed? Together?”

“Yes together, and you’re never leaving it, not with the condition you’ll be in” He chuckled watching her mouth form an ‘O’ as he rubbed soft but deep circles onto her swollen nub, his other hand caressing her stomach already imagining her swollen, for him.

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PSA: This is my first Bucky fic. EVER. So I hope you guys enjoy it and hopefully i’ll write more for him! Another instalment of the bimbo universe i’ve now created😭

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patdkoala · 8 months

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I Don't Hate You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, enemies to lovers, smut, nicknames (Doll and Charming), unprotected p in v, masturbation (Fem), Oral (Fem receiving)

I'm not entirely convinced that Bucky doesn't hate me.

His resting face is also his angry face. And he's always looking at me in that tone.

Like right now. He was just sitting there staring at me.

"What?" I asked while looking up at him.

"Nothing, just... thinking."

"About?"

"You wouldn't want to know."

Now what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

"Try me," I said to try and get something, anything, out of him.

"Don't push it, kid."

Oh, I hate it when he calls me that.

I grit my teeth. "Fine, don't tell me. I don't care anymore.

"Fine by me." His tone was sharp. He spoke with such anger towards me and I didn't know what I ever did to him.

Bucky is handsome, sure. He's tall and largely built. The metal arm alone scares away almost everyone.

But there is something about him that I find incredibly charming.

But in a stuck-up asshole Prince Charming way.

"Whatever, Charming," I sneered back at him.

Bucky scoffed when I called him that. "Charming?"

"Yeah, you know because you are a jerk like Prince Charming," I said as I got up from the couch and poured myself a drink.

"Hey, at least I own up to it. Unlike some people, who think they're God's gift to womankind," He said as I nearly killed him right then and there.

"I AM! Have you seen this ass? And my tits? These are fantastic. You just wish you were one of the many men I have that get to touch me."

"You're as shallow as a kiddie pool."

"Confident. I'm confident. Not my fault you cry when you look in the mirror."

He sighed and I could have sworn I saw a hint of a smile. "I don't know why I waste my time with you. I could find a rock with more personality than you."

I had had it with him. He is such an asshole.

"Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you. Hating you would mean I loved you at one point and grew to hate you. I can't stand you."

"Wow. Fantastic. How about I go outside and help you find a rock with a great personality?"

"Be my guest."

I set down my drink and walked towards the door. He was standing in front of it.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me. What are you doing?"

"Getting a rock. What does it look like?"

"No you're not," He said in a stern tone.

"What are you saying?" I was so confused. First, he wants the rock. Now he doesn't.

"You're not going outside to find a rock," He said it but it felt like a demand.

"I'm not?"

"No. You are not."

"Are you asking me not to? Or telling me not to?"

"I'm telling you."

My breath caught in my throat as he just stared at me. There he was. Again. Just staring at me.

"What is going on in that mind of yours?" I asked with actual curiosity.

"You really wanna know?" He asked as interest peaked in me.

I couldn't even speak I was so excited. I just nodded like a mindless bimbo.

He got closer only to whisper, "I'm trying to figure out why in the hell I haven't left you in the middle of the woods yet."

Asshole.

I pushed him back against the door but not in a flirty way. More of a shove before storming off.

He doesn't even flinch. He just glares at me as I storm off.

I go to my room to cool off. I obviously like him but he doesn't like me and I am just going to have to deal with it.

I decided to work out. I needed to get this fire out of my system. I blasted my music into my headphones as I started my routine.

The workout wasn't working. I needed to matters into my own hands. Or, hand.

I made sure my door was locked and when I did I saw Bucky in the living room doing push-ups. He was trying to cool off as well.

I am going to make his life very hard. Well, and something else.

I sat on my bed and slipped a hand into my shorts. I started off slow but then built up tension.

My fingers felt nice but they weren't him.

"Oh, Bucky~" I moaned quietly as I came.

That was when I heard the knock.

I got up and opened the door.

"I hope you didn't think I didn't hear anything."

"Oh, but I was intentionally being loud for you, Charming." I smiled as I raised an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you were."

"Is there a problem?"

"Yes, actually."

"What is it now? Gonna tell me how much you hate me? How much you wish I was dead? Or maybe-" "I was just going to ask that you keep it down when you finger yourself."

"Seriously? That's it? No snide comments?"

"Don't temp me."

"Oh, but it's my favorite thing to do!" I whined.

He just stared at me. Again. So, I stared back. He turned around and walked away. I rolled my eyes and followed him.

"Do you seriously have to follow me everywhere?"

"No. But I just want you to tell me the truth." I said as I followed after him.

"What truth? That you're a pain in my ass? That I want nothing more than to ditch you?"

I was actually hurt this time. "Is that actually true?"

"Yes. Yes, it is."

"Because I need you to be very honest with me, Barnes. If that is really how you feel then I will just head out and you will never have to see me ever again."

"Fucking guilt-tripping. You're not gonna leave, and you know it."

"Watch me." I felt the fire inside me rise.

"Oh please, spare me. I know you. You wouldn't make it a week on your own."

I rolled my eyes. "And why is that? Why do you think I need you all the time?" I was practically screaming at him at this point.

"You are the most dependent person I have ever met. You would die without me."

I thought for a second. "No. No, I think it's the other way around. You'd die without me and you just don't want to admit it. I swear you are such an asshole."

"And I think you are in denial. That's why you cling to me so much because you hate being alone with yourself."

I scoff. "I think you are forgetting how okay I was with myself not too long ago in that bedroom in my own hands."

"Oh yes. I remember. You were so "okay" you were grunting and groaning for half an hour." He paused and took a breath. "You want the truth? I'll give it to you. Right now. You're a spoiled, ungrateful, whiny, little bitch," He said I was slightly taken aback but I didn't flinch.

"Oh, come on. Say it like you mean it." I roll my eyes one last time.

"You'll be back here in a day you useless piece of-"

"Save it. I'm leaving."

"Fine."

I went to my room and honest to God packed a bag.

I went back towards the front door and saw that Bucky hadn't moved. I lifted my hand to the handle. I was going so slow a snail could have stopped me.

I wanted Bucky to speak up and say something. Stop me from leaving. But he just stood there.

Then he cleared his throat.

"Oh, this should be good. What is it now?"

"Please... don't go..."

I was speechless.

"Give me one reason. One honest reason to stay," I finally spoke.

"Because..." he doesn't continue.

"Exactly. That's why I'm leaving. You only want to fight me when I'm here but you won't fight for me to stay."

"Don't go. Please," He said in a breathy sentence.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want you to go."

I didn't know what to say. He was just staring at me. Again. I swear to God this guy has got a problem.

Except this time he looked vulnerable.

Helpless.

Needy.

"Are you asking me to stay? Or telling me."

"I'm fucking begging you."

I dropped my bag and turned around so that I was standing closer to him. It was taking everything in me not to pounce on this man and rip his clothes off of him.

We were so close that I felt his breath hitch.

Say something God Damnit!

He didn't say a thing.

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into a kiss.

"I- I thought you hated me," I said in a breathless sentence.

"I do." He said as he brought his mouth to my neck.

I moaned as he touched me so feverly. I had never felt something like this before.

The passion. The rage. The fire.

He pulled me closer as if it was even fucking possible, and he started to kiss down my collarbone.

"Bedroom- the bedroom-" I stuttered out.

Bucky smiled in a way I had never seen before. He had mischief in his eyes. He picked me up and carried me to my room.

He put me on the bed and crawled on top of me.

Mother fucking Bucky Barnes was crawling on top of me.

He held our gaze as he removed my shorts and soaked panties.

He held our gaze as he moved to the edge of the bed and sunk his teeth into my inner thigh.

The only time he looked away was when his head was too far buried in my cunt to even notice his surroundings.

I tugged on his hair and tried to pull him closer. I was so close to coming and we were only on that bed for maybe 6 minutes.

"I know, Doll," He said as chills went down my spine.

I wanted more.

"Mhmmm," I moaned out at the empty feeling as he got off me and then he removed his shirt.

I sat up and ran a hand down his chest.

The muscles.

The scars.

The happy trail.

The sweat.

I wanted to lick him.

As my hand was gliding down his glistening chest, he removed his belt and pants.

He was so hard that part of him was poking out of his boxers.

"That looks painful," I said as he slowly pushed me back onto the bed.

"You have no idea what I have been going through all day today," He said as he pushed his knee between my legs to spread them apart.

"All day?" I questioned.

"When you asked me what was on my mind while I was staring at you from the couch. I was thinking about how hard my dick was and what it would feel like inside you," He said as he moved his boxers down just enough to get free.

I kissed him roughly and bit his bottom lip as he lowered himself into me softly so I could adjust to his size.

He then held onto one of my legs. "What-"

"I need to get a better angle." He said as I felt like I was splitting apart.

I moaned so loud as he started thrusting into me. Hard.

His hips snapped so fast and the whole bed shook.

He was the one grunting and groaning now.

"Oh, Bucky~" I moaned out again but this time with him inside me. Happily.

"No, use the nickname," He said as I smiled. "I did. Bucky-" He stuck a finger inside just to hit my clit.

"Charming!" I yelped out as felt myself getting closer and closer.

His hips started faltering and my legs were starting to tremble.

"I- 'm close Doll," Bucky moaned out as I sat up a little more so he could really get up in there.

"Me too, Charming," I said as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I think I hit a nerve with that last one.

I moaned so loudly as I came around him. He came very soon after. I think the feeling of me pulsing around him was too much for him.

He pulled out and then cleaned us off with the henley he had thrown off.

He laid down next to me and pulled me close so my back was to his chest.

"Do you still want me to go find you a rock?" I asked as he laughed.

"You are insufferable."

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mrvlbimbo · 2 years

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bimbo reader flirting with gareth to get eddies attention :> maybe it ends in a bit of bratty smut?

Hush

She would never

Maybe by accident though.

Like she’s leaning over the table and giggling at whatever he’s saying. It seems like flirting and maybe it is a little but flirty is just her natural state of being so who’s to say.

Eddie is going to have to give Gareth a stern talking to later but right now he has to deal with his girl.

He’s huffing and puffing, grabbing her by the arm (gently) and pulling her into the hallway.

She’s like “Eddie baby what’s wrong?”

“Is there a reason you’re flirting with Gareth?” He snaps, glaring at her. He feels bad for being so mean but he can’t help the insecurity he feels at the sight of his girl being flirty with someone else.

“Eds, that’s nothing. I’ve only got eyes for you.” She shakes her head, kissing him on the cheek and grabbing onto the front of his shirt.

“I know. I’m sorry…” He’s starting to feel embarrassed about the scene he caused.

She noticed the drop in his mood immediately, bringing her lips to his to ease his worrying. “Only for you. My perfect, sweet, strong boyfriend who takes such good care of me,” she says breathily against his lips.

“Fuuuck. I love you,” he whines, hands gliding down her sides to grip her hips.

“I love you too, baby. Now let’s get back in there.” She laced their fingers together, pulling him back into the room with everyone else.

The rest of the meeting she stayed practically attached to him, sitting on his lap and rubbing her hands all over him.

It was a clear show of possession, letting everyone know she was very very spoken for.

He couldn’t help be incredibly turned on by the way she let him claim her infront of the whole club, pliantly sitting on his lap and busying herself with kissing his neck.

When it was all over he was littered with lipstick marks, face red with a vicious blush and his legs were shaking. He barely had time to say goodbye to everyone before he was rushing out of the school to get her home.

His fingers danced over her thigh as he drove recklessly. “My house or yours,” he panted, her nails digging into his bicep.

“Mine. Parents are away for the weekend,” she moaned as he eased his hand farther home her leg.

As soon as the car is parked he has her slung over his shoulder as he practically runs into the house. She was always surprised by his strength.

He throws her onto the bed, climbing ontop of her and kissing down her neck as he rips her clothing away. “So good, babe. You were so good for me tonight. Showing everyone you’re mine. I’m so sorry for doubting you.”

“I’m yours.” Somehow she said it in the most possessive way, as if it was her way of telling him he was stuck with her.

“Yeah, baby? All mine?” he teases, pushing her panties to the side and easing two fingers in to curl at that spot inside of her that makes her see stars.

Her back arches up, pressing herself against his chest. “Mmmhm. Fuck me like I’m yours.”

That’s all it took for him too side his own jeans off, thrusting into her slowly and deeply. “This pussy. All mine,” he grunts.

“Yeah. Yeah. Take it. It’s yours.” He cradles her hips, angling her up in just the right way so the head of him is bumping her cervix.

“You’re mine,” he chokes out as he cums.

“You’re mine,” she repeated, giggly and slightly breathless.

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lostalioth · 2 years

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— 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐐!

this blog is fairly multi fandom but mostly it is marvel and stranger things. that doesn’t mean i won't write for characters out of those universes and i've even written some real person fanfiction [actors]. i also typically play favorites so some characters have more content than others do.

requests: are open, thots and fic ideas are very welcome. naughty, fluffy or even angsty thoughts!!!

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bby-bxrnes · 6 years

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Music To My Ears

Ship: Musician!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your best friend drags you to watch her boyfriend’s band practice where the hot guitarist immediately catches your eyes.

Words: 2232

Warnings: Fluff, Flirty!Bucky, Implied Smut, kissing,

A/N: What else can I say but thank you once again to @myattemptatfanfic for all her help on this, she’s really such a great friend omg also I have no idea how a party works, I am a nerd and have never been to one.

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“Wake up, Y/N! It’s already 4!” you were rudely awakened by your best friends voice ringing out through your apartment. You grudgingly got up and stomped dramatically over to your door and threw it open to see Natasha standing there, all dolled up, hands on her hips. “What do you want?” you groaned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “Get dressed. We’re going to a party.” she said, ushering you back into your apartment and walking straight into your room.

“At 4 in the afternoon?” you groaned, shutting the door and trudging back to your bedroom to find her rifling through your clothes. “Party doesn’t technically start till 7, but I promised Steve I’d be there early.” she said, looking disdainfully at a pair of old mom jeans that were strewn across your desk chair. “Great. Third wheeling.” you grumbled, flopping down face first onto your bed. “Do you own anything other than jeans and t-shirts?” she huffed dramatically. “Nope. That’s all I wear.” you replied, feeling yourself start to drift back to sleep. “Guess it’ll have to do for today. Hey! Get up, get your ass in the shower, then get dressed.” she said, throwing a pile of clothes at you. “Yes, mother.” you snarked, getting up and taking your pile of clothes into the bathroom.

You took as slow of a shower as you could, just to piss Natasha off, before drying yourself thoroughly and looking over what Nat had picked out for you. A pair of light wash ripped skinny jeans, a black Ramones shirt and an army green jacket, finished off with your favorite black Dr. Martens. As you unfolded the pile of clothes, a pair of black lacy underwear and a matching bra fell out, making you roll your eyes. Of course Natasha would pick out your skimpiest underwear in the event that you actually met someone at the party. You got dressed and half-heartedly did your hair before emerging from the bathroom to find Natasha lounging on your bed on the phone with her boyfriend. “Okay, yeah, we’re leaving now. See you in a little bit babe. Love you too.” she said before hanging up and standing, gesturing for you to do a twirl.

“Alright, let’s go.” she said, tossing you your phone and keys then grabbing you by the arm and literally dragging you out the front door. “What kind of party is this anyways?” you grouched on the way there, slouching sullenly in the passenger seat of Natasha’s car. “Steve’s band is having a house party. It’s gonna be small but it’ll be fun. Now cheer up, don’t want you to be a party pooper.” she said, pulling up to the curb outside her boyfriend’s house. “Whatever.” you grumbled, following her up the driveway into the open garage. “Tasha!” her boyfriend exclaimed, rushing to her and picking her up in a bear hug. “Hey baby!” she laughed, pressing a peck to his lips and making you make a gagging noise. Third wheeling sucks. Your noise made Steve turn his attention to you, who then set Natasha down and picked you up in another hug.

“Y/N. So glad you could make it!” he said, practically squeezing the life out of you. “Yeah, yeah. Not willingly though.” you grumbled, still grumpy from having your beauty sleep interrupted. “Well geez, miss grumpy pants.” he chuckled, finally setting you down. “Feel free to make yourselves at home, we’ll be making sure everything is in order before the party actually starts. Hopefully Buck will make it here on time for once.” Steve said, showing you where everything was before walking back to the makeshift stage and talking to his bandmates. You dropped onto one of the couches and sulked for a bit, glaring at Natasha as her and Steve played grabass. After you realized that they were too caught up in each other to pay any attention to you, you pulled out your phone and started scrolling through your various social media.

“Bucky, geez finally!” Steve exclaimed as a figure walked by you. You weren’t at all interested in the new arrival until you heard his voice. “Hey, Stevie. Sorry I was almost late.” he snarked, voice low and gravelly. You glanced up, and practically did a double-take. The newcomer, Bucky as Steve had called him, had short- cropped brown hair and wore an old leather jacket on top of a black Rolling Stones muscle shirt, long legs covered with ripped black jeans and black boots on his feet. You sneakily watched him over your phone as he took his guitar out, which was covered in stickers and had the initials ‘JBB’ in red tape as well.

He started setting it up, laughing as Steve attempted to lecture him on being punctual, not at all seeming intimidating with an enthusiastic red-head hanging off of him, occasionally peppering kisses all over his cheek. “Tash, I’m trying to intimidate him.” he whined, making both Natasha and Bucky fist-bump. “Don’t be late next time, Barnes.” Natasha said in a mock serious voice, making Bucky give her a joking salute before slinging his guitar over his head and adjusting the strap. Your eyes flicked back to your phone as to avoid being caught staring. The band began running bits of their songs, checking to make sure everything was working properly.

Natasha walked back over to you and handed you a cup of something, you hoped it was alcohol. “Enjoying yourself, grumpy?” she asked, a broad smile plastered on her face. “Whatever. I’d rather be at home watching Netflix.” you grumbled, taking a sip of what she handed you, frowning when it wasn’t alcohol. “Liar. I saw you ogling Barnes.” she teased, nudging her shoulder into yours. Your face flushed and you hid it by taking another drink from your cup. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you denied, sneaking a glance over to the stage where Bucky was already watching you. You blushed bright red and looked away, right into Natasha’s knowing eyes. “Shut up.” you grumbled, chugging the rest of your drink and setting the now empty cup on the table in front of you.

Soon it was 7 and more people began filling into the garage, mingling, everyone seeming to know the other. You continued to sit by yourself, messing around on your phone as you waited for the band to start playing. From what you had heard during practice, you thought you’d enjoy their set. “Hey, I’m glad you guys came out, I hope you enjoy the show.” Steve’s voice rung out through the small space, prompting you to finally stand up and shove your phone into your back pocket. You pushed your way close to the front of the crowd, close enough to have a clear view but not close enough to be in the very front.

You were mesmerized by Bucky as his nimble fingers danced over the fretboard of his guitar, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him even as some not-so-pure thoughts began to invade your mind at the sight of the dexterity he obviously had with his hands. He was so engrossed in the song, eyes closed, head tilted back as he played. He had removed his jacket before he started playing, the low cut sleeves on his tank showing off his toned stomach as he moved around and got lost in the music. He was downright sexy without even trying and even you couldn’t deny it. You began to let loose and enjoy yourself, following Bucky as he reveled in the rush of performing. You started to dance, hips swaying to the beat, hands running through your hair, mussing it up.

Little did you know, Bucky’s eyes were locked on you as he saw you let go of your bad mood and just enjoy the music. He was transfixed by the way you moved, blocking out the other girls who were trying to catch his attention near you. Near the end of the set, you began coming back to your senses, coming back to reality, allowing yourself to listen to the conversations around you. “Do you see the guitarist? He is so hot!” some blonde exclaimed from beside you. “I know right! I’m gonna talk to him after the show.” her friend said. Your mood suddenly plummeted again, realising that someone like him wouldn’t go for someone like you.

You retreated back to your spot on the couch, sinking into yourself and going back to playing on your phone. You heard the set finish and the crowd erupt in loud cheers. You couldn’t help but look up as the crowd dispersed and the girls from earlier closed in on him. From your spot on the couch, you could hear their entire conversation. “Hey ladies, enjoy the show?” he asked, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Yes! You were so good. I’m Shannon.” the blonde said, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw her run her fingers over his arm. You felt your face flush in anger and you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I’m Bucky. Look, I’m glad you enjoyed the show, but I’ve got something to do.” he said, suddenly sounding awkward and nothing like the confident man you saw on stage. You glanced up in time to see him push past the girls, who now have such offended looks on their faces, and walk over to you, settling on the couch next to you.

He smirked over at you, letting his arm rest behind you on the couch. “What’s wrong with the two bimbos over there begging for your attention? Too easy?” you snarked, attitude from earlier back. “Nah, they’re not my style. You on the other hand,” He trailed off, a genuine smile replacing his smirk. “What classifies as ‘your style’, may I ask?” you asked, shifting your body to face him. “Badass, loves music, good music of course, sassy, must I go on?” he asked, making a small smile form on your face. “I’m Y/N.” you finally conceded, allowing your bad mood to slip away again. “Bucky. Nice to officially meet you.” he said, sticking out his free hand for you to shake. You and Bucky hung out for the rest of the party, just talking and getting to know one another.

At the end of the night, after everyone else had slowly filtered out, you looked around the garage and found that Natasha and Steve were nowhere to be seen. You let out a loud groan, causing Bucky to stop talking and look at you, confused. “What is it, doll?” he asked, using the nickname he had given you about 10 minutes into your conversation. “Nat and Steve are probably off fucking and I have lost my ride home.” you said, hearing a suspicious thud come from somewhere inside the house. “I’ll drive ya home.” Bucky volunteered, standing up and offering his hand for you to take. You hesitated for a moment, then another thud was heard from inside the house and you took his hand and stood up, smiling gratefully at him. He gathered his guitar case from where he had left it and led you outside, you sending a quick text to Natasha, informing her that Bucky was driving you home. You slid into the passenger seat and gave him your address before the two of you fell into a companionable silence, each of you sneaking glances at the other when the other wasn’t looking.

He parked outside of your building, immediately getting out and rushing over to the passenger side and opening the door for you, helping you out. “You don’t have to walk, me up, y’know?” you couldn’t help but smile as the two of you start to walk together up to your apartment. “I want to though.” he smiled, hands resting in the pockets of his jacket. “Well, this is me.” you said, leaning against the wall outside your apartment door and looking at him. You watched him lick his lips and look from your eyes to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “You gonna kiss me goodnight, or what?” you asked, surprising yourself with your forwardness. “Don’t need to ask me twice.” he smirked before stepping forwards and cupping your face between his hands, pressing his lips to yours. You kissed him back eagerly, hands clutching at his shirt.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night, doll. The way you danced, couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” he whispered between heated kisses, hands drifting down to grip your waist. His words along with his tight grip on you elicited a moan from your lips, causing him to pull back and look at you with lust filled eyes. “God your moan is fucking music to my ears darlin’.” he groaned, pressing his lips back to yours, attempting to draw more of those noises from you. “Let’s go make some more music then.” You suggested, making his eyes widen and he nodded furiously. You turned to unlock your door hastily, Bucky making it hard as he pressed his front to your back, decorating your neck with open mouthed kisses and grinding his now hard length into your ass. As you finally got the door open, pulling Bucky inside by his collar, you mentally thanked Natasha for picking out your clothes today.

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justsomebucky · 7 years

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The Friendly Wager (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,528

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, bad date, implied sexual situations (no smut)

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?” I think this will have at least seven parts, so Kait, please feel free to disregard it till it’s completed :)

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?”

You glanced up, blinking slowly at the man sitting across the table from you. Your eyes felt like they’d been scraped with sandpaper, and you desperately wanted to leave. “No, I’m sorry?”

Your illustrious date for the evening, Alex, rolled his eyes. He was some sort of architect, so you figured he was droning on about buildings, but you weren’t too sure.

He pushed his glasses up his nose with a haughty expression. “I assumed as much. Should have known it’d be too deep for a first date.”

Great, you just loved it when men treated you with such condescension.

You took in his features. He was not that much taller than you, had deep green eyes, and brown hair that seemed too weighed down with product to ever move on its own again. He’d called you after a coworker of yours (the fun, flirty, happily married Wanda) slipped him your number. She’d decided to take you on as a pet project of hers.

‘Operation Get Y/N a Boyfriend,’ she had called it.

This whole date made you wonder if Wanda thought you were on the verge of joining a convent, or adopting six cats or something. Why the hell had she chosen this guy for you?

Your eyes narrowed and a new burst of energy filled your limbs.

You reached for your clutch and pushed your chair back to stand up. “If by deep you meant endless and insipid, then sure. Thank you for the free water, free breadsticks, and sudden urge to take a nap. I don’t think I’ve ever had a date where I didn’t even make it to the salad. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go clean my refrigerator or something.”

Alex rolled his eyes so hard you figured he lost a few brain cells in the process. “Good luck trying to find a husband with that attitude!”

You didn’t even respond, choosing instead to walk away. This Alex loser didn’t deserve a second more of your time and attention, and you certainly didn’t want him to see what you assumed was a hurt expression on your face.

The real shame was that his stupid words did hurt you. They hit a little too close to home.

As you weaved your way around tables and between chairs to the entrance of the expensive Italian restaurant, you didn’t meet a single stare, though you knew you must be causing at least a small scene, storming out this way.

It wasn’t always this way. You were usually super good at maintaining a steely-eyed expression in front of the people you dated, and you’d been on plenty of bad dates as practice. The stoic mask you wore had never failed you before.

No, it wasn’t until you were away from them that you let your guard down…let your real emotions show.

You hated your real emotions. You didn’t want them, didn’t want to face them, you didn’t want to feel them, so you shoved them down when you were in public as best you could.

This time, that douchebag’s words got to you, though, and you knew you needed support.

There was no shame in reaching out for support. The older you got, though, the more people seemed to drift away into their own lives. Jobs, spouses, kids, vacations, whatever it was that was taking all your friends away, you knew you wanted your own share of the fun.

Just not with Alex McDouchenozzle.

You reached for your cell phone and typed out a quick message to your best friend.

Are you free? Another disaster in the books.

Give me thirty minutes, came the response.

At least there was one person on this planet you could count on. You huffed as you pushed your way out the front door of the restaurant and onto the street, raising your hand to hail a cab. The chilly spring air sent a shiver down your spine, but soon a cab pulled to the curb and you were on your way home.

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You trudged up the stairs to your second floor Brooklyn apartment, wondering which kind of bimbo you were going to pass in the halls this time.

As soon as you got to the landing, you smirked.

Your best friend and neighbor (though the neighbor part came first), Bucky Barnes, was standing in the doorway of his own apartment across the way, his hands currently cupping the backside of a short, stacked blonde woman who was giggling up at him. His eyes met yours over her head, and he returned your smirk.

“Will I see you again soon?” The woman wrapped her arms tighter around Bucky’s neck, her face moving closer as if she realized his attention had shifted. You hated when he brought home the clingy ones.

Ugh, even her voice made you cringe. It was all breathy, and you could almost picture her doe eyes blinking her long, fake lashes up at him. You broke your gaze from his and moved to open your door, slipping inside before hearing his answer, but leaving it unlocked.

After you unceremoniously dropped your clutch on the kitchen counter, you kicked off your heels and headed straight for the fridge to pour yourself a glass of wine. You sipped the sweet red beverage slowly, closing your eyes in an attempt to calm down and forget about Alex McDouchenozzle.

Your eyes popped back open when you heard your door open and close about ten seconds later. In true Bucky fashion, he wandered into your apartment and made himself comfortable on your couch, sporting lipstick all over his mouth and an oddly-shaped hickey on his throat. “So what happened this time?”

“Want some wine?”

“No thanks. Just wanna know how you managed to scare off suitor number…what are you up to? I lost count.”

“Hilarious.” You made a face as you took your wine glass over to the opposite end of the couch and practically melted into the cushions. You scooted so your legs were over his lap, and he began to massage your right foot gently. “For your information, this was only my second date this week.”

Bucky eyed you, a little bit of surprise in his blue eyes. “Only two? You’re slipping, Y/N.”

“And you’re predictable,” you shot back, trying not to groan when his hand moved to your left foot. You don’t know how he did it, but he was really good at foot rubs. “Tiny, giggling bombshell? Haven’t you had your fill?”

“No, but she did,” he quipped, laughing at your horrified expression. “Twice in fact. Once in the shower right before you got here. Wanna hear the details?”

“No, thank you.” You let out a sigh, reaching to set your wine glass on the coffee table, then leaned your head back on the armrest of the couch. “I bet her name was Bambi or Barbie or –“

“Not even close. Her name, if you must know, was Becky. What about your date? What was he like?”

“Who, boring-as-hell Alex with the superiority complex?” You closed your eyes. “I don’t want to talk about him ever again. I don’t know what Wanda was thinking, setting me up with the world’s worst storyteller.”

“At this point, I think all your friends and coworkers are just throwing people out there with a wing and a prayer, Y/N.”

“So funny, James. At least I want a real relationship. I want to find the elusive one person I belong with. You just seem to be content having more women in your rotation than the Yankees have pennants.”

He shook his head, quirking an eyebrow at you. “Beauty, brains, and baseball? I don’t know how this guy let you go.”

“If you aren’t here to make me feel better, then you should just go in your room and stare at yourself in the mirror, or whatever it is you pretty boys do.”

Bucky hummed at you. “If you’re back this early, you clearly haven’t eaten yet. Want me to make you something?”

That was the thing about having a sous-chef for a neighbor. He was always willing to whip something up quickly, and it always seemed like it was something that should take four hours. He always used his cooking skills to his advantage. Your stomach rumbled in response, and he frowned when he heard it.

“Let me guess, you didn’t make it past the salad? You sound famished.”

“Have you eaten?” you asked. You didn’t want to be the only one pigging out this late.

His wolfish grin returned. “Yes, tw-“

“Twice, including once in the shower, yeah yeah. Pervert.” You pointed at the kitchen. “Go make me some food, but thoroughly wash your hands first.”

You lifted your legs just high enough for him to slip off the couch.

“What do you want?” he asked, shuffling toward your small kitchen that held your meager ingredients and food supply.

“Surprise me.” The remote wasn’t close enough, so you begrudgingly sat up and reached for it. “What should we watch this time?”

“I got to pick last time.” His voice was muffled while he rifled through the refrigerator. “You pick.”

“How about The Force Awakens?”

“That’s fine. By the way, you really need to clean this thing. It’s truly disgusting.”

You couldn’t help but snicker.

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Both of you were completely enraptured as you watched Rey lean over and kiss Finn’s forehead lovingly. She’d just managed to help save the day, along with some of the other characters, of course. Rey was such a badass.

“She’s hot,” Bucky commented casually. “She’s definitely a ten.”

Your eyes widened as you turned to look at him. He was so lucky he’d just made you the best grilled cheese you ever had.

Yes, a sous-chef made you grilled cheese. You couldn’t help it if bread and cheese were about all you had in stock.

Back to the matter at hand. “No way would you ever give her a second look. No way.”

His blue eyes glared at you. “Yes I would, she’s super hot! And she can wield a lightsaber. That makes her even hotter.”

“If you passed her on the street, looking plain as she did on Jakku, having had no shaving regimen, no way would you hit on her.”

“I would too,” he insisted, hands splayed on his lap. “A hot, sweaty, sand-covered space babe with skills? Hell yes.”

You scoffed, looking back at the screen. Rey was now piloting the Millennium Falcon with such ease, you were jealous. Feh. “No. You would have hit on that bitch who told on BB-8 at Maz’s cantina! Just your type, evil with tight clothes and heavy makeup!”

“You are so wrong. I’ve dated plenty of girls who didn’t wear tight clothes and lots of makeup. And none of them were evil!”

“Name one. A recent one.” You looked back at him, trying not to laugh as his eyes looked up at the ceiling as if trying to recall.

He looked back at you. “Camilla…”

“…Was a Rockette! She most definitely does not count!”

“All right, all right,” he relented finally. “Maybe I haven’t recently. That doesn’t mean I won’t.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” You frowned at the TV when you saw the end credits roll. You completely missed Rey finding Luke on the island.

Bucky stood up and reached for your empty plates while you shut off the TV. “You’re on. If I find a date who’s plain or whatever, and give her a chance, will you get off my back?”

“At least one date with a normal woman, the whole way through, no sex. Just a nice dinner, where you treat her well. Think you can accomplish that?”

“Fine,” Bucky agreed, eyes meeting yours as you stood up in front of him. “But then you have to date someone who isn’t like you, someone who is another Alex-type, and get the whole way through a normal date without leaving early, or being sarcastic or mean.”

Well, there went your whole personality on dates.

Somehow you would have to muddle through.

“Why a douchebag? What purpose does it serve?”

Bucky made a face at you. “You don’t give everyone a chance, Y/N. How can you find ‘The One’ if you dismiss a date so easily? It’s just like taking a driver’s test, some people don’t ace it on the first try.”

“Fine. What do I get if I make it through a date with a douchebag?”

He took a few seconds to ponder this. “I’ll cook for you for an entire week.”

Shit…he had you there. Bucky was so freaking good at cooking, well on his way to becoming head chef, while you barely found your way around a microwave. “That’s not…unreasonable.”

Bucky’s lips lifted a bit in amusement. “Okay then. What do I get if I make it through a date with no sex?”

What did you have to offer in return? You were just a nerd who worked in a tech research lab, and it was highly doubtful that he’d want a new prototype before it was released to the public. Bugs and beta versions and whatnot.

That’s when it hit you. “I’ll get you a date with Natasha.”

Oh, how Bucky lusted for Natasha. Every time he would meet you for lunch at Stark Tower, he’d inevitably see her walk by, and his eyes would practically fall out of his head. She was single, and she’s asked after Bucky on at least one occasion, so you didn’t think it’d be an issue.

“What? Really?” Bucky’s eyes were wide.

He didn’t have to seem this enthusiastic. “Your over-eagerness is showing, Bucky.”

“Fine,” he consented, trying to seem cool and collected as he put his hand out. “You have a deal.”

“Fine.” You shook his hand briefly before dropping it. Time to treat him like the competition he was. “What if we both accomplish our goals?”

“Then we both win, I guess?” Bucky shrugged, seeming to not care about the details. “We could call truce and go on our merry way.”

“No,” you frowned, shaking your head. “There needs to be a winner. We have to be one-hundred percent honest with how things turn out. Oh! And, we should be the ones to pick each other’s date. That way there’s no cheating.”

“Sounds good. Let me know which girl I’ll be wooing before my big date with Natasha.” Bucky grinned a little, before turning on his heel to the door. “And I’ll be sure to find you just the right guy.”

You could practically already see the menu you were going to make up for him to cook, that’s how ridiculous he sounded.

“You’re on, Barnes,” you called out, as he shut the door behind him. This would be good practice for you. Maybe if you could sit through a date with a dbag, you could narrow your search a little more to find a good date.

Now you just had to figure out the real challenge - which one of your friends or acquaintances could you subject to Bucky’s man-whore ways without hurting her?

Part 2

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f10werfae · 10 months

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Welcome to @f10werfae’s library of Bucky Barnes 💫 Enjoy your stay!

Here is my main masterlist for everyone else I write for♥️

[🌟] Favourites

[☁️] Fluff

[*] Smut

[🌧️] Angst

- To request, please send in an ask or PM me

• Bucky’s bimbo babe [☁️*] 🌟

pairing: Rich!Bucky Barnes x Maid!Bimbo!Reader

:Bucky fucks his cockdrunk maid and makes her his forever, even planting a baby or two in the process (Mean!Bucky)(Dom!Bucky)

•Bucky’s First Taste [☁️*]

pairing: Bucky x Virgin!Girlfriend!Reader

: Bucky wants to go down on her for the first time but she's worried, what if she tastes bad?? (fluffy smut)(soft!bucky)

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insomniumstella · 3 years

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masterlist

SERIES ☾⋆⁺₊ indicates stories with three or more chapters

🌶 — spice | 🖤 — angst | 🎀 — fluff

recent works:

➼ sharp, but oh so gentle spicy drabble | bucky x reader

➼ baby, she's all yours spice | bucky x reader

➼ spice & honey fluff | bucky x reader

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

been a while

summary: y/n has grown affectionate towards Bucky when she’d visit him in Bucharest, but civil war forces some people into hiding. months go by and she goes to meet up with Steve, knowing he will be there. 🌶

too soon

summary: hate sex fic, and a smudge of feelings. set after civil war, the team is on a run and Bucky’s arm is still on his body. 🌶 ᴾᴬᴿᵀ ² if we end

bucky x roommate!reader

summary: two idiots are mutual pinning after each other, but obviously clueless that the other is in love. 🌫 ⛓️ 🎀

surveillance

summary: a ghost, able to beat The Winter Soldier at their every encounter is exactly that; a ghost. yet Bucky can’t shake the feeling he’s met one of his teammates before, and the footage of an old surveillance cam confirms it. 🌶

the last goodbye

summary: y/n has to leave Bucky, so as a way of saying goodbye, she writes a letter. 🌫 ⛓️

rooftop

summary: the compound’s rooftop has always been an escape place for y/n, but one night Bucky joins her, admitting something that absolutely breaks her heart 🎀 🌫 ⛓️

fitting in

summary: an unfortunate series of events or Bucky Barnes tries to fit in at the compound 🎀

i’ll fight for you, always

summary: two idiots on a run (after civil war) are falling in love and there is no going back at this point 🎀

heartbreaks

summary: Bucky has experienced many heartbreaks in his life but this might just be the most painful 🌫 ⛓️

promises, promises

summary: Bucky and the reader are secretly dating dating, but he keeps bailing on the reader because other plans come up with his friends and he doesn’t want to turn them down because he’s afraid they’ll suspect something 🎀

perhaps next time

summary: after their mission fails, y/n has no choice, but to bring Bucky home to her grandma, and he learns that, hey, maybe this girl isn’t so bad, and wait, do I have feeling for her? 🎀

car ride

summary: Bucky Barnes couldn’t care less about getting home because there’s only want thing he wants, which, thanks to Sam’s favorite bumpy road can be totally made possible. 🌶

late nights

summary: late nights with Bucky while everyone else at the compound are sleeping. 🎀

hot chocolate

summary: Bucky joins his crush for a late night baking session when her excitement for Christmas morning prevents the girl from sleeping. 🎀

traitor

summary: when Bucky, y/n’s ex-boyfriend of 3 years, suddenly proposes to his new girlfriend of just a few months, y/n has no choice, but to abandon her mature ways and release the anger she’s been holding on to. 🌶 🌫 ⛓️ ᴾᴬᴿᵀ ² bitter end

dating bucky barnes

summary: what Bucky Barnes is like as a boyfriend, or, in other words, Bucky Barnes asking you out. 🎀

the little voice

summary: Bucky will always be there to help y/n when her own thoughts become too hurtful. 🌫 ⛓️ 🎀

sweet hatred

summary: enemies-to-lovers, except there’s barely any lovers and it’s just Bucky and y/n having sex on an Avengers’ quinjet after a mission. It’s just smut, thank you:) 🌶

we bleed the same

summary: “I’m scared to love you, for it means I could lose you” or superhero life isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. 🎀

drunken nights

summary: genuinely no plot, just spice. 🌶

sweetest peach

summary: bucky x bimbo!reader drabble 🌶 🎀

spice & honey

summary: cinnamon buns and wickedly strong coffee must be the only reasons James Buchanan Barnes visits your bakery daily, despite the inconvenience of driving to a small town on the outskirts of Upstate New York. right? 🎀

baby, she's all yours

summary: spicy drabble + free use (consent to be "used" anytime & anywhere) 🌶

sharp, but oh so gentle

summary: spicy drabble + knife play 🌶

SERIES ☾⋆⁺₊

WORDS WE NEVER SAID

summary: Bucharest reminds James of many things — freedom, his little apartment, of the pretty witch who stole his heart. she saved him, he’s long decided. in every way a person can be saved. and though it’s been years since the events Sokovia Accords prompted, and she’s long gone, once in a while, his soul aches from the words he never said. i love you. ☾⋆⁺₊

SWEET SUMMER NIGHTS

summary: a trio of feel-good stories to celebrate the summer. every story can be read as a stand-alone, but each connects to one another, so i’d recommend reading them together. ☾⋆⁺₊

WHERE DREAMS GO TO DIE

summary: Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other. ☾⋆⁺₊

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

summary: James considers Greenwood home — the neighbourhood is peaceful and curiously normal. At least it was before the girl next door moved in there, and his life turned inside out. ☾⋆⁺₊

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

the proposal

summary/author’s note: this is based on the movie The Proposal, but if you haven’t watched it (you should, it’s great), the two main characters have to get married, as the woman is about to be kicked out of the country, because of an expired visa. 🌫 ⛓️ 🎀

tinder

summary: searching for the right man on tinder is becoming boring until y/n accidentally stumbles upon Steve’s profile 🎀 ᴾᴬᴿᵀ ² liar, liar

one of a kind

summary: a “masterpiece” i wrote while drunk, this is what too many glasses of wine does to you. no plot, a bit of smut. 🌶

a hell of a deal

summary: drunk Steve tries kissing y/n on New Year’s Eve just to get turned down, resulting in the two nemeses deciding upon a deal that’s about to make their whole year extremely confusing. 🎀

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

meant every word

summary: the team is on a vacation in the Bahamas, and Thor can’t sleep one night. the reader and Thor have a crush on each other, but have never acted on it. 🎀 ᴾᴬᴿᵀ ² meant every word, i did

𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

endlessly

summary: though Wakanda in December is breathtaking and Shuri has nothing against y/n enjoying the view, resting without her girl by her side has been difficult lately 🌶

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

firewhiskey

summary: best friends since the first year, Sirius and y/n spend a rather interesting night in the Gryffindor common room after another Quidditch match proves itself to be a win for their house 🎀🌶

#insomniumstella #insomniumstella masterlist #bucky x reader #steve x reader #thor x reader #bucky masterlist #steve masterlist #thor masterlist

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